The enchanted armorer gave her a weird look. "It's the strongest armor we can make."
Pippa knew that to be true. They were enchanted with crazy amounts of power, and one enchantment boosted the defense the smaller the armor was. And yet... that was what made her heart race. She made a face of turmoil and dread as she held the two miniature pasties up in front of her. They were cerulean blue and looked like they would barely cover Pippa's nipples. Surely she couldn't be seen like that, walking around town showing off her breasts to everyone. The thought was right out of a nightmare, but Pippa could do little to stop it from invading her mind, filling all her thoughts with fantasies of walking through town, seeing the looks on people's faces as they saw the veteran dungeon runner dressed in this wholly slutty attire. It was a complete departure from her oversized cloak and hood.
She shifted her legs, then took a deep breath. "I guess it couldn't hurt to try them. Do you have a dressing room?"
"Yes. Through here." The armorer gestured, and Pippa walked through an archway and down a hallway. The hallway had the internals of the building further down the hallway, but also two doors: One a bathroom, and one the dressing room she was looking for. Sheepishly slipping through the door and locking it, she set to work getting ready. She pulled off her cloak and undershirt, leaving them in a pile on the floor. Hesitantly ditching her bra, she turned to the mirror in the dressing room and stared at herself in the reflection.
She was so petite, barely over five feet tall. Her breasts were small but pert. Her nipples were slightly more than half an inch long, and were just a shade of pinker than her skin tone. She saw her legs were shaking with nervousness, and so she tried to hold her breath as she took the first pasty and stuck it directly on her left nipple. The texture felt strange, and she looked down to see the pasty had hardened in a sort of suction cup that gripped her flesh tightly. It was still soft and flexible, but it held her nipple in place. This was simply horrific. She wanted to put all her clothes back on and run out of the store, but a secondary feeling that had been building kept her stationary, roiling and twisting in her guts. The first feeling was horrified disgust at the situation she had gotten herself into, but the second was something else foreign to her, brought on by her imaginations of exposure. Letting a shuddered breath out slowly, she grabbed the second pasty, this one on her right nipple, and stuck it on. Right as she did, she heard a heavy knocking on the door that made her jump.
"WHAT?!" Pippa shouted immediately, angry and embarrassed despite a locked door between them and whoever was outside.
"I forgot! There's one more thing you should know about the pasties. They convert pain into pleasure. Weird, but I guess that's why they're so defensively-minded." The armorer's voice sounded amused as he said this.
"Ex-cuuuuse me?!" Pippa yelped, but she already heard the armorer walking away, not without a hearty laugh that she could hear through the door. She turned toward the mirror and stared at her reflection again, eyes locked onto the two pasties covering her nipples. A rush of shame hit her at the sight, and she looked down, staring at her bare breasts with their nipple pasties, feeling like a completely different person from the confident dungeon runner that had left home this morning. She wanted to try the pain conversion enchantment, so she gave herself a pinch, which felt like nothing but instead brought about a light spark of warm pleasure in her chest. It felt pleasant, almost like a massage, and she found herself continuing to stare at the mirror, pinching parts of herself and letting momentary sparks of pleasure flow through her.
"What am I doing..." She murmured to herself. She found herself increasing the "pain testing" by ramping up the intensity of pinches and slaps, the heat of which became noticeable to her, making her squirm in pleasure in response to them. This was bad, she knew, but somehow she couldn't stop herself. It was too late; her eyes were locked onto her chest as she felt more intense sparks of pleasure wash over her, tingling in the places she'd been pinching or slapping. She'd never done this before, and she felt her brain shifting into something new, something foreign to her. She wasn't even sure if this was "her" anymore.
She started to feel something more than just tingles of pleasure as she continued to pinch and slap at her chest, her eyes still locked onto the mirror. She had lost track of time when she felt a wet warmth around her legs, and she looked down to find a dark stain forming in the crotch of her leggings. Her heart thundered in her chest as she realized she'd been masturbating while playing with herself in the mirror, and she felt a flash of embarrassment and shame at having done so, even though it felt good. And, not that Pippa was any sort of pervert who masturbated frequently, but she had done it via the abuse of her chest. She could only imagine what a fully wound up gut punch would feel like.
But all of this was wrong! She quickly grabbed her cloak and threw it on, holding the undershirt that she couldn't wear (How is that the same equipment slot as nipple pasties?) bunched up on one of her hands, then hurriedly headed to the front desk, her mouth trembling and her face steaming with embarrassment. She exited the hallway, and the armorer immediately looked down at her little outfit with a wide grin. "Do you like them? Good, now go find someone to try them out with you."
"What are you talking about?" Pippa demanded, taking a step back in fear at the thought that the armorer had noticed what she had been doing in the dressing room.
He scratched one side of his balding head. "You know, go dungeon running and see what they're like to wear. What did you think I meant?"
She huffed and quickly produced the money to pay for the pasties. She couldn't even look him in the face when she held out the money, letting him grab it from her before quickly retreating. She exited the store, and then froze as she stepped onto the cut stone of the main road, town folk passing by on either side of her. Her upper body was wearing nothing but two pasties on her breasts and a cloak wrapped around her shoulders that only covered her back and sides, leaving the front open like pulled curtains. The whole situation made her feel exposed, and she couldn't help but look down at her outfit in shame and embarrassment.
"Good god..." The only words that could escape her lips were a whisper as she felt her gut twist into knots of nerves. She could only imagine what people must have thought of her as they walked past her: A veteran dungeon runner who had gone full slut. She had to get it together, so, trying her best to ignore the feelings in her groin, she headed towards what she was going to do originally: Head to the adventurers guild and get a quest. She heard passing comments from those around her about her appearance, but she just ignored them all, hoping that no one would say anything to her directly. And for some reason, she couldn't stop lightly pinching her side as she walked. The sparks and heat that came from them calmed her, inexplicably.
When she arrived at the adventurers guild, she stopped outside and looked at the building. It was a grand three-story building made of stone that had a sign out front that read 'The Guild'. She worked up the courage and entered, the doors swinging open and everyone inside turning to see the poor half-covered girl. The receptionist cleared her throat, and slowly said, "...Pippa?"