Joe suddenly understood exactly what she was asking for. He smiled and
shushed her.
Joe concentrated on the ring, bringing what he believed was its magical
potential into his mind. He lifted his arms to Stacy's hips. Her leather pants
tightly hugged her taught thaighs. He also looked up into her eyes smiling.
They were holding each others as dancers. Stacy the dreamer, wanting to be
swept away, and Joe the lead, ready to take Stacy to a place she so
desparetely wanted to go.
The first Joe stripped Stacy of was her impressive musculature. At her height
the effect was of a woman going from physically fit and rock hard, to a long
Jane Stick woman. Her leather pants immediately threatened to slip down
her legs. Her shirt billowed around her much slighter stomach and bust. In
fact her breasts felt like sloping half full baggies of jello. Her face was
incredibily thin and gaunt as well. She didn't seem unhealthy, just very
stretched out. Her grip on his shoulders immediately ceased as well, and her
arms slid naturally from the shoulders to around his neck.
Second Joe shrank her height. His eyes looked straight into her neck. She
started lowering before him. The feeling must have been pleasurable
somehow to her as she let a moan escape her lips. She drifted slowly down
and Joe watched her eyes pass his as they leveled down even further. At one
point she leaned into Joe and laid her head on his chest. He stopped
shrinking her, realizing that she was small enough.
The shrinking did wonders for her proportions as well. She didn't gain back
her hard musculature, but curves of a different kind filled in, putting more meat
on her hips and rump, as well as pushing her chest out further, something she
moaned for as well. Her body started to tingle with a different kind of energy
than what she was used to. One more oriented to pleasure than the need to
keep active with freeweights.