Camming Down the Rabbit Hole Ch6 by Dani_does_Dallas

In the morning I decided to give the running a miss and do a long session with the DVD, my legs had become a little sore and tight so some extra stretches and yoga would really help. I once again surprised myself with how much more flexible I had become, the plug still in my ass giving me occasional jolts of pleasure. After half an hour I was limbered up and the aches had faded away aided by the warmth of arousal emanating from my backside, movements and positions that only a month ago I had really struggled with were now easy, I was able to push further and contort myself without straining too hard. I finished the session with some meditation, it really helped to clear my mind and focus on the plan I had formed to deal with the inevitable redundancy.I was eagerly awaiting today’s delivery of clothes, it would give me some more confidence to go down to the shops, I had a list of fruits and vegetables to buy as a result of the previous night’s discovery, and a juicer to purchase to make smoothies with them all. I walked into the shower and carried out my now perfectly practiced routine. And as much as I liked the fragrant body washes and shampoo, I couldn’t help but spray a mist of perfume to top it off.

No sooner had I finished eating breakfast, catching up on the news and completing an order for some of the supplements recommended in last night’s show, did the doorbell ring, the regular postman had taken to leaving the mail on the doorstep rather than handing it over, all part of the covid precautions I guessed. But I happily picked up the large bag containing my items.

With a great deal of excitement I ripped it open and tipped the contents on the bed, spreading it out so I could decide what to try on first. I peeled off my clothes and immediately put on a pair of the thong panties, they weren’t the mini G-string type, more they design intended to be invisible under clothes, tight fitting without being unpractical, next I put on the matching comfy looking bra. 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. A little shorter, changing my gate and using my hips not only felt more comfortable but it gave that deliciously sensitive spot and tickle as it nudged inside me. I was glad for the tightness of my trousers as my cock had nowhere to get hard and I knew that the position it was in nobody would be able to see it from the outside.

One thing the plug did do was make the usually boring walk to the shops more interesting, I can’t say if a passed any people I was too caught up in my own world. Something about wearing this outfit, and being turned on a little more with each step was quite addictive. I caught myself humming and occasionally giving out little yelps as a certain movement triggered a fizz of pleasure.

Arriving at the shop and seeing a small queue outside I suddenly felt a bit exposed, like someone would know what I was doing, what I had inside me, would point at me and call me out for being a guy in girls’ clothes. But nobody did, well if you call the guy a few places in-front of me not so subtly turning round and giving me the once over a few times, his expressions led me to believe he had no suspicions about what was between my legs at all.

Eventually inside, I grabbed a basket and filled it will all the items I had on my list. Standing still outside had given me time to cool down a bit, but it almost became a game of deliberately moving so that my plug would hit the right spot, at one point I backed up not looking behind me, and a cart being pushed collided with my ass, an almost direct hit on the plug and I let out a yelp. A sudden rush of pleasure fired through me and I gasped audibly. The old lady pushing the cart apologised profusely not realising that my squeal was not in pain, composing myself I insisted I was ok and she moved away. I really needed to calm down, I was sure there were laws about being this aroused in public.

Food supplies purchased I moved to the next shop to pick up a blender I had already pre-ordered online, that shopping experience was much more conventional without the borderline involuntary orgasm and I set off enroute back home. It was a mistake for me to not take the plug out before I left the house, while I had enjoyed it, I was getting that distinct feeling I was quite wet down there which was only getting worse with each step.

I took a break, stopping outside a shop which had quite shiny glass at the front. I could see my full length reflection and I smiled through the mask. I felt that swell of pride as I took in myself, the outfit was well put together, it fit incredibly well. If I had seen a girl looking like that I would have been 100% interested, although for her to be completely my type she would probably need bigger boobs. The padded bra wasn’t doing a bad job, but there was no denying that a bigger rack would totally top off the look.

I was snapped out of my daydream by a lady asking if I needed any help. I said I was OK, and she asked if I wanted to book a session. Bemused I looked at her for a second and then back to the shop front, before realising I was standing in-front of a beauty salon. Not waiting for my reply, she stated that she was called Jenny and it was her salon, she’d had a couple of cancellations and was actually free, and as she could see my split ends from there she would fit me in for a quick cut and dry.

I didn’t really know what to say, and before I knew what was happening she was guiding me inside. I placed my bags down and she ushered me into a stall. Sitting down I was immediately and abruptly reminded of what id sat on, the plug nudged in and I had to disguise my moan as a clearing my throat. She seemed genuinely happy as she ran her hands through my hair, asking me all sorts of questions about when it was last cut, what products I used and so on. It was all a bit of a blur but I was rapidly caught up in her enthusiasm that I found myself just agreeing with her suggestions.

I managed to blurt out that I had been trying to grow it, and the dye was recent. She talked through what she had in mind, and in all honesty it didn’t seem too drastic. Just a light cut and restyle, and some deep conditioning treatments to help improve my hairs finish.

I was transferred to the washing station where they applied all sorts of products, the conditioner was best as it came with a delightful head massage, each time they pushed down I felt the chair meeting the plug and I was rewarded with a nice wave or pleasure from my head to my bottom.

Once back in the stall she brushed through my hair and began making cuts while chatting about how crazy everything had been, I explained how I was on furlough and might lose my job in a few weeks and she offered some very sincere sounding comfort. The time flew by and in no time at all she was holding up a mirror to show me the back of my now perfectly cut and styled head of hair. She had kept its natural wave, but with all the products that had been used, it was smooth and caught the light with a beautiful shimmer.

She asked if I was happy with it and I expressed how much I liked it, it was perhaps one of the few remaining elements of my appearance that I hadn’t managed to successfully transform in some way. With my dyed streak still in place I really had pushed it up a notch. She commented that I could also do with a bit of eyebrow work and she wouldn’t have time for the full works, she could neaten it up a little. As I was in the chair and I’d already done this much I said why not and she got to work, plucking and shaping.