The restaurant owner came over to thank them when filming was over. "Stay as long as you like, and eat as much as you like - on the house!" Joe's mother and Aunt were very pleased with the offer. Joe, still strapped into his high chair, was less so.
Eventually Joe's bladder started to hurt. "Please Mum I need to go to the bathroom!" They were in the middle of their main course and didn't want to be interrupted. The costume lady happened to be passing and heard. "He's in a real nappy by the way so if he has an accident it will be ok." His mother thanked her and they continued eating. "Mum! Please!" Joe begged but she just pushed the soother back into his mouth.
He squirmed like hell but couldn't get out of his high chair. Everyone in the restaurant noticed his desperate struggle but probably just thought he was tired of his confinement to the high chair.
Eventually he had to give in. He sat frozen as the warm pee spread right around his entire cloth nappy. It kept going and going and he was sure there was no way his nappy could hold it all. He was terrified of moving, convinced that any change of pressure on his bottom would send pee squirting out the edges of his nappy.
It was obvious to everyone what had happened, because he stopped trying to get out of the chair and simply slumped there. People started elbowing each other and not so discretely directing attention to the boy in the high chair who had obviously wet his nappy.
The costume lady came over again. She had a hold-all. "There are nappies and plastic pants in there. There's a baby changing room next to the toilets." His mother thanked her and they continued eating while Joe shifted nervously in his soggy nappy. "By the way", the costume lady said, "you can keep the outfit". "Oh thank you!" his mother replied. "He does look so cute in it!" "Hnnnmppfff?" Joe whimpered behind his soother.
The waitress came over when she became aware of the situation. "Let me help you there", she said and started to undo the straps that held Joe into his high chair. She flicked the catch on the tray and lifted it up. "Come with me and we'll get you changed", she said brightly.
Joe was horrified at the idea of this cute young waitress changing his nappy. She could only have been a few years older than him. He whimpered through his soother again in protest. "That's very kind of you dear", his mother replied. "Are you sure?" The waitress giggled. "No problem! I have a little brother so I'm used to changing cute little baby's nappies", she teased.
She led him in his harness to the changing room swinging the hold-all over her shoulder. So absolutely everyone in the restaurant was certain now that Joe had wet his nappy and was going to have it changed. There was widespread tittering. Joe noticed lots of small children sniggering and pointing at the big boy in the pretty baby dress going to have his nappy changed.
When they went into the changing room there was a lady there just finishing changing her toddler boy. She smiled at seeing Joe and looked down at his bulging soggy nappy. "Just as well there's lots of room here", she remarked. Joe could only stand bow-legged and wait his turn. He wasn't keen for this waitress to see him naked - and soaked in pee. He squirmed.
When the lady left with her toddler, Joe had to climb up onto the changing table. He lay back and tried to concentrate on the ceiling and not think about this young lady about to change his nappy. "Hold your dress up", she told him and he obeyed. But he was very conscious how cute she was. As she leant over him to peel his tights off he couldn't help noticing she was quite well endowed. Of course his little member started to react to that thought. "Oh no!" he thought. "Not now!"
He tried to think of other things. He suc-ked desperately on his soother trying to think baby thoughts. But as she carefully peeled off his plastic pants he could feel himself getting harder. Now she was unpinning his nappy. He was getting very frustrated with his member but there was nothing he could do.
She peeled off his soggy nappy. "Oh dear! Who's a naughty baby?" Joe suc-ked desperately on his soother. It was only now she started rummaging in the changing bag which left his lying there totally exposed.
"You'd better stop that", she scolded him as she rummaged for powders and creams and his clean nappy. But there was nothing he could do. She took out a baby wipe and quickly started wiping around his nether regions in as non-sexual a way as she could.
Eventually she ordered him to turn over. He was relieved to be able to hide his embarrassment. She ran baby wipes around his bottom briskly. There was no change in the state of his member though. "You're a very naughty baby", she told him. He sighed heavily. There was nothing he could do about it - even face down. "Stop that right now!" she ordered. Joe didn't know what he could do.
Next thing she smacked his bottom. He whimpered through his soother in shock. "Stop it or I'll continue", she told him. Joe couldn't believe he was lying in a baby changing room, wearing a pink baby dress with matching bonnet, suc-king on a soother with his bare bottom in the air being spanked by a pretty waitress! It wasn't doing anything to lessen his arousal.
She smacked him several times and he whimpered through his soother in protest each time. It wasn't fair! Eventually she could see it was not having the desired effect. There was nothing for it but to finish the process as fast as possible.
She sprinkled baby powder over his bottom and told him to turn over. She averted her eyes from the obvious problem, liberally sprinkled more powder around and quickly took a clean nappy. He cooperated fully by raising his bottom, eager to be covered up again.
Once his nappy was pinned in place she resumed a more leisurely pace. She pulled clean plastic pants up over his nappy. Suddenly she pushed his legs up in the air and started poking at bits of nappy that stuck out through the elasticated legs. When she was satisfied that he was water tight she lowered his legs again. She smiled at his rosy red cheeks. He was mortified.
Then she pulled his pink tights on and his frilly nappy cover and helped him down from the changing table. He looked at himself in the mirror as he pushed his petticoats down. He never thought he'd be so relieved to be in a clean nappy, plastic pants and have his tights and frilly knickers restored but everything was relative.