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Will was strapped into the child seat of the grocery cart. His diaper bulged against the metal divider between his legs, constantly reminding him of its presence. He could only stare straight ahead as Jacob leisurely pushed the cart through the aisles, stopping every so often to place something in the cart. They currently found themselves in the baby food section.
“What do you think, champ? Should we get some more mashed peas? I think that’s your favorite, isn’t it? Huh, cutie? Awww. Why the cold shoulder?” Jacob cooed at Will the way one would talk to an infant that isn’t expected to respond.
“How about you, Mike? Do you want more of those juice boxes? You always seem to suck those down.”
Mike half-heartedly shrugged his shoulders and lowered his gaze. Unlike Will, Mike was allowed to walk on his own beside the cart. Unfortunately for Mike, a toddler leash was tied to the grocery cart and attached to Mike by a harness that fastened over his shoulders and down through his legs. Mike was humiliated at being restrained in such a way in public. He was forced to waddle alongside the cart in full view of every passerby. He was sure that people simply thought he was a mischievous toddler who needed to have a close eye on him at all times. The harness between his legs accentuated his pull-up, further increasing his image as a pseudo-child unsuccessfully navigating the murky waters of potty-training.
The trio continued throughout the grocery store picking up this and that. The cart was soon piled with jars of baby food, boxes of formula, diapers, pull-ups, wipes and creams and baby powder, a few pacifiers, and lots of toddler-friendly snacks.
As they moved on to the children’s clothing section, Will felt a cramping sensation in his lower stomach. Oh no, he thought. Not here. Will squirmed in his seat, trying to relieve the pressure building up in his bowels. He wanted to beg Jacob to let him down and be allowed to use the bathroom, but he knew that was futile. He had no other choice. He was forced to use his diaper. However, he was dead-set on waiting until they were in a more private place. He didn’t even want to entertain the thought of being caught in public with a load in his pants.
Unbeknownst to Will, however, Jacob had been mixing laxatives into Will’s bottles. This increased Will’s sense of urgency and greatly reduced his ability to hold out. The urge grew stronger, more painful. Will’s eyes grew wide as he realized that he would not be able to stop the inevitable. He let out a quiet moan and gripped his stomach. Desperate to find some relief from the pain, he gave a tentative push. The hard metal seat and his thick diaper under him provided no room to evacuate; Will was stuck in an uncomfortable limbo.
Determined, Will leaned forward and used the lap bar of the child seat to lift himself up and away from the cold metal. With a small space now created, Will was compelled to push once again. With considerable effort, and a red face, Will felt a solid mass slowly fill the seat of his diaper. It twisted and curled, seeking to find any room to fill and expand. It was forced up toward his genitals, precipitating visceral feelings of disgust. All of his attention was focused on the sensation of the warm mess filling his pants and coating his backside.
Will was abruptly brought out of his humiliating reverie when he noticed that he had an audience: both Mike and Jacob were staring at him. His red face and almost inaudible grunts had drawn attention to what he had hoped would be a private experience, at least as much as soiling yourself in public could be a private experience. Mike’s face betrayed his mixed feelings of pity and embarrassment for the predicament of his friend, as well as a subtle undertone of disgust at the debasing and babyish act. Jacob, however, was smiling broadly.
“Awww. Is my little guy making a stinky? Pee-yew! What a big smell for such a little boy.”
Will burned with humiliation, but he was not finished filling his britches. Still leaning forward, he bore down one final time, completing the movement. Red from both the teasing remarks and the exertion of the involuntary voiding, Will slowly sat back down onto the hard metal seat. He instantly regretted it, as his mess mashed up against him. With nowhere to go, it was forced further up over his balls and almost to the small of his back. Will almost started to gag at the sensation. He immediately wanted out of the loaded diaper. Unfortunately, it was not his decision to make. He helplessly kicked his legs back and forth, testing the belt of the seat. He was very well secured and ultimately at Jacob’s mercy.
“Are you all done, champ? All done doing poopies in your diaper? Good boy! Don’t worry, Daddy will change you when we’re done here. Only a few more things…”
Will looked up at Jacob in despair. In a small voice, he begged, “Jacob...please…”
Jacob looked down at the small man sitting in his own filth. He smiled warmly.
“Do you want the pacifier, bud? You know you’re not supposed to use your big boy words.” Jacob fished the yellow pacifier out from the boys’ diaper bag. He gently brought it to Will’s mouth, nudging it through his lips.
“There! That will make you feel better. Now, let Daddy finish shopping. There are so many things my little guys need!”
Will sat still in the seat, trying not to agitate the mess any further. He plaintively sucked on the pacifier, now his only source of comfort. Tears threatened to overflow from his eyes. He didn’t dare to look at Mike. Mike must think he’s disgusting.
Mike watched the entire exchange deeply conflicted. He hated seeing his friend humiliated in such a way. He also was glad that it wasn’t him. He had never been so thankful to be allowed to wear pull-ups and use the toilet. He realized how low he had fallen to be grateful for such fundamental aspects of adult autonomy. He had the choice as to when and where he eliminated; Will definitely did not. Will was at the mercy of fortune, trapped in the thick diapers that would inevitably be soiled again and again, every day, over and over. Mike shuddered. At least it wasn’t him. Mike couldn’t help but feel that he held a somewhat higher status than Will now. If he were in Will’s position, he would find some way to avoid the humiliation; or so he thought. Mike’s perception of Will had changed after witnessing the ultimate babyish act, and he felt very guilty for that. The smell, however, was overbearing, and Mike wished he wasn’t attached to the shopping cart by the despised leash. He could not escape the reminder of Will’s shame.