Jen took a breath and prepared to give Kyle a piece of her mind, but Kyle had already hung up. She tossed the
phone on the bed, then fell back on it herself with a frustrated groan.
"What a jackass!" she said out loud. "Who says that sort of thing? Creeper."
Still, a lingering paranoia grew in her mind. She thought back to Kyle getting pants'd at school and
remembered the intense looks of anger and humiliation he'd thrown her way as she and her friends had walked
away laughing.
The transform or dare story she'd heard her friends tell her back at junior high summer camp started to replay
in her head. It couldn't be true.
Could it?
Just to reassure herself, she rolled off the bed and went over to the vanity mirror in her bedroom. Looking
her reflection in the eyes with an overly compensatory smirk, she stuck her tongue out at herself. Her tongue
was still a normal shade of reddish pink, in its usual shape, with ordinary taste buds. She poked it
experimentally with her finger, and felt the normal sensation of a soft, damp tongue.
Feeling silly, she closed her mouth and began to gather up her things and get ready for school.
But then, her tongue began to feel a bit...weird.
Suddenly, she felt a twinge at the base of her jaw. It quickly intensified to a wave of tics and rolling
muscle spasms in her neck muscles and mouth, and then it began to spread.
She rushed to the mirror, feeling her tongue start to stiffen in her mouth as the discomfort advanced to her
jaw and throat. She could see a visible writhing movement under the delicate skin of her neck. Remembering
Kyle's words, she opened her mouth.
Inside, her tongue was visibly swelling. Before her eyes, its shape grew more cylindrical and its taste buds
morphed into wrinkly, vein-rippled flesh.
She watched, horrified, as a hole appeared in the tip of her tongue and the ridge of a glans formed, sloping
back from it. It was quickly enveloped by the loose rolls of a thickening foreskin. The organ, already more
penis than tongue, grew longer by the instant.
Jen tried to scream but found no sound emerged from her windpipe. Nor air, for that matter - in or out. The
instinctual panic of suffocation began to overtake her, until she realized that she wasn't actually
suffocating even though she wasn't breathing. The rest of her body's transformation immediately regained her
attention.
The muscle tics advanced downward as Jennifer's tongue-cock grew steadily in her mouth. Her pert breasts,
smallish but well-shaped, began to tingle. Jen instinctively cupped them to stop what was happening to her,
but to no avail.
The pinching of her bra straps made her realize they were growing. In a matter of seconds, the supportive
parts began to dig into her skin. Jen raced for relief, nearly tearing her shirt to get it off over her head.
She almost had to rip her bra straps apart to undo the strained fasteners to keep them from drawing blood.
In the mirror, she saw her boobs, already twice as large as they were when she'd dressed, visibly expanding.
Her tits grew fuller and wider by the instant. The deep pink circles of her areolae enlarged accordingly,
puffing outward as her nipples grew. It didn't stop until each of her breasts was as large as a ripe
cantaloupe. Thankfully, at least, Jen noted, her boobs retained a feminine teardrop shape.
In no more than one minute in all, Jen's body had become exactly as Kyle had dictated. As the sensation of
change subsided, Jen found herself staring at herself in the mirror, hands trembling. A teardrop coursed down
her cheek.
Several of the final twelve inches in length of her newly-formed cock still stuck out from Jen's mouth. She
grabbed it to shove it back in, hoping that might make it all go away somehow.
As her fingers seized the cock, she was unprepared for the sensation it gave her. The touch of her girlish
fingers on the new dick-flesh sent a wave of pleasure straight down its length, on through her mouth, throat
and chest, then spread out as lovely tingles across her body as her pleasure center registered the act for the
first time. Her tongue-cock twitched involuntarily in her grip, and her boobs registered a very nice, electric
feeling.
Her dick hardened ever so slightly. It invited more.
But that was all too much for Jen for the moment. She snapped out of her momentary shock, shying away from
making -that- happen again.
She sat down on the floor to think, overwhelmed.
She wasn't wearing a shirt, none of her bras could possibly contain her new boobs, she apparently couldn't
breathe -- didn't need to breathe -- and her tongue was now a foot-long cock. How the hell was she going to
deal with this?
Reining in her focus somehow, she tested her new anatomy and found her mouth still had a good deal of
articulation. Thankfully, her cock's resting inside her mouth didn't cause the same reaction as touching it
with her fingers had, and she found she felt somewhat normal when her new penis was tucked away inside.
As Kyle specified, her cock filled her entire mouth, but something that had happened to her throat during the
transformation made it -just- able to permit the whole length to retract inside her mouth when it was soft. It
felt not much differently than her tongue had in its previous form.
She briefly considered the possibility of being able to suck herself -- Kyle had been explicit about that --
but when the small arousal that thought created caused her cock to press against the insides of her lips, she
decided not to test that theory out lest she become unable to close her mouth.
After additional concentration, Jen discovered she could still make normal sounds, though it was through
entirely different means than before. She didn't even pretend to understand how she was doing it, but it was a
great relief to her that it was happening. Learning this trick led to the realization that she had somehow not
lost the ability to talk, unlikely as that was with a penis for a tongue. Apparently whatever twisted magic or
curse was behind "transform or dare," it was merciful enough to make some accommodation.
It took much more concentration than she was accustomed to, but before long she was able to speak normally
again.
Clothes were still a problem. Going through everything in her drawer, she found everything either didn't fit
and/or looked comically scandalous. She rummaged through her closet until she found what had been a baggy
sweater that she hoped would downplay her new endowments. To her dismay, her boobs now filled the garment out,
but at least she could wear it comfortably.
Just then, there was a knock on the door. Her mom peeked in.
"Honey, are you going to school today? We're going to be late," her mom said.
Jen went pale, feeling caught, waiting for her mom to react. However, her mom seemed not to notice any of
Jen's new additions.
Then Jen remembered Kyle had said that everyone would treat it as normal. Her tension subsided a notch, but
not much. Jen decided to...