A little while ago Pam, my babysitter, had put me in my high chair at the kitchen table while she prepared our meal. It was to be cold meats and salads followed by gooey chocolate sponge and custard. Pam's plate was normal while the contents of my bowl were chopped up into little bits suitable for a toddler. We soon finished the salad, Pam spoon feeding me while she used a knife and fork. Then my favourite, the chocolate pudding!
After a couple of small spoonfuls I became aware of a tickling coolness spreading across my tummy. I tried to move but the chair restraints held me in place and kept my legs well apart. The coolness spread down between my legs and found my anus. I looked at Pam, my expression asking. 'Ah,' she said, 'can Paul feel the cool enema fountain spurting inside his bottom?' she teased.
Pam had dressed me earlier that morning. I had not protested at being dressed as a toddler. To be honest I quite like and feel aroused being dressed as a youngster. To begin with Pam had laid out my clothes on my freshly made bed.
The sensation of coolness within my anus was becoming quite insistent. I had a mental image of the silicone catheter catheter tube spraying soapy water into me.
On my bed were my clothes - nappy knickers, plastic bloomers, a toddlers short sleeve pink shirt, blue denim shortalls, white socks and patent shoes.