Past the people, for the shortest path

You decide it's better to get this over with, passing the people closely, exposing yourself at least a bit, but shortening the time you'll be out here, and the distance the Sting will have to grow within you.

You take the first step and feel like, physically, you may have made the right choice. The plug swells within you just a bit, but is a warning of greater things to come. However, as you walk toward the crowd, your confidence begins to falter slightly.

Eyes turn toward you. You feel the blazing heat of their gaze on your entire body. The feeling of the slowly growing plug only makes things worse as you would swear the harness was tightening and squeezing lube into you. You want to hide your face but your shirt almost fails to hide your stiffened nipples with each step. There is no convenient collar to pull up. You feel the need to hold the top in place as you move, lest it slip away and reveal even more to their hungry eyes.