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?"

"Suppositories" I say.