Not Quite An Accident

Chapter 2
homecoming

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Chapter Description: brad gets back from the doctors office, but his training has only just begun

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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.

“Ok 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 cup 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 til 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 ok?” 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 ok?”

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 ok?” 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.”

“Ok...” 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.

“Ok 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 ok 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 ok. 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. "Ok 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.

 

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