Before the image started loading I couldn't stop thinking what my unintentional 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.
Her beauty struck me so much that, believe it or not, I momentarily forgotten about my previous wish which apparently worked with some minor delay.
It was all because she was almost the personification of my dream girl, this sort of cute, soft and girly, submissive little person. But it was this almost which screwed up my situation even more. My ego, so close to seeing perfection, wanted her to actually reach it.
I thought of her beautiful, soft freckled skin and I imagined it even paler so that one could see delicate blue veins showing through on her breasts. At the same time she had more more freckles though, gently sprinkling her face, shoulders, then neck and cleavage with thousands of little cute dots.
I saw her wonderful wavy red hair and imagined it reaching below her butt instead of being this short.
I looked at her perky titties and imagined them extending even further away from her petite torso. For some strange reason I enjoyed thinking about women being uncomfortable with the heaviness of their breasts. In my mind I saw the girl from the picture leaning forward a bit, not given any other choice by the weight of the big soft tear-drop shaped bags of warm flesh stuck on her chest.
Then it was all about the nipples. I 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 I thought about her butt. In my 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 wider-than shoulders hips would probably make her a definition of someone bottom-heavy was it not for her heavy boobs. And her butt would be soft. Very soft. In fact I 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 smiled thinking about the way it would jiggle when she walked...
I didn't really care how uncomfortable she must be with her overly heavy bosom and the constant movement of her butt, she was there to look nice and be fucked a lot and she knew it.
She was so close to perfection. Oh how I wanted to see her actually become it...
"I wish that girl was exactly as I imagined her." I said influenced by a strange impulse.
It was too late when I remembered my last wish because I saw a bright flash of light.
Immediately I regretted the last words spoken before entering the life of the girl from the photo...
