The orgy kept growing and growing, more and more newly infected girls pouring into the area and propagating the effect. It had turned from a bunch of school girls fucking due to a message on Facebook, and now it was a massive block party. Jen was still inside her house though, currently receiving attention from her friends mother, a preteen girl, and one of the plastic-chested bimbo's that hung around town. Something was bothering her though, and it wasn't the massive horse dicks jamming themselves in and out of her holes. It took her a moment to get the girls to stop, and over the other women moaning in the room she heard her phone. As she moved from between the 3 girls - they immediately teamed up on the youngest one - Jen fished out the phone from under a layer of cum. It had finished ringing, a message left on voice mail. Jen pushed the button, and put the cum covered receiver to her ear. It was a boy's voice, but she didn't recognize the voice.
"Jen, you know that old curse? The transform or dare one? I have some information that YOU are the one who currently has it. Use it how you will." The call ended, just like that. Jen dropped the phone into a puddle of cum, not caring about it. The curse however, that was something to care about! What could she do with it?