by Jay Manus

 

I awoke momentarily disoriented.  I was laying on a broad bed in an expensively appointed, but badly trashed bedroom, which was rocking gently.  Ah yes, everything came back in a flash.  I was here on the Playboy yacht in the middle of the Carribean.  Turning over I confirmed that I had just made love to the magnificently strengthened sex goddess Elsa Benitez – she was still sleeping next to me.  Wow, what a woman!

 

Thinking more broadly now, I remembered that I still had another woman back in my apartment in California.  Another beautiful woman, another sexy woman, another fabulously strong woman, whom I had created in my dreams. 

 

But even though I knew that Janie was my creation, that she was perfect for me in every way, I felt that I was going to have to replace her with Elsa.  Elsa was real.  She had a real life.  She had memories and experiences and relatives and friends and enemies.  She had come to me at my bidding, yes, but she had a sense of the world about her.  She was three-dimensional. 

 

And, I thought, remembering what she had said to Mr. Heffner, she came with a small sense of danger as well.  Suppose Heffner came after her?  Tried to win her back?  The possibilities were interesting.

 

So what was I going to do about Janie?  Send her back, I guessed.  I didn’t know if I could do that without feeling an awful lot of guilt, though.  I decided that she at least deserved to know what was going to happen before I did it.

 

I looked at Elsa again and arranged for her to remain asleep until I returned.  Then I imagined myself back in Sunnyvale.  “Make it happen.”

 

And there I was, now laying on a different bed, next to a different gorgeous naked sleeping beauty.  God, she was just as beautiful, in her own way.

 

Taking a deep breath I said, “Janie, wake up.”  Her eyelids fluttered open and she saw me.  She gave me one of her dazzling smiles and my heart melted.  I snuggled up to her and we kissed each other passionately, but after a few minutes, knowing what I had to do, I pulled away.

 

Janie had a surprised look on her face, followed quickly by confusion.  She looked at me for a minute without saying anything, then climbed out of bed.  I followed her into the kitchen, watching her perfect back and buttocks.  She took a glass bottle of orange juice out of the refrigerator.  Leaning against the bar so that her big breasts rested on its surface, she looked thoughtfully across at me.  Still eying me, she bit the bottle’s neck off and swallowed it, then began to chug its contents.

 

“You found someone else, didn’t you.”  It was more a statement than a question.  Janie had drained the bottle and set it down on the bar. 

 

“Janie, I –” I stammered.  She just cocked her head and began to look worried.

 

“I’m going to send you back –”

 

“Back???  BACK???  You mean, back to where I didn’t EXIST???”

 

“Janie, Janie –”

 

“What’s wrong with me, Jim?  I love being alive!  I love this wonderful body you gave me!  I love being so beautiful!  I love being so powerful!  I love you!  I love making you happy!  How can you do this to me???”  She was looking more and more desperate, and her voice was rising.

 

Suddenly she crashed forward, tearing a path like a tornado, right through the bar.  She undercut the load-bearing pole at the bar’s outer end, and the ceiling began to collapse behind her, but she was oblivious to all that.

 

“What’s wrong with me,” she asked again, louder now.  “Do I not show you my strength enough?”  She went to the refrigerator and lifted it off the ground, her boobs indenting its sheet metal door.  “Do I not do enough damage?”  She tossed the refrigerator mightily through the wall beside her, startling my neighbor, who had been watching television when the refrigerator came through his wall.  “Do I not turn you on enough?”  She made her breasts explode to three times their regular size, cupped them and held them out to me, simultaneously squeezing them with thousands of pounds of pressure.  “Do I not give you enough blow jobs?”  She rushed over to me, dropping to the floor on one knee.  She proceeded to rip open my pants and begin sucking my dick.

 

I expected more tirade on her part, more guilt on my part, but things were suddenly very quiet.  Janie was still sucking my dick, and all I could hear was her occasional slurp, and then interspersed with those slurps, “Oh… I… love… your… cock…!”  That really turned me on, making my already hard prick even bigger and more solid.  She shrieked and began sucking more hungrily.  I put my hands on her lustrous hair, leaned back on a barstool, threw my head back, and let myself enjoy the wonderful sensation of this gorgeously sexy huge-breasted girl, who could throw refrigerators through walls and who loved sucking my cock, giving me a fantastic blow job.

 

I let her go on for quite some time like that, allowing my arousal to grow and my mind to be completely transported by that incomparable sensation, until finally I could stand it no longer.  I screamed wordlessly and spewed forth an enormous amount of accumulated cum, all of which Janie captured and swallowed!

 

After a brief afterglow, during which she continued to lick cum off my prick and the area around it, I pushed Janie back onto the floor.  There I climbed on top of her and sucked and kissed and squeezed and stroked and fondled her enormous breasts ravenously.  They were huge, and they had to be the softest things known to man.  I spread them apart and stuck my whole face into the cleavage, her steel-hard nipples projecting well past the back of my head.

 

Janie stroked my hair with one hand and pleaded softly, “Don’t send me back there, Jim, please?  Please let me live!”

 

I slowly pulled my face away from her chest and sat on the floor, cross legged.  I nodded quietly.  “Do you think you can get along with another girl, another beautiful sexy strong woman like yourself?”

 

She hesitated, then nodded back.  “Yes,” she said, “yes, if that will make you happy, then I will.  I’ll do anything to make you happy.”

 

“Ok,” I said gravely.  “Let’s try it for a while and see how it works out.”