I’m walking on my own to the clothes shop

Wearing nothing but a T-shirt on top and my thick, blue nappy, clearly visible underneath, I walk into the shop, which turns out to be a shop… for women! I should have guessed, given that it’s a world full of women. The shop owner greets me with a big smile and seems absolutely delighted to see me. She asks me what I need, and I reply that I’d like something to hide my diaper. So she tells me I can choose between pants, dresses, skirts and tight-fitting leggings. I don’t know what to choose, so she gets me to try on several outfits. I regain my composure and realise that I can make the most of the situation and play a role that will lead to more pleasure.

So I start with the tight-fitting leggings and enjoy the feel of the fabric against my skin; I look at myself in the mirror and admire my big, well-padded bum. I let the shop owner help me adjust the pleats on the leggings, and she takes the opportunity to gently caress my stomach.

Next, she suggests a pair of trousers, even though they’re designed to fit over my nappy. I’m worried I’ll look ridiculous with that big bulge under my bum. So instead, I’d rather try on a long black pleated skirt with red stripes. I don’t even think about trying it on in a changing room; I just slip the skirt on right in front of the woman. She stares at me with wide, excited eyes, as if she were playing with a doll. I feel great in this skirt – it gives me plenty of freedom of movement. Looking at myself in the mirror, I can see that it gives me a lovely figure and a big bum that’s a pleasure to look at.

That would be all for me, but she also suggests I try on some tops – white satin blouses with puffed sleeves, for example. Driven by a wave of fantasies I’d kept hidden until now, I go along with it. So I try on the different outfits she suggests, and to be honest, I rather like them. The sales woman takes it a step further and even suggests a padded black and red bra to go with my new top.

As I admire this new, utterly feminine outfit in the mirror, the shop assistant stands behind me and begins to wear me down. She kisses me tenderly on the neck and gently caresses my back. I let her carry on because I’m enjoying the waves of pleasure these tender caresses bring. Her hands roam over my body and the delicate fabric I’m now wearing. As she kisses my neck again, she slips a hand under my skirt and grabs my padded bottom, whilst her other hand slides over my padded breasts and gently pinches my nipple. I’m starting to breath heavily with the pleasure she gives me.

Overcome by a rather feminine energy, I let her take hold of me and grip me. To build the tension between us, I place my hands on the wall and arch my back slightly so that she can grip my hips; then she moves her hips back and forth, causing our two bodies to rub against one another. It would seem that, in this world, having one’s diaper rubbed from behind is enough to reach orgasm, because very quickly in this submissive position – one I never thought I’d find myself in – I’m deriving more and more pleasure. My breathing quickens and I start letting out little cries of pleasure.

She grips my hips even tighter, and her movements become more vigorous. She runs a hand through my hair and says to me: “Scream for me, you little naughty, you love this and you know it! Go on, scream for me, admit that you love it.” And, caught up in the situation she has in her grasp, I reply, “Yes, madam ! Yes, take me more, more !”

And so we reach orgasm.

She carried on caressing my body and kissing me for several minutes. Eventually, we come round, and she ends up tidying up my outfit after all, and giving my hair a quick brush. I realise I can’t afford the outfit, but she replies: “Although it would normally cost 5 credits, I’ll give you the whole lot for free, my dear,” emphasising “my dear” as she winks with a mischievous look, encouraging me to embrace this new, more feminine role. She tells me, as you’ve guessed, "I’m more of a stallion, and I can see you’re more of a mare. But you can switch roles whenever you like!"

I then leave the shop wearing my new outfit.

But I’m wondering what credits are and whether I shouldn’t start working to get some. It’s going to be a bit of a slog sleeping with all those women if I have to buy things.