"Should we check the magazine or the dildo?" asked Sharon. She stood with her back arched, perfectly balanced on her heels, as though it were completely natural.
"We should probably finish with the shoes, before we move on to the other things." Jim replied.
"What shoes?" she asked, as she examined the dildo more closely. Jim realized that she thought the shoes had been hers all along. She had no idea that anything was different! Maybe a few more lies...
"I like how your clothes match your shoes" As her jeans softened from denim to silk, they shrank down to a pair of shorts, with break-away snaps for fast removal. Her blouse shrank down to an oversized bra, appropriate for a set of DDs; unfortunately, it was loose and baggy as it covered her little A-cups, but that was easily fixed. He started to say "That bra fits you perfectly", but he feared that it would only shrink the bra, and who would want that? "Uh... your tits fit perfectly into that bra" A huge set of stripper-sized hooters sprung from her chest, filling the bra to capacity.
"Sir, all these complements will simply make me blush!" she teased with her cute southern drawl. She was still unaware that any changes had happened. Her skimpy outfit and jiggly juggs seemed completely normal to her.
As her attention went from the dildo to the magazine, Jim wondered if his lies would only change her, or if his lies could change other things around her. He looked about the study, and his eyes settled on a dilapidated old couch. "That bed looks really comfortable." The moldy cushions merged into a king-size mattress, and the frame stretched to accommodate it. Silken sheets and fluffy pillows covered its surface. Then he pointed at an old floor lamp. "That looks like the pole you use in your act." The shade and bulb dissolved away, leaving a brass pole that grew from floor to ceiling, firmly anchoring itself to both. He could change anything he wanted to!
Then he said...
Thu Jul 12 01:13:20 2007