A Needed Change

You were hungry, tired, grossed out, and confused at your apparent ability to teleport, but one thing stuck out to you - being disgusted. Strapped around your most private sections was a diaper warm with urine and cum. That felt vile. To imagine all these fake people passed you by, not knowing you had been on your knees minutes prior, filling your diaper with cu....,

Ahem.

That's what you wanted. A change. Just having a pair of boxer briefs would be nice, and maybe some jeans and a hoodie to replace the horrible clothing you had now. Maybe you were asking for too much.

You ask your goblin companion if she knows any shops.

"Respectfully, I have not the faintest clue where we are. Somewhere more accepting, hence all the species, but I can't tell you much." She says with a shrug of her shoulders.

Right. No help from your Goblin or Emma. You could wing it. There was no map for you to use, but glancing around the town based on a mixture of Medieval, Renaissance and even Victorian buildings. One had a swaying wooden sign etched with the pink text Assorted Garb, Raiment & Fanciful Apparel outside.

Besides for the woman behind the counter, you and the Goblin were alone; you bid her to stay at the entrance.

"How can I help ya?" The woman was dressed fancifully, with out of place gold hoop earrings, bright red lipstick, nice red hair, and something that looked like a Noblewoman might wear. Her voice was sing-songy, and contrasted with the 'Bimbo mixed with Matron' look she had going on.

"I need some clothes to replace....uhm..." You gesture to your body. "This."

"Of course silly - we're a clothes stort." She giggles dumbly. "How much coin do you have? What specifically? New dress, underthings..."

You have no coin. "Uhm, can I open a tab? I need to get erm...." Telling an attractive woman you needed a new pair of undies was not on your bucket list. "Underwear."

"We can work a system out. Follow me, I assume ya want some privacy." She says as you disappear behind curtains with her.

Whatever your plan had been, you hadn't expected her to flip your waist level bar wench dress the minute you two were in private, sighing when the loincloth had to be flipped as well. She giggles at the sight of your diaper. "I knew from your waddle you had a diaper on. Lucky for you, we carry that same brand."

"I-I wasn't loo-..." She disappears and then reappears with a carbon copy of your very diaper. You begin to repeat yourself. "I wasn't looking for a diaper, uhm, rather, some regular underwear."

She bites her teeth in a pained smile. "Sorry, I can't help you without any coin. But that brand has free refills, so I can do that much for you - can I see you card?"

"Uhm card?" You ask, confused at the direction things are going; whatever happens, you know you are not going back in a diaper, no matter what.

"Yeah, when you bought that diaper, you actually were buying an unlimited amount of them. That's why the initial cost was so expensive." She says, approaching you as you consider the economic implications of whatever this woman was saying. Your back hits the wall, and the taller woman forces you down, disarming you with zero fight onto a changing mat.

Giggling a bit, she rubs the front of your diaper, feeling it up perversely. "I don't even know if you need a change yet. I'd say this could hold a bit more." Before you can reply, her pervy rubbing turns into a full on **** on the front of your diaper, and you begin to moan like a bitch in heat. Words to beg her to stop get turned into gasps and moans, and you lose track of every dribble of cum you release.

With just her hands, she turns you into a mess, frying your brain and ability to resist until you reach the point that the diaper is 'full enough', in her airy words. Then, she stops her **** and undoes the diaper. Her giggles stop and she pulls some wet wipes out, cleaning you with dedication, and then strapping you into a new diaper, after a helping scooping of some goop on your shriveled member. He hurts from the sheer amount of times you had just came, and you sit there passively for her to come back.

"Well, that certainly was a nice lunch break. Fingers please." She says, taking your thumb, dipping it in ink, and then putting it on a thick paper card; she hands it back to you.

You're now the proud owner of a card that says 'SISSYBABY DIAPER PRODUCTS - REFILL CARD: STATUS - UNLIMITED', stamped with your thumb print. She smiles and then helps you up from the diaper mat, helping you get your dress back in order. She pulls a just as flowery diaper cover over your diaper, throwing the loincloth you'd been wearing into a nearby garbage can.

"Feel free to come back anytime for that experience. Kelsey is the name. And yours....?" She questions. You tell her it. "Cute. Now, need someone to show you around town?"

"S-sure?" You say, waddling from the diaper, and wobbling from how weak in the knees you are from cumming your brains out in the backroom. Your Goblin companion was still awaiting you.

You briefly read your GUI.

Pacifying Intercourse activated automatically; Lvl 5 Kelsey automatically friendly. Lvl 5 Kelsey joins your party.**Diaper Change Counter Set To: 1; SISSYBABY CARD added to inventory; [Pee][Cum] Used Diaper switched with Diaper**

Diaper is being covered by: Diaper Cover and Wench Dress

+1 SissySilverTongue for getting new follower;

+2 SissyBaby for cumming into diaper more than 4 times;

+1 SissyBitch for passive magic usage

Players goes more addicted to non-penetrative sex....your stomach rumbles...your throat itches from thirst....

Kelsey speaks up with a question. "Where to?". You contemplate what to tell your busty, matronly tall companion, and the athletic, sleek Goblin. You needed coin to do much of anything......

- Quests

- Inns

- A Library

- A Mages Hall

- Wherever might be Coin

- A General Tour

- Something else