Stiles arrived at Derek’s estate the next day, her body a live wire of anticipation and guilt. She’d chosen yet another slutty outfit—a sheer white lingerie set disguised as a dress, the fabric translucent enough to show her massive tits and hard pink nipples, the hem so short it barely covered her fat ass and bare pussy. No underwear, as had become her naughty habit for these “checkups.” Her porcelain skin was flushed before she even rang the bell, her full pink lips parted in nervous breaths. Derek greeted her with that predatory smirk, his eyes raking over her like she was his personal toy. “Come for your ultrasound, Stiles? Daddy’s got the wand ready—gonna probe you deep today.”

She nodded, biting her lip, already wet as he led her to the clinic. The door shut, and Stiles stripped immediately, her dress whispering to the floor. She lay on the table, spreading her legs wide in the stirrups, her pink, fat pussy glistening under the lights, puffy and ready. “Please, Doctor Daddy… examine me,” she whispered, her voice husky with need.