Not Quite an Accident

Chapter 18

Mia shook her head and looked down at the small puddle on the floor as Sybil giggled and Patricia just stared in shock while the last drops fell down. Brad’s mouth was open and his look simply said surprise… and then uh-oh!

“Bradley you stay right where you are and don’t move an inch!” She said, keeping her voice even but trying to make it seem as though she was angrier than she was.

“Aww don’t be too mad at him, miss Mia, boys always make messes if they’re not watched after well enough, its our fault really for letting him go like that.” She smiled a bit, not wanting the cute baby to get into too much trouble.

“He was the one running off, not you guys. But it’s alright, at least it wasn’t on the carpet. Go ahead and grab the towel, Brad and I are going to have a chat in the nursery, aren’t we baby?” Mia asked, to which he simply nodded. Patricia, ever ready to help, offered Mia the baby wipes that were stored in the living room and Mia quickly shook her son’s weewee and dabbed off any droplets from his thighs before wiping the head and carrying him along to the nursery.

“Brad, did you know you were even peeing before you heard it hit the floor?” She asked as she hopped over the gate at the door of the nursery, which was now firmly closed.

“No..” He admitted with a pink color flushing over his cheeks.

“I didn’t think so. I could tell by your face… The doctor said you should be almost done with your therapy this week, but I don’t see much progress…” She frowned as she laid him on the changing table and pulled the strap over his tummy.

“I’m trying mommy…” He whimpered.

“Mommy knows you are, but I still have to punish you…” She started out. Brad winced and cooperated very readily, hoping to make things go easier on him.

“From now on, since you can’t control your wetting, you don’t get to go poop on the potty unless you can keep your diaper dry. I think that’s fair, don’t you? You can’t be a baby and go on the potty, and you can’t be a big boy and pee in a diaper. Right?” She prompted him to answer.

“I guess not… but where do I go poop if I cant use the potty?” He asked wonderingly. Mia was amazed that he didn’t know the answer… Or, she reasoned, he did know and was just hoping it wasn’t so. She worked on diapering him as she did so, sprinkling the powder after she had the crinkly disposable under him.

“In your diaper of course. You wet your diapers all the time, or my floor… Do you expect mommy to get you out of your didees and let you pee all over mommy’s nice clean house?” She asked, daring him to say yes with her eyes. He shook his head no rather quickly. “Remember Brad its up to you. If you want to be a big boy, you can keep your diaper dry and use the potty. But mommy isn’t treating you like a grown up if you pee like a baby. Let’s see if we can potty train you, okay? Or do you just want to give up and poop your diapers all the time?” As usual, she figured she’d give him some options, and let him potentially make things easier. She wasn’t surprised when he chose not to do so, though, and so she suited him up in his footie sleeper and carried him over the baby gate at the nursery door.

Of course it didn’t much matter to Mia whether he did things easy or not. He was wetting without even knowing it now, the diapers simply had made it too easy for him to pee whenever he felt like it, and the only reason he’d noticed this time when he wet was due to the lack of the diaper. Mia figured he’d be completely unpotty trained soon, and she could start making arrangements for his return to school, and a small celebration, too!

Mia set him in his crib for a nap and then went off to explain the new policy to Patricia and, since she was there, to Sybil too. Patricia was overjoyed that her cousin would finally be a proper baby, and Sybil asked if she could skip the dirty diaper changes. Mia chuckled, figuring a girl with a little brother would be used to such things, but she nodded her ascent, it wasn’t Sybil’s job to look after him anyhow.

Brad simply stood mute behind his mother while they discussed the state of his diapers as though it were a foregone conclusion. His face reddened and he stomped his foot. “I don’t poop my diapers!” He said as defensively as ever.

“Of course not baby, you’re a big kid. Mommy knows.” Mia agreed with a flawless, condescending smile that was lost on Brad. Sybil and Patricia were glad to watch Brad, now newly clothed and freshened up, while Mia worked in the kitchen, preparing a few invitations for the party she planned to have, and scheduling her son’s next appointment with the doctor.

Mia had worked out a new changing schedule with Patricia, so while she was taking Sybil home in the afternoon, Brad was getting his second to last diaper change of the day. With an hour and a half to go before dinner time, Brad would certainly be wet by then, and he’d have to go in his diaper when he needed to poop. Mia wanted to get things off on the right foot.

She got back home in time to fix dinner, which kept her rather too busy to attend to Brad’s diaper. He had forgotten about it for the most part but soon toddled into the kitchen. It was the walking that reminded him, because he could feel the soggy padding sagging between his legs. Normally he wouldn’t have worried about this realization, but he wanted to be in a dry diaper so that he could go on the potty later.

“Mommy I’m wet.” He pouted as she was sautéing some vegetables.

“Ok baby, go ahead and sit down while mommy finishes dinner. I’ll get your lil diaper changed after.” She smiled merrily and had him start setting the table, turning briefly to see the bottom of the onesie sagging. Brad didn’t like moving about in the warm humid kitchen in the fuzzy one piece pajamas, but it was something to do and he enjoyed the time with his mother.

Dinner was soon finished, and Brad had nearly finished licking up the last remnants of his bowl of ice cream when he felt the gurgle in his stomach. Between the small doses of laxatives, and the diet meant to soften his stool, Brad was feeling the urge to go after every meal, when his stomach sent the signal to his bowels to evacuate for the next load of digested material coming through, like one car honking its horn from behind another at a stop light.

“Mom I gotta go potty.” He whined, rather predictably for Mia.

“Are you sure you didn’t already go?” Patricia asked with a giggle, poking at the crotch of his sleeper. Brad shoved her hand away and whined a bit, remembering the terms of his punishment now.

“He’s wet Aunt Mia.” Patricia announced, having been able to easily feel it even through the cloth covering the diaper.

“Brad you know the rules we set down about wet diapers.” Mia said sternly before starting to clear the table. Patricia joined in and Brad was left sitting there, the odd boy out as it were.

“But I gotta poop.” He pressed, as though Mia had failed to elaborate on this subject enough.

“You peed your diaper, you can make stinkies in it too. Then you can tell me what a smelly little baby you are and I’ll change you.

“I’m not!” Brad fussed as his ice cream bowl was removed.

“No of course not. Yet.” Mia teased. She didn’t want a fight though, so she connived to keep Brad busy and in just the right position to make his use of the diaper a little easier on him.

“Come on you two, we’re going to go work on a puzzle.” She announced, leaving the dishes to soak for later.

Brad followed along dutifully with the diaper sagging slightly as he went, but he didn’t mind the feeling of a wet diaper at all anymore. It was what would come next that he was worried about… Maybe he’d have to start trying to pee on the potty now to gain back his big kid status… It seemed to be a bit of a bother now. He needed to pee now, a likely product of his juice with dinner, but he figured he could start holding it next time and simply let go into the already damp diaper, warming it anew while Mia and Patricia dumped out the puzzle pieces.

Mia and Patricia ended up being the main puzzle architects as it was a large jigsaw, fittingly enough of one of the goofy photos of babies dressed as sunflowers. Brad had his part to play though as they had him go seek out the pieces they needed. Naturally this was done by crawling. They both enjoyed watching his puffy diaper butt sway in the air, and Mia knew it would be easier for him to release from that position.

Mia smiled as Brad went about getting the puzzle pieces and helping to see if they fit. He was pretty well able to ignore his need to go potty while he was thus occupied, and Mia was glad that it kept him from fussing. He did eventually feel things coming to a head and stopped in mid crawl on the way to a green piece with a little bit of sky at the top that he had to find.

He looked at Mia and Patricia to see if they were either going to save him and take him potty, or notice what he was about to do and make fun of him, but they were busy searching out pieces nearer to them, so he simply waited on all fours for nature to work its course. He scarcely had to push out now, and it came out soft and easily. Somewhere he knew that it hadn’t always been like that, that it had taken effort and once upon a time he hadn’t had to stop to poop three times a day, but right now it didn’t matter. He knew he’d be changed when his mommy smelled his diaper, and so he just tried to keep going along with finding that piece.

There was now less the humiliation, and no effort, just the sweet relief of surrendering to what his body wanted to do anyhow, which was to use his diapers. Mia did see him pause though and freeze in place, and he moved more gingerly afterwards. She knew what had happened even before he tugged on her shirt to alert her.

“What’s wrong baby boy? Do you want to come sit in mommy’s lap?” She asked with a smile. She had hefted him up and into her lap before he could answer at all and he simply nodded as he felt the messy diaper squish. The comfort of his mother’s lap soothed him slightly, but she could still tell he was distressed.

“Mommy I need…” He started again as he watched Patricia continue the puzzle absently. He was almost glad for his babyish state. She didn’t get to sit in his mommy’s lap cuz she was a big kid. He really did seem to get more positive attention this way.

“Your paci?” His mother finished for him, and plunked it into his mouth. He found that suckling on it really did help, and he grew more relaxed until his mommy and cousin finished the puzzle and went to change him.

Brad’s training went fairly well after that. He occasionally made a fuss about wanting to use the potty. Mia could tell he tried hard to keep his diapers dry around meal times, but he was usually wet before he even knew it. Once she made the mistake of telling him lunch would be ready soon, and he asked for a diaper change just afterwards so he’d be dry and could go on the potty. Mia was impressed by that, even if she had to hope he wouldn’t expect such treatment again at dinner. Mia viewed this as the end of a trend rather than the beginning of one.

Brad always had his morning bowel movement in his diapers since Mia would usually wait to change him ‘til after breakfast, but dinner was usually a trial, especially if he hadn’t had a nap. Today not only had she let him skip his nap as he had been quite hyper about being a big boy again, but he also, as indicated, thought he was a big boy.

Dinner time came and went, and Brad, realizing that time was not on his side, asked to be taken to the potty almost immediately. Mia checked him and found that he was wet and simply shook her head no, telling him to relax and watch TV and just let it happen. Brad instead stomped over to Patricia to ask if she would take him to go poop. She gave a similar response and watched as her baby cousin moved to stand in front of the TV.

“I’m not pooping my diaper!” He said and stomped his foot for emphasis. Mia could see his face was already reddening. She didn’t think he was holding it in, and knew for sure that he couldn’t for long if he tried, but she needed to reassert order here.

“Brad. Your diaper is soaking wet. You may as well go poopie in it like a good baby.”

“I’m not!” Was his only response.

“Mommy says you will.” Mia said more firmly. The stream of no and other such phrases alarmed Patricia but Mia had expected it. In most cases she would have been happy to let nature take its course, but right now she wanted to make it clear that Brad wasn’t in charge of his bottom anymore. She picked him up while he was still kicking and fussing and started off for the nursery. Patricia followed, seeing her aunt might need some help, if nothing else than with opening the baby gate.

It was easy getting Brad settled on the table as he figured he’d be let out of the diaper, but this was just a temporary reprieve. Patricia knew some sort of punishment was forthcoming and tried to save her cousin the trouble.

“Come on baby you're going to mess your diaper either way, why don’t you just be good so you can go back to watching TV?” She coaxed.

Brad shook his head and Mia shrugged. Brad had been lain down facing up so the diaper could be untapped, but he was rather surprised when he found himself rolled over. Patricia moved to stop his legs from kicking and Mia strapped down his back while she went to get the suppository out. Brad saw her heading to a tall cabinet and noticed the collection of various medicines, thermometers, and so forth inside. He knew what was about to happen and only screamed louder.

Patricia swatted his bottom once or twice, but too lightly to have much effect while he was in such a state. Mia wasn’t about to dawdle and simply smeared the suppository in the Vaseline and swatted Brad’s legs until he wiggled them apart to escape the punishment, finally beginning to cry. The medicine went in rather easily and Brad was rolled over once more, taped back into the wet diaper, and taken to his play pen to calm down. When he had Mia simply explained to him that he would obey her rules or she’d make him. It wasn’t the fact that he’d tried not to mess his diapers that bothered her, just the fact that he believed he was in charge of that choice. As his stomach gurgled, the point that this was not the reality of things was driven home.

Brad spent a while begging to be changed not only to make him a bit less proud, but also because the suppository helped him to release so much that the mess came out in waves rather than all at once. The gooey baby poop spread everywhere and made him more miserable than a normal dirty diaper. Brad cried often until he was clinging to his mommy on the way to be changed. She used five baby wipes and the back of the diaper before he was anywhere close to clean, and having to sit there and be wiped up and smell it for that long was a punishment in and of itself.

“We need you all nice and clean baby. Not only are you a little rashy, but you’re going to have a very special visitor tomorrow!” His mommy said, hoping to console him. Brad did calm and wiped his nose on the back of his hand.

“Who mommy?” He asked, peering up at her through still glistening eyes.

“Your pediatrician, of course!” Mia announced to a new wave of sniffling. Brad was very scared she’d hear of this event and be cross with him. She was much nicer when she was pleased with his behavior… but she was never very nice anyhow… Brad slept rather poorly between his rashy bottom and the worries of what tomorrow would bring.

Dr. Walsh duly arrived a bit after lunch time and found Brad waiting for her in his play pen. He wasn’t terribly antsy this time, the worry over the past day’s misbehavior had been sorted out, and he had even gotten to go without his diaper for a bit around breakfast time without even being scolded for a mess or two he made on the floor.

Brad stood up as his mother opened the door and this time he greeted the doctor nicely, albeit shyly.

“Hi there Brad, your mommy tells me you’ve been doing very well aside from the occasional setback. How’s my favorite patient feeling?” She asked with a warmer than usual smile. It seemed as his babyish behavior was getting worse her attitude towards him continually improved, though Brad couldn’t see why. One would think the opposite would be true as her therapy was clearly not working to help him recover. But she wasn’t at all frustrated.

“Does my baby boy need to go potty?” She asked him. Brad, rather predictably nodded that he did.

“Let’s see if he’s wet. I’ve been making him use his diapers for number two if he can’t be trained for number one. He gave me a fuss about it yesterday but other than that he’s mostly been using his diapers for everything, except when I have to let him go without when he gets a rash.” Mia explained as she checked his predictably wet diaper. Mia shook her head just slightly at the look Brad gave her, to which he responded by turning his eyes down and standing with his arms over the rails of the play pen, leaning against it while bowing his legs just slightly.

“Come on baby, I need to take a sample anyhow and I’ll get you changed really fast, you can even have your paci!” The doctor smiled. Moments later Dr. Walsh patted his bottom to see just how quickly his diaper training was going. She smiled a bit as she removed her hand from the seat of his diaper. Brad looked up at her miserably as he wriggled around under all the attention. The Dr. however was most impressed by his progress, or rather, regress. She hadn’t even needed to use a suppository on him for this, just promised to give him a quick diaper change and his paci if he complied.

“Ok baby, you can have your paci if you ask for it, just like I promised. Mom do you have his pacifier handy?” She asked. Mia came over and smiled, producing it from her now inseparable diaper bag. “Never leave home without it!”

“You haven’t left home.” The doctor remarked drolly.

“I didn’t know you made house calls” Brad said with a slight smile which broadened as his pacifier came out. “Hush” His mother remarked quickly, but he scarcely noticed. He couldn’t explain it but he was glad to see the thing. Brad reached for it, but it was instead duly handed to Dr. Walsh while his hands grasped in the air over his head.

“Gimme!” Brad whined. What did the doctor need with HIS pacifier anyhow, she didn’t use one.

“Ask more nicely baby.” The doctor corrected.

“Gimme please?” Brad ventured.

“Say baby wanna paci” His mother teased, giggling at his state. She knew he needed it as uncomfortable as he still was with messing his diapers, but the doctor was curious to see just how attached he was to the thing after having it used as a comfort item so often. She had theorized that by training him to equate the pacifier with soothing after stress, he would begin to have affection for it as more than just a baby item

Brad looked at her and then at his pacifier. There was no point trying to act like something he wasn’t anymore, and anyhow, he wanted his paci! “Mommy baby wanna paci” He said in his best baby voice.

“Good boy!” The doctor gushed. “Say aaaaah” Brad did so and was duly rewarded with the pacifier in his mouth, which he sucked on for comfort as his dirty diaper was changed by the two broadly smiling women. He had his temperature taken after the mess was rubbed away, but it went rather quickly since he was already swathed in Vaseline due to the diaper rash from yesterday. He could scarcely imagine a different way to have it done anymore and though he still didn’t like it, it was more because he had to hold still and less because it was babyish or demeaning. The exam went quite well considering how he usually disliked these visits, it was mostly just him playing while his mother and the doctor chatted. Brad had to run to the kitchen once more when the door bell rang. The doctor oddly enough was the one to go answer it.

And she stayed in there for some time. Brad could hear boys his age as well as their mothers coming in, and he was a bit confused as he looked up at his mother, suckling a bit harder on the pacifier. The living room was full of chatting and introductions and Brad whimpered as his mother started out to greet her guests. She didn’t look terribly surprised at all.

Brad tried to keep her in the kitchen but she simply patted his head and asked him to come out and say hello to all his new friends, as though this were a foregone conclusion. It wasn’t of course, he stayed put in the kitchen!

The boys were largely hanging around in the living room, and so Brad was trapped. The only way out of the kitchen was to go either through the living room or into the dining room and then into the living room. The kitchen was the safest place for now. Brad was used to his mother and her friends seeing him in just a diaper, but he didn’t want any kid from his school to see him like that. He’d never be able to go back there!

Mia came back and sat down and Brad scurried to hug her, asking again what was going on as the room began to fill with the boys mothers. Mia told him that these were the mothers of other boys that he’d be going to a special daycare with. Brad squirmed at this idea. It would be different having boys his age see him in diapers. What if they beat him up! He wanted to hide.

So Brad just sat on his mother’s lap listening to the women talk. Most of it was of no interest to him, a few lines about some school, and other than that just mommy stuff about clothes and books and shows he thought were silly. When the talk turned to him and his diapers he was even less interested, but he couldn’t help but to listen.

“Oh yes, he wears them all the time. His doctor said he’d probably finish training this week and I had my doubts but…” Mia smiled down to Brad and bounced him a bit. He cuddled into her rather shyly and another mother laughed.

“Curtis is only a bed wetter, but I’m sure it won’t be long before he’s having daytime accidents too.” She shrugged in a se-la-vie manner.

“Do you diaper him at night? I know I do with my son, Dr. Walsh recommended it and things have been going better ever since we started her therapy.” Said another somewhat older woman.

“You mean he’s not wetting like me?” Brad took out his pacifier and asked in confusion. He hardly expected to get an answer. His mother popped it right back in to hush him, and he was glad to have it as there were so many people around he didn’t know. He wanted to go play with the other boys but he just couldn’t. The mommies didn’t seem any more accessible, they talked over his head as though he weren’t even there, but it did make him feel better to know that he wasn’t the only other diaper boy in the world.

“Oh no he wakes up soaked every morning now, I’ve even seen some dribbling in his Underoos, his sheets are still dry!” The mommy laughed and smiled to Brad. “See all boys have peepee problems.” She said helpfully, seeing he might feel self conscious. “And who is this boy of yours I’ve heard so much about anyhow?” She asked, now addressing Mia.

“Oh this is Brad, he’s just a little bit shy. Brad used to soak his little sheets for some time before we got him used to wearing diapers. Now his room smells all better, doesn’t it Braddy?” Mia asked in her usual babying tone. Brad simply blushed and nodded.

“Curtis’ is starting to as well. Even though he squirts in his little diapers all the time at night.” Said Curtis’ mommy.

He couldn’t tell whether they were complaining or bragging. But who would brag about something like this? His mommy seemed quite proud of him, but he was sure that was just because he was her son, and not because he was now a diaper baby.

The party soon broke up and Brad peeked out to see if it was safe. His mother had just ushered the last few people out of the door with fond goodbyes and she turned to him, standing in his onesie with the pacifier in his mouth.

“Awww Brad you look adorable, but I think you went potty while you were sitting there in my lap. We’ll change you and then I can go start on dinner. You have a big day tomorrow so I have to get my little guy fed!” She said enthusiastically as she ushered him along to the nursery. Brad groaned slightly at the continued baby talk and popped his pacifier out of his mouth only to have it taken by his mommy once again. She couldn’t stand to see it get covered in germs while he ran around with it. Brad was crankier now thanks to that. He had wanted it out of his mouth for a second, not gone!

“Mom I want my paci back and I don’t wanna go to stupid baby school!” He complained, failing to see a slight contradiction there.

“We’ll see baby boy. But you really are going potty in your diaper a lot. Mommy can’t toilet train a boy who is wet all the time can she?” Mia looked to him as she got him onto the changing table.

“I won’t mommy! I can stay dry and get potty trained like a big kid and I can go poopie on the toilet!” Mia could see that this was what he was really after, and she sighed. Perhaps she had to let him try to fly just to show him that he wasn’t ready yet.

“Well alright baby. But I don’t have any little boys training pants anymore. Maybe the ‘stupid baby school’ will.” She hinted with a smile. Suddenly, Brad was no longer dreading his new day care so much.