Further changes

Dr. Carvigo fixes you with a studying eye, and you feel yourself completely exposed to his judgment as you look up, still leaning against the warm slab of his torso. Your nose twitches at the scene of his rich cologne, and for a moment you feel small, helpless...

And he smiles at you. "Of course it isn't ruined. Confidence isn't about one thing - if you put all your self-worth into one part of yourself, it isn't about you as a total package. And you have so much to be confident about."

"I do?" The words come out as a breathy squeal, you're so pleased at the compliment. "I mean, I... oh." Your attempt to drop down an octave is cut short as Dr. Carvigo places a hand along the small of your back and gently guides you behind his desk, the hair on the back of your neck standing on end like his touch is electric.

He sits in his armchair and opens a laptop as you stand patiently by for his next instruction, his head still somehow taller than you even sitting down.

"Please, sit." At his command, your eyes dart to your usual chair across the desk- "No, no, here." He pats the arm of the chair with authority, rubbing his palm across it in tender, hypnotic circles.

"Thank you, Dr. Carvigo." You smile as you sit next to him, wriggling closer so your plump ass hangs as precipitously as possible over the thick trunks of his thighs.

"Adrian." He says, a finger tracing delicately up the back of your spine like he's zipping up a dressing gown. You sit up ramrod straight, a pleased sigh trickling out of your lips "Call me Adrian."

"Oh yes Adrian, of course," you purr, utterly lost in the moment.

"Now, observe." The disappointment as his touch leaves you is replaced by rapt attention as he directs you to look at the screen. It's an Instagram feed, full of beautiful women, all shapes and sizes, but unified in how uniquely gorgeous each is. Tall, short, thick, thin, muscular, a mosaic of selfies each more provocative than the last. "What separates you from these women?"

You look for an answer in his face. "Because I'm a... boy?" The answer doesn't feel right as it escapes your lips... but that is it, right?

Adrian smiles. "You must not be able to see from that angle. Here-" And with one push of his powerful arm he sweeps you sideways off the arm and into his lap. "Now, look."

He points to the screen, but you sit frozen, the round cushion of your ass resting entirely on a single one of his massive thighs. As much as you've stared up at him, only now do you realize how much smaller you are, how much more powerful he is, his muscles in every direction you look. And yet you find yourself swiveling, wiggling your ass sideways so your back rests against him, and you just _happen _to rest closer to the visible bulge of his crotch. You can't help stealing glances down at it, and a strange pang of disappointment overtakes you that it doesn't seem fully erect - not in him, but in yourself. Wait, why would that disappoint me? I'm not-

"When I said look, I meant at the screen." Dr. Carvigo's rich baritone crawls across your ear and you whip forward, at attention. "The difference is that these women are confident in their _entire _appearance. Not just their clothes, but their hair, their makeup, their womanly curves. Why aren't you as confident as they are? Don't you have their curves?"

You shiver as you feel his hand stroke along your thigh, rising up above your midriff. You press into him, trying to suppress a moan, trying not to push yourself inches over to inviting curve of his manhood.

"Answer me." He squeezes the soft curve of your ass, playful but powerful.

"Yes, Adrian."

"Don't you want to be confident enough to show them off?" His fingers dance beneath you, kneading the sensitive skin of your rear like dough.

"Oooooh... yes Adrian!"

He pulls you in closer, whispering in your ear. "Then I want you to start wearing makeup. Go to a salon and have them teach you - show them these pictures and tell them how much you want to please me."

Your only answer is shallow, panting breaths, your small cock as rigid as it can get. His muscles, his beautiful lips, his massive dick are all right there... If you were to just, lean in...