Not Quite an Accident

Chapter 19

The big day soon came and Mia sent Brad to the daycare in his diaper, instructing that he was trying hard to potty train. The day care lady was someone he recognized as having been at the little dinner his mommy had. He felt terribly self conscious and immediately asked her to change him in a slight whisper as he peered in at all the other boys. He noted something familiar about the daycare but he couldn’t quite figure it out. He didn’t give it much thought as the lady took him to another room and took off his wet diaper, scolding him for not waiting until he got there. He was put in trainers all the same though.

The lady, whose name was Phyllis, introduced him to the class after making it clear that he was to see her when he needed the potty. She didn’t seem at all surprised to see a boy his age in diapers. Brad met a few of the boys, and recognized some of their names. He didn’t take much of a liking to Curtis, who was somewhat bigger and a year older than him, and had a sour demeanor. Curtis always called the best toys first and most of the other boys didn’t like him well either. Brad had an accident or two, but made it to the potty just as often. On his third wet trainer Phyllis chose to make him lay down as for a diaper change rather than pulling it off more like underwear. She changed him and cautioned him against repeating this before sending him back as it was lunch time.

Brad felt the usual need after the snack of apples and sandwiches, but the nursery lady had disappeared to tend to a fight started by Curtis. Meanwhile Brad was obsessing over the fact that he was now allowed a sippy cup rather than a bottle at daycare, the first time he’d seen such a thing for many weeks as he was on the bottle when at home. The excitement of this and the lack of any way to get relief settled the question of whether Brad would be potty trained and he pooped his trainer as he sat on the floor with one of his new friends.

Brad looked to the boy he was playing with, Anthony, who was thankfully busy trying to get pants on one of his Lego men. He figured he was safe and went back to working on the Lego castle they were manning with archers, and sometimes Jedi. Brad had argued against this on grounds of Jedi being from a galaxy far, far away, but it made sense to staff it with the best soldiers money could buy, and even a ninja couldn’t beat a Jedi. Thus the castle was ninja proof and… Brad looked down at his training pants and pouted. When he had moved to get a new shield for his Lego Jedi the mess had shifted, but the slightly scented trainer was hopefully keeping anyone from noticing, which was the primary goal. He could just pretend he was fine the rest of the day and let his mom change him when he got home, so he wouldn’t get in trouble for having another accident.

What was it his mother had said about how President Bush responded to something called oval warming? “Ignore it and it will go away”? That seemed like a good idea, and if it worked for the president it could work for him!

Anthony looked across the castle and wrinkled his nose and Brad barely kept the look of worry from his face as his partner complained. “Something smells.”

“It must be Curtis.” Brad said with a forced giggle.

His friend agreed and they continued playing for some time. The daycare lady came by and asked if any of the children needed the potty, and one or two raised their hands, though they looked less than thrilled at having an escort to do so. Brad thought that the attendant looked at him as she asked but he pretended he didn’t notice and just started down at the blocks.

They did notice he was quieter than usual, and the smell was a hint as well, when the boy who had been playing nearby returned from his bathroom break he made a comment that made up the woman’s mind.

“Brad do we need to take you to the changing table? Your mommy said you were ready to use the potty but it doesn’t smell like it.” Anthony giggled a bit and Brad just sat there in silence. There was a bit more giggling before long. Curtis whispered to his friend “I told you it was him. I’m surprised he’s not wearing diapers!”

Brad shot him an angry look but was cut off when the attendant asked him again.

“Brad, I asked if you needed to go to the changing table… But if you’re not a big enough boy to admit you had an accident I can find out.” With that she tugged at the back of his trainers half to pull them out to check them and half to get him up.

“I thought so. Come along little baby. I’ll have to call your mother about this, and then it’s nap time for a while. We can get your nap diaper on since you need changed anyhow.” She scolded, shaking her head in displeasure.

Brad was a ball of tears when he got home after what had seemed like an endless day. Most of the boys had had an accident once or twice themselves, especially lately, and so they weren’t too prone to anything besides the usual almost playful jokes. Curtis had been mean to him but Brad didn’t mind as that just seemed to be the boys way.

But Brad knew his mother could do worse to him than the boys at daycare could. She saw him as Phyllis dropped him off and immediately picked him up. Phyllis didn’t need to explain further after the phone call and was in a hurry to get the other boys home that didn’t have a ride, so she gave a sympathetic look and left.

“What happened baby boy?” Mia asked, fishing for his pacifier while she held him to her with the other hand. The fact that his mommy wasn’t already mad calmed him a bit and he sniffled. She had said he wasn’t ready to potty train and she was right, but all the same he was afraid of getting in trouble and didn’t answer at first.

“You can tell mommy, little one, go ahead.” She smiled encouragingly. “And then we can clean up your little face and get you a nice glass of milk.” She patted his bottom at this and found that unlike the thin, well formed and concentrated cushion of a trainer, he was in the more spread out and thicker padding of a diaper. “Where are your training pants, I asked them to let you try to potty.” She said in false confusion.

“I had a accident…” Brad admitted before bursting into new tears. His hopes of potty training were over.

“Awww baby… You didn’t really have an accident…” Mia said. She had wanted to announce her plan for some time and now it seemed like that time was at hand. The doctor had advised against it, but Mia wanted this punishment to stick, and a part of her wanted to let Brad know that this wasn’t really his fault. At least not in the way he thought it was.

“I didn’t?” He asked, looking up at her and wiping his nose.

“No baby, mommy put some medicine in your oatmeal to help make sure you’d poop your little panties at daycare and stop worrying about deciding when you can potty train.” She explained as though this were a simple matter of fact.

“W-w-why?” Brad stuttered, too confused to cry or fuss at her.

“Because mommy wanted to make sure you behaved from now on and learned that mommy was in charge. See, mommy can make you be a baby again whenever she wants, so you shouldn’t get into so much mischief.” She stated simply.

“But… but I don’t wanna!” He whimpered, peering up at her as she settled on the couch with him.

‘I know baby but mommy has to decide what’s best for you. Don’t worry I’ll let you start potty training again after a while if you're a good boy, but just remember mommy can always make you go back to being a baby. And what’s more, since you’re having accidents at school, we won’t have anymore of this potty training business, it’s just diapers for you until mommy says otherwise!” She said rather forcefully.

Brad descended into further fits of tears and Mia just held him, trying to soothe him. This was what she had been trying to avoid, but she knew that Brad had to know what was happening to understand his punishment, and to make it clear that she was in charge. Brad was soon settled in his crib for another nap. One which, in Mia’s view, he definitely needed to offset his crankiness at this latest revelation. Patricia helped to get him settled, and cooed to him until he fell fast asleep. She was growing more fond of him as his regression continued and he became the baby doll she’d viewed him as in her youth when the idea of a younger cousin intrigued her.

Brad wasn’t nearly as hard to deal with after his nap as Mia had worried he might be. In fact for the next few days he tried to be on his best behavior, hoping his mother might call off the punishment. Unfortunately things only seemed to get worse at the day care. After his messy accident on his first day, the woman running the day care had decided that he should be diapered. This, she explained to him, wasn’t a problem because a lot of the boys there wore training pants or diapers for their naps, so he wouldn’t get teased too much.

Brad had made it through those first days of being in diapers full time both at home and at daycare largely because he figured his good behavior would get him out of the punishment. It simply got him further in, and he was slowly beginning to forget the last vestiges of his potty training. The other boys knew he was diapered, the crinkly, thicker material was obvious, and the clothes his mother dressed him in, in addition to the baby print, often allowed the waist of his diapers to show through with their Sesame Street characters making it clear that he was not a big kid like them, or, rather, like some of them.

Brad had found that his friend Andrew was wearing trainers like he had been earlier. They had been play fighting in one of the corners and gotten a bit carried away. Brad had won the tickling contest that resulted, he remembered with some pride, and Andrew had looked somewhat shy afterwards. Once again Brad recognized his look.

“Are you okay?” He asked, offering a hand up.

“Uh huh…” His playmate muttered.

Unfortunately Brad hadn’t been the only one that noticed the look.

“Did someone have an accident over here?” She asked, peering between the two of them.

She didn’t wait for a response, and simply checked Brad first. He knew the routine and stood still for her.

“You’re a little damp but that diaper will hold more… What about you Andy?” She asked, moving and performing the same process on Andrew’s waistline, though it was met with some squirming from him and a good deal of blushing.

“Oh baby, you shouldn’t have gotten all excited. Many more accidents like this and you’ll have to be diapered like your little buddy.” She teased, though Brad knew this was no idle threat. He watched her escort the bashful boy to the changing table in the other room.

“Haha two babies in the corner. Hey did you poop your diaper this time?” Curtis asked, swaggering over and firing a foam disc launcher at Brad which missed and landed harmlessly behind him.

“No! Leave me alone or I’ll tell.” Brad said, trying to sound threatening. The return of the daycare worker leading Andrew by the hand, however, added authority to Brad’s statement and he got a respite from the bully for the rest of the day.

As time went on Brad found that he was growing more and more accustomed to his diapered state. The presence of the other boys, and their acceptance of it, for the most part, made it bearable and it even seemed normal. Curtis was still a nuisance but he seemed to be the only one who still made an issue of it. Brad expected this had a lot to do with most, if not all, of the other boys being diapered now for their naps. He had noticed the line for the changing room growing increasingly longer after nap time, though the daycare ladies as he called them hadn’t been giving any more juice before naps than usual.

It was just before said nap time when Brad sat down to read for a while, as the attendant had noticed he usually had trouble going to sleep and figured some quiet reading would help. The book was something that, ordinarily, Brad would have laughed at. It was too easy to read, the sentences simplistic and uninteresting. There was nothing about dinosaurs or anything cool at all. But now, without even the chance of being toilet trained any time soon and with many of the other boys poking fun at him for his diapers, Brad saw the world of potty training as a vast forbidden city, and the book was a fun aid to his bouts of make believe. He’d be a big boy again some day and get to toilet train just like the boy in the book. It was something nice he could think of until he went down for nap time.

The daycare workers gave Brad an extra snack that day for going to sleep so easily and without a fuss, so predictably he arrived home with a smelly diaper, and fussed at his mother for the first time in days. Mia didn’t mind the fact that he demanded to be changed, that was the way with babies, but the problem was he was saying it in a more big boy fashion than she cared for.

“Baby its not nice to try to tell mommy when to change you. Remember you have to be good if you want to get potty trained. Besides don’t you want to see your new toy?” She asked, as ever offering both the carrot and the stick.

“I wanna diaper change!” Brad demanded. Being kept in diapers didn’t seem like such a threat to him anymore since he was already in diapers.

“Someone needs his dummy.” Mia chided, popping it into his mouth. Brad was glad to have it and settled down as Mia hefted him up and started for the nursery. ”Let’s see what baby gets for his present.” She smiled to him. “Oooooh what could it be?”

Brad was less than thrilled when he saw what looked like a car seat tied to an A frame with bungee cords. Mia threaded his legs into the baby bouncer’s seat and then gave it a light tug down, making him bounce up and down lightly as he hung suspended by the cords with all his weight on his messy bottom. Brad looked up at her with a somewhat displeased look and pouted. Mia could tell that if he didn’t have his pacifier in he’d be complaining quite a bit, and he did manage to whine for her despite still sucking on it. She ignored it and left the room, she’d change him when he calmed down a bit, she thought, stepping over the safety gate in the doorway.

It didn’t take long for Brad to quiet down. He had noticed that the more he wiggled and tried to get out of the bouncer, the more it, well, bounced. So he had soon settled down just to avoid ending up in an even messier diaper. Mia peered back in and his face lit up, a rewarding expression that she hadn’t seen much since he had been very little. Brad clung to her as she carried him to the changing table, and almost didn’t let go to be laid down. But a pat to his bottom reminded him why he needed to cooperate and it went rather well from there.

“Baby you’re being so good now, mommy has another surprise for you!” She grinned, letting a hint of excitement into her voice. Despite his displeasure with his last surprise Brad couldn’t help but be excited as well.

“Since you haven’t been complaining about diapers too much, you don’t have to wear clothes over them anymore as long as you don’t mess with your diapies. How’s that baby?’ Mia asked, smiling brightly. She wanted to reward his general demeanor more than any specific act, she was so impressed with the change in him over the last days.

“Really?” He asked, smiling brightly. The fewer clothes he had on, the closer he was to freedom as he saw it.

“Really.” his mother said, helping him down from the changing table with just the diaper on. “Now go play, and behave or I’ll swat your little diaper butt.” She said playfully. It had been a good while since she’d spanked him, and he could tell by her tone she didn’t mean it. He sat on the nursery floor having a good time and occasionally waddling here or there to get a toddler toy he wanted. His diaper was simply something that was there, and required no interaction from him, like the ceiling. Whereas he had been capable if not really encouraged to put take his training pants off himself, the diapers were more complicated to work, and were now part of the growing list of things over which he had no power. He was however starting to find the cartoons on them interesting again, and examined the patterned print on the front while his mother went to give Patricia a surprise of her own.

“You’re going to potty train him? After all this? But he’s so cute as a baby! He only just gave up on messing with the diapers and trying to get them off.” Patricia complained, sitting at the kitchen table and looking across at her aunt.

“I know, but I think he’s learned his lesson Patricia. Besides, its not like he’ll never misbehave again.” Mia chuckled a bit. Even as she came close to finishing the punishment she knew another was down the road. It was just a fact of life for her.

“Then why did this one last so long?” Patricia asked.

“The doctor wanted to show him what could be done. In the future we’ll just regress him to certain stages depending on how bad he’s been, and it wont require any training since he’ll already know we’re in charge and can force it on him again if he doesn’t comply. All the medicine does get expensive you know.”

Patricia nodded a bit, liking this idea better and better. “What if he doesn’t realize you’re in charge?” She asked, not wanting to be a party pooper, but somehow she just had to ask.

“He’ll learn eventually I suppose, either that or he’ll spend a lot of time in diapers.” She chuckled and Patricia nodded. Her misgivings, however, were to be born out that Saturday, when Brad proved he was still more than capable of misbehaving.

With the weekend came some free time. Brad was much happier now and got along well with Patricia, except when she announced that she’d have to get him into some clothes for a trip to the park.

“Can’t I just wear my diaper?” He asked, seeing this as perfectly sensible since he had been wearing only a diaper at home all day with his mother’s blessing.

“If you want to stay home I guess.” Patricia said as though this made no difference to her.

Brad was soon dressed in his onesie and being led along by his cousin, who had dispensed with the toddler harness as it no longer seemed necessary, and the diaper bag was already too much to lug around. Brad was tired from the walk and Patricia let him sit on the bench beside her for a bit while she read a book.

It wasn’t long before he asked if he could go play and Patricia decided to oblige. She noticed his shorts sagging slightly as he walked away, but it wasn’t time for his diaper change yet and he wasn’t complaining, so she figured she’d let him have his fun, and let herself get into her book a bit more.

Brad sat in the sandbox playing happily and working on a pile of sand, which to him was a magic…. Thing. He wasn’t quite sure what shape it would take yet when he felt himself wetting his diaper once more. He looked down and pouted for a moment as he saw a bit leak through and dampen his shorts and the sand he played in. He wiggled his legs together, figuring their splayed out position might have had something to do with his diaper springing a leak, but that was his only reaction. He continued to shift around in the sand for a time to gain the best vantage for his architectural endeavors

He would have been happy to continue to do so if another boy hadn’t complained to his own mother about the wet baby in the sandbox.

“You shouldn’t be peeing in the sandbox little guy. What would your mommy think?” A woman of about thirty scolded as she came over and knelt down near him. Brad looked up at her and wiggled back, seeing she was somewhat displeased, though more by her own son’s prodding than by Brad’s accident.

“I didn’t wanna my diaper leaked…” Brad tried to explain, as if that would help.

“You look a little big for diapers, but I can see you needed changed. Where’s your mommy? And what does she think about having a boy who can’t go on the potty?” She asked, rather cross and wanting to give the person responsible for the boy a piece of her mind.

“It’s okay. My mommy made me wear diapers cuz I was bad and I gotta poop in them too… Well, her and Dr. Walsh did.” He said, figuring that would excuse everything and continuing despite the stunned look on the woman’s face. “My mom’s at home I think but my cousin’s here that’s her right there. Her name’s Pat-ric-ia but you gotta say all of it or else she gets mad.” He pointed to Patricia helpfully, though she was already approaching to see what was happening.

“So you’re babysitting him?” The woman asked before pointing between his legs. “He wet all over the sandbox. Apparently the diapers that his mom makes him poop in leaked.” She said, still rather confused by the whole matter.

Patricia was quick about making up an explanation about Brad needing the diapers after an operation with the aforesaid doctor, and she mostly cleared things up. She noticed Brad was about to complain about the veracity of her statements and offered him his pacifier to preempt him. With the strange lady all angry at him Brad was glad for the comfort of his soother, and to get an escort home from a very worried looking Patricia.

“You told another lady that it was my fault you wear diapers?” His mother’s face blanched, she didn’t want to be arrested, or to have her name sullied, but moreover she felt terrible that her son had said such a thing so out of the blue. He’d been doing so well the past week, she thought.

“And about Dr. Walsh.” Patricia added grimly.

“Uh huh. Change my diaper mommy I gotta poop!” Brad said, not at all grasping the gravity of the situation as he sucked at his pacifier and mumbled around it.

“Baby hush mommy needs to think that was VERY naughty what you did you could get mommy in trouble.” Mia said, trying to keep her temper under control. She knew Brad hadn’t meant anything by it.

“But my diapers leaking…” Brad whined, tugging on her shirt.

“Brad that’s it! Patricia go put him in the baby bouncer, I need to make a call ok? Everything’s going to be fine…” Mia walked off to the kitchen and Patricia got him settled in the bouncer.

“Was I bad?” He asked her innocently.

‘A little bit…” She said in an understatement, and then headed upstairs to give Mia some privacy.

Moments later Brad sat in his bouncer in what was now a messy diaper. Mia had been too stressed to acquiesce to his demands for a diaper change. He couldn’t understand the fact that he was getting all this attention suddenly but that it didn’t result in his mommy seeing immediately to his needs.

Mia instead had dropped him in the baby bouncer and went to make a call to Dr. Walsh to find out what was going on. It was at this point that Brad realized something: Doing something fun in a dirty diaper was still fun! He started to bounce a bit and enjoyed it as the elastic straps holding up the seat amplified his motion.

Mia was not having such a fun time.

“No, I don’t think he meant to. I suppose there’s not much choice but to finish the therapy completely. Well, I had figured that just making him a toddler would be enough. It’s going to be awfully hard… You can come by and drop off the stuff while he’s down for his nap. How is he? Well he came home messy obviously but I just couldn’t deal with it. He’s probably fussing in his…”

Mia trailed off. Brad was staring at her as she talked about him into the phone, but she knew he would soon be unable to worry about anything she was saying. Indeed he wasn’t, because all she saw was a happily diapered boy enjoying his baby bouncer and making a slightly messy diaper into a major cleanup job.”

“You little stinker. You're making it very hard for mommy to be mad at you… But you’re still in a lot of trouble.” She cooed, coming over to settle him on her hip as she finished arrangements with the doctor and headed for the changing table.