Damon once again felt a sudden pressure all around him, similar to the sensations he experienced after his first wish. But unlike the previous time, the world didn't go dark... the pressure was intense, pushing on his body from every direction, but it was invisible, as if gravity itself was compressing him. Was this it? Was this pressure changing him into something completely irresistible?
The pressure was unrelenting, and he realized he was unable to move - to turn his head, lift his arms, nothing! But through the intense sensation, Damon suddenly realized something else: he was getting smaller! He was looking directly at Monica, but he realized that she was still seated on the couch - he must be less than five feet tall! How was this making him more attractive?! He squeezed his eyes shut as he shrunk even further, shutting out the sight of his ex-girlfriend's enormous knees in front of him. He felt his body crumple to the ground, squeezed into a fetal position on the shag carpet in front of the sofa.
"Ohmygod." Monica gasped, covering her gaping mouth as she watched Damon's second wish take full effect. Her former boyfriend had rapidly shrunk to the size of a toddler before falling to the floor, and he was still shrinking! It seemed as if his arms and legs were... thinner? There was something about them that just wasn't quiet human anymore... and was he fuzzier than before? His body hair hadn't disappeared as his features became more youthful, rather it seemed to have thickened, taking on a mottled appearance as some patches lightened and others darkened. She leaned forward to get a better look, though she was too shocked to remove the clothes that were quickly engulfing his tiny form. He continued shrinking, smaller than a human baby, until he disappeared inside the pile of fabric.
Genie let out a tinkling laugh, and a chill ran up Monica's spine at the sound. "It's done. Go ahead, have a look! Though I should warn you, he's definitely a chick-magnet now!"
Monica reached for the squirming clothes, pulling back Damon's t-shirt to reveal a ball of fuzz with two floppy ears and a dark, wet nose. Bright blue eyes blinked up at her, and she felt a twinge in the region of her heart as the puppy let out a sad-sounding whine.
"Oh you poor, sweet, little baby!" she couldn't seem to help herself as she gently picked up the tiny pup, cradling it against her chest and hunching to kiss it's soft head. "Aren't you just the cutest thing in the whole wide world!?" As the fur tickled her nose, she suddenly realized what she was doing and jerked upright. "HOLY CRAP. Damon is a dog. You..." she turned to glance up at where Genie floated above her lamp. "You turned him into an adorable puppy!"
"And what woman could resist those baby-blues, am I right?" Genie tilted back, her whole body jiggling as she laughed at her own joke.