The Shopping List (Patreon)

The automatic doors slid apart as the store's chime indicated a customer had entered the store. Bret trembled as the immediate breeze of the air conditioning hit his legs and arms where his skin was exposed. Shopping list in hand, he peered around anxiously as he marched toward the shopping aisles. He wanted to get in and get out as quickly as possible, unnoticed.

Unfortunately for Bret, his outfit would draw a lot of attention. If not the primary colorblock romper he was dressed in, the matching pacifier he was sucking on would certainly.

Bret looked at the first item on the shopping list: "cereal." He made a beeline for the aisle with all different colorful boxes of cereal stretching along its entirety. He grabbed a box of Cheerios from the shelf and looked at it. Cheerios were always Mommy's choice of cereal for him; she'd put them in a Ziploc bag for him to snack on while she pushed him in his stroller for a walk in the park. Bret practically stuck his tongue out thinking about it. He had grown sick of their bland, cardboard taste, especially without any milk.

His Mommy hadn't specified which type of cereal, Bret considered. Maybe he could grab a tastier option, feign innocence, and get away with it without enduring any spankings. Bret set down the box of Cheerios and looked around. He spotted the perfect option on the top shelf - Chocolate Cocoa Pebbles.

Bret made his way to the shelf, stretching his arms up to the max trying to grasp the inaccessible box of chocolatey goodness. He was too short - his embarrassing 5'5 stature couldn't reach to the very top. Maybe if he stood on the bottom shelf, it would give him the extra inches he needed to rea...

"Hello," a pleasant voice called out, practically causing Bret to stumble over. "Can I help you find anything today?" Bret turned to see one of the grocery employees approaching him. He had seen her before and had always had a little bit of a crush on her.

Bret was sweating; this was exactly the type of interaction he was trying to avoid! He popped his pacifier out into his hand as subtly as that could feasibly be done.

"Oh, um, I was just, um..." Bret stammered. "I was trying to reach.... the, uh..."

"That doesn't seem like a healthy option for a baby boy," the woman responded. "I'm sure your Mommy or Daddy wouldn't want you eating that."

"I... I'm not a baby, I'm twenty-four," Bret clarified. "I can choose my own cereal."

"Nice try, mister," the woman said, "You don't think I saw your diaper poking out from underneath your cute lil' romper? We've had boys and girls like yourself in the store before. No matter your age, you're still a baby. And store policy dictates that babies need to have their diapers visible at all times."

Bret scoffed, which immediately earned him a stern look from the worker. "But, but... I don't need..."

"Uh uh, you wouldn't be wearing diapers if you didn't need to use them," the employee interrupted. "And we're too understaffed to have to worry about adult babies having big accidents on the floor, so diapers must be on display."

"But..." Bret whined.

The employee didn't wait to hear Bret out; she immediately reached down and began to unsnap the crotch of the romper, causing Bret's large adult diaper to flop out from underneath. "Arms up," she instructed. Bret knew it was no use fighting - he had to be obedient to any adult. He lifted his arms and the woman lifted the romper over his head, leaving him completely shirtless with just a diaper and his sneakers to cover him up. A mother and her teenage daughter audibly snickered as they passed the shameful display in the aisle.

"Now," the woman said, grabbing the pacifier out his hand and placing it back in between his lips. "Pacifiers in, too. That's not a company policy, just a personal one." She giggled. "You can call me Ms. Wentworth. Let me see the rest of your shopping list while you fetch a cart for us, ok?"

Bret frowned. as he took the shopping list in his other hand and passed it to Ms. Wentworth, who beamed in contrast. He turned to grab a grocery cart from the front of the store and received a pat on his padded behind as he did.

He shied away from all the glances he received while waddling back to the front of the store. He may have been able to avoid some attention in clothes, but now that he was very publicly diapered all attention was on him.

Bret's Mommy had sent him to the store to prove that he could do the shopping all by himself. So much for that.

As he saw the cart availability, he threw his head back and stomped his foot in a mild temper tantrum. All of the normal grocery carts were taken. The only remaining option was a cart with a large pretend car at the front of it, so that babies (like him) could pretend they were steering an automobile whilst their Mommies or Daddies pushed them around the supermarket. As he pushed the only remaining cart back to the cereal aisle, he was certain that Ms. Wentworth wouldn't have him walking at her side.

Sure enough, upon return, Bret crawled into the driver's seat at Ms. Wentworth's instruction and their drive began as she directed him towards the next item on the shopping list: mac and cheese.

Ms. Wentworth turned the cart into the dairy aisle where two university cheerleaders with short outfits that showed off their legs shopped for charcuterie boards. As Bret "drove" past them with his arms crossed over his bare chest, the cheerleaders turned and giggled to each other.

"Slow down, hotrod," one of them teased.

"Ugh," the other moaned. "I love a man with a sick ride."

The two burst into laughter. All Bret could do was hide his burning face behind the fake steering wheel as Ms. Wentworth peeked through the mac and cheese boxes, looking for the best option.  There was the regular noodles, but of course, that wasn't babyish enough for little Bret. She shuffled through to find the most embarrassing option, past the SpongeBob and Scooby-Doo shaped ones.

As time went on, Bret shuffled in his seat as his bladder grew full. He started sweating, turning nervously between Ms. Wentworth and the chuckling cheerleaders. Before his Mommy put him in diapers, he could've held his pee for a long time. But now, the urgency to go was impending.

"What do we think?" Ms. Wentworth asked. "Do we like Paw Patrol?"

"Yes, yeah..." Bret responded desperately. from behind his binky. "Those are fine. But, Ms. Wentworth, I really need to-"

"Oh, wait!" Ms. Wentworth interrupted. "There's some Sesame Street ones in the back."

Bret bit his lip as his face turned red. His bladder was bursting and he couldn't hold it anymore. He let out a deep sigh as the hissing of his urine hitting the interior of his diaper was audible throughout the aisle.

"Oh my god!" one of the cheerleaders noticed. "He's pissing himself!"

"Ew, gross!" the other exclaimed. "Dude, you're, like, twenty five!"

Bret sat motionless as the last stream of pee flowed into his diaper, ignoring the mockery of the cute cheerleaders. His soaked diaper squished up against the front of his tiny fake car, pressing the wet diaper against his crotch. Bret just felt a wave of relief from releasing an enormous amount of liquid, delaying the shame he felt for publicly pissing himself.

Ms. Wentworth dropped the box of Big Bird and Elmo shaped cheesy noodles into the cart after long last. "See, I said boys like you need your diapers," she scolded Bret. "Don't worry, we'll get you changed into a fresh one... once we get to them on the list. Still quite a bit of shopping to go."

The cart began moving again and Bret's diaper squelched again as the force of the moving cart hit his diaper into his body. Bret simmered, knowing that his next diaper change would be a wait. He wasn't a stranger to sitting in a wet diaper, but never so on display in this fashion. Onlookers continued to point, tease, or pinch their nose as he was pushed through the many aisles of the store, collecting dinosaur chicken nuggets, vegetables to puree, and gallons of baby formula.

Finally, "Last thing: diapers," Ms. Wentworth read off the list, pushing the cart into the baby section.

"Let's see here," she said, looking back at the list. "It just says 'diapers.' Does your Mommy usually get a particular brand?"

"Just da' regulah cheap ones," Bret lisped behind his pacifier.

Ms. Wentworth scoffed, "No wonder you're leaking through them so easily! Tell you what, let's get you some premium packs and I'll gift them to your Mommy at the store discount! And we'll need to get a bunch of them, seeing as you probably blow through them in less than a week, you little diaper filler!"

Bret ignored the declarative taunting and remained apathetic to how deluxe his disposable diapers would be until Ms. Wentworth began grabbing packs of diapers that were adorned with pink unicorns and glitter and adding them to the cart.

"Wait!" Bret yelled. "Can't you get the ones with trucks on them?" He felt silly asking for a certain pattern of diaper, but the only thing worse than walking around in soaked diapers was walking around in soaked GIRLY diapers.

"Nonsense," Ms. Wentworth replied, adding a fifth and sixth pack to the cart. "Your Mommy's going to think you are so adorable in these! You know what, we can get your the matching pacifier and bonnet... oh, and we have a cute bonnet that we can throw in!"

"Umm..." Bret stuttered, mortified. "None of dat's on Mommy's shoppin' list!"

"It's on the house!" Ms. Wentworth cackled. "My treat!"

Ms. Wentworth basically jogged up and down the aisle out of excitement, throwing all sorts of baby items into the cart as if she were a witch adding different potions to a cauldron. "Now, let's change the baby," Ms. Wentworth said, pushing the cart out of the aisle and towards large metal doors that lead to the backrooms of the grocery store.

She opened the car door up for Bret, allowing him to scoot out of the confined space and stand up for the first time in a while. As he stretched, his full diaper drooped towards the ground, landing halfway down his thigh. Ms. Wentworth took Bret by the hand and escorted him to a busy employee's rest area where all attention went towards the pair.

"Another accident," Ms. Wentworth explained nonchalantly to the crowd.

"Already?" one employee said. "We just got rid of the smell from the last diaper blowout."

"Just peepee this time," Ms. Wentworth clarified, further causing Bret to blush.

"Do you want me to change him?" a younger female employee asked. "I babysit my boyfriend's wife all the time. I'm practically the best adult diaper changer on the planet!"

"I could use all the helping hands I could get with this guy," Ms. Wentworth said. "His diaper's practically scraping against the ground!"

Three women followed Ms. Wentworth and Bret to a changing table where Bret was forced to lay down as his drenched diaper was untaped and removed, exposing his dripping member to the ladies. Stifled laughter followed. Bret covered his eyes as if that would make it so they couldn't see him. He wasn't sure whether they came to help with his diaper change or just as curious observers.

"Oh stop," Ms. Wentworth rebuked her coworkers' laughter. "It's cute!" Ms. Wentworth pulled a wipe from a pack of baby wipes and took Bret's flaccid willy in her hand with it, waving it around like a plaything. She eventually started wiping it down, stroking it in a way that got Bret's blood pumping. "Sure, it's basically useless for sex. But, it's perfectly pleasant to see when opening up a diaper! You almost want to wrap it up in a bow!"

She reached to the side and grabbed something small, pink, and phallic, displaying it to Bret. "Or... wrap it in a chastity cage!"

Bret's eyes widened as Ms. Wentworth lowered the device towards his crotch. Two of the other women had to hold him down on either side as he started to squirm. "Wait, wait, wait!" he pleaded. "My Mommy didn't put this on the list!"

"She will love it!" Ms. Wentworth grinned. "I'm sure she hates cleaning up sticky messes in her baby boy's diaper. It's all included! Just lay still!"

Bret silently sobbed as the cage was slipped over his limp dick and locked into place. He hesitated to even look down, afraid that the sight of his sex locked away in a pink cage would be stuck in his mind.

Little did Bret know, that wasn't even the worst of his new shopping items. A large pink butt plug was pulled from the cart next. The women moved down to his legs and lifted them over his head, exposing his anus to Ms. Wentworth who aimed the plug towards it with sniper precision. Bret burst into tears as the plug entered his asshole, filling him completely. It continued deeper and deeper as Bret's cheeks got tenser and tenser.

"This'll hold in any stinky messes," Ms. Wentworth explained. "Mommy will love that both ends are plugged up. Now we can get dressed."

First, the fresh pink, glittery diaper was taped over his plug and cage, sealing his own sex parts further away from his own reach. Then, his red and blue pacifier was removed, leaving a long line of spittle from the bulb to his mouth as it was pulled away. It was replaced with a clear, pink one that was filled with little glittery stars to match his girly diapers! Ms. Wentworth pulled a large pink baby bonnet out of the cart and tied it around his head. Lastly, she slipped a pair of fuzzy pink baby booties onto his feet. Bret took her hand and sat up on the changing table, feeling utterly emasculated.

"Awww," the women all cooed simultaneously.

Ms. Wentworth walked Bret and their shopping cart to the front of the store. The stares felt even more humiliating this time then they had when he had entered the store or when Ms. Wentworth had carted him around the store romperless. It seemed that, no matter what, Bret's situation got worse and worse. He found himself longing for the states of dress that he had previously been ashamed of.

He had come into the store trying to avoid attention or teasing and now was leaving as what felt like the center of the Earth's sneering.

Worst of all, as they approached the counter with the cart, Bret's Mommy was standing there.

Initially, arms crossed, Mommy's hands went to her cheeks at the sight of Bret's new ensemble. "Wow, that is so cute!" she beamed. "Is that what took you so long? You promised Mommy you could do this on your own!"

"Oh, it was our pleasure!" Ms. Wentworth told her. "Baby Bret was trying to buy some sweets and made a mess of his diaper, but our staff were happy to change him into a fresh one."

"Oh goodness," Mommy frowned. "I'm so sorry he caused you so much trouble."

"Mommy, I didn't-" Bret started.

"Hush now, grown-ups are talking," Mommy cut him off before turning back to Ms. Wentworth. "How much do I owe you?"

"It's on the house," Ms. Wentworth disclosed. "I also threw in some coupons. I know he's going to blow through those diapers and the prices can be so expensive nowadays! We don't want Bret having to go peepee in his pants, do we?"

"You're a saint," Mommy praised Ms. Wentworth. "And I promise, Mommy will be shopping with Bret from now on. It was my mistake thinking he could act like a big boy all on his own. Time to get going, Bret. Say bye-bye to the nice lady!"

Bret made eye contact with the woman who had caged, plugged, and diapered him. She had ruined everything, taken away his chance to act like an adult again, humiliated him throughout the store, and ensured he would never be seen as responsible by his Mommy.

Although, maybe he was trying to remove the blame from himself. He had tried to sneak the sugary treats. He had an accident in his pants after only a few short minutes. He had squirmed around on the changing table with as his little prick got wiped clean. That sounded an awful lot like a baby to him. Maybe Ms. Wentworth was just helping as anyone would if they saw a little boy too young to be shopping on their own. Maybe Mommy was right - he wasn't responsible enough.

And so, he clenched his fists and said "bye-bye" as he bit down on his new pink pacifier. Mommy lead him from the store to his car seat where he belonged. Bret looked back at the supermarket as they drove off. He knew him and his Mommy would be back soon - he couldn't deny he'd need more diapers in the very near future.