She's waiting for you

The lobby of Pearson's Perfections is nothing short of decadent. Stepping onto the marbled tiles, you marvel at the ultra-modern interior. It looks like something out of a sci-fi movie, and not the Mad Max kind either; it seems like every surface is bright, reflective, or transparent.

As you and Michael wander inside, a sweet voice calls out from the side of the room. "Welcome to paradise, boys!" Looking over, you see a curvy, topless woman sitting behind an equally curvy counter. "Are you here for an existing client? Or just an orgasm?"

Mike walks over to her, and leans over the countertop. Groping at her exposed tits with one hand, he kisses her full on the mouth. You still find it funny every time you see one of the side-effects of this whole 'free use' thing; greeting a stranger of the opposite sex can get pretty damn intimate here, even by European standards.

"Hey there," your friend says, giving the receptionist's nipple a final tweak. "I'm here for April Summer."

"Oh, April! What a nice lady...she just got out of surgery. I didn't know how long you'd be, so I sent her to the lounge. Go down the hall and take the first right, you can't miss it." She lets out a small giggle. "Or her, for that matter. Wow."

You and your friend thank her, then head for the waiting room. You pass a few employees on your way there; some are doctors in the classic white lab coats, while others are nurses in skimpy white outfits. They're more lingerie than uniform, barely covering their nipples and slits, allowing a glimpse here and there. With employees like this wandering around, you feel slightly more at home in your nude state.

In a matter of moments, you're standing outside the lounge. Brimming with anticipation, you and Michael stand side by side and peer through the glass door. A voluptuous Hispanic nurse is sitting on a couch, chatting with...with...

Well, she's not the April you know.

The woman sitting on the couch is pop-culture sexuality personified. Her flowing, shoulder-length hair is an even shinier platinum blonde than before. Her lips are fat and pink, always remaining slightly parted even when she isn't talking. Her curves are pushing the boundaries of what's physically possible, a skinny waist sitting atop her big round bubble butt. The main event, however, is clearly her enhanced rack. If Doctor Pearson is an artist, which you're beginning to think he is, then April's new breasts are his masterpiece. "Bigger than her head" would be an understatement: each smooth, round globe must be pushing a foot in diameter. By their looks they must be incredibly heavy, but they aren't sagging under the weight, and neither is April: she must have had some muscle work done as well. You've seen massive breasts in porn before, but these are something else, without the veiney, plasticey, asymmetrical appearance that characterizes most giant tits. Quite the opposite, they look supple and yielding, bouncing slightly as she talks and laughs with the nurse. The nipples catch your attention as well; while they're obviously bigger than they were before, they also have a bit of an 'inny' look, which seems deliberate. You can't help but wonder what the doctor had in mind there, but you're sure you'll find out soon.

Picking your jaw up off the floor, you share a mischievous look with Mike before putting your hand on the door. A woman with the body of the cartoon and the mind of your friend's mother is sitting just a few steps away...this is gonna be fun.