Shopping in Stange Stores (Patreon)

Ren stood still in the aisles, his hands in his pockets and his glasses gleaming in the fluorescent light. Next to him stood Sumire who kept making side glances toward him but refused to make a full turn to look at him. She shook slightly and her face burned with a crimson blush that showed how flustered she was.

In front of them was a wall of bejeweled and elaborate pacifiers each with its own theme. Ren picked one up and examined it: the black faceplate had a delicate lifted rose design on the font while purple accents covered the back.

He held it in line with her mouth, and she quickly turned away.

“Hold on,” he chided gently, “I just want to see if this would look good.”

“Senpai stop!” she said quietly trying not to draw too much attention, “I didn’t tell you about my thing so you could teas—”

“You mean being a baby who prefers to be diapered instead of wearing her big girl panties?”

Sumire’s head whipped around at that, mortified that he hadn’t bothered to lower his voice or hide the conversation, sighing in relief only after seeing that nobody was around to hear him anyway. When she looked back at him she was lost for words despite wanting to tell him off. Instead, she merely shifted from one foot to the other, unable to protest.

His stance remained relaxed and neutral as he popped the pacifier in his basket. Ren took her hand, squeezing it gently to pull her along through the aisles. He stopped again at an aisle full of outfits that reminded her of her gymnastics leotards but the cute designs and frills let her know that they were anything but.

Nothing but childish onesies filled her vision.

“Now, do you see any you like?” he asked.

Sumire looked away. “...no.” she said quietly.

She heard the clatter of hangers behind her as Ren pulled down some options.

She was shocked to see his choices. Things so pink and cutesy that they had more lace than a doily on them, like bright cafe maid uniforms that would show off her diapers thoroughly.

“Wait Senpai, not those!” she exclaimed.

Sorry Sumi, you had your chance to choose, now it’s my choice and I think you’ll look cute walking around in these.”

“Walking around!?” She thought, worrying about where that might take place in Ren’s new plans to embarrass her.

“But I—” she started, only for Ren to interrupt her again.

“Come on, we’ve got one last thing to get and it’s the most important.”

He started off, leaving Sumire standing in the aisle for a moment with her fists balled, upset that he’d almost completely ignored her. Part of her simmered at the treatment, but she couldn’t stop herself from melting to the whims of Ren’s nonchalant control.

When she finally caught up to him Sumire saw that Ren was turning into the diaper aisle. Just the thought of padding made her cheeks burn red. She stepped next to him and sighed.

“Let’s try this again,” he said teasingly, “What diapers does baby Sumi want to wear?”

Her cheeks burned more but part of her flushed appearance wasn’t just embarrassment. she was feeling a fiery arousal wash over her, now that they’d gotten to her favorite part.

The padding all around was thick, thin, cloth, disposable, plain white, or dotted with designs. Options danced past her eyes until they landed on a large case at the bottom of the shelf. It was a variety pack full of wonderfully puffy disposables of various designs.

“I want this one…” she said, picking up the package and squeezing it slightly, almost hugging it. The case itself crinkled with her applied pressure.

“Lots of options then,” Ren said, “good choice, now do you need a new one right now?”

Without warning he lifted her skirt, exposing her underwear to anybody around.

“Senpai!” she shouted, pushing her hands down to hold the skirt in place.

“Shush,” Ren commanded, quieting her rebellion, “I’m surprised! For somebody who says she loves diapers so much, you think you can get away with wearing panties like this?”

He held her skirt in the air, waiting for a response, but Sumire had none. Instead she babbled nonsensical words while searching for a protest that he couldn't so easily quell. After what felt like ages Ren dropped her skirt and took her hand.

"Well come on then, we better get you to the bathroom.”

Sumire averted her gaze, still clutching the pack of diapers. She wondered just how far Ren would take this embarrassing shopping trip. She wasn't worried though–despite the embarrassment, Sumire was loving every second of it.