photo binder

Sweetly smiling Nurse Angela leaves you alone in the office of Dr. Jericho "Jeri" Jackson. Jeri is looking through some large book and smiles up at you.

"Please, have a seat! It's a good thing you turn eighteen today, because we already have a lot of interest in you. I'm afraid to admit it, but the biggest studs we've had up till now measure eight inches, and they don't have that much girth either. There isn't one female client who doesn't go through our files and linger long and give you a long hard look. What can I say -- you stand out from the rest, you're in your own size class. So there's been a lot of interest, although unfortunately very few want to have your baby, they're mainly just looking to, as we phrase it around here, 'experience' you. In fact, I took the liberty of compiling this photo binder of many of the women who are interested in you. Here."

She hands you the large book and you flip through it. You are quite impressed by the sheer hotness of so many of the women, as well as the full extent of "boudoir photography" they're willing to go to.

Jeri comes around and sits on the desk, looking into the binder as you read. "You are of course free to choose, but I would be very interested ... " She reaches into the binder and flips to the pages she wants. " ... this client."

The client is very nice, all right. She is one sweet lovely petite Asian, although endowed with clearly augmented breasts. She has the body of a serious sexual fantasy come true, and yet there is a stubborn shyness to her eyes and smile.

"I think she has a love-hate relationship with you, or perhaps love-fear. The first time I showed her your nude shots, this woman actually shuddered in horror and pushed the pictures away as if they were somehow threatening her. And yet, I can tell she's obsessed with you. She keeps claiming to want to see all the clients, but she always winds up lingering on you, you and your ... endowment. She keeps asking me how it's even possible that you could fit inside a woman. I keep assuring her it's possible, she keeps disbelieving me anyway, she says she needs to consider someone other than you -- and yet we always come back to you, over and over and over. And I get calls from her to, she tells me 'I've been thinking about, you know ... that man' in this very scared worried little voice of hers. Anyhow, she finally said she might just like to meet with you and ... look at it, myabe even hold it. She insists nothing else is possible ... but I figure, you two are consenting adults, and it's her money and her call. Her name is Mimi. So what do you think?"