Camming Down the Rabbit Hole Ch. 06

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.

With a final flourish of tweezers she passed me a hand held mirror and I raised my brows at the reflection, they were really finely shaped, not too over the top, but undeniably feminine. With the make-up I still had on it completed my eyes and I couldn't believe what a difference it made.

She offered to book me in for a proper session in a month or so as they were largely booked until then, and added that they also provided other basic beauty therapies and skin treatments like Botox and fillers. I didn't really give an answer but decided to book my next session resolving that I could always cancel if I went back to my old job, and the thought of getting my hair properly dyed like my favourite cam girl was incredibly appealing.

She guided me over to the till and rang though all the bits and pieces she'd done as well as a handful of products she insisted I needed to use. I hadn't really thought about how much all of this was going to cost and was super relieved when she offered a sizable discount as a first time customer. Paying and picking up my other shopping I left the shop and set off home.

At every opportunity I couldn't help but check out my reflection, the way my hair now moved with the breeze, the feeling of it so soft on my shoulders. The treatments she had used had taken out a bit of the wave and it seemed much longer than it was before. I was walking on a cloud of happiness and not just from the plug still providing occasional anal stimulation.

Back home I prized myself out of the jeans, my cock had been confined for way too long and the pressure of trying to get hard inside the tight jeans was too much. As it popped free a large drip of precum emerged from my semi hard head, it must have been too tight for me to leak that much, even so my panties were soaked and there was even a damp spot on the crotch of the jeans.

I needed to take out the plug before it got me into any more trouble and I hopped in to a cold shower to take away the temptation of sorting myself out. Careful to not get my hair wet I dried and got dressed in another move comfortable outfit. I couldn't help flicking my hair each time it fell in-front of my eyes, the feeling of it was a constant reminder of how it now looked.

I made up a smoothy following the recipe online and enjoyed the taste as I drank a whole big glass down. The rest of the day passed uneventfully, and I started getting ready for the show early. Another set of saucy lingerie, plenty of makeup, big false lashes and a double application of the lip plumping gloss and I was ready. I admired myself in front of the mirror, with the hair finishing off the look I was sure to make it pay for itself.

The show was all about my hair, I couldn't help but flick and swoosh it over my head, the viewers responded to it really well, so many complements about everything I had on and how I looked. The encouragement only served to give me more confidence and I was offered my first private session for a substantial amount of money, it wasn't one of my regulars and I explained that I would only cum in-front of everyone since I had received so many tokens already. They seemed happy with that and for the next then minuets I responded to their every request, some spanking, plenty of sucking my fingers while stroking myself and saying their name. I had been so worked up from my trip out today that I just didn't care what they asked me to do, I would do it. They asked me to remove the plug and use my finger and I obliged, it didn't take me long to find my prostate and I suddenly had direct access to that magical button. Resisting the urge to finish myself I moved onto the next request which was to see if I could suck myself.

Sure I had tried this in my youth but got nowhere near, now however when I laid on my back and lifted my legs over my head, my new found flexibility revealed itself, I was a good few inches away, but not un obtainable. Like every guy I wondered what it would feel like to suck my own cock, and I was tantalisingly close, extending my tongue and pulling my legs down I had maybe three inches to go, but it wasn't going to happen tonight.

The timer ticked over and I resumed my non private show. Of course my fans wanted to see me try to lick myself and I showed that how far I was away, but promised I would keep trying especially if someone threw some tokens my way. I was by now very worked up and quite desperate to make myself cum. I sat on the edge of the bed, and assumed a new favourite position of grinding my ass with the plug inside on the bed, while my hand stroked my cock and teased and pulled my nipples.

It didn't take long for my balls to start to tighten, my cock begin to harden as it swelled ready to release its load. I pulled extra hard on my nipple and with the grinding of the butt plug mashing that perfect spot inside me I came string after string of cum into my hand. Before my afterglow had even begun to fade I was once again requested to eat my load. I dipped a finger and tasted it as I had done the day before. the smoothie I drank that morning had already had an effect as it was slightly better tasting, less bitter and a little sweeter. I went for a second tasted followed by a third. Each time I was rewarded with a rush of tokens, and the taste was really not that bad. If I kept drinking the smoothy and took the supplements when they arrived I don't think I would mind it so much, especially if each time I got a boost in tokens like I'd just had.

I signed off and once again cleaned myself up. In the bathroom I found a dribble of cum on my leg that much have shot past my hand and I scooped it up bringing it to my mouth. I slid it in and tried to dissect the taste and texture. I couldn't say that I would want more, but a little bit like that was perfectly fine. Showering and cleaning I got ready for bed in my new nightie and slept peacefully.

Awaking with the sunlight beaming in though the curtains, I was greeted with another ridged morning wood. Ignoring it, I made myself a juiced fruit concoction and waited for my cock to calm down. I dressed in my sports bra and leggings, completed a basic warmup exercise and stretch following the DVD to make sure I wouldn't pull anything again and set off out for another run in the park.

It was a lovely morning, the sun felt great on my skin and my ponytail swishing across my shoulders. I felt unbelievably energised, my legs felt fresh and I decided to keep doing loops of the park until I felt tired. I must have done 4 or 5 circuits before I felt a little discomfort. Once again pausing by the same bench I had done the other day. Catching my breath and casually stretching my legs against the bench to prevent them stiffening up I heard a familiar voice in the distance.

I looked up to see Marc bounding towards me saying hello, "fancy seeing you here" he said, to which I responded that it was my local park, where else would I go running, I wasn't cold deliberately but something about him always made me feel a bit defensive. I guess he was the type of guy that would have made my live a misery at school, so it was odd to be on the receiving end of his pleasantness.

He asked how my leg was and I said that it was fine, even stretching it out to show him that I had a good range of motion. It was only as I drew myself back up to standing that I realised I'd just given him a very good show of my ass. His now familiar goofy expression confirming that he had copped an eyeful. And rather than shy away as I had done the other day, I felt compelled to make him squirm some more.

I turned round giving him a direct view of my ass and made another stretch, loosely explaining how I had managed to stretch out the cramp from the other day, and how my core strength from doing yoga was really helping it all. It was all nonsense but he wasn't listening anyway, his eyes firmly glued on my body. It should have made me feel uncomfortable, but instead being able to turn this guy to jelly filled me with confidence. I even asked him what exercise I should do to make my ass bigger to which his eyes practically popped from his head.

He stammered a response, but was seriously struggling to put a coherent sentence together, it was then that I realised his jogging shorts were sporting a modest tent and he shifted his position to try and hide it. I grinned in victory, I couldn't believe that I had this power over a guy like that. The old me would have been so intimidated but this only served to boost my ego even more.

I made my excuses and set off jogging again, I looked back over my shoulder after a few paces and he still looked as flustered, taking a seat on the bench to hide his now very obvious erection, the whole encounter was strangely thrilling, and I had a buzz of energy the whole way home.

Back in my flat, I took note of the pace I'd managed on my run, a personal best including the break I had while I embarrassed Marc. I stripped and stepped into the shower. Despite being very sweaty my hair still looked good so I carefully wrapped it on my head to keep it from getting wet. The hot water felt amazing, and I took the buttplug from the side and slipped it in, after all I deserved a reward for the effort I'd just exerted. Soaping up my body, my nipples immediately hardened to the touch and my cock sprang to life. The horniness I woke up with had never really gone away, and the encounter in the park only served to exacerbate that.

It suddenly dawned on me that what I did to Marc was not really different to what I did on my cam shows every day. Yes it was not the same to do it in person, but the feeling of power and influence was intoxicating, the thought of me, my body and my actions being so influential over how someone feels was incredibly empowering. As a guy I never had that kind of gravitas. Yet now I had sometimes hundreds of people watching me and getting off to me.

As I ran my hands over my body a thought of Marc came back into my mind. What if he had been like my viewers, what if I had turned him on so much that he had to rush home and sort himself out. The thought sent a tingle up my spine, had I really become so able to do that to someone? How far could I have pushed it in the park before I was standing in front of me with a full blown hard cock? The thought made me laugh out loud but at the same time my body responded.