Imani plays it slow. Isaac's a person, not just a dick and balls.

Imani laid on her bed, wondering how go about this. She had to have his dick. She had to have it fatten her, make her big and soft, supple and massive. She moaned as her hand held her pussy, gently playing with herself while rewatching the video a few more times.

"I know!" She thought, "I'll go to his room and-- no, can't invade his personal space like that."

"What if I try to catch him when he exits, he can't stay in there forever! And then I'll-- no, **** is not sexy."

"Okay what if I-- okay. Stop." Imani set her phone down and clasped her hands. "He's been reclusive, so he must not be proud or excited about .. it." she shivered slightly, "So I'll have to slowly work up his courage." she rubbed her her thumbs together, "He's usually food motivated, Aliyah said she heard him moving around the kitchen last night, but even then, I could easily persuade him to do things with food." Imani tried thinking of what Isaac's favorite food was, but couldn't remember. She pulled her covers over herself and resolved to ask Aliyah in the morning.

"What's Isaac's favorite food?" Imani asked Aliyah with no prompting on their way to work that morning.

"Pizza." Aliyah responded without taking her eyes off her phone

"You just knew that?"

"He's not that complex."

"Hey, that's not fair, lots of people like pizza."

"True, his favorite topping is olives."

"Ugh, really?" Imani grimaced

"I know, I know." Aliyah giggled, "He likes marinara sauce to dip in, and loves cheesy bread as well."

"Well who doesn't."

"Are you going to get him pizza to help him feel better?"

"Yea, he's barely left his room."

Imani excitedly entered the home, moving over towards Isaac's door as Aliyah went into her own room. Imani had been thinking about this all day. She gently knocked on the door, then waited. She knocked a little firmer. The door opened barely, Isaac's face appearing in the crack.

"Yes?" Isaac asked gently

"I was thinking about getting some pizza tonight, what do you think?" Imani asked, putting on her best smile.

"That sounds good, how much will I owe you?" Isaac replied, his features softening as the thought of pizza lowered his guard.

"Nothing, just a treat from me."

"Oh! Thanks" Isaac smiled.

"I'll text you when they're here." Imani replied as Isaac closed his door. She crossed the house and went into her room, wondering now how much to get. If she got a lot, maybe she could tease Isaac by stuffing herself? If she got little, that would give more time to talk him up, get to the root of what's bothering him about his condition.