Chelise was sitting smugly in the back seat of the car. She was sitting in an oversized car seat in a cutesy outfit with a short skirt trying and failing to hide the baby printed diaper underneath, but she was still smug. She was smug because it seemed she was finally going to get one up on her “mommy.” She wouldn’t be going home in this stupid car seat, or in this stupid diaper after this little trip to the store. Well, she would probably be wearing the diaper home. She didn't have anything else to wear, and even if she did have panties, the skirt she was wearing was not suitable for panties.

Her former girlfriend, now mommy, Selene had gotten caught up in a new adult baby trend. Apparently, it was the new hit thing for the dominant ones in a relationship to turn the submissive one into big babies. Chelise was against the whole thing from the start. For one, she protested that she wasn’t the submissive one. She thought there wasn’t a submissive one in their relationship, that they were both equal. Clearly, Selene disagreed.

Part of it was Chelise’s fault as well. When it first started, she played along. For a while it was kind of fun even. It was something new to try, a novelty. Chelise had her fun being a big baby, making messes in and out of her diapers and smirking while Selene cleaned up after her.

Over time, however, it stopped being a game. Her being in diapers became increasingly common. It went from a fun thing they could do occasionally, to a fun thing they did often. Then wearing diapers stopped being a thing that was done just for fun. Selene would put Chelise in diapers for reasons such as: “This is a long car trip we don’t want any stops,” “You know how busy the bathrooms are at the mall, diapers are just easier,” and “You don’t want to miss the movie to go to the bathroom.” Then they started to be less practical: “Mommy doesn’t have time to watch you so you’re going in diapers,” “You’ve been a little sassy today I think you need a diaper adjustment,” and “These diapers are so cute I want to see them on you.” Chelise wasn’t exactly sure when it happened, but at some point, there stopped even being excuses. She was in diapers all the time now. Now the struggle was just how many baby things were becoming her norm. Her car seat, her playpen, and she even caught Selene looking at cribs.

It was because of how far things had gotten that Chelise had to put a stop to it. The game was going too far and she was ready for it to be over. Playing baby was a little bit of fun, but being a baby all the time was less fun. So earlier today, Chelise finally stood up for herself.

“Look Selene, this baby thing has to stop,” Chelise stood confidently her arms crossed. “I’m not a baby. I’m an adult.”

“You certainly look like a baby right now,” Selene countered. She wasn’t wrong either. Chelise was currently in a onesie with a nursery themed print, and the conversation had started when Selene noted the diaper underneath that onesie needed to be changed.

“Only because you dressed me in this stuff,” Chelise gestured to the onesie.

“It’s just so natural on you though.”

“I don’t think it is,” Chelise was defiant. “The only reason you even have all this stuff is because you found it on some weird website after following some unhinged social media trend.”

“It’s not unhinged,” Selene scoffed. “You’re a baby now so you need all this stuff.”

“That’s what I’m saying,” Chelise whined. “I’m not a baby. If I was, you wouldn’t need to order this stuff online. If I needed diapers and onesies and pacis, you’d be able to buy some for me at the store, but you can’t.” Selene’s eyes narrowed a bit.

“That’s an interesting thought,” Selene said suddenly. “You think because I can’t go down the baby aisle at the store and find some diapers that fit you, you’re not my little baby.”

“Yes!” Chelise said confidently. “That’s exactly what I’m saying.”

“Hmmm,” Selene was lost in thought. She caressed her chin with her hand. “Why don’t we test that,” she said with a smile.

“Why don’t we?” Chelise said pointedly. “If we go down to the store and don’t find any diapers that can fit me, then you stop this whole baby thing. And they have to be baby printed too. Don’t try to pass off a medical diaper as a baby diaper you know the difference.”

“And if we do find you some cute diapers at the store? What then?” Selene countered.

“What do you mean?” Chelise asked concerned.

“Well, it’s a wager right. You have to ante up something too,” Selene was being oddly confident.

“It’s not a wager it’s …” Selene stopped Chelise with a raised finger.

“If we can find some diapers that fit you at the store then you’re my baby forever. No more complaining.”

“I’m probably still going to complain either way,” Chelise said plainly. Selene calmly got a large pacifier out of her pocket and shoved it into Chelise’s mouth.

“I can just do that if you do,” Chelise angrily took the pacifier out and was about to respond when Selene continued. “That or I can spank you.” Chelise stuck the pacifier back in at that comment. “Why don't we go now? I needed to get some groceries anyway, and you need a new diaper too. It’s the Perfect time to get you dressed for the store.” Selene said as she walked off to their room. Chelise followed behind Selene. She was eager to settle this whole thing, but also Selene was right, she really needed a new diaper.

That’s how Chelise got to where she was now. As she thought back on that conversation though, her confidence waned. Selene was the one who suggested this little wager. She seemed almost as confident as Chelise about this whole thing. Surely this confidence was misplaced though. Baby printed adult diaper diapers at a regular store? It doesn’t matter how mainstream this little trend was, there was no way they were going to be selling this kind of stuff at a regular store. Would they?

“We’re here baby,” Selene said in a sing songy voice. Chelise was suddenly less confident as Selene helped her out of the car seat and started fastening on the harness and reins that had become her usual outdoor wear. Chelise looked around as the harness was tightened on her and the short leash attached to a d-ring on the back. She spied another little across the parking lot being put into a similar leash by his mommy. This whole adult baby thing had become shockingly accepted. It had been a long time since Chelise got any weird stares from wearing her leash or Selene making way too loud comments about how her diaper needed changing. All she got lately were the “aww so cute” kind of stares. Less mean than the weird stares, but Chelise wasn’t a fan of either. When thinking about how accepted this whole thing had become, Chelise suddenly felt less sure that she would be winning this wager.

“Come on little one,” Selene said gently tugging on Chelise’s leash. Chelise followed the gentle tug and they entered the store. “Should we go straight to the diaper aisle or do some shopping first?” Chelise looked at Selene unsure. “You’re right. Shopping first,” Selene made the opposite decision to what Chelise was thinking. “I bet by the time we got done you’ll be ready for a diaper change, and we can change you into the new diapers we find. Won’t that be cute.”

Chelise didn’t say anything, she just followed along as Selene grabbed a shopping cart and tied her leash around the cart’s wire frame. She felt the tension rise in her chest as Selene made her way around the store, filling up the cart with various odds and ends and, frustratingly to Chelise, seemingly going everywhere in the store but the baby aisle that would settle their bet. Tied to the cart as she was, Chelise couldn’t go off exploring on her own and sate her curiosity. She knew the reason Selene was stalling. She said as much earlier, and the sippy cup Chelise had been nursing since they got to the store was part of that plan. With a grimace Chelise realized that in order to progress this further and get out of diapers, she’d have to wet the one she was in. It was an annoying irony to her.

Using diapers wasn’t a big deal to Chelise. She had long since gotten over any sense of grossness about the whole thing. Using them had gotten easier and easier. It was at the point now that sometimes she could wet herself without even thinking about it. If she wasn’t so intent on getting out of them, she might be worried about the consequences of going back to panties with her potty training in the state that it was. The spreading warmth was a familiar, if annoying, sensation.

“I’m done with my sippy,” Chelise said holding up the empty container that was decorated with a smiling cartoon pony to Selene. She hoped Selene would get the hint, check her diaper, see it was wet, and move this whole thing along. Even despite her protesting this whole scenario, Chelise found it difficult to outright say she had wet herself. The reason was the same reason Chelise never attempted to take her diaper off, force herself into a normal seat and not her car seat, or shimmy out of the harness keeping her attached to the shopping cart. It was against Selene’s rules. If Chelise was focused on anything other than getting out of these rules she so adamantly obeyed, she might wonder if her obeying these rules so well and easily might point to her being the submissive one in the relationship, contrary to her own perception of her dynamic. Thankfully for Chelise, Selene did seem to pick up on the hint.

“Let’s check that diaper,” Selene cooed. Chelise rolled her eyes and pouted as Selene lifted the back of her skirt and pressed the diaper against her bottom. Chelise had gotten used to this; she no longer yelped when the soggy padding was pressed against her. Really, she was more annoyed than anything. Selene loved to milk diaper checks, it seemed now would be no exception. Normally, Chelise wasn’t that bothered by it, but she was eager to get this bet settled. She waited impatiently while Selene slowly ran her finger under the leg guard and then pulled the back of Chelise’s diaper out checking for something more than pee.

“Good girl,” Selene praised Chelise and patted her head. Chelise wasn’t sure if the praise was for being patient during the diaper check or if the praise was for using the diaper in the first place.

“So, we can go check the baby aisle now?” Chelise reminded Selene of why they had come here in the first place.

“Oh, that’s right,” Selene giggled. “I almost forgot. You better hope that they do have diapers for you. If they don’t you’re gonna have to stay soggy until we get home.”

“I think I'll manage,” Chelise huffed.

Finally, the two made their way to the fabled baby aisle. On it was the usual things one might expect: bottles, pacifiers, changing supplies, and a whole myriad of cute diapers. None of those diapers would come even close to fitting the adult sized Chelise. When they got to the end of the aisle with no sign of a diaper bigger than a size eight, Chelise exhaled a breath she didn’t know she was holding.

“See!” Chelise started a victorious tirade. “Maybe I can squeeze into these,” she held up a pack of the size eight diaper for emphasis, “But I wouldn’t call that fitting. So, my earlier argument is true. Here on the baby aisle there’s no diapers here that fit me, no bottles with nipples big enough for me, and no outfits that’ll fit me. Not. A. Baby.” With the speech done Chelise put the size eight diapers back and crossed her arms defiantly. Selene looked back with a smile.

“Ok sweetie. Why don’t we go down the next aisle?” Selene moved the cart forward allowing Chelise to peek into the next aisle over where her stomach sank. Chelise was right, nothing on the baby aisle would fit her. Unfortunately, one aisle over, was the adult baby aisle. Chelise could make out a few bottles, pacifiers, onesies on the other end of the aisle that no doubt would fit her, but the first thing she was greeted with were the diapers. The first diaper on her right was an adult baby brand. Proudly displayed on the packaging was: “Made for adult babies. Size XL (48 – 56 in. waist).” Not only could they fit her, they were too big for her. “Oh, are these the ones you want?” Selene said only barely hiding her smug sense of victory behind her usual mommy voice. “We’ll have to find them in your size.”

Chelsie remained quiet, her mouth agape, as Selene grabbed one of the large sized packs and put them into the cart.

“H-how?” Chelsie stammered.

“Well because clearly you are a little baby,” Selene started. “It’s just like you said. Right here in the grocery store are diapers, and pacis, and little onesies for babies like you. Out here in the open. Everyone knows it. So, I take that means I won’t hear any more complaining about your new status as my permeant baby girl.” Selene looked at Chelise with a triumphant smile. “It’s a shame though. If we had done this a week ago you would have won,” Selene explained laughing quietly. “You know I keep up with the best places to keep your diapers stocked, so I know this place would have them. I even got a coupon for them,” Selene showed the coupon that was tucked into her purse. “A whole adult baby aisle though? Even I’m surprised about that.” Chelise sighed with her head in her hands. “While we’re here though, let’s get you some bottles. I’ve been thinking that sippy cups are too advanced for a girl your age.”

“B-b-but I …” Chelise was cut off by a pacifier being forced into her mouth by Selene. A look from Selene reminded Chelise of what the alternative to a pacifier was and so she just suckled on the soother obediently.

“Good girl. Since you are soggy though, let’s go get that diaper changed. I know the restrooms here have a changing table for littles now.”

With the diapers acquired and Chelise freshly changed, it wasn't long before Selene rolled her cart up to check out.

“Are you gonna help bag the groceries sweetie?” Selene asked. Chelise pouted and turned away, pacifier still bobbing in her mouth. Her skirt was now off of her body and hanging off the side of the shopping cart. Chelise was standing without anything covering the new diapers, making it obvious to everyone who the diapers in the car were for. Not that her skirt hid that much anyway, and the leash around her chest was already enough of a giveaway “Ok little fuss pot.”

“Oh, she is precious,” the cashier made conversation as she started scanning items. “New little?” she asked after scanning the oversized baby bottle.

“No, she’s just going down in age a little,” Selene smiled. “I hope you don’t mind I opened the diapers already. Someone had a little accident and I didn’t bring the diaper bag. Got all over her skirt too,” Selene laughed.

“That was a lie,” Chelise thought, though she didn’t say it out loud. The pacifier held in place by her submissive obedience prevented her from speaking articulately. “She just wanted to embarrass me more.”

“We can be a handful.” The cashier said.

“We?” Selene asked.

“Yeah,” the cashier giggled nervously. “I’m still working part time to help with bills and stuff, but when I’m off the clock I’m daddy’s girl. You’re lucky you know,” the cashier was talking to Chelise now. “I would kill to go full time.”

“She is a lucky little girl,” Selene smiled. Chelise rolled her eyes. “Ok let’s get home little baby. I’ve got so many more things to pick out for your nursery, and if you’re a good girl, you can help.” Chelise held her head up in defeat. This was her life now, it seemed. If there was no escape from it, she may as well play that part of a good girl. Chelise smiled behind her pacifier. Maybe she could find the fun in it again, that would make it more bearable at least.

“Yes mommy,” Chelise spoke with the pacifier still in her mouth.

“Good girl,” Selene said as they walked out the store with an almost full new pack of diapers in tow.

AUTHORS NOTE: Here's the next one off. This one came to me after I saw the new premium night diapers. I thought those looked like diapers I could buy at the store and so this little fun idea came to me. Gotta love those cutsey diaper scenarios. If you want to read more stuff like this check me out on ream https://reamstories.com/bigred0603 or subscribe star https://subscribestar.adult/bigred0603