Ava

You sit in the warm, dimly lit room, wearing only the bathrobe you were told to change into after you paid at the front desk. There's a pleasant smell hanging in the air, and somewhere above you soothing music is playing just at the edge of hearing.

After a few minutes, the door slides open and a woman enters, wearing a robe identical to yours. Of course, she fills it out very differently, given her impressive height and absolutely stacked body--it seems like it might burst open at any moment and reveal her imposing curves. She locks eyes with you and smiles, and it's the most genuine, caring expression you've ever seen.

"Hello. My name is Ava. Are you ready to get started?" She asks.

You walk down the hall towards the interview room, feeling your formal clothing chafing a bit on you as you walk. You had to buy this outfit just for this job interview, and you haven't quite worn it in yet. But this is a huge opportunity, and you're not about to let your wardrobe get in the way of you crushing this interview.

You open the door you were directed to, and see a simple space with a desk and chairs on either side of it, as well as a couch off to one side. Standing on the other side of the desk next to the chair is a woman, but not just any woman. You immediately notice her height, that she stands at least a head taller than you. But more than that, the voluptuous curves of her chest, hips, and, well, everything else draw your eyes as if magnetized. You snap back as quickly as you can, worried that you're already blowing your chance to get this job, but the woman doesn't seem to have noticed your reaction.

She smiles beautifully at you, and gestures to the chair on your side of the desk. "Ah, welcome. My name is Ava, and I'll be interviewing you today. Please, sit down."

You lie motionless on the stone slab where the village elders left you. You aren't sure why you were selected as this year's tribute to the goddess, but clan law is absolute: any young man who is selected must submit himself to Ava, Goddess of Passion. So here you are.

Candles flicker in small wall alcoves within the hewn-stone temple, and the air is warm and scented with sacred perfumes. As you lie on the slab, naked and gently daubed with ritual oils, you become aware of a presence on the other side of the chamber. Out of the candlelit dimness, a female figure emerges. She is tall, curvaceous, draped with diaphanous silks. She speaks, and her voice carries undeniable seductive power.

"Welcome to my temple. I am Ava."

You've been waiting in the doctor's office for a little while now, and you still feel just as self-conscious as when you first came in and told the assistant at the front desk that you were here for help with your 'little problem.' They just smiled and told you to head to examination room number four, and that 'Doctor Ava' would be with you shortly.

Just as you're starting to wonder who this 'Doctor Ava' might be, a woman in cream-colored scrubs under a white doctor's coat gently pushes the door open and steps into the room. Even from your seat on the examination table, you can see that she's tall, easily a head taller than you. Furthermore, she fills out her doctor's clothing in every direction, her imposing curves drawing your eye immediately. Reddening slightly despite yourself, you look away quickly, hoping she didn't notice.

The doctor gives you a warm smile, and you start to feel like everything might be okay, after all. "Welcome. I'm Doctor Ava," she says in a honeyed voice. "Let's get you comfortable, and then we can talk about how I can help you."