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A simple commission about a young man being put on the spot by modern technology, only to be aided by the store's resident MILF.
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"Error. Please see clerk for assistance."
The stark voice of the self checkout was always more startling than it should have been, but at this moment it was even more upsetting. "No, not now..."
Bobby looked around fervently. He was the only one in the store, save for a bored clerk staring at her phone. The older woman hadn't noticed him yet, meaning his purchases were still a secret. For now.
"Maybe it was just a glitch?" He tried scanning the item again.
"Error. Please see clerk for assistance."
Okay, not the end of the world. Bobby would just buy the rest of the items and then go to the clerk. This one item was... innocuous enough. He grabbed the next item and quickly scanned it.
"Error. Please see clerk for assistance."
"No...."
He scanned the next item. "Error. Please see clerk for assistance." The next? "Error. Please see-" The next? "Error. Please see-"
"Error."
"Error.
"Nononono...."
Bobby had no choice. At least there was no one else in the store right now. He sent out a silent prayer that the woman wouldn't notice anything wrong.
Or at least wasn’t one of those suburban moms that made a fuss over everything.
"Excuse me?"
The woman didn't look up from her phone. "All purchases can be made from the self checkout."
"It says there's an error?"
The woman scoffed. "Of course it's broken on my shift." She tucked her phone away into her exposed cleavage. (Her pants would have been too tight to hold it anyway) "All right, how can I help you?" She looked down at him with tired eyes that were lightly touched by crow’s feet.
"I just.. need to make a purchase." The clerk nodded impatiently so Bobby started unloading his cart.
The older woman didn't bat an eye when he pulled out a flower pacifier. Or the multiple baby formula mixes. The oversized bottle raised an eyebrow though. The pink bunny onesie and frilly yellow dress made her smile knowingly. And when Bobby finally set the pack of adult sized "Bunny Bum" diapers on the counter, her smirk spoke volumes.
"Planning a bit of fun, big man?"
Bobby didn't respond, blushing and refusing to look the woman in the eye. Each "beep" of the scanner made him more and more nervous. What if someone walked in on... this?
The clerk took her sweet time scanning each item. Every individual *beep* on the scanner made Bobby flinch and cast a glance at the door. Not helping things was the commentary the woman gave on each item.
"Bottle is a bit big. Might want to water the formula down when you drink from it."
*beep*
"Such a cute design! Bunny Bums for a bunny boi!"
*beep*
"This color goes with your eyes perfectly! No wonder you chose it!"
*beep*
"And matching gloves! Aren't you fancy?"
*beep*
"Such cute socks!"
*beep*
"Perfect boots for waddling around in!"
*beep*
He was blushing so hard Bobby felt like his hair was going to catch on fire. Was this teasing or genuine praise? It was hard to tell from her tone, and even harder to not run away in embarrassment.
But he'd come this far, he didn't dare leave now!
Finally all the items were scanned and bagged. He was in the home stretch as he paid. (In cash cuz he would never put this purchase on record.) "Thanks- ahem- thank you very much."
The clerk giggled as Bobby gathered his bags. "My PLEASURE, young man. And remember if all that is too much, OR not enough, for you alone, just call this help number." She handed him one of the store business cards.
With a different phone number and address written on the back.
It took Bobby several seconds to process what this meant. He looked up at the older woman, who winked knowingly. "I'll... keep that in mind." Thoughts of being cuddled against that bountiful cougar chest filling his mind, he hurried out the door.
The clerk watched him go, steam practically venting from his ears. She'd probably be hearing from him again sooner or later. "They were right, programming that self checkout to give errors when someone buys stuff like that is a great way to meet new subs~"
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"Error. Please see clerk for assistance."
The stark voice of the self checkout was always more startling than it should have been, but at this moment it was even more upsetting. "No, not now..."
Bobby looked around fervently. He was the only one in the store, save for a bored clerk staring at her phone. The older woman hadn't noticed him yet, meaning his purchases were still a secret. For now.
"Maybe it was just a glitch?" He tried scanning the item again.
"Error. Please see clerk for assistance."
Okay, not the end of the world. Bobby would just buy the rest of the items and then go to the clerk. This one item was... innocuous enough. He grabbed the next item and quickly scanned it.
"Error. Please see clerk for assistance."
"No...."
He scanned the next item. "Error. Please see clerk for assistance." The next? "Error. Please see-" The next? "Error. Please see-"
"Error."
"Error.
"Nononono...."
Bobby had no choice. At least there was no one else in the store right now. He sent out a silent prayer that the woman wouldn't notice anything wrong.
Or at least wasn’t one of those suburban moms that made a fuss over everything.
"Excuse me?"
The woman didn't look up from her phone. "All purchases can be made from the self checkout."
"It says there's an error?"
The woman scoffed. "Of course it's broken on my shift." She tucked her phone away into her exposed cleavage. (Her pants would have been too tight to hold it anyway) "All right, how can I help you?" She looked down at him with tired eyes that were lightly touched by crow’s feet.
"I just.. need to make a purchase." The clerk nodded impatiently so Bobby started unloading his cart.
The older woman didn't bat an eye when he pulled out a flower pacifier. Or the multiple baby formula mixes. The oversized bottle raised an eyebrow though. The pink bunny onesie and frilly yellow dress made her smile knowingly. And when Bobby finally set the pack of adult sized "Bunny Bum" diapers on the counter, her smirk spoke volumes.
"Planning a bit of fun, big man?"
Bobby didn't respond, blushing and refusing to look the woman in the eye. Each "beep" of the scanner made him more and more nervous. What if someone walked in on... this?
The clerk took her sweet time scanning each item. Every individual *beep* on the scanner made Bobby flinch and cast a glance at the door. Not helping things was the commentary the woman gave on each item.
"Bottle is a bit big. Might want to water the formula down when you drink from it."
*beep*
"Such a cute design! Bunny Bums for a bunny boi!"
*beep*
"This color goes with your eyes perfectly! No wonder you chose it!"
*beep*
"And matching gloves! Aren't you fancy?"
*beep*
"Such cute socks!"
*beep*
"Perfect boots for waddling around in!"
*beep*
He was blushing so hard Bobby felt like his hair was going to catch on fire. Was this teasing or genuine praise? It was hard to tell from her tone, and even harder to not run away in embarrassment.
But he'd come this far, he didn't dare leave now!
Finally all the items were scanned and bagged. He was in the home stretch as he paid. (In cash cuz he would never put this purchase on record.) "Thanks- ahem- thank you very much."
The clerk giggled as Bobby gathered his bags. "My PLEASURE, young man. And remember if all that is too much, OR not enough, for you alone, just call this help number." She handed him one of the store business cards.
With a different phone number and address written on the back.
It took Bobby several seconds to process what this meant. He looked up at the older woman, who winked knowingly. "I'll... keep that in mind." Thoughts of being cuddled against that bountiful cougar chest filling his mind, he hurried out the door.
The clerk watched him go, steam practically venting from his ears. She'd probably be hearing from him again sooner or later. "They were right, programming that self checkout to give errors when someone buys stuff like that is a great way to meet new subs~"
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