Lay Oopa's Admirer

All characters over 21 years of age

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Chapter 10

The sun attempted to burn through the ever-present smog of the valley of Bowser when Kara, Klay, and the four ladies set out to the castle town below their tower. The female magikoopa hoped going to the shops first thing in the morning would draw the least attention as they went about their errand. The again-hooded Klay, as usual, followed somewhat behind trying to keep up. After what felt like a long journey through labyrinthine corridors and then muddy streets, they had arrived. As the six walked through a double door entrance they passed under a large wooden sign--"The Belle Shell" it read.

Within the unassuming walls of the shop was a surprisingly large showroom with shells lining almost every surface. They were divided into sections based on make and model, with more colors than one could list. The female koopa sales associate's head shot up as a small bell rung with the arrival of the six customers. She wore a smart purple shell, her long shiny black hair tied in a ponytail. As she approached the unusual visitors, it was obvious she had the features of a young lady around Klay's age.

"To what honor do we owe having such distinguished guests in the Belle Shell?" The cute koopa asked. "Are princesses going to start wearing shells?"

"Hello! We are here to help our little friend pick out a brand new shell!" Daisy said in a cheerful manner. "I think he needs an new look." With that, she pulled back Klay's hood revealing his face to the employee.

"Well, I think I can help you. My name is Kylie. Let's head over to the men's section and pull a few possibilities. What's your name, young man?" Kylie asked a speechless Klay.

"I-I-I'm Klay. Nice to meet you." The cloaked turtle responded. "There's a private place to try on shells, right?"

"Of course! Let's see what you like and we can send you back there." Kylie said cheerfully. With that the assembled six walked across the showroom inspecting the wares. Klay made sure to remember Daisy's advice from the night before--a tough new look might elevate his image in Kara's eyes. With that in mind, Klay chose various shells to try on, but all having an imposing element to them. Each time Klay selected a "manly" shell, Rosalina let out an almost inaudible snort in amusement. Knowing everything that she did about her little turtle, she had trouble thinking of him as such a bruiser.

Before long, Klay had three shells that he liked ready for him in the changing room. Kara had wanted to enter the small, mirrored room to help Klay pick his new shell, but he insisted he could do the testing himself. Klay threw off the old robe he was wearing revealing his nakedness to the mirror. He stared at his reflection for a moment, fixated on the tiny pink button where a hanging penis should be. "Alright, time for a new look. No one's going to call me Peepsie with the right shell." Klay first tried the jet-black shell on, finding it to be a nice fit and lightweight. Then the shell with spikes on the back, making him look like a koopaling-- just a diminuitive one. Finally, he tried on the grey camouflage pattern shell, which seemed a little heavier, but still comfortable.

"I think I like this one the most." Klay said as he exited the changing room, now wearing sunglasses to complement the grey-camo shell. He struck his most confident pose, hands on hips and a small smirk on his face. Kara seemed fixated on him now, looking him up and down.

"You look very dashing! This is not a koopa I would want to meet in a dark alley." Daisy said, trying to be supportive. A proud smile came on her face as she saw the little koopa was trying to take her advice. Pauline rolled her eyes at the idea of Klay being a tough guy.

"An excellent choice! Should I get the shell and sunglasses ready for check out?" Kylie said with enthusiasm.

"Well, just a moment. I want to see something. Klay come here." Peach said now walking into the changing room with Rosalina. Daisy, Kara, Kylie, and Pauline remained just outside, the door to the room still ajar. "Klay, are you sure this fits correctly? The doctor wanted you to get a shell as soon as possible, but we must remember her other recommendation to you." Klay stood silent for a moment trying to understand what the princess meant before Peach started to speak again. "You know. She wants you to take care of your 'business' many times a day so you don't have accidents. Remember?"

"She means that Dr. Tuttle wanted you to piddle on a set schedule. Are you able to do that in this shell?" Rosalina added, trying to clarify for her little charge. His cheeks began to turn rosy red. "You know how boys take tinkles standing up? Is it going to be easy enough with this shell?"

"I-I'm fine. I'll be able to do that." Klay said tersely in an attempt to end the conversation. He looked past Peach and Rosalina to see the other women waiting outside the changing room, Kylie in particular. She looked somewhat puzzled by what she thought she heard, but kept a professional straight face.

"Show us. We just want to help you get better. Just pull it out now like you were going to do your little business." Peach said. Klay looked around the room nervously, trying to find an excuse to change the subject.

"I'm alright. I already did it before I came out." Klay fibbed with a cracked voice.

"I hope you are not lying, Peepsie. If you did it before, you can do it again." Rosalina said now with a stern look on her face. The two princesses were unwavering in their insistence.

"I--uh--I don't know how." Klay managed to stutter out, knowing he had been caught in his lie.

"Well there's no need to act like a big tough guy. If you don't know something, you have to ask, little one." Rosalina said. "Excuse me, Kylie! Can you show us something on these shells? How does a fly work on a shell like this?" Kylie made a perplexed face as she walked into the dressing room, no doubt at the question about something so rudimentary.

"Well, I guess you ladies have never worn a shell..." Kylie said while shooting a confused look at Klay, who should know all about this subject. "Anyways, the towards the bottom of every male shell is a flexible codpiece, usually with the opening along the lowest horizontal seam. Boys just pull the seam apart and take out their...uh...thingies." Kylie said in as a professional way as possible. "See?" she said as she put her arm into the leg-hole of one the discarded shells and wiggled her finger through the fly of the shell.

"Thank you, Kylie. We'll just be another minute or so." Peach said. Kylie left the dressing room and closed the door behind her. "Okay, Klay, show us how you're going to make your tinkles and we can get out of here." Klay reached down to the lower section of his shell and began to fumble about. He was able to slip his finger into the seam on the front, but kept awkwardly moving his hands back and forth. He swayed forward and back trying different positions. Finally he stood still with his hands at the crotch of the shell.

"There, all done. Let's get out of here." Klay said in a faux nonchalant way. His hands were holding the seam on the front wide open from either side, but there was nothing coming through the seam. No appendage, not even a shadow of one. Klay tried not to look at the two princesses now kneeling before him, both squinting to discern what they were seeing.

"Klay, you have to pop it out the hole." Peach said in a slightly annoyed tone. "You can't leave it inside. You'll just pee on yourself."

"Yes, stop being silly, Peepsie. Try pushing your hips forward." Rosalina said.

"Like this?" Klay said, as he shifted his weight pushing his hips as far forward as possible without falling over.

"Let me help you." Rosalina said impatiently. As she reached into the small hole with her slender hands, she noted a good amount of negative space before she encountered Klay's pubic area. After a moment of dragging her slim fingers around his pubis, she finally found his tiny micropenis, nestled up as close as ever to his body. The space princess grazed his tight soft scrotum as she attempted to grip the spout she was trying to pull into position. She pulled and pulled on the tiny nub, but it would snap back into its owner quickly every time. Klay issued small "ow!" at every failed attempt. Eventually Rosalina sat back in defeat and stared at the void.

As Rosalina sat, memories of her first night meeting Klay came back to her mind. When she observed him in the Cracked Shell Tavern, she was puzzled by why he bypassed the urinals in the bathroom completely and sat on a toilet in the stalls. She had thought it might be due to the size of his micro-genitalia, but she had not realized the physical impossibilities until now. "Klay's little winky doesn't even get close to the opening of the shell." Rosalina thought. "The penis is supposed to be like a hose, but his is just the spigot. Oh, my poor baby. I see why he's had potty troubles for so long..."

"Well, this isn't getting us anywhere. Are all the shells you've tried on this size?" Peach said staring at Klay with a pleading look on her face. Klay just nodded, again unable to look either princess in the eyes. "Kylie please come in!" Peach yelled through the door. The raven-haired koopa entered, her hopes of making an immediate sale dashed as she saw her customers' long faces. "Kylie, we need to go down in size for Klay. You must have smaller shells?"

"We do, although, we'd have to go to the other side of the store. It's a different section, different changing area and all that..." Kylie said. She again seemed confused by her customers, but she did want to please the famous foreign royals. "You have to leave these shells here. We're just going a short way over." Kylie exited the room waiting for the rest to follow her.

"Well, let's go, Peepsie." Rosalina said sweetly as Peach left the room to follow Kylie. "Just leave the shell here." Klay did as he was told as soon as he reasonably sure Kylie wouldn't see him as he undressed. Soon the grey-camo shell was again on the floor and Klay was covering his shame with both hands as he scoured the room.

"Where's my robe?" The tiny turtle asked. "I left it right here..."

"Peach must have taken it, Peepsie." Rosalina said in a childish tone. "It's got to be a short walk to the other section. Just keep your little peepee covered with your hands, that shouldn't be too hard." She said with a giggle.

"But what about Kylie?" Klay whined.

"I'm sure she's seen a bumbum before, plus yours is very cute. Don't worry she's very professional." Rosalina said in sweet but dismissive tone. With that she gave Klay a swat on the bottom to get moving out the door. The rest of the women tittered openly when they saw Klay come out naked, covering his little bits. Kylie smirked at the absurdity of the very embarrassed Koopa man before her, noting he seemed to act like a scared little boy now that he wasn't in his tough shell and sunglasses. The short walk felt like an eternity to Klay who was a faint shade of red all over from embarrassment. The store now had at least one or two customers near the front as some time had passed. Klay darted quickly between aisles to avoid being seen like this. As he cupped his genitals, he felt them retract even more than usual from the embarrassment and running, barely making an imprint on his hands.

As they reached the other corner of the store, Kara looked about the new room they were in. The walls were powder blue with little fluffy clouds and green hills painted on. There were childish illustrations of smiling piranha plants, happy wigglers, and rainbow cheep cheeps in the painted landscape. In the center of the room was a slightly raised platform and a three-angle mirror. To one side there was an assortment of shells behind a counter.

"Wait is this the children's section?" Kara asked in a distracted tone as she continued to admire the walls.

"Well, it serves young adult all the way down to baby." The purple-shelled sales associate began to say. "Don't worry, buddy. You're probably just a little more petite, but we all come in different shapes and sizes. I'm sure we can find a shell that fits you perfectly." Kylie stared the pathetic koopa up-and-down as she prepared to get a new shell for him to try. Klay stood naked and petrified, his hands still buried between his legs. Kara stood behind Klay admiring his backside with a blushing smirk.

"He actually has a very cute butt, you know?" Kara whispered into Daisy's ear.

"He certainly does." Daisy said getting a small flutter in her chest at Kara's observation. She had so hoped Klay's good qualities would shine through to his crush. "Maybe they are!" Daisy thought to herself.

"Alright try this one on first." Kylie said grabbing a blue shell with lightning bolts on it. "It's meant for teens, but sometimes we give it to smaller adults."

"He's definitely a 'small' adult." Pauline said to no one in particular. Kylie shrugged off the comment and waited for Klay to respond.

"Where are the changing rooms here?" Klay said looking around nervously.

"Well little kids don't need--I mean it's just that..." Kylie struggled to find the words that would hurt the little turtle's ego the least.

"It's a family changing room. We know you like family now, so get changing. I'm sure Kylie will turn around. Sorry. He's a little shy." Rosalina said.

"Not a problem. I'll just turn around like you said." Kylie said with an innocent giggle. She walked over to Kara and faced away from Klay. The two made small talk as the four princesses stayed near the wimpy little koopa.

"Okay hands up! Lets try this one!" Rosalina said. Despite what she knew about Klay, she hoped( against the odds) that they could find him a "usable" shell today. Klay raised his hands straight into the air and three different angles of his nudity were apparent to all looking at the mirrors. In this pose he looked like a very underdeveloped gymnast finishing a routine.

"Okay, shells on. How does it feel, Klay?" Peach asked after he donned the new shell.

"A little snug...I could get used to it though." Klay replied. He moved in place a bit trying to break in the carapace.

"Alright, well go ahead." Rosalina said and then whispered: "Peepsie, take out your Peepsie." After the shock of the demand wore off, Klay again engaged in the familiar fumbling with the cod piece of the shell. He had his eyes wrenched shut and tongue sticking slightly out of his mouth as he struggled to poke his pink head out of the fly. After almost a minute, Rosalina swatted his hands a way and attempted to coax his tiny penis out as she did before. "Maybe if I grab the whole 'package,' it can all just be out." She though to herself as she held on to Klay's penis and scrotum together between two fingers. The same result came as Klay shrieked in pain and his little nub was still not visible in the hole. Rosalina could tell there was still too vast a space in the crotch of the shell for him to reach.

"How's it going back there?" Kylie said in a polite but inquisitive way after hearing Klay's yips.

"We need a smaller size." Peach said in a subdued tone, worried for poor Klay's feelings.

"Why would you need a smaller size?" Kara said this time, unaware of the issue Klay's shortcoming presented in shell-sizing. Daisy quickly rushed over to Kara and Kylie as she remembered this was Klay's chance to possibly improve his image. Letting on that he was incapable of peeing like a man would certainly not help the way Kara viewed him. Having a tiny penis was one thing, but not being able to use it in the same way as other men was almost worse--or so Daisy thought.

"Oh, it's nothing. Klay's just lost some weight... I think and he's really becoming quite svelte. " Daisy lied through her teeth. She had to resist laughing at how incongruous it was calling the pudgy little koopa "svelte." "Let's just try a size smaller, okay?

"Very well." Kylie said as she went over to the counter and fetched another shell. She walked over to Klay and placed next to him a bright red shell with little karts printed all over the back. It did look a good deal smaller than the last shell. "This is our next size down, hun." Kylie said looking at Klay first and then at Rosalina.

"Why does it have childish print on the back? Don't you have just plain shells in this size?" Klay asked disappointed. He looked down at the shell dejected.

"That's the thing, sweetie..." Kylie began. Her tone had slowly changed from professional and enthusiastic to sympathetic and motherly. "The sizing is really more by age group. This is for adolescents, so we put things they may like on them. I'm sure no one would mistake you for a kid, though." Again, Pauline snorted at Kylie's last statement. If only the raven-haired koopa knew who Klay had been masquerading as this whole time. "I'll be over there again, turned away if you need me." Kylie finally said.

Much the same as before, Klay nervously disrobed and put on the new shell, but not before giving his four mommies another view of his cute little bits.

"Alright, Pipsqueak, how is this one treating you?" Pauline said, obviously growing tired of this exercise. She stuck her finger in the neck hole of the shell, her cool index finger touching Klay's neck and giving him a shiver. "It seems pretty tight, actually."

"Yeah it's kind of uncomfortable." Klay said looking up at Pauline. "I really liked the other shells more."

"It's not about what you like, it's about what works for you and your little friend." Rosalina said rubbing Klay's arm. "Go ahead and see if you can find your little doodle through the hole." Klay looked over to Kara and Kylie hoping they didn't hear the space princess's last command. They seemed to be discussing something else entirely-- thankfully. Klay again began the process of opening the seam at the bottom of his shell, becoming more adept at least at this first task. The fly was open, Klay was thrusting his hips forward, but still no one could see his little monty mole. Rosalina opened her mouth to speak, but was interrupted by Pauline holding a discarded shell in her hands.

"Look sweetie, maybe you just don't understand what we're asking for." Pauline started to say in a sort of baby-talk voice, giving a look of faux concern. She put her arm inside the shell she was holding and pushed her pinky out of the seam in the crotch. "See, pretend my pinky is your little weewee. We want it to come out of the hole. That's how you're going to tinkle." Pauline now had a devilish smile on her face as she looked again at her wiggling small finger and the shell. She pulled her pinky in back through the seam so now only the very tip of it could be seen poking through. "Sorry, this is more what yours will look like, I don't want to confuse you."

"That's enough, Pauline. I'm sure he gets the point." Daisy said, trying to stop her friend's grandstanding from catching the attention of Kara or Kylie. "You can do this Klay. Let's just get one more size down, Rosalina."

"I think you're right, Daisy. Kylie, we need one size down!" Rosalina ordered. Kylie and Kara were now more suspicious than before and openly made faces of disbelief. Despite her better judgement, Kylie knew the customer was always right. After rustling behind the counter for a moment, she came back to the women and their koopa with a small pink shell with little leaves printed on the back.

"I really must warn you, this is our pre-school shell, some call it a 'trainer-shell' or a 'big boys.' The one he's wearing already looks pretty tight. " Kylie said as she pointed to Klay. "Even if he gets it on, it's not as hardy as the shells for the older kids."

"Thank you, Kylie. We're almost done. I promise." Peach replied. With that, Kylie returned to the other side of the room and turned away from the small turtle. The same exercise was repeated as he removed the current shell and gave all the princesses another free show. Unlike before, Klay required some extra pushing and shoving from Pauline and Peach to get the new small shell over his body. After some doing, Klay stood with his new "big boy" shell, obviously uncomfortable at how tight it was.