The Doctor

Amber releases you instinctually, following the Doctor's command - very lucky for you, as you're not sure you'd have been able to pull yourself away otherwise.

Through the door, the Doctor waits patiently at his desk for you to cross the large room and hand him your list. He reads it over...

"Well done."

You can't help notice your spine straighten and your neck tilt proudly as his praise lifts you. With a gesture, he commands you to sit, and you do.

Once again, he unbuttons his shirt, brushing against his broad chest as he does so - but now he undoes the second button as well. You stare his black chest hair, receding into the deep valley of his pecs... "How fortunate that you're my last client again." He slides something forward on his desk - a drink, already mixed.

You pick it up without thinking twice and take a sip. The taste is similar, but a little... brighter? Fruitier?

"Doctor, you have to tell me what's in these, they're delicious."

His eye twinkles. "In time. But first let's go over your list. There is more here than I expected. Your lips. Your eyes. Your thin wrists." You feel him examine each part of you one by one as you sip at the drink. "Too many to deal with at once, so instead let's focus on one. What hurts your confidence the most? Tell me. You can trust me."

You don't want to say, but he's right. You can trust him. "My... my butt, Doctor."

"Your ass." You swallow a gulp of the drink. Something about the way he says it makes you... thirsty. "I'm not being crude. That's what you wrote here. 'My ass.' Stand up and let me see it."

Your knees seem to move on their own as you stand at his command, the drink empty in your hand. Of course he has to see it, how else will he help you?

"Turn around." You turn, feeling his eyes absorbing every inch... "Tilt." You bend at the waist, dipping your hips to raise your cheeks higher... "Bounce."

Part of you hesitates. Bounce? Why? But_ _another part of you feels it's wrong to doubt, a strong part in the pit of your stomach that clenches, **** to-__

When the Doctor speaks again, it sounds as if he's right behind you, delivering an iron command with his breath against your ear. "Bounce." And you obey, wiggling your ass in the air, and that tension in your gut releases into a flood of endorphins. Aaaaaaaah, how... refreshing.

You don't know how long you stand before the Doctor, giving it your all as your thick cheeks jiggle and gyrate for his observation, but when you glance over your shoulder he's still calmly watching you, a smile on his face. "I apologize for my tone, but it's very important you follow my every instruction, do you understand?"

"Yes Doctor."

"You may stop now, but remain in position. You are afraid your ass is too feminine, too thick for a man, and that is why it hurts your confidence. The problem is not your body, but how you view your body." The Doctor stands from his desk and walks to face you, still with your back arched forward. As you watch, he begins to unbutton his white office shirt, untucking it from his pants.

"Your resistance shows as much. It was a test, that your problem is not with your ass itself, but with how it is framed and perceived. Observe." And oh lord in heaven do you observe as he fully removes his shirt, revealing his tremendous form underneath. A cut six-pack, arms with more definition than a dictionary, and those pecs... you wonder if even both your hands could cup one fully. Wait... why do I want to touch them?

The Doctor leans forward, the musk of his cologne seeping into your nostrils. The room seems to dim around his presence. "If you had this body, would you be confident?"

You look into the Doctor's deep eyes for an answer... and shake your head no.

"But look at how masculine it is, how strong I am." He flexes, his bicep bulging... and you can feel something else start to bulge. You knew the Doctor was handsome but he's just so raw, so physical, so... close.

"It isn't therefore the features of your body, but your lack of acceptance. You must feel confident in what you have, who you already are. Your next step will be to learn to love your features as they already are."

You want to hear the Doctor's orders, they sound just so important, but as you watch his lips spell out your instructions, you wonder if there's another way you could learn to love your ass here in his office...