Thanks to Mark and Jennifer, Kyle rises with an 11 inch hardon as the alarm clock bell rings on. He quickly shuts it off. He was surprised how many bells a person hears each day. Church bells, school bells, ice cream truck bells, and as he sat down and waited for the microwave to finish, he remembered it too had a bell. He ran to stop it but arrived just as the bell chimed, and his hard on exploded covering his breakfast burrito with cum. Thanks to Mark, he parents ignored him standing there in his underwear with a string of cum connecting him to his breakfast. The phone rang and he was hard again, now sporting a 12 inch boner thanks to Jennifer & Mark again.
It was Mark, "So dude, how are you doing?"
"Oh, I came all over my breakfast and my dick is now going to be longer than a ruler thanks to your call. By the end of the week, I will probably be able to use it as a garden hose."
"You're welcome. Oh, that's why I called, I thought about your problem, and I ordered a gift for you on the internet. Special overnight delivery. He should be ringing your door bell any minute. Anyway, it's your only option until I think of something else. I hadn't considered when I cursed you that Jennifer hadn't put a limit on the size, but I definitely like you with a bigger sausage."
The door bell rang, and Kyle exploded again drenching himself and the phone table. He ran to the door before the bell could ring again. As he opened the door, the delivery man pushed the button again, and the bell sounded. His oversized rod popped out the elastic waist band and creamed the delivery guy and his package. Again thanks to the dare, the guy didn't seem to take notice.
Kyle wondered if the guy's cum covered uniform would be ignored by everyone else, or if they'd point it out, and he'd be at a loss to figure out how it happened, or not be able to see it. Kyle grinned, and signed for the package.
There were three boxes inside: the first contained some new tiny posing bikinis with big stretch crotches, the second contained a thing that looked like piece of pipe welded to half a hand cuff, and the third contained a device that attached to the phone and flashed.
The phone rang again. It was Mark again.
"Please stop to doing that!"
"Oh, I just wanted to make sure that you knew that the flashbox only works when you turn the ringer off on the phone. Also, you won't find a key for the chastity device, I've got it and if I were you I'd lock down my equipment before first bell rings at school in 5 minutes. See ya later!" Click.
Quickly, Kyle jacked off and lost his load. As his penis collapsed back to its new 14 inch length, he forced it through the tight metal tube, and locked the bracelet shut. The school bell rang, and he nearly blacked out from the pain. He struggled to release the cuff, but it held firm. Tears flowed freely down his face as he walked to school in a new red posing brief. The outline of his restraint was clearly visible through the sheer fabric.
Mark sat next to him in Home Room. Jennifer sat on the opposire side of the room, and she seemed confused by why nobody seemed to notice that Kyle was nearly naked.
"Nice tan, Kyle," Hilary said sitting behind him, "You go to the beach for the weekend?"
"Students, we have a special speaker today. Mr. Hemmelwerth from the school board."
"As you are aware there is a curse that's been going around town, and word informs us that the transform or dare curse is again circulating in the schools. I an here to ask you to be judicious in your cursing and daring," he paused trembling at the memory of the class of 1954--the late class. They had been seated in the Assembly Hall for their baccalaureate, and the speaker walked up to the mike and said, "Transform or dare." The class was stunned for a minute, and the speaker went on, "Too late, now you have to do both. Sandra Pellham cursed me to die as soon as I finish my baccalaureate speech, and then dared me to give the speech. So, Sandra and Class of 56 this is for you, I transform you all into maggot infested corpses, and dare you to go bury yourselves until the end of the world. You've made high school hell for me, now you'll spend eternity as living corpses, you might have an idea of how I felt! The end!" She turned white and fell backwards. The zombi class of 1954 filed out and buried themselves under the football field. "Now, where was I?" Flustered the administrator, recalled the only thing good that came out of that was the Stephen King who'd come across a copy of the report, had written Carrie, but of course he changed it enough to avoid paying the district any royalties.
"Yes, the curse can be controlled. Keep it simple and small. A zit, an ingrown hair, or even something they want, straight hair, blue eyes,whatever. The curse could be a blessing, if used right. Now if any of you have the bright idea of stopping the curse with the curse or dare it won't work. The victim can't say the curse to anybody, then his or her thought will make it happen. And if the curse isn't transferred with 24 hours, the last victim will have to curse two people."
"But if he doesn't speak, then his victims won't be able to choose in time?"
"My point precisly."
Kyle turned and smiled wickedly at Mark. He was instantly a foot shorter, muscleless, and naked except for a dog collar. Then he looked over at Jennifer, her body swelled up, and the desk collapsed under her. She was now the fattest girl in the school.