Romance?

"Do you really?" she asked excitedly, her face lighting up. "You probably think girls my age are stupid and immature, but I think if you get to know me you'll find that's not true," she continued, moving a bit closer, leaning into me so her breasts were pressed lightly into my arm.

"I don't think you're immature at all," I answered gallantly, enjoying the sensation of her on my arm. She subtlety rubbed up and down just a bit.

"Really?" she asked. She placed her hand on top of mine, which was resting on the upper part of my thigh. "I think we could become very special to one another, if we gave ourselves the chance," she said, breathily.

Her dialog was straight out of the romance novels (I think she had mentioned those were her favorite reading material, but I had been too busy morphing her body every which way to pay much attention to that bit). Despite how corny it was, I was having a great time, effectively watching her perform the part of the besotted teenager for me. Although if this went on too long, I knew I would get bored, so I leaned slightly toward her and we kissed softly, just lips. I didn't want to push things too far too fast; the whole point of getting her instead of just making someone up was for things to be 'real', or at least as real as they could be given I was making her like me.

"Oh, Tom," she sighed as our lips parted and she put her head on my shoulder, "I fell in love with you the minute I saw you. I was hoping you felt that way toward me," she said, breathing hard, her face flushed. I turned her face toward me and kissed her again, and she opened her mouth and allowed me to french kiss her this time. She sighed as she broke away, then turned to kissing my neck and licking at my ears. Her free hand began rubbing my penis through my pants, which was of course rock hard after all of this. She felt up and down, and I am pretty sure I sensed a slight hitch in her breath; I wasn't huge but I wasn't small either, and this would be her first time feeling a dick (with her new history, at least). She took her tongue out of my ear to softly say "Tom, I know you're going to think I'm a slut, doing this with a guy I've just met. I've never done this sort of thing before, but I've never felt this way about anybody."

I knew this was all basically made up as a result of Power's changes, but I was still loving this. "I love you too, Lisa," I replied, figuring that was my part in this. I don't think it sounded too sincere, but Power was making sure nothing was going to go wrong, so I doubt she noticed. She sighed deeply and leaned back against the cushions, her breasts high in the air as she spread her legs and arched her back, in a posture that said 'take me' loud and clear.

I leaned forward and kissed her, reaching up and grabbing her breasts with both hands. They were bigger than I had thought from my brief feel before (having told Power to put them back to whatever her original size was after I was done playing around), but firm. I wasn't particularly gentle with her; I'd been thinking about sex since I had seen her in the store, and playing around with her body on the way back had ramped me up even further, so I was pretty horny. I just wanted to fuck without a lot of preliminaries. I felt a little guilty about that; I'm not a terribly selfish lover usually (or at least so my wife tells me), but it she seemed just as eager as I was (of course). She was breathing hard, one hand continuing to massage my cock through my pants with renewed urgency and the other wandering over my body. I felt a brief pang of worry, as I was not in great shape, but dismissed that since it wouldn't matter.

I squeezed her breasts harder, then gripped and jerked hard, ripping her shirt right off her. This should have been difficult, but it tore like tissue paper on a present, just like I wanted it to. She then let go of me for a second and reached up and tore off her own bra, throwing the scarps off to the side, the **** of her motions making her boobs bounce enticingly as they came free. This set loose two of the biggest and firmest tits I've ever seen outside of porn; much bigger than my wife's. Turns out the bra was either really tight or minimizing; I'm no expert on bra sizes, but she was at least a high C, maybe D, with very little sag. She had the cutest little nipples, which were hard as rocks. She reached up and rubbed her tits, flicking her nipples and shivering slightly as she did. They looked sensitive.

"I figure most guys really like my boobs, based on how much I catch them staring at my chest," she said in classic understatement. "I really hope you like them too."

"They are awesome," I said somewhat stupidly, and then I proved it by taking them back into my hand, squeezing them gently, then leaning down and clasping my mouth firmly on the right one. I sucked hard and she yelped in delight, shivering uncontrollably with pleasure. Then I switched to the left one, meanwhile letting go with my right and moving down to undo her jeans. She leaned back to let me get at the button and zipper, then lifted her ass to help me pull them down. Before I did, I reached up and ran my fingers across the soaked crotch of her panties, applying light pressure. She squirmed a bit, her hand moving from my dick to her pants, trying to move them down. She was in as big a hurry as I was. As soon as her pants were off I pulled back and ran my hands down her long, strong legs, then back up to the crotch of her panties.

"You're ready, aren't you?" I said.

"Totally ready," she answered, and she grabbed my jeans, somehow (blame Power) pulling them straight off me, taking my underwear with them in shreds, leaving my cock to spring out at her, hard and straight. She grabbed it and, shifting portion so fast I could barely track her movement, had it in her mouth in one motion. She sucked hard, though not expertly (my own fault for removing her experience), and played with my balls with one hand, while she fondled my ass with the other. It wasn't the worst blowjob I've ever had (the few I had gotten from my wife were worse, since she doesn't like doing it), but I wasn't interested in blowjobs at the moment. While she went down on me like a woman possessed, I pulled my shirt off, tossing it to the side with the rest of the clothing and shredded remnants of clothing. Shirt doffed, I pushed her back firmly off my dick and back onto the couch, spreading her legs open. She opened them wide without resistance, and I looked down at her small, tight pussy. It was framed in a neatly trimmed bush, obviously prepared for a summer of fairly scanty bikinis, but I thought for a second I didn't really like that, and instantly it was bare and enticing.

"Fuck me, Tom," she said huskily.

Based on "My Reward" by Azil