In the beginning, God made man. He stood back and admired his creation, thinking to himself, "Hey, that ain't half bad for a first try."
Buzz, as God named the first man to breathe his good clean air, was truly a magnificent specimen. Standing right at six feet tall, he seemed the perfect height to occupy his place in God's ultimate plan for the beginning of which the Lord believed would be the perfect species to dominate his newly created Earth.
It soon became apparent though, at least to God Almighty, that Buzz seemed somehow preoccupied as if something was amiss. Buzz did not care to roam the land and enjoy the other wonders that the All Knowing One had created. He stayed alone; preferring his own company to that of the magnificent newly created wonderland at his disposal.
This truly did not conform to God's plan for his greatest accomplishment and soon became concerned for the welfare of the planet. He watched Buzz day and night hoping to see a change that might signal his worry was for naught.
Buzz however, being a typical man, was perfectly content to amuse himself with the wonders of the body that God had bestowed upon him. His magnificently formed thirty-six double D boobs gave him an overwhelming urge to touch himself. He marveled at the way his nipples stood and seemed to beg for attention each time that he caressed them. The sensitive formation around the nipple also fascinated Buzz. He loved the way it became somehow darker and wrinkled with small bumps scattered randomly around the structure.
Each time Buzz looked down to see his boobs, it became natural to fondle them. He spent hours each day touching and enjoying the spongy accessories that seemed to have no other function than to give him pleasure. Buzz indeed, loved and admired his breasts; they were his favorite and only pastime.
Early one morning, not long after Buzz was awakened, he began his daily ritual of tweaking his own nipples. Soon he felt an amazing sensation deep in his body. A tingling if you will. A strange but wonderful presence emitted from the triangular patch of hair between his legs. Buzz was confused at this new feeling and put his hand down there.
As he rubbed the now wet spot, he couldn't contain himself from the pleasure he now felt from his own touch upon the crease between his legs. The slit was oozing a clear viscous liquid and the more he rubbed the spot the wetter it became. Buzz was soon inflamed with desire and as he explored the gash between his thighs he discovered a magical new protrusion, a small bump above the wet opening.
He flicked at the spot and flinched. He flicked again and his asshole puckered. Buzz flicked several times and now his whole body constricted as if it would explode. The magical appendage was small in comparison to the points at the tip of his massive tits. As he looked down however, the two seemed to be connected somehow. His nipples were stiff and swollen and grew with each touch of the magical spot.
With one hand attending to his oozing gash and the other titillating his stupendous jugs, Buzz's legs began to shake and quiver until he could hardly stand it. His world went dark for a moment and as he began to wonder if he was still alive, he felt the pure joy and peacefulness of his orgasmic afterglow.
Buzz liked what he had just experienced, he liked it so much in fact, he did it again right away. Buzz couldn't have been happier, what more could a man want than his own pussy and a great set of hooters that he could call his own and what's more, they were at his disposal every minute of the day.
God had been watching of course and wasn't too pleased with Buzz. This wasn't the way he had envisioned his greatest creation. Unh uh, this wasn't the way he planned it at all. So while Buzz buffed his beaver, God went to work on a new strategy.
The Almighty worked all night while Buzz blissfully slept. He had carved and shaped a new being somewhat different than Buzz, a new and improved model that would have a different view than Buzz and different parts that's for damn sure.
When the sun rose the next morning, Buzz stretched and yawned. He recalled the wonderful discovery from the previous day and slid his hand down between his legs to see if things would feel the same today. Oh! They did and Buzz lay back on the grass and spread his legs apart as wide as he could. He leisurely fingered his dripping honey pot and tasted the juices for the first time, "Mmm," he thought, "Today is gonna be good."
"You're fucking disgusting," a voice assaulted Buzz's ears.
Buzz opened his eyes to see who was talking. Standing over his prone body was someone Buzz had never seen before, "Who and what the hell are you?" he asked in surprise.
"I'm Freda and I'm a woman. The creator sent me here to be a companion to you but I can see already that's not going to happen," she forcefully stated.
Buzz examined the so-called companion and couldn't help but ask, "What on earth is that 'thing' between your legs and what does it do?"
Freda looked down over her flat chest and held the flaccid object up for inspection, "Probably a design flaw or a mold mark, I'm sure it's useless what ever it's called."
Buzz closed his eyes and began to shuck his oyster again. He hoped that if he ignored the wo-man, it would simply disapear... Not hardly.
"Do you have to do that with me watching?" Freda hissed.
"Then don't watch, you cunt," Buzz shot back.
