Not Quite an Accident
Chapter 2
Brad
awoke dry for the first time in quite a while, though he needed to pee rather
badly.
“Doctor
Walsh!” He cried out pleadingly as he tugged at the strap over his stomach,
trying to get out of the medical crib. The rails were stainless steel, not made
of wood and cheery like a regular baby crib.
The
doctor soon strode into the room, smiling down at her charge.
“Why
all the fuss baby? Did you enjoy your nappy? Your
mommy will be here this evening.” She said in her sweetest voice as she came
over to the crib and let down the side.
“Lemme up!” Brad whined miserably.
“Oh
someone’s cranky after their nap. Remember lil boy
you already have a punishment coming for putting up a fuss about the potty
earlier. Now if you can sit still lets check that
diaper of yours.”
She
smiled and folded up his shirt over his chest. Brad decided it was best to
settle down and get the humiliating diaper check over with. The doctor crooked
a finger and slid it in under the tight waist band, wiggling it around on the
smooth skin where his tummy met his penis. She felt no wetness and pinched the
diaper just to be sure.
“Hmmm
you’re all dry. Let me note this down.” She said, heading off to get her clip
board with a frown, her manner becoming much more clinical.
“But
Doctor I gotta pee!” Brad whined miserably.
“I’ll
only be a moment. I’m not throwing away a perfectly good disposable so you may
as well wet in that.” The doctor said coldly as she picked up her chart.
“No!”
Came the predictable reply from Brad.
“Baby
if you don’t hush up I’ll make sure you wet. If you want to cry like a baby
you’ll use your diaper like one.” The doctor said calmly as she wrote on the
chart.
Brad
continued to whine as she marked down that more medication was needed before
his nap time. Although this would increase the possibility of day time wetting,
that was acceptable at this stage.
Meanwhile
Brad squeezed his legs together as much as the diaper would allow, putting them
in a diamond shape. He looked up and stopped his fussing as the doctor stroked
his hair.
“Can
I get up now?” He asked more softly.
“I
told you baby, I’m not throwing away a perfectly good diaper. Wet yourself like
a good boy now.” The doctor ordered. Brad scrunched up his face defiantly.
The
doctor didn’t appear bothered and wiggled the waistband of his diaper down. She
next grabbed one of his ankles and secured it to the side of the crib, forcing
the knee to bend. The other leg received the same treatment as Brad began to
scream and fuss and his legs were soon spread wide apart. The doctor now put
four fingers down the front of his diaper but was disappointed not even to feel
a dribble.
“Brad.
I’m going to have to induce urination now.” She stated in a matter of fact
fashion. She tapped her fingers along his lower stomach until she found the
bone in the center. Just above this, she knew, was the bladder. She put the
heel of her hand over his navel and with her fingers began to rub rhythmically
up and down massaging deep into the tissue to put pressure on the bladder.
Brad
tried to tug her hand away but she slapped his hands back with her free hand.
With each time she pressed he felt the pressure growing and his muscles
relaxing until finally he let go into the diaper. She continued the massage until
she was content that he had soaked the diaper, watching her charge cry
miserably at his helplessness.
She
soon unstrapped him and helped him down from the
crib, letting him cry until he finally settled down and sniffled out a request
to be changed.
“You
were a bad boy, so you can wait to be changed until after lunch. Your mommy
will be here and she can help.” Brad pouted at this pronouncement but he knew
better than to argue anymore.
“Okay
doctor…” He said very softly. She took his hand and let him to the kitchen
sitting him down in the chair she’d selected for him and set with a pbj sandwich and some milk and chips.
Brad
pouted as his diaper squished and he ate and drank heartily to get the meal
over with. The doctor soon poured a second glass of milk. Brad could scarcely
finish half of it and asked to be excused.
“You
need to finish your milk so you’ll be a big boy one day. No getting up until you’re done.” The doctor said firmly.
“But
I am a big boy and I…”
“I
know you wanna get up” The doctor said in a mocking
tone. Finish your milk now or things will get worse.” The doctor threatened.
Brad
soon settled and tried to stop fidgeting as he sipped at his milk, feeling the
cold liquid trickle down to his tummy. It seemed like forever before he finished
it and showed the doctor the empty sippy cup.
“Good
boy!” She poured as she picked him up. “Would baby like changed now?”
Brad
nodded eagerly and she smiled. She held him on her hip and started slowly for
the nursery, bouncing him a bit to rub the wet diaper around and prolong his
punishment. She was just laying him on the changing table, causing the wet
diaper to squish between his legs again, when the doorbell rang.
“Oh
that’ll be your mommy. Come on lets go see her!” The doctor said
enthusiastically, setting him down on the floor. Brad didn’t need any prompting
and scampered at top speed to go open the front door. The doctor covered a
laugh as she watched the soggy diaper bob along as his bottom wiggled, his bare
legs spread slightly by it.
Brad
flung open the door and hopped into his mother’s arms. Mia smiled and gathered
him up, holding him with one hand under his bottom and chuckling as she felt
the dampness. She called out to the Doctor who was just exiting the nursery.
“He’s
all wet. Guess you just got him up from his nap?”
“Oh
no he’s just finished lunch. I kept him in the wet diaper as a punishment for
fussing with me.” The doctor explained, drawing a cringe from Brad. He just
clung to his mommy and kept quiet, hoping the doctor wouldn’t continue.
“Ah
I hope he wasn’t too naughty. He must just be cranky about making wettums in his lil didey during his nappy.” She said in her most babying voice
as she looked down to the boy in her arms. Brad’s cheeks turned pink and he hid
his face in her shirt as he whined softly.
“Oh
no, I had him wet his diaper after he woke up. He was being fussy like a
toddler so I figured he should feel like one. I was just about to change him
into some undies when you came, but maybe it would be
better to keep him in a diaper if he’s going to have a long car ride home.” The
doctor suggested, with a malicious smile. Brad whined and clung to his mother
all the more tightly. “No mommy don’t make me wear
diapers I just wanna go home!” He pleaded, looking up
at her.
“I
think he can make it… But we should probably change him before he gets rashy and ends up crankier.” His mother said with a laugh.
“Oh
he can wait a while, I can get you some coffee or
something.” The doctor ordered, enjoying keeping the boy uncomfortable. He’d
need to get used to a wet diaper soon enough.
“I
can get it.’ His mother said. She didn’t want to rush his therapy too much and
she patted his diapered bottom to soothe him.
“Alright
you go ahead and grab some coffee I think I can handle the lil
one a while longer.” The doctor said as she walked over. It took some doing to
pry Brad off of his mother and he began to cry and fuss in the doctor’s arms.
She was used to holding him still as he cried and she soon had him in the
nursery with the door closed while his mother was making some drinks for the
grown ups.
The
doctor took off his shirt and then strapped him down on the changing table,
undoing the tapes and then slipping off the wet diaper.
“Does
Braddy want a diaper for the ride home?” She asked
teasingly, predictably drawing more crying. She went to get a fresh diaper and
displayed it for him, watching the display of kicking and fussing this
elicited.
“Oh
alright you can have your undies. Later I’ll get mom
a waterproof car seat for you so it wont matter. If
you wet a little like you did earlier.”
Brad
calmed considerably at this and allowed her to redress him, this time adding
pants. He was soon being led out to the living room. He looked hopefully to the
kitchen door only to find the doctor’s hands slip under his arm pits and lift
him, settling him in the play pen.
“You
stay here baby. Doctor Walsh needs to talk to your mommy.”
This
drew the biggest round of tantrums yet and the doctor left him laying in the play pen, pounding the padded bottom and
screaming for his mommy.
The
doctor slipped into the kitchen with her chart and sat down to discuss Brad’s
progress with his mother, and to suggest the treatment plan and medications
he’d need.
“He’s
not doing too bad. He’s stubborn, but that goes with
being a boy I suppose.” The doctor explained.
“Did
you really manage to get him to wet during the day?” His mother asked, ignoring her son’s cries as they grew softer, more tired.
“Oh
it took some doing believe me. But that was just for a punishment, we’re no
where near the stage where he’ll be needing to wet
regularly. For now just get him home and keep him on the medications, I’ve
increased the dosage for nap time. I think we can lay off the sedatives for bed
time because he always seems too fussy in the mornings.”
“I
noticed that too.” His mother added. “But what if he starts getting up to use
the bathroom?”
“If
he has too many dry nights, maybe two in a row, call me and we can deal with
it. But for now we need to focus on helping him to have a day time accident
without being forced. I want him to wet at least once during the day by mid
week. If no bring him in and I’ll have a look at him. If he does cooperate
though we’ll follow the plan and meet up in a week or so to check up on him. I
think he’s settled enough for the ride home now. I’ll see you soon Mia. Take
care of the little brat.” The doctor said with a grin.
“Oh
I will, don’t worry.” Mia promised. She took the papers and bags of medicine
the doctor had offered and then headed out to claim her son.
Brad
stood bolt upright when he saw her and began trying to climb out of the play
pen. He was half way to doing so when his mother picked him up to get him the
rest of the way out.
“We’re
all done baby. The doctor thinks you’ll be just fine. Why don’t you go say bye bye?” She asked.
“No!”
Came the rather final response.
Mia
rolled her eyes at her child’s defiance and called out a goodbye for both of
them before leading the boy out to the car. She didn’t bother asking if he
needed to wet, it would be easier for him to forget that way.
“I
missed you Mommy…” Brad said softly as he hugged her before hopping in the car.
She fastened his seat belt and they were off. Mia decided to carefully gauge
how badly he needed to pee, and decide how long it would take them to get home
based on this. She wanted to get him ahead of schedule to show the doctor what
a good mommy she was to her baby boy.
She
drove slowly and took the scenic route, soon noticing that Brad was squirming
and squeezing his legs together, the two cups of milk
having gone right through him.
“Want
to go out for lunch baby?” She asked, turning down a random
road that lead to a McDonalds, maybe.
“I kinda gotta pee if we stop somewhere…” Brad said softly,
fidgeting in his seat.
“Oh
well lets just head right home then.” Mia said with a smile. “I’ll look for a
place to turn around.”
Mia
continued to use the worst directions imaginable for ten more minutes, smiling
as she say Brad’s desperation and his little face scrunching up.
“It’s going to be a while kiddo, traffic is awful.” She said in mock
exasperation.
“Mommy
can’t we stop somewhere I gotta peeeee!” He whined
loudly.
“This
is the highway Brad, there isn’t anywhere to pee. Just relax and try not to
think about it. Was the doctor nice?” She asked as if she didn’t already know.
“No!”
Brad said loudly again.
“Baby
use your indoor voice okay?” She requested sweetly as
she turned off onto another street that led vaguely towards their house.
“Mommy
I really gotta go pleeeeease!” He pleaded, the
attempt at conversation not having helped at all. Brad wished he’d thought to
pee before leaving, but he’d just wanted to go home so bad.
“Are
you going to wet yourself like you do at night?” She
asked teasingly.
“No!”
Brad whined.
“Awwww baby needs to wet his panties.” She said playfully
and moved to tickle his stomach. That was all it took and she soon had a crying
child and a soaked seat. She pullerd off to the road
while he was still wetting and got a towel she’d conveniently set in back under
him before taking the direct route home.
“I
am very disappointed in you Brad. We’re going to have to have a talk once we
get home." She chided as they pulled into the driveway.
“Mommy
I couldn’t help it.” Brad tried to explain as he squirmed in his wet undies.
“I
know, maybe you’re still sick, but I cant have you
wetting during the day like at night. Come on, I’ll get you inside.” She went
around to his side and opened the door, offering her hand. Brad took it and she
clasped his firmly. Brad was hell bent on getting in before anyone could see.
Mia knew he needed to get used to such embarassment,
but she couldn’t bring herself to slow him down and she released his hand,
letting him get inside.
“Sit
down on the kitchen floor Brad, mommy will change you
in a bit.” She commanded. As sad a state as he was in, Brad thought it best to
listen, after all if he didn’t she might send him back to the doctor! Brad
settled his wet butt in the corner in the kitchen, watching his mother come to
sit down in a chair facing him and looking down at his wet state.
“Brad,
you already had one accident today at the doctor’s. I think you’re getting
worse.” His mother scolded softly, trying to find a way to make this new
humiliating announcement to him.
“She
made me it wasn’t my fault!” Brad whined, fussing and kicking his feet.
“It
was a punishment, so it was your fault for being bad… Do you want mommy to have
to put you back in diapers?”
“NO!”
Brad shouted, getting even crankier. “I wanna get
changed and dry.” He added, as if he figured she would instantly do so.
“Soon
baby… But sit still for a second. The doctor told me she started supervising
your potty trips. Would you like mommy to do that to make sure you get to go peepee on time?” She asked condescendingly. She was un-surprised
when this was met with a pout.
“It
wont be that bad, and it’ll only last a few weeks
until you’re all better. I promise.” She said truthfully, though Brad could see
a curious gleam in her maternal gaze. “Come on mommy will get you changed and
then we can have some ice cream okay?”
Brad
smiled a tiny bit and nodded, offering his mother his little hand. She led him
to his room where she’d placed a new changing mat she’d bought on his bed to
introduce him to it. She hadn't expected it to be necessary so soon.
“I
got this so it’ll be less mess when changing time comes. Lay down with your
bottom on the mat okay?” She requested, knowing he would do as told. The doctor’s
approach worked, but with far more kicking and screaming.
Mia
wasted no time stripping her child and getting him settled into a new pair of undies, shirt and sweatpants. She’d used a good many baby
wipes to clean him up, but she liked the scent and didn’t want to try to get
her cranky son into a bath.
The
ice cream was had and time passed until Brad felt the need to both wet and
mess. He started for the bathroom but his mother was quicker and grabbed his
wrist.
“Where
were you going Brad?” She asked pointedly.
“The bathroom…” He answered, having somehow hoped she’d simply forget.
“You
need to ask mommy to take you from now on.”
“Okay…”
He answered resignedly, looking up at her.
“What
do you say?” She prompted him.
She
was pleased to hear a much tinier, more babyish voice exude from him as he
asked. “Mommy can you take me to the bathroom?”
“Of course honeybunch.” She replied readily. She led him by the hand and
soon had his undies around his ankles, sitting him
down.
“Number
one or number two?” She asked.
“Both.”
Brad groaned as he felt her eyes roaming over him.
“Okay
go ahead baby.” She said, starting to stroke his hair and rub his stomach to
calm him. He looked about for a moment before finally letting loose. His mother
clapped once he was done and then had him stand up. She retracted his foreskin
and wiped up his penis and even under his scrotum before putting the toilet lid
down and having him lay down. Brad shivered at the cold and whined all the more
when his mother wiped his bottom for him, poking at his little hole a bit to
make sure she got every nook and cranny.
Brad
was thoroughly embarrassed by the time she redressed him, but he soon began to
get used to having his potty matters controlled by his mother once again.
While
she was doing well in this regard, Mia seemed to be having trouble with the
night time training. Thanks to the lower doses of sedative Brad was waking up,
sometimes damp and sometimes dry, in time to use the bathroom. After three days
of these problems and feigning congratulations at his progress Mia called the
doctor, who informed her of the necessary steps. The next day for Brad’s nap
Mia upped the sedative dose and slipped out to purchase a few items. She
returned to see if her little one was wet, knowing she had a way to make sure
he would if he didn’t, and just needing to find a good cover for doing it to
him. The next few days were sure to be pivotal to Brad’s training, and Mia
decided she was ready to take things a bit further.
Brad
was wet when she checked his diaper, the first time in a day or two, and Mia
let him sleep while she called the doctor and chatted. Dr. Walsh was far from
pleased that Brad still had night time control, but she offered a good way for
Mia to put her plan into action to settle this little problem. They agreed that
his most recent wetting had been due to the high dose of sedatives combined
with the diuretic, but they didn’t want to keep giving him such medication. So
Mia went out to the car and got the items she had ready for further training.
She
let him slowly wake up while she went up to the attic to make sure the old rails
for his bed were around. She was glad to still have
him in a youth bed that could convert into a crib, as that was just what she’d
need for him soon. Once they were dusted and stashed away somewhere out of
sight she responded to her son’s whining. She found him crying in his bed, the
covers kicked away to reveal the wet diaper.
Brad had felt he was doing so well. He’d stayed dry for two days straight and at night too. It was being away from the doctor that made him better, he figured. But now he wasn’t sure he was getting better at all.
Mia
soothed him and got him settled enough to get the changing pad under him and
take off his diaper. She longed to change him into a clean one and get the un portty training over with
faster, but she knew that boys had to work at their own pace. He'd been awful
to potty train, so the reversal process might even be easier, especially with
so much help from the doctor.
She
decided for now she'd let it go and just put a clean pair of undies and some clothes on him, getting him dressed as she
dried his tears.
"It's okay baby you havent wet in a
long time and mommy's very proud of you. If you dont
wet tonight we can start taking you out of diapers for the night." She
promised, hoping to brighten his day.
Brad
readily agreed and seemed much happier. The rest of the day went along quietely and Brad was much less grudging when he asked his
mom to take him potty, since he knew that it would soon be over.
Mia
knew better, and had already worked out a house call for tomorrow around bed
time. The dinner she prepared lacked any medication at all, and she was
generous with dessert and even a bit of soda. She wanted him a hyper around
bedtime, unlike usual. Because of this dinner went very well and Brad didnt put up too much of a fduss
when it was bed time, placated as he was by the sweet treats.
"Baby
Mommy has something for you before bed. The doctor said she wanted me to give
you some special medicine to make sure we hyave this
cold beat." His mother explained coaxingly as she brought him to his room.
"Can you get nakie for your diaper anlay down?" She asked.
"Do
I gotta go to bed?" Brad pouted. He knew he was pushing his luck though
and soon began to strip.
"Yes
baby. Be good, mommy gave you nice dessert so you have to be have. Stay right
there." His mother left to mix up a bowl of water and the diuretic and to
get the enema syringe.
Brad
was laying on his back atop the rubbery pad when she came back and set down a
tub of vaseline as well as
the bowl and the odd looking tube with the rubbery bulb at th
e end... Brad quickly recognized these things and began to fuss. He had been
good, so why did he need another enema?
"I
know Brad, I know" His mother soothed. She sat down and began to rub his
tummy while she slid something under his bed with the other hand.
"Mommy
dont make me please!" He begged and squirmed as
she caught up his ankles in one hand and slid a fresh diaper under his bottom.
"Shhhh its okay. Its
just a little bit of medicine to help you keep from wetting. It wont hurt." She promised while she globbed
the vaseline on her finger
and began to spread it around his bottom.
Brad
squirmed and fought but his mother was patient and just let hi struggle while
she got him ready. Once satisfied that he was lubricated enough she swatted his
bottom lightly to make him hold still. Brad just stared up at her with a
whimper, hoping that she would suddenly decide to be nice to him and let him
go.
His
hopes were dashed when the thermometer slid in and his mother set his bottom
back down on the pad and released his ankles.
"There now. All that fuss over just having your teperature
taken in your little bottom." His mother teased as she began to fill the
bulb syringe.
"But
I really dont want an enema!" Brad tried to
reason.
"Baby
you need it to get better. Do you want to end up having to wear diapers all the
time?" His mother asked. She tried to mention this idea s often as
possible to slowly get the child used to it.
"No...
Brad conceded as she slid out the thermometer and picked his legs up again.
"Okay now just sit still there wont be much. The
doctor tells me you enjoy your enema time anyhow." Mia said brightly as
she slid the bulb syringe in. Surely enough Brad's penis reacted. He didnt squirm too much as three more insertions were made,
and he only dribbled a little bit.
His
mother soon announced that he was done and smiled as she saw his stiff peepee against his tummy. She grabbed a bottle of baby oil
and squirted a generouis amount all over him, rubbing
it in thoroughly and paying special attention to his peepee.
Brad
cooed and giggled, quite liking this feeling. Like most boys he knew that it
felt good when attention was paid to his peepee and
it got stiff, but the doctor and his mother had always forbidden him from
touching himself. He st ill rubbed it against the bed
sometimes though and that was what Mia was counting on for tonight.
She
had been mortified when, as a toddler, he'd discovered touching himself, and
largely broken him of the habit. But as she fastened his diaper up with his peepee pointing straight up his belly button she knew just
what would happen later, and she was ready for it. She tucked Brad in and
kissed him goodnight, leaving the room to go sit in her own room and listen to
the abby monitor under his bed.
Brad
felt odd with the enema moving through him, but there wasnt
enough in him to make him need to expel very much. He could have gone to sleep
but he was oddly hyper and wanted to play. And besides, he felt quite good just
now. He was too young to understand why, but with his mother unlikely to catch
him he decided to toy with his peepee. Of course
putting his hands in the diaper was out so he went with the old standby of
grinding his diapered crotch against the bed, forcing his penis to slide up and
down in the diaper, almost breaching the waistband a few times and causing the
bed to creak.
He
was just starting to have a very good time when his mother burst in the door.
"Bradly! What are you doing?" She demanded harshly as
she stormed over to the bed.
"Mommy
I wasnt bein bad I was sleepin I ummm I had to pee"
Brad tried to ad lib an excuse. It didnt help at all
as his mother pulled down his diaper quickly and saw his stiff little peepee moist and reddened fro mhis
attentions.
"Bad baby!" She cried, grabbing him up and carrying him to a
chair. Brad jknew what was coming and struggled his best to get free, starting to cry. Mia first
put his diaper over her lap and then folded him overtop of the diaper just in
case there were any further accidents. Seconds later Brad's pleasure was turned
to pain as she spanked him soundly. The swats felt even worse as his bottom was
still soft and moist from the baby oil. When he was sobbing and no longer
struggling she carried her wailing son back to his bed and layed
him down firmly on his back.
"Don't
move or there'll me more of that!" She said firmly as she moved off to
fetch some more equipment for his punishment.
She
returned and began to reattach four rails to his bed, cribbing him in as though
he were just an infant. Brad by now had stopped crying and was watching this in
mute horror. Did she think he was really a baby now?
"Mommy
I dont wa..."
She cut him off with just one firm maternal look. Once the crib railings were
all attached she grabbed his wrist and fasted it to one of the slats with a velcro cuff. She did the same with
his other wrist. Now he began to squirm and cry softly, pleading with her not
to. His mother didnt listen to his mewling and soon
both his legs were strapped down and spread as well.
"Now that will keep you out of trouble for tonight. Maybe if you're a good by
we can figure out a new way to keep you from touching your naughty boy parts
later, but for now you're going to have to be restrained."
Brad
looked up at her and began to cry all over again. She took pity on him and
rubbed his tummy gently, snmoothing his hair from his
face and cooiong to him until she calmed down. She
then left and turned out the lights.
Brad
lay in this dark sore world for a long time, squirming and whimpering. At every
little noise he hoped his mommy had come to release him. When he realized thsi wouldnt happen he began to
cry all over again and finally tired hismelf into
sleep.
But
Brad's punishment wasn't over yet. He woke hours later with a terrible need to wet, and a funny feeling in his bottom. He whined for his
mommy and on the other end of the baby monitor she woke up. She listened to his
cries grow more desperate and smiled a bit. He'd have to wet himself. She
flipped off the baby monitor, knowing how this would end.
Brad
struggled in the straps and tried to hold it in, but he soon began to dribble.
It would have been easier to hold it if not for his legs being splayed apart by
the cuffs. Brad begged for his mommy one last time and then gave in to the burning
sensation within him. His diaper was soon flooded with pee, and the spasms in
his bottoms came beyond his control as well, pushing out a small amount of
watery poop into the back of the diaper. He whined loudly for his mommy but
once more knew she wasnt
coming.
Abandoned,
wet, messy and unable to move Brad felt utterly miserable as he cried himself to sleep once more, ready to take any alternative
his mommy had to being strapped down in a crib at bed time.