More data, for science

"Okay, let's try without pictures of your wife, so we can be sure it's your preference for larger breasts and a butt, and it's not something else about the photo of your wife," Lynn continued. That made sense. She put down my phone, closing the photos app, and slipped it back in my pocket. Holding my phone in my pocket with her hand, she said, "Don't worry if you get aroused, John. It's perfectly natural in this context, and I'm your therapist, so it's okay." I hadn't been too nervous before, but I was glad that it was natural and that I didn't have to be. "Really, to make sure that we're getting the right answers, you should be aroused." I nodded, and felt my arousal begin to grow while looking at the picture on her phone. My growing dick brushed her hand through the fabric of my pocket. "Very good," she said. "Let's bring this out so we can see how you respond," and unzipped my pants and took my hardening dick out.

"Now, which photo has a woman with larger breasts and a larger butt: the first," she said, holding my dick and showing me the same naked woman, "or the second?" she said, slowly stroking my dick and showing me a more voluptuous woman stroking off a man.

Lynn's hand felt exquisite as she mirrored the photo, stroking up and down. "The second woman has larger breasts and a larger butt," I said, obviously. Lynn smiled. "And which makes you more aroused, the first —" she went back to the first photo and stopped stroking — "or the second?" She swiped back to the voluptuous woman and resumed stroking, and I felt much more aroused as her hand traveled up and down my shaft. "The second," I said.

"Well, it seems like we're getting somewhere. Now let's try one more." She opened a new tab and searched for something again. I enjoyed this; it was like going to the optometrist where they ask you which lens makes you see better. And Lynn's hand felt good, and I wasn't worried about it.

"Now, which one has the largest breasts and butt, the first —" she showed me the voluptuous woman stroking the man, and stroked my shaft slowly — "or the second?" She switched to a tab that showed what could only be described as a fat woman, giving a blowjob. Lynn's hand suddenly slipped down to fondle my balls, and then resumed stroking at a faster pace.

The second woman had larger everything, obviously.

"And which makes you more aroused, the first —" she switched back, and slowed the pace of her stroking — "or the second?" As she switched back to the fat woman, she began stroking faster again.

I felt conflicted. I wanted to say the second, since that would show we'd solved the question. Each time we'd solved it before, it felt so satisfying. And I did feel aroused looking at the photo as Lynn stroked me. But I also knew that the fat woman just wasn't that attractive. For the first time since I'd gone under, I began to feel nervous. I explained everything to Lynn.

"Hmm," she said quizzically, and looked at me with empathy for my situation. I was glad she was there to help me. She got down on the floor in front of me and looked into my eyes. "I think I understand. It can be confusing, can't it?" she asked, and I nodded. "You know you like larger breasts and butts," she continued, and I kept nodding, "and you _want_ to like the second picture more, don't you?" I nodded. I did want to. "Well, since you want to," she said, "and since you like larger breasts and butts, the next time I ask you which you like better, you _will_ like the second one better." That last sentence sounded a bit more commanding again, but it was okay. I wanted to like the second one better.

"Now, let's try this again. The first —" she began stroking me slowly again — "or the second?" And with that, Lynn lowered her head and began to blow me.

My arousal shot through the roof. "The second," I said, happily. We'd gotten it. Lynn had gone above and beyond to help me. She smiled, and pulled her head away from my dick, still stroking it. "Very good," she said, smiling. I felt at ease.

"Now, let's try one more time, without any stimulation, just to make sure." She got back in her chair and held up her phone, without touching me. "The first —" she said, swiping to the voluptuous woman. I felt aroused, but less so. "Or the second?" She swiped back to the fat woman. And, surprisingly, I felt much more aroused, even without any extra stimulation from Lynn. Something had changed! Before I had only wanted to like the second one more; now, I really _did_ like the second one more. Her round boobs were so large, her fat ass seemed so perfect. "The second," I said, pleased with myself.

Lynn smiled. "Alright, and just to finish up —" she took my phone out of my pocket — "first, or second?" The first was the naughty photo of my wife, the second was the original busty woman.

"Second," I said.

"Good. Now first" — she showed the busty woman again — "or second?" She showed my pregnant wife.

"Second," I said, assuredly.

"And first or second?" she said, swiping between the voluptuous woman and the fat woman. "Second," I said again.

Lynn smiled. "And now, first —" she held up the picture of my pregnant wife — "or second?" She held up the picture of the fat woman giving a blowjob.

I stuttered for a second. "Don't worry," Lynn said, "Everything in here is our secret." I nodded. "The second," I admitted. Her boobs were much bigger, and her butt was much bigger; I couldn't help myself. The fat woman was hotter. Lynn smiled. "Our secret," she repeated, and winked. I felt relieved.