Heather's gaze curiously moved from her mother's now flat belly downwards.
She ran a finger over the meaty thighs of the claydoll, before starting to scratch clay off the legs with her fingernails. That way she got a collection of short to medium length clay strips, while the dolls surface looked as if it had been ploughed.
But then the self adapting power of the clay dolls set in and the surface evend out, without displaying the slight cellulite it had before, leaving behind only smooth, almost skinny legs.
Now the only things still massive about Martha were her breasts and rear.
Without much thought Heather had managed to grab a lump of clay Martha's butt and peeled it off.
Heather turned the doll a bit in her hands and thought:
"Well, that wasn't much of a reduction" as there was still a lot of ass on her mother's doll.
"At least now the transition looks somewhat natural" she muttered to herself. Even after the belly "theft" Martha didn't exactly sport a wasp waist, but she was now definitely showing an hourglass figure.
Suddenly she heard a muffled cry from below followed by the sound of something hitting the ground.
Heather was about to jump up but the new weight on her frontside pulled her back down and let her nearly trip over. She couldn't help but chuckle as she was reminded of her bellys presence. It didn't look natural sitting on her slim, fit, toned legs and threw her center of gravity a bit off.
She guessed that walking normally would be not an option. With the new weight dragging her forward she predicted that she would end up waddling the next time she rose from her chair.
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