My heaven would be to be dressed as a toddler and taken to the mall or shopping centre.
My dom had declared me constipated as I had not had a BM for three days. “We will have to do something about that ” I was told. “As a precaution you had better wear a nappy while we are out!”
Very soon it was all to obvious what dom was thinking of! Denim shortalls and a cotton polo shirt were laid out together with sandals and short socks. Then towel nappy knickers, plastic pants and a Foley catheter. Mild panic set in as I realised there was only one use for the catheter tube and nappy!
While being dressed to go out my dom firstly inserted one end of the tube into my bottom and inflated the bulb. Then dom put me in nappy knickers and plastic pants. The tube would come out of my bottom, forward between my legs and then upwards past my pee-pee to emerge from the waist of my nappy at my tummy button.
The tube swung free from waist band of my plastic pants. First I was dressed in the polo shirt. Then as my shortalls were pulled up the tube is fed via a small hole into my short's pocket. After my shortalls are pulled up and settled securely over my nappy the excess is coiled up and safely put in my pocket with a clip on it.
I must admit to some trepidation and arousal contemplating what dom is planning. Acting as a toddler in public is always ‘naughty’ in a sexual way!
After we have been shopping for a while we go to a cafe. There my dom extends the tube from my pocket, produces a syringe and under the table attaches it to the tube. Releasing the clip the syringe plunger is slowly depressed. First I feel a bubble of air from the tube gently inflating my bowel causing slight but intensely arousing pressure on the inside of my anus. My nappy cocoons my hardening pee-pee as a tickling coolness tracks down my tummy, then between my legs and into my anus. A new wave of mild panic sweeps over me as I feel the cool glycerine enema invading my bowels.
Once the syringe is empty the clamp is re-applied and the tube coiled back into my pocket.
We soon leave the cafe to do more shopping. It is not long before the glycerine starts it's magic and my bowels gently spasm. My dom notices my preoccupation; “Don't worry about having an accident" a bit too loudly for comfort "that's why I put you in a nappy!”
I feel a dozen pairs of eyes gazing at me and the clear outline of my nappy under my shorts. “I don't want to use my nappy in public in front of people!” I whisper acutely aware of my erect phallus and the consequential bulge in the front of my shorts.
“It's too late to worry about that” dom says, “There's already enough liquid glycerine inside your tummy to take care of your constipation!”
Dom was right! My lower tummy spasmed again.
“Cramps starting?” asked dom.
I had to admit “yes” as I clenched. Then “crikey!” as a full blown cramp knotted my innards. It was all I could do to keep my nappy clean!
The spasm passed but the calm was short lived! Very soon my bowels were cramping again. Not only were my bowels insisting I needed a poo but my anus was softening as well! I wanted to clench but I was loosing control. Inadvertently I farted. There was no mistaking the wet bubbling gurgle as liquid escaped my anus. Desperation set in as my bowels dropped to lie heavily on the inside of my anus.
My poo started to open my anus. As it met the resistance of my nappy the flow stopped leaving my anus stretched and a lump between my buttocks. I could not help it, stooping I automatically bore down. With a rush the seat of my shorts bulged indicating to all I was messing my nappy.
Sometime while I was filling my nappy I became aware of a warm glow spreading in the crotch of my nappy. I had not consciously let go but now I was wetting my nappy too!
“Well,well! exclaims dom, ”Is this red faced toddler ready to tell me something?" I have to admit to a dirty nappy as I relax and allow a new bowel spasm push more poo into my nappy!
“Not much more shopping” says dom.
'Seems I'll be in a messy nappy while we finish shopping!' I think as I wet my nappy again!