Not Quite An Accident

Chapter 6
Chapter 6

Brad was asleep almost as soon as Mia got him fastened into his car seat. Mia was pleased with this state of affairs since she didn’t want to hear a lot of whining about how mean the doctor was. And besides, he needed his rest. Mia pulled off to order an iced coffee, and some chicken nuggets incase her baby woke up. She couldn’t help but smile at the comment from the girl at the window about what an adorable toddler she had. Yes, things were going well.

Mia looked at the new outline of her son’s treatment and smiled. Not as much medicine now, and she could finally forgo the catheter. His bladder had shrunk enough that he would wet the bed naturally, and begin having more day time accidents. And the new plan would make sure that many of those would be in the comfort of a diaper. Unfortunately the regression would become more evident now, and steps had to be taken to keep Brad in line, and to control his reactions to it.

Mia hardly looked forward to that part of the therapy, but for now she would have a very agreeable boy who had been regressed to perhaps a three or four year old state. She hoped she could keep him from catching on a while longer before he finally returned to what would surely be some terrible twos.

Mia reached back and gently squeezed the front of his diaper, smiling at the moist softness she felt. The doctor had been right about his bedwetting training. Mia decided to give him a day off from the therapy to let him calm down, she didn’t want to force him too far and make him cranky.

In reality that morning’s therapy had the opposite effect. Brad was on his best behavior, hoping his mother wouldn’t make him go back to the doctor if he was good. Mia was somewhat displeased to find that he only had one damp accident all day, but she just couldn’t be mad at him. He was somewhat subdued and clingy, and Mia was glad to have her cuddly little boy back in her lap, and not out getting into mischief or dirtying his clothes… Well, she’d have liked it if he’d dirty his pants of course, but that would come in time.

Brad was a well-behaved boy the rest of the day up until Mia was taking his temperature before bed time. She had her freshly bathed son over her lap with a thermometer in his bottom when he spoke up.

“Mommy do I have to go back to the doctor’s again?” He asked in a soft little voice.

Mia couldn’t help but be touched by his tone and how much he disliked the doctor’s visits, but she knew there wasn’t that much more to go. “Baby you’re almost done with your treatment, if we stopped now you might get worse. You might have to wear diapers all the time and never get better!” She said, emphasizing how scary that would be to play on his fears.

“Okay mommy I guess so… as long as you don’t leave next time… all the nurse laughed at me.” Brad sniffled and craned his head to look up at her. Mia took the thermometer out that instant and gathered him to her, letting his head come to rest at her breast as she stroked his back.

“Oh honey. Don’t worry, mommy will always be there.” She said soothingly, smiling as she felt him cling to her. She let him hold on for a bit longer before she picked him up and settled him on the changing table. He got into his night diaper and to bed with little trouble and only a tiny whimper as his mother left the room and turned out the light. She left the door cracked just a little and peered through it, seeing the sliver of light falling on her little baby in his crib as she’d often seen so many times before, the first time he was a baby. It was getting harder to put him down to sleep and leave him alone, she realized.

Mia went back to her room and wrote down a few things on his chart, making note of his temperature, wetting progress, and the fact that he seemed even less fond of the doctor’s visits now. He’d be too little soon to worry about it even if he did find out what they were doing, or so she hoped at least.

The next morning found Mia and her cup of coffee at the kitchen table planning the week. This was going to be a big change for Brad. The doctor had told her that this week, if the therapy went well, would be the first week that Brad used his trainers and diapers more than the potty. Of course that largely relied on some creative travel plans and a somewhat altered diet.

Letting him develop mild constipation would be good for him, so she decided to begin to reintroduce cheeses, bananas and carrots. It would both put pressure on his bladder and, once he grew tired of the tummy aches, help to reinforce her control over his bowel movements. Meanwhile she decided to stock up on some salty and sugary foods to increase how much he drank. Finally she’d have to time her trips and returns just right to make sure that he’d need to potty when they left, and that he’d be in a dry diaper when they came back. It was a lot of work, but Mia knew that it would be good training, and might have other benefits as well. If he got tired of wearing diapers out, perhaps he’d more readily accept a babysitter.

Mia’s considerations were interupted by Brad’s now typical morning wake up call of soft whining. Mia peeked into his room through the cracked door and smiled a bit to see that Brad had been playing with his teddy bear a bit and was only whining because it had fallen out of the crib. Mia reached down and held it out to him. Brad’s face lit up at the return of his friend. He set it back in its place carefully and then held his arms up to be taken out of his crib.

Brad was glad to see his mother. He’d been up for a while but he’d grown used to wearing damp night time diapers and had felt a bit lazy, so today he’d just sat in his crib and played for a bit. He was glad to be changed though and his nose wrinkled at the musty smell of his wet diaper. He couldn’t help but feel better though as his mommy blew a raspberry on his tummy and then got him into a pair of training pants and a tee shirt, his usual toddler like attire.

He was delighted when his mom brought him into the kitchen to a breakfast of cheesy eggs, sugary fruit juice and salty hash browns.

“This looks great mommy!” He said with enthusiasm unmatched in any species other than a boy.

“Thanks little one. Now eat up, we’ve got a fun day ahead of us, we’re going to go out to the play ground.” His mother said with a smile, enjoying her son’s happiness while it lasted. He seemed to be forgetting that he’d be wearing diapers to the playground.

Brad, unassuming of his fate, was wolfing down the last of his eggs happily. Things seemed to be looking up with the announcement of this playground trip. Maybe his mother was trying to make up to him for dragging him to that mean old doctor’s. Yup, he thought, she owed him this. Brad tugged on his mother’s shirt about halfway through, feeling the need to wet and not wanting to risk an accident. However that was exactly what his mother had planned, so she’d have an excuse to get him into his first day time diaper.

“hold on baby lets finish breakfast first. Mommy made you some yummy food.” She said with an encouraging smile, pouring him a bit more juice.

“Oki Momma!” Brad said happily. He knew he could hold it a while longer, or so he thought. The bladder reduction therapy was taking its toll on him, and his body’s ability to hold pee in was no longer what he was thinking it was.

Before Brad had set down the last fork full he was squirming. Finally he knew he needed to go more urgently and he hopped up and tugged on his mother’s arm.

“Okay okay hold your horses tiger” Mia chuckled. “Remember mommy has to take you potty baby.” She gently swatted his padded bottom and then picked him up with her arms wrapped around his lower stomach.

“Horsey time baby!” She said as she started for the bathroom and began to bounce him. Brad couldn’t help but giggle. The feeling of going up and down was nice, as was knowing his mommy would catch him each time. Unfortunately each time she caught him it was around his tummy. The pressure there and the giggling soon combined to form a very wet pair of training pants. Mia smiled inwardly as she felt the warmth and saw his face turn.

Brad wasn’t terribly embarrassed by his wetting after the training the doctor had given him, but he did feel bad for ruining the fun he and his mother seemed to be having. He gave her a guilty look that said he knew he was in trouble, but his mother just shrugged as though this were to be expected and began to bounce him along in the opposite direction, back to his room, to the nursery. Brad was giggling once more when she laid him down on the changing table, and he didn’t even notice that this time she was taking out a disposable diaper, and not the familiar training pants.

It was only when Mia raised his legs with his ankles together that he realized something was wrong. He squirmed a bit and his mother used her free hand to pat his stomach.

“Sit still little one, remember what the doctor said about when we go out, how you need more protection?” Mia asked with a cheerful smile as she moved to lay the diaper with its colorful pastel cartoons out under his bottom.

“I guess…” Brad said grudgingly.

“And what did she say?” His mother asked. She wasn’t just going to force him to wear diapers, she could do that too easily. But the trick to getting a boy to go with a parental decision was to involve them in it as much as possible. Brad looked up at her hoping she didn’t really expect him to say it, but after a firm glance he complied.

“The doctor said I gotta wear diapers when we go out…” He murmured in the quiet voice Mia wished he’d always use.

“Because?” She prompted.

“Cuz I had an accident on the way there yesterday.” He said, growing rather cranky from this line of questioning.

“That’s right.” Mia said with a satisfied smile, reaching up to tickle his stomach and wipe the pout off his face while, with her other hand, she tugged off the sopping trainers and wiped up between his legs. Brad giggled and Mia gave him a little smile, letting him participate and make some choices. Little choices were still choices, and he was glad when she gave him such a chance, as his world seemed to be closing around him already.

“What would baby like on his bum? We have powder and lotion and oil.” Mia said, gesturing to the little repertoire of smelly baby products on the shelf attached to the table.

“Powder please mommy.” Brad said with a small smile. Mia proceeded to let some of it flow into her hands and then rub it in all over his bottom and over his crotch while brad enjoyed the attention and the soft scent of the powder. He looked down to see his penis just as his mother tucked it down between his legs and then folded the diaper up over it and began securing the tapes. It occurred to him that he hadn’t touched his penis since his mother began taking him to the toilet, and he thought this was odd. It was HIS peepee after all!

Brad reached down to rub at the front of the diaper but his mother just swatted his hands away.

“None of that now baby, mommy just got your diapee on and we can’t have it getting messed up or we’ll be late for the play ground.” She said with a smile. “Now go on and get your shoes for me and mommy will help put them on.” She set him on the floor and he scampered over to the door to find his shoes while Mia wrote something down on the chart she was keeping. She had it hidden away once more by the time he came back with the shoes, and in no time they were heading out the door, Brad walking a bit odd thanks to the bulky diaper. He couldn’t help but notice how the plastic backing crinkled a bit, and the way it bulged out between his legs, covering up the outline of his penis and little balls. It was definitely unlike his thinner trainers.

Brad came to the car and his mother hefted him up into the back. He frowned, vaguely remembering the child safety seat and beginning to squirm as his mother started to settle him into it. Mia had known this was going to be a battle. She’d only gotten him into it last time because he was so exhausted from the appointment with Dr. Walsh.

“Baby sit down and keep still or you can stay inside and take a nap!” She threatened as she just managed to get the strap up between his legs. Brad gave her a pouty look and she couldn’t help but smile at how adorable he looked in his little overalls and tee shirt, the outline of the diaper easily noticeable. She soon had him fastened in and ruffled his hair before slipping into the driver’s seat and taking off for the playground.

As she drove she idly went through her the little list of items she had for him in her diaper bag. She had brought two changes of diapers, wipes, oil, and a suppository, as well as the harness the doctor had given her. Mia frowned at having forgot his sippy cup, but she was sure there’d be a water fountain. She was also getting used to having a baby around, and all the baggage that went with one.

Brad squirmed in his seat the whole way there. It seemed like they’d never get to the playground, they’d just drive forever. Brad could hardly understand that this was logically impossible. His mind was slowly regressing to match his infantile condition.

Finally though, and surprisingly, they did arrive at the playground a mere fifteen minutes later. Mia gathered her son out of the car and despite his protestations she carried him over towards the sandbox, which seemed a suitable place for him to play for now. She eventually set him down and smiled, letting him play. The sand box seemed to attract mostly kids younger than Brad, and as a side effect, attracted their mothers too.

Mia was pleased to recognize that Brad wasn’t the only one who showed a bit of white plastic liner when he bent over. But his attire seemed to gain the most attention since it was clearly the white color of a diaper, and not the more big boy print of a pair of training pants.

Mia smiled as she saw the question in another mother’s eyes.

“Oh I’m sorry I was just watching them to make sure they were playing nice.” The woman said, gesturing to Brad and a brown haired little girl near him.

“Oh it’s alright, Brad loves all the attention and it’s good for him.” Mia said with a smile, hoping to draw out further commentary. Especially as she noticed that the younger girl wasn’t wearing even a pair of training pants.

“I couldn’t help but notice he’s still in diapers, isn’t he a bit old?” She asked. The woman on Mia’s other side chuckled at the youthful inexperience of her compatriot.

“You must only have a girl.” She said maternally before Mia could answer.

“Well, yes. I thought boys could train just as easily though.”

Mia chuckled. “Not that I’ve seen. I just can’t get Brad out of his nappies. I’m trying at home, but when we’re out his doctor says it’s best for him just to use his diapers to avoid stressing him. He does get so worked up.” She smiled to Brad who blushed, feeling the three women looking at him. Fortunately the older woman beside Mia chimed in and drew Mia and the girl’s mother’s attention to her.

“Boys are very different than girls, even in early childhood… First of all, they’re less verbal and social, so they don’t learn the words for the potty as early. But there’s a lot more than that. Boys enjoy attention from their mothers a lot more, and are closer to them, so it’s only natural that they see diaper changes as a way to get attention. I bet Brad loves them.” She grinned and winked as Mia nodded.

“But they can’t like the feel of a dirty diaper!” The girl’s mother argued.

“Oh some of them don’t mind. After all they’ve had years to get used to it by the time they’re his age.” She said, gesturing to Brad before she continued. “Besides, anyone who knows boys knows they don’t mind getting dirty as girls usually do. Of course boys usually don’t have the proper example. So when they do bother to learn they learn sitting down.”

“That’s how they should stay!” The other mother agreed with a laugh.

“Well it certainly would cut down on bathroom clean up. But the most important thing is that boys just like to get their own way, or at least think they are. Some just enjoy diapers and trying to force them makes them even worse. It just has to be done subtly. Right Brad!?” She called out loudly and the other mothers laughed when he turned around and waved a shy hello. Mia laughed at the comment about not making it a power struggle. She wanted to avoid that as long as possible.

The other mother nodded her ascent and Mia grinned. “I’m glad someone else understands, how old is yours?” She asked. “Oh I’m Mia by the way, and this is my son Brad.” She gestured Brad over and chuckled inwardly at his hesitance. Even with the therapy the doctor had given him he was still a little embarrassed about his situation.

“I’m Susan” The older woman said, smiling in the way that a mother smiles to a baby and extending a hand to Brad. “It’s good to meet you little boy. Your mommy tells me you’re having some potty problems.” Brad blushed and tried to duck away but Mia grabbed him up and settled him in her lap.

“Oh yes. He’s flooded his trainers a few times, he tries so hard, so now when we’re out and I cant get him to a potty too quickly all the time I just have him use diapers. It’s so much easier for both of us.” She expounded.

“He looks like he’s almost four. What kind of diapers do you use?” Susan enquired.

“Oh I have him in the large pampers for outings, and cloth at night since they’re more breathable and absorbent. You must have a boy too.” Mia said as she wrangled the squirming child on her lap.

“Oh no I used to run a nursery, so I’ve been through dozens of them. And thousands of those pampers!” She laughed, poking at Brad’s diaper.

“He seems to be dry though at least.”

Brad whined and gave her a sour look and Mia took the opportunity, gathering him closer and beginning to rub his tummy to soothe him.

“Mommy I wanna go potty.” He whispered, just wanting to get away from his mother’s friends. Mia hushed him and rubbed more firmly over the top of his diaper.

“Hush baby let mommy talk with her friends.” She scolded.

“But Mommy!” He pleaded.

“Just like a boy, always wants to run around.” Susan chided.

“Oh I think he’s had quite enough running around. Maybe a quick swing and a diaper change and I’ve got to get this guy home. He’s getting cranky since he missed his nap.” Mia explained.

“Oh Anne gets the same way when she doesn’t have her nap.” The other mommy agreed.

Brad was indeed getting cranky and Mia knew why. She had just stopped rubbing his stomach now that she felt the wetness between his legs.

“Oh baby! You soaked your diaper!” She said with exaggerated exasperation.

“Don’t let him frustrate you, remember if he wants to be a baby longer you’re lucky, they don’t get any easier to handle.” Susan chuckled.

“Speaking of handling him, do you think you can help me change him Susan?” Mia asked.

“Sure thing, I need to stay in practice.”

Brad whined at his mother but all she did was order him to say goodbye to Anna and start to carry him over to a patch of grass. Susan followed and as soon as he was set down on the grass she began digging through his diaper bag and setting up the changing pad.

“Baby likes his diapers doesn’t he.” Susan teased as she laid Brad down on the pad. Brad fussed and squirmed and his mother came to hold him down as Susan stripped him. He felt like everyone was watching and saw Anna toddle over with her bucket to see the show. Susan peeled the wet diaper off and he felt the cold air and the smell of pee and just started to cry. Eventually through tickling and a dry diaper he settled down and Mia said goodbye to Susan and her other new friend, taking him over to the water fountain. He was glad to be alone now without having a bunch of grown ups talking over him, and he was a bit thirsty.

Mia smiled and once she was sure he was full she took him to the swings and played a while longer. Naturally a tantrum came about when it was time to go home, but Mia didn’t mind. She knew Brad would have to wet soon, but she was aiming for more than that. She stopped off at a McDonalds for lunch and ordered a happy meal to cheer up her cranky son. Of course she’d picked a McDonalds a ways out, but that was the best part of her plan.

Brad ate his happy meal and felt a bit better as he played with the plastic toy that came with it. He didn’t know that his mother was counting on a reflex that most potty training mothers knew about: eating stimulated the bowels within ten minutes. If he pooped in his diaper, Mia would stop and change him into a dry one so she could keep him in it even after they got home. If not, he’d end up constipated and wet more. Either way, Mia knew, she would win.

As it happened this time, Brad made it home. But he paid the price. The extra volume in his tummy put pressure on his bladder and he wet three times that evening. The week continued like this, with Mia arranging daily trips and trying to keep Brad in diapers as long as possible. He was slowly getting used to being seen in diapers, and using them. Mia was glad to see that he was starting to mess them when he needed to sometimes, although he demanded to be changed immediately after. Regardless, by and large, things were going well. Mia hoped he’d stay as sedate after their next doctor’s visit and the therapy that she had planned then.