Pinocchio had been a real man for five years. He'd met a woman, gotten married. But, like a real man, he became bored and greedy. So he was back at Pleasure Island again.
Adelina sat at the bar of the pool hall.
"You've been hitting on girls all night, haven't you?" she asked when Pinocchio approached.
"No." His nose grew.
Adelina was intrigued. She liked a guy who could stimulate her clit with her nose.
"You good at licking pussy?"
A naughty smile. "Yes." His nose didn't grow.
"Alright, sit," she said. "By the way, you aren't married, are you?"