So I have found new interests in crossdressing. I have been a nappy addict since - well since when? I have tried being a closet cd nl (crossdresser nappylover) but sooner or later I had to face the big wide world out there.
So as I needed some shopping and other factors were favourable I decided to grasp the nettle and go to Tesco as a girl. Tesco is a large supermarket for those not from the UK.
So to get dressed - I laid out a cream with red floral print cotton dress with hem just above the knee that I bought at a charity stall (as a stage prop) together with nearly flesh stockings and a pale red broad suspender belt. I am tall so flat shoes finished the effect.
For underwear two pairs of double terry towell nappy knickers and semitransparent red plastic pants.
Getting dressed - kinky first, a pair of full girlie burgandy gym knickers. I was erect before I pulled them up. Then the nappy knickers followed by the plastic pants, stockings and suspender belt. Snapping the suspenders closed over the plastic pants into the stockings is so final. Not able to pull your knickers down, not allowed to pull your knickers down, not wanting to pull your knickers down. Lastly the dress and shoes.
It is quite surreal to look in the mirror. The bulk of the nappy knickers has given me women's hips and bottom. I look a bit flat chested, but I am lucky - small breasted women don't need a bra and look better without in my opinion. The best is the slight swell of my abdomen. Below my waist my tummy is fuller in the way that so many attractive women are.
So I take the car and one or two things. Sat at the lights I have to pass wind, not lady like but it does confirm the sensation I have of full bowels. I is a warm evening and I certainly need no more clothes.
When I get there I park quite close to the store, but not too close. I want the car to be ready for a getaway. I sit awhile plucking up courage, maybe this is not so good an idea. I reassure myself - I have crossdressed here before - I have used nappies here before. I just havent combined the two - well not until now.
I don't remember making the decision but somehow the car door was open and I was out. I straitened my skirt, locked the door and headed for the store with what felt like every pair of eyes boring holes in my dress seeing my nappies. In fact no one except perhaps the security guard on the door noticed anything and all she gave away was a 'good evening ma'am' and perhaps an almost imperceptable movement of one eyelid - a wink?
I headed strait for the toilets - not the gents, wrong clothes - not the ladies, wrong sex - no, the unisex disabled and there was no one there so I could enter strait away. All the stuff I needed was in my bag, - latex gloves, tissues, cream, six glycerine suppositories still chilly from the fridge.
I undo my suspenders and pull down my knickers just enough to gain access to my anus. then with the latex gloves on I lubricate my back passage with cream and insert all six suppositories, being very careful to ensure the last is a full finger deep and inside my rectal sphincter. A quick wipe of surface excess cream and all the bits are consigned to the bin.
I have to tell myself to take my time settling my knickers back around my bottom and hips. The interference with my anus has made me erect again but the gym knickers discretely hold my phallus while my nappy knickers spread the bulge accross my tummy avoiding an obvious give away.
A look in the mirror - all is well. Emerging from the toilet it again feels as if all those eyes know about crossdressing, nappy knickers and the laxative in my bottom. Yes, the laxative now working its way relentlessly towards only one outcome.
I check my watch - I left home at seven and it is only half past. I collect a trolley and have to force myself to walk slowly. My anus feels itchy and I clench to try to ease the irritation. It is only where the suppositories have left irritating traces as they passed through. Irritating enough to ensure my erection does not fully subside.
Starting shopping I feel I am walking tensly - do people notice - probably not.
I tense my sphincter frequently to counter the irritation feeling my bowels lift and their contents move. I realise that I am speeding the suppository's melt. I try not to clench but find myself doing it anyway.
A short while passes and I am getting on well with my shopping, in fact the irritation has subsided and I have forgotten about being crossdressed in nappies.
Then without warning I realise that I am tense. When I did it I don't know but my anus is clenched. I try to relax and almost immediately a gentle spasm invades my tummy. I feel as if I need a bowel movement.
Knowing full well that every minute spent shopping is a minute closer to an accident I wonder if I should head back to the toilets and relieve myself. I choose to ignore the messages my bowels are sending me and continue pushing my shopping trolley.
Soon I dare not relax for fear of a tummy cramp starting. I look accross the store. Those toilets are what appears to be miles away. The thought that it is already too late to keep my nappy clean causes a mild panic as it goes through my mind.
I pull myself together just as a proper spasm invades my bowels. I have to stand still and I pretend to read the ingredients list on a packet of I can't remember what. Eventually the spasm passes, only to be superceded by another and another. An assistant approaches me, "is everything alright - you look a bit peeky".
I assure the assistant that "I am perfectly ok" and attempt to walk away doing a fairly passable duck waddle.
It isn't much longer before I have to stop and stoop. Those laxatives are winning and I need to relieve myself now. I let my tummy relax, a squirt of laxative escapes into my nappy as the contents of my bowels falls to lie heavenly on the inside of my sphincter. For a moment nothing happens then A spasm grows squeezing my rectum and softening my anus. I start to mess myself. First the resistance of my bottom, then of my buttocks and then of my nappy. I feel the bulge forming and spreading in the seat of my knickers. I let it happen neither helping or hindering the contractions in the pit of my stomach.
The only thing now is to checkout. I wonder if the checkout girl notices.
Back to the car. I have to sit. Slowly I lower my bottom onto the car seat compressing the mess in my nappy.
I relax as an after cramp invades my belly. I make no attempt to prevent myself wetting and messing myself some more.
My hand strays to my lap. I am hard and want to ease the tension. I masturbate discretely through my knickers.
I am so lucky to have now found a girl and mummy who is tolerant of my nappy use. She's called Paula. So last week Paula announced that her friend Carol had invited us both around for a drink at the weekend. Actually late afternoon, early evening on Friday. My last bowel movement had been on wednesday.
So on Friday I asked Paula what to wear. As it was a very hot day Paula advised me to wear shorts and a polo shirt. Oh yes, and nappies. Just in case I had one of my 'accidents' I had better wear two pairs of double nappy knickers and over them full plastic pants. Paula wanted me to go to the rest room before we set off. I did but didn't do anything. I had trouble fastening my shorts over my bulky nappy. Luckily they were stretchy and did give a bit.
When we arrived at Carol's we discovered we were the only guests. Paula immediately explained my nappied condition to Carol saying I was prone to accidents and as I was over due a poo it was for the best. Carol dismissed it as of no consequence. Paula asked for the rest room and disappeared leaving Carol and I in the kitchen making drinks. Carol was first to broach the subject saying she thought my nappy fetching and the rustle of my plastic pants cute. All she asked was I tried to ask for the rest room if my tummy felt like I needed to go.
We took our drinks onto the veranda where mummy and carol started to talk girl talk. I went into the living room and found a wooden toy train that I started to play with. After a wile mummy and Carol came in to get a drinks refill. While Carol went to the rest room Mummy came across and reminded me to be a good boy and let her know if I needed to go too.
After a while I did feel a gentle spasm in my tummy. Normally I would have ignored it and let the spasms build until I needed to use my nappy. Instead I went out onto the veranda and told mummy I needed to do poo-poos. Off you go to the rest room then you good boy praised Carol. You can manage by yourself? Asked Mummy. I went back in the house hearing Mummy saying well that's a first.
In the rest room I could not help looking round. On the shelf was a strip of glycerine suppositories. The idea was quick to form. I quickly unwrapped three and pulling down my nappies I slipped them into my bottom. I flushed the loo for effect and washed my hands before pulling back up my nappies, plastic pants and shorts.
Here I insert an option
Back on the veranda Mommy was sat on a chair while Carol was on a sofa. I sat down next to Carol. Feeling better she asked. It would come back with a vengeance, but for the time being the suppositories were suppressing any tummy spasms. Much better I said in reply.
It wasn't long. Strong spasms started to attack my tummy. What's wrong with you asked mummy, stop fidgeting. I was quickly getting desperate. Are you all right? asked Carol You've gone very red in the face. Mummy clicked on, did you really go to the toilet? she asked. I shook my head. Did you find the suppositories Carol asked me? Yes I admitted. So when you went to the rest room you slipped in a suppository asked Mummy. One or how many? I couldn't help it, three I admitted, as a plainly audible explosive bubbling came from the seat of my nappy. As I started to empty my bowels the bulge in my nappy formed and spread out.
I'm so sorry said Mummy, but Carol would have non of it, once those suppositories were in we were assured of a messy nappy she said.
But Mummy was embarrassed and told me off for using my nappy. Don't be hard on him said Carol to Mummy I've got a nappy on and there's plenty more in the drawer. Why don't you let me help you into one and then we can slip in some suppositories. First one to poop is a sissy Carol said as a bulge formed in the front of my nappy.
Here is an alternative
In the rest room I could not help looking round. On the shelf was a strip of glycerine suppositories. In the cupboard there were some more together with a pile of nappy knickers and some plastic pants. The Idea was quick to form. I sat still in my nappy and shorts on the closed loo for a couple of minutes and then flushed it for effect.
Back on the varander Mummy as sat on a chair while Carol was on a sofa. I sat down next to Carol. Feeling better she asked? Not really I replied - I must be bunged up nothing happened I replied. Maybe you have a touch of constipation suggested Carol falling into my trap. Perhaps you need some help.
There were some glycerine suppositories in the rest room I suggested. Oh no said Mummy I don't want you messing your nappy here. Oh come now said Carol - the lad needs a little help to get over being constipated. Lets have another drink and make a plan.
Well, it is that time again, time to go down the supermarket and get the christmas cheer. You know, bottles, cans, mince pies, cheese etc, etc. I had been planing the trip for some days. The shopping list had been written and re-written until it was now complete. As well as shopping there was something else I wanted to do. I am an AB, an adult baby and I wanted to be an AB in public. To ensure I have a very full bowel I have been taking anti-diarrhoea pills for the last three days. My plan is to wear nappies while shopping and take a laxative. Let's see what happens.
So I get dressed. Four pairs of nappy knickers. Two pairs of large over two pairs of medium and a pair of plastic pants. The medium nappy knickers feel quite tight. Maybe I have put on some weight, but the feeling is of security too. I feel my penis starting to become erect. The thrill of nappies does that to me. I toy with the idea of masturbating, my nappy would take care of any wetness. Instead I give myself a couple of re-assuring strokes. Then normal clothes; shirt, jeans and a fleece jacket. My jeans feel tight over my nappy. I look in the mirror and see my nappy is not too obvious.
Stopping off in the kitchen I collect my bits and pieces. I need a small plastic bag, a pair of latex gloves and a small tube of moisturing cream which is nearly empty and I have kept for today. I have taken to carrying a disinfectant spray which is already in my pocket. Car keys and wallet I am ready.
I stop off at the drug store to get a laxative. I thought of using a Fleet enema but they work too quickly. Today I'll use glycerine suppositories. They do work less quickly but the end result is the same. Today I'll use six; they come in packets of a dozen so I'll have some to keep for another day. I know the assistant, she lives accross the road from me. I wonder if she notices the bulk of my nappy. I make to buy a packet of suppositories and two Fleet enema's. Her eyebrows go up as she realises what I am buying. I explain I like to have some in the house in case I need them.
As I leave the drugstore she says "see you later" and I reply "I would like that". She smiles and blushes; I make a mental note to find an excuse to visit the drugstore more often.
So it is off to the mall. The weather is foul; wind with driving rain. Thank heaven for underground parking. Sitting in the car I unwrap six suppositories and put them in the plastic bag. That, the latex gloves and the cream go into my outside pocket; it's cooler there.
Next stop the boy's room and a cubicle. First I spray the pan and seat to be safe. I pull my pants and nappies down and sit. Putting the latex gloves on I first lubricate my back passage with the cream, then insert the suppositores in quick succession; one, two, three, four, five and six. I wipe the excess cream off my bum and take off the gloves. The gloves and cream go into the plastic bag. There is a waste bin outside where I will dispose of them. I pull my nappies and plastic pants back up so that my penis points downwards. Carefully I adjust them and my other clothing. Leaving the boy's room I use the spray on my hands.
I am ready to be an AB. Collecting a shopping trolley I head into the supermarket. I am in that lull period between inserting the suppositories and them starting to work. There is little or no sensation from my bowels, but the interference with my anus and the naughtiness of knowing the laxative will induce a bowel movement has given me a quite pleasurable semi erection in my tight nappy.
As I move about the supermarket aisles I feel secure in my nappies. I squeese the base of my penis with my pelvic floor muscles so that my semi erect penis presses downwards into my tight nappy and gives me pleasure. I flex my anal sphincter too and feel my bowels being lifted up into me and falling back to lie on the inside of my anus when I relax. I know doing this is moving the suppositories about and hastening their melting. I don't care; I want my tummy to start telling me that I need a bowel movement.
I am getting on well with my shopping even through I have doubled back through the store a few times. I know this is taking up time, but I don't mind. Then I feel a bowel contraction. I have to squeeze my bottom to lift my rectum up into me to resist the need to use my nappy. In sympathy with the contraction my anus has softened and dilated. This is only the first of many urges to use my nappy and soon passes.
My bowels spasm again. This time the urge to have a bowel movement is more powerful, more prolonged. Eventually the spasm dies down but when I relax my tummy it feels as if another spasm will start. I have to keep my tummy and anal sphincter tensed to keep control. I only need one or two more things, wine next. I am at the wine shelves choosing and desperate. The spasms in my tummy are thick and fast now.
Now I only need some cream, but it is right over the other end of the store. I set off but have to stop. I pretend to read the ingredients on a packet of biscuits while really needing a bowel movement. Eventually I make it to the checkout and pay.
I am back at the car and my tummy is churning. I start to load my shopping but I have to stop. I can't wait any longer and let go. Immediatly I release a stream of laxative into my nappy then my anus is blocked by a massive compacted lump. I want to go, my tummy is trying to go, but I can't. I bear down and feel the lump between my buttocks, meeting the resistance of my nappy. I feel a bulge develop in my nappy then in a rush I pass softer stool that spreads out in the seat of my nappy. A warmth is spreading in the crotch of my nappy. I let my bladder continue to empty savouring the spreading glow.
I hear a female voice "Kath, he do poo in his nappy!" I look round, two cars away there are two women, one of them the assistant from the drug store "Shhh, you can't say things like that!" says the assistant , she must be Kath. Kath looks at me , recognition dawns. "Enema? Suppositories?"
How I love testing the tightness of a virgins pussy. To part her pussy lips with the tip of my shaft and go only as far as resistance is felt. Then to move back and forth in tiny strokes until I spill my seed. She has my seed in her belly but her cherry is still to be popped. heaven!!!
I do like wearing nappies and plastic pants. I prefer towelling nappy knickers, as many pairs inside one anothe as is necessary. Then I use a laxative or enema to ensure I need to use my nappy. Caster oil, glycerine suppositories, fleet or soap enemas. I really like to go nappied in public, when shopping for example. I hope people notice.
