FIVE PERCENTby NadieThe sounds of the ocean drifted in through the night air as Jim Biddings and hiswife, Rosemary, relaxed in their hotel room. Or rather, she relaxed and he triedto. It was the first day of a much-needed month-long vacation, and alreadysomething had gone wrong. Prior to the trip, Jim had made arrangements to ensurethat they would get the best-located room in the hotel. After carefully goingover the hotel plan, he had chosen it as having the best balance between view ofthe ocean and convenient access to hotel services. But somebody in the hotelstaff had screwed up, and given the room to someone else. So now they were in aclearly sub-optimal location, five rooms away from the spot he had picked.

At least he had his weekly murder mystery. It was one of the few televisionshows he really liked, and, Hawaiian vacation or no, he was going to watch it.

He enjoyed seeing if he could figure out whodunnit before the characters on thescreen did. He thought he had this one just about figured out, but there werestill a few pieces of the puzzle he couldn't put together. He was listeningintently as the characters discussed the latest clues, when suddenly he wasdistracted by something wet and warm in his ear.

He jerked back as if poked with a needle, and looked at Rosemary. She wasrunning her tongue over her lips and raising her eyebrows with her best "comehither" look. It could have been arousing on another woman. On her he found itfaintly absurd. He glanced back at the television, but he had missed the crucialrevelation. Damn! She always picked the worst possible time for these games.

"Why don't we find something more... entertaining to do?" she cooed.

Jim glanced at the television again, then sighed within himself. He wasn't goingto be able to enjoy this program now, anyway. It was ruined. Without those fewcrucial seconds he had missed, he was going to be playing catch-up for the restof the program. "Sure, honey," he said, trying to smile as he said it. If hedidn't give her what she wanted now, she would continue to pester him until hedid.

He sat on the edge of the bed and took off his shoes and socks, as Rosemaryrummaged through her luggage for something. She took out some candles, anincense burner, a book, and a few other odds and ends. The book was quite old.

Rosemary lit the candles and the incense. She opened the book, studied it amoment, then began drawing some kind of a pattern on the carpet.

"What are you doing?" Jim yelped. "They'll charge us an arm and a leg to fixthat carpet!""Relax," Rosemary replied. "It's just chalk. A vacuum cleaner will pick it up.""What is all this... stuff... about anyway?" This was beginning to look likesome of the New Age nonsense that Rosemary obsessed about. Or that ancientCeltic stuff she was into.

Rosemary smiled coyly. "You'll see. You're going to like this. Just take yourclothes off, then watch."Jim dutifully took off his clothes, then sat on the edge of the bed to watchher. She stood in the center of the pattern she had drawn and began to singsoftly. He could hear the words clearly, but couldn't understand them; theyseemed to be in some foreign language. Then she began to rock back and forth asshe sang, swinging her hips. Slowly, a bit at a time, she began to remove herclothes as she danced.

Jim suddenly realized that this was meant to be an erotic dance. So that's whatshe was up to. She was trying to get him in the mood. And if she were thirtypounds lighter or so, it would have worked.

Look at her, and look at me, he thought. He prided himself on his youthful looksand solid build. Although 40 years old, people often mistook him for 30. At 6feet even he was comfortably tall, and every inch of him was covered with solidmuscle. It wasn't hard to figure out why Rosemary wanted to get him in bed. Itwas harder to figure out what had happened to her. Though 39 years old, shelooked 45. And his cute, pert bride -- 5 foot 2 inches of lithe, supple woman --had ballooned out to 160 pounds. Over the years he had warned her that sheneeded to control her eating habits, that she was just going to get fatter andfatter if she didn't. But she never listened to him. She never listened to anyof his helpful suggestions on how she could improve her appearance.

He suddenly realized that she had stopped her dance. In fact, he had theimpression she had stopped some time ago. Rosemary stood naked before him, onetear trickling down her face. "You weren't paying any attention at all to me.

You didn't even see me here in front of you," she whispered.

"Of course I saw you; as big as you are, how could anyone possibly miss you?" hesnapped. The words escaped without thought, and although he hadn't meant to beso harsh, he decided they were words she needed to hear. Rosemary's eyes wentwide, then she grabbed a bathrobe and ran to the bathroom, sobbing.

The sound of her crying was like a jackhammer to his head. He couldn't take thisanymore. He couldn't hide his distaste for her bloated body. He had to leave. Heput his shoes back on, put on a light jacket, and walked out into the night.

He found the car and drove around for a while, wondering what to do. Finally, hepulled into a cheap motel far from the beach, and rented a room. In anothertwenty minutes he was lying in bed, tossing fitfully. How he yearned to haveback the thin, pretty young woman he had married. It wasn't fair. He had kepthimself in good shape, but she had let herself go to pieces. "What I wouldn't doto have my slender, young, beautiful wife again," he whispered. "I'd do justabout anything." And with that thought rolling around his mind, he finallydrifted off to sleep.

# # #"Good morning," a sultry feminine voice said. He smiled. Rosemary used to have asexy voice like that. She used to be able to get him hard just whisperingnaughty things in his ear. But that was fifteen years ago.

Suddenly Jim remembered where he was. His eyes popped open and he sat up. Therebefore him, wearing nothing but skin, was an achingly beautiful woman.

Blue-black hair cascaded down to her waist. Her skin was a delightful coffeecolor, a perfect shade of brown that he had only seen once or twice before inhis life, smooth and without blemish. Her figure had amazingly deep curves inall the right places. Her breasts were enormous twin mounds that seemed to floatweightlessly. He found that he was holding his breath, afraid that she woulddisappear if he made any movement.

She walked -- no, she undulated -- over to him and took his right hand. She slida curious silvery ring onto his ring finger, then kissed his hand. The touch ofher full, warm lips on his skin sent electric quivers through his body. Then shespoke.

"I am granting your wish. This ring contains powerful magic. With it you cantransform Rosemary into the woman you truly desire. If you are willing to paythe price."He was speechless for a moment. "What price?" he finally blurted out.

"The ring is activated by pressing this jewel." She indicated a small, greenstone on the ring. "You must then imagine how you wish to change Rosemary. Eachseparate use of the ring can effect only a limited transformation. If yourrequest is within the limits, this jewel will glow." She indicated a yellowstone next to the green one. "The transformation will take effect when you pressthe glowing jewel. The price will be exacted from you automatically." She turnedto leave.

"What price?" he repeated. "What is the price I must pay?"The woman looked back over her shoulder. "Five percent," she said. Then shefaded from sight.

Jim rubbed his eyes and looked at the spot where the woman had been. Was thishow a mental breakdown started? You start hallucinating fantasies? But then herealized what was happening. He must have awakened just as a rather pleasantlyerotic dream came to an end. Perhaps he sat up in his sleep, and that hadwakened him. Feeling reassured, he got out of bed.

There was the silvery ring on his hand, with the two colored gems. He felt it.

It seemed real. He tried to take it off, but it seemed stuck. Worried, he tuggedharder. It didn't seem to be on tight at all, but it absolutely refused to comeoff. Finally he gave up and left it where it was.

After showering and dressing, he got in the car and headed back to the hotel. Hewas filled with both dread and anticipation. Dread at having to face Rosemaryafter last night's spat. Anticipation at the thought of... no, that was silly.

Rosemary's New Age nonsense was getting to him. She might believe in all mannerof mysticism, but he was a thoroughly rational man. Nevertheless, his thoughtskept drifting back to the ring, the woman, and what she had told him. "I amgranting your wish." He tried to concentrate on driving. The last thing heneeded now was to get into an accident because he was daydreaming. But he couldnot shake from his mind the image of the mysterious, beautiful woman, the feelof her lips on his skin, nor the succulent sound of her voice as she promised togrant his wish.

He parked the car and made his way to their hotel room. Just outside the door hestopped, fingering the ring. He felt pretty foolish about all this. It wasprobably all some elaborate practical joke someone was playing on him. But hehad to give it a try. He pressed the green stone, then imagined Rosemary the wayshe had been when they married. He felt an anticipatory tingling in his groin atthe thought. Then he looked at the ring. The yellow stone was definitely NOTglowing.

He damned himself for a fool. Of course it wasn't glowing. There was no suchthing as magic. He felt the heat of embarrassment rise in his cheeks.

But wait a minute. The woman had said that each use of the ring could only makea limited change. All right, he would experiment a bit more before giving up.

The thing that most bothered him was Rosemary's obesity, so he would imagine herthin again, but otherwise unchanged. Still the ring remained inert. Okay, howabout not so fat? He tried imagining her in various degrees of slimness. Theyellow stone finally glowed when he imagined an almost imperceptible thinning.

This was no good. At this rate he'd have to use the ring dozens of times to gether thin again. Was he missing something? Suddenly an old joke popped into hishead. "I'm not overweight," the joke went. "I'm just undertall." He triedimagining her as having the same overall size and weight, but stretched out, soshe was taller and thinner. The yellow stone glowed. With growing excitement, hestretched her out more in his mind. His mental image of her grew taller andthinner, and the stone continued to glow. Finally, in his imagination she stoodeye-to-eye with him, and her weight was perfect. She was neither bony nor pudgy.

He reached to press the glowing yellow stone.

He hesitated with his finger just above the stone. What about the price? Whatdid "five percent" mean? Five percent of his wealth? He would pay that gladly.

He pressed the stone, and heard a soft click.

The world seemed to go out of focus for a moment, then all was back to normal.

But not quite. Something was... odd. He couldn't quite place it. Or maybe he wasjust nervous. With mounting excitement, he took out his room key and put it inthe lock. Only he missed, hitting the door knob just below the keyhole. Calmdown, boy, he told himself. His hands were shaking a bit as he carefullyinserted the key into the lock. He opened the door and stepped inside.

"Rosemary?" he called.

"Did you find your newspaper?" she called from the bathroom. His heart waspounding. Her voice was sweet and sultry, like when they were newlyweds. Thoughcome to think of it... it had always been like that, hadn't it? It just hadn'tseemed sexy coming from a fat woman. He heard her walk across the bathroom tothe door, and he was certain he could hear a difference in her step -- thesewere the steps of a woman with long, slender legs. His pants were feeling tight.

Then she emerged from the bathroom, and it was true! She was tall and thin.

Sure, she still looked 45 years old, but it was a slender 45. She glanced downat his crotch, then smiled slyly. "My, my, you couldn't even stay away from melong enough to get your paper." She approached him slowly, her hips rocking backand forth.

To his surprise, Jim found that he was looking up into her face as she slid herarms around him, even though she was wearing flats. Her lips were abouteye-level to him when he looked straight ahead. She lowered her mouth to his andgave him a slow, passionate kiss that set his ears burning. Then she turned awayand, holding his hand, walked to the bed. He followed willingly. He could figureout this height thing later.

# # #Jim lay on the bed next to Rosemary, luxuriating in a feeling of contentmentthat he hadn't experienced in years. This time his wife's strip-tease had beenworth watching. And it had only gotten better after that. Spent after two hoursof fun and games, he simply lay there slowly running his hands up and down hermarvelous new body. It was so nice and firm to the touch. And those legs! Theyseemed to go on forever. He had never thought tall women particularlyinteresting before, but that had changed in the last two hours.

Rosemary hadn't said anything about her transformation, nor about their upsetthe previous night. He decided to ask her about the former. "Tell me, honey," hesaid. "What do you think of the new you?"She frowned in puzzlement. "The new me? What are you talking about?""You haven't noticed anything... odd, or unusual?""Well sure, it was a little odd to have you go out to get the morning paper,then suddenly forget about that and run back to jump in the sack with me," shegrinned. "But it's the kind of odd a woman could get used to." After moreconversation he could find no evidence that she remembered last night's fight,either.

When Rosemary left to make some purchases at the hotel's gift shop, Jim stayedin the room to check out a few things. First he marked his height on the walland measured it. He stared at the numbers for a long time. He was about 5 feet,8-1/2 inches. 3-1/2 inches shorter than his own previous height and his wife'spresent height. "Five percent." The words echoed in his mind. He did a quickmental calculation. 6 feet was 72 inches, and five percent of that was... 3.6inches.

He checked himself in the mirror. He looked the same as before in every way thathe could see. He still had the same youthful looks and solid build. Hisproportions hadn't changed noticeably. He weighed himself on the bathroom scale,then got out a calculator. Yes, his present weight was 0.95 times 0.95 times0.95 times his previous weight. So that was it. He had been reduced by fivepercent in every dimension. That was the price.

Poking around in the closet, he made another discovery. All of his wife'sclothes were different. They were all appropriate to her new figure, not herold. And her shoes... they were bigger, too. They all had flat heels, with theexception of one pair that didn't look like it had been used much.

On a hunch, he pulled out his drivers license. It said he was 5 foot 9. A slightexaggeration. Rosemary had brought their wedding album -- she had always beenthe sentimental sort, and had wanted this vacation to be a sort of secondhoneymoon -- and Jim thumbed through the pictures. She stood quite a bit tallerthan him in all the pictures. He remembered that she had insisted on wearinghigh heels that day. "This is a special, unique moment in a woman's life," shehad explained. "It's my time in the spotlight, and I want to look my best." Andshe did. She was absolutely stunning in her close-fitting bridal gown andfive-inch heels, though he felt a bit intimidated by the way she towered overhim.

Wait a minute! What was going on? Rosemary had been a petite 5 foot 2 when theymarried. It was just now that she had changed. And yet the memories of hertowering over him as they danced at the wedding reception were clear. Heremembered looking up, not down, into her eyes as he asked her to marry him.

He flipped back through another photo album with pictures from their courtship.

Rosemary had been a gymnast in college, before they were married. And he hadtaken pictures of her in practice and in competition. Gymnastics was not a sportfor tall women. She couldn't possibly be tall in those pictures.

There were no pictures of Rosemary doing gymnastics. But there was somethingelse. He stared. The pictures showed Rosemary playing women's basketball. Slowlyhe closed the photo album and put it away.

This was getting scary. What was happening to him? He felt that his grip onreality was slipping. Where had he ever gotten the notion that he was ten inchestaller than Rosemary when they married? For a few minutes there he had beencertain of it. But the truth was that he had always been shorter than her, fromthe first day they met. Sure, he had often wished he was taller than her. Butwhen had he started confusing fantasy and reality?He found the whole episode quite disturbing. The best thing to do, perhaps, wasto just to put it aside and forget about his daydreams of being tall. Heresolved to do that.

# # #She looked ten years older than him. At least.

Jim frowned at the couple dining at the table next over, then glanced back atRosemary. The other woman had smooth, unblemished skin, and eyes that danced.

Rosemary's eyes displayed prominent crow's feet, and the rest of her face lookedsevere and weatherbeaten compared to that of the other woman. Streaks of greywere all through Rosemary's hair. The woman's husband was at least as old asJim, but his wife looked a good 15 or 20 years younger than Rosemary. Allthrough dinner he found himself comparing the two.

Later that night, as he was brushing his teeth, Rosemary walked into thebathroom wearing a semitransparent nightgown with nothing underneath. Shesmiled. "Isn't it your bedtime?" she asked, arching one eyebrow.

He smiled back, although it was a little forced. "I'll be right with you. Warmup the bed, why don't you?" She nodded, blew him a kiss, and returned to thebedroom.

He looked at the ring on his right hand. His memory of how he had got it was abit vague, like a pleasant dream. If it weren't for the physical evidence of thering on his finger, he would probably have decided that the stunning woman whohad put it there was just a wet dream. The image of her filled his mind. Therehadn't been a wrinkle or harsh spot on that face, not a gray hair on that head.

Maybe Rosemary could be that young again. If he was willing to pay the price.

Five percent. That would bring his height to... five-foot five. About 3-1/2inches shorter than his present height. That might not be too much to pay tohave a young wife again. He had been thinking about using the ring ever since hehad received it; maybe now was the time to gather his courage and just do it.

He made up his mind. He pressed the green stone, and began imagining a youngerRosemary. The yellow stone glowed. He rolled the years back, until she lookedbarely old enough to be entering college. Still it glowed. This was the Rosemaryhe had first met, vibrant with youth and optimism.

How much further could he take this? She was pretty, there was no doubt of that.

Could she be beautiful, jaw-dropping, achingly beautiful, like his mysterywoman? He tried to imagine it, and suddenly the yellow stone winked out. Hereturned to the earlier image, and the stone glowed again. All right, so youngand pretty would have to be enough. He pressed the yellow stone.

The world blurred, then resolidified. He looked about him. Had there been achange? Maybe. He walked to the bedroom.

She arose from the bed and met him near the door. The light from the bathroomspilled over her face and drew a small gasp from him. It was true! Her faceshone with youth and health. Her skin was smooth and silky. Her hands... theyslipped behind his head and she pressed his face into her body. Her shoulderswere just below eye-level to him, and his lips touched the soft skin above herbreasts. He twisted his head to look up into that radiantly youthful face, andshe flashed a brilliant smile at him. She held him tightly for a moment, thenleaned him backwards as she bent over to kiss him.

When she was done she said, "You wear too many clothes," and began strippinghim. Her hands were quick and eager, and surprisingly strong, as she pulled theclothes off of him. Bemused, he neither cooperated nor resisted. Then she tookboth of his hands in hers and led him to the bed.

Afterwards, he was some time in catching his breath. She was so energetic now!It had been like a combination wrestling match and contortionist act. He hadn'tfelt so alive in years.

He let his hand run over her lithesome figuring, exploring the curves of herbody. She giggled as his hand approached her crotch and gently but firmly pushedit away. "It's been a long, exciting day. Much as I'd like to go another roundwith you, I really do need some sleep."Jim was still awake after she had fallen asleep. Just what had changed? He gotup and pulled out the wedding album, taking it to the bathroom to look at itthere. He examined the pictures closely. They both looked about the same as theylooked now. But he had been much younger when they married, hadn't he? He pickedup the photo album, and a paper fell out. He picked it up. It was their weddingcertificate. It was dated seven months ago.

Seven months? But they had been married sixteen years! Wait, no that wasridiculous, she would have been only three back then... He was confused. WasRosemary 19 years old or 39 years old? He found her purse and pulled out herdriver's license. He found the birth date given on it. Yes, she was 19. They hadmet a year ago, just as she was starting college; she had been playing women'sbasketball and he happened to attend one of the games. It had been something ofa whirlwind romance, and they had married within a few months. Once thisHawaiian Christmas vacation was over she would be going back to classes,studying business.

Satisfied that the world was right again, he returned to bed.

# # #Jim had a hard time pulling his eyes off the woman as she walked past.

Fortunately, Rosemary wasn't there to see him goggling. The woman was wearing abikini that she didn't quite fit into. Or at least, her bust didn't quite fitinto it. His eyes were riveted to her magnificent bosom as she moved on down thebeach. Finally she passed behind the restrooms, and he couldn't see her anymore.

He turned his gaze back out to the ocean and sighed. He wished Rosemary couldfill a bikini like that. She was young, and thin, and pretty... but her cupsdidn't exactly overflow. Her breasts were... cute; pretty; nice.

He wanted more.

For fifteen minutes he lay there in the sun, watching the waves, watching theseagulls, watching the children making sandcastles, looking anyplace except theone place he was afraid to look. Finally he checked the time -- and cursed hisquirks. He kept his watch on his right arm, rather than the left, on the insideof his wrist. Just a few inches up from the watch, on one finger, was the thinghe had been avoiding. The silvery ring.

He was going to get rid of it. He was going to throw it into the ocean andforget about it forever. He was already on the short side, and he didn't want tobe any shorter. He tugged at the ring. It stayed firmly in place. He tugged somemore, until the skin hurt, but still it would not budge. Involuntarily, an imageof Rosemary with large, ample breasts sprang into his mind. Oh, hell, even ifthey were THIS large -- he imagined a somewhat smaller bust that was stillsignificantly larger than what she had -- he would be happy. But he had to putthat out of his mind. He grabbed the ring and tugged again. Too late, he noticedsomething.

The yellow stone was glowing. And his finger was pressing it.

There was a soft click. The world blurred, then refocused. He slapped hisforehead. Of all the stupid moves... How had the ring been activated in thefirst place? He guessed that he must have accidentally pressed the green stonewhen he first tried to remove the ring.

So now he had shrunk by five percent. That would leave him just an inch and ahalf past the five-foot mark. He had never thought of himself as a small manbefore -- just a little on the short side, was all -- but now that was the onlyword for it. He was SMALL.

He stood up. At least he still had his muscular build. Suddenly he was knockedto the ground. Brushing sand out of his face, he looked up. Five or six teenagegirls clustered around him. "I'm sorry," one of them said, holding out her handto help him up.

He refused her hand, and stood up himself. She couldn't be more than sixteen,yet she stood a good seven or eight inches higher than him. He glanced around.

None of the girls looked older than sixteen. And he was shorter than every oneof them.

"Here, let me brush that sand off of you," said the girl. Before he couldobject, she was moving her hands over him, brushing at bits of sand that weremostly imaginary. "There, all done," she said, patting his bottom and squeezingit for just an instant. Then she ran away giggling with her friends.

Jim watched them go, face red with embarrassment. Well, at least there was apositive side to all this. Rosemary's bust line should have swelled out nicely.

He decided to head back to their hotel room to see if she was back from hershopping trip yet.

He was just about to put the key in the door when he paused. There was somenoise coming from inside. Some of it was giggling. Some of it was...panting. Andthen a deep bass voice murmuring something.

Teeth clenched grimly, Jim unlocked the door and threw it open. Rosemary wasnaked on the bed, intertwined with a naked man Jim did not know. A very big man.

"Get... out!" he shouted. Rosemary froze, then blushed guiltily as she saw himstanding there. The big man casually rolled to one side and looked up at Jimwithout breaking much of his contact with Rosemary's body.

"You must be Jim," the man said. "Rosemary's told me about you. Don't worry, shestill likes you. You're a nice appetizer, so to speak. But she wanted to havethe main course for once.""You'd better go," Rosemary murmured to the man.

He shrugged, and got up. With elaborate casualness he slowly dressed himself.

"See you again sometime," he called over his shoulder to Rosemary as he left theroom.

Jim's teeth ached, his jaws were clenched so tight. He slammed the door shutbehind him, and stomped over to the bed. Rosemary lay there, looking bothsimultaneously embarrassed, a bit guilty, and irritated.

"I'm sorry, Jim," she said. "You were always such a charming romancer, you sweptme off my feet when we met -- so to speak -- but I think," and here she pausedand chose her words carefully, "I think we were a bit hasty in getting married."His eyes widened, and she hurriedly continued. "You're a wonderful man, and Ilove you dearly, but... How do I say this? You're small. I didn't think thatwould bother me at first, and it didn't. But as time passed, I came to realizethat what I really want, what I NEED, is someone bigger than me, someone who canmake me feel protected."Jim's face, ears and neck were hot and red, and it wasn't from sunburn. His eyescaught on her breasts. She was lying there naked, and her breasts rose upbeautifully from her chest. He longed to touch them.

He was going to touch them. He pulled off his shirt with one fluid motion, thenclambered onto the bed and atop of Rosemary. He pushed her arms out of the wayand thrust his face into her bosom.

"Stop it, Jim! Get off of me!" Her voice was no longer apologetic; it was angry.

"That does it!"The world spun round, and he was flat on his back with Rosemary above him. Shegrabbed his arms and pinned them above his head. She held his legs pinnedbeneath her body. "I'm going to hold you here until you calm yourself down," shesaid.

He twisted and strained, but he could not break loose of her grip. Her wonderfulbreasts hung down as she leaned over him, and the sight intoxicated him. It wastorture, to have her displayed for him like this, and know that he could nothave her, that he had lost her. He wanted those breasts. He wanted that body. Hewanted her to want him.

The solution was suddenly obvious. Even with his hands pinned over his head, hisleft hand could still reach the ring on his right. He felt for the green stone,and pressed it. Then he imagined how he wanted her to be. Consumed with desirefor his body. Filled with a raging, wild lust for him and him only. Desperatefor a sexual release that only he could provide.

He couldn't see if the yellow stone was glowing, but he pressed it anyway. Theworld blurred, then refocused.

Rosemary let out a long, low groan, then lowered herself down on top of him. Shepressed her breasts into his face, and stretched her body out over him, her feetreaching just past his feet. She began moving back and forth, with each movementbearing down on his face with her breasts and moaning with pleasure. Still usingone hand to keep his arms pinned above his head, she reached down with the otherhand and squeezed his jaw. "Open your mouth," she commanded. He did so, andimmediately she inserted one breast into it and pushed down hard, pushing asmuch of it into his mouth as she could. "Suck," was all she said.

After she was done with him, Jim lay by her side, feeling a bit sore andoverwhelmed, but very content. He just hoped she would let him go back to workwhen the vacation was over.

# # #The door to their room swung inward, with Jim and Rosemary seemingly attached,as Jim tried to get the key out of the lock over the interference of Rosemary'scaresses and kisses. Finally he got the key out and closed the door behind them.

They were all dressed up, having gone out for an evening of dining and dancing.

Rosemary had insisted on wearing her five-inch heels. Even without the heels,Jim was only shoulder-height to her. In bare feet they stood eye-to-nipple, andJim could put his arms around her waist without hardly lowering them at all.

With Rosemary in heels now, Jim had to raise his arms to wrap them around herwaist, and the top of his head reached no further than the middle of her bust.

They danced a quiet, slow dance like that, humming the music to each other,Jim's face against Rosemary's flat, firm belly, the bottoms of her breastsbrushing against his temple. Her arms tightened around him and pressed him intoher body with an irresistible grip. The entire night had been like that, andalthough they had attracted more than a few odd looks from people, it had beenheavenly. It had been a long day, though, and he was looking forward to a goodrest.

From the day they first met, their relationship had been hot and intense. At thetime, Jim was dating a petite latin woman (who was nonetheless two inches tallerthan he). Out of curiosity, one evening he attended a women's college basketballgame. Rosemary caught him watching her as the game ended, and before he knew itshe was at his side.

"Would you like to go out for a late snack?" she had asked.

"Um, well, I think --""Great! Let's go!"She grabbed his arm and practically dragged him out of the building and over toher car. "If you don't mind, I'd like to stop by my apartment for a quick showerand change of clothes first," she said.

When the door closed behind them in her apartment she suddenly grabbed him,lifted him a foot into the air, and kissed him so hard and passionately that hethought she was going to take off his face. Her arms wrapped so tightly aroundhim he could hardly breathe. After a timeless period she opened her eyes, smileda mischievous grin at him, walked over to the couch and set him down on it. "Iwon't be more than five minutes," she said.

When she emerged from the shower she seemed to shine. She wasn't wearing astitch of clothing, not even a ring. She adjusted the sofa, and it folded outinto a bed.

"Uh, you know, I have a girlfriend already," he stammered.

"I know," she replied. "I'm your girlfriend." She sat on his legs, pinning himto the bed, as she proceeded to take off his shirt.

"Now wait a minute, you can't just --""Oh, hush now," she said, then she leaned forward and silenced him with a kissas she finished removing his shirt. Then she turned around and sat on his chestas she removed the shoes, socks and pants. He struggled, but was unable toescape. She removed his last article of clothing -- his boxer shorts -- andsuddenly froze.

"Oh, my," she said. She turned her head over her shoulder to look at him, eyeswide. "You're not so little after all." She turned back to stare between hislegs. "That looks like it belongs on a much bigger man." Much to his chagrin, hefound that he had a strong erection. She reached out to touch it. "Tonight itbelongs to me."They never did go out for that late snack. And he never saw his latin girlfriendagain.

In the morning she drove him over to his apartment so he could dress for work.

Somehow she ended up with a copy of his apartment key. When he returned homethat evening his closets and dresser were empty, as was the bathroom cabinet. Anote was taped to the wall. "I got started moving your stuff into my place. Wecan work on it some more this evening."From that point on, it had been like a wild roller-coaster ride; all he could dowas hold on for dear life. Rosemary was an untamed, irresistable primeval force.

They visited Reno together one weekend. Jim didn't realize they were gettingmarried until an hour before the ceremony. And yet Jim didn't feel like he wasbeing pressured into anything he didn't want. He would never have thought that atall and attractive woman like Rosemary would be interested in a man as small ashe was. He wasn't about to question his good fortune. And her frank anduninhibited passion for him intensified his own reactions to her, igniting hisdesire for her to almost unbearable levels.

Amazingly enough, after a year Rosemary was still just as hungry for him asever. Their evening of dinner and dance had included a several urgent excursionsinto the bushes outside the club. And now as they slow danced together in theirliving room, her body swaying and sliding against him, her breasts rubbing histemple, he knew she intended to have him again. He hoped he wouldn't disappointher.

She ran her hands over his well-muscled arms and shoulders. He was well-builtfor his size. But Rosemary was so much larger than him that she could stillhandily overpower him. She lifted him up and began kissing his arms, shouldersand chest. "My hard little man," she sighed. "There's just one part of youthat's gone soft. Let's see what we can do about that." She carried him to theirroom and laid him on the bed.

A frustrating half-hour later, he was still limp. "I'm sorry, honey," he saidmiserably. "We've had a busy evening after a busy day. I'm just worn out. And,"he smiled, "I don't exactly get a lot of sleep, you know.""No, don't tell me that. You can do it, I know you can." She mounted him andpressed her groin urgently against his, rocking and swaying and thrustingfrantically, to no avail.

"You're hurting me," he complained.

She yanked him down and slid herself forward, until she crouched with his headpinned between her legs and his face pressed into her crotch. "Then release methis way," she demanded.

By the time she was done with him his neck and face were sore, too. He used tolike these kinds of games, but lately they had turned rough and angry as shevented her frustrations on him. He felt dejected, depressed and demoralized. Hehadn't been able to give her what she wanted and needed tonight. It wasn't thefirst time. He had hoped it wouldn't happen during their vacation. And he knewfrom experience that as he worried about it, it would just get worse. He wasterribly frightened that she would eventually get so fed up with hisdeficiencies that she would leave him.

He rubbed the ring. He hadn't used it yet, and now he was the one who neededmodification. What would it be like to have endless potency, he wondered.

Wouldn't she be delighted if she could summon an erection from him at any...

Wait a minute. Was this a loophole? If SHE could summon an erection from him...

That would be her ability, not his.

He pressed the green stone, and thought of what he wanted. He imagined Rosemaryhaving the ability to call forth an erection from him at will --- any place, anytime, as often as desired. To his delight, the yellow gem glowed. He pressed it,and heard a soft click.

The world blurred, then came back into focus. Rosemary loomed over him, a happygrin on her face. He felt like he had a steel cylinder projecting from betweenhis legs. "Mr. Eveready is back to work in record time," she remarked. Shelowered herself onto him with a little gasp of pleasure.

At 5:00 a.m. she finally collapsed from exhaustion, falling asleep on top ofhim. Jim wondered if he would ever walk again.

# # #The next time it was her breasts, again. Rosemary had ample breasts, to be sure;but as he stared at the photo of Dolly Parton gracing the cover of TV guide, Jimrealized that so much more was possible.

But he was a very small man already, barely four-foot eight. He didn't dare usethe ring. Yet he could not erase from his mind the image of Parton'sbreath-taking bust. It would only take a few button-pushes, is all...

Rosemary was just about to undress for bed when Jim finally gave in. He imaginedher with breasts even larger than Parton's, and noted with glee that the yellowgem glowed.


The world blurred, and when it refocused he was delighted at what he saw. Herblouse seemed to strain at every seam to contain her bust. He wondered whethershe would be able to finish unbuttoning the blouse before the buttons popped offby themselves. She smiled as she watched him watching her, and the blouse slidto the floor. She reached behind her to undo the bra, and pulled it off with onefluid motion.

Jim watched in dismay as her wonderfully enormous breasts, which had stood soproudly with the support of her bra, now sagged almost to her waist. He realizedthat they were simply too large and heavy to do otherwise. But wait! That couldbe fixed! He imagined some interior structural changes, what amounted to aninternal bra lying under her skin, holding and supporting her breasts, so thatthey appeared to defy gravity.


She dropped her skirt and began to walk over to him, a smile playing across herlips. Her naked breasts were simply stunning. But he realized that behind hersmile there was pain, and she walked with an unattractive stoop. It was clearthat she had serious back problems, evidently from the weight of her breasts.

This wasn't what he had wanted! He imagined a strengthened spine and backmuscles to support the extra weight.


He tore off his close as she reached him, and he gasped at the size of her.

Trembling, he reached up his hands to caress her marvelous bosom.

Still not right! Her breasts were cold; he liked them toasty warm. They werenever this cold before; so why now... Of course. He had given her biggerbreasts, but had failed to increase the blood flow to them. They just didn'thave enough circulation to keep them warm. One more time, he imagined thenecessary changes.


And now they were just right. He reached up and ran his hands over the wonderfulmounds of woman-flesh, but though he stood on tip-toe he could not get his facehigh enough to kiss them. Grinning mischievously, Rosemary backed away; hefollowed. She slipped into her high heels, and her breasts rose out of hisreach. He strained to touch them, but even on tip-toe his fingertips barelyreached her nipples.

She watched his futile efforts for a while with a grin, then began to laugh. Sheengulfed each of his hands in one of hers and forced them to his sides. "We dothings my way, little man," she said. One hand pressed against the back of hishead and pulled his face tight against her. With the heels on, her crotch wasjust at the level of his mouth. She lifted one leg and stroked his sides withher calf, then the leg tightened around him and she pressed his face moreinsistently into her crotch. "Pleasure me," she commanded.

She was slow in coming, but when she did she came so hard that he was afraid shewould crack his ribs. Afterwards she looked down at him, and smiled.

"Good boy! You remembered everything I've told you about pleasuring me. Now I'mgoing to use you in a way you might enjoy more." Her hands came flowing downover his body, until they reached his waist. He was only half erect at themoment, but suddenly he felt as if his penis would ring if it were tapped with ahammer. Then she lifted him up and buried his face in her breasts while shepumped him in and out...

# # #Of course, the optimal, the most beautiful skin color was a particular shade ofbrown that he had only seen in certain Koreans.


And he thought green eyes -- with yellow-brown centers -- were terribly sexy. Noother eye color would do.


Blue-black hair going down to the waist, with just enough of a curl to it tomake it interesting: that's what she needed!Click.

Her waist should be thinner, of course, to emphasize even more her wonderfulbust and hypnotic hips.


# # #Rosemary was perfect.

There was no doubt about that. From the top of her exquisitely shaped head tothe tips of her elegant toes, there was not the slightest aspect of her beingthat could be improved. Surely, Jim thought, such a marvelous creature had neverexisted before in the history of the world.

She stood above him in her naked glory and smiled down at him. He in turn didn'tquite come up to her knee. He was one of the last of the Little People, as theIrish called them, descended from ancestors who had stowed away on human boats.

"You are a beautiful little creature, Dick," she said. Dick was not his realname, but it was the one she had given him. She crooked a finger, and he feltsuddenly light-headed. From between his legs arose his enormous rod, a third aslong as he himself was. His heart pounded with the effort to produce the bloodpressure to make it erect. It did so quite effectively, drawing the blood fromthe rest of his body -- including his head. His vision swam. This was the cursethat had been placed on him for his arrogant treatment of one of his ownpeople's women. His member was simply to large to be used.

Except that it was just to right size to fit a human woman. Mistress Rosemaryhad captured him one day as she wandered the forest. It hadn't been difficult.

He had stood there dumbly, paralyzed by her magnificence and beauty, as shesimply walked up to him and and grabbed him. Upon removing his baggy clothes shehad discovered his curse, and her own ability to make it rise at will. Sincethen she had never let him wear clothes again, and had kept him as her captiveplaything.

Now she crouched before him, wrapped one hand around his waist, and picked himup. Standing up again, she touched the silvery ring he wore on his right hand.

"You won't be needing this anymore," she said. "I'll take it back now."She removed the ring, and it expanded four-fold in every dimension, to a sizeappropriate for an adult human finger. Suddenly the curtains dropped from hismind. He was Nim Biddings. A month ago he had been a normal human being, sixfeet tall. He remembered receiving the ring and the price associated with itsuse, and was horrified. How could he have let things get so out of hand?And suddenly he realized another thing. Rosemary was now identical to the womanwho had given him the ring.

She smiled as she saw the realization dawning on his face. "Yes, I gave you thering," she said. "I've been studying magic for some time now. I tried to tellyou many times, but you would never listen. And that night when I was drawingchalk lines on the floor and dancing for you -- I was weaving the spell to makemyself look like this."She ran a finger down his rigid penis. "Oh, how I wanted you. You can't imaginehow badly I wanted you, day after day, year after year. But you never seemed towant me as much. You denied me your body. I was never good enough for you. Aftera while, I stopped trying to meet your standards.

"But then I finally found the way of being everything you could possibly want.

This was going to be my present to you, Dick," she gestured at her body with herfree hand, "you were going to have the wife of your dreams, and it wasn't goingto cost you anything.

"But you turned me down, humiliated me, and left me alone to cry my heart out.

So I decided that you would have to pay for every improvement. I wanted to seejust how hard to please you were, how far you would go." She ran her eyes up anddown his tiny body. "You surprised even me."She sat down and held him in her lap with one hand while the other stroked him.

"So what do I do with you now, Dick?""Restore me back to normal, of course," he said. "What else? And why are youcalling me Dick? That's not my name."She laughed. "Of course it's not your name. It's your function. And truth betold... I rather enjoy you like this. For fifteen years I've had to beg andplead for you to share your body with me. Now I can take you whenever I wantyou. I don't even have to ask." Her fingers slid over his body, lingering overthe hard bumps of his muscles, and stroking his oversized penis. She lifted himto her face and began kissing and nuzzling every part of him. He struggled,which only seemed to amuse and arouse her. Then she paused, gazing down on himwith a glowing, rapturous smile. "Oh, it'll be wonderful!"She lowered him between her legs and pumped him in and out with boundlessenergy. When she was done she held him pinned with her legs for a while.

Finally, she lifted him up with a sigh.

"Our plane home leaves in two hours. Time for me to dress and pack you away."She unzipped a large purse, folded his legs up against his chest, and placed himinside.

"Rosemary, no!" he protested. She held a finger to her lips, made a few motionswith her hands, and suddenly he could neither move nor speak. Then she pulledthe zipper shut and darkness enclosed him.

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