Ah, once again we must read between the lines and talk to the true witnesses of a tale to get the full and detailed story. As we learned before, Gulliver's travels to Lilliput became an ecstatic success as the local working ladies worked their liberties on the most enormous cock they had even seen in their lives. They dallied much to Gulliver's chagrin initially, but soon he came to appreciate the naked women embracing and stroking his erection until he flooded them with his hot essence. The brothel these women came from soon struck a deal with Gulliver to produce their "special hand cream." It was a beneficial deal for both parties as the brothel got rich from the sale of his essence and he got the most perverse little hand and body jobs he could imagine.
Yes, and while this wonderful arrangement was more than Gulliver had ever imagined, he was destined to experience stranger and even more perverse pleasures in his travels. For indeed, the time came for Gulliver to leave Lilliput and many of the women wept, some because they knew their supply of hand cream would not be replenished, while others wept over the loss of the biggest cock they would ever touch. Of course you'll not read this in any book of Lilliput, the only way you can possibly learn the detail is to read Willomena (Willie) Bank's unpublished journals to learn the true history.
Upon returning home, Gulliver's wandering heart soon led him on another journey, but once again, he soon found himself separated from his ship in a terrible storm and washed ashore in a strange place. While his adventures in this strange place called Brobdingnag, were chronicled, the true stories were not always told. No one has claimed to have written the true account of his travels, these journals remained anonymous for all these many years, and while the claims of an anonymous source may be doubted, the stories within were corroborated with numerous tidbits of information from many official sources. These tidbits were so numerous to rule out any possibility of coincidence, so it is with great confidence that I relate the journal's account of the next chapter in The Seduction of Gulliver.
It took some effort to avail myself of the visitor who calls himself Gulliver, a character of such odd proportion was obviously in great demand from scholars to traveling circuses. Of course he had made a royal circuit, visiting the great leaders of Brobdingnag before finding himself visiting the local universities. Fortunately I am a most generous contributor to Lorbrulgrud University, so my request of a private audience with the man was immediately, if grudgingly granted.
The scientists at the university had poked and prodded him and the psychologists had theorized with him, so I had little to add to the intellectual study of him, but as a woman of heightened needs, my interests were a little more basic. One of the kind professors delivered him to me, gently placing him on my dressing table, where, with the help of my magnifying glass, I was able to look him over closely, while generally conversing with him. He proved to be a charming man with great wit and ample flattery, though it wasn't long before I tired of the aimless chatting and unbuttoned my bodice to expose both my breasts to the tiny man.
