Chapter 3: You Have No Idea What’s in Store for You

“Quit fussing, Baby.”

Mommy and Daddy call me Baby, and although they’re more partners than parents, the two of them are still the closest thing I have.

Mommy was in charge around here, but Daddy was the fun one. She liked being strict with me: enforcing rules, giving out instructions, setting bedtimes. He was her rock, as well as her anchor. Daddy liked to play: loading me up with hugs and kisses and all sorts of physical attention.

What was I, I wondered? If she was the sense, and he was the nonsense, what about me?

“There! It’s perfect!” she said once she was done. “You’re adorable!”

“But you can see my diaper!” Flustered, I tugged at the hem of my short flowery dress, trying to pull it down some more. “Can I at least wear something underneath?”

“It’s going to be fine, sweetheart. Relax. Mommy needs to be able to check your padding while we’re out, but no one else is going to notice, I promise.”

I protested with, “What if they do, though?”

“Baby girl.” She said sternly. “You have words for this, you know. Otherwise I’m gonna spank you for all this pouting. Don’t make me get the paddle.”

Baby doesn’t like the paddle very much. Admittedly, there were times when I did, but this wouldn’t have been one of them. There was a big difference between a playtime paddling and a punishment paddling. When Mommy wanted to teach me a lesson, I knew it was going to hurt.

“Do I have to go to the store, Mommy? Daddy isn’t going. Why can’t I stay home with him?”

“Because we’re not shopping for Daddy. We’re shopping for Baby.” She said, “Do you wanna bring anything with you? Some toys? A blanket? Your pacifier?”

I blushed. “Maybe my bear?”

“Of course, Baby. She can come with us if you want. Does she have a name yet?”

I shook my head. Mommy gave me a smile and a kiss on the cheek, then sent me hopping down the stairs and past Daddy to the front door, squeezing my teddy with both arms. There I sat on the slightly damp floor and waited for Mommy to come put my shoes on for me. We had a rule against letting me dress myself. I was allowed to get undressed with their permission, but when I was with them, I had to let Mommy or Daddy put my clothes on. And that included shoes.

“Here, let me do it, Princess.” Daddy said as he lifted me up and set my butt down on the cushioned stool by the entrance. With a smile he picked up my feet, rolled some socks onto them, and slipped me into a pair of cute rain boots for the road. “What do we say?”

“Thank you, Daddy…” I mumbled shyly. He pointed to his cheek and I hurriedly leaned in to place a kiss there, which made Daddy smile.

“Be good for Mommy or no playtime after supper, okay?”

“Yes, Daddy! I’ll be good!”

I reached out for Daddy’s help standing and held out my stuffed animal, who he gave a kiss on the forehead before doing the same to me. He then grabbed the diaper bag from the closet door knob by the door and turned around to hand it to Mommy. She smiled and took it, freeing his hands to take her by the waist and kiss her on the lips as well. A pair of I love you dears were exchanged, and finally Mommy and I were out the door.

The rain had settled down from last night, but it was still sprinkling outside. I ran up and jumped into a puddle like I was a child and watched as it splashed the ground around me in my boots.

I heard my Mommy’s heavy boots walking towards. And taking me by the arm she pulled me away from the puddle with a stern look on her face. “No stomping around, sweetie. You’re gonna get your dress all dirty.”

“But don’t kids play in puddles, Mommy?” I asked with a frown.

“Not dressed like that, they don’t.” She said, leading me by the hand to the car. It was the same one that Daddy had come to pick me up from my apartment and bring me here, but this time rather than sitting in the passenger’s seat beside her, Mommy opened up the rear door and had me squeeze into the back, sitting me down for the ride and buckling me into an adult sized special needs car seat they’d bought just for me. “I’m lucky your Daddy just knew to put you in rain boots.”

Going into public like this was always nerve-wracking. In no way were the windows tinted, so anyone who happened to pass a glance into the backseat of the white SUV could see me sitting there, strapped into my car seat and everything. Yet Mommy drove along without a care in the world, only occasionally checking the rear view mirror to make sure that I was okay.

We arrived at DeliCo—the grocery store—shortly as promised. Although it was by no means as full as it could have been, the place was still plenty busy, as to be expected on a Saturday afternoon. We would need to park towards the back of the lot. This was not the first time Mommy and I had made a trip like this. The walk inside was always dreadful.

I was already in the process of hurriedly unbuckling my seatbelt when Mommy swung the side door open to get me. She immediately gave me a look of disapproval, causing me to stop promptly in my tracks, only for her to reach inside and undo the restraints herself. But not before pressing her fingers against the seat of my padding, just to confirm that I was dry.

“Next time we get out of the car, let Mommy come around to help you, okay?”

“Yes, Ma’am.” I said quietly.

Mommy joked about putting me in a shopping cart as soon as we were in, which I pleasantly laughed off. There were so many people here. I couldn’t let any of them find out. Luckily, I didn’t fit since that little seat was made for real toddlers, not oversized kids like me. Instead, she picked out a smaller basket and hooked it in the crook of her elbow before taking my hand.

“Well if you’re going to be up and about anyways, you might as well help Mommy shop,” she said, a fair bit louder than I would have liked, “follow me, Baby.”

Nervously, I walked a step behind her, tugging my skirt down every so often with my free hand as I held my caregiver’s hand with the other. Mommy was a lot stronger than she looked, so despite vigorous fidgeting with my hands, there was no getting out of that grip.

It was like her grocery list had been specially made to make me blush. We went through the snack aisle and Mommy made sure to have me pick food off the shelves by myself. She guided me to the breakfast aisle and pointed me towards a colorful box of alphabet cereal sticking out on the top shelf. Because of course it was on the top shelf.

Immediately I could feel my diaper peeking out from beneath my skirt as I went to grab it, my feet just as quickly planting themselves back onto the floor. I scanned both ways down the aisle like I was expecting an oncoming car, getting up on my tiptoes to reach the cereal box. I held the hem of my dress down to try and cover myself up and my fingers could almost touch it. As I just about had it however, my anxiety got the best of me, and I looked. There was a woman coming down the aisle towards us, about to see a grown woman in a diaper reaching for a box of alphabet cereal.

Suddenly I felt a hand on my butt. I quickly let go of the box to try and hide behind Mommy like a scared little girl, but peeking over my shoulder there she was. Mommy gave me an encouraging smile and just a bit of a push, trying to help me reach the box above. Clearly I wasn’t getting down without that box, so with her help I swiped it off of the top shelf and went to bury my blushing face in Mommy’s chest.

When I finally poked my head out from its hiding place the other woman was gone- with no indication from her or my caregiver that she’d seen anything in the first place. The two of us continued. Applesauce, fruit snacks, animal crackers, and little cans of ringed spaghetti all went in the basket. All foods perfectly fit for a baby girl like me.

“Can’t have cereal without milk,” Mommy said as I retrieved the gallon. By now the shopping basket had begun to visibly sag- and we were in the refrigerated aisle- meaning we must have been getting to the end of the trip. While we were there she had me pick out some yogurt that I liked and some string cheese before moving to the frozen section for some dinosaur shaped chicken nuggets. I had seen other grown adults buying them, so picking out a bag of those was a lot easier to handle. With our grocery list now complete, we made our way across the store, and it seemed like we were ready to leave until I heard those licking lips hum, “Hold still, Baby.”

The need to obey pulled on me like a leash. I had tried so hard to speed us through the baby care aisle, and three words were all it took to stop me dead in my tracks. My caregiver warned me this would happen, and there was a knot of dread in my heart at what I knew was coming next.

“Calm down, little one.” She whispered. “Trembling only makes the crinkles louder.”

My skirt lifted as Mommy checked my diaper, and I stood there doing nothing but blush like a tomato. I felt the heat between my legs like her handprint on my skin. It was as if the layers of padding were nothing. I trembled as images of the paddle flashed before my eyes. All I could do now was block out the rest of the world and pray nobody I knew recognized me like this, wearing a diaper under my pretty flower dress. I was going to die of humiliation.

It was like we talked about, Mommy picked my dress out explicitly to check my padding in public. Part of me regretted not putting up more of a fuss about not getting to wear anything underneath, but with my diaper now out in full view, it was already far too late. Of course we both knew it wouldn’t have mattered regardless. Baby didn’t get to reason with Mommy. I had words for that. If I wasn’t comfortable with something, I needed to use them. I had a chance to use them, and I still could have, but I didn’t, and I wouldn’t.

Truthfully, I was having a lot of fun. As much as I hated the thought of being caught like this, having my diaper checked in public was a thrill. Mommy was my domme, and I wanted to make her happy, but she wanted to make me happy too. Mommy knew how much I loved this, and I knew she wouldn’t be doing it if it didn’t make me happy.

“See, Baby? I promise nobody saw. Mommy wouldn’t just flash your padded bottom for the world to see.” She said as she let down my dress, giving my crinkly butt a pat for good measure. “I know this is gonna sound trite, but nobody cares. Even if someone saw me checking your diapers in public, they’re not gonna think anything of it. In fact they’ll probably try and forget as soon as they can. By the end of the day, they might remember the diapers, but they’re not gonna remember the face.”

“Yes, Mommy.” I said shyly. My paranoid eyes still kept darting around, but deep down I knew she was right. There wasn’t anything I had to fear.

Mommy reached into her purse, pulling out a familiar stuffed bear and holding her towards me. “You left her in the car.” She said with a smile, and I immediately wrapped the stuffie in my arms. “Knew she would come in handy.”

“Are we done yet, Ma’am? Can we go home yet?”

“Almost, honey. There’s just one last thing on our list.”

"What's that, Miss?"

Mommy gave me a devilish smirk. “Baby food!”

I held her hand, gagging as she dragged me down the aisle. So this is what she wanted in the baby care section.

“You just have to pick out one, that’s all. Can you do that for me, baby girl?”

I nodded, hoping nobody heard the nickname. There were all sorts of different baby foods around, and none of them looked particularly appetizing, but I eventually found a jar that looked like I might like.

“Turkey and gravy?” Mommy raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure?”

“What’s wrong with it?” I asked.

“Oh, nothing. Mommy just wants to make sure you get something you like.” Mommy then put the jar in the basket, before reaching up and grabbing something off the shelves that I couldn’t see.

“Mommy!” I whined. “You said I only needed one!”

“I know, Baby. I know. This is for just in case, I promise.”

I blushed as she took my hand again. “Yes, Mommy…”

“That’s a good girl.” She said, “Now let’s get your cute little butt home.”

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