It was Kyle.
“You!” Jen said.
Kyle looked her up and down, smirking. She just stood there, fingering, fondling.
“You seem to be having fun, Jen.”
“You… you… meanie!” Jen's vocabulary had taken a serious dip. She couldn't even curse him out properly. “Look what you did to me. I'm all weird and stuff.”
Then, as if on queue, another orgasm dropped her to her knees. When her head cleared, she realized that she was eye level to his crotch. Staring at his bulge made her hungry.
Without bothering to ask, she started to unzip his pants, but he put his hands on her shoulders and told her, “Stop, stop. Plenty of time for that in a minute. First, tell me every change that happened to you today.”
Jen sat back on her heals as her hands worked furiously on her many breasts and her pussy. She tried to remember the day. It was all so cloudy now.
“Um, let me think…” This was hard, like math hard. She managed to give him a rough outline of all the changes, in her best simple English. As she talked, Kyle laughed at each change, particularly the “stupid whore” change.
Another orgasm hit her, and Kyle just laughed even harder.
“Oh,” he said, wiping a tear from his eye. “This is too good. I love this curse.”
Jen’s head was still fuzzy, but the word “curse” seemed to light up a dim bulb inside it, some hazy memory about rules. The curse rules. What were they? It seemed important right now for some reason.
“Well,” said Kyle, admiring his handiwork. “You seem completely wrecked. I couldn’t have designed a better torture for you.” He considered her for a moment. She kept fingering and fondling, expectantly. She was still waiting to suck his dick off, after all. “Hmm, now that I look at you, I think I might tweak a thing or two. The rules I gave you should allow that.”
Rules… Curse rules… There was something about curse rules she had to remember.
“Okay, first, now that I see it, that chest is a bit too weird for my tastes. From now on, you have only one pair of breasts, but… uh… but… let me think… that’s it! They grow larger and larger as you get closer to an orgasm, until you orgasm and they shrink back to normal size. Also, they get more sensitive the larger they get. Yeah, that’ll work.”
Jen’s hand was working on one of her lower breasts as she felt it shrink away into her chest. Without missing a beat, she shifted her hand to one of her two remaining breasts, twisting her eternally hard nipple. Her breasts began to swell, getting heavier and more sensitive, just as Kyle had said. It felt wonderful, even better than the sensation from four breasts.
“Second, you are immune to all sexual diseases. Wouldn’t want you to die of syphilis or something. In fact, your saliva and other bodily fluids naturally cure people of sexual diseases. There, now you are doing something good for the world by fucking every guy you can. Third, you are unable to become pregnant.” He said, and then his grin got positively wicked. “And, finally, you will come over to my house after school.”
Aside from her breasts swelling to the size of grapefruits, the last changes had no noticeable affect on her, which gave her a few more seconds to try to think, despite all of the cloudiness in her mind. She tried her hardest to focus and remember. The curse rules. The town curse. What was it called? Trans or dare? TransFORM or dare. Why does that matter? Something about saying it out loud.
Should she say it out loud?
Or, should she suck his dick off? She really wanted to suck his dick off.
“Um,” she started to speak, still fingering, still fondling, staring at his crotch, conflicted.
“Yes,” said Kyle, still grinning at his victory over Jen. “You have something to say?”
Should she say it?