Dress To Impress

The next day, alone in your apartment, you slip back into Maxie's clothes as your appointment with Dr. Carvigo nears. Just the feel of the tights sliding over your butt is enough to set your little dick twitching against the fabric again, but you try to restrain yourself - having to explain to your sweet neighbor why the clothes she generously lent you are stained with precum is not something you'd enjoy doing.

Still, you can't resist the urge to take a few selfies before you head out, an impulse you can't remember ever feeling. You angle it down from above so you can smile for the camera with all of your round curves clearly in frame, and with each pic you start to bend a little more, highlighting your assets, your mouth adopting a slutty kissy-face-

Oh no, even that's making you too excited. You don't have the weightiest cargo, but there's no way you're able to smuggle it around with how much this is turning you on. Thinking on your feet, you strap a fanny pack around your front like you've seen women do on Instagram, covering your bulge as tastefully (and tenuously) as you can.

As you stare at the last picture on your phone, you feel a strange impulse to text it to the Doctor - it must be because you're so much more comfortable with your body now, and you want to thank him. Yeah, that must be it... But you decide against it, since you might as well show him in person.

Your head filled with thoughts of the Doctor's approval, you leave your apartment excited, hurrying to the exit-

And the laughter of the boys at the entrance stops you dead.

Of course! They're always hanging out here - why didn't I think cover up?_ _You turn to go back and get a jacket, something, anything, suddenly conscious of how exposed every inch of you is-

"Hey you! Where do you think you're going?" You recognize Davey's taunting voice. He's seen you. There's no getting out of this now.

You approach the circle of them that blocks the entrance, these large bullies who have given you so much hell, and you try to draw on the Doctor's lessons, moving with confidence to brush past them - an attempt on your part that unfortunately means extra swing to your hips with each step-

And to your surprise, the boys whistle in approval, some clapping as they laugh. They... like it? Maybe you're free, maybe they won't bother you-

But out comes Davey's foot to block you again, his body splayed out across the entrance. "I thought we established, there's a toll."

You want to tell him to fuck off, but Davey is built like a tank - he could snap you in half just for blinking at him wrong. So instead you try to be polite - but, like, confidently. You stare deep in his eyes as you calmly reply, "Oh, my mistake. What's the toll this time, Davey?"

A chorus of "ooooo" comes from his goons, though you can't exactly be sure why. Davey licks his lips as he stares back. "A dance."

"Is that all? Easy-" You start into a similar routine as last time, not letting them get to you-

But Davey shakes his head. "Not that kind of dance. This kind." And he sets his legs far part, presenting his lap for your sumptuous ass.

You look at Davey's boys, waiting for them to laugh - but they're all staring at you with that same wolfish smile that Davey has. They're serious.

You gulp. Through Davey's basketball shorts, you can see something move - something heavy and powerful, slowly raising a huge tent as you watching. You feel the fanny pack over your little dick shift slightly as you watch his erection grow, your mouth starting to salivate-

"Eyes up here." Davey waves for your attention as you've been transfixed by his massive cock. "And ass down there."

You might be able to fight him off - but you have an appointment, and the quickest way through would be just to comply... after all, you'd hate to disappoint the Doctor...