Photoshoot

[antonia]

A masterpiece!

[Ashlynn]

Really like the idea of positive reinforcement to keep the baby girl in nappies

[krystalasbaby2017]

Totally love it, poor Cissy going to find out when he is allowed back into big boy clothes he have no pee pee or poo poo control lol

[gunrunner]

 :) Again 2 thumbs and both big toes!  May-be Brian should share in the profits his mother is pulling in. Hear me out; she has saved over 300 bucks on modeling fees. And his modeling has reaped the in sales of her outfits.  If there was some "profit sharing" maybe Brian would be happier in his outfits. Even when he makes it back to boy's cloths, if he ever does.  I could see a situation where he has to wear training panties.  His mother will approach him one evening about a modeling job where he would have enough to buy his new wireless game controllers.  He will smile and release his bladder,soaking his trainers, and confirming his desire to "make more money".

[DaraJaney]

Eventually Brian’s mother got a call from the photographer that he had returned and they could pick up Brian’s clothes and her house keys.  He had just wet his nappy.  He knew that there was still some pavlova left.  He tried to pretend that it had been an accident.  He sniffled and suc-ked on his soother while pointing to his nappy.  “Oh are you wet sweetie?” his mother asked.  He nodded glumly and suc-ked hard on his soother trying to look like he needed cheering up.  “Let’s get you changed.”  She changed his nappy but there was no offer of cake and he sighed heavily.  It was worth a try.

They drove to the photographer’s studio.  As before, Brian was nervous sitting in the back seat in his pink baby dress.  At least the bonnet covered his face well.  At one point when stopped at lights he heard girls laughing in the next car.  He couldn’t help himself but turn his head so his bonnet opening faced them and one of them made an exaggerated soother-suc-king motion towards him.  He turned forwards quickly hiding his mortified face as he realized that he had been suc-king hard on his soother all the time without thinking of it.

He sat in the back of the car outside the studio hoping that no passer-by would stop and stare in.  When his mother appeared with the hemp bag he began to get excited at the prospect of finally getting out of these damn baby dresses and nappies.

They drove home.  He waited in the back of the car until his mother had opened the front door.  Anna opened the car door and popped his seat belt.  He waddled as quickly as he could to the front door.  He could hear girls’ voices out on the street but he just ran in the door and hoped for the best.

His mother put the bags down.  Brian immediately pointed to the hemp bag.  “Nnnngggghhhh.”  Then he realized that he didn’t need to suc-k on the soother anymore.  He spat it out.  “Can I have my clothes please Mum?”

She looked at him.  “But sweetie I think you need to wear nappies now.  You’ve had a lot of accidents.”  “What?  No!”  He thought of how he had just pretended to wet his nappy in order to get cake and wondered how he could explain that to her.  He was about to protest when she pushed the soother back into his mouth firmly.  “You obviously need nappies now and your baby dresses are the only clothes that will fit over your thick nappies so you need to continue wearing those too.”  “Nnnnggghhh!”

He saw that Anna had brought the fold-up play-pen in the car and she set it up in the sitting room and emptied a bag of his baby toys into the pen.  His mother pushed him into the pen and closed the side gate behind him.  “Now be good while I start preparing dinner.”  Brian flopped down in the pen and looked frustratedly at his mittened hands that prevented him removing his baby dress or his nappy.  Then he started to fill his nappy with pee.  His mother was right.  He couldn’t control it anymore.

Over the next few days Brian desperately tried to regain control of his toilet with mixed success.  Whenever he saw cake his bladder wanted to let go but he managed to resist that.  However, every morning he woke up already wet and had to lie there suc-king on his soother for comfort while he waited for his inevitable morning poop.

One day his mother brought him into the tv lounge at the back of the house and he saw that a larger wooden play pen had been set up and a camera tripod.  “I’ve had this large play-pen made so that we can take more convincing photos of you in your baby dresses”, she told him.  She nudged him into the play-pen and closed the side bars with a click.

He looked around and saw that all of the toys were large to look convincing alongside this large baby.  The bars on the pen came up to his chest.  When he plopped down on his bottom the side bars were higher than his head unlike in the normal pen he’d been in up to now.

His mother took lots of photos of him in baby poses in his lilac baby dress.  He had to hug the large sized dolls and shake the adult baby costume rattle and try to look convincing and get it over with.

“I’ll just go and check these photos” his mother said leaving him clutching a doll in the pen.  He stood up and looked for the opening in the side bars.  It wasn’t easy to see where it was.  The opening must be totally flush with the other side bars.  Eventually he saw a small catch but he couldn’t move it with his hands in mittens.

He shook the side bars at the opening but there was no moving them.  He realized that the side bars on this play-pen were too high for him to climb over.  It effectively kept him in unless somebody let him out.  He frowned.  He sat back down and hugged his dolly a little tighter, upset at being confined to his play-pen.  He wondered how long his mother might be.

She eventually came back in.  “Those photos are great!”  He was relieved that they didn’t need to do any more.  His mother easily flipped open the catch on his play-pen and he waddled out gratefully.  She led him to the kitchen.  There was a large wooden high-chair set up.  Brian hesitated but his mother pushed him on.

Anna raised the tray on the front of the high-chair, smiling as he waddled towards it being nudged on by the mother.  They swept him up and into the chair and Anna swung the tray down in front of his tummy pressing his petticoats in as it clicked into place.

The chair fit him quite snuggly and he realized that it must have been made specially for him – again scaled up so that it looked normal when she took photos of him in his baby dress.  Anna proceeded to pull straps over his shoulders and arms and snapped them together on his chest.  He looked around the chair and saw that the straps were attached to it and if the tray didn’t keep him in place the straps certainly made sure that he couldn’t get out until freed by an adult.  The catch on the straps on his chest needed to be squeezed to open and he certainly couldn’t do that with his mittens.

He wriggled in the high chair testing the strength of the straps.  His lilac legs dangled at the front and there didn’t appear to be a step or bar for him to rest his feet on.  He wondered why they had gone to so much trouble to make a replica high-chair in his size with authentic safety straps and baby-proof catch on the tray.  He couldn’t even see where that catch was – presumably under the tray out of his sight.

Anna fed him a large baby bottle of milk and then spoon fed him a large plastic bowl of baby food while his mother snapped from every angle.  Once again she disappeared to check the photos.  Anna started to prepare dinner.  Brian sat patiently in his high-chair occasionally struggling and testing the strength of the straps and discretely fumbling under the tray to try to find the catch.  But he was stuck in the chair.

Anna asked him if he would like some of his toys from the play-pen.  He thought they would be better than nothing so he nodded.  She returned with a big doll which he had to hold in his right arm and a rattle with a ring on it that she pushed over his mitten on his left hand.

So he was left there hugging a doll and occasionally shaking his rattle with his other hand.  When his mother returned with the camera she loved seeing him with the doll and rattle and took lots more photos.

When dinner was ready they pushed his high-chair over to the dinner table and sat down either side of him with their plates.  Anna gave him another large baby bottle of milk so that he had some sustenance while he sat there watching them eat a delicious lasagna.

[krystalasbaby2017]

yup nappy wetting giggles totally forgot about the possibility of larger size playpen and highchair.  Is he going to be surprised at bedtime as well?

[babycakes]

I wonder if the girls in his neighborhood, who recognized him in the car when he left with his Mummy and Anna for Anna's mother's house, will be asked to babysit Brian when Mummy and Anna go out?  Also, seems like an increase in wardrobe will be required since three dresses doesn't seem sufficient in the long term.  Maybe some nice rompers with ruffles on the back and snaps between the legs for easy changes.  Excellent story.  Thanks again for writing.