Mall Pt. 2: S for SURPRISE

Inside, it was really quiet all of a sudden. You could only faintly hear the muffled sounds from the outside. The whole section had a secretive and safe feel to it, which all former pillow fortress builders could probably relate to. Two armchairs were standing on a fluffy carpet, that covered the whole 13 by 13 feet (4 by 4 meters) inside.

And no matter where you looked, there was porn. Men, women, oily tits, twitching dicks, open mouths, cum, sweaty butts, wet clothes, gaping assholes, begging tongues, ball gags, swollen clits, latex, pierced nipples and everything else you could imagine. All drawn in vibrant and inviting colors and neatly sorted into categories by fetish, style and gender.

I could feel myself getting harder and harder in my diaper as I was going through the shelves. You wouldn't believe how kinky most of this stuff was. There was a section called „Educational". Huh!? I checked it out. All the books in there had nice rounded edges, lots of colors and pages of cardboard instead of normal paper. Some of them even had these crinkly pages made of fabric and some kind of plastic. It obviously reminded me of baby books, just that they were for adults, obviously. I randomly took one.

„Learn the Alphabet with Hentai", it said above a pretty girl with brown bangs in a kindergarten teacher outfit, which only consisted of very skimpy dungarees with some cutely colored ruffles at the edges and... well nothing else. Her huge tits were spilling out on both sides and squeezed together by her upper arms, while she herself was smiling invitingly. The way she was kneeling, the outlines of her busty ass and pussy were so visible in the skin tight fabric, that her clothes could as well have just been painted on.

I opened the first page.

„A is for ANAL"

Next to it the same girl was holding her butt towards the reader in a more than revealing pose, deliriously drooling into a pillow while shoving a colorful stacking tower deep into her asshole. And she looked so shameless doing it.

I blushed, and looked around for a moment. I even carefully listened. Obviously there was still no one else in here or even anywhere near. Still, I felt embarrassed. This shit was so perverted and felt so wrong enjoying this, but something about it was just so fucking hot.

I flipped to the next page.

„B is for BUKKAKE"

This time it was a series of three panels. In the first one she sat in front of a couple of guys, all of them cumming on her nude tits, her face and most of all in her widely open mouth, from which big globs of cum were flowing down her chin and into a small plastic container.

The second one showed her with all of it nicely collected, screwing a lid on the container, which turned out to be a sippy cup, while she was smiling excitedly.

Then, in the third one, she happily gulped down her reward through the nipple of the sippy cup, some of the white liquid spilling from the sides of her mouth and back onto her boobs.

Holy shit. My diaper was getting a little tight, and my tip was already nearly peeking over the waistband. Luckily Mom had bought the ones just big enough for my boner.

I turned the page.

„C is for CUNNILINGUS"

This time, she was in just a shirt, lying on her back on some pillows. In between her legs was a curly-blond-haired girl in a miniskirt, her mouth busy eating her out good. Fittingly, the girl eating her out had a cute pink bib around her neck, which caught some of the spit dripping down from her wet lips.

„D is for DEEPTHROAT", was the next page, showing the girl from a POV kinda perspective, with a cock so deep in her mouth that her eyes were tearing up, while she looked obediently into the viewers eyes.

Almost subconsciously, my right hand started sliding into my pants, rubbing the bulge in my diaper, while I kept reading. Fuck me, that felt good. I went completely quiet once more to make sure really nobody was around, before slowly sitting down on one of the armchairs, unbuttoning my pants and putting my hand into my diaper. I wrapped my fingers around my throbbing cock, going up and down. But I was careful not to go too fast.

Precum was running down my tip, making it all the more sensitive. Fuck, going slow felt so fucking good right now. I flipped the page, enjoying the feeling and sinking into the chair.

And then, without a sound, right as the teacher was E for EDGING one of her students under the desk, while helping him with his homework to learn about fruits and vegetables, the saloon doors were pushed open and Mom walked in.

Shit. My hand was out my diaper in record time, but still to late. She immediately spotted me and a warm smile came to her face.

„Aww, honey", she said, „What a cozy place, huh? Really makes you want to jerk off."

She sat down in the armchair across from me, carefully leaning her bags against it and resting a pile of books on her lap.

I was probably red as a tomato. I couldn't even manage to look her in the eye, instead staring at the pile stacking up to her belly button.

Kinky Dreams - How To Have Them Every Night

Shame, Perversion And Other Constructs Of Society

The Psychology Of Hotness: Fifth Edition

How To Turn Any Trauma Into A Fetish Instead

„Don't be embarrassed, sweetie", she said, „Be proud, this is a good thing. Okay? So it's all the more a shame that I'll have to punish you for it."

„What? Why?", I asked, „I didn't even cum or anything."

„Ah, ah, ah", she said, „You still broke the rules, sweetheart. Masturbating can only happen in our living room. You know this, darling."

„Are you serious right now?", I asked, „Isn't this enough already? What the hell are you punishing me with?"

„Hmm", she said, „I'll think of something. We'll see soon enough. But right now let's get your cute dick properly diapered and finish shopping for books, alright?"

„But Mom, I-"

„No arguing, okay?", Mom said.

And with that, there wasn't really anything I could do.

So me laying down on the carpet, Mom fixed my diaper, which had loosened a little, and pulled my pants back over my bulging crotch.

„So what do you say", she said, „I still need a new cookbook and a good romance novel for the summer, so I'll check out some more stuff and you go and grab yourself a couple of graphic novels and hentai or whatever and we'll meet at checkout, alright? Oh, and those educational ones I really liked. So the ones you get of those I'll pay for, that okay with you?"

I didn't really feel like saying anything, so I nodded while she buttoned my pants back up and patted my crotch.

„And let's grab something to eat afterwards, I'm starving", she added and I agreed a little reluctantly.

You know, the more I thought about it, there more this all seemed like one of those dreams where you forgot to put on pants in school or where the teacher gives a pop quiz on a subject you never learned. The kind of dream that had weirdly kinky undertones and was just fucked up enough that you didn't want to tell anyone at breakfast about it.

Doesn't being diapered on a mall trip with your Mom sound exactly like that? And just like in that kinda dream, it all seemed more or less normal to me, which I was honestly kinda worried about. Then again, what did I know? This all wouldn't fuck me up too bad, probably. Right?

„Ohh, did you see their burger?", Mom said, pointing on the menu, „It has fries in the bun! Isn't that the craziest shit? I swear to God, you can get everything nowadays."

We were sitting on the terrace of the food court, in the warm sun and right above the water fountain. The spot was actually really beautiful, a little balcony decorated with lots of flowers, overlooking the mall. Even though it wasn't as nice and quiet as the bookstore had been, this was a pretty little spot.

„Hmm, yeah maybe", I said.

„Come on", she said and smiled, „Let me treat you, I just got my paycheck."

„Okay, okay", I said, now looking through the menu myself and imagining what the meals would taste like in my mouth, „I'll get something good."

The waiter came and we ordered, Mom the aforementioned burger and a coke, while I went with a chicken wrap and an ice tea.

While we waited for our food, we people watched, just talking some.

Mom could be really funny when she wanted to be and I actually forgot about diapers and punishments and all that for a second.

And pretty soon, our food was there.

„Oh my, that really does look delicious, don't it", Mom said, „Thank you very much, handsome young man."

She winked at the waiter, who was embarrassed for sure but just said, „Enjoy your meal" and smiled.

We both went to work on our food. We obviously weren't dining at a fine establishment, but this actually did hit the spot pretty well.

Both of us were both enjoying our food and the view, chatting a little between bites. The sun was shining, this was nice.

After some time, I could feel Mom looking at me for a few seconds.

„You know, I'm actually quite relieved", she then said.

„Huh?", I asked, now returning her look, „What do you mean?"

„Well, catching you earlier", she said, „I'm glad that happened."

I tried not to blush.

„Uhmm, why?", I asked and she took a sip of her coke.

„As a sex therapist", she began, „not much tells me that I've been a good Step Mom quite like catching you doing that in a pretty much public place. Especially wearing diapers, gosh. Most people need years of training and counseling to reach this level of sexual freedom, if they ever do."

„Well, uh, thank you", I replied, a little unsure.

She smiled.

„And don't worry about the whole punishment", she said, „I'll think of something real good soon enough, alright? Besides, we still have to get your surprise out the way first, remember?"

Oh yeah, that was right. Although I wasn't quite allowing myself to get all too excited for it, before knowing Mom's plan.

„We'll finish this and pay and then I'll show you, okay?"

I nodded. Mom paid for our food and flirted with the waiter some more, before we were packing our stuff and leaving the restaurant.

And off to the second half we were.

Once again we were navigating through crowds, up stairs and escalators, passing stores, scents and screens on the way. It felt like it was getting fuller by the minute. Mom held my hand so I wouldn't get lost or patted my diaper butt when I was walking in front of her, as to let me know she was still there. And there were all kinds of people.

We passed a store that sold nothing but socks, another that just had a lot of mirrors and a couple of teenagers taking photos. Then a state of the art VR shop, with tons of fancy headsets and futuristic music playing.

„Imagine what kind of stuff you could watch with one of these bad boys, huh?", Mom said, „Send your ass into the porn dimension."

That made me laugh, even though it embarrassed me at the same time.

After a couple more minutes we finally arrived at our destination. At least that's what Mom said, while telling me to close my eyes.

And she led me a few steps further.

„Ready?, she asked, „Okay, three, two, one, open up!"

I opened my eyes.

„Mommy Mallory's" it said above the entrance of a cute little shop in the style of a wooden beach house or something like that. Well, it wasn't all that small actually. It had two display windows with colorful diapers stacking up the sides, bags to carry them in, some bottles, stuffed animals and all kinds of accessories. This was a baby store.

„You want the funniest Mom award or what is this?", I asked.

Mom laughed and ruffled my hair.

„No, honey, I'm serious about this", she said, „This is your surprise."

„What do you mean?", I asked, „What do I want in a baby supply store?"

„Well, this is kinda a special store", she said, „They have all the normal supplies, just that they don't stop at age three or whatever it normally is. Found out about this place on Facebook and thought it might be a nice little idea."

Oh okay. So I just assumed she wanted to buy some more diapers for me, which I wasn't a big fan of, but whatever. Wouldn't have been the worst thing of all the stuff I had half expected.

However, this wasn't it, Mom explained.

She zipped open her handbag, taking out a pacifier. Wait, that was my pacifier. Oh shit. I closed my eyes. I was about ready to jump off the mall balcony.

„I found this on the couch, next to your cum stains yesterday, remember?", she said, smiling, „And my inner Sherlock tells me you were sucking on this while jerking off. So if you enjoy it, why not get a proper one, I thought. Appropriate for your age, you know?"

I would have killed to just disappear into thin air right now. Or get the good old ‚ground-opens-up-and-swallows-me-treatment'. Thing was, neither of those things happened. Even worse, Mom took my hand and gently pulled me into the store. Instead of resisting, I just followed her. What else was I even supposed to do right now?

Inside was a little less crowded. Mostly moms were walking through warmly lit aisles of the comfy store. At least that was a nice change of pace from the busy mall atmosphere.

„Excuse me", Mom addressed a young woman behind the sales counter, „We're looking for pacifiers."

The woman happily came over, greeted us and, after Mom had explained exactly what she was looking for for me, showed us the pacifier section, which was sorted by age. Even the 16-21 section had all kinda shapes and sizes and colors from cloudy pinks to bright blues.

Mom immediately asked the clerk if there was any way to try the different models.

And there was.

„So, here we are", the young woman said, having returned with a selection of all see-through pacifier models, „These are all the ones we have at the store right now. As you can see, they all have their model name engraved, so you'll find them on this wall over here. Obviously, these ones are all colorless so you're not biased or anything and can just go by feel. So whenever you're ready, I'd be more than happy to help you try them out."

„Umm, I guess so", I said shyly.

„Wonderful", she smiled, putting the first one to my lips, „Open up."

Carefully, she slipped the silicone nipple into my mouth, the plastic guard lightly pressing against my lips and cheeks. It was definitely a little bigger than what I was used to. Especially the nipple.

„So how does that feel?", she asked. I shrugged and looked over to Mom. She was already checking out bottles and sippy cups, but gave me a reassuring smile and thumbs up when I looked.

„Umm, it's pretty... okay", I said through the pacifier.

„Well, sounds like we can do a little better", the woman said, smiling. She took the pacifier by the little handle and plopped it out of my mouth.

„Would you like a smaller one?", she asked, „Or bigger, or was it the shape or material?"

I told her I wasn't exactly sure, but could try another.

So we did.

It went like that for a little while, trying one pacifier after the other. Some were way too soft and flimsy, others were a little hard and finally some were just the perfect mix of firm and squishy. The nipple shape was a whole different topic, requiring more testing.

The young woman was really nice about it though and actually seemed to enjoy helping me out, slipping all kinds of pacis into my mouth, asking me how I felt about them. I just did my best not to get too embarrassed.

After a while, Mom came back to check the progress, right as I was trying out the biggest (and admittedly best) one yet.

„Ooo, that one looks perfect!", she said excitedly and the clerk agreed.

„That's one of our popular ones", she said, tapping on the part on which the name of the model „TeenDream XL" was imprinted.

„Feeling nice and snug, honey?", Mom wanted to know.

I blushed, but nodded.

„Go on, sweetie, suck on it a little", she said and I did as she asked.

„Oh yeah, that's the one for sure", she said.

„Alright, perfect", the woman said and carefully took the pacifier out of my mouth, „Then I guess this is our winner. Ready to look at some colors?"

We went over to the 16-21 section on the wall we had looked at earlier and showed us our options, which, admittedly, weren't all too many.

„Well, as you can see, this one's really popular with customers", she explained, „Mostly with boys though, that's why all the ones left are some sort of pink or something. Personally I think the try out one looked really good on you already, so I'd go with this clear rose one. But in the end, it's important that you like it, so please take your time."

And that was what I did for a good 5 minutes. However, I did end up going back to the one that looked the most like the completely transparent one I had tested.

„You want a pacifier clip to go with that?"

„Oh yeah, why not", Mom replied and was handed a matching pink band with a clip on one end and a string to tie to the pacifier handle on the other.

Arriving at the register, I saw that Mom had already laid aside a handful of other articles in the meantime. Some were just diapers, but others looked like some kind of Pyjama, just in a more babyish design. Was that... a footed onesie or something? And the thing next to it looked like plastic pants.

Mom saw that I saw and smiled, telling me these were just some useful accessories and stuff. The onesie was just something she thought I could use for sleeping in the winter and was not baby related at all. Nothing to worry about.

So the clerk rang us up, Mom paid and we got a bag with our new stuff. We ended up thanking the young woman for her help and turned to leave the store.

„Ooo", Mom said.

„Huh?", I asked, looking at her.

„You're not gonna like this", she said, „I think I know what your punishment's gonna be."

„What? What?", I wanted to know.

„Sorry", Mom said to the woman, who turned back to her, „How do you clean the try out pacifiers in here?"

„Oh, with boiling water in the back", she responded.

„Do you think you could quickly clean ours, so we can use it right away?", Mom asked very politely.

„Usually I'd have to say no, but if you don't tell the manager I think we can make an exception", she said and winked. Mom smiled widely and thanked her, handing her the packaged pacifier.

„Could you please tell me now?", I asked once the woman had disappeared.

Mom took a deep breath.

„Well, I thought of something more general for punishments", she began, „Every time you break a rule, I'm going to add a new one. And this time I thought of this: From now on, every time you're wearing a diaper, you're going to wear your new paci as well. Got it?"

I had no words. But Mom did.

„Shouldn't be too bad, since you seem to like sucking your pacifier while jerking off, right?"

She laughed a little.

„Mom, that's not the point", I said, „Are you telling me I have to wear it now? Is that what you're saying?"

Mom jokingly pulled on my waistband, checking under my pants.

„Huh, looks like you're wearing your diapees right now", she said, „So yeah, of course."

I groaned.

„Come on, Mom, that doesn't make any sense. Can we please not do this? Didn't we say something about not forcing me to do something I really don't want to?"

„Oh, honey", she said, „I know you'll be able to handle it. Otherwise I wouldn't have made the rule. So come on, let's get that paci in your mouth."

She took the pacifier from the woman, who had reappeared and asked Mom if she wanted to keep the packaging. Mom politely declined, before putting the pacifier to my lips and gently pushing it in.

„There we go", she said and booped it with her finger, before thanking the clerk once more and wishing her a nice day, which she reciprocated.

With that, we left the store.

Pretty much immediately I could feel a wave of embarrassment washing over me, as we were back into the open. So, so many people of all kinds were passing us, a constant stream of shoppers, couples, families and all kinds of other folks.

My cheeks were probably ready to have some eggs fried on them or something. Out of nervousness I was sucking on the pacifier a little, before even I could even notice myself doing it.

„Not too bad, now is it?", Mom asked, patting my butt.

„It is, actually", I said, „Can we please get out of here?"

„Oh, it's just one shop left I want to stop by, alright?", she said, „20 minutes tops."

„Please?", I tried one more time.

„Honey, that's just your fear of embarrassment talking, okay?", she said, „Come on, you'll enjoy this too."

I sighed.

So 20 minutes it was.

Apparently, on our trip to wherever we were headed, we needed to pass the fountain near the entrance once again. The water was actually glittering nicely in the slowly lowering sun, as it was already something like 5 pm.

Just then I noticed something, or rather someone. In front of the fountain, a group of girls my age was taking selfies and laughing, doing all that kinda stuff.

The thing was, two of them kept glancing my way, one with blond and one with brown hair.

Oh shit. I knew those girls. The girl-next-door and the cheerleader, as I had named them in my head. And they were approaching me.