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Quick Trade - A Little Photo Shoot
🕑 Added 2023-02-08 00:03:05 +0000 UTCOllie is a college student who needs some extra cash. His mother has the perfect solution….
A Little Photo Shoot
“Oh Ollie baby, it’s ok!”
Ollie didn’t feel ok. Far from it, he felt positively mortified at his current situation. His short black hair was neatly parted, carefully conditioned to a neat shine. His face had been given a small amount of blush and foundation, just enough to bring out his features for the camera that was placed in front of him. He was grateful that he only had a small amount of gloss on his lips, but the bright yellow pacifier that covered them made it entirely moot anyway.
“Come on, smile! You’ll look so precious!”
Precious in his mothers eyes, perhaps. Outright laughing stock to the rest of the world if the pictures ever left this room. He shifted left to right, his legs pushed apart by the substantial bulk that sat between them. While being in a diaper wasn’t entirely uncomfortable, the onesie his mother had made for her side business was a little tight. He’d taken a job as her “special model” once at college and hadn’t been able to get away from doing it again. She paid his tuition, and the money was good, but every time he came back she had something even more embarrassing for him to try on.
“Is your diaper wet honey? I can get another one from your changing bag if you’d be more comfortable?”
If Ollie could blush more than he already was his face would’ve been on fire. He shook his head, trying to keep some measure of cool and assurance despite the absurd situation he was in. His mother had always been doting, but he felt like she was taking a weird pleasure in getting him back into baby clothes.
“Good boy, staying dry for Mommy” she went back behind the camera, making sure the tripod was set nicely in place and adjusting the length of the lens. Ollie could only hope she’d lose the focus on the pictures entirely before she developed them.
“Can you get to those blocks over there? Look like you’re playing with them for me.”
Ollie sighed and got to his feet, only to hear his mother immediately call back to him.
“No no! Stay crawling sweetie, I need to get some of that for the set too!”
He grumbled and sat back down on his bottom before turning over to get into a crawl. He knew that in this position his diaper was being pushed into the air and coming out of the sides of the onesie snaps, giving no doubt to anyone watching how thickly padded he was.
“That’s it!” His mother reacted cheerfully “Come on! A few more little steps for Mommy and you’ll be at your special blocks!”
Ollie grimaced as his knees rubbed against the carpet. Not enough to get even close to a burn, but the sensation was hardly one he wanted to repeat regularly. Once he was at the blocks he sat back down, stretching out his legs and grabbing a couple of the wooden toys. His ears caught the sound of the camera clicking behind him, his head turning to watch as his mother continued to snap photo’s of him.
“There we go! See baby, it’s not hard is it?! Just a little playtime to help out Mommy”
It wasn’t hard work but Ollie felt like it was taking more energy not to just throw the blocks at the camera than any amount of manual labour or intense learning would ever have done. He turned them over in his hands and tried to look interested, but it wasn’t long before his mother was back by his side.
“Hmmm… let’s give the mittens a try”
“Mmpph!” Ollie nearly spat out the pacifier but managed to catch himself “Noooo…”
“Oh baby, don’t make such a fuss” his mother went over to a large cardboard box and started to sift through it “I knew I had the prototypes in here somewhere… Ah!”
Ollie’s eyes widened as she pulled out the huge, fleece hand wear. They were a bright baby blue, with a little white frill at the wrist.
“Now, let’s get these on your little hands before you make a mess…”
Ollie instinctively tried to crawl away, still on all fours, but his mother barely had to break her strike to reach him. He turned over and looked up, her smile a wide beam as she held out the mittens.
“They’ll keep your hands nice and clean for the next bit!”
Next bit? What was she planning to do now? Ollie’s dread at the myriad of things it could be distracted him long enough for his doting mother to slip the two gloves over his hands and tighten two lace strings.
“Come on honey, let’s get some pictures with your baba!”
Baba? Really? She didn’t possibly have a…
The huge bottle that his mother produced from the mini fridge in her studio was covered in cartoon characters of all shapes and sizes. It was as large as a sports bottle, its white contents sloshing about under a massive nipple that Ollie could scarcely believe was real.
“Paci out sweetie, I need you to hold this in your little maw-maw while I take some more pictures!”
Ollie obliged and took the bottle, nearly forgetting that he had no way to grip it. He pushed his mittened hands together as hard as he could, just about keeping the bottle above the ground with sheer force of will.
“Now, lie down for me and start to suckle sweetheart” his mother instructed “Make sure to drink the whole thing!”
“Mmmph!” Ollie got the nipple to his mouth just as the final instruction arrived. It was at least a litre!
“Good boy! Keep going!”
Embarrassed and nearly exhausted already, Ollie just let the milk flow into his mouth. The size of the nipple made suckling easy enough, as though he was taking swigs from a store brand soda. He started to get into a rhythm, his legs settled down as he closed his eyes and tried not to think too hard about the clicking sounds from the camera nearby. His mother at least seemed to be happy with what he was doing, the picture taking seemed to be coming thick and fast even as the bottle got closer and closer to being finished. Eventually he heard the telltale sound of air being sucked from an empty contained and opened his eyes.
“Such a good baby!” His mother looked over the top of the camera, clapping a little bit in delight “You’re such a good model you know. Definitely getting a bonus I think…”
Ollie didn’t make a sound. A bonus was a bonus, any extra money from this job was going to be going straight to his party funds once he was back at his dorm.
“Now, I’ve set the camera to auto for a bit. Can you sit up for Mommy”
Ollie let himself be helped into a sitting position, his mother taking the bottle and setting it to one side. Before he could say anything more he was pulled into an unexpected hug.
“Thank you so much baby! This is so helpful!”
She was patting his back lightly in the hug, and even with her reassuring words, Ollie could see straight through the ruse.
BUUURRRRPPPP
Better to just get it out, he thought.
“Wow! Such a big burp for Mommy! I bet that looked great on film!”
Ollie really hoped it didn’t. He held his hands up, hoping his mother would get the hint that he wanted the mittens off.
“Oh no baby, just one more set with those. I’ve got two very special surprises!”
More? How much stuff had she got made this time? Ollie tried to get to his feet but a tutting sound came from his mother as he tried to do so. He was still crawling for the time being it seemed.
“I’ll be right back, stay still!”
Ollie nodded and sighed. At least his pacifier was out for a bit. He grimaced a little at the thought of it being his but he could hardly deny at this point that he was likely going to be given that as a gift for Christmas or something.
“Here we are! Special delivery!”
With a huge beaming smile and barely contained glee his mother pulled a huge, oversized bassinet into the set, wheeling it in front of the camera. It took up nearly half the room, being the size of a proper single and clearly able to hold an adult. Ollie could only gawk in response, the frilly outer cloth barely disguising the babyish bed clothes inside. An oversized mobile even hung above it, little ducks turning round and round as his mother began to adjust her lens again.
“Come on baby, get in! Don’t make me carry you!”
“But…” Ollie responded more out of confusion than a refusal to obey.
“Ah, ah no buts remember. Buts are for big boys who pay for their own things at college aren’t they?”
Ollie sighed and nodded, crawling over to the huge, babyish bed and pulling himself over the top of the short wooden sides. Once he was inside, those sides felt far taller, his body nearly falling into the soft, feather mattress beneath it.
“And one last thing to complete the look!”
The bonnet that his mother pulled out in front of him was something out of his nightmares. The baby blue and white lace frills matched his mittens.
“Mom that’s…”
“Oh silly me! Where’s your pacifier?!” Either she was ignoring him, or, Ollie suspected was more likely the case, she knew this was the easiest way to keep him breaking the mood.
“Here you go sweetie, no more babble ok?”
He simply nodded back and rested his head on the pillow. He had to admit this was actually a very comfortable bed. The mobile that was very slowly spinning above his head was even a surprisingly welcome distraction from the sounds he could hear above him. The camera had been extended up to get the full view of him lying in the ridiculous bed, and his mother was now resorting to a remote clicker.
It was then that a feeling made itself known to the young man. Ollie groaned as his stomach turned, his face contorting as a cramp shot through his gut.
“Baby, are you ok?”
Ollie felt another tightness in his lower bowels, his muscles contracting as they tried to stop what he rapidly realised was an oncoming bathroom emergency.
“Uh-oh… even at your age I know that face…”
What did she mean by “that face”?! Ollie flipped onto his stomach, trying to get purchase on the mattress so he could get out of the bassinet.
FFFFRRRRTTTT
With an almighty noise, Ollie felt his control completely vanish. He was having a poopy accident, in a diaper, with his mother taking pictures all the while.
“Oh goodness!” her voiced sounded surprised, but not concerned “Guess I put a bit too much in that bottle…”
Ollie didn’t hear her musings. He was too busy trying not to cry at the feeling of the mess coating his bottom completely overrode all the previous feelings of embarrassment. The noises from his rear didn’t stop for a good minute. With his body finally spent, he collapsed into the bassinet and tried not to flip onto his back.
“Oh baby that was great! I got some fantastic photo’s of your onesie popping open!”
Ollie hadn’t even registered that. His diaper must be on full display, with the bulge in the back showing off what he’d just deposited into it.
“Now, I think you should have a quick nap. I’ll be back in thirty mins with a fresh diaper and we’ll start on the next set, ok baby?”
Ollie suckled on his pacifier and whimpered quietly. He wanted this to be over, but he wanted a fresh diaper even more first.
