Not Quite an Accident

Chapter 5

A few days later Brad woke up to find his diaper already open and the catheter being slowly wiggled out. He whined a bit at finding himself strapped down on the changing table and looked up at his mother with sleepy eyes. It was way too early to be up, so what on earth could be going on?

‘Good morning sleepy head.” Mia cooed.

Brad looked up at her groggily and held up his legs as she began to pat him with a baby wipe.

“What’s goin on?” He finally managed to ask.

Mia smiled down to him before rubbing in a bit of baby oil over his still moist bottom and penis. Brad couldn’t help but smile at the attention and Mia was glad to see him seeming less cranky with so little effort. Never the less she stopped her attentions to his peepee quickly, she didn’t need that thing pointing up out of his diaper for the car ride.

‘We’re off to the doctor’s again to check your progress baby.” Mia said brightly, glad she already had him fastened down.

Brad’s face immediately turned and he started kicking. There was no way Mia could get his trainers on like this. She knew how to handle it though and quickly snatched up his legs. She maneuvered her forearm just below his knees and pressed down to hold his legs, and grabbed up both his wrists in her other hand, stretching them out over his head. She held him like this naked and helpless in grim silence until he stopped struggling, and then unbuckled the strap around his stomach. Brad seemed caught off guard at the act of being released, but he soon made sense of the motivation for it.

His mother held him against her firmly, keeping his arms and legs pinned as she carried him over to the rocking chair and forced him over her lap. She let his bottom dangle on one side and his upper body on the other. He wasn’t big enough yet that she needed to lock his legs between hers, and the kicking and squirming would help to tire him out anyhow. Brad looked up at her and began to plead, only to feel the first smack land on his heiney.

Before long he began to kick and squirm and beg. But the pain soon overcame him and the kicking grew more desperate, coming to a climax and then ceasing as he was overcome by heaving sobs. Mia could feel all of this as his stomach was against her thighs, so she knew when to stop. Once he’d stopped struggling and making intelligible pleas she let him up and carried him back to the changing table, proceeding to rub in a bit of baby lotion to cool his heated butt. The oil had surely made his skin softer and easier to spank, and had also increased the volume of the collisions. She almost felt sorry for him as she got him dressed in his trainers, overalls and a teeshirt. She took Brad down from the table and held him with his head against her chest, rubbing his back to soothe him.

Mia took him down to breakfast rather quietly, enjoying the effects of some well deserved discipline. Hopefully his more submissive state would last out the day, and especially the visit with the doctor. He was scheduled for the usual bladder test, and a stool sample as well as the new therapy the doctor would be giving the impetus for. Mia set Brad down and admonished him to eat his breakfast quite firmly. She needed to make sure he got the full dose of the diuretic she’d laced the oatmeal with. She left him to his oatmeal and fruit fate while she went to make sure his new car seat and toddler harness were all ready in the car. It would be a busy day.

Brad was soon finished and hopped up to search for his mother despite having a bit of his breakfast on him. He had nearly reached the front door when she entered through it and frowned down at him harshly. Mia froze him in place with a glare.

“And just where do you think you’re going young man?” She demanded.

Brad whimpered and stared up at her. It took a forceful “Well?” to get him to reply.

“I was finished my breakfast Mommy so I came to find you…” He said helplessly. Mia was suspicious, knowing the propensity of boys to fib, and she hefted him up into her arms and carried him into the kitchen.

“I really need to find a way to keep you from running around when you should be eating.” She said before she noticed that his dishes were indeed empty and softened her tone. “Awww baby ate all his foodies!” She gushed, patting his bottom as she set the dishes in the sink.

“Well come on then, let’s get you to the doctors.”

Brad began to whine and squirm, but a firm tap on the bottom reminded him of the consequences of such actions. He settled down and let his mother seat him in the car. He didn’t see the safety seat in the trunk. His mother made sure he was buckled in, and since he had been so good about his breakfast she decided to put off settling him into the child seat. His door closed and the vehicle roared to life.

Mia was in no hurry to reach the doctor’s office, and indeed intended not to. She handed Brad a sippy cup of chocolate milk, his particular favorite, to ensure that he’d drink it. The traffic was bad on the road she’d chosen, and predictably enough she soon heard Brad begging to stop to go to the bathroom. Mia assured him she couldn’t pull off and told him to hold it as they’d soon reach the doctor’s office.

The minutes dragged by and finally Brad pleaded that he couldn’t hold it anymore. The diuretics were doing their job and Mia had kept him holding it long enough that he would surely let it all out at once, just what she wanted. Though she was now feeling silly for not putting him in the car seat, which would have been easier to clean. She just had to hope that his pants would absorb most of the leakage.

“Mommy I cant hold it!” Brad pleaded more desperately still.

“Baby go in your trainers.” Mia said domineeringly.

“I don’t wanna!” He mourned, tugging at the seat belt as he felt himself begin to dribble.

“It isn’t good for boys to hold their pee so long baby. Let mommy help.” She reached back and found the softness of his tummy, starting to tickle with one hand while they were stuck at a red light. Brad giggled immediately and felt the flood gates open. The wetness ran down between his legs and snaked over his thighs, and then he could feel it going out of the trainers and cooling and he began to cry. Mia smiled to herself as she saw the wetness on the front of his pants and cooed to him until he settled down.

They pulled into the parking lot at Dr. Walsh’s office and Mia immediately went to the back seat to tend to her child and console him.

“Baby that was very naughty wetting on Mommy’s seat like that.” She began, drawing a few more tears before she continued. “But Mommy understands. Little boys cant always control their pee for long.” She examined the seat and some of her anger left her when she saw it wasn’t that big of a wet spot. “Don’t worry I’m sure the doctor can help. Come on lets go in. She found resistance when she took his hand to lead him out of the car.

“No I’m all wet mommy change me!” Brad begged.

“Baby I don’t have your trainers here I forgot them at home. Come on, the doctor has lots of clean panties for you.” Mia promised.

“No!” Came the predictable reply.

“Brad remember what happened earlier when you didn’t listen to Mommy.” Mia said, glaring down at him with ominous eyes. Brad let out a little squeak and quickly took his mother’s hand, staying close against her side as she led him into the waiting room and having the feeling that everyone was staring at him.

Mia picked a chair in the middle of a wall, opposite the door, the most visible spot in the whole room. Brad followed along, suddenly clinging to his mother. There was no one else he could go to to conceal him from the scrutiny of all the other parents and their children. Indeed a few of the mothers sitting aside from Mia noticed his wet pants and clicked their tongues as they spotted the signs of a leaky pull up.

Brad looked up at his mother and whimpered helplessly. Why didn’t she change him? Why had she forgotten the trainers? When was he going to get dry? His pants were very cold by now and he couldn’t help but squirm a bit.

“Mommy when is the doctor going to change me?” Brad whispered, trying still to avoid drawing attention to his damp state.

“The doctor will change your wet trainers” His mother began in a purposefully loud voice. “When she’s done with her current patient. Until then you’ll just have to sit” She wrapped an arm around his stomach. “Still. I don’t need you getting my skirt wet like you did the car.”

A girl beside him about his age giggled and pointed. Brad looked to his mother but the expression on her face told him that any crude words he had for the girl would be dealt with harshly. He settled for clinging to her and for the first time he was glad when the nurse came to fetch them both. He could swear everyone was watching him recede past the white doors into Dr. Walsh’s office.

Doctor Walsh was already at the exam table awaiting him and looking as rigid as ever. Brad lagged behind, letting his mother lead the way.

“Say hello to the doctor baby.” Mia ordered, moving him from behind her around to infront of her. Brad was too busy fidgeting and looking at the doctor’s appraising face to notice the proud look his mother bore as she displayed her wet little one.

“Hi” Brad murmured after a poke in the shoulder from his mom.

“Hello little Bradley” The doctor said, using his full name as she peered into his eyes and smirked at the wet spot on his trainers. ”And how are you today young man?” She asked, moving closer causing Brad to press lightly back against his mother.

“I wanna go home.” Brad whined softly. He was starting to feel the doctor was more talking at him than to him and he blushed as she poked at the damp spot in his pants.”

“Wet I see. It seems we need to change your therapy a bit. We’ll soon see how much.” The doctor said with a smile as she marked something down on a chart. “Mia, get him up on the table and restrain him for me, we’ll need a good thorough exam today and some extra special therapy as well.

Brad didn’t like the sound of that and fussed a bit as his mother sat him on the padded table and began to strip him. He was of course glad to get out of the wet trainers so for now he let his mother take his clothes off, but he began to fuss when she started on his shirt and left him completely naked.

“Now baby you don’t need another reminder on your heiney do you?” Mia asked, reminding him of his earlier punishment. Brad quickly shook his head and sulked a bit while she strapped him down to the table. He hadn't been paying attention to Dr. Walsh during this time, but it hadn't been for lack of action on her part.

She was preparing a vinyl play pen with clear plastic barriers on it and looking back to her patient every so often. Once she had that set up she set about bringing over a cart. Brad easily recognized the now familiar catheter and lubricant, but there was more to it than just that. There were bags of liquid and a pasty substance, a pacifier that looked rather odd, and a rather bulky blue pad.

The doctor returned with a few bottles and smiled down at him. His mother was just about to take a baby wipe and clean him up when the doctor stopped her.

“He’ll just get messy and wet again soon enough. Babies have accidents more often when they’re out of the house, he should probably be diapered from now on. Did he soak the seat much?” Dr. Walsh asked as she ignored Brad’s whining and picked up the pacifier.

“Only a little bit Doctor. I think his pants and trainer absorbed most of it. Do you know why he wet so heavily?” Mia asked, stroking Brad’s cheek to calm him.

Dr. Walsh looked down to him and peeked into his ears with the cold metal scope before asking him to open his mouth wide.

“Oh he’s probably trying to hold his pee because he believes he’s got to be trained everywhere. It just doesn’t work like that. If you put him in diapers they’ll absorb better and it will take some of the pressure off him to not have to worry about a potty. You’ll like that better, won’t you Brad?” She asked. It was a rhetorical question though as she forced the pacifier into his mouth before he could answer, the bulbous rubbery mass holding his tongue down. But it was more than a pacifier, Brad could see now that the middle was open. It was a variation on a baby’s medicine pacifier.

Dr Walsh smiled down at him as she moved to a rod beside the table and hung a bag of paste on it, all the time holding the pacifier in his mouth. Brad whined and looked up at his mother, his breathing quickening as he wondered what was happening to him now.

“Mia hold him still while I tie the pacifier in.” Dr. Walsh said. Brad felt a strap fastened behind his head and then attached to the pacifier. He whined into it but was soon completely silenced as he watched the doctor feet a clear plastic tube into the soother’s opening.

“Ready or not here it comes baby.” The doctor said as she flipped a stopcock on the line and the pasty mush started to flow in.

“This is oatmeal little one, and some special medicine. I need to get a few samples out of you and observe how you make potty, so we’re going to just feed you a bit, and then you can have some apple juice too.”

Brad looked up at her as he was forced to gulp down some of the mush that had appeared on his tongue, bearing a strange mediciney flavor, in the same way that cherry flavoring is always mediciney. He gave her a cranky look and struggled a bit until his mother soothed him, wondering why he couldn’t just be fed like a grown up.

“Oh I don’t have to feed you like this.” The doctor admitted with a smile, seeing that look. “But you’re a boy, and they have to be taken in hand properly. This way you won’t make a mess.” She said sweetly before moving down. Mia smiled to her son reassuringly as she followed the doctor to help and spoke to her child.

“Don’t worry baby, it’ll be over soon.” She soothed as she raised his midsection up. Brad felt a soft bunchy cushion placed under him, the light blue pad he’d seen. The doctor then patted him on the tummy and moved with Mia over to her desk. Brad felt abandoned and helpless as he gulped down mouthfull after mouthfull of the paste. He’d just had breakfast and his tummy was already feeling too full. How much did they expect him to swallow? And worst of all his mother was out of his field of vision. This had never been a problem before, but now that he was so helpless he felt terribly attached to her. He needed her there to shield him, after all. What if someone came in and saw him like this?

That scenario was exactly what Dr. Walsh was discussing in quiet tones.

“Oh once we get him filled up I can have the nurses come in, they’re nice girls and very interested in the plan. I’m sure they have boyfriends who would be candidates for the treatment later. Then again any woman with a boyfriend has a boyfriend who is a good candidate for the treatment.” Dr. Walsh paused as they both laughed a bit, though she kept one eye on her patient to make sure he wasn’t being fed too fast.

“As I was saying. Aside from the usual bladder check I’m going to start a new therapy today. Most boys only keep from wetting and messing to avoid angering women in the first place, not because they don’t like it. Maybe they tell themselves they do, but that’s just their Mommies talking. It’s important that we train him to go when other women are watching, so I’ve dosed the paste I’m feeding him with a laxative and an appetite stimulator. The apple juice has some diuretics in it and a mild sedative so he won’t get too worked up.”

Mia frowned at this. “Oh Doctor, he hasn’t had his nap today, that’ll probably put him right out.”

“Oh I think he’s going to have too much going on to think about a nap, though I’m sure he’ll be out like a light once it’s over. Come on it’s time to change the bag. I’ll have the nurses come in once he’s done, it’s better that he not be too perturbed until he’s eaten and settled a bit, or else the baby might spit up.” Dr. Walsh laughed and winked as they stood up and headed for the table. He wasn’t spitting up yet of course, but in a few weeks…. The doctor smiled, musing to herself as where to stop the regression.

She then moved to grip Brad’s chin and move it around, frowning at seeing a bit of the porridge he’d managed to force out around the pacifier.

“Ah boys always manage to make messes… Well come on let’s get you some juice.”

Brad whined a bit, but of course he needed it. Swallowing so much had left his mouth terribly dry and he gulped down the strange tasting apple juice greedily, though the doctor had set it to flow at a slow pace.

“Baby we’re going to start the testing in a bit, but I need some help so I’m going to call in my nurses. Don’t worry they’re very nice ladies.” The doctor said, watching his reaction.

Predictably Brad began to fuss and whine. The doctor glared at him and made sure the pacifier was secure. Mia swatted his bottom but he just kept going. How could his mommy allow strange women to see him in such a helpless state? He couldn’t even talk!

“Bradley. If you don’t stop that right now I’m going to give you a shot to hush you up.” Dr. Walsh said, pulling out a needle and a bottle of medication to show it was no empty threat. Brad settled soon after, mumbling his little pleas into the pacifier.

Dr Walsh was having none of it though, and as soon as the bag was nearly empty she left the room to fetch her audience. Mia sighed softly and stroked her son’s hair.

“You need to listen to me baby, it’s embarrassing for a mother not to be able to control her son.” She scolded. Brad looked up at her somewhat remorsefully and she brightened a bit, pausing to ask if the juice was good. She smiled when he nodded and gave his tummy a little tickle to distract him as the door opened, revealing not one but three entrants.

Brad immediately began to squirm. The presence of more people, much less strange women who seemed uniformed and powerful, while he was in much the opposite state, was nearly too much to bare. Dr. Walsh led them over to him and his mother seemed to take an unspoken cue to move away.

“How could she do this to me?” He thought once again. Brad stared up at the two nurses. They were young, perhaps not even twenty years his seniors, but they had an air of smug knowledge about them that belied their relative youth.

“Brad, meet Sandra and Marie. They’re going to be helping me look after you, okay?” The Doctor asked him. It was clear that even if the pacifier hadn’t been in his mouth she wouldn’t have expected an answer.

Marie, can you get the stirrups and prop his legs up? Sandra, I’d like you to remove the tube and see check for signs of reflux while I look at his stomach.

All at once it seemed everyone was poking at some part of him or the table on which he lay. Marie, the brown haired nurse was pulling up a set of bars with straps attached to them. Once they were elevated she nodded to the doctor, who was squeezing and prodding his tummy rather gently and in a right to left motion.

She soon decided that he hadn't yet had a bowel movement. She could have found the same thing from looking at the record Mia had begun to keep, but she couldn’t be sure. Brad was still somewhat independent, and might be able to get to the bathroom without his mother’s aid. That would of course be remedied, and soon.

Sandy meanwhile was taking the tube from the largely empty bag of apple juice out of his pacifier. She gave him a reassuring smile and looked at his mouth and then tapped over his chest to make sure he wasn’t going to cough any of it up. Brad was mortified and wanted to cry, but there was also something strangely comforting about having the maternal vigilance of the women focused on him. A part of him liked all of the attention. He also felt a bit tired and listless, the sedatives doing their work.

The Dr. nodded when she saw that both of her subordinates had finished their tasks and turned to Brad. “Alright little boy. Sandy and Marie are going to move your feet into the stirrups so you’ll have an easier time going potty for us. Don’t worry, the absorbent pad under you will work just like a diaper so you wont mess anything up. I expect you to hold very still and cooperate or else.” She said, making certain to emphasize how diaper like the item he was laying atop was. Brad whined at this as he realized that this was to be more than a typical exam.

The somewhat more stern looking blonde moved to join Marie and as she unstrapped his ankle Marie raised it into the stirrup and secured it just as Sandy released the other one. Soon both his knees were positioned over his stomach, with his feet far out to the sides as though he were in a chair that had fallen over and was sitting in a particularly uncomfortable position.

The inability to close his legs relaxed his anus and made it more difficult for him to put pressure on his bladder, which was quickly filling. Dr. Walsh had counted on this. There was no way to willingly teach him to go in the presence of others as toddlers were supposed to do. Well, she thought, perhaps there was. Boys to be trained to do most anything if their mommies gave positive reinforcement, but breaking him of this particular big boy habit seemed expedient, and not terribly difficult. Dr. Walsh figured just one session would be enough, and it would provide her with her samples. And she could tell that he was nearing the point of doing so.

Brad began to whine into the pacifier and try to move his legs closer together, but the two nurses flanking him moved to hold his knees in place while one of them seemed to pat his crotch to calm him. In reality Sandy was just holding his penis down between his legs, aiming it so it would hit the absorbent pad and not the boy’s stomach or, worse yet, any of the medical practitioners. He could feel his bladder filling, and his bowels had been forming a movement since he had woken up. Indeed it was only because his mother had altered his sleep schedule by waking him early that he hadn't gone while he was home. And now it was all going to happen, and infront of two complete strangers and one person who he wished he’d never met at all.

Brad squirmed and whined with more urgency as the need grew and Dr. Walsh smiled. She wasn’t sure how much effect the nighttime training had on his bladder, but she was anxious to find out. A catheterization wasn’t necessary this time since she knew he’d hold it until his bladder was at full capacity.

“Come on baby make a nice big wet spot for doctor. Sandy wants to see too, don’t you?” Dr. Walsh asked, to nodding from her assistant and a bit of laughter. Brad couldn’t help but start to cry and finally had to let go. Sandy made sure all of the urine hit the pad and even shook his penis when he was done. Dr. Walsh ordered Marie to take the pad and have it weighed. She’d jotted down its weight before and by subtracting the previous measure from the new one she could decide his capacity.

Sandy meanwhile added a new pad and the doctor smiled, moving down the table.

“It looks like he needs to do more than just wet.” Sandy said, stating the general consensus. The doctor nodded and looked to her sobbing patient.

“Go calm him down for me while I take his temperature, that should stimulate the bowels to evacuate by the time Marie returns with the results.

Brad next saw Sandy looming over him and stroking his cheek. He whimpered and looked down at the gag, hoping she might remove it, but she shook her head a bit and just murmured to him as she rubbed his chest and stroked his hair. He only whined a little bit when he felt the thermometer slid into him by the doctor, he was used to that sensation by now. Just as the thermometer came out Marie returned and whispered a few things to the doctor, who seemed please. Brad could only hear something about a ten percent reduction, and he could hardly make sense of it. Especially not as his bottom began to push out.

The Dr. noticed and called Sandy down to the end of the table as well. Brad was letting it press out and then squeezing back in, and the three women watched fascinated as he slowly lost his battle. Finally Brad could hold it no more and simply let go. His stool was mushy but still kept some slight form. The actual feeling of losing his poo onto the pad wasn’t nearly as bad as the feeling of their eyes on him, and once more he began to cry and struggle, which was counter productive and only served to spread the mess around. Finally when he was done and he was starting to calm down, Sandy cleaned him up and took the pad away.

The therapy lasted for another hour, with the nurses and the doctor increasingly inducing him to lose control. He wet twice more and messed once at the end amid their tickling, massaging of his stomach and extorting him verbally to “make wettums” for them. The doctor left the room shortly before the end of the therapy, and more tickling ensued.

By the end Brad could no longer manage to cry, they’d seen it all anyhow. He felt broken and tired when they finally unstrapped him and he meekly let Marie dress him as though he were in a daze. He didn’t even protest when she put him in a diaper.

Marie smiled at his good behavior. “You were a very good boy Brad, the doctor and I were very pleased with your progress. We’ll run some more tests and then we can have you all fixed up, aren’t you happy to hear that?” She asked in a bubbly voice. Brad could only nod a bit, he didn’t feel much like talking. He did however manage a little smile and a thanks when the nurse provided him with a lollypop.

Brad could hardly know what his mother and the doctor had been talking about while he was being cleaned and dressed, but when his mother finally came to collect her “very brave little man.” She carried a bag of new medications and a confident smile.