The Perfect Girlfriend

My name is Zac West. My hair blond, eyes blue, my age is in in the late twenties. My height is just under six feet, with a somewhat slender physique. I am fairly succesful man who is uncertain of what his job description is. Currently a seem to tell employees were to go, in addition to attending the occasional buisness meeting (which provide me with just enough information with wich to impress the occasional client I happen to meet).

My position does provide me with a rather nice office. It is divided in to two parts, the outer part where my secretary works and the inner portion where I have my desk computer and lounging couch. My life revolved around a simple, easy and rather boring routine.

"Excuse me, Mr. West," my secretary stuck her head in. Mrs. Linda Hunt was a rather attractive, if a bit plump, 30 something mother of two. "Your appointment is here."

"Send them in." I was expecting a new intern who had been directed to me for placement. In walked a very young blonde. She didn't look like she could be much older than eightteen. Her attire did little to flatter her slender figure, her white button up shirt concealed what little breasts she had and her black skirt fell to mid thigh.

"Good morning, Mr West. I'm Jem Stone," Her voice was fairly pleasent as she handed me an envelope. "I was told you needed to read this, before we got started."
This was the first time in quite sometime something had broken my routine. So I was a little puzzled as I read the letter.

"Mr West, we are pleased to inform you that you have been randomly selected to test our new Perfect Companion. Your Companion, 'Jem Stone', is a bioenginered simulacra of a human female. She is a fully functional replica of the human body, with no sexual preference, and has been programed to respond to, and obey, any of your commands." I stopped here to look at Jem. This had to be some kind of prank, right?

"Do you know what this letter is about Ms. Stone?"

"Yes, sir."

"Including the part wher it mentions you have to do whatever I say?"

"Yes sir."

"So if I were to ask you to show me your breasts?" Long fingers quickly undid buttons and she slid her shirt half down her arms revealing her small, perky, teen tits. They were barely two mouthfuls but they were there. if this was a prank than Jem Stone was in on it. I started reading again.

"Additionally your Compainion is capable of altering her apperance to your desire. This is limited by the fact that your she must retain the basic template of a human female, i.e. breasts, vagina, bipedal, too arms, legs, must be retained. However the presence of hair, fur, scales, a tale or tails are possible.

The changes can also extend to clothing and will modify existing clothing to fit your companion. Finally your Companion generates a field that will cause any unusual behavior or changes in apperance to go unnoticed, and the commands that cause them, unless an individual is directly affected by such behavior or changes.

We will be monitoring your Companion to evalutate her preformance and to determine wither to continue production.
Y.E. Godtz Unlimited."

If it was a prank, it was one hell of a prank. I looked at Jem, smileing with her tits hanging out. She looked fine, I just wished her tits were a bit bigger. By now there was no other option but to try.

"Jem, can you make your breasts bigger." And it happened. Her chest swelled, filling out into the perfect handfuls I hand been envisioning. "This isnt a prank."

"No sir." Jem cupped her new chest weighing her tits, "Is there anything I can do for you?"

"First, call me Zac," I think weighing my options,"And second...