Q Who?

Frank was 18 and loved watching Star Trek TNG. His favourite episodes were those that involved Q.
He loved the idea of being able to change anything or make anything happen. He imagined
himself surounded by big chested girls and having them suck and fuck his superhuman cock.

It was Friday and Spike TV was having a TNG marathon. Frank settled on the couch with pizza
and beer and got ready for an evenings entertainment.

Frank had been watching for hours and the empties lay all around him.
Out of the corner of his eye he sees a flash that fills the room.
Standing before him is the hottest women he's seen in his life.
Long black wavey hair, big and natural tits and these hynotic piercing blue eyes.

"You have some interesting fantasys terran" She said in a soft sexy voice.
"Like this form, you seem to find it stimulating"
Frank stared and rubbed his eyes. "Ummm who are you?"
"That is hard to explain. The best answer I can give you is Q"
"What? Q from Star Trek? But that's fiction!"
"That's what called me here. These stories are so close to our existance. There must be one of us
making the stories"