Not Quite an Accident

Chapter 4

Brad was glad to get inside, away from anyone who might see him. He was sure the training pants were making noise and showing under the overalls, and besides, he had to pee.

“Okay baby, let’s get you to the potty.” His mother said condescendingly as she took his hand. This time she took her time undoing his overalls and watching him squirm. She then pulled down the trainers and aimed his penis towards the toilet. He wasn’t quite ready for a baby potty yet, that could come later, she thought. She waited patiently until he was done and then turned him around and wiped him up, pulling the trainers back up and then swatting him on his padded bottom lightly.

“Alright let mommy get you a snack and then you can watch some tv, I need to work on a few things.” She said kindly, shooing him off to the living room. Brad nearly tripped over the overalls and went to pull them up, but he found his mother’s hand holding them down.

“You don’t need those Brad, it’ll be easier to make it to the potty without them.” She explained helpfully, shooing him once more. He began to move grudgingly.

“But mommy what if someone sees me?” He whimpered.

“No one’s coming over today baby you’re alright. Just watch your cartoons. Besides this way if the doctor comes over she can see you’re following her orders. You wouldn’t want her to think you weren’t, would you?” She asked with a smile.

Brad shook his head and settled on the couch. Mia grabbed up a large glass of juice and some salty chips and made sure Brad was all settled with them before moving to the spare room and starting to shift things about quietly, moving the boxes in from the car and assembling them. She stocked a dresser with the changing pants and began to move some of Brad’s clothes in, as well as taking apart the crib and putting it in place of the bed.

Brad, distracted by the cartoons, only glanced occasionally and to him it just looked like his mom was doing laundry or, perhaps, setting aside an early Christmas present for him. It took about another hour before Brad needed to pee again. There didn’t seem to be any sense in asking his mother. He was a big boy and he could prove it by going on his own.

He waited until the commercials though, when he could barely hold it any longer, and scurried along to the bathroom, dribbling a bit as he did. He didn’t know why he needed to wet so badly lately.

Mia meanwhile was walking by with his underwear, to be given to the goodwill store, when she noticed an empty couch and an empty glass of juice. Ever the shrewd one she dropped the underwear in a trash bag and headed for the bathroom. Mia burst in just as Brad had taken down his dampened trainers and was beginning to pee. He turned quickly, wetting on the floor a bit as he did so and very surprised.

“Bradley!” His mother began, using his full name as he stood there, damp and naked. “What did we agree on?” She demanded. Brad murmured something non-committal. “Well?” She boomed. “That I’d ask you to take me to the bathroom…” He said softly, staring down at a little puddle on the floor.

“And can you see why?” She boomed. “This will take me forever to clean up, and I put you back in trainers so I wouldn’t have to follow a little boy around cleaning up pee! I can see I made the right decision. Brad you’re in trouble. Get your panties up right now!” She said.

“But mommy I gotta pee…” He said, fidgeting about. “You already have it seems, all over the floor and…” She picked the trainers up from around his ankles and poked the front.” In your training pants as well. You’re lucky I don’t have you back in diapers full time for this, baby.” She looked satisfied with the fear she’d put in him and then she held the trainers out. “Put them on Brad and then we’ll talk about your punishment for disobeying mommy.”

Brad reluctantly stepped into them, feeling the damp chilly wetness where he’d dribbled a bit. Once Mia had him in the trainers she marched him out to the living room and put him in the corner.

“Okay stand there while mommy gets things ready. You can just think about what you’ve done.” She instructed, making sure his nose faced the corner before disappearing. Brad whined softly, soon needing to pee again. He’d only gotten a little out before he was interrupted.

With nothing else to do Brad just listened to his mothers steps up the stairs, and the heavier ones coming down. He started to peek over his shoulder but he could feel his mother’s stare on him now, knowing she was in the room.

He heard something moving about and then his mother grasped his shoulder. “Come on baby, let’s get you in your play pen.” She said. And that was just what she’d set up, his old padded playpen with the pictures of dinosaurs on it. Brad looked up at her and whimpered as he found himself picked up and plopped down inside like a toddler.

“No mommy!” He whined as he flopped down on the padded floor.

“Keep quiet. Mommy needs to go clean up your mess and finish moving some things. If I hear another peep from you it’s a spanking.” She said threateningly. She didn’t enjoy being mean or domineering with him, but he had to learn to accept her rules so his training would go more smoothly. She wanted everything to be on track so the doctor would be happy and things could go easily instead of requiring more medications or fighting.

Brad pouted and sat in the playpen for what seemed like hours. With nothing else to do his focus increasingly went to his full bladder. He whined softly to himself and stood up, tugging at the rails. He could have climbed out but the walls here just high enough that to do so would make a bit of noise. Finally he couldn’t stand it any longer.

“Mommy I need to pee.” He begged.

The reply came from the guest bedroom this time, his mother apparently having finished in the bathroom.

“Just hold it baby I’ll be done soon.”

Soon as it turned out, seemed to be a long way off as it usually was when she said that word. Brad found himself dribbling again and did all the old tricks, squeezing his legs together and pressing his hands over his crotch. He couldn’t help but feel thirsty now for some reason and he figured his mother wouldn’t have a problem with him needing a drink. He slowly unclenched his legs and tried to get one of them over the side and then it hit. He couldn’t hold it anymore. A spurt of pee escaped and then quickly stopped, but it had felt so good. Brad finally gave in and sat down with his legs spread, whimpering as he squirted into the trainers.

The pants absorbed the wetness as he was still wetting the way big boys do, a little bit at a time. His bladder was still used to not emptying all at once if it felt that the urine was being squished against his skin. Still, by the time he was done the training pants were warm and bulging and he felt relieved, though terribly helpless.

His mother returned just as he’d finished and smiled down at him, noticing the look on his face.

“Uh oh looks like I better check baby’s trainers.” She cooed as she picked him up under his bottom. She gave the trainers a light press and felt the heat in them, smiling inwardly.

“Did you have an accident?” She asked. Brad just nodded his head.

“And did you make more noise when mommy said not to?” She asked to the same response.

“Well mommy’s going to punish you and put you down for a nap, but don’t be embarrassed about your wetting Braddy, the doctor said to expect that. You just need to learn to listen to mommy.” She soothed.

“Okay…” Brad said in a trembling voice as she started to carry him down the hall. “But can I have a drink first?” He asked, looking up at Mia earnestly.

“Of course baby.” She smiled warmly, no longer so angry at him. This had given her a good reason to switch him into a more fitting room, and she knew his thirst was thanks to the diuretic. She didn’t want him getting dehydrated and so she moved to the kitchen and let him have a cup of milk while holding him on her lap, stroking his back to calm him.

Once he was done he looked around for anything to further delay his punishment, but Mia would have none of it. He was a bit puzzled when she passed by the door to his room though and headed towards the guest bedroom.

When she opened the door Brad stared on in surprise. The nondescript furniture was largely gone, replaced by a new, odd sort of shelf, his crib, a rocking chair, and a few of his older toys from when he was much younger that he’d now outgrown.

“What’s this?” He asked in stunned silence, a pause which his mother had used to carry him over to, and seat him atop, the table.

“This is your new nursery kiddo. It’ll be easier for me to take care of you in here and I can store all your baby stuff here. You can have your old room back when you get better okay?” She asked with a comforting smile.

“Well… okay.” Brad said, unsure of the whole thing but trusting his mother. It wasn’t that much worse, the furniture didn’t look too babyish and was mostly just light pine wood.

“Alright let’s get up and undress for nap time.” Mia said brightly, lifting him up. “Pull your pants and trainers down for mommy like a good boy.” She instructed as she hoisted him up under his arm pits and held him gently to make sure he didn’t fall. Brad complied easily, already growing used to his mother seeing him naked again. He wiggled his pants off and then dropped the tight trainers around his ankles. They flopped wetly on the padded changing table.

“Good boy!” Mia gushed before sitting him down. She dropped the wet changing pants into a diaper pail and set his pants aside. As Brad settled his damp bottom on the chilly plastic surface she popped his tee shirt up over his shoulder after prompting him to raise his arms, and was finally left with a naked boy who she could easily get prepared for his nap. She hadn't expected him to be so tractable, but knowing he had a punishment coming always seemed to calm him down.

“Now lay back so mommy can get you ready for your nap time.” She said firmly, pressing a hand to his chest. Once she had him reclined she moved swiftly, taking a plastic strap that had been hanging down over the side and secured it to the other side, pulling it firm over his stomach.

Brad looked up and began to squirm, remembering how the doctor had used the same method for him. His mother tickled his stomach lightly and simply smiled to him, settling him down while she moved to a cupboard to get a catheter and some jellied lubricant. Mia had thought of just using vaseline, but the doctor had advised her to use a water soluble lubricant to prevent a urinary tract infection.

Brad began to squirm and fuss when he saw what she’d brought. “Nooo not that again!” He whined, crossing his legs to try to deny her access.

“Baby remember you’re already in trouble and part of your punishment is to have to stay in the nursery from now on, but it can get a lot worse.” She said ominously as she set the package and tube down and got out a goodnight. She opened it up and laid it under her son’s bottom as he stared up at her.

“Mommy why do I gotta have the catheter?” He whined while she began to wipe over his penis and scrotum and tummy with a few baby whipes.

“Because if I don’t do this I’ll have to strap you down. It’s your choice little one.” She said sweetly. After a moment she figured he’d decided by his silence and took out the round headed syringe. She slid it into the lubricant and wiggled it about to coat the outside before drawing back the plunger a bit.

This done she set the lubricant down and looked to her patient. She could tell he was nervous and she set her free hand on his stomach and cooed to him. She knew just her touch should settle him down.

“Don’t worry it won’t hurt too much and you’ll soon get used to it, it’s only for a little while.” She promised him, feeling a bit guilty. But it was for his own good, she decided as he stared up at her. She moved her hand down to his penis and pointed it up towards his stomach, squeezing the tip down and slipping the injector in. She pushed the plunger and Brad squirmed as he felt the cool gel forced into his urethra.

Mia set down the injector and picked up the catheter’s package, opening it and then telling Brad to hold very still. She began to slide the tube with its slightly bulbous front into him. Brad soon started to fuss and wiggle his legs, but Mia let go of his penis to hold them down once she had the tube in deep enough. She watched his face, first as the tube was fprced to curve just inside of his perineum, and then when it poked at his prostate. Mia smiled and moved her free hand up to tickle him, drawing a fit of giggles and soon able to slide the tube the rest of the way in.

She hadn't banked on it working so well though. As soon as it was in liquid started to flow through it, squirting out pee all over his stomach and thighs. It was only a short burst but Mia still had to quickly fold the diaper up to both contain it and dry him off a bit. Brad whimpered as the quick movement jostled the catheter within him.

“Ow!” He screamed in exaggerated pain.

“Stop fussing! If you hadn't been naughty in bed I wouldn’t have to do this. Look you’ve peed everywhere!” Mia scolded as she used more baby wipes to clean him and the table up. She then took out another syringe and inflated the balloon on the catheter once she was satisfied that the boy was empty. She settled the catheter and then generously sprinkled him with baby powder, lifting his bottom so that she could get it everywhere.

“Oh one last thing.” She said with a smile. Brad saw her produce the hated thermometer and began to kick and squirm in earnest, only reinforcing Mia’s decision to punish him. She approached the squirming brad, concealing the laxative suppository in her free hand.

Mia smiled to him and stroked his chest, trying to settle him. “Don’t worry it’ll be over soon and we can get you down for your nap.” She promised as he lay there with the damp diaper covering his crotch and stomach.

“Mommmy pwease I’m not sick!” Brad begged.

“I know that honey buns but the doctor just wants me to make sure, it’s for your own good okay?’ Mia asked. “Come on if you let me do this you can have some chocolate milk when you get up.” Enticement always worked, especially with chocolate.

“Oki!” Brad said enthusiastically.

“Alright baby now roll your legs up like for a diaper change.” She instructed. Brad complied with a small smile and Mia used her free hand to spread the vaseline over his little crevice. Her hand there also kept Brad from seeing the suppository she poked inside and then pressed in the rest of the way with the thermometer. To him it felt like he was just having his temperature taken normally. Mia kept the thermometer in for only a minute, not wanting Brad to start to feel the need to go poopie before she had him in his crib and securely diapered.

Mia soon slid the instrument out of her little boy’s bottom and Brad barely noted that it went out much more easily than it had gone in, leaving the dose of laxative in his bottom. His body heat was already melting the casing on the suppository so it could start to do it’s work. Mia smiled and blew a raspberry on Brad’s tummy, drawing a giggle from him and a bright smile. He surely felt a lot better now that he had the promise of chocolate milk and something to make him giggle. He barely noticed as Mia taped up his diaper and tucked him into the crib.

It was perhaps half an hour later when he woke up and did notice something. He felt like he really needed to go potty, and his diaper was already wet without him even having noticed. H was used to that sensation. The worrying part was the pressure in his bottom that he couldn’t seem to contain.

He squeezed his little anus as best he could and soon began to press out and then in again as if that might help. He whined for Mia, but she’d turned off the baby monitor she had in his room. Brad was on his own and the suppository was certain to beat him. He had to fight though, and he wiggled to his feet and tried to climb over the rail of the crib. Of course spreading his legs was the last thing he should have done, and he could soon feel mushy mess flowing into his diaper as his bottom spasmed and pushed it out.

Brad fell back into the crib and felt the mess squish upwards into the front and back of the diaper, almost all the way up to his tummy. And it was still coming. He soon began to cry and whine for his mother, especially as he felt pee trickling out over his stomach. He tried to stop it but there was nothing he could do. This catheter thing made it impossible to hold his pee!

Brad could think of nothing to do but cry and finally fall into sleep. Mia came in an hour later to wake him and was stunned by the smell, though she was glad that the goodnight had managed to contain it all. Less mess for her to clean up. She got Brad up and treated him to a sippy cup full of chocolate milk. Brad was content to drink from it and just close his eyes as his mommy changed him and removed the tube. His messes were no longer his responsibility, she would take care of all of it and decide where he went potty. That was easier than having to acknowledge his dirty bottom.

Mia found him quite cooperative now and decided not to chide him for his accident. Next time she gave him a suppository though she decided she’d need to use proper baby diapers to make sure they’d be absorbent enough.

The week passed less eventfully with Mia keeping her child in just a tee shirt and the training pants, and often taking him to the potty. Of course when he seemed particularly engrossed in something she’d forget to ask if he needed to go, and she timed fits of tickling to make sure he had an accident or two every day. She used one of these that made a puddle on the floor as an excuse to transfer Brad from a big boy potty, which was more stationary and clearly too far for him to go, to a baby potty which was much more mobile.

Brad fussed about it at first.

“I’m not usin it that’s for babies!” He said with a stomp of his foot.

“Babies go in their training pants and that’s what you did. You can either use your trainers or go in the potty. Mommy is tired of running to the bathroom all the time. This makes it easier for both of us baby.” Mia soothed him and then smiled, revealing her secret weapon.

“You can have a glass of chocolate milk if you go on your new potty three times in a row” She promised. That was enough for Brad, and Mia was happy to get more fluids into him.

The only other battle of the week had been about his new diet. Brad was now noticing the lack of hard cheese, meat and peanut butter in his diet. Instead there was a lot of fruit and cereal and yogurt, as well as softer cheeses and grains. Brad hated the taste of a lot of this and often said so.

“Baby” His mother began to explain. “The doctor doesn’t want your bottom to get clogged up or you’ll have a tummy ache, so we’re giving you food to make it easier for you to go poopie.” She stated. The food was indeed starting to have this effect as she’d noticed he was having three or four bowel movements a day even without laxatives. But she needed to break his mental resistance as well as physical. Mia waited until Thursday morning, the day after Brad had just gotten over his new potty and was cranky from a wet, dirty diaper, to spring her trap.

She made all the foods Brad hated most, unsweetened oatmeal, bran cereal, plain yogurt and stewed prunes. She tried a few times to get him to eat and then let him tantrum and push the food away from his face as she tried to feed him. Even airplane noises didn’t work.

‘Okay baby what do you want?” She asked, giving him a choice.

“Scambled eggs and bacon and yummy stuff!” He demanded, looking up as though this was a trick, which it was.

But of course his mother dutifully made the breakfast he preferred, but slipped a ground up pill into the eggs. The doctor had given her this incase her son got fussy over this issue. Brad thanked his mother and ate greedily and the day proceeded as planned until Brad ended up with a tummy ache. Mia said he should try to go poopy with a knowing smile, and she led him to the bathroom.

He grunted and pushed but nothing came out. She sighed and picked him up as he whined about his tummy. She rubbed it and gave him some juice to drink saying it might go away. Brad came back hours later from playing with blocks to say he needed to poop once again. Again nothing came out.

Finally Mia couldn’t stand making her little one suffer anymore, and took him to the changing table. She put on a glove and pulled off his trainers. “Mommy will see what’s wrong with baby. Don’t worry it wont hurt.” She soothed as she rubbed his tummy with her free hand. She dabbed on some vaseline and probed his bottom, frowning theatrically as she found what she expected. He was impacted, and his stool had hardened thanks to the stool hardening agent she’d dosed him with. It wouldn’t cause damage if taken care of (as she planned to) but it would teach him a valuable lesson about eating what he was given.

Mia proceded to use a bulb syringe to suction up baby oil, and squirted this into his bottom, repeating two times. It wouldn’t take much, and mineral oil worked very well. Brad whined as she finished the insertions and then slid one of the thick goodnights onto him. The worst part was having to listen to his mommy chide him for eating food that would make him sick the whole time, and it surely linked the bacon and eggs with this new unpleasant experience and his tummy ache.

Mia massaged Brad’s tummy and told him he had to stay in the diaper for an hour until the enema had drawn out the poopie. He wouldn’t have control over it, she said, so he might as well go in the diaper. Brad whined at this but stopped upon a stern look from his mommy. Mia could only smile to herself as she watched him play and occasionally stop to let out a messy fart. He occasionally asked to be changed, but was easily rebuffed. Mia wasn’t entirely happy that she’d had to throw out a perfectly good breakfast, but she knew he was being punished enough.

After a diaper change Brad felt a bit better and quietly ate what he was served for lunch. However thanks to the baby oil he was blushing and looking embarrassed every once in a while for the rest of the day as more oil made its way out of him with a wet fart. Mia could only smile, and was treated to the same obedience at dinner, even as he wiggled his oily bottom in the chair. The training was going well and it would soon be time to start the next phase.