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Subject: {ASSM} Bad Wishing:Objectification
Date: Mon, 10 Dec 2001 01:10:03 -0500
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Had to get a new email, so I'm reposting my old works under the new 
addy to get it out.

Now, onto the boring stuff

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DISCLAIMERS

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This story contains scenes of an erotic and/or controversial nature, 
and is not intended for the perusal of minors.  Further if perusal of 
such material is considered illegal in your area or immoral by your 
religion or personal beliefs, you should likewise bypass this story.

This story remains the property of the author.  Permission is granted 
to download, photocopy, copy and repost so long as any such action 
contains these disclaimers, and no attempt is made to profit from 
this story.

All characters in this story are the creation of the author, and any 
resemblance to real persons, alive or dead, are purely coincidental.

This story may contain aspects of fantastic science or magic.  The 
parameters of what this science/magic can accomplish are completely 
at the discretion of me, the author, and, as such, I make no 
apologies for any rules of "real" physics, chemistry, biology, or 
magic that may be broken within the story.

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Now onto the fun stuff

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BAD WISHING 7:OBJECTIFICATION

Van was scum.  He thought of women as nothing more than objects for 
the gratification of his desires.  He even referred to them as "pairs 
of tits", rarely even bothering to learn their names.  As a result, 
women rarely spent any longer than they had to around him, and all 
his sexual encounters had been one night stands, usually by choice of 
the woman.

But Van was running out of women to have sexual encounters with.  His 
reputation was spreading and women were making it clear that they 
weren't going to let him get into their panties.  Of course, to Van 
it was their fault.  Women were just too sensitive.  Didn't they 
understand that god put them on the Earth to be objects of men's lust?

Van walked into his apartment, muttering about the latest woman who 
had told him to take a walk.  He suddenly heard a voice say, "Now, me 
buck-o, you seem to be having a bit of trouble with the ladies. 
Perhaps I could help you."

Van turned and saw a two foot tall man dressed all in green.  "Who 
the hell are you?"

"Patty the Leprechaun, looking to do a little business here.  In 
return for a bit of gold, I could be grantin' ye a wish.  Depending 
upon what you wish for, anything your heart desires could be yours."

"Anything?"

"Depending on the amount of gold you give me.  Bigger wishes and 
better effects require bigger amounts and better quality of the 
precious metal."

"Could I write you a check?  I don't have any gold here."

"Sorry, no checks accepted.  But you've got some gold here 
somewhere."  Patty tapped his nose.  "We leprechauns can smell the 
stuff."

"I don't know where."

"Let's see if we can find it."  Patty walked towards the bedroom, 
sniffing all the way.  When he got there, he went right to the 
dresser and started digging through the bottom drawer.  Finally, he 
pulled out a medal.  "Here we go."

The medal was something Van had won back when he was a senior in high 
school.  The medal was a cheap little thing, gold-plated with cheap 
gold.  Van had trouble believing that the thing was worth anything, 
but if this little man wanted it for magic, why not?

Patty commented, "Not a lot here, but as long as your wish isn't too 
big, it'll earn you a bit o' me magic."

Van said, without thinking much, "I wish I had a pair of tits that 
was just for me.  A pair of tits that would let me stick my dick into 
any hole or between her tits anytime I wanted, and wouldn't give me a 
lot of lip about how I shouldn't treat her like an object."

Patty smiled.  Sometimes dealing with idiots and sleazeballs was just too easy.

************

Ralph looked around at the new releases in the video department of 
the porn store.  Then he saw it.  The newest release from Vanna, the 
animated she-male.  Her adventures were always so raunchy and 
super-sexual.  And the level of animation was incredible.  To all 
appearances, all of Vanna's tapes were of real people.

But of course that was impossible.  A she-male with massive breasts 
and a two-foot dick who was capable of not only fucking her own tits, 
and sucking her own dick, but fucking her own ass?  And the amount of 
tapes being released?  No human would ever suffer that level of 
sexual objectification.

Obviously she wasn't real.
-- 
"This is reality, not T.V.  Can't you tell the difference?"
"Sure.  I just like T.V. better."

J R D
jrdss@pobox.alaska.net

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