It felt horny as all hell, but Jim wondered at something. He lifted the shades; his erection was normal. He put them back on; it was one to make porn studs envious. What was truly disoritenting was that even the feel of it depended on his wearing the shades. There was no in-between; if he was not fully aware of his cock as seen through the shades, he was back to normal.
Must help you to see what you'd like to see, Jim figured. He found some Kleenex and, with shades still on, swiftly satisfied his erection. The climax winded him somewhat, shockingly satisfactory.
The shades continued to hum and his crotch continued to tingle slightly, but Jim decided to go out.
It did not take long for Jim to realize that the shades very consistently showed him beautiful, built, superbosomy women about four times out of every five. Again and again, he crosschecked how women looked without the shades and how they looked with them, and time after time a rather plain, ordinary woman with a somewhat frumpy build was reimagined as some lovely busty babe in flattering, teasing clothes.
I don't know how it does it, but this is one way to get some cheap kicks, Jim figured with a secret smile, and he went back home.
Immediately upon his returning, the phone rang. "Hello?" he answered.
"Our monitors indicate that you have tested the glasses," came a cool soft male voice.
Monitors? "So?"
"There is much that needs to be explained to you so as to be properly initiated. Therefore -- "
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