Not Quite an Accident

Chapter 15

“What do we have here?” Mia asked with a frown that was barely concealing her amusement as she saw her son standing on his hastily made pedestal in nothing but a damp diaper. If it hadn’t been earlier it surely was now!

“Getting a glass of water?” Brad smiled with a winning smile.

“You mean aunt Mia had one of those new water dispensing lamps installed and didn’t tell me?”

Brad fidgeted and looked to Patricia. “Uh…. Maybe?”

“Let’s get that diaper off your butt baby, I think its time for a spanking.” Mia said, approaching him and moving quickly incase he got spooked and toppled off the pile he’d made.

“Mommy no! I just wanted to watch TV!” He whimpered, getting down of his own accord and backing up only to find the bars of the crib behind him.

“No you don’t!” Mia exclaimed, getting a hold of his wrist and tugging him towards her before he could try to take shelter under the crib.

“Mommy not in front of Patricia please I’ll be good no!” Brad whined, wriggling in her grip even as he felt the diaper come down from around his bottom. Mia ignored his pleas, though she did notice Patricia’s satisfied smirk. Mia pressed at his upper back with one hand and the back of his knees with the other and he folded over her lap easily, baring his bottom in just the right position. She landed the first swat soon after with the hand she’d used to fold back his knees, keeping one arm forward to keep the struggling to a minimum until.

Brad lay over her lap and squirmed, trying to escape. In that position all he had to look at was the wall and the curiously watching face of his cousin. He chose the walls, but they didn’t look any more pleasant. The bottom and top parts had been ringed with *ouch* a brightly colored border featuring ducks and diapered teddy bears taking baths… Oh just what he needed, to be reminded of bath time… OUCH! The main parts of the walls had been done in a pastel blue and white pattern with puffy white clouds on a blue background….

The latest swat stung him all the more on his bare bottom and he whined, trying to get away. How had everything gone so wrong. Up til his cousin coming he had at least had the toys and freedoms of a big kid, even if he had to wear the underclothes of a toddler… Now even that was gone. Oh and he was getting a spanking too! Each swat seemed to drive the point that he was no longer a big boy home, to be telling him that turning on lights and running around out of bed were no longer privileges he had. It was this message as much as the actual spanking that made him finally break down into tears.

The spanking finally slowed then and then stopped, and Mia began to business of stroking his back and soothing him.

Brad sniffled and sat up and then looked over at his cousin, who was patting the changing table. He had to hope she planned to rub some Desitin on his bottom or something, and it was this hope that made him droop his way over to her with his head hung and climb onto the table, laying down on his side and then slowly rolling over.

“I’m sorry you had to be punished Braddy but that was very naughty, you could have gotten hurt. But don’t worry, I have a way you won’t get into so much mischief anymore. Lets play a little game, do you want to?” Patricia asked with a grin. Mia looked on, and it was now her turn to be curious.

“I… uh.. okay,” Brad muttered, knowing he could hardly refuse any suggestion just now.

“Good boy.” Patricia cooed, taking out the tube of Desitin and applying the stuff to his stinging bottom, and up under his balls and into the folds of his legs, she figured he might not get changed for a while.

“Is that better?” She asked when she had finished massaging it in, noting that her charge looked a bit more comfortable now, and as if in an after thought, taking a baby wipe to clean up his moistened face. Brad simply nodded. “Okay now I’m going to put a diaper on you and then you have to go tell your mommy how many diapers you’re wearing and you can come back. It’s a counting game!” She smiled enthusiastically, and found one of his night time diapers. “Bum in the air” She stated as though just saying the words would make it happen. Brad’s bottom did rise, and then settled gingerly back onto the diaper. Which was taped up in due time. “Okay go tell mommy.” Patricia cooed.

Brad hopped up and toddled over to his mother easily, looking up at her. He didn’t know what the point of this was for Patricia other than to further embarrass him, but the point for him was to not get swatted again, something he was reminded of each time his bottom wiggled.

“I’m wearing one diaper mommy.” Brad said, wiping at his nose with his arm to get rid of the last of the snot. Mia gave a disapproving look, but she didn’t have a tissue on her. “Good boy.” She said, turning him around by the shoulders. “Now go see what your cousin wants.”

Brad went back across the room and was confused when Patricia again patted the table. Brad hopped up, smelling the plastic smell and feeling the sticky waterproof material under him. “What’s that for?” He asked, as he saw Patricia taking out another disposable.

“The counting game, silly.” Patricia gave a bright smile and patted the changing table once more. Brad this time looked to his mother, but the gaze he got back made him hurry to get onto the table. He had his foot set on one of the lower shelves when Patricia gently nudged him back.

“Babies don’t get on their changing tables like that silly. Hold up your arms.” She scolded lightly.

“But I’m n….” Brad trailed off feeling two gazes leveled on him in none-too-pleased fashion. He put his arms up in the air as a gesture of surrender more than anything. Patricia grabbed him under his arm pits and hoisted him up with a grunt, holding him against her to make his weight less. She set him down gently on his bottom though, not wishing to hurt him any further. He was told to lay back once more and perform the familiar diaper changing routine, despite the fact that he was already wearing one of his night time disposables. This time Patricia pushed back on his ankles more, making him spread his legs wider as she folded the diaper up between them and taped it on, first one side and then the next.

“Okay, all done. Go say hi to mommy.” She smiled, helping him down. Brad stood in confusion for a moment with his legs slightly wider, and then toddled over to his mother. The diapers, and especially the way the second one had been put on, effected his walk slightly and he felt a bit uncomfortable now.

“How many diapers is my little boy wearing? Can you count them?” Mia asked encouragingly, stroking his hair back.

“Two…” Brad said, rather enjoying this part of the game. Mia had now caught on, and she had noticed that he was moving a bit slower and with a somewhat more bow legged manner, his knees pointing diagonally rather than forward.

“You’re good at this counting stuff Brad, go see what your cousin has for you.” Brad turned to see his cousin had been watching his movement somewhat disapprovingly, and that she was holding yet another diaper. He whined softly as he approached the table.

“Come on now we’re almost done and it’s just for tonight. Your little puffy butt looks so cute when you walk baby!” Patricia cooed. She knew she was being a bit excessive now, and that her aunt was tired, but she had never triple diapered a boy before, much less had the pleasure of doing it to her little cousin. This time she dabbed some Vaseline on her finger, the sight of which reminded Brad of his daily temperature taking routine and generally made him feel worse, although it was only meant to prevent chafing in the leg gathers.

Brads legs were spread wide once more and the final diaper fastened on. Patricia kept her hands on him a while longer after he’d been set on the floor just incase, and stayed ready as he walked clumsily to his mother, a bit slower than last time. Mia gave an approving look. Not only did this emphasize his babyish condition and make him look more like an infant, but it also kept him from getting into mischief as easily by slowing him down.

“Mommy… I don’t think I like the counting game.” He said, sulking and looking down.

“I know you don’t baby boy, but you were bad and your cousin and I have to keep you from misbehaving again. How many diapers is baby wearing now?” Mia asked.

“How many?” She prompted more forcefully when he didn’t answer.

“Is baby going to sneak around at night again?” She continued.

“No…” Brad muttered. Mia nodded and opened her arms, gathering him to her and looking to the door. “Good, then we can all get back to bed.”

“But Mommy what about…?”

“You can wear them for the night, and you’ll be double diapered at night from now on just as a reminder.” Mia knew this would require a few changes, but this wasn’t anything she hadn’t planned on, and it would give her reason to get rid of the last of his big boy possessions. Her stylistic musings were interrupted by Patricia.

“I can get him to sleep Aunt Mia, it looks like he’s going to fuss.” And he was, at the sentence that had now been passed down. Mia nodded, wanting to take a shower anyhow.

“Alright, good night you two. I’m going to go get cleaned up.”

Patricia looked to Brad as he clung fleetingly to his mother, and then she took his hand and headed for Mia’s room. Brad couldn’t believe he was being comforted by his cousin Patricia, but at this point he would take help from wherever he could get it. No chance of changing her mind on the diaper issue though. His whining about that fell on deaf ears, and he fell asleep with his legs splayed out in the classic diamond pattern, widest apart at the knees and close at the heels.

The next morning Brad woke up cranky and fidgety, and alone. He thought about wiggling out of the bed, but then considered the lesson he had received last night… He was a bit wet, but he didn’t mind that much anymore, and he really didn’t want another spanking. Brad went back to sleep for a time, figuring when he awoke again his mother would be there. He was only half right, as it was twenty minutes later that Patricia came to rouse him. She was less than surprised when he demanded to be changed, in the hopes of escaping his triple diapered state. Patricia, however, was all too happy to draw it out for a time.

“Brad don’t be silly. If I have to change three diapers breakfast will be cold by the time we get downstairs! Come along, do you need to hold my hand?” She offered helpfully. Brad pouted and shook his head, but she grabbed his hand anyway and led him along. Patricia had made sure Brad’s breakfast contained plenty of fiber, and had included a laxative as well. He wasn’t getting out of that diaper until it was good and messy, she decided. Patricia wouldn’t have been so vindictive, but the fact that Brad was scampering around the house while she had been awake was a blemish on an otherwise perfect babysitting record.

Mia had been shopping for a new wardrobe for him, something that was baggy, yet still babyish. She could, she thought, probably modify a few outfits as well, the main thing was just to get good colors. Mia knew her way around a needle and thread, after all. She’d have a bit of time to make her modifications before Brad needed the new things as well, as he could sleep in just an oversize tee shirt until she got him some pajamas made for diaper boys. She returned home an hour after breakfast with two full bags and immediately caught the scent of a dirty diaper. Brad toddled over to her, whining softly that he needed to be changed. Mia readily agreed to this.

Patrcia and Mia both felt bad about keeping him in the triple diapers for a while, and he surely did due to a slight diaper rash. It was this that Mia turned into an opportunity to both reintroduce one of his favorite toddler past times, and to simultaneously help his regression. Brad lay naked on the changing table as Mia peeled away the last of the three diapers, this one sodden with his poop and pee and thus much harder to change. Brad whimpered as it peeled away and Patricia gasped, moving to comfort him. His skin was slightly pink between his legs and on his upper bum cheeks and in the folds… and the peeling away of the mess had aggravated this.

“Oh baby you’re rashy. Cousin Patricia should have changed you earlier.” Mia said, to both of them.

“I really am sorry Aunt Mia. I was going to but I wanted to do a little bit of extra clean up before you got back.” Patricia explained, feeling terrible now.

“It’s okay guys. Hey Brad, how about we let you go without your diaper or trainers for a while so this rash can heal?” Mia asked with a bright smile.

“But I’ll be nakie!” Brad complained.

“You already are nakie.” Patricia chimed in. Brad looked down and gave an “Oh yeah!... Mommy are you sure I cant just wear underwear?” Brad looked hopeful, but Mia shook her head.

“No, I don’t want to ruin any more pairs of undies if you wet or mess…”

“I don’t poop my pants!” Brad pouted as she helped him down off the table.

“No I guess not… that’s good for the floors then. Off you go.” Mia shooed him along and he spent the next hour or so sitting nude on a towel in the living room while Patricia watched him and made sure he was kept happy with drinks and cookies, and of course that he got frequent opportunities to go pee. She didn’t want to be cleaning up the carpet! Mia was amused that it took a bit of convincing to get him back into his trainers, he’d obviously enjoyed his freedom, and the air had helped his rash too. If getting him back into trainers had been hard, the struggle at bed time was going to be monumental.

“It’s time to say goodnight to Cousin Patricia. How many diapers do you want to wear tonight baby?” Mia asked, gesturing him over to her.

Brad came grudgingly, whining at this line of questioning. “No!”

“No isn’t a number, silly butt!” His mother replied with a chuckle, tugging him along towards the nursery to get his trainers off. She smiled as she noted that this was the last of the pull-ups trainers.

“Mom don’t make me wear a bunch of diapers!” Brad whined. Now it wasn’t just asking not to wear diapers at all, but simply to only have to put one on… But Mia wasn’t sure he’d learned his lesson.

“Okay baby, just two tonight alright?” She said, though two was all she had wanted to put him in.

“But…”

“If you want to fuss you can wear three.” She threatened.

“Mom they feel bad and and… I don’t like them and its hard to move my legs. I can’t sleep like that!” He complained.

“Shh shh…. Brad, if you let me get you diapered for bed you can have your pacifier to help you sleep okay?” She smiled and settled him on the changing table easily, and then slipped off the training pants.

“Okay…” He said softly. Brad didn’t like the pacifier yet, per se, but he recognized its soothing abilities and there were times when he needed it. Mia took it out of a drawer and popped it in his mouth, before proceeding to amply powder him and then double diaper him for the night. Brad watched around the ring of the pacifier, feeling oddly calm, and then let his mother deposit him in his crib in the new nursery. Mia left to find her own bed, hoping this last stage of his training pants phase would be mercifully short.

Brad woke up and didn’t cause any fuss as Mia put him in the Pampers training pants. They smelled more like a diaper than his pull-ups had, but when he hopped down he discovered that they scarcely made any noise at all! Finally, he could be a ninja again, maybe even get his toys back….. no it was too early to think about trying THAT again!

Brad got his breakfast, and the trouble started when he wet. The training pants felt icky now, and got cold and gross very quickly, the wetness staying close to his skin. Brad complained that he was wet, and Mia patted his head. She was going to make him stay in them for a while, but he was still rashy and she didn’t want to make a big fuss about it. Brad was duly changed.

“How come I can’t take them off myself?” He asked as he lay on the padded changing table, staring at the picture of the diapered teddy bear taking his bath that ran along the top of his nursery’s wall.

“These aren’t as sturdy as the pull ups Brad, remember we had to buy a different kind because your diapers and trainers cost so much?” Yes, it was his fault, so he couldn’t really complain. Or at least that was the message she was sending. Brad nodded softly and let her slide the pampers on him.

As the days went by Mia let him stay in his wet trainers longer and longer. He complained rather often and was more adamant about being changed now. If he got a slight rash she’d simply let him scamper around naked for a while, an occasion he was growing more attached to. He began to want to go to the potty more, but Mia saw to it that she was often too busy to take him, and he was quite used to wetting nearly as soon as the need hit, so stubborn as he was most of his pee now went in his training pants.

He managed to trick her once when he discovered that by saying he had to poop he could convince his mother to take him to the potty quickly… Unfortunately, this ruse was rather transparent when Mia went to empty the baby potty. She didn’t say a word though, just gave him a scolding look. Later when he was sure he’d gotten away with it, Mia brought him his snack: A sippy cup full of coca cola, and a slice of watermelon.

Brad sat on the couch happily in his quieter but more babyish smelling trainers, finishing up his snack and considering whether to get up or just wet like he was used to. Mia probably wouldn’t take him after last time, so he gave in quickly and soaked the trainers.

“Mommy!” Brad called when his bottom began to feel clammy.

“Yes baby?” Mia asked.

“I’m all wet” He whined.

“Again? Well see if Patricia wants to change you.” She said with a smile. Patricia had some friends over this weekend, and Mia knew very well Brad wasn’t going to interrupt her and the two girls and announce that he had peed his pants. He was only even out in the living room because they were hiding out in Patricia’s room, playing on his X Box.

“Mom I’m not goin up there!” He groaned.

“Then I guess you can sit in your diaper.” Mia shrugged, going back to working on some bills. Brad gave her a look and returned to his cartoons, trying to ignore the state of his training panties. Never the less, it was only about ten minutes before he sent up the call once more.

“Mooooooom!” Mia recognized that this time it was more demanding, and she strode into the living room.

“What is it now?” She asked rather crossly.

“I need changed… These feel really icky when I pee mommy” He said in a very small voice.

“I told you I’m not changing you. Your cousin is just right upstairs so go ask her.” Mia restated again, growing annoyed with having to do so… And it was odd, she mused, that she only had to restate the things Brad didn’t like. She never had to say “We’re going to McDonalds later” twice!

“But I don’t want everyone knowing I’m all wet!” Brad shot back. Did she have no concern for his dignity? There were girls up there! Patricia already knew and now she wanted him to make a further show of weakness in front of the enemy!

“Patricia’s probably told them anyhow, and babies get wet sometimes, everyone knows that so its nothing to fret about. Go on Brad, go tell them you went peepee… Would it help if I gave you your pacifier?” Mia offered. She suddenly got the impression she may have gone too far, between the feel and learn trainers, and the talk of being diapered in front of other girls.

What had tipped her off was the ripping sound, screaming, and then a pair of wet training pants flying across the room to splat wetly against the wall near the stairs, where three girls had come to see what all the fussing was about. Patricia’s friend Mary ducked back just incase, though she hadn’t been in too much danger of being hit.

Brad whimpered. Why was it that every time he misbehaved he was so sorely outnumbered? Mia stormed over and before he knew what happened he was over her lap being spanked on his wet bottom. The slaps made a cracking sound and Mia’s hand was damp and smelly as well by the time she finished. She couldn’t do bills like this. And she wasn’t about to have Brad run around the house naked to distract her further with potty trips. She stood him up and steadied him, and then pointed across the room.

“Put those back on.” She said forcefully, finding a wet wipe to clean her hand with and then standing with her hands on her hips. Brad looked at her, still sobbing softly and just wanting to be hugged, and not to have his waist hugged by the wet diapers. When he saw that her pointing finger wasn’t moving he scooted over towards where the trainers had fallen and looked down at them, now even wetter and colder than they had been before.

“Well?” Mia asked. Patricia and her friends just watched, not wanting to make any noise themselves and incur Mia’s wrath.

Brad wanted to say something, but all that came out was a sob. He found that the trainers were still mostly intact and then slowly pulled them up, feeling the cold pee soaked material slide along his thighs and finally up to where they had started out a few minutes ago. Brad shivered and sniffled, trying to refasten the ripped tape, which was impossible now. Instead he just pressed a hand over his side to hold it there.

“Good. Now apologize to your cousin and her friends and maybe they’ll change your pants.” Mia said, moving over to use another wet wipe on his face and make sure he got up the stairs okay. Brad couldn’t bear it anymore and simply began to cry again as he faced the three girls. Patricia did her best to soothe him and helped him along towards the nursery. Both her friends volunteered to help, and he was soon placed snuggly in a fresh pair of trainers. Sybil, Patricia’s other friend, had a brother closer to her own age, and remembered playing with him rather fondly, so she was a natural volunteer to cheer Brad up, though he felt better as much from watching her act silly and try to play peek-a-boo as from her actual intent to help him. Mary thought he was a bit old for potty training though, and made this clear… A conversation Patricia didn’t need him to hear as she didn’t need any more crying.

“Okay baby, you’re all set now go see your mommy and say sorry.” Patricia said, apologizing to her friends and promising to explain to Mary about Brad. They went back to the guest room and Brad found his mother taking a break on the couch and trying to cool off.

“Mommy I’m real sorry I threw my training pants…” Brad said softly, as he slowly approached.

“Mommy understands. You were cranky from being all wet weren’t you?” Mia was trying to be accommodating to make this go easier. She had been waiting for an opportunity to make this offer, letting Brad set the pace for his own training.

“Uh huh… they feel really icky and I don’t like them.” He agreed.

“But what are you going to wear if you don’t wear your training panties?” Mia asked, as if she didn’t know.

“Underwear!” Brad said hopefully.

“Baby we’ve been over this, remember?” Mia asked, making it clear that in the mood she was in, she didn’t want to revisit the underwear question. “You could wear diapers though. They’re more absorbent and they’re cheaper for mommy too. Mommy likes that.”

“But I don’t like diapers!” Brad pouted… and Mia simply let it go. Wait until he’s ready, she told herself again.

He was ready just a day later. He had just gotten over a bit of nakie time to treat the diaper rash he’d gotten late the previous night, and had unexpectedly wet his trainers.

“Mommy take them off I hate training pants! No more…” He complained, poking at the clammy material pressed over his crotch.

“Do you really mean that?” Mia asked.

“Uh huh no more trainers!” He confirmed.

“If you don’t like the wet trainers you’re going to have to throw them out like a big boy.” Mia said, continuing to tug the trash can along towards the nursery.

“But what am I gunna wear then?” Brad whined as he toddled along after her.

“Diapers of course.” Mia repeated her response from the previous day as she set the trashcan down in front of the drawer where all his training pants were kept.

“No underwear?” He intoned timidly.

“No baby, no underwear. Now come on you’re all done potty training, so lets throw out your old training pants like a big boy. Remember how icky they make you feel?” She said encouragingly, patting his rashy bottom for emphasis.

Brad looked at his training pants and then at the trash can and winced when his mother rubbed the trainers a bit.

“Okay…. Go ahead I guess..” He murmured sullenly.

“I’m not throwing them away baby, you have to. You’re the one that’s been potty training not mommy, right?” Brad stared at her as she said this, as this only added insult to injury, forcing him to participate actively in the matter of transferring himself to full time diapers.

“Come on show me whose mommy’s big boy.” Mia gestured to the drawer and smiled encouragingly. “Remember how icky and rashy they make you because you keep wetting them. Diapers are soft and they’ll hold it better so your little bum won’t get all red.” She nodded and smiled, holding one up before setting it down on the changing table.

Brad didn’t have the heart to reply. He meekly approached the drawer and picked up a pair of the feel and learn pampers training pants. He looked to the last shreds of his big boy status and then to his mother and sniffled, but her encouraging nod let him know what he had to do. He heard it crinkle as it fell into the abyss at the bottom of the trashcan.

The drawer had a good ten pairs left and Mia couldn’t help but try to make her sniffly sullen toddler feel better. She soon teasingly moved the trashcan back. Brad tried to walk the trainers over to throw them away but she shook her head.

“No no baby, you have to toss from the free throw line!” She smiled.

“I can get it from here easy!” Brad boasted, wiping his nose before tossing the trainer. Swish! “Good boy!” You can’t get another though I bet!” Mia teased, waving her hands in front of the trashcan as though she meant to guard it.

The rest of the trainers made it in past her defenses except for one, which Mia helped to get the rebound on.

“Brad wins!” Mia giggled, and Brad looked quite playful and happy again now.

“Cookies?” Brad asked, figuring that would be the prize.

“Tickles!” Mia corrected. What happened next would most likely have counted as a personal foul against Mia had the game not already been won by team baby. Brad squirmed and giggled in her lap, having a fine time now and forgetting the ignominy of having to go back to diapers. Mia couldn’t forget her victory though, not when her lap now felt so warm with a squirming wet little boy in it.

“Let’s get you out of those wet trainers now okay, Michael Jordan?” She smiled and gestured down, noticing that her child had wet during the excitement of his first professional diaperball game.

“Uh oh.” Brad giggled and then simply dropped them to the floor with a whump, picked them up, and tossed them as well with a little jump. Mia clapped for him despite knowing they should have gone in the diaper genie. It would be getting quite a good bit of use from now on though.