Thought if you were going to touch up the image, I could touch up my tribute to it (that I wrote as Sexplore):





Joanne had always been carefree, taking life at face value. Never looking for deeper meaning than the next laugh, her apsiration went no further than having a firmer bum and finer figure. And it was enough for her. That she had a suitably gorgeous partner to display next to her nearly perfect body was the icing on the cake. Her life smelt of roses. Roses, fine wine and the delicious taste of other people's envy.



Then Mark had dumped her.







At first she had been puzzled. Not quite believing it could be happening to her. She went into denial. Waiting for him to come back whilst planning how she would punish him suitably... but perhaps in numerous little ways... none of them by themselves so much or so shocking that she might drive him away again. But nonetheless effective enough as they accumulated one on another to have him squirming with shame and remorse. Only then might she forgive him.







After she had also found a way to humiliate him in front of their freinds of course.







It never occured to her that he wouldn't come back. Which is why the way that the phone remained silent, no matter how many hours she watched it, so confused and confounded her. She became more and more anxious and desperate as the days dragged on agonisingly slowly and then passed by.



Finally the reality of his absence overwhelmed her. She cried into her pillow for a week. Then she awoke feeling different. She looked at her puffy face in the mirror, without even a hint of make up and hair all dishevelled... and the horror at at what she saw drove her mad. She got angry.







'This scraggy whining bitch is not who I am.'



But still she could not put Mark out of her mind. How could he ever think he could do better than her? The bastard. He didn't deserver her.



Then again his eyes sparkled so bright and blue when he was being mischevious. His smile could melt ice. And he was as great a specimen of male eye candy as she had ever known, with finely cut clothes and firm strong muscles and a bulging wallet...







Was he was regretting being so stupid? Was he too proud to say so? Perhaps he was having a nervous breakdown and needed some shrink to fix him. Perhaps she could let our her fury and shrivel him like a bug under a magnifying glass.







She needed closure. There was nothing left to do but to ring. Yet the call didn't go in any of the ways she had anticipated.





'I love you babe.' Mark said, 'But you're just too shallow. You know? It got boring. You do your hair and your nails and you gossip all the way to the gym. Then you bitch about your collegues at work and worry about what's in fashion. But we never talked about anything real. I never got to know you. And you never got to know me. I mean, honestly Jo, who are you really?'



Joanne was speechless. She just shrank back in horror, wanting to end the call but unable to put the phone down.





'It'll be okay,' he added in a soft kind voice which made it all so much worse, 'If I can change, you can change too. I've been doing a lot of work on myself. In a way I've got you and our relationship to thank for that. It's not been easy, but it's been worth it. Finding my 'inner me'. Someone I had banished years ago. That free natural creative self that I'll never allow to be caged again.. Perhaps you should consider therapy too. I know a great group. Would you like their number?'



Joanne hung up. Her anger, temporarily stunned into nonexistance, had begun to resurface as the numbness faded and the first claw marks of pain bit deep.



Mark never called back.



She sat up for three nights straight brooding. I'll show him inner work, she thought. I'll show him I can know who I am. Throughout that long agony of soul something crystallised in her. Once it had, she felt relieved. At peace.



The next time Mark, and his female counsellor, and their therapy group met a bright blue flashing light filled the room and they all passed out. They awoke, tiny and naked in a bowl.



The huge and beautiful Joanne appeared soon after. She had just showered and dried off after a full work out. Her hair was immaculate and her make up perfect, though she had yet to put on any clothes. She wanted Mark to see in full Godzilla sized 3D just what he had given up. Possibly for the charms one of those paltry maggots in the bowl next to him. If she could get him aroused and remorseful as well as terrified, all the better.



This was a moment which she would savour forever.



'Dear little Mark, how you've helped me.' She began, effortlessly booming over the frightened wailing.



'I know exactly who I am. I'm gorgeous. I'm naked. I'm a Goddess. I like to travel through life lightly and not overthink things. And I don't accept rejection. I don't take prisoners when I want something. And I don't forgive those who have betrayed me.' She smiled happily down at him as he shook with fear. She wanted him erect, but she wasn't sure if he was. At his size it was hard to tell. Perhaps she'd need to lick between his legs before she ate him.



'But you are right of course. At present there is an emptiness inside. It's in my belly. And I do need to have contact with an inner person... Or should I say 'people' there.' She laughed at that and picked up the first of them to die.



'Very soon I'll have an inner Joy, an inner Rosemary, an inner Justine, an inner whoever that slag on her knees is, and best of all, an inner Mark. You wanted deep, honey. Let me show you just how deep inside I'm going to take you. Yum Yum!'



And she opened her cavernous mouth wide.



'I have a gut feeling this is the best therapy ever.'