Before the image started loading I couldn't stop thinking what Mark's wish had me gotten into. I could end up as virtually anyone! However as the image loaded my eyes beheld a girl of incredible beauty in a position... well... let's say very pleasing for any man she was with.
I looked at Mark hoping he was going to stop the wish from happening and realize that I simply can't become this girl, but apparently her beauty struck him so much that, believe it or not, he just kept staring at the screen.
I wished I knew what was happening in his head in that moment. But I couldn't. His eyes were just fixated on the picture.
It was all because she was almost the personification of his dream girl - this sort of cute, soft and girly, submissive little person. And it was this 'almost' which screwed up my situation even more. Mark's ego, so close to seeing perfection, wanted her to actually become it.
He thought of her beautiful, soft freckled skin and imagined it even paler so that one could see delicate blue veins showing through on her breasts. At the same time in his mind she had more more freckles, gently sprinkling her face, shoulders, then neck and cleavage with thousands of little cute dots.
He saw her wonderful wavy red hair and imagined it reaching below her butt instead of being this short.
He looked at her perky titties and imagined them extending even further away from her petite torso. For some strange reason he enjoyed thinking about women being uncomfortable with the heaviness of their own breasts. In Mark's mind the girl from the picture was leaning forward a bit, not given any other choice by the sheer weight of the big soft tear-drop shaped bags of warm flesh stuck to her chest.
Then it was all about the nipples. Mark imagined them dark red, contrasting with the tone of her milky white skin. And they were bigger. Too big she'd probably say - about an inch long and as thick as her thumbs. Enough too show through any bra, shirt or blouse for everyone to see.
Then although one couldn't see it on the picture Mark thought about her butt. In his mind it was much bigger than such a petite girl could ever have. If she was standing it would sick out behind her a good couple of inches. This combined with her much wider-than shoulders hips would probably make her a definition of someone bottom-heavy was it not for her impressive boobs. And her butt would be soft. Very soft. In fact Mark imagined her buttocks behaving more like bags filled with a dense liquid rather than something solid. If she sat, her ass would spill out to the sides a little but keep her elevated. She'd be cushioned no matter what. I saw Mark smiling to the thought of the way it would jiggle when she walked...
He didn't really care how uncomfortable she would be with her overly heavy bosom and the constant movement of her butt. For him she was there to look nice and be fucked a lot.
She was so close to perfection. And Mark wanted to see her actually become it...
"I wish that girl was exactly as I imagined her." I heard him saying influenced by a strange impulse.
I tried to protest but it was obviously too late as I felt myself being pulled towards the picture which blurred a little as the girl changed to match Mark's fantasy even more...