"Give me a !"

"A ****, uh. Done", said a fingersnapping John, as a third person materialized beside Vanessa.

Slightly tan skin, average height, shoulder length hair, auburn hair, hazel eyes and sets of both types of genitalia made up the body of this newly minted individual.

Vanessa looked expectantly at her newly acquired ****, struggling to keep her head straight despite pleasuring herself.

"Why... Why isn't it doing anything?!", she yelled out in frustration.

"First off", answered John, "they're a person. I tried to make them the most basic template of a person ever since you didn't give me any pointers, but they're still a person, with volition and desires and stuff. I also made sure they wanted nothing but to serve you, for obvious reasons.

And they're not doing anything because you didn't ask them to do anything."

Growing mad with pent-up lust, Vanessa screamed: "FEED ME!!!" Her **** rotely moved to the plate, cut a slice of bacon, and brought it up to Vanessa's mouth with a blank expression. Vanessa almost screamed again, but as full of desire as she was, she understood what was happening: she really didn't specify anything about her ****. Slowing down the pace to keep herself nice and wet, she somewhat collected herself, and stated:

"Okay, I wish they were both caring and playful, anticipated my every needs, and always carried out orders in the most sensual, sexy and exciting way. There, how's that for a wish?!"

"Not bad", acquiesced a slightly impressed John, "not bad at all".

And with a single snap, it happened.

The blank expression of the **** became a mischievous one, as they carefully lay the tray besides Vanessa's head. They went up her bed on all fours, swaying from left to right and right to left in a wavelike, almost hypnotic pattern, rubbing their body against hers which each undulation. Once they were finally face to face, they slightly lowered their stance to crouch atop of her, pressing their hot member against Vanessa's pelvis. Their face went up to the tray, and a few, sloppy noises later, they came back with a piece of waffle in their mouth; finally understanding their intentions, Vanessa sighed from both relief and lust, willfully kissing her ****'s mouth to get fed. Her **** pushed the small piece of waffle in her mouth, caressed the underside of her tongue with theirs, and concluded the feeding by closing their lips around Vanessa's. As Vanessa was savoring the sweet and flavorful taste of perfectly cooked waffles, her **** moved their head to gently kiss her body, starting from her neck and kissing their way through her shoulder, arm and hand, before lovingly sucking on her fingers. Now in a somewhat upright position, they took Vanessa's arm in their hands, pressing her hand against their mouth, and sucked on each finger one by one, making sure to leave them nice and wet; they finished the last finger at exactly the same time Vanessa gulped down her first piece of waffle. They gave her palm a last, quick lick, and went back to take another piece.

This time, they took it with their fingers, and as Vanessa opened her mouth to get fed, they crushed it in their hand. Vanessa looked at them quizzically, trusting they knew what they were doing but curious about what was next. And what was next was her **** dipping her fingers in her mouth for her to suck on. It dawned on Vanessa that she kinda wanted to do to her **** what her **** just did to her, but hadn't reached this conclusion just yet. This led her to realize what "anticipating her every needs" _really _meant, and she couldn't be happier as she licked some waffle clean off her ****'s fingers, while they gently stroked her hair, ear and jaw with their free hand.

"This is good and all, but don't you want to frig yourself, Mistress?"

Vanessa blinked in shock. It had been so silent these last few seconds that she didn't fully grasp that the living incarnation of sex appeal in front of her was an actual person. As pangs of guilt started manifesting in her mind, and probably on her face, her **** chuckled. "Don't worry Mistress: I'm very thankful you wished me into being", they said as they tenderly kneaded her breast. "You can think of me as a person, or as an object, or anything in-between, I don't mind." They lowered their head to run their tongue accross Vanessa's breast, tit, shoulder and neck, before whispering in their ear: "I'll be happy as long as you're happy, Mistress. Now please, please resume masturbating."

As they softly spoke those words, they slowly moved their hips to make their oozing dick slide accross their mistress' body; as they did so, Vanessa's focus was drawn to the heat emanating from both their semi-erect cock and their damp cunt, and thus to her own, burning, soaked pussy. No longer restrained by any coherent thought, she expertly positioned her right hand inside and around her moist opening, rapidly working herself up. With her left hand, she firmly grasped her ****'s head and pushed it down to passionately shove her tongue inside their mouth. Their tongues danced - no, not danced: there was nothing graceful about it. Their tongues intertwined and licked and rubbed and teased and darted in a raw display of unbound lust, the ****'s hands craddling Vanessa's head as they plunged their tongue inside her. As they did so, they resumed grinding on her, making Vanessa all too aware of their sexual warmth; soon, the combined stimulus of a cock rubbing on her body, a tongue darting through her mouth and her own hand rubbing her wet hole proved too much, and with a loud cry muffled by the mouth enveloping hers, Vanessa finally climaxed.

A few seconds, perhaps even a full minute passed as she laid there motionless, basking in the afterglow. Her **** slowly broke their kiss, the haze slowly lifting as they did so. It had felt... magical, for lack of a less cliché word. Vanessa panted as she stared at her smiling ****'s face. Though her mind was working straight again, she didn't know what to do or what to think: she was scared that doing anything mundane after that would somehow break the spell and she'd wake up or something."Oh, don't worry 'bout that", the voice of a sex genie commented. "I'm not *munch* going anywhere after this kind of show!"

Vanessa turned her head to the half-bizarre, half-mundane sight of John sat on a chair she wasn't sure she owned, snacking on some popcorn with one hand and lazily stroking himself with another. "I mean, wow, I wasn't near as subtle or sensual on my first reality-bent fucking. I just... kinda wished for some college girl to blow me and let me fuck her brains out, and like it was cool, but it wasn't "getting fed and sucking on fingers" cool y'know. Damn I knew you were a fine choice! That being said, I know I'm just your sex genie and stuff, but, uh... Since you're new to this and I won't let you go back in time to fix your mistakes, let me point out that, A, you didn't pick a name for your ****, and B, you'll probably have to skip breakfast."

Yanked back to the mundanity of everyday life by this last comment, Vanessa quickly checked the clock: hell and damnation, it was quarter past nine! John was right, she'll have to skip breakfast, but she couldn't possibly skip showering, especially not after such a morning! Shit shit shit sh-wait.

"Hey, uh, John... I wish to be clean, and dressed, and at work?", she asked sheepishly.

"Nuh-uh", a teasing John retorted, "I'm not granting any wish unless you can make it sexual in nature. Remember, sex genie."

Vanessa focused. Alright, she had John and... and...

She blinked.

"What's your name?", she inquired.

Her **** smiled. "I don't have one. You can give me one, if you want. You can also change my body, personality, gender and other features by asking John."

Woah, too many possibilities there. Vanessa made a mental note to get back to this whole "****-modding" later: for now, she had to pick a name. A name that'd fit her ****... Not any ****, her ****. Damn, that was hard. Mary? Jane? Vanessa Jr? Did she even want to give them a girl's name? She kinda liked the idea of having both male and female parts at her disposal to fondle whenever. Speaking of which.

"Hey John, I wish my **** had female breasts, big enough that I can grope them, but small enough that a large enough T-shirt could conceal them. And green eyes, too."

"Really leaning into androgynous territory, huh? Not really my style - I'm straight as an arrow, y'see - but I get the appeal."

One snap latter, and her ****'s breasts ever so slightly inflated: those were undeniably female, yet their other noncommital features - and the member swaying between their legs - denied any classification whatsoever, which Vanessa had to admit she kinda digged. Timidly, she swept her hand accross her ****'s boobs; a slight grin and a soft moan were all the encouragement she needed to grasp them with both hands and fondle them while thinking.

Maybe she could name her **** some kind of vulgar catcall? The idea kinda aroused her, and, well, she knew they'd be okay with it. But what? Whore, slut? Too classic. As she was thinking, her **** moved their hands to gently massage their buttcheeks and lower lips, all while puffing her chest for easier access. That felt... nice, but slow enough to let her think. They really knew their way around her body.

Cocksleeve, dickmeat, cumdump? Eh, those kinda implied dickings, and her **** probably won't receive any most of the time. Weird, John chuckled unprompted at this exact moment.

Then perhaps dyke or something? But would it be right to call them a dyke? She did want her **** to be manly from times to times... What a dilemma. A dilemma that wasn't made any easier by the addicting, soft feel of their titties as she played with them! Those are exactly the kind of perfect breasts that led to the expression "sugartits"!

... Wait.

"Sugar!", an epiphanous Vanessa blurted.
"Uh... Yeah, do you want some or something?", asked John.
"Their name will be Sugar!"
"Sugar? It's a wonderful name!", a beaming Sugar commented. "I love it, thank you Mistress!", she completed while hugging her mistress' naked body.
"Oh and don't call me mistress, it feels... weird, somehow. Just call me Vanessa!"
"Alright, Mis-Vanessa!", a very happy Sugar answered.

Alright, now that that's taken care of - dammit those tits are distracting - there's still the matter of having to be at work in 30 - scratch that, 28 minutes now. Let's see... Shower, clothes, and of course going to work. John and Sugar at her disposal, the latter willing to do anything but not really able to do anything superhuman, the former willing to bend reality, but only if it's to make it sexier.