Not Quite an Accident
Chapter 1
Brad
had been in trouble in school again, as was his custom. He was a typical young
boy with a bit of a bratty streak but he never did anything really awful, so
his mother had never seen fit to truly lay down the law. Until now that is.
After the latest call from the principal Ms. Mia, his mother, decided that her
son was just having too many opportunities to get into mischief. She almost
longed for the days when the worst he could do was reach for something on the
counter or say a bad word in his cute baby talk.
She
was meeting her pediatrician for lunch and hoped that might cheer her up. Dr.
Walsh had always been a good friend to her and had a motherly if rather stern
air about her. Dr. Walsh normally only looked to the health of girls, having
little capacity to put up with squirmy poorly behaved boys, but she had looked
after Brad since his birth because of her friendship with his mother, who had
just poured forth her story over a croissant sandwich.
“The
problem with little boys is that they don’t grow older, they just get bigger
and harder to control.” The doctor explained. She was quite open about her lack
of appreciation of the lesser sex as she called them, but wasn’t totally
hostile: she was always firm with Brad but never really cruel to him, she
simply wished him to know his place and behave himself.
“I
don’t know if theres anything that can be done for that” Ms Mia lamented.
“Well
if you really wanted to I think making him a baby again would keep him out of
trouble.” The doctor said with a grin. “I didn’t mind him so much then, he was
a sweet infant.”
“You
must be joking. I thought about putting him back in diapers when he was younger
for his bedwetting but he barely even let me get the goodnights on him.”
Dr.
Walsh chuckled. “I think I would have handled that rather quickly. A catheter
can stop bedwetting, though of course it might encourage more incontinence
problems… But you see, the problem isn’t with you, you’re his mother and you
have to do what he needs, you just need to make him realize what he needs.”
Mia’s
look was incredulous. “I don’t think he’s just going to realize that he needs
to be back in nappies.”
“Hence
the ‘make’ part.” The pediatrician said with a sly grin. “Listen let’s go to
the clinic and I’ll give you a few things and write up a treatment plan.
The
clinic was actually the downstairs of her house, and it was a mix of the
comfortable and the medical. There was even a ward upstairs incase patients had
to stay the night. The Dr. went straight to her medicine cabinet, picking out a
few bottles, putting one or two back and then smiling when she found the
perfect ones. She next went to a larger cabinet and picked out a few goodnights
diapers. Mia watched with growing curiosity and came to stand over her friend’s
shoulder as she explained.
“I’m
giving you a bottle of a gentle muscle relaxant serum, a liquid diuretic and
some sedative pills. Of course they’ll need to be ground, can you grab the
mortar? Yes that’s it.” Dr. Walsh ground up some tan pills and returned them to
the bottle they’d come from.
“Go
on home and buy some salty crunchy foods, you know chips, fries, and of course
some peanut butter. Give them to him around dinner, the salt will get him nice
and thirsty. In the dinner or his juice you need to add a two
drops of each of the liquid and not more than that. Be careful with the powder
as well, just an eighth of a tea spoon should be the right dose. Two of them
will help him sleep and relax, and the other is going to make him need to wet
more. Every night at dinner, but not during the day yet.
Forcing him too fast would result in a cranky boy and, dare I say, an even less
pleased mother.”
Mia
nodded a bit and took the bag. “But I don’t want him to just be a bed wetter.”
She complained, not knowing what else the doctor had in store.
“Boys
stop bedwetting last, if at all, so it’s the first thing we’ll bring back.
Doing it gradually, that’s the key. That and subtly. He won’t know what’s going
on. After it gets to be too big of a bother bring him in to see me and I’ll
have a look at him and keep him for a few days. For now theres nothing you need
to worry about except making sure he wears his goodnights and making him
comfortable. Speaking of which I gave you the kind that need to be taped up,
make sure you put them on him, that’s important.” She instructed.
Mia
smiled and looked into the bag. “Alright I’ll do it. I’ll be back in a week or
so to see what you have planned next. I’m honestly rather curious about this.”
“So
am I.” Dr. Walsh admitted. “If this treatment works on him it could be employed
on older boys, perhaps peoples husbands. A few of my patients parents could benefit from it.” She laughed and saw
Mia out to the door. She arrived home from the store just in time to stash the
special bag and begin putting the junk food away before her son arrived.
“Heya Mom” He said innocently. He was kind of surprised she
didn’t jump on him about the incident with his teacher. He was still too young
to know that women are more dangerous when they’re quiet than when they yell.
“Welcome
home kiddo. Glad schools out?” She asked with a smile,
handing him a portioned pack of chips.
“Sure
am! I’m going to go play outside, be back soon.” He said, scampering out the
door. The day went by like this with Brad watching TV while his mother planned
dinner. Each night, she decided, she’d provide something that would cling to
the palate like white bread or peanut butter, and a good helping of salty dry
food like potatoes or fried onions (his favorites). She finally set on peanut
butter and jelly, fries and some vegetables. These, predictably enough, were
barely half eaten, and this achievement occurred with significant prompting.
However
it was the juice and the jelly that were important. She was glad to see all
these disappear followed by another glass of milk. She offered to clean the
table, usually Brad’s job, and let him go watch tv. In
moments she went to look in on him and smiled. He seemed sleepy and a bit weak
as he lay on the couch, his eyelids constantly threatening to encroach on the
territory of his pupils while his mouth hung slightly open.
This
already was a welcome change from the nightly battles over bed time. Brad could
scarcely explain the sleepy feeling he had despite his excitement about being
on break. He was glad when his mother scooped him up in her arms and started to
carry him towards bed.
“Do
you need to go peepee before bed honey?” She asked
sweetly.
Brad
just shook his head, pouting a bit at her babying tone. She laid him down in
bed after taking off his socks and tucked him in with a kiss goodnight. She
didn’t even need to look back to know he was fast asleep. She didn’t feel at
all bad about the medicine. He’d feel better in the morning for having slept
for a good while. Although the wet bed she hoped to find might not make him
feel so good. She went to her room to read for a bit before herself falling
asleep.
Brad
woke late the next day, missing all of his Saturday morning cartoons. He felt
groggy and sluggish as he stretched and then the cold damp feeling of fabric
clinging to his midsection hit him. He’d wet the bed. He shook off the hangover
from the sedative and rolled out of bed. He skittered down to the hall, hoping
fervently his mother wasn’t up. Seeing the door was closed he proceeded to
undress and strip his bed, scampering down the hall to the laundry naked and
cramming the evidence in the washing machine, turning it on and scampering back
to his room to get dressed.
His
mother watched from the bathroom where she’d just been getting her toothbrush
out. Mia smiled to see her little boy running around the house bare bum. It
brought back memories of when he was a toddler and had insisted on running
around nude at every opportunity. She decided to let him think he’d fooled her.
He might have kept it from her had it just been a one time problem, but it
wasn’t going to be.
That
night she made a similarly altered meal and had an easy time getting her child
to bed. The next morning she made a point of coming in to wake him up and was
quite impressed by the sheer volume he’d managed to produce. While he yawned
and rubbed his eyes she tugged back the blanket, seeing his pajamas soaked from
the upper stomach almost to the knees.
“What
happened here young man? I thought you said you didn’t need to go to the
bathroom!” She said with an edge to her voice.
Brad
groaned groggily and murmured. “I dunno mommy… Don’t
be mad at me…”
Mia
was touched by his pleas and sat down on a dry part of the bed, sitting him up
and helping him to pull off the shirt and wiggle out of the pants. She found it
easy to draw him into your lap and cuddle his damp form as he began to cry
softly. Brad was sure that he was starting to wet again after yesterday and too
embarrassed to tell his mother about what he’d hidden.
“Don’t cry baby, its just this once and we’ll let it go. I’ll clean your sheets
up you just get cleaned up and go watch cartoons okay?’ She said, stroking his
back. He smiled weakly and hopped up and she sent him on his way with a light
tap on his wet bottom before adding ominously. “But if it happens again I’ll
have to get you some protection…” Brad just groaned as he went to get a bath.
The
day passed rather more quietly than the previous ones, and Mia noted that Brad
seemed more respectful and reserved around her after his embarrassment earlier.
That night Mia made some spicy hoagies and home fries and peanut butter cookies
and was impressed to see her son drink down three cups of juice. She had to
carry him to the bathroom before bed but he could only let out a trickle with
his mother watching and she had soon tucked him in and said goodnight.
Brad
lay awake somehow knowing what would happen the next day but he was just so
sleepy… He tried to sit up but all he could manage was to roll over. He soon
decided it wasn’t worth it and retreated into the warm embrace of sleep.
The
next morning his mother came in to the scene she’d predicted and woke brad up
with some effort and shaking. He immediately started to cry, knowing what had
happened. Once again Mia soothed him and stroked at his hair, calming him down
and helping him out of his clothes, letting him go get a bath and switching out
the sheets once again. Aside from very heavy wettings, she decided, this would
be the last time she’d change his sheets.
Brad
came out of the bathroom ten minutes later sheepishly and went directly to his
mother for a hug. She helped him pick out some clothes and assured him that
everything would be fine. During the day Brad didn’t go out, he stayed home and
watched tv seeming unenergetic and pouty.
Mia almost felt bad for what she was doing but she decided to trust the doctor
and her own maternal instincts. Brad needed this.
And
Mia couldn’t deny she was enjoying it. The extra hugs and attention were nice
and Brad even sat in her lap for a bit to watch tv.
Brad was desperate to be closer to his mother for simple stability as he seemed
to be getting sick. When he mentioned this worry his mother shrugged.
“I’m
sure you’re fine, but maybe it’s best I schedule an appointment with Doctor
Walsh.”
Brad
immediately regretted his words.
“Awwww mom do we have to?”
“Yes.”
She said firmly, giving him a reassuring smile.” It’s alright though, I’ll be
there and she’s not that bad you know.”
Brad
just gave a sour look. Normally he would have argued but he just didn’t feel up
to it. It would take the events of that night to put the fight back in him. His
mother called him to her room before dinner.
“Honey
go pee okay I need to talk to you.”
Brad
found this a reasonable request and slipped off to pee before coming to his
mother’s bedroom. She patted the bed beside her and he hopped up, looking up at
her.
“Baby
you remember I said we’d need some protection if you kept wetting? Well I found
some of the old goodnights from wh…”
“No!”
He interrupted, crossing his arms. “I’m not wearing diapers!”
“They’re
not diapers honey they’re special pads so you wont
soak your bed. Its starting to smell like pee in your
room now and I cant keep washing your sheets every day. You need to wear
these.”
“Mommy
I don’t wanna I’ll stop wetting on my own you’ll
see!” He said with determination. Mia soon began to regret not doing this after
he’d had his medicine.
“Honey
you’re going to wear these. You’re always so sleepy after dinner time that I thought
it would be best to get them on you before you drifted off. You need to wear
these though and you will. Is that understood?” She asked, looking at him as if
daring him to argue further.
“But
how come I gotta put them on now?” He moaned, shifting the subject.
“I
already told you, you’ll be too sleepy after dinner to help me get you dressed
now lay down.”
Brad
frowned but had a feeling she was right, and she didn’t even know about his
first accident yet as far as he could tell. Mia smiled when she saw him
cooperate, stripped his pants, and grabbed up a goodnight from the bag and
expertly picked up his legs by the ankles, holding them in one hand. She slid
the pastel blue diaper with the cartoon designs under him and then laid him
down on it. She peered down at his penis and flicked it gently down between his
legs. The diapers would be useless if he was peeing out the waistband all over
his tummy.
She
then pulled up the front between his legs and taped it up firmly, getting his
pants back on.
“There,
that wasn’t so bad was it?” She asked with a sweet smile.
Brad
just gave a pout and wiggled his legs. He decided the diaper wasn’t too thick
and then started down the stairs to watch tv for a bit
while his mother set up dinner. Mia couldn’t help but hide a smile as she
watched his bulging bottom wiggle with his steps. Dinner was a quiet affair
until she gave him some ice cream to make up for all he’d been through in the
past days, and to add more liquid to his diet.
Brad
thoroughly enjoyed the chocolate ice cream and hugged his mother after the
meal, forgetting about his diaper as he sat down to watch tv.
This time his mother had added a bit more diuretic than she needed to and it
showed. While he was beginning to drift off he felt himself dribble into his
pants and realized how full he was. The look of panic on his face didn’t go
unnoticed, but his mother just smiled as he slipped tiredly to the bathroom
with his hands over his crotch. After that it was bed time, once again without
any semblance of a fight. Brad had no trouble falling asleep in the diapers
while downstairs his mother had called the doctor.
“I
think he wet a little before bed, but it didn’t take too much of a fight to get
him into diapers. Yes, every night since we started… I’ll bring him in at the
end of the week… a whole 2 days? I’m sure he’ll be glad to hear that. Alright
just tell me what I’ll need when we get there. I need to get some rest, I’m
sure I’ll have a cranky little guy in the morning. Alright sleep well.”
The
next morning Brad was overjoyed to wake in a dry bed, but this only lasted
until he poked at the blue bulge between his legs and frowned. He was quite wet
but too groggy to do anything about it. He lay down again and was near to sleep
when his mother came back in and poked a finger down the front of his diaper.
She smiled as she saw his eye pop open and waved him back to sleep.
“It’s okay angel mommy just needs to change you. She said
softly as she began to undo the diaper and clean him up. Brad had no trouble
falling back to sleep while she changed him, still sleepy from the sedative.
When he woke up again he was dry and in his usual pajamas minus the diaper, but
he could smell the baby wipes his mother had used to clean him up. This routine
continued for some days until one day he was woken up terribly early.
“Baby
we need to get going, you have a doctor’s appointment
today.” His mother’s voice urged as he lay there, just wanting to go back to
sleep. Of course that was the plan. His mother and Dr. Walsh had scheduled the
appointment early so he’d be tired and less inclined to put up a fuss even if
he was a bit cranky, as he surely would be.
Mia
bathed him herself, poking and scrubbing and tugging back his foreskin, washing
behind his ears and making quite an affair of it. He was going to be naked at
the doctors and she wanted him to be nice and clean so the doctor would see she
took good care of her little one.
He
had a quick breakfast and then was settled into the back seat of the car and
buckled in. Mia didn’t have to look back to tell that he was fast asleep. She
drove to Dr. Walsh’s office and shook her son gently to wake him up. He whined
but she soon managed to get him on his feet and lead him in.
“Where
are we going” He asked groggily.
“We’re
going to see the pediatrician about your bedwetting, baby.”
Realization
dawned on Brad as he saw the doctors office and began
to drag his feet, though by now it was far too late as they entered the
building.
“Moooom I don’t wanna go in there
she’ll make fun of me and she’s always mean!” He protested uselessly as she
tugged his weak tired form along.
His
mother ignored him and spoke to the nurse at reception, smiling as Dr. Walsh
came out of her examination room which she’d been preparing. The two women
greeted each other and then Dr. Walsh turned to Brad as they stood in the
waiting room.
“I
hear a little boy has been making wettums in his beddums?” She asked in her most condescending voice. Brad
could only pout and wiggle closer to his mother, who swatted his bottom and told
him to answer the nice doctor.
“uh huh” he muttered softly.
“and I understand that your mommy made the decision to dress
you in goodnights?” She said, quite enjoying making her patient squirm. It was
almost poetic justice to make him squirm when she wanted for a change, rather
than at a time when she preferred he stay still.
“yes” he said with a tiny whimper, standing behind his
mother.
“It’s
better than nothing I suppose, but when you’re with me I’ll have you in proper
diapers. Can’t have you leaking.” She said with a grin
as he looked up, wondering what she meant about being with her. The doctor
waved them into the exam room and without asking at all picked Brad up and sat
him on the exam table. She began to undress him, with his mother’s help, and the
two women talked over him as though he were just a part of the table.
“How
much does he typically wet? Are there multiple accidents or just one?” The
doctor asked, knowing the medicine cocktail he received would cause multiple
wettings, but smaller in volume.
“I’m not entirely sure, I was hoping you could tell
me.” His mother said as she unbuttoned brad’s shirt.
“Most
of the time its just one wetting when the boys bladder gets full. Boys are
awful for bedwetting and accidents, I personally
believe it’s because of the link between the prostate gland and the bladder. Or
it might be because boys are just naturally naughty.” She mused with a smile as
she wiggled his pants off.
“I
think hes been trying hard not to. He hasn’t had any
day time accidents yet.” His mother said, stroking his hair to calm him. The
doctor made quick work of his shoes and swatted his hands away so she could
take down his underwear.
“Not
yet being the key word. I think he’s just regressing. Many boys do that for
attention. Or it could be an infection. I think it might be best for me to run
some tests and then keep him for a few days.”
Brad
whimpered and tried to sit up at that, starting to argue. “I don’t wanna spend summer vacation with you!” He whined.
“Brad,
watch it!” His mother said. She wasn’t pleased with how cranky he was, but
she’d expected it, and at least he wasn’t fighting.
“Lay back Brad!” The doctor said sternly. “Mia help me get him strapped down, I can see
he’ll need it as usual.” She said, putting her hands on his shoulders and
forcing him back. He started to squirm but it came slowly as though his body
were only just waking up. In no time his mother and the doctor had the plastic
straps velcroed across his chest, tummy and legs.
“Baby
calm down you always make such a fuss.” His mother
sighed, stroking his hair and cooing to him as the doctor busied herself in
some cabinets.
“Mommy
I don’t wanna stay with the doctor I wanna go home!” he said emphatically.
“I
know, I know. It’ll be okay” She soothed as the doctor returned with a catheter
in hand. Brad couldn’t help but feel a bit better. The tube looked harmless
enough, at least until she brought out the metal needle with the rounded head.
He started to squirm but the doctor just swatted his thigh.
“Don’t
be such a baby. I wont give you a shot at the moment,
this is to help find out why you’re peeing your little panties.” She said as
she moved to the end of the table. His mother started to rub his tummy and he
couldn’t help but feel a bit better.
“Okay
doctor…” He said grudgingly, looking up at her as she got her gloves on.
Naturally the first thing she went for was her trusty thermometer. It was too
thick and bulbous at the top to be an oral, and Brad whined and fidgeted in the
straps. The doctor of course had the digital brand, she’d updated some time
ago, but she’d held on to the glass rectal thermometer just for Brad, enjoying
the reaction it provoked.
Brad
squirmed uselessly but it all came to naught as the doctor let the straps off
his legs.
“Hold
them up for me, I’ll need to lubricate his bottom and hold it in for about two
minutes. Actually it might be best if I just get the stirrups.”
“I
think so, he hates holding still.” His mother said as she held her squirming
child’s ankles together.
“Oh
he’ll just have to get used to it…” The doctor said, looking pointedly at Brad
who just pouted as he watched her slide up two bars with straps attached to
them. His mother soon separated his legs and the doctor helped her strap one
after the other to the bars, forcing his legs to crook up over his stomach
slightly.
“Mommyyyy I don’t need my temperature taken just for
bedwetting!” Brad whined as he looked up at his mother. His entreaties were
universally directed to her as he knew the doctor had little sympathy, especially
as she filled something at the sink and approached.
“You’re
making entirely too much fuss little boy, but don’t worry Doctor has something
better you can do with your mouth. Mia would you just make sure he drinks this
water? We’ll need a pee sample and I never trust boys to wet on command.”
His
mother moved to the head of the table and put a sippy
cup to his lips. He fussed for a moment before starting to drink while watching
the doctor. She had the petroleum jelly out and was rubbing it between his bum
cheeks with her gloved finger. She slid her finger in just a bit and he whined
and kicked at the dull pressure as his mother made sure the sippy
cup stayed to his lips and stoked his hair to hush him up.
The
doctor soon slid the thermometer in and moved along up the table keeping a hand
down between his legs to hold the thermometer in while she came to examine the sippy cup.
“I
think that should be enough. For a bedwetting little boy that
much liquid should be enough to induce urination from his baby bladder.”
She said teasingly and added in. “Just hold the thermometer for three minutes
while I get the catheter set up.
“What’s
a catheter?” Brad asked, wiggling a bit as his mom
took charge of the thermometer.
“It’s
nothing honey just be good.” She said soothingly.
Doctor
Walsh meanwhile was changing her gloves and finding some surgical whipes and more lubricant as well as a bottle of irrigating
fluid and a t valve hooked to an empty sample bag. Brad watched her set the
items on a cart beside the table curiously as he looked up, hoping his
temperature had been taken finally. Normally he’d have been squirming just to
get up and move about, but the women’s plan for waking him up early had worked
out quite well and he was barely fidgeting.
“Okay
Brad” The doctor said as she came over and slipped the thermometer out, nodding
at the temperature. “Time for a pee sample.” She
smiled sweetly and rolled back his foreskin, starting to use the wipes all over
his penis and crotch and especially on the head of his penis. Brad simply
whined as the wipes we re a bit cold. “But I cant pee
lying down…” He protested.
“All
evidence to the contrary.” The doctor teased, tickling his stomach playfully.
She smiled as she forced a giggle from him and then poked a hole in one of the
wipes and threaded his penis through it, covering his tummy, scrotum and some
of his thighs with a damp wipe.
Brad
whined more and began to squirm, blushing a bit. His mother began to rub his
tummy again and implored him to settle down as the doctor picked up the needle
he’d seen her with when they came in. She inserted it into the jar of petroleum
jelly and then pulled back the plunger. She smiled to brad and then forced his
penis to point up towards his belly button. She pressed down vertically on the
head of his penis to spread the urethra and then slide the nozzle syringe in.
Brad felt frightened and fussed a bit, especially as she injected the
lubricant, but he soon calmed when she slid the syringe out.
“Okay
baby you’re ready for your catheter.” She said, holding up the packet
containing the impossibly long tube and hooking the irrigation fluid up to an
IV stand.
“Noooo lemme up I
wanna go home!” Brad whined crankily as his mother
soothed him as best she could.
“It’ll
be over soon don’t worry.” She promised, cooing to him
as the doctor once more held his urethra open and slipped the tube in. It felt
hot and tingly as it slid in and it hurt occasionally. He began to whine and
struggle all the more but it was of no use. It pinched him a bit as it turned a
corner inside of him and then he felt it stop firmly against something.
“Hmmm
well he has more control than I thought.” The doctor mused. “Mia can you tickle
his tummy so I can get this in?” She asked.
His
mommy obliged easily and before long he was squealing and giggling, struggling
in the straps. He barely felt the springy feeling inside him as the tube passed
through his prostate as it was weakened by the tickling. He felt his bladder
draining though, as if he were peeing without wanting
to, and he saw the bag filling up.
“My
we did have to go pee. Lucky we got you catheterized or you might have made a
mess right here.” The doctor teased. Brad just glared at her, squirming as if
he might get the tube out. The doctor continued as if she didn’t notice.
“Normally I’d inflate a tiny balloon to hold the device in, but we need his
bladder completely empty.”
She
checked the sample bag and saw that the flow had stopped. She sealed the t
valve and then sent the sample away for testing.
“Okay
Brad you can talk to me now because I need you to cooperate. I’m going to be
putting some water into your tummy and I want you to tell me when you really
need to pee okay?” She said in the soft voice she only used when she actually
needed Brad to do something, instead of just needing to do something to him.
He
nodded softly, looking down at the wipe between his legs and the plastic tube
poking out of him. The doctor wasted no time in releasing the valve and he soon
felt himself needing to pee, though of course he couldn’t. Then moments later
it became an overwhelming need and he whined to the doctor miserably to stop.
She immediately shut off the flow and smiled.
“Thank
you Brad, now let me just get something for us to put this yucky water in.” She
smiled to him as she went to search about, watching him squirm and wiggle as
she did so. She would have kept it in longer just to punish the squirmy brat,
but she needed to reduce his capacity, not increase it by training. This
measurement would serve as the first one, and there would have to be many more.
She returned with a beaker and moved a valve to empty his bladder. She stared
as it finished filling, finding the contents not quite satisfactory. He had
average holding capacity, but that could be changed through training.
“Alright
little one I guess we can keep this in for the rest of the exam. It’ll keep you
from needing to wet at least.” She grinned as she marked down her results on a
chart and proceeded to use a stethoscope and blood pressure gage on him as well
as checking his eyes and mouth and ears.
By
the time it was done he couldn’t wait to get home. There was just the one
problem.
“Okay
Mia, I think he’s all set. Why don’t you say goodbye and come back in a day or
two. I need to watch him to make sure there are no ill effects from the
catheter and measure his night time wetting.”
Brad
by now was beginning to wake up and this surely helped with that.
“No!”
He screamed, starting to kick in the straps as best he could. “I’m not stayin here Mommy take me home!” he demanded, fussing and
still trying to get away.
“The
doctor needs to watch you sweetie just be a good boy for her. I’ll be back
soon.”
Brad
opened with even more screaming as his mom left and the doctor looked down at
him.
“Are
you going to settle down or do you want to stay on the
table all day? Be good baby, and doctor Walsh will
take good care of you. I know how to keep little boys in line.”
“I wanna go home!” He screamed, kicking all the more and only
calmed by the secure embrace of the straps on him.
“Someone
needs a nap. I think I have just the thing.” She said with a little grin.
Moments
later she returned with a little pill like object and another new rubber glove.
“What’s
that?” Brad asked very fearfully, what little courage he had having left with
his mom.”
“Its nappy time medicine baby. And I can make sure you take it.” She
approached and pressed it to his bottom, watching the new round of squirming
and pleading it brought on. Even as he promised to be good she was slipping it
into his bottom and up, making sure he couldn’t push it back out. She withdrew
her finger and then looked down at her handiwork.
Brad
could only cry as he lay there and gave up struggling. The doctor even seemed
to take pity on him as she gently removed the catheter. Once he seemed tired
enough she unstrapped him.
“I wanna go…” He murmured in a soft sleepy voice.”
“I know baby… you wanna go sleepy right?” She smiled
as she rubbed over his chest and tummy to further calm him and he was asleep in
moments, allowing her to go to a cabinet and grab up a diaper.
Brad
woke hours later in a wet diaper and found himself strapped down in a crib,
though for now the strap was only over his tummy and he was free to wiggle his
legs and arms about. He started to whine for the doctor and she breezed into
the room a bit later, smiling at him.
“I
hope someone’s not cranky after his nap” she chided.
“I wanna get up!” Brad said with a pout, still sleepy from the
suppository she’d given him.
“I’ll
think about it” The doctor said, enjoying teasing him as she came over and
slipped her finger down the front of his diaper- wet as I expected. Hmmm well
that’s okay you didn’t soak the bedding at least. Come on lets get you
changed.”
She
undid the strap and then picked him up out of the crib, carrying him over to
the changing table, but he had little time to enjoy his freedom as a new
plastic strap snaked over his stomach and was buckled. He kicked and fussed a
bit at this, still quite cranky from being put to sleep earlier.
“None
of that little baby or you’ll be in diapers all day.” The doctor said with a
grin.
“No!”
Brad protested with determination born of having just woken up.
The
doctor didn’t reply and instead just picked up his legs and untaped the diaper,
doing a cursory wipe with baby wipes and then taking out the Vaseline, smiling
at his reaction to the lubricant.
“We
need to take Braddy’s little temperature now.” The
doctor said with a smile. She also wanted to put some on his penis and bottom
to help them heal from spending so long in a wet diaper. Dr. Walsh never
favored the sweet smelling baby products. Vaseline wasn’t as nice but it was
more effective.
She
slathered the goop over his bottom and then moved it to his penis, making sure
to glob some of it around under his foreskin as he watched helplessly. Once
this was done she grabbed the thermometer and slid it in without a word. Brad
kicked his legs but her grip was firm as she held them. He was wriggling in the
strap by the time she slid the thermometer out minutes later.
“Hmmm still normal. Good. Now do we need to wear a diaper or can little
baby brad keep his pee in during the day?” The doctor asked patronizingly.
“No
diapers!” Brad said, wiggling and thoroughly cranky.
“Okay you can have underpants for now until your next nap time.” The doctor
explained, grabbing some of the underwear his mom had given her and sliding
them onto his little form. She then had him put his hands over his head and
slid a tee shirt on. “There. All ready for breakfast.
“but what about my pants?” Brad whined as she loosed the
strap.
“It’ll
be easier for you to make it to the potty this way Brad. Trust me you don’t
want to have an accident in my house” The doctor said menacingly as she offered
her hand. Brad sulked a bit before taking it and was led to the kitchen on the
ground floor just behind the clinic rooms.
“Sit
down in a chair and be good.” The doctor directed,
pointing to the chair she’d picked for him so as to make sure he didn’t take
any other one. Really they were all the same, but he needed to get used to
having fewer choices as she and his mother took back control over his life.
The
doctor made up a breakfast of eggs and toast and oatmeal and they both ate,
Brad squirming about on his chair as he finally began to regain his energy. The
doctor watched him eat and smiled a bit when he finished.
“Good
boy, you can go sit on the couch and watch TV while I clean up. Don’t touch the
remote though, it’s a very expensive set up.”
The
doctor had tuned the TV to some awful political commentary program and knew he
would be unable to comply with her orders. She had planned for that. When she
came out quietly to find him with the remote in his hand she yanked it out
silently and looked down at him. Brad whimpered and fidgeted and in no time the
doctor scooped him up, one hand supporting him between the legs and the other
around his back. She had him facing her so he couldn’t see where they were
going as she plopped him into a playpen.
“You
cant follow directions so you’ll stay here for the morning.
Maybe after lunch and nap time you’ll feel better behaved.”
Brad
looked around at the plastic walls of the play pen, the bedding and baby toys.”
“Lemme out of here I didn’t mean to touch the remote!” He
pleaded, standing with his hands on the play pen walls, which reached his
chest.
“No
now hush so doctor can watch her TV.”
Brad
soon plopped down and just sat there, beginning to play with a few plastic
blocks. Before long the need to wet struck and he hopped up, trying to get the
doctor’s attention. He was rather lucky she came to him quickly, having figured
such a situation might arise.
“Come
on little one lets get you to the potty before we have an accident.” The doctor
picked him up and carried him along to the bathroom. She wanted him to wet, but
pushing too fast wouldn’t get her anywhere, and he could still probably hold
it. Holding his pee long was the last thing she wanted him to do, better to
help him get used to going as soon as he needed to. She set him down and
stripped him of his shirt and underwear without any fuss. He turned to the
toilet and then looked back to her.
“Hey
I cant go while a girl’s watching!” He whined
miserably.
“You’ve
given me urine samples enough times to know that you will, young man. Boys
shouldn’t be allowed to spend time naked and alone, they’ll end up touching
themselves!” The doctor said scornfully. One of her hands snaked behind his
knees as the other turned him around and then with a push to his tummy she had
him sit down heavily on the cold seat.
“Now
make wetties for doctor
Walsh” She said in her babying tone.
Brad
stared up at her and just squirmed miserably, hating his predicament as the
doctor looked over his small form.
“I
see you need help. It’s okay baby lots of boys cant
control when they pee.” She said with a smile. She first placed her hands
between his thighs and spread them apart and then began to massage and press
over his lower stomach, cooing to him and telling him to relax as she aimed his
penis down.
He
soon felt his muscles relax and then a spurt of pee rang into the toilet,
followed by a more sustained trickle as she continued the massage. When she was
satisfied that he was done she helped him up and had him stand still while she
dabbed at his damp penis with a bit of toilet paper, tossing it in the bowl
when she was done.
“Okay
flush for doctor” she said in the same condescending manner. He did so only
grudgingly and she soon redressed him and took him back to the living room,
holding his hand.
“Now
do you think you can behave and watch tv with me?” She
asked as she sat down on the couch. “Uh huh…” Came the
rather sullen reply. Brad hopped up onto the couch but soon found it was a bit
chilly without any pants on. He tried to pay attention to the show and watched
as the doctor slipped off and returned with two glasses, handing the one of
water to him.
“Drink
this up, it’s good for you” She said encouragingly.
“Brad
started to drink and soon showed the doctor the empty glass proudly. She patted
his head and told him he was a good boy before gesturing back to the boring
news reports.
Brad
soon felt terribly chilly and looked up at the doctor. He was also rather needy
after such a hard day without his mother and he found himself climbing into the
doctor’s lap. Doctor Walsh couldn’t help but smile while he couldn’t see and
ruffle his hair a bit, setting an arm around his waist. She was even pleased
enough to change the channel to something he’d enjoy. They watched tv for a few hours until she announced that it was lunch
time and set him down, slipping off to make his lunch.
She
peeked in on him occasionally from the kitchen and as soon as she saw the
tightening of his legs she took him to the bathroom once more. This time things
went much more smoothly and once she had cleaned him up she led him into the
kitchen and sat him down to lunch.
The
lunch was typical fair, pbj, chips, some fruit salad
and so forth. And of course a glass of lightly medicated
milk. She didn’t want him too groggy and cranky all day, but she didn’t
want a lot of trouble getting him down for his nap either,
and she surely wanted to find a wet diaper when he woke up.
“Thanks
Dr. Walsh” He said softly, seeming more amiable after cuddling with her during
TV time .She knew that was about to change with his first real diapering.
“No
problem Braddy, but I think it’s your nap time now.
Can you be good and get undressed for me?” She asked coaxing him.
“Nap time!?” He whined miserably and pouted. “No I just woke up a while ago.”
“Brad
that was hours ago, come on.” The doctor soon had picked him up and was
carrying him back to the nursery. It wasn’t long before he found himself
strapped down on the changing table where he’d begun his day. He started to
kick and struggle but by now the medicine was having its effects and he was
weakening as he grew tired. The doctor stood aside and just watched as he tired
himself out further.
“All
done fussing now baby?” She asked as she came towards him, having used the time
he spent struggling to get her supplies ready.
“Noooo I don’t want a diaper!” He complained as she
approached with the bulky white thing. Brad was tired and exhausted now but he
managed a good fight as she picked his underwear off and got his legs up.
“That’s
it!” The doctor cried in exasperation. She slapped his bottom hard and then
glared at him. “I’ll have a special punishment for you when you wake up but for
now you will get this diaper on and take your nap. Do I make myself clear
little boy?”
Brad
whimpered and nodded very softly, cooled by her angry voice. She soon put a new
coat of vaseline on his
penis and bottom and then proceeded to fold the diaper up between his legs. She
looked down to find him yawning and patted his diapered tummy as she plotted
what to do with him when he awoke. She soon settled him down in the crib and
secured the strap over his stomach, before heading down to write down some
notes on his bladder capacity and the general course of the treatment.
The
doctor was nowhere in sight when Brad awoke, predictably in the now-familiar
wet diaper. He looked around and tugged at the strap over his stomach,
fidgeting in the cold clammy diaper.
“Doctor?” He called out timidly. It didn’t take long for his cries to grow
louder. Of course Dr. Walsh hadn’t been too far away but she waited until he
sounded suitably desperate. She needed to start to foster more of a dependent
feeling in him and break him of his more independent and stubborn boyish ways,
or at least the ones that were more easily shed.
“It’s okay baby I’m here” She said with a smile, coming over
to look down at him.
“Let
me up I want out.:” He whined in his most demanding
tone.
“In
a bit, let’s check that diaper for now.” She said,
turning her attention down between is legs. Her finger slid into the waist band
of his diaper and she wiggled it around a bit before announcing that he was
wet.
“Ooooh no wonder you want up. You’re all wet.” She said
teasingly. Brad hushed a bit and she soon unstrapped
him and carried him over to the changing table. This time she didn’t restrain
him as she didn’t expect a struggle.
“Legs
up” She said curly. He didn’t need much prompting to roll his legs up for her
and she soon had the diaper slid out from under him. She dabbed him off with
baby wipes and then got on a new pair of underwear and a tee shirt.
“There,
all set. Are you going to be good if I let you up? Remember, you’re already in
trouble for putting up such a fuss about your diapers. I don’t know why you do it, your mommy diapers you at home.”
Brad
nodded and blushed at this revelation. He didn’t need the doctor knowing that
he wore diapers to bed at home.
“Its
different if its your mommy” He tried to explain.
“Oh
don’t worry, little boys get their diapers changed by lots of different women
and they don’t mind.” The doctor said.
“Im a big boy!” Brad protested stubbornly
as the doctor set him down on the floor after releasing him.
“We’ll
see.” She said with a sly grin. She then swatted his bottom and sent him along
to watch cartoons and play, admonishing him to tell her to go pee as soon as he
needed to to avoid accidents.
Each
time she saw him scamper along to the bathroom she marked it down, and she
insisted that he let her check his bottom after his bowel movements so she
could mark when he had one of those. Plus she had to do a bit of wiping anyhow,
usually occuring on the changing table. She needed to
get him used to lying there and sitting still.
Dinner
time soon arrived and this time there were no medicines hidden in the drinks.
Dr. Walsh had a different plan for him and as soon as he was done dinner she
left him to watch tv alone
while she readied things in the nursery. A good while passed before she called
out.
“Brad
come up here now.”
Brad
gulped at the ominous tones and dragged his feet on the way into the nursery.
He was greeted by two bags like the one he’d had for his catheter but larger
hanging over the changing table. He was just about to ask what was going on
when the doctor grabbed his wrist and tugged him over.
“You
didn’t think I forgot your punishment did you?” She asked, looking down as his
face blanched and he began to squirm.
“Oh
none of that it wont be so bad. I need you naked now
and if you undress for me like a good little baby this will go easier.”
“But…”
“Brad…”
He
looked up at her and noted her impatient tone. In a moment she had him naked
and very fidgety as she helped him onto the changing table for his enemas. She
had prepared a soapy water enema as well as an enema containing all the night’s
medicines. She figured after this and a bath and a diapering he’d fall right to
sleep even without the sedative, but she’d included that so he’d stay asleep
and not wake up to go to the bathroom.
“What’s
going to happen?” Brad asked, his voice quavering.
“It’s
some special medicine for your bedwetting. It goes in your bottom.” The doctor
explained as she pressed a hand to his chest to make him lay down and then
fastened the strap.
“You
mean like the thermometer?” He asked, trying to make sense of it all.
“Oh
good heavens I nearly forgot that!” The doctor said, patting his head as she
went to get the thermometer. Brad began to whine and squirm, wishing he’d been
quiet and soon finding the thermometer sticking out of him while the doctor
spread the vaseline on a red
nozzle.
The
doctor watched him squirm and fuss as he lay with the thermometer in him for
what seemed like an eternity. She soon took to gently patting over his crotch
to calm him with some effect. She soon took pity on him and slid the
thermometer out, taking the reading down onto her chart and then moving to the
head of the changing table.
“Okay
Brad I’ll be sliding something like the thermometer into your bottom now but
bigger, okay?”
Brad
looked up at her and whimpered, wiggling his legs together and being difficult.
The doctor looked down disapprovingly and thought of a muscle relaxant before
deciding he the enema would be bad enough and she could get the same results
more simply. She began to tickle his stomach and kept at it even after he’d
begun to kick and laugh quite hard. Once he stopped to catch his breath she
grabbed up his legs and held them up, pressing the nozzle to his well
lubricated bottom.
“There
we are, now relax for Dr. Walsh.” She said coaxingly as she began to press it
in.
Brad
tried to push out, which had the opposite effect that he desired. It first
cleared his anus and then moved passed the muscles, making him feel as though
he were having a bowel movement, but somehow in reverse. The doctor pressed the
nozzle in a bit more and then began to squeeze a little bulb. Brad felt
something pressing inside of him and whined, starting to kick and fuss. Dr.
Walsh began to regret skipping the muscle relaxant.
“Stop
that Brad!” She said, swatting his thigh .This drew a yelp and he looked up at
her.
“Okay
listen. I’m going to let you push out the tube if you
can okay?” The doctor said to calm him. She figured she’d inflated the ring
balloon on the nozzle enough but had to test it.
Brad
nodded a bit and began to grunt and push only to find that nothing happened.
The doctor tweaked the bulb once more and then smiled contentedly.
“Well
since you can’t, I’ll just have to continue the first part of your punishment.
This tube will put some water into your bottom to clean you out. It’ll make you
feel very full but thanks to the nozzle you wont be
able to go poop until I say so.
“No
don’t I don’t wanna!” Brad whined, squirming a bit.
The doctor let him. She knew he couldn’t dislodge the nozzle now and she moved
to the bag and opened the valve. She smiled a bit as she saw his face when the
enema began to flow in and noticed the twitch in his penis.
“Hmmm
I think Braddy likes it” She teased. “How does it
feel?” She asked as she stood over him, watching his stomach and penis.”
“It
feels weird doctor” Brad complained as he heard a gurgle from his tummy.
“I
know baby but this is just the start. You have a lot more to go, and then when
that’s over another enema and then bath time.” She said with a sweet smile.
Brad looked up at her and simply burst into tears.
Dr.
Walsh was used to his crying over shots and such and just continued to work.
She soon noticed his stomach swelling and the tone of his cries growing more
frightened. She rubbed his stomach lightly to help ease the cramps and hush
him. He soon calmed enough to begin to beg franticly for her to stop and let him
go to the toilet.
“No
baby you earned your punishment and you’ll have to take it like a good boy. Do
you just have to go number two?” The doctor asked, a hand roaming above his
pubic bone to try to feel if his bladder was full.
“No
both” Brad whined as the last of the enema flowed in.
“Ah
okay I can let you go to the bathroom then.” The doctor said with a smile. She
grabbed a very thick diaper from under the table and gently elevated his
bottom. She slid it under him and then maneuvered the tube over to the side so
she could fit the diaper on between his legs to cover his penis.
“There
we go you can go peepee now:” She said, watching his
face.
“No
I’m not using a diaper!” He shouted back.
“Oh
you do it at night all the time baby its not so bad.
Besides you’ll be holding the enema another several minutes and I have to cover
you up so I don’t have a mess.” She explained. Brad simply whined. The doctor
didn’t want him holding his pee too long so she endeavored to help him and see
just how far the medicines were helping. She didn’t expect his bladder to
shrink much in one day, especially without a more intensive medication regimen,
but she was curious never the less.
“Here
baby this will help make it feel better.” She said soothingly as she spread his
legs apart to help weaken his bladder control.
Brad
stared down at her and struggled as best he could, but the combination of the
strap and the spreading of his legs made it difficult for him to keep from
wetting even as stubborn as he was. He soon felt that burning urge and began to
trickle just a bit.
“Hmmm
okay well it’s been long enough for your first enema, lets
see…” The doctor laid the diaper down and prepared a bed pan. She took note of
the small yellow stain in front with a little smile and then told Brad to
clench his buttocks while she removed the tube. She deflated the balloon and
then pulled out the nozzle.
Immediately
dirty brown water squirted out and she pressed the diaper to his anus to hold
him over until he got control. Brad scrunched his face as he felt the damp
dirty diaper against him and the doctor chuckled. He’d soon have time to get
used to being messy. She asked him if he could hold it now and he nodded with a
tiny whimper, begging her to let him go potty. She deftly switched bedpan for
diaper and then began to massage his tummy. She smiled as the enema flowed out
but admonished him to try not to wet.
Brad
blanched as the mess squirted out of him and whined softly, but as the water
left his bowels the pressure on his bladder decreased until he barely felt the
need to wet anymore. The doctor saw him calm down and noticed he was only
squirting occasionally now, and so she switched the slightly damp and messy
diaper under him again, drawing a protest as his bottom touched the messy fabric.
“Now
baby calm down it’ll be over soon and then its bath and bed time.” She chided
as she prepared a strange looking bulb and tube.
“No
more doctor I’ll be good” He begged, wiggling and then blushing as another
small squirt of the enema found its way out of him onto the diaper. He’d
thought it was just a fart until it came out.
“I
see that. Messing all over my changing table! Well here’s the next part of your
punishment, medicine to help you behave and stop wetting the bed. Normally I
could give it to you orally but I think you deserve this.”
The
doctor smiled down at him as he began to squirm and she first mixed the
diuretic into some water. She depressed the bulb and then set the tube of the
bulb syringe into the mixture. It sucked about half of it up. She ran a finger
over his damp bottom to make sure he was still slick and then slid the syringe
in. Brad whined a bit as she squirted the medicine into him and his penis
twitched as usual, soon growing firm and pressing against his tummy.
He
whined all the more this time as the bulb syringe was repeatedly removed and
reinserted, each time with a load of medicine. It wasn’t very much though since
this was a medication enema and not a cleansing one, and Brad scarcely felt the
need to poop now. Never the less the doctor didn’t trust him not to try to
expel it.
“Okay
baby lets lay here and let you settle for a bit okay?” The doctor said.
“I wanna get up…” He whined.
“Always complaining. You look like you need a pacifier but I have
something that will work just as well for now.”
He
looked up at her and then watched her leave the room. Brad lay there naked and
damp on the changing table atop the diaper, wishing he’d never started having
his accidents. It seemed like forever until the doctor came back with a sippy cup of milk.
“Here little one. Drink this up and when you’re all done we can get
you into a bath.” The doctor let him hold it and Brad, after frowning at the
infantile cup, began to drink. The doctor simply watched and massaged his
tummy. She was using a left to right motion to help force the medicien further up into him and reduce the likelyhood it would be expelled before enough was absorbed
to do the trick.
Brad
soon held up the cup for inspection. “All done!” He
announced, glad to be free. The doctor patted him on the head and unstrapped him.
“Good
boy, lets get you to your bath, I got it filled while I was getting your
drink.”
The
doctor smiled down at him and wiped at his bottom and penis with the diaper
before leading him to the bathroom. She noticed how he dragged his feet and
chuckled.
“Little
boys hate baths don’t they.” She half asked, half stated.
“Uh
huh…” He said with a pout.
“That’s
why they need their mommys to look after them. How
else would they keep clean?”
“I dunno… I miss my mommy…” Brad said with a sniffle. The
doctor smiled down at him and picked him up into a big hug. Brad seemed
happier, but only until she plopped him into the bath and began to clean him.
“It’s okay baby you can see her tomorrow. If
things go well with your therapy maybe a bit early.” Brad smiled and
began to cooperate so she could wash him up.
She
made quite a production of his bottom and drawing back his foreskin, saying
he’d been in a wet diaper so long last night she needed to be sure all the pee was
gone. Brad just blushed at this latest reminder of his incontinence. When she
was done she left him to play, telling him not to get out of the bath. She knew
he’d had to wet earlier and wanted to see if he would go in the tub.
Brad
was quite content to splash and play, using a conditioner bottle as a little
submarine. When he felt the need to pee he looked across the cold tiles at the
toilet and felt the warm water relaxing him. It wasn’t hard to add a bit more
water.
When
the Doctor came back a bit later she asked if he needed to use the potty before
bed and when he shook his head she smiled down at him and took him out of the
bath. She patted him dry and wrapped the towel around him, carrying him to the
changing table.
“Is
little Braddy going to give me a fight tonight about
his diapey?” She asked in a sing song voice. She
smiled as he shook his head and this time used a bit of baby oil along with the
vaseline as a bit of a
treat. She had him diapered and ready for bed just as the medicines began to take
hold. She knew he’d wet heavily tonight due to the enema, and he might even
expel a bit of it without knowing it. Things were going very well as she put
him down to sleep and turned out the light.
While
Brad fell asleep quickly the doctor was continuing with her charts. She chalked
up one day time wetting and one dribbling, and also noted he was likely to
flood the diaper tonight. She decided to send him home early tomorrow and get
together some new medication for the next phase. All in all he was progressing
well, and she had to admit that spending a more extended period of time with
the boy had given her a bit of a soft spot. Dr. Walsh went to bed quite happy
to be helping her charge behave better, and glad that she hadn’t had to punish
him too much during his stay.
Brad
woke up with the bulky damp diaper squishing between is legs and sat up. He was
glad the doctor hadn't strapped him down last night. He soon decided to lay back down though, still feeling weak and sleepy from the
after effects of his medicine. He settled in the crib and then looked down to
the bulky white thing between his legs. It felt different today, a bit more wet
in the back. He sat up once more and poked at it, feeling the warm squish
against his crotch. It wasn’t so bad really. He looked up to see the doctor
with a maternal smile on her face.
“Don’t
touch your diaper, baby.” She scolded gently as she went to pick him up.
“It
feels funny.” Brad said sleepily, realizing he was a bit itchy.
“I
know little one, that’s probably from when you expelled a little of the enema
in your sleep, you might have a mild diaper rash.” She explained as she carried
him over to the changing table.
“I
didn’t feel it…” Brad said, looking down as though he were a bit guilty.
“It’s
okay, boys don’t have as much control down there as girls, and of course you
wouldn’t feel it while you were asleep.” She soothed as she laid him down and
fastened the strap over his tummy. Brad simply watched as she undid the tapes
on his diaper and laid it down to examine his bottom and penis. She put on a
pair of rubber gloves and fetched the now familiar thermometer and vaseline.
“Yep
you’ve got a diaper rash, let me wipe you up and we’ll get your temperature
taken.”
“Noooo…” Brad protested, squirming in the strap which only
succeeded in wiggling his butt in the wet diaper.
“Okay
then, we can do it different.” The doctor said. She dabbed some vaseline on the thermometer and
then slid it into his damp and somewhat dirty bottom. He wasn’t very messy, it had mostly just been the dirty enema water. He’d
have been easy to clean up. “Since you’re cranky you can have your temperature
taken now.” She said, watching his face as the thermometer slid in. “And I’ll
clean you up when that’s done.”
Brad
began to fuss and the doctor went about getting some baby wipes and setting out
his clothes for the day, watching her charge wiggle and seeing the thermometer
jiggle with each movement. He did look cute sitting atop the lightly stained
diaper. Brad wasn’t enjoying it as much, the air had made the diaper cold and
wet and he couldn’t wait to have it off.
“Is
it done yet?” He asked hopefully as he settled down.
“Give
it a bit longer baby. You should be getting used to a wet diaper by now.” The
doctor teased. Brad hushed up at this. He was fairly used to it,
even so much that the stale pee smell mingling with the sweet baby scent of the
diapers didn’t bother him anymore.
“Hmmm
okay that’s about right.” The doctor said with a smile as she slid the
temperature out. She let Brad squirm a bit longer while she marked down the
temperature. He didn’t need to be told his temperature anymore, babies didn’t
worry about such things, she decided.
“Okay
now lets clean up that smelly bottom.” She said in her
babying tone as she used the front of the diaper to wipe down his penis and
swipe between his legs and over his bottom. Front to back was
always her rule to keep any mess away from the urethra and prevent a urinary
tract infection. He was already in danger of one from the catheter but she
figured with the diuretics to make him wet frequently it would push most
problems right out.
Brad
wrinkled his nose as he saw the yellowish brown stains in the middle of the
diaper and blushed a bit as the doctor tossed it in her diaper genie. She next
swabbed him thoroughly with baby wipes. She still used the heavily scented kind
with alcohol and Brad whined as they stung between his legs.
“I
know baby. You have a little bit of a diaper rash between your little baby
balls and your bum cheeks.” She explained, pinching his little thighs and
drawing more squirming from him. She dabbed a generous amount of vaseline all over the area and
then pulled his underwear on, followed by the release of the strap and a tee
shirt.
“Does
baby need to go to the bathroom before breakfast?” She asked, running a hand
over his tummy. Brad nodded and held up his arms so she could take him down
from the table which she promptly did.
She
walked Brad to the bathroom and even lifted him onto the toilet, starting to
wiggle his underwear down for him.
“Doctooooor!” He whined, looking up at
her. “I can go on my own and boys pee standing up!” He said fussily.
“Boys
go peepee sitting down here.” The doctor said
forcefully, spreading his legs apart and starting to rub his lower stomach
above his bladder.
“NO!”
He said, cranky from having to lay on a wet diaper and the temperature taking.
“Yes.”
The doctor said more softly but resolutely. “Stay there and if you don’t pee by
the time I’m back you’re in trouble.
Brad
watched her grabbing something from the sink and fumed. No way was he peeing
like a girl just cuz she told him to. He squished his
thighs back together and watched her approach.
“Stand
up.” She ordered. He did so easily, thinking she was going to let him pee like
a big boy.
“Hmmm
nothing yet… Okay. “She forced him to sit back down and then forced his legs
apart again, continuing to massage his tummy and increasing his need to wet.
“Doctor
stop I wanna pee like a big
boy” He pleaded, squirming as best as he could. The doctor felt him straining
to hold his legs together against her.
“Baby
relax and be a good boy, I’ll help you go peepee.”
She said soothingly, rubbing his tummy still. She noticed a dribble of pee and
then picked up the small cup of warm water she’d prepared. She dribbled this
over his stomach as she massaged over his bladder. The warm water gave him the
feeling of being already wet and helped to relax him, as well as making the
splashing sound that helped to focus his mind on wetting.
The
doctor’s efforts soon paid off and the water was joined with his pee. She aimed
his penis down into the toilet and looked to him smugly.
“All done Braddy?” She asked after he had
stopped and squirted the last drops. Brad could only nod. She brought him right
back to the changing table and wiped off his penis with a baby wipe, once more
pulling back the foreskin. She redressed him and let him walk to the kitchen
with her.
“That
was very naughty to put up such a fuss. I’ll punish you later but for now its
breakfast time.” She sat him down and gave him his breakfast. She paused with
his drink and added a bit of the diuretic to it. She’d already decided what his
punishment would be. Brad looked up as she finally brought the juice over and
sipped it readily. The taste was well masked by the tangy orange juice and he
didn’t know why the doctor smiled so confidently as he
drank. When he’d finished the doctor let him go and watch tv. She noted that he went to the bathroom three more
times In the next three hours, which wasn’t too bad.
He’d even had a bowel movement which she hadn't expected after the enema.
“Okay
baby enough TV its nap time now lets get you in your diaper.” She picked him up
with a hand supporting him under his bottom and he whined a bit.
“Hush
unless you want your punishment to be worse.” The doctor chided.
Brad
was laid down on the changing table once more and this time the doctor decided
to let him go without the restraint as she stripped off his shirt and
underwear. She held up his legs and prodded at the rashy
red area between, deciding he’d be alright for an hour or so for his nap and
fitting the diaper onto him, doing up the tapes before moving to pick him up
again. He rolled to the side.
“No
I don’t want nap time!” Brad protested, starting to blurt out more. “And I don’t
want a diaper and I wanna pee on my own!” He was soon
screaming and kicking and crying.
The
doctor normally would have given him a sedative suppository and then thought up
some particularly cruel punishment, but she decided that he was just cranky from
the diaper rash and all the new changes, so she took pity on him this once. She
gathered him up with his back to her and went to sit down in a rocking chair.
The doctor deftly took both his wrists in one hand and then spread her legs.
Once his flailing legs were between hers she wrapped them around. Her other
hand went to his head to immobilize him completely as her elbow pressed against
his stomach.
His
struggles soon ceased entirely as he realized he couldn’t move at all and his
tantrum turned to tears. Once his will to fight was broken the doctor began to rock and stroke him and he was soon fast
asleep. She smiled at how cute he looked with his red cheeks and diaper as she
set him down in the crib, this time strapping him down.