~~~ Kelly ~~~
“…I wish that my body was back to how it was two uses of that phrase ago, albeit with my current muscle mass and main breast size retained.” I couldn’t help but let out a soft sigh as I came down to a more reasonable height, though still rather tall at 6ft5.
And with my feet reverted to a plantigrade shape, along with the additional breasts receding back to nothing. Now in a more familiar shape, I just HAD to flex a good deal there and then, even with the fur coating them, it couldn’t hide all the definition. One hand grasping a massive mammary - with the right balance between firm and soft for my liking - pushing the nipple up enough to catch it in my long tongue for a loving lick.
A gasp brought me back, reminding me that there was still one loose end to tie up before I could consider my new Power safe.
“Oh, and I wish that the Trigger Phrase you used to induce this transformation in the first place will no longer apply.” I stated clearly, loud enough so there would be no doubt at all that Joe could not have heard it.
Pleased with the look on his face, I returned my attention to sorting out one more detail before I would decide just what I was going to do with Joe and his, bending, of the rules.
“I wish that the jeans and boots that I was wearing before they were torn off are back on me, to a perfect tight fit.” A shimmer began from my waist, the fur on my legs, crotch and ass pressed in as denim formed around them, even if a small hole remained at the very back, just the right size to let my tail through it, heels pushed up by the two-and-a-half inches to allow the boot heels to rest on the ground while the leather worked its way up to just below my knees.
Good. Good. A nice taught fit, but not so much that it would tear - unless I wanted it to of course.
“I could get used to this.” I chuckled to myself, shaking my denimed hips, still-free breasts jiggling and swaying as I thought back to…
‘Hold on?’ My self-admiration halted as something came to mind, weren’t what I’d kicked off my feet - and getting some total public nudity at the time - different?
“I wish the footwear I kicked off a couple of minutes ago are now in front of my feet.” I had to be sure.
And, sure enough, a pair of open topped sandals were what lay in front of my booted feet.
“Joe?” I called out, kneeling spread out over him, twirling one of them with my free hand, swaying my torso over his face. “You haven’t been using this Ring on me before? Other than the Wolfing Out, have you?” Of course I was already certain of the answer, even so, I wanted to hear the answer from his own mouth.