Not Quite an Accident

Chapter 16

Mia was expecting the questions that Brad’s new status as a fully diapered baby would bring, and knew he’d need comfort and reassurance. She had patted his bottom and left him to play in his room after getting him diapered, but she could hear the crinkling that heralded his approach now and she turned his way with a soothing smile.

“Are you all done playing, baby boy?” She asked brightly.

“I guess so…” He murmured.

“What’s wrong? Didn’t you have fun?” She asked, opening her arms and her lap to him.

“They're not as fun as my old toys.” Brad complained, slowly getting at the heart of the matter. He looked to his mother and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly as he scurried over to her and nearly launched himself at her. His diaper butt crinkled as he settled in her lap and wrapped his arms around her.

“But they’re a lot safer for you and that’s important to mommy. Maybe you can have them back if your cousin and I think you're being good.” Mia was always happy to offer rewards for good behavior, and she did intend to return his toys sometime. “What else is bugging you kiddo?”

“I don’t like being in diapers again mommy…” Brad looked down and poked at the crinkly, cushioned material that spread between his legs and up to his belly button.

Mia patted his bottom and held him to her, moving his hand away from the diaper. The less aware of it he was the less miserable he’d be until he got used to wearing them during the day. Which was another thing she needed to remind him of. Mia smiled at this and patted his bottom some more, smiling as, from the front the diaper didn’t look too different than underwear, but the bulk and width of it were greater in back, and it rose higher. Brad couldn’t even see the most adorable part of his diaper, which was likely for the best.

“I know that baby, but you do have a lot of accidents and the trainers feel really icky don’t they?” She asked coaxingly. “Would you like to sit in wet trainers again?” She added rhetorically.

“Nuh uh diapers are better!” Brad said, wondering almost immediately why he’d said that. It didn’t seem in keeping with his argument, and yet it was true now that he thought of it. The diapers were more comfortable, even when wet, and they just plain felt better, being fitted to his body at each diaper change, rather than pre made with tight elastic. The fact that he presumably didn’t need to ask to go to pee any longer was nice, he had been having to beg more frequently and both of his caretakers seemed bothered by the potty runs, not to mention the negative impact it had on his TV and play time!

“How come baby?” Mia prompted, wanting to hear this. Maybe her ideas had started to sink in.

“They just are…” Brad said with a giggle, poking his mother playfully. She naturally responded by tickling him, glad he seemed to be feeling better.

“Why?” She asked again, pausing in the tickling so he could answer. Brad settled down and sat still in her lap now, his legs splayed on either side of her lap with the diaper showing conspicuously. Mia’s hands held gently around his waist.

“I like diapers cuz ummm….they're softer and they don’t leak and uh…. They don’t give me rashes.” Brad smiled, hoping this was the right answer, only to be met by some giggling from the stairs. Brad looked crestfallen as he discovered that Patricia and her friends had come out to see what was going on now. They vanished with one look from Mia.

“Don’t you worry baby boy, they’re just being playful, they think you look cute.” Mia gushed, annoyed that her consoling had been interrupted.

“I look like a baby!” Brad hrumphed and crossed his arms, wiggling his legs together self consciously.

“Patricia’s seen you in diapers plenty of times, and you do look cute in them. Remember you wear them to bed all the time?” Mia reminded him helpfully.

“I know but I don’t gotta be awake when I use them and its different when I go out wearing one cuz… cuz it is… Mommy can’t I have my undies back?” He asked, peering up at her hopefully.

“No baby you’d wet through them and ruin your clothes.” Mia sighed tiredly.

“Ok but I’m not pooping my diapers!” Brad said, as though this were the final word on the matter.

“We’ll see.” Mia said, rubbing his tummy absently. She wanted him to start to get used to doing so, but she knew it would take a bit of medicine to help ease him into it.

Brad simply nodded softly and looked up at her. Mia smiled encouragingly to him and was pleased to see a tremulous smile reflected back at her as she rubbed his tummy. She would have to start him on the laxative at lunch or dinner, when he had calmed down from this episode.

“Ok, now what do you think we should do to get your cousin and her friends back for giggling at you?” Mia asked conspiratorially. Brad giggled and thought a bit. He had a nerf gun but that was taken away now. A shame too, because he was envisioning bursting into their room like a diapered Rambo and blowing them away with the foam darts. That’d teach them!

“I can shoot them” He said, thinking maybe he’d get the nerf darts back just for this special occasion.

“I don’t think they’ve been that bad, maybe next time.” Mia smiled. “Why don’t you think of something else and mommy will go make your lunch. Brad nodded his agreement and toddled up the stairs, deciding that, since they were coming out of Patricia’s room at inconvenient times, they should never be allowed to leave. Yes, he would wall them up in there with his blocks… But he couldn’t just leave them there without anything… That would be mean! Brad toddled over and knocked at the bedroom door. It was Sybil who answered, peering down at him with a smile that, this time, didn’t belie laughter.

“Hi Brad, we’re sorry we laughed at you.” She said, kneeling down as though she were speaking to a toddler. “Do you need changed?”

“Nuh uh.” Brad said rather proudly. “I wanted to be nice so I came to ask if you wanted a drink.”

Patricia was incredulous behind her, but as she and Mary were currently in a very important grown up conversation, she couldn’t be bothered.

“Sure that’d be nice of you, do you need help getting it?” She asked.

“Nuh uh I’ll go get it!” Brad said before running off down the stairs. He found a nearly full jug of apple juice and some cups, sticking them on the tapered top of the bottle and holding it tightly, feeling the cold damp against his chest as he ascended the stairs again.

“Here you go.” He said, placing the bottle of apple juice into the room and shutting the door before Sybil even got a chance to say thanks. Brad figured that with the cask of apple juice to distract them, they would be too busy drinking it to notice as he slowly walled them up. It was a little bit mean to lock them in Patricia’s room forever, but they did have some juice to drink, so they’d probably be okay, he reasoned.

Sybil and Patricia could both hear Brad’s diaper rustling back and forth, and Patricia finally got curious and opened the door to see a foot high wall of blocks spanning her doorway, which promptly fell down just as her little cousin was adding the last layers. She wasn’t sure whether to laugh or swat his scampering bottom as it receded towards the stairs with a cry of “You have to stay in your room forever now!” The girls on the other hand did laugh at this part. Patricia on the other hand, was now decided that someone was going to be spending a lot of time keeping his messes confined to a play pen.

She had her chance soon enough. Mary and Sybil headed home, Sybil taking a brief glance back to see if Brad might be scampering around in just his (probably wet) diaper. She rather liked the kid, though her companion seemed to think it was gross for a boy his age to be in diapers. Sybil figured it was natural, after all, why else would they make diapers in that size unless boys were supposed to use them?

Mia volunteered to drive them home and Brad soon found his cousin standing in his doorway.

“Hello baby Bradley:” she said with a smile that promised nothing good. Brad stopped playing with a toy truck to peer at her.

“Your mommy went to take my friends home, so I’m in charge again. Guess what you get to do?”

“Keep playing and being good?” Brad asked as though this were the sensible conclusion.

“Yes!” Patricia gushed, patting him on the head. “And you get to do it in your play pen! Come on bring along a stuffed animal and lets go.” She smiled and reached out for his hand, which she wasn’t quite fast enough to get a hold of.

“I’m not stayin in a play pen Patricia!” Brad whined, retreating further into his nursery.

“You were a brat earlier and one of us could have tripped over those blocks. I wont make you stay in there for long, I just need to get a bath and clean up a little and this way I’ll know you're being good.” She smiled and moved towards him.

“But I’m already being good!” Brad protested, backing up slowly and nearly falling into the seat of the old rocking chair in the corner of his nursery.

“Brad, you’re a boy. You don’t know how to behave.” Patricia chided, finally grabbing him up and leading him down towards the living room. Brad had a trump card to play though, something that would delay his prison sentence indefinitely. Patricia didn’t notice his diaper starting to sag, but he made sure she was aware of it with enough begging to convince her he needed changing.

Indefinitely turned out to be a minute or two as Patricia got him up on the table and got a new diaper on him. She might have kept him in the wet pampers just to teach him a lesson, but she didn’t want him getting rashy and she no longer saw any challenge in being mean to her baby cousin. Or, at least, not what she considered mean. What Brad considered to be mean was a different story entirely as he soon found himself standing in front of the mesh walls of a toddler’s play pen.

“Patricia do I gotta?” He asked with a frown.

“Nope.” She smiled and tickled under his arms as she hefted him up, over the rails and into the padded play area.

“No wait I changed my mind.” She grinned and patted him on the head, chuckling at the confused and very cranky look he gave her. Brad looked around and flopped down on his cushioned bottom, looking to the vacant TV and the rest of the room that now seemed to be a far away land, seen only through the minute holes in the sides of his play pen.

Patricia soon returned with a bottle of juice Mia had asked her to give him and a teddy bear, plunking them down in the play pen. Brad scurried over to the side and held up his arms to be let out, which only resulted in more tickling.

“I don’t think so kiddo.” She smiled. “I’ll come back in a bit to check your diaper and maybe let you out.”

“TV!” Brad demanded, figuring he could at least get some entertainment while he was stuck here.

“Alright baby boy. Let’s see what’s on. Oh look Teletubbies. I bet you’ll like this.” She was gone before Brad had a chance to reply.

He tried to occupy himself and ignore the baby show, but before long he ended up paying attention to the catchy tunes and repetitive themes, and the fact that the characters on the TV always encouraged him to play along helped as well. This baby TV wasn’t so bad, he thought, and it helped to pass the time. He got through the entire episode of Teletubbies and two of Dora the Explorer, giggling at the antics of Swiper. When he did have to release the bottle of juice he’d drank he let it go easily. He wasn’t making it to a potty any time soon and he was too engrossed in the programs to worry about whether he acted like a big boy or not.

Patricia returned to hear her cousin crying out “Swiper no swiping!” in unison with the characters on the show and chuckled, thinking he was too cute to keep cooped up for long. She helped Brad out and took him to get changed, asking if he had fun, and what he thought his mom would fix for dinner. Brad thought about this intently and just then saw the headlights coming in the drive way. Getting excited, he trickled into his diaper a bit, but not enough for him to bother.

Brad hugged his mother and asked what was for dinner, discovering that, despite his certitude on the matter, it would not be donuts with pretty sprinkles and a side of soda and chips. Mia had a more pleasant discovery, finding that his diaper was damp and he didn’t even seem to have noticed. She wasn’t about to run off and change him though, like she’d had to do when he was in the trainers. Compared to the feel and learn training pants, his diapers were more absorbent and didn’t bother him as much, and even though they were less expensive she didn’t want to go through too many of them. Mia made a note to find out how long he could keep a diaper on before it leaked, but for the time being her concern was making food for the children under her care.

The actual dinner of sautéed rice and chicken with some cheese sauce and broccoli was soon eaten, and Mia noticed that the food, coupled with the laxative she’d had Patricia put in his juice, was starting to make his tummy gurgle in just the right way.

Mia picked him up as soon as he was done, not wanting to give him any time to fuss or complain. He was cranky enough at having to watch his mother and cousin eat a good meal of roast beef while he was stuck with some steamed carrots, mashed potatoes and baked apples. Mia was hoping to distract him with some TV, and at the same time get him settled so he could begin getting ready for beddy bye, but for the second time today she saw the question coming as his tummy gurgled.

“Mommy I wanna go potty. I don’t gotta use my diapers when I poop do I?” He asked, looking up at her earnestly. Patricia looked on in bemusement, thinking this was rather precious.

“No you don’t have to use your diapers for number two, but it would be easier if you did. That way mommy can just change you when she likes instead of hopping up to take you potty. Mommies have to play too and we don’t like to be interrupted.” Mia smiled to him and patted his bulging bottom.

“I don’t wanna!” He complained, stomping a bare foot on her couch. The gesture was petulant and brattier than Mia would have tolerated when he was a big boy, but for some reason it just made her smile.

“But you wanted to wear diapers.” Patricia chimed in helpfully.

“Uh huh but only cuz my trainers were always wet and icky feeling.” He admitted.

“Then don’t you think you should try using them since mommy let you wear diapers even though you’re too old for them?” Mia smiled to him. It wouldn’t be long now before he realized it hadn’t so much been his choice to wear the diapers, but by then it probably wouldn’t really matter at all.

“I don’t wanna.” He complained again.

“Baby you said that about carrots but you like carrots now don’t you?”

“I guess…”

“Well try it once for mommy and see if its ok, and if you still ‘don’t wanna’ I’ll take you potty next time. How’s that?” Mia smiled helpfully, always happy to reach a compromise and put battles off until later, when they’d be more easily won. Or, in this case, to win a battle while letting Brad think he’d made some kind of a deal.

“But mommy I don’t want Patricia to see.” He protested, pouting at her.

“I’ve changed your dirty Pampers before Brad, I don’t mind poopie little boys bottoms.” She giggled, smiling to him reassuringly.

“There, see? Go ahead and try to go in your diaper and mommy and cousin Patricia can change you.” Mia offered helpfully.

“But I wanna go on the potty I don’t gotta use diapers!” Ah, this was the heart of the matter. But Mia had an argument for that.

“Baby, is your pampers wet?” She asked, poking the damp disposable.

“Uh…”

“Did baby make peepee in his diaper?” She asked in a more babying tone.

“I’ll check him for you aunt Mia!” Patricia volunteered. No sooner had she offered than she poked a finger into the waist of the diaper and pronounced him to be a “peepee butt”

“Baby, tell mommy what you did.” Mia prodded.

“I peed my diaper.” Brad said with a whimper, looking down helplessly. He hadn’t even really noticed the state of his diaper until they’d brought it to his attention. He’d simply wet and then forgot about it like most boys did when they made a mess of their toys or something else, though not usually their pants.

“Well if you can pee your diaper you can use it for poopie. Stand up now, that’s a good boy.” Mia got him standing with her hands under his arm pits.

“Its easier for a little boy to poop standing up because theres less pressure on his bottom. Or we can have you on all fours, that should make it more comfortable.” Ah, the joy of choice!

“I wanna stand..” Brad said, looking as Patricia took his spot on the couch as though she were sitting down to a sporting event.

“Ok baby now push for mommy.” Mia encouraged him, smiling at him and cooing.

“Mommy I really don’t wanna…” He muttered, looking at Patricia. Who promptly reached out to rub his tummy.

“Poor Braddy’s all worried. Don’t worry I’ll help you relax and listen to your mommy.” She soothed, pressing firmly over his lower stomach.

“Come on baby make poopie for mommy. Mommy wants to see you mess your diaper. Make a big mess for mommy.” Mia cooed and smiled, enticing him in every way she could. Between the abdominal massage and his mother’s prompting, not to mention his own tummy’s insistence, Brad only needed to screw up his face slightly and push a bit before he began to mess. Moments later he breathed a sigh of relief. Taking this as her cue Patricia felt the back of his diaper.

“Wow he really needed to poop, aunt Mia, he messed just as easily as a baby would.” She giggled and patted his head. The trip to the changing table was made amid a chorus of praise for his obedience, and Brad didn’t even mind Patricia helping to clean his dirty bottom, because he knew next time his mommy would have to let him use the potty.

Mia diapered him in a thick overnight diaper and left him with Patricia to get him to bed. She had to plan tomorrow’s fun, and she wanted to check up on a few items she’d put on order. Having a baby again wasn’t just a responsibility and blessing, it was an opportunity to go shopping. Women are not competitive by nature, but they do like to show off how well they can care for their little ones, and how efficiently. Mia figured that now that Brad was back in diapers and she was going to be dealing with a messy baby often, she deserved a few little shortcuts, and if they were adorable, all the better!

The next morning Mia got up early to get Brad settled for his day. Mia wanted Brad to be situated by the time the mail came so she and Patricia could have time to look over all the goodies she had gotten. She had expected some trouble keeping the diapers on, and she didn’t want to deal with a lot of ripped tabs. The pampers size 7 were more complicated to take off and put back on then the trainers had been, and she couldn’t be refastening tapes all day. The clothing she was getting out of her sleepy boy’s dresser was a necessary thing for now no matter how cute he looked scampering about in nothing but white plastic and happy sesame street characters.

Brad was groggy as she changed his night time diaper and dressed him in a large blue onesie that she had found was just large enough to fit him. It wouldn’t keep a big kid from opening it and getting at their diaper, but she had a plan for that since he was going to be in it for a while. Brad wasn’t sure what to think of it as he slowly woke up and saw what he was wearing. On one hand it did look babyish, but on the other, it hid his even more babyish diapers! Figuring this was a fair trade Brad scarcely commented on it and finished his breakfast without a fuss. He even knew better than to complain when Mia set him in the play pen. It didn’t seem so bad now that he’d been in it once before. He just peered at the TV, standing up over the rim so he could get a view not obstructed by the mesh sides of the play pen.

This allowed him to see the mail man drop off a package which was quickly settled between Mia and Patricia, and drew smiles from them as they opened it up, though his view was blocked by the arm of the love seat they sat on.

“You don’t really need those with him do you?” Patricia asked, holding up a little cloth cone and laughing.”

“I’m not sure, you never can be too careful.” Mia replied, grinning at him. Brad smiled back and waved, glad to be acknowledged and growing more curious by the minute.

“This organizer is awfully cute though. We can set up a changing station in the living room now so we don’t have to go all the way to the nursery.” Patricia was always a fan of convenience as any babysitter must be.

“Good idea, you go get it all ready, I need to check something with Brad, ok?” Mia sent Patricia off carrying an odd rectangle of cloth with a bunch of straps and pockets on it that rather worried Brad. His focus soon turned to his mother as she approached the play pen. Brad instinctively held up his arms to be let out.

“Baby you need to stay in there for a bit okay? Mommy needs to see how well your little diapers work.” She said to him as she slipped off to the kitchen.

“Whatcha mean mommy?” Brad asked curiously.

“Mommy needs to know how much you can wet before they’ll leak; it’s like a game!” She smiled enthusiastically, returning with a bottle of orange juice with a gentle laxative dissolved in it.

“Oh… what do I gotta do?” He asked.

“Just tell mommy when you pee and me or Patricia will check you and decide when you need changed. If you touch your diaper or fuss too much you lose.”

“I don’t like this game…” Brad deadpanned, looking down at where the onesie covered the bulge between his legs.

“That’s life. But if you’re good mommy will let you see your surprises.” Mia always did like to try offering rewards rather than punishments, and Brad was going to be wetting either way, she doubted he could stop it now.

Mia watched Brad and kept him entertained, even letting him out of the play pen after a bit. He had to stay on a towel in front of the TV incase he did leak, but at least it was somewhat less confining and Mia and Patricia would keep him more directly entertained. He had wet twice before he was even really bothered by it, aside from the bother of having to tell his mother when he did and have her fuss over the state of his diaper. His diaper felt slippery and itchy against his skin, and when he moved it drew the wet warmth back up and made it more noticeable, especially if he had his weight shifted onto the front or middle of the diaper which held most of the wetness. He wanted to itch at it, but the onesie just slid seamlessly over the fabric whenever he tried, and there didn’t seem to be any way to get it off that he could see. As he bent over on all fours and dipped his head towards his knees to see how the onesie was fastened on him, he began to realize he had other problems besides wetting.

"Mom I gotta go poop." He complained, craning around to look back at her and turn his attention away from the television.

"Go ahead and wet your diaper, that will make the pressure go away." Mia said with a smile as though that idea made any sense. Brad of course didn’t have too many options as he'd need his mother to take the diaper off and let him go potty anyhow, so for now he did as she said.

"Mommy I wet again." He said, rather proud at how quickly he'd been able to oblige her whim. He wasn’t embarrassed by this revelation anymore, after having been so frequently checked for wetness or having to ask to be changed while he was in his training pants.

"Good baby!" Mia cooed. Patricia soon joined in.

"I wish you always behaved that well for me Braddy. I can check him for you aunt Mia." She volunteered with a grin.

"Sure Patricia, go ahead and take him up to the nursery, I'm sure he needs changed and then he can go potty." Mia walked over and patted Brad on the head before reaching down to do the same to his squishy diaper. "You were a very good boy Braddikins, keep it up for your cousin ok?" She smiled and then went off to get his old smiley chart off the fridge and record a thing or two. She was rather impressed with how the diaper had held up, and was glad to know she wouldn’t have to change them so frequently anymore.

Patricia meanwhile was leading Brad towards the changing table, but he kept trying to redirect their progress towards the potty chair over against the opposite wall. She let him win, figuring there was no reason to deal with a squirmy boy and then have to wipe him up twice anyhow. Brad blinked as she turned him around, half afraid of a spanking, but he was puzzled when the crotch of the onesie fell out after a few snapping noises.

“How’d you do that?” He asked, looking up at her as she got his diaper down and sent it flopping wetly to the floor.

“It’s easy if you’re a girl.” She grinned and gently maneuvered him onto the baby potty. Brad did his business and blushed as she clapped for him. Brad was soon laying on the changing table, whining slightly as Patricia wiped over his bottom. The irritation of a new case of diaper rash made him forget how Patricia had been able to magically undress him. He wasn’t as jarred by the slight sting of the baby wipes as he was by her suddenly screaming.

“Aunt Mia! Brad’s got a rash again, can I just leave him nakie?” Patricia had half expected this as he’d been in the wet pampers so long, and she did think he looked adorable scurrying around without a diaper on, almost as adorable as he looked with the diaper.

“Sure just keep an eye on him, I don’t want any messes.” Mia called up as she headed for the nursery to check the weight of his heavily wetted diaper.

“How about it baby do you want to run around nakie for a bit so your bum can heal?” Patricia asked with a giggle.

Brad, deciding he had been stuck in diapers too long, was all too happy to have a way out of them. He nodded his agreement instantly and let Patricia spread some Balmex on him, giving him a tiny stiffy that she thought was too cute. Mia scarcely noticed it given the speed with which the naked brat scampered past her to get back to the TV, Patricia following along dutifully and looking amused.

Mia was wondering if he’d be as happy when he found the new pajamas she was getting ready, since nap time was coming up shortly.