I hugged her tighter to me, and she smiled and nuzzled up against my chest. She was the size of an infant, but had the body and the mind of a gorgeous, horny teenager. She was not long ago my sexy teacher. Now she was all mine, completely submissive.
"I wish your clothes off." Was my next wish. Sure enough, her extremely baggy cheerleading outfit disappeared, leaving her completely naked in my arms.
"Miss Parks..." I testingly asked.
She looked up at me, smiling. She leaned up and gave me a sweet kiss on the lips. Then she started to shift about in my arms, rubbing her smooth, near flawless body against the fabric on my arms.
I then wished for her to grow a few years more, but stay the same height, and for her to be aware of the change. After the last word of his thought- wish left his mind, she started to alter slightly. Her breasts enlarged a little, her waist narrowed more, her hips stretched wider. She winced slightly as the change took place, but her unwavering desire to be with me overrided any discomfort she was feeling.
I bent down to her small midriff and kissed her bare naval. She moaned with a quite overexaggerated pleasure, and leaned her head back. This caused her chest to rise more and her nipples to stand completely upright, waiting for my intervention. To estimate her stature she inhaled slightly, pushing her breasts even higher.
Without much convincing I eagerly sucked her nipple. She gasped with a smile on her face and her eyes closed in passive ecstacy. Her hand, already resting inbetween her legs when I had picked her up in my arms, were beginning to stroke her crotch.
Then, I decided to experiment some more. Placing her gently on her legs, she staggered a bit on her feet and fell back on her bed sitting down on it. She looked up at me quizzically, with one finger now industriously brobing her inner self and breathing in as heavy a manner as her tiny but sexy figure could manage.
I could just do it with her, I thought to myself, but then the whole world of women is now my oyster. With Miss Parks, I realised with a cruel grin, I would just fulfill a deep and lingering fantasy that had once - if only very briefly - passed through my mind. Miss Parks obviously misinterpreted my grin, as she was beginning to lean back on the bed running her hand up her smooth legs and rounded hips, and caressing her breasts, which were relatively still in their huge DD Cup glory.
"Miss Parks, my wish will now immortalise you in a state of glorious pre-motherhood.. I wish for you to turn, very slowly, into a pregnant, marble statue of yourself." As the words left my mouth I made extra special care to picture a distinct pose for her to be in.
Miss Parks now started to look distressed - despite her completely horny state as of now she realised that now this wasn't going to be good for her. It was then that she winced and began to feel a numb pain in her abdomen. He bent over her front slightly making a discomforted moaning noise, holding her midriff. Her cute little toes were curling up as well.
She gasped when she felt with her hand that her waist was beginning to get taut. She let her hands away to watch her once flat stomach contain the first signs of a rounded bulge, which pulled the skin over creaselessly even in her bent- over position. She watched over the top of her breasts as her stomach potruded out slightly, fattening out forward more and more. All during this, there was a sound which could only be described as being like stretching leather, which went hand- in- hand as her belly was now clearly not its original supermodel splendour.
I watched with arousal as Miss Perks was beginning to lose her shapely midriff to the impending motherhood, but what was surprising to me was that, through all this, she was STILL feeling horny from my earlier wishing - her belly, now sticking out forward enough for her to see clearly past her breasts, was being rubbed and caressed by her hands, sending shivers down her spine. Her breasts, now swelling and bloating upwards, were starting to jiggle when she brushed past them with her arm, so she brought a hand up to knead her left breast and tweak her nipple with her thumb. Milk was dribbling out, and she made pleasurable noises which mixed in with the painful discomfort of her growing, now making her resemble a sort of deeply erotic beerbelly on her.
As it reached the 8 month period and her bellybutton forced outwards into a cute little dimple, a line made its present down the front of her belly. Her back was now impossibly arched to help her contain this weight, and her breasts rested heavily on her front. I also took time to notice the slight changes in her hair, where it had now become slightly straighter and longer.
When it seemed her transformation was done, she looked up and smiled still. She gently eased herself off of the bed and tried as sensually as possible to walk up to me in a sexual pose - this clashed pretty much with the waddle she had to make to even be able to move her wider hips and legs around her belly, but to me the effect was achieved.
"Couldn't wait to knock me up could you big boy" She purred, holding her hands around my middle and rubbing herself up against me. Her small - very small - frame was very unusual to be befitted with such a large belly and breasts, but the rubbing of them up against my leg was too much for me. She looked up at my face with a pleading want for my unwavering attention.
Then she winced once more. Staggering backwards she held her arms around her bloated front, breasts wobbling seductively as she felt more pain. Now a sort of crunching, crumbling noise could be heard, and her skin was taking an ever- so- slightly shiny look to them.
This time the pain and realisation got through completely. "Please... help me..." She sobbed. She had a pained expression on her face. But the odd thing that was really surprising her was that, even though she screwed her face up in pain, it was wanting to fight against her muscles. She could feel her mouth trying to form into an "o" of lust, her brow was unwrinkling, her right eye wanted to close itself...
Also, her arms, her legs, her back were fighting against their wants. The cracking was getting louder, slower, more forceful, and she couldn't help but feel one arm bending, reaching for a breast, and another sliding down to her legs. Her skin was now completely reflective, and now it was beginning to turn a darker, speckled colour.
She tried to say something, but her mouth was not permitting to break its stance. With little friction against its intentions, the forces changing her body, eased into the final, slowing stages of the transformation. Her skin was now a marbled green, with the streaks and "cracks" that make up its pattern apparent over her. I could see myself in every facet that was facing in my direction. With a last whimper she took the pose that I wished for her to take - shoulders bunched up slightly, accentuating the swell of her breasts, her body slanted to one side of her hips with her legs slightly hunched together by the knees, giving her an innocent look, despite the knocked- up status. One of her hands had a breast squeezed, and another one was forced into her sex around the bulge of her belly. And, despite her last pains, her face was completely transfixe in a vision of orgasmic experience. Winking to me. Beckoning to me.
A few minutes had passed. I just stood there admiring the statue, which had once been a little woman - my "girlfriend", for a fleeting moment - and before that, my Science teacher. I walked around her, running my hand over her sculpted surface, rubbing her perfectly formed rear, then up the small of her back, around her shoulder, and cupped her hard, marble breast.
"...Well" I said to myself, after regaining composure from my little world. "Now what should I do?"