"Let's give this a try," gasped Jim, forming in his mind's eye an image of who he wanted before him. He opened his eyes at the sound of Sharon's groans. Jim felt her flesh quiver as the power of the transformation, triggered by his thoughts, began to work its magic on her body. Sharon leaned forward and dug her nails into Jim's shoulders as her toned, muscled body began to plumpen, losing some of its definition. The skin paled, Sharon gasping with pleasure as if the pigment draining away were water flowing over her. Her hair lengthened and bleached, falling across the face whose features were rearranging themselves, partly through Sharon's powers of metamorphosis, partly through the waves of pleasure that were wracking her body. Finally, Jim reached up and took Sharon's breasts in his hands, thrilling at the impossible way they filled out until spilled between his fingers. This was enough to bring Sharon to climax, body and mind lost to her, a howl escaping from deep inside as she abandon all hope of control. And then, as she caught her breath, she looked down at Jim. "Drew Barrymore, eh? You're full of surprises." But Jim was in the throes of his own orgasm. Loosing himself within Sharon he allowed himself a final alteration - and willed another couple of inches onto Sharon/Drew's chest. She quivered with an aftershock of delight and then playfully slapped Jim across the head as he drank in the wash of sensation. "Hey, you! Give me some warning next time!" Jim laughed, and they embraced each other, their mouths quickly locking together as they tumbled across the bed... Later, and Jim was fast asleep. Sharon, still in her Drew form pulled the covers aside and strode to the bathroom. She regarded herself in the full length mirror there, admiring the expert job Jim had performed in recreating the movie star. But had she regained control of her powers? She put them to the test.
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