Yes, with a little struggle

She dashed inside, the large store full of cheap trinkets, imported gear, and the usual knick knacks and novelty junk.

Of course, it would have been too much to hope that the story was empty, she reflected bitterly. Instead, the hustle and bustle of the store was just one more opportunity to demean and **** herself in front of others.

She sighed, and her hands shook. She was only one unfortunate encounter away from meeting someone she knew. Perhaps someone from work, who would see the normally sensibly dressed Tanya made up to look like some stupid baby girl. A stupid baby girl who wasn't even toilet trained and had wet herself.

"Argh!" She thought, the strange taste of the dummy beginning to seep into her mouth.

She plowed on. She had to, there was simply no other choice.

By some strange blessing, there was a pair of novelty handcuffs on a shelf near the entrance, and Tanya snatched at them. There were several other customers nearby, and as she took them off the shelf, she could see them looking at her in amusement.

The juxtaposition between the handcuffs and her childish outfit made it look as if they couldn't figure out what exactly to judge her on first.

As she whisked past them, the woman caught sight of her exposed, naked, small yet firm boobs.

"Slut" she said, with a sneer on her face and in a voice loud enough to easily carry to Tanya.

The tall redhead blushed at the words, and almost turned to retort, before realizing yet again that dressed as she was, there simply was no comeback available.

She groaned, and dashed down another aisle, fighting her way through half a dozen shocked shoppers. At one point, she ran into a small group of teenage girls.

"What the fuck!" one of the girls had called out.

"Hey, don't swear in front of a baby!" one of her friends had quickly responded, prompting much laughter at Tanya's expense.

Tanya tried to get past, but as she did, one of the other girls had reached out and spanked her hard on her bottom.

"Hey," the girl called out, "babies have to learn their manners. How about asking before barging past?"

Tanya was caught unprepared by the spank, and almost spat her dummy out. As she struggled to keep it in her mouth, she turned to look accusingly at her attacker. Instead, as she tried to form some kind of reply of her own, she was instead subjected to even more ridicule.

"Careful!" said a short blonde girl, probably no more than nineteen years old, "if you spank her she might do a number two in her nappy!"

There was a fresh round of laughter at that, and any angry response from the wet and humiliated Tanya died on her lips. Even worse, the saliva in her mouth was beginning to build up, and she managed to swallow in such a way to make it look as if she was sucking on her dummy.

The girls found that absolutely hilarious. The shame Tanya felt of having these girls mock her - a grown adult woman! - was palpable, and she simply turned and fled down the aisle, her nappy bouncing around as she could feel the teenagers continue to point and jeer.

She found the clothes pegs almost by accident, rounding the corner nearly in tears from the merciless ribbing. She barely stopped, reaching down and grabbing the first pair, not worrying about price, quantity, color, or type. She just had to get out of here as soon as possible.

She'd been to this store before, and had a decent idea as to where she could find the panties and the novelty pig snout costume piece.

Turning down another aisle, she was beginning to take the corners at speed. This was creating a bit of a slip stream, and the ultimate consequence of the self-generated wind was that her food bib was beginning to flap around. Tanya was all too conscious that she was now beginning to flash nipples around for all to see.

The seconds were dragging into minutes, and the store felt like it was an order of magnitude bigger than it really was.

Another corner, another boob slip, another man given a prime view of the tits she'd once assumed would only be Mitchell's to look at. Tanya groaned again, but even the action of that turned into a sucking action on her dummy, and she almost died of shame as she ran into three old ladies who nearly fainted at the bizarre sight that they'd unwittingly encountered.

Tanya blasted on, and finally reached an aisle with panties and bras. Coming to a skidding halt, she started to desperately search for the degrading cartoon panties that Rachel had clearly demanded.

"Shit!" Tanya thought, as she stood there uselessly in the aisle, flicking through line after line of plain, ordinary panties. Surely there must have been some, somewhere!

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

A young mother stood at the end of the aisle, looking at the strange red-head who was running up and down, becoming increasingly frantic.

Tanya looked at her, and then paused as the agony of **** interaction threw her into a state of paralysis. Then, with precious few other options available, Tanya tried to **** a smile on to her face. Through the gag-like dummy that blocked her mouth, she was able to squeeze out "Hi, do you know where the cartoon panties are?"

The other woman didn't react for a moment, dumbstruck by the bizarre sight of a grown woman dressed like a little baby far younger than even she was.

Tanya tried again, "please, I need pink, girly, cartoon panties!"

The woman shook her head, confused, but then wordlessly pointed at a nearby rack.

Tanya breathed a huge sigh of relief as she spotted what the other woman had already seen, and sprinted to where a handful of Little Mermaid panties stared back at her. Praying for a miracle, Tanya looked at each of their labels, and almost cried in relief when she found an adult pair at the very back.

Turning to face the her again, Tanya smiled. "Thank you! Thank you so much!"

The mother just shrugged. "That's okay. I look after my little baby daughter too, so I'm used to it."

The words, meant innocently and sweetly enough, still made Tanya blush at the comparison.

Still, with the panties acquired, she was off for her last item - the novelty pig's snout.

There was a motley collection of costume accessories near the front, and Tanya made a direct bee-line for them.

The only down side was that the pig's snout was just one small novelty item, and the store owners had seen fit to bury them all into a large trough-like bucket full of one-dollar items.

Arriving in haste, Tanya didn't stop to consider the dignity of the situation - women dressed as babies with bladder control problems no longer had to worry about dignity, alas - and she just leaned over the trough and powered through the assembled junk.

It was as she was rummaging through, praying to see a pig's snout somewhere in the motley collection, that she belatedly realized the act of bending over had caused her bib to droop forward.

There was an older gentleman, rotund and in his forties, sporting an unfortunate neck-beard under a fedora hat, rounded out with a somewhat unusual trench coat. He stood next to her, although it would be inaccurate to say he was similarly engaged with searching through the trough. It would be more accurate to say that he was "assisting in bringing attention to Tanya's latest predicament", although not so much through words and more so by staring with intense fascination at Tanya's now completely exposed breasts.

Bent over, her boobs now hung naked, her nipples occasionally brushing the edge of the trough. Tanya froze as she became aware of the man's attentions, and turned slowly with wide-eyes as the full consequences of her posture became apparent.

"Oh shit." Tanya thought, sucking nervously on the dummy one more time, and causing the man to cough.

He raised a hand to cover his mouth, but from her vantage point, Tanya could see the bulge in his pants that he would probably have been better off covering.

Not that Tanya was in any position to criticize someone else for failing to cover up an embarrassing body part. With her breasts flopping out for the man to ogle and drool over, Tanya gave out a short squeak, and stood bolt upright. The bib resumed its proper position in front of her chest, and Tanya just stood there, staring at a man who was similarly staring at her, while a dummy rested comically in her mouth.

"Umm... m'lady," the man said, in a far higher pitch than he'd probably hoped for, "Is there anything I can assist with?" He tipped the fedora in a manner he probably thought was ingratiating, but merely revealed a head of greasy hair.

Tanya shook her head, dumbly.

"Are... are you sure?"

Tanya went to shake her ahead again, but with the seconds ticking by, she decided to go for broke.

"I'm looking for..." it was humiliating just thinking about it, "I'm looking for a... pig's snout."

The words were muffled, speaking through a dummy wasn't conducive to clear enunciation. However, the man seemed to understand what Tanya said. Well, he at least seemed to hear the words. As to why this woman, flashing her boobs and wearing a wet nappy, wanted a pig's snout was entirely incomprehensible to him.

Still, in the spirit of helpfulness, and in the hope of maybe catching another glimpse of her succulent melons, he leaned his girth over the edge of the trough, and rummaged around himself. Tanya - in the meantime - just stood rooted to the spot, while she trembled in her shame-inducing costume.

It seemed like an eternity, but finally he let out a grunt of triumph, and produced the novelty pig's snout from the jumble.

Tanya let out a huge sigh of relief, and took the gift from the man as if it was the winning ticket to a multi-million-dollar lottery.

As she went to thank him though, he held up a finger to his mouth, and seemed to be considering whether he should also say something else.

"You know... umm..." he continued, unable to stop himself from staring at Tanya's wet nappy-clad crotch, "I can probably find some more nappies for you too, if you'd like?"

At that, and with the dampness of the nappy all too evident against her bush underneath, Tanya just turned and ran.

She'd had enough. She had the all-valuable point for having collected the assigned items, but right now if she ever saw another baby in her life, it would be too far, far soon...