Thinking about being forced to wear a cute body suit and tight shorts out to the mall and we stop by a sex store first and you buy me a large dildo, several other toys and a new leash. You drag me to a public family bathroom and work the large dildo into me, bulging my tummy outwards. Walking is difficult but you manage to encourage me to stand up straight and walk normally.
It isn’t until mid way though shopping for new clothes (as I’ve grown out of my last pair of underwear) and shoes (as a gift since I did so good recently), that I realize you’ve been feeding me various foods and drinks. My tummy is full of food and my bladder full of piss.
I manage to tell you I need to pee but you ignore me and buy me a large tea, when I say I can’t because I need to pee, you give me a confused look “I thought you said ‘I want some tea’” you pass it to me and give me The Look which means I have to finish whatever you just gave me.
I whimper and slowly start to drink the tea. We are maybe three hours into our shopping trip and I’m already feeling full. You warn me that if we leave before our scheduled four hour trip is up, I’ll be punished. So you remind me to be on my best behaviour and drag me to try on underwear, then tight bodysuits and swimsuits, then various dresses, shorts that I can hardly button and dresses that hide nothing.
You finally buy me a pair of shorts that are one feeding away from popping the buttons off, a dress that hides nothing and is clearly a maternity dress, and two bodysuits that were too tight on me and squished all my belly out of its cutouts.
“45 minutes left love. Then we can drive home and you can ask about peeing then. Unless I get hungry, then we have to stop for groceries. You can handle another two hours right?”
