P5: Mall Embarrassment (Patreon)

The onesie that Ren had picked out for Sumire was almost too revealing for her. It barely concealed the thick diaper she herself had picked. The leak guard poked out prominently from the leg holes on either side of the snap crotch, and the bulky material of the padding made her crotch look visibly spherical through the tight leotard-like bottom. Thankfully her jeans provided what she saw as a semi-suitable covering to the embarrassing proportions of her new diaper.

She was worried that the ruffly material of her waistband could be seen through the thin black material of her onesie. Not only that, but she also worried that, even compressed as it was, the diaper’s bulk was too obvious beneath her jeans.

If she’d thought about it for even a moment she might have realized that the way the thick crotch of the garment spread her thighs apart was a greater indicator than the garment’s presence, not the bulge it created. That, however, did bring another problem. Sumire couldn’t close her legs, which exacerbated the sloshing weight inside her bladder. At least without the diaper there she could’ve tried to twist her knees together and stifle the urge.

When she’d asked for her pants Ren had been reluctant, saying her new babyish attire looked adorable, especially with the white lace ruffles stretching across her newly bulked-out rear end. But she’d protested, practically making a scene in the changing room.

“I let you put a diaper on me and dress me up, but I’m not going to walk around the mall like this! Please Ren, give me my pants!”

Sumire’s jeans were already half shoved in one of the adult baby supply shop's bags as he watched her outburst. His face remained straight and emotionless as his sub protested. Without a word he handed the jeans back to her, which she quickly snatched up from his hand.

She didn’t dare look at Ren while slipping on the jeans, fearing his reaction, and indeed he watched on with the same blank face satisfied with her attitude. Sumire assumed that he was making mental notes about the back-talk, but she couldn’t hazard a guess at what response he’d come up with for it.

His silence continued even after they left the store, and for several minutes it felt like he was avoiding looking at Sumire. She was too preoccupied to worry about Ren’s new distant attitude anyway. While she worried about her outward appearance Ren proudly carried both bags with Ann Takamaki modeling a diaper and dress on the side. “Shinjuku Adult Baby!” the bag read, “For all those adults who never want to grow up!”

Sumire looked over to Ren, tugging at his arm, “Senpai,” she said sheepishly, “can you, I don’t know, hide those bags or something? It’s kind of embarrassing.”

Ren turned to her, his face spreading into a kind of devious smile that immediately made her nervous. “What do you mean Sumi? Do you not want everybody to know you’re a big baby who needs her daddy to change her diapers?” he said, raising the volume of his voice to catch the attention of several people around them.

Sumire’s face burned red and her jaw went slack, unable to believe Ren would so publicly expose her. She stamped her foot, immediately regretting it due to how it aggravated her very full bladder. “I am not a baby, please Senpai, not here.” she said in a hushed tone, gesturing that she’d like him to lower his voice.

Ren shook his head, keeping the still very devious smile on his face as he reached forward toward the front of Sumire’s jeans.

*POP* *ZIIIIIIIIPPPP*

With two extremely deft hand movements, he popped open the button of the jeans and unzipped them. The redhead was barely able to gasp before the denim hit the floor and her puffy ruffle butt was revealed to the crowded underground mall’s shoppers.

“N-No…” was the only weak protest she could get out as she stood in silent shock. A few of the mall’s patrons stood watching the public humiliation show with interest. Though, a couple of them had heard of the new ABDL fad going around before so they weren’t completely shocked to see the young woman in diapers.

Sumire, struggling with the sudden exposure, locked eyes with Ren who was still crouched down to her waist with that damned teasing smile. He dug one of his hands into her side, giving a little squeeze. “Hmmm? Still not a baby Sumi?” he asked.

The red-faced Redhead yelped in response to her dom’s tickling fingers, feeling the strenuous hold on her urine slipping, just a little. “Senpai, don’t! I’m gonna pee if you do that!” she squealed.

Ren didn’t let up though, he saw this as the perfect opportunity to punish Sumire who’d thought she could get away with being so defiant. Still in his squat position, he brought both hands up to her sides and dug them in at her hips and waist.

Sumire thrashed against his hands, trying to break free as she giggled. However, as her body physically protested some encouragement from Ren egged her on from below. “Come on Sumi, wet yourself like the good baby girl you are.”

The dark-haired domme’s hand danced over her ticklish points, weakening Sumire’s hold on her bladder more and more until eventually—

*HIIISSSSSSSSSSSSS*

—The gentle hiss of liquid entering her padding filled his ears. Ren removed his hand from Sumire’s side, placing it on the bottom of her diaper. He enjoyed feeling it both warm and swell against his palm as Sumire trembled above him.

She was frozen in place, her eyes sweeping across the crowd as she collected the horrified disbelief on every onlooker's face. It felt like the immediate area around them was frozen with the only exception being the rushing liquid flowing into the thick, absorbent core of her warming diaper.

She kept willing the flow to stop but when it finally stopped she had a feeling her body had simply run out of fluid, not because she wanted it to.

Ren stood up from her waist, looking down and expecting a response from Sumire. “Daddy I need a change...” she said quietly, falling into his chest for a hug.

He wrapped his arms around her, kissing the top of Sumire’s head. “Not yet Sumi, we’ve got more shopping to do and that diaper has plenty more room. Pick up your pants and let’s go to the next store.”

Sumire nodded and released Ren. “Okay Daddy,” she said, grabbing her pants and taking his hand, “let’s go...” She knew better than to argue and collected her pants in her arms and followed behind.

Daddy had given her an order, it wasn’t like she had any say in the matter.