Mall Pt. 1: In Pampers and Panties

I was sitting in the passenger seat in my Mom‘s trusty old Honda. „Say So“ by Doja Cat was playing on the radio while we were cruising down the road on the way to downtown. I was still in my diaper, but with jeans over top, although they barely fit and weren’t high enough to cover the waistband. My shirt did help with that somewhat, except for when I sat down or bent over even a little bit. Besides, my diaper butt would probably be a dead giveaway anyway.

„So this is going to be fun“, Mom said, enjoying the warm sun of noon. She had her hair up and no more than a skimpy white skirt and body suit on, latter of the two cut high enough to show the sides of her stomach.

„Yeah, a real blast, Mom“, I said, „Can’t wait, honestly.“

She looked over to me.

„Aw, honey“, she smiled, „You look way too worried. At first, everything new is uncomfortable, but if you don’t try stuff, you don’t even know what you’re missing out on.“

She turned the steering wheel and we went into the parking garage of the mall.

„Besides“, she said, „This shouldn’t be about diapers so much. Diapers are just what you happen to be wearing on a nice little shopping trip with your Mom. If we’re lucky, we might just find some really cute new stuff for you.“

„Mom, I feel like the diapers are the main thing here“, I argued, „I don’t think I‘ll forget I’m diapered for a single minute in there.“

„That will come with time“, she said, reassuringly, „You‘ll see, it’s just diapers.“

„Yeah, the thickest ones you could find apparently“, I replied, „And by the way, how do you know? You’re not wearing diapers.“

She was looking left and right for a parking spot, before turning the steering wheel and going up to the next level. If the amount of cars was any indication, it was going to be packed.

„Trust me, honey“, she said, „This type of exposure training is exactly what I do with my clients all the time.“

„What, diapering them and taking them to the mall?“

She laughed.

„Well… you‘d be surprised by what a sex therapist does all day“, she said.

„So… you‘ve put clients into diapers?“, I asked. She smiled.

„There‘s client confidentiality, sweetie, so I can’t really tell you“, she explained and paused for a moment before she had to chuckle, „But okay, I‘ll tell you this much: I rarely diaper them myself.“

Finally, we found a parking spot and stopped the car.

As always, the parking garage was kinda dark and cold and had that typical wet smell. We took the elevator and walked towards the mall entrance. I could already hear the chatter and many footsteps.

As we entered the mall, we were greeted by the usual hustle and bustle, people walking and talking, windy air conditioning and the smell of fast food.

Luckily, the volume drowned out every little crinkle my diaper made, which had echoed in the parking garage just a moment ago.

We passed a few clothing stores and some shoe stores, a rug store, the food court, some arcade-looking places, a casino and a movie theater.

I didn’t know where we were headed, but that also wasn’t my priority, since I was busy thinking about the diaper I was in. It was comfortable to be honest, but this was not the setting to enjoy that feeling. Every time I heard giggling or something, I instantly assumed someone had spotted my unusual choice of underwear. Although „choice“ really wasn’t the word here.

I kept pulling my shirt down and my pants up, doing my best to bridge the gap and hide the waistband of my diaper.

„So where are we going?,“ I finally asked.

„First to a cute little lingerie store“, Mom answered, „I've been dying to go there.“

„Lingerie?," I asked, "Is that necessary?“

„Sure it is," Mom said, "Maybe a new bathing suit, some nice pajamas and something for the winter. You can get some nice snug panties for yourself, if you want to.“

„You’re joking, right?“

„Yes, maybe“, she said, „But maybe not. Do as you like. I‘m sure they’re open minded there.“

„Well, thanks a lot, Mom, but no thank you“, I said, „I think I'll pass on feeling like the world’s biggest pervert today.“

„Offer stands“, she said, „Oh and by the way: If we get lucky, one of the cashiers is this one cute girl your age who served me last time. So you could just talk about sex and blowjobs or whatever you teens always talk about. Might be fun.“

Talking to a cute girl about sex, in the lingerie store of a crowded mall, obviously diapered. Yeah, totally. Then again, maybe Mom was joking. Sometimes I just couldn’t tell.

We went up two huge long escalators and onto the highest floor of the mall. Directly above us was the giant glass roof, through which the light fell onto all stories of the mall below, down onto the lake-like water fountain and couple of trees at the bottom. But even this floor we were on was half the size of a football field and absolutely packed, as you would expect on a Sunday afternoon.

Crossing a carpeted bridge and almost bumping into a woman with about seven shopping bags, we came closer to a decently large store on the other side. It had greek statues of women wearing bikinis, laced bras and panties, thongs and fishnets in its display windows.

Thematically matching greek-looking letters spelled „Dirty Laundry“ above.

Inside the store, it was busy as well. It did have a nice atmosphere though. The walls were decorated with flower wallpaper and some really pretty ornaments and the lights were warm, all very inviting. But seeing I was the only boy in a women’s underwear store, I nevertheless felt a little out of place.

Mom however was instantly in her element, talking to the staff, checking out all kinds of stuff and disappearing into the dressing rooms. Next to them was a nice comfy couch with fluffy pillows, which was probably the least awkward place to be waiting in. So I sat down and scrolled though my phone, since looking up meant either staring at the girls shopping, the underwear they were picking out or the huge posters of nearly nude models.

The price for sitting down was my diaper showing a little at the sides and back. Not much I could do about that though. Looked like I had to literally sit this one out. At least sitting on a soft couch in a soft diaper was a pretty nice combination.

Scrolling through Instagram, I saw Haley had posted something on her account.

„Milkshakes? More like shake them milkies“, it said under a photo of her and a couple girlfriends with milkshakes, holding their already barely covered tits into the camera.

Well at least she was having a good time.

I put my phone down and waited, looking around the store a little. The cute cashier Mom mentioned seemed to be off duty today, luckily. However, someone else caught my eye, or rather I caught theirs. Two pretty girls in the lace underwear section were looking over to me while talking and going through some bras, which they definitely were in need for.

They giggled, but somehow it didn’t seem like they were making fun of me. More like they were curious.

The taller one of the two looked like a girl-next-door, with curly brown hair, glasses and all white clothes. She had that aura that she was nice to everyone she met.

Her friend was slightly shorter with about 5 foot 4 (163 cm) and more the classical cheerleader type. Blonde hair, big tits, blue eyes and a really short blue dress, revealing a lot of cleavage and thigh.

They talked a bit, smiled and looked over again, this time more openly, then started whispering and giggling again.

I was hoping it was just because I was a boy in a lingerie store and not anything else.

„How do I look?“, Mom asked, appearing from the changing room in a dark blue lace bodysuit. Her nipples and cleanly shaven pussy were clearly showing through the see-through material.

„Mom!“, I said, holding my hand in front of her body. She just brushed it off.

„Oh, come on, I‘m your stepmom“, she said, „No big dealio.“

She looked herself up and down.

„So, how‘s it look?“, she asked, presenting herself.

„Good, Mom. Looks good“, I quickly said.

„Oh honey“, she said, „No need to be embarrassed. You’ve had girlfriends before, right? These are boobs and this is a vagina. Totally natural, alright?“

She touched the respective parts of her body over the bodysuit. I looked past her and into the corner where the two girls had stood just a second ago, but now I couldn’t spot them.

„Eyes here, young man“, she said, pointing at her breasts and crotch. I looked and nodded.

„Alright, I get it“, I replied, „Tits and Pu- I mean breasts and vagina.“

She seemed satisfied.

„Good“, she said and looked at herself in the mirror behind me, „So I think I‘ll get this one and I still have to try on two bikinis and some panties. Sound good?“

I said yes and she disappeared back into the changing room.

About 20 minutes later we walked out of the lingerie store and back into the crowds, the bag filled with Mom's purchases in her hand. The air was warm and filled with chatter again.

"Where to next?," I asked.

„Hmm, since we’re already up here, how about the bookstore, huh?“, she suggested.

I looked around, but didn’t see it right away.

„Back there“, she said and pointed at a store on the other end of the huge floor. It had a glass front and, as I saw, extended onto the floor below.

„If I remember correctly they have a whole new graphic novel section in there you could check out“, she said, „Some comics, or if you’re too old for that, what are the Japanese ones called, h- hentais? Is that what it’s called?“

That cracked me up.

„Mostly it’s called manga, as far as I know“, I said, „Hentai is porn, you know?“

„Yeah, that’s what I mean“, she said, „Porn comic books, right? Could get some of those.“

„I‘m good, Mom“, I said, „Thank you.“

She chuckled and we continued walking.

„Well, we‘ll see“, she said, „Maybe I‘ll get me one.“

As I thought about it, maybe it wasn’t the worst idea in the world after all. If I still had to jerk off in the living room later, some, let’s say „inspiration“ would help.

Once again I was reminded of what a weird situation I was in. And sure, it was all pretty odd and I would have loved to just be teleported back home right now, but nevertheless, I did my best to enjoy it. After all, the sun was shining and I had to admit, the mall itself was really pretty with all its greenery, cafes and small little fountains everywhere.

„So“, Mom said, „How do you like it so far?“

„Uhh, the mall?“, I asked, „Pretty nice, I‘d say.“

„Sweetie, don't be silly. The diaper, of course. What do you think?“

I blushed.

„Well, I guess it’s okay“, I said, „It’s pretty comfortable, but it feels really weird wearing it in public.“

She nodded.

„Of course, sweetie, that's perfectly normal“, she said, „That'll wear off soon, so don’t worry. For now, just know that I‘m really proud of you and enjoy being excited.“

I had to think about that. Mostly I was just nervous about all this diaper stuff. Excited as well, sure, but in a good way? I wasn’t sure.

„Oh, and after were done here, I already have another thing planned“, she said as we entered the book store, „I promised a surprise, remember?“

Inside it was busy, but not all too loud. Instead of music there was quiet talking and the sound of footsteps on carpet. It had a low ceiling, sitting areas and lots of other things that made it really comfortable. However, the low volume also meant that you could actually hear my diaper softly rustle when I was moving. I just did my best to ignore it.

Mom was off to the psychology section, while I went for the graphic novels, which they really had a whole corner dedicated to. Additionally, four bookshelves formed a separate little room, that you could only enter via saloon doors on which it said „18+ ONLY“.

I didn’t dare to enter at first, so I checked out the shelf next to it. Even those mangas had plenty of skimpy outfits and big boobs and I never knew what was going on story wise. Nonetheless, the drawings were done with confident lines, cool composition and popping colors. I was impressed how you could ever finish a single book, let alone a whole series with fucking 37 parts or something.

Partially to stop my diaper from crinkling, I sat down with one of them, aimlessly flipping through the pages. It was called „Aphrodite Assassin“. What was it about? Not really sure. I was following this young woman in some dystopian megacity, who seemed to be a waitress by day and some kind of assassin or bounty hunter by night. The scenes of her fighting in tight and revealing, yet really extravagant outfits, panties showing and tiddies flying, were actually really thrilling. I could see why people were into this.

I flipped the page and saw her sitting on a rooftop, taking a break and overlooking the cityscape. Since the panel was so cinematic, the drawing covered the whole two pages. She was smoking a cigarette, legs crossed and leaning back a bit, the lights of the city reflecting nicely in the latex parts of her outfit.

Her big firm tits and full thighs were just shaped perfectly. I just then noticed she had a cameltoe.

My god. I could feel my dick slowly growing inside my diaper, bulging in the front.

I took a look around the store. At least where I was, it had become a little emptier right now. Two people were asking the cashier something, a couple of who I assumed to be tourists were sitting on the couches, looking at travel guides and a vegan-looking dude was checking out cookbooks.

I turned back around. My eyes were drawn to the saloon doors. Couldn’t hurt, I thought.

So I put the manga back where I found it and stepped into the 18+ section, as the doors closed behind me.