Soon enough they arrived at the store and you felt Tiffany being lifted out of the car seat, her mothers hand resting under you as she carried her baby girl inside. Tiffany was placed in a shopping cart with your diapered form being squashed under her. You couldn’t see anything since you were covered by her pants but the shopping cart was much harder than the car seat and you could feel every little bump and movement as they strolled around the store. Soft music could be heard as well as the occasional conversation - though it sounded fairly muffled to you. Loud clangs and thuds could be heard as items were as added to the shopping cart. The warmth as your best friend Tiffany began to wet you and cause you to swell out as you eagerly absorbed it was one of the better sensations - even the taste was rather pleasant, it almost felt euphoric to you as Tiffany readjusted above, her mom not even noticing as the diaper did it’s job.
Eventually they made their way to the front of the store and began loading items onto the conveyer belt to be scanned by the cashier. A series of beeps could be heard as Tiffany kicked her legs in boredom. Suddenly she stopped and a series of farts could be heard, and felt, and h god smelled as well. Tiffany leaned forward and grunted and sure enough she began loading Katie the diaper up with a hot load of poop! This, was not a pleasant experience for you, nor Tiffany as she began crying rather loudly as she was forced to sit in the mess she just made.
Her mom hurried up and paid for the groceries and made beeline to the woman’s restroom. Tiffany was carefully lifted out the shopping cart and carried into the bathroom, her mom laying her down on the sink with a fresh diaper from the package she just bought and began to undress her little girl c
Light blinding you as the pants were pulled off Tiffany and her dress was pulled up. You could see her mother looking at you as she undid the tapes on the sides of the diaper and the look of disgust she made as she pulled down the diaper. “Phew, you sure did a number on that one Tiff! We bought these diapers just in time!” You heard her say. Tiffany calmed down as her mother expertly cleaned her, depositing some wipes inside of you before pulling you out from under Tiffany and balling you up. You watched as her mom put a fresh diaper on Tiffany and then without a second thought dropped you into the trash next to the sink that was full of paper towels, tampons and pads, and of course a few baby diapers.
Tiffany and her mom soon left and were left to ponder what would happen next. More and more trash would be dumped on top of you throughout the day until the trash was taken to a dumpster behind the store and unceremoniously tossed in. Her you sat for a while until there was a bright flash and you found yourself