Son of Pump

"Maybe we could go to a park ... ?"

Lucy looks sheepish. "I'm afraid I'm just teasing. Part of the orders. Actually, I'm to take you to headquarters immediately."

"Headquarters" was what appeared on the outside to be a vast and lonely warehouse. Lucy leads the way past electronic security and down a corridor to an office. "He's here."

You step in and recognize veteran starlet Lola Davenport. She is in the company of an up-and-coming big breast model named Sarah-Nicole Reynolds.

"So," muses Lola, a dark-eyed mature busty blonde beauty with a trace of Brooklyn cynicism in her voice. "Like Morrissey sings, you are the son, you are the heir."

"I suppose I am."

"Well, if you're going to be any good at this, you're going to need a lot of training .. but now that you're here, I'd like to check out something else." Lola saunters up to your. "The biggest male star this joint ever had was the sadly departed Pumphrey Biggerstaff. We all just called him Pump. Pump really got around. I don't mean to mess with your mind, but ... I need to check out if Pump was your father."

You freeze in place as Lola brazenly unbuckles and unzips you.

"Whoa!" remarks Lola. "Jackpot! You're the long lost son of Pump, all right!"

"Lola?" Sarah-Nicole draws near, looking very excited. "I think he's even bigger!"

"What a sharp eye you have, my dear, I believe you may be right. Why don't you help me with this anaconda of his?"

Things are definitely turning around for you. Before, you felt resigned to women being scared off by your endowment, but now, two sexy women were showing clear interest in it. They hefted and measured it carefully,

"Sarah-Nicole, you're right, he's even bigger than Pump," Lola decided. "I don't think Pump was ever this heavy, either, or had this much girth."

"Mmm, yes, the girth is awesome!"

"Are, uh ... you ladies done fondling my cock?"

"We're conducting a serious investigation here," claimed Lola, "and we will 'fondle' it for as long as we need to."

"It's just that ... you're both very sexy ... and this feels very stimulating -- "

You need not say anything more. Your erection asserts itself.

"We've simply got to get you into a video," Lola decides on the spot, "and I think Casino is the one to direct it. Wait right here while I get her."

Casino? You vaguely recall a starlet named Casino who went behind the camera. A little awkwardly, you find yourself alone with Sarah-Nicole. "What do YOU think?"

"I don't care about getting you into a video," she gushes. Suddenly and cheerfully she starts pulling all her clothes off and happily backs you towards a large plush couch in the office. "I want to get you into something else -- namely ME!" With that, she pounces on you and topples you back onto the couch.