Chapter 3 - The Target Run

I felt the car slow down as we turned off the main road into the Target parking lot. With fall starting you would think Target as being one of the places that people flock too for decorations. But this time the parking lot wasn’t even full and the store didn’t look that busy judging by the amount of cars. 

Mommy pulled the car into a spot close to the shopping cart return, turned off the engine, and then got out. She opened my door and helped me to get out of my booster seat.

“Nope, leave that here mister” 

Mommy says taking my switch out of my hands and putting it back in the car and into it’s case.

“Ok”

I am disappointed that I couldn't keep playing. After locking the car, me and mommy walk into the store with her holding my hand. We’re hit by a powerful smell of cinnamon from the front display of the “cinnamon brooms” and other decorative fall items. 

“Those brooms are overpowering, I bet one of those would fill our entire home”

mommy says as we pass by them. As we’re walking I begin to feel my stomach drop and I can already tell that I’m going to need the potty soon. We first walk to the personal health section towards the back for unknown reasons.

“What are we doing here, I thought you just needed to buy more training pants?”

I say to mommy as my stomach makes a rumbly type of feeling. 

“We do but mommy wants to check to see if they have any rash cream”

“Oh”

I blush as I look down knowing the cream is for me due to my last incident. My skin is pretty sensitive and sitting in a wet pull up for a bit didn’t help anything. I’ve known to break out in a rash from just being too sweaty.So after my shower this morning Rebecca noticed a rash forming and discussed with me getting rash cream applied before I was put back into my pull up.

“Here we go, this should help clear you up in a day or in a few days.”

“Might make work better if I let you run around nakie for an hour”

Mommy said as she patted my bottom making me blush even harder. We moved from the personal health section to the dreaded “baby” aisle. As we walked to the aisle, I could feel breakfast and lunch slowly moving from my upper stomach downwards alerting me that I’m soon going to need the potty. 

“Here we go” 

Mommy said as she pulled out a large box of XL boys underjams. Just as she pulled the box out, my body decided now would be a good idea to start finding a bathroom as I released a silent fart.

“Mommy, I need to go potty” 

I said moving closer so that anyone nearby wouldn’t hear it.

“Ok, let me set this down and we’ll find a bathroom” 

“Just hold on”

Mommy said as I held my stomach, mommy grabbed my other hand and led me out of the baby aisle.

“Let’s see, service desk is there, and boom, bathrooms”

Mommy said looking at the signs hanging from the ceiling.

“This way honey”

We made a hard left into the customer support area or at least that is what it would be. Apparently this is one of the Targets in the area that is slowly completing upgrades. We picked the one week where they were doing the bathroom remodels first so the bathrooms were closed. 

“WHAT ARE WE GOING TO DO!” 

I say as I let out another fart to relieve some of the growing pressure inside.

“Calm down honey, I’ve got a solution but you’re not gonna like it”

Mommy said, looking down at me.

“come on, let's move to a less crowded aisle”

Mommy said as she pulled me out of the customer server area to avoid being ran over by the construction workers going in and out of the area. We moved  into a sports aisle where only one other person on the fair end was looking at fishing poles. 

“Listen, there are a few solutions that might work but I wanted to give you this option.”

“I want you to just use your training pants.”

I stared at mommy with a horrified look that she would suggest such a thing.

“NO, I’m a big boy and I’m not going poopy in my pants”

I say in defiance a little too loud causing the man at the far end to look our way and smirk. 

“JACK! that is enough”

Mommy says in a “I mean business” type of voice but not loud enough for anyone else to hear.

“I only suggested the option because I was going to give you a free pass. But if you’re going to yell and shout I’m thinking I should give you spanking instead”.

“Since you don’t want to use your training pants. The quickest option is for us to checkout and head over to McDonalds across the street”.

Mommy said but this time in a more calm voice.

“But what about if I decide to go in my pull-ups, will I still get the free pass?”

I say bashful looking up at mommy.

“Well that was on the table until your little outburst so not anymore.”

“Come on, let's go get your training pants and checkout”.

Mommy said as she led me out of the aisle back to the baby aisle. When we got back to the baby aisle, my stomach knotted followed by a low gurgle, alerting me that I didn’t have much time. The pressure was building fast and I knew this was going to be a big one considering all of the food I was shoveling into my bottomless pit of a stomach. 

I slowly pulled on mommy’s shirt 

“How quick can we get out of here, I’m struggling here”

I said quietly as I began to sweat and fidget from the pain.

“Honey, we still need to pay for your training pants and rash cream. Then we have to drive over to McDonalds.”

“It shouldn’t take too long as long as the lines are low.”

I groan knowing the time it would take to get to the potty is still a ways to go.

Mommy gets closer to me and in a whisper and tells me

“Honey, just go poopy in your training pants. You’ll feel much better after you do and I’m sure you’re curious about doing it as well.”

True Ending (Goes in Store)  / Alt Ending (Goes in Car)

Debating internally I decide going in my pull ups would be much better and quicker than going to the potty. Plus mommy is supporting my choice, her mothering instinct seems to be in full swing.

“I can’t go with you watching” 

I mumble to mommy while trying to bury my face in her arm. 

“Ok, how about you go to a quiet aisle and you do your business.” 

“I’ll be here waiting in this aisle and when you’re done, just come back here”

I pull my face from her arm, nod, and slowly walk out of the aisle. The thoughts of what I”m about to do weigh heavily on me but are overridden as the painful pressure has taken over my thinking.

“which aisle, which aisle, how about clothing!”

I decided to move quickly to the clothing area. With the remodel only just starting with the bathrooms, parts of the store are definitely dated. Turning into some aisles makes you believe you’ve taken a time machine back to the 80s or 90s with dated displays and faded advertisements.

I sneakily dart inside one of the boys' mixed clothes circle style clothing rack.

Inside, I find it roomy enough to get ready for the mess I’m about to create. Without thought, I slowly get into a squat to try and get the pain to go away. Slowly, I start pushing with quiet grunts. 

“UGHHHH”

The massive log pushes out against the pull-ups wall before smushing causing the back of the pull to expand outwards. I push again followed by a quick grunt

“UGH”

the back of my pull-ups expands again and I feel the large log drop down into the seat of my pull ups. With my last push I feel my bladder ask for a release and I happily relax allowing the comforting warming in the front of my pull-ups to take place. I stand up after a few minutes and in doing see I can feel the massive load in the back of my pants.I take deep breath and exhale

“ahhh”

 I say out loud as I’m relieved of the painful cramps. I begin to smell the load that is slowly cooling in my pull-ups and it is unmistakable that I have a dirty diaper. 

The pain in my stomach is gone but the embarrassment and worry replaces it instantly. 

“What was I thinking!” 

I think to myself as I’m now going to have to walk back to mommy with a full pull-up with people around. Plus I’m going to now have to sit in my mess all the way home, why didn’t I think this through? 

I slowly emerge from the clothing rack and waddle my way back to the baby aisle. The large load that I had deposited was cupping my bottom and the smell easily lingered behind me. On my way back to the aisle I heard a mother briefly exclaim

“Phew, it smells like someone has a full diaper”.

I arrive back at the baby aisle and slowly waddle back to mommy with my eyes starting to tear up. Mommy motions to me quietly to come to her where she is kneeling down looking at two different diapering supplies. 

I get closer to her and she pulls me in for a hug, rubs my back, and kisses my forehead

“Its going to be ok honey, its just a poopy pull-up nothing to cry over”. 

She whispers in my ear as she continues to rub my back making things seem better. I wipe the tears from my eyes before I feel her pull the back of my shorts along with pull-ups away from me to sneakily peek at the mess inside.I try to squirm away as this is no less than a public diaper check and people could be around. 

“Shhhhh, I’m only checking to see what the damage is”.

Mommy says as she pulls me close while she finishes checking. 

“Well, I’m going to put this back”

she says as she puts back the box of underjams gently sitting it on the shelf before selecting another item.

“I think it is time for you to spend at least a day in diapers”

She says as she selects a small bag of luvs size 6 diapers.

“Before you get all rallied up”,

She also picks up a small bag of underjams to go along with the luvs. 

I breathe out a sigh of relief knowing that I’m not going permanently into diapers but still unhappy that I’ll be wearing diapers for at least 24 hours. If I had only not yelled at mommy I wouldn’t be back in diapers and instead still wearing pull-ups. 

“You know the rules, do you want me to change you here in the store into a diaper starting your 24 hours now or do you want to wait until we get home?”

I look up at mommy carefully looking around taking in my surroundings before making my decision. 

“Can I get…”