Concerns

After getting back from the honeymoon, I spent the actual week of spring break with my original family. Life slowed down as March turned to April (relatively). Sharon left her job to be homemaker again (but this time a super efficient penny pinching one; I've never seen anyone get so much value out of money, nor someone try so hard to do so when she didn't have to). I took this opportunity to revisit making a person; I spent a week carefully crafting my new assistant. Most of that was spent on the core personality: willing to do whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted, taking my orders but not a blind **** (I had done the slow seduction thing, I didn't need it again), got along perfectly with other people in the office. Rather then trying to come up with a personality wholesale, I borrowed bits from all over, using characters from stories, famous people, etc,. If I wanted her to, Wendy could make up the most inspiring speech, write the best screenplay, Direct the most dirty porn, or anything else as needed. But my masterstroke was when I decided to randomize her, so every day when I came in I had a different hot assistant, with a different hot body and a different (aside from those core features) personality. One day a tall black dominatrix in full leather gear (although she only dominated others in the office, but I dominated her) a petite catholic school girl in either a realistic or parody uniform, a naked redhead sitting at a desk in full view of the whole office, a brunette with tits literally so big she couldn't leave her desk for the day. I varied how much people reacted to her too, from not noticing anything to having her free-to-use for the whole office (I made sure all out work still got done even when the whole office was taking turns with her all day). I even threw in the occasional slut roulette, with her changing randomly based on various conditions throughout the day (maybe as I fucked her, maybe when anyone snapped their fingers, maybe when she went through doorways, one time based on when Jason in accounting had a drink of coffee). This helped keep me interested in work (when I went in at all; some days I did other stuff around town or teleported myself to destinations, such as visiting Tokyo one day to have my way with the local maid cafes).

I still also actually worked sometimes, when I felt like it. In particular, I would pitch in when Michelle needed help, as I still felt a responsibility to the company even if I was arranging for us to be doing better than we ever had before. I actually had to tone things down a little as at one point we had almost monopolized the advertising business in the area, which would have been too much. We were moving to a new building (I got a giant office fully equipped with anything I might want to play around with with Wendy, not that anyone cared) because we had grown so large. Everyone was doing well, which I was happy about. Michelle had just bought a new house, everybody had upgraded their cars. Charlie was bugging me to buy a new house as well, though of course I didn't want to move (we had a conversation about it as I railed Beth over the dining room table, explaining that I didn't want to move away from my best friend and fuckslut; Charlie acknowledged that having easy access to fucking Beth whenever I wanted was a great reason to stay for me, but she felt like she didn't get anything out of it). Beth helped settle this by suggesting we improve the house we had, then everyone would win (she did this after coming down from a quaking orgasm resulting from my fucking her super hard during a particularly heated exchange between Charlie and I). I thus won reprieve by having our basement expanded which added a new family room and a play area with a pool table, etc., and adding a rear deck to the house and a bigger garden (my back yard now had more area than my total property had had before), which made her very happy (I did this over an extended period, though using my powers and not workmen because that would be a hassle, since I knew doing it all at once would miss the point). Charlie also got a new car as part of the deal. Sarah was pushing me to get her her own car too, but on that we both put our feet down, telling her to get a part time job and earn it (though we were planning to help if we saw she was serious; I don't raise slackers).

On one particular Tuesday, having just come out of a meeting about the new office I had felt like attending (although having done so while having Wendy, today the tiniest little virgin Asian 18 year old fetish school girl, riding me the while time in my chair), one might almost say I was a bit smug. The one annoying thing not going well in my life was that I was concerned about Beth. Beth was my best friend and the only one with full knowledge about my abilities (excluding Wendy, but she was made up and made no demands of me, and Natalie, but she only had a vague I idea I could do stuff). After what happened with Mike, I had volunteered to help her out with my abilities, and she had taken me up on it. But maybe a little too much. First, her house was now filled with new things; she had had me get rid of lots of things and practically reinvent most of the inside of the house (Melissa's things were the basically the only old items remaining). She was also getting into kinkier and kinkier things with me sexually; I had already mentioned that we were loving involving Charlie as a spectator (with various levels of awareness), but once the ass fuck barrier had been broken, Beth went a bit wild, and we did things like have orgies with movie stars, randomly starting fuck parties in the mall, having an orgy with each other (that is, I duplicated both of us a bunch and we all fucked ourselves in various ways; this caused a huge headache and confusion after I combined all of our copies and we got several sets of memories from all the various incarnations of ourselves dumped into our heads, so we swore off that one), I would 'slut roulette' the both of us, having us shape shifting all over as we fucked, fucking on the local news broadcast (I made sure no kids were watching). And of course once I had made Wendy, I gave Beth access to her outside of work (Wendy technically didn't exist outside of work, but I let Beth summon her whenever she wanted to; Beth loved getting a random girl whenever she wanted to lez out). And it wasn't just stuff enabled by my powers; Beth was willing to try any position or almost any activity (certain things squicked both of us out; I won't say what but you can guess). I was worried because, while of course I was no slouch on the sex whenever I wanted myself, I did other things too between sexcapades (or leading into sexcapades), but Beth was basically all sex except when at work (she became a nurse to help people and didn't intent to stop).

It was after we had had sex (normally this time), and we got into one of our long, laughing conversations we would have after or between fucks, that I brought up my concerns. Aside from work and me and Melissa (who might be going away to college soon, depending on where she got accepted), she had basically become a hermit after Mike left. She pointed out that she also hung around with Charlie; they had become better friends than before, although as I pointed out this was mostly because she was often around to see me and a good amount of the time she spent with her was when she was also fucking with me. This turned into a discussion about my vanished sex-life with Charlie; she continued to be puzzled about why I didn't just change her. "Look, you've got lots of alternatives," she was telling me. "If you want her to stay the same person you could just make her like sex, or you could pull out a younger version of her like we sometimes do, or..." I shook my head. I was actually a little concerned with how casually Beth's first thought was to focus on my sexual relationship with her. That might be how things worked in my other marriage, but my marriage with Charlie was different. "She's your friend, too" I pointed out. "Do you want me changing your friend?" She conceded the point, knowing that I wasn't going to yield on it. "You know, darling, I love you dearly, but you really are a terrible prude in some odd ways," She commented. I tried to veer the conversation back to her maybe getting out and doing some things not related to me or sex, but had no luck.