Stevonnie Visits the Doctor

>Stevonnie, confused about what bathroom to use, ends up going to a gas station unisex bathroom.
>Dr. Maheswaran enters the same bathroom seconds later, a last stop before picking up Connie.
>Stevonnie flushes, but before zipping up reads "put your wackering stick in the hole for a fun time" inscribed on the stall.
>Stevonnie puts two and two together and puts "the wackering stick" in the hole.
>Dr. Maheswaran had just sat down in the adjacent stall when she sees the protrusion.
>Dr. M is furious but too embarrassed to say a word
>She tries to divert her eyes while doing her business but they keep darting back. It's too big to ignore. Her heart rate is increasing.
>Dr. M finishes, gets up, and tries to get out while facing away however her butt accidentally brushes on Stevonnie's significant length
>Dr. M pauses, her heart pounding. Her eyes quickly dart back to lewd wall ornament.
>Mr. M has been abroad for the last month and the allure of the largest manhood Dr. M has ever seen without any strings attached is too much to resist.
>Dr. M places a matting of toilet paper on the ground, kneels , and then timidly pauses in front of Stevonnie's anonymous girth.
>Several moments go by. Stevonnie is still confused as to what is supposed to happen and begins to withdraw.
>Already committed, Dr. M quickly and firmly grabs the base of the offending appendage.
>"Hhgg!" Stevonnie blurts out in surprise, instinctively inserting back to the base to avoid any more surprises.
>Dr. M doesn't release her grip from half way up Stevonnie's shaft and begins to work the slack skin back and forth.
>Stevonnie is wide-eyed and nervous, feeling breath reflect back from the stall wall. After over a minute of being stroked, Stevonnie accepts what is going on, and begins to absent mindedly tap fingers on the stall wall.
>Dr. M takes this as a queue and begins sucking on the tip.
>After several increasingly sloppy minutes, Stevonnie's hips begin to move out of instinct.
>Dr. M had deepthroated her husbands 6.25 inches (men hate being shortchanged) once before, and decided to see how much she could really take.
>She forces her self down: 4 inches, 5 inches, 6 inches, 7 inches, hold... *GASP*... Almost there, she thought.
>By this time Stevonnie is grasping onto the top edge of the stall for dear life. Stevonnie's legs are awkwardly sliding across the floor as if both trying to merge hip with stall and running in place, Stevonnie's face that of a drooling idiot.
>Dr. M parses her lips and begins vigorously stroking, building her resolve, before opening wide and forcing down the full 9 inches!
>Dr. M holds it there, her eyes watering, bubbles of viscous spit forming on the side of her mouth.
>Dr. M is lost and dazed in her own achievement (and encroaching oxygen deprivation), but is cognisant enough to realize this bouncing baby boy is overdue.
>Dr. M slowly withdraws an inch, and then back down! Withdraws an inch, and back down!
>Stevonnie reaches the limit and is shaking the stall wall in front and kicking the one in back with such ferocity that the whole thing may come apart at the hinges any moment!
>Dr. M fully withdraws a final time and then begins to vigorously stroke, while blindly and frantically searching for the toilet paper dispenser with her other hand, never breaking eye contact with the patient.
>Dr. M. quickly covers the tip with toilet paper to catch the load in a sanitary manner.
>Stevonnie shakes the upper edge of the stall one last violent time with the first release, less violently with the second, and meekly with third, fourth, fifth... convulsing again and again for a full minute as if to get out every last drop.
>Dr. M, her adranaline still pumping, the soaked wad of toilet paper in her left hand, releases her right hand and nervously waits for the limp member to withdraw.
>Dr. M waits until the other occupant's panting stops to conclude that the polite time for withdrawal has passed. She turns to get more toilet paper to wipe her mouth and right hand of drying spittle, but then a sudden pink flash envelopes the room!
>Dr. M turns back to find a vacant hole. Dr. M sighs in relief at the closure this brings, cleans herself up, and then strides out of the stall to wash up and go pick up Connie.
>In the adjacent stall, Stevonnie had de-fused, leaving Steven lying on the floor and Connie holding onto the top edge of the stall, dangling above the gloryhole.