Camming down the rabbit hole Ch6

It was plain white, with extensive padding but a nice smooth finish, it was quite stretchy and fit me incredibly well. I rearranged my junk as I planned to try on the tightest jeans I bought, they were a struggle to pull up, and I resorted to jumping and pulling in an attempt to get them over my hips. Out of breath I finally managed to fasten the buttons and wriggle my legs to settle them into place and it was at this point I realised that the butt plug was still inside me and with so much effort to get the jeans on I might have to leave it there even while I go to the shops.

They hugged my lower half perfectly, I was once again glad I was able to tuck myself so neatly, literally the only time I was ever grateful that my cock was so small when soft was when I put on clothes like these. I pulled out a top that I thought would go with it, but after stepping over to the mirror I realised it wasn’t quite right, for the next 20 minutes or so I tried on all the tops I had, they all looked good in their own way but I settled on a cropped black sleeveless vest which showed a little midriff but really exaggerated the padded bra and what waist I did have. I might have changed the jeans too, but given how much work they were to get on, I didn’t want to have to take them off in a hurry especially as the plug felt so nice held in place by these tight fitting clothes.

I had already applied some basic makeup and mascara, my face looked reasonable although I was a little sad that the lip plumping gloss had completely worn off as I didn’t want to put something that bright back on, and in any case, I would have to wear a mask when I was out, so nobody would even see it anyway. I opted for a little more eye shadow to make up for it, and a little hairspray to fix my waves in place and I was all set for the shops.

The weather outside was perfect, and venturing down the street in my new clothes I felt far more comfortable and confident than I had previously going out. The mask certainly helped as it hid a lot of my face, but as I took each step I had a very obvious reminder that there was something inside me, I adjusted my stride.