“Really, I swear it’s true, Zack! It really works!” Steve insisted. &l

“Really, I swear it’s true, Zack! It really works!” Steve insisted.

“Bullshit!” Zack said. “If this thing is really magic and can create your dream girl then why would you give it to me?”

“Because it only works once per guy!” Steve explained, not technically lying with the first sentence, but then making up for it with what followed. “I used it to create a smoking hot babe. But I sent her shopping for sexy underwear because I didn’t want to have her see you using the amulet. She doesn’t know I magicked her into existence! But I figure if I have a hot girlfriend, my friends should have hot girlfriends!”

“So you brought it to me?” Zack said, a grin pulling at the corners of his mouth. “Dude! That’s awesome! Gimme!”

“Wait! I got to tell you how it works! You have to picture the perfect woman in your head.” Steve said.

“Oh! Blonde with big tits!” Zack said. “No! Asian with big tits! No, wait,…”

“Not just what she looks like!” Steve said. “Personality too! What she’s like in the sack. How easy she is to get in the sack. You only have one chance at this, Zack. You have to keep all the attributes of the woman in your head, then take the amulet, close your eyes and wish she was real. Can you do that?”

“I can! I totally can!” Zack promised. “Gimme!”

Steve handed his friend the amulet. As Zack took it, screwed up his face and concentrated, Steve grinned.

It was totally working! Zach was morphing into a blonde Asian with big tits.

Steve shook his head. He knew Zack’s ADHD was a risk factor. But Steve had chosen Zack for other reasons.

“Don’t forget to name her, Zack.” he said. “Say her name and she’ll be here.”

The gorgeous woman that had once been Zack frowned prettily, keeping her eyes scrunched shut, then relaxed, satisfied.

“ZuZu!” She said in a high, silly voice.

Then she opened up her big brown eyes in confusion.

“Where is she?” The newly-minted woman asked. Then she looked down at the massive jugs she had wished for herself. “What the fuck? Steve! What did you do to me?”

“Now ZuZu!” Steve said. “It’s not what I did to you. It’s what you did to you!”

“What I did to me?” She asked, pouting. “I don’t understand, Steve!”

“You don’t have to understand, ZuZu!” Steve assured her. “I’ll take good care of you.”

“You will?” She asked, seeming relieved, though no less confused. “I need someone to take care of me. I’m not very smart.”

“You aren’t smart,” Steve agreed. “But you’re very pretty. So that’s o.k.”

“Oh my gawd!” She exclaimed. “Do you really think I’m pretty? But didn’t I used to be…”

“Very pretty!” Steve confirmed, cutting off discussion of the past. “I mean, just look at these!”

He reached out and slid his hands under her boobs to call attention to them.

“These are incredible!” He praised.

ZuZu started breathing rapidly.

“I like to show show my titties,” she admitted. “And they LOVE to be touched.”

Steve’s hands explored the expanse of boobular real estate Zack had wished into being.

“Does having them fondled make you horny?” Steve asked, going on a hunch.

“So horny! God! So horny! ZuZu so horny!” She exclaimed, her eyes loosing focus.

“I just have one more question, ZuZu,” Steve said. “If I asked nicely, would you go down on me?”

ZuZu gasped. Then she was on her knees in the space of a heart beat, anxious to get his pants off, eager to give head. Very, very eager.

As Steve stoked ZuZu’s blonde tresses as he received the first of many blowjobs, he congratulated himself once again for his cleverness. Zack hadn’t been his smartest friend but the man did have excellent taste in bimbos.