Once a ghost of a man, haunted by the inadequacy that had defined my entire existence, I underwent a radical medical procedure that transformed my little shrimp into an anaconda.
Now my monstrous appendage gives me the confident assertive energy to claim what I desire—and it turns every woman I meet into a desperate, trembling worshipper.
I sent a lonely housewife back to her husband as blown-out leftovers, her mind shattered and body forever marked by my presence.
I reduced my cold, clinical therapist to a gaped, quivering mess, splayed across her desk like a broken doll.
No longer invisible, not even just a man—I'm a living god of lust, and they all fall at my feet, begging to be ruined.
