What else?

Joy smiled. "Would you like me to help you with your objet? She or I can both help you get the most from your experience."

Never breaking eye contact with the girl, Charles answered in the negative. Joy nodded politely and excused herself, leaving Charles and the young objet alone. He wasn't sure how to start so he began with the basics.

"Uh, what's your name?"

She smiled at him and brushed a strand of hair out of her face. "What would you like to call me?"

He wasn't sure, and he told her so. She chuckled flirtatiously and made a suggestion.

"How about Jasmine? I think it's a very pretty name."

"Sure, Jasmine. So, um, what do you want to do?" Charles was feeling more and more intimidated now that he was actually here.

Sensing this, Jasmine sat down beside him and put his arm around her waist. "All I want is what you want, Mr. Sorbonne. Do you like that name, or would you like me to call you someone else?"

Charles was hornier than he'd been in years and it was making it hard to think. His eyes kept wandering down to her cleavage and he realized something.

"Wait," he said haltingly. "You weren't wearing this when you came in."

She began to softly rub his chest as she responded. "I wasn't," she said simply. "My top has become lower-cut because you like cleavage. I've become taller and more full-figured than I was when I walked in because that's your preference. You don't have to tell me what you want; my body responds automatically. Right now you want someone to explain this to you, so I'm explaining it. Among other things, of course." She was now stroking his shaft through the thin fabric of his trousers. He shuddered with a sudden burst of pleasure.

"So it's not just your personality or whatever? How the hell does that even work? Are you-"

She put a finger to his lips softly. She took his hand and placed it between her breasts. He could feel her heart beat slowly and steadily in her chest.

"Mr. Sorbonne, you don't need to know how or why this works. Just enjoy it. I'm able to pick up on the changes you're making and you have excellent taste, if I do say so myself. Let me show you something."

She stood up and slowly, seductively removed her yoga pants. Without any panties, he could see her untrimmed bush and her perfect ass. It was the latter that she called his attention to.

"Have you ever seen an ass this perfect? Of course you haven't, because this ass was created by your desire. It's exactly what you want in an ass. These tits, this face, this personality are all based on exactly what you want."

His erection was almost painful now. Jasmine immediately began removing his pants as she continued.

"I can be tall or short, passive or assertive, timid or bold for you. My gender, physiology, and mind will all adapt to fit you like a-ahh!- glove."

On the word glove she had lowered herself onto him. Her tight, wet pussy was molded perfectly to fit him and before Charles had a chance to react he found himself gushing into her. As he shuddered and twitched, she smiled and opened her arms wide as if to embrace his cum. When he finally fell back onto the bed, she continued.

"Now that we've taken care of your immediate needs - for now - why don't you start fantasizing? After all, I'm here for you."