(Rating: 3/5 (typical ABDL), CW: m/m, public setting, diaper change, mention of genitals, teasing and embarrassment.)

Saturday morning at the mega-size grocery store. A couple walks back and forth in the aisles of goods, picking a thing here or there to add to their cart. A tall, muscular man with a luxurious mane of hazelnut hair pushes the cart with one hand, and holds the hand of a shorter, rounder blond guy with the other. They’re looking for their weekly refresh of food, cleaning supplies… and adult-sized diapers.

Together, they’re making their way towards the back of the store, where all supplies for fully-grown babies are located. The blond one’s face definitely shows he’d rather be anywhere but here. It’s always so embarrassing. At least, he thinks, not many people wander to this side of the store, and there wouldn’t be too many pairs of eyes to gawk at them.

Yet today, a small parlor has been set up near the display shelving, and a middle-aged woman seems to be manning it. She immediately waves the couple hello as soon as they draw near.

"Sir? Sir? Hello! If you’d be so kind as to give me a little bit of your time, I have something to ask you two."

The taller of the two men raises an eyebrow. She was obviously setting them up for a sale. He replies in his low voice: "Go on."

"May I ask you which brand of diapers you're using with your friend here?" she continues in a candid voice.

"Oh!” reacts the brunet, already hooked. “He wears Tushies with active bands, double XL. And for sleeping times, he's more of a Nighty-Nights kind of guy."

Blondie’s cheeks turn a sharp shade of pink as the woman beams them a large smile. "Of course! They're a great combination for all day long wear. But don't you have some issues with fitting, sometimes?"

The taller man glances at his friend. Their expression tells it all without the need for words. Oh yeah. There have been “accidents” with fitting before. The kind that required a wash of their common bedsheets.

Without missing a beat, the woman continues her selling pitch: "I'm here to present to you our newest model, the Charming ChubCut with a double ventral protection. Guaranteed to make your baby feel safer and protected around the clock!"

The blond’s cheeks have shifted from pink to red, and the color is slowly spreading to the rest of his face as the brown one lets out a laugh. "’Chub’ cut? Really? Are you calling my boyfriend fat?"

She waves that away with her own crystalline laughter. "I wouldn’t dare, sir! But let me tell you a secret: my husband has the exact same build as your friend here, and these diapers really made a difference in our life.”

She points at a changing table behind her, surrounded on all sides by curtains that proudly beam their Charming branding for everyone to see. “Would you like to get a free sample? Our facilities are at your disposal. I could show you how to put them on properly?” It wasn’t as much of a question as it was a set plan unfolding in a vaguely interrogative way.

The chubby baby, now redder than a tomato with a tan, squeezes the hand of his partner with all the strength he can muster. "N-no, thank you,” he stutters, “that won’t be necessary, I will be fi-EEEEP!" His protests turn into a squeal as his boyfriend grabs his pampered groin, producing an unmistakable squishy sound.

"Nah, a free change sounds good right now," he replies with a twinkle in his eye.

"Perfect! Let’s get on with it!" agrees the lady as she claps her hands. She cheerfully invites them to lay on the padded stretcher at the back of her booth. In short notice, the round boy’s pants are removed, and he ends up laying on the thin mattress, hidden behind the barest of privacy provided by the curtains. The saleswoman expertly undoes the four tapes of his sodden padding and gives him a quick wipe down.

The oversized toddler fidgets his fingers nervously as he lays there, showing his bare bottom in full to a woman he had never seen before. At the first chance he gets, he grabs his boyfriend’s hand and squeezes it with an iron grip.

"Hey babe, what's going on?" asks the brunet as he returns the grip.

"I-I just don't like being changed in p-public," stuttered the blond one.

"Nobody can see you in here, you know? There’s just you, me, and the nice lady."

"A-are you s-sure nobody c-can see us?" he whines. "I-I-I still don't like it..."

"What?" laughs his significant other. "Are you scared someone will draw the curtain and take a picture of your adorable little dick?"

"S-STOP!” yelp the small one. “It's not f-funny!"

“All done!” suddenly chimes the lady. The two men had been so focused on their discussion that they hadn’t noticed she was done taping the new diaper in place.

She invites him to stand up, and like a proud mother, spins him around so he can showcase all the new features of his fresh change to his daddy. "As you can see,” she explains in a well-oiled speech, “the waistband’s shape has been specifically designed with plus-sized babies in mind. It prevents anything inside from escaping above the hem, therefore eliminating the risk for any kind of surprise. The elastic bands are extra-strong and will help him stay snug all day! And of course, you can count on the Charming patented bulk to keep him dry, day and night, whether he runs around or sleeps soundly!”

Her pitch sounded so much like the language used in TV commercials that the newly diapered baby can’t help but feel embarrassed.

"You do look nice in these", says the older man while scratching his chin. The diaper was peppered with little teddy bears of various colors, each of them wearing their own colorful diapers. "What do you think, sweetie?"

The blond baby smiles as his fingers run around the contours of his new underwear, prodding and feeling the plastic under his touch. "Yeah..." he mumbles softly. "T-they feel nice... and comfy..."

"If I can help you make a decision," chimes the saleswoman, "I will give you a 50% coupon on your first purchase, since your baby has been such a good boy today!"

"Well, that settles it," he nods in agreement. "At half-price, I'm willing to take that in addition to his usual ones. If he likes them, we’ll see if we switch to this brand."

“Of course, sir! It has been my pleasure to help you today,” she concludes as she drops one pack of ChubCuts in his caddie and hands him the coupon. She silently invites them to leave the booth so she can clean it before her next demonstration.

The brunet thanks her as he grabs and folds his boyfriend's trousers, storing it next to the pack of diapers in the cart.

"Hey!” protests the small one. “D-don't, I need to put them back on!"

"Nah,” replies the tall one placidly, “I think you need to walk a bit like this, so I can see if they stay snug when you move around."

"B-b-b-but e-everyone is going t-to see me!"

"Don't worry, kid. With that much bulk around it? Nobody will notice your little birdie."

"D-DADDY! STOP IT!"