'Oh YEA!' I said with a even bigger grin on my face.
She shook her head.
'Well you don't have to carry them around all day.' She told me, as she put her hand on her lower back.
'Because i'm so tall I've always felt my breasts have been a little small, but i've never even thought about wishing them to be a quarter of this size.'
She said as she struggled to maintain a little composure by using what was left of her blouse to cover her nipples.
'Could you work you magic and reduce them to a DD or an E cup?' She asked sweetly.
Under protest i granted her request.... For an E-cup. I watched as her big masses of flesh slowly shrank to a 1/8 of their previous size.
The final product layed flat and drooped, Because they were bigger than before and from the stretching, they had lost their original perkyness and shape.
She frowned as she kneeded the shapless lumps.
She cradles a breast in each hand and looked at me with puppy dog eyes, 'think you could give me a lift?' She asked .
I smiled, 'of course' i said as i complied with her with.
She gasped as her Left breast inflated and defied gravity as it lifted out of her left hand. while her other breast remained drooped in her right.
When the left had acheived maximum lift the Right underwent the same transformation.
Her hands went up in a surrender position as she was unsure what to do with them now that her breasts no longer needed them.
A second later she remembered she wasn't covered and returned her hads to her nipples.
'One more thing?" she requested, 'My bra and blouse don't seem to fit now.'
I sighed. 'Alright.'
Her bra straps magically slid back onto her shoulders, and the cups slid over her mounds, lifting her breasts even higher and pushing them together.
Her blouse's buttons popped back on and did themselves up till they were done up enough to show off her new cleavage.
Her blouse also looked a lot smaller than it did when they met and so did her pencil skirt.
She noticed right away, 'looks like my clothes shrunk a little, and these aren't mine either.' She said as she looked at her feet.
Her flats had been replaced with high heeled knee boots. (which had increased her height more)
I smiled sheepishly as i shrugged my shoulders.
'Do you mind if i admire my handywork.' i asked her.
She smiled and nodded.
I spared no time and burried my face in her cleavage for a long motorboat.
'Now the boots make sense' she laughed as i pulled my head back. 'you like me tall, don't ya short stuff?'
it was true, i liked it. but i wasn't sure i liked to be called short stuff.