Public Spaces when ABDL is hard coded genetics

Abe sat in the backseat with Abigail, only the group diaper bag sitting shotgun upfront with Abebi. Each seat has an optional second belt and buckle, with a clip that could join the two to look and act like the harness system of a car seat. Looking out the window to people watch in traffic, Abe couldn't help but feel a little giddy.

Pacifiers were pretty ubiquitous, all kinds of designs and stylish shields. Seeing bumper stickers saying "My daughter is the grown up", "tailgaters will be used as diaper bins", "If you're going to ride my ass, at least wipe it".

After finding a parking spot, they got out, Abebi holding both of the adult babies hands. Keeping them close as they headed in. Naturally with the gender disparity he was getting a full view of the spectrum of women. It was a pleasant day, short shirts and skirts were around, allowing flashes of many colorful diapers, thinner pull ups, even a panty or thong was flashed as the immature wearer didn't consider the ramifications of bending to see things on low shelves or sit spread legged on display furniture.

Abebi got a cart, and from the diaper bag got out two leashes to clip on Abe's and Abigail's wrists to affix to the cart handle. Looking around, it was pretty common. As the cart was moved around the aisles Abe saw some humorous sights.

"No-oo-oo." Whined an older woman in a low quality Snow White costume dress, softly stomping in place, "You said I could get a toy and I wanna have that dolly!"

"Mom..." Said a younger woman, fingers pinching her brow in frustration. "You said you'd have your listening ears on, are you being a good listener right now? I don't think so."

Looking over towards clothing, they were arranged a little differently with updated signage. There wasn't just "Infants", "Girls","Boys", "Womens", and "Mens". Firstly the population disparity made the male-focus clothing area slimmer. "Infants" took up half the footage and had more delineations, "Infants - 0-3", "Infant Girls", "Infant Juniors", "Infant Womens", now that infant styles had to be available for all ages.

Passing Infant Juniors, a pair of women caught his eyes. An older mature dressed woman was dealing with an immature younger woman, "ugh, mom, I don't want these dresses!"

"Samantha Ferguson, you will stop acting out, you are diaper dependent and these make checks easier."

"It's just Sam! I want men's clothes!"

"You are our little girl and everyone loves you done up cute."

"Except I'm a boy and I'm tired of pretending otherwise!"

Abe had a slight smirk, seems one unfortunate guy was being raised a sissy, must have been born submissive to a group of doms that liked humiliating their son. Although you had to admit, the teen was a very adorable baby girl, even during his tantrum.

The cart swung away from clothing and Abe almost started to drool. Cases upon cases of diapers. They were organized first by size, each size section then was ordered by style, immature, mature, then pull ups. So many models showing off the prints in the case, men, women, some in full baby get-up and others looking like they were going into the office pantsless. And the licencing deals, immatures had the expected Disney, but even the mature ones had celebrity collabs and even just clothing brand trademarks on the landing strip, some had words across the back, Pink, Juicy, Gucci, etc. Abe wanted to roll in a pile of diapers and hump his brains out. And these were just the normal stock a big box store has on hand.

Abebi got a case of colorful but plain diapers for herself, and then two cases of immature ones, as Abigail's stock kept getting put on the other harem sisters. Stowed on the bottom of the cart, she kept the three moving.

Abigail tugged at Abebi's shirt sleeve as they almost passed the Adult Baby foods aisle, "I was hoping for some easy spoonfed meals..."

"We have a blender, the upcharge is ridiculous."

"I know, but maybe a six pack, please?" Abigail cooed, big babydoll eyes fluttering.

Turning down the aisle of large jars, Abe was gobsmacked with the availability. Chicken and rice, potatoes and broccoli, and unlike baby food, the ingredient lists showed off very pleasing spice profiles. Unlike the baby food challenges of the old world, these looked like they would actually taste good. Then again their demo market could actually critique the dish and vote with their dollars. Abebi grabbed a "Big Ones - Potato Platter" six pack. White and sweet potato based mush with a variety of vegetables. Further down were the adult formula canisters. Seems like Big Ones was a favored brand at Abe's household. Two big canisters were put in the cart.

Of course these aisles weren't devoid of people. A woman in booties, ruffly diaper cover matching an infantile dress that flared from her bustline, was holding two jars and quietly evaluating. A young teen was buckled into the large seat of a cart, playing on her phone as a mature dressed aunt or mother was squatting infront of bread, a soft "oh" being heard from her as she probably filled her pants. Girls running around filled carts, maybe four or five years old, one had a pacifier and bonnet despite being of walking age, the other in a simple shirt and elastic sweatpants with a noticable lack of diaper, their minder however seemed antsy, "Girls, hey, let's all go take a potty break, c'mon, hand holders..." The adult woman said, but clearly was the one **** to go.

Abebi picked up salad fixings, a bag of rice, a pork rub, nothing too exciting. A bit of a line at each check out. Their cashier had the uniform on and looked mature, but stickers around the edge of her name tag indicated that she like being treated as an infant.

"So wif tree diapee boxes, chu has a toddal of eight four two seven. Is you use monies or swipy-swipe?"

"Card, good job saying that big number. Your mommy would be so proud." Abebi complimented, the cashier looked embarrassed but pleased.

And they went to the car, Abe felt his seat be soft and squishy, he didn't think he had pooped, but he also couldn't rule it out. And that was completely fine for everyone.

After getting home, everyone helped carry the groceries in. Abe was eager to hold the stack of diaper cases. Here he was, out in the open, holding nearly 150 diapers.