Jim cautiously pushed open the door marked "Virtual Reality Programming and Matter Reconfigurator" and entered. He was stunned by the simplicity of the room, basically a large domed room with the cieling 30 ft. high at it's highest point, and a diameter of of 60 ft. The whole room was lined with a grey, semi-reflective metal, and it's only outstanding feature was a metal podium located at the center of the room. Jim approached the podium, and noticed he couldn't see the outline of the door he just entered anymore. When he walked back, he found the metal lining to be perfectly smooth, with no grooves and warm to the touch. Jim began to worry as he went to the central dias, hoping to find a way out or a way to call someone.
The dias was featureless, except for a small glass plate on it's top. Jim cautiously touched the glass, and in a burst of light, a small globe seemed to appear out of nowhere above the plate. Jim jumped back in suprise. He calmed down after catching his breath, and tried to touch the globe, but his hand went right through. "A hologram," Jum said, marvelling at it. "Not just a hologram, SIR, but a state of the art interface. You may call me GOD, which is short for Generated Output/Input Device," the floating ball said with a touch of superiority. Jim looked around to see if someone was pulling his leg. "Well if you're God, you must be all knowing and all powerful," Jim chortled at the arrogant machine. The ball of light pulsed angrily and stated "I'm as close to that as anything else in the universe."
Jim smirked. "If you're so all knowing, what am I thinking about right now?" "Sex," the globe answered matter of factly. "Well, that's not hard to figure out. All guys my age only have one thing on their minds," Jim retorted.
"Mock me, hmmm? All right, you are thinking about sex with the several large breasted women you've seen in the lab. You are also feeling guilty because your mate Sharon is here, and you don't want to upset her and let her know your eyes have been wandering. She may not know how deep your sexual fantasies go, but I do. Your neural pathways were scanned the moment you entered the room." The ball glowed eerily.
Jim clammed up and glared at the ball. "Oh yeah, so what's my fantasy, you smug nightlight?"
Jim was gasping with astonishment when a figure suddenly appeared beside him. He immediately felt his chest tighten when he saw what his dreams only hinted at made real before him. The creature was the epitome of sexuality to Jim, who drank in her form with a drooling, slackedjaw.
She stood about 5 foot 4 inches tall, and that was only due to the fact she was wearing 6 inch heels on her tiny feet, and those leather-clad feet rose up to the shaply calves and full thighs of achingly beautifully long legs, also encased in leather, the leggings stopping mid-thigh. Her thin, graceful arms and dainty hands were also encased in leather up to mid-bicep, the scent permiating the air with her exotic perfume. The other obvious smell came from her exposed groing, where a no hair obscured the soft feminine petals of her sex. Her full and wide hips and rounded, firm, bubble-butt swayed unconsciously on those long legs, and from there her waist narroed to a erotically small diameter, helped by the heavy leather corset she wore. The corset stopped short of her chest, and what a chest. Her thin ribcage exploded with two almost perfectly spherical, basketball sized mounds of flesh, topped with huge, shotglass-sized nipples settled on dark areole the size of soup bowls. Beads of cream dripped heavily from the bloated tips, their sweet smell adding to the symphony of odors about the fantasy woman. Above those magnificent breasts, a gracefully thin neck rose to a face of pure seduction. Large sapphire blue eye, dark lashed and sexily half-closed, gazed with heart-stopping effect at Jim, and betweeen them a tiny, ever so slightly upturned nose was nestled between high cheekbones. Her full, soft, ruby red lips glistened as her tongue ran over them, wetting and plumping them even further. Her head was crowned with golden waves of full hair which fell in lustrous curls down to her beautiful backside. She was the epidome of every fantasy Jim ever had.
The ball waited a few moments, watching Jim almost drop into a lust coma, before speaking. "Quite a vivid imagination, Jim. You do realize how impossible she is? No woman in nature could walk on those heels with any grace, and no back could support those 20 pound bags of flesh on her chest either. No real women could be constantly sexually aroused, and behave so sexually in such a constant matter. No, this isn't a woman that could be found anywhere but your imagination, Jim. Now do YOU think I may have some power?" Jim reached forward, tenatively, to finds his hand passing through the beautiful vision. He suddenly became aware of how cruel this was, being able to see his complete fantasy, but not to touch her. Jim turned to the glowing ball. "But you can't make her real...can you?"
"I am programmed to be able to transform anything in this room into anything I am programmed with. Theoretically, of course, I could grab the stray molecules in the air and make her real. But I have never been tested in that capacity, and I am not scheduled to go into final tests for another few days. So please leave and remember how you almost had your fantasies made real, but you pissed of the wrong GOD." The ball pulsed impatiently.
Jim angrily approached the ball. "Make her real, you megalomaniacal flashlight!" With that, he stuck the glass plate, sending a shower of sparks up. The globe of light suddenly spoke as energy enveloped the lab, saying:
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