Not Quite An Accident

Chapter 7
Chapter 7

The next day’s trip went quite well. Mia woke Brad and poked a finger into the front of the groggy boy’s diaper. Naturally he was wet and as he was rubbing his eyes, she was laying him down on the changing table. Brad woke up rather quickly when he felt the cold air flowing over his now nude crotch and he whined a bit at the even more chilly scented baby wipes she used. Did she keep the awful things in the freezer or something!?

Mia chuckled at his discomfort and stroked his cheek to soothe him before she put on some powder and fastened another thick diaper right on to him. Brad was too busy being glad to be clothed again to worry over what he was clothed in, and Mia had a pair of overalls and a tee shirt on him before he could even notice the bulk between his legs.

She led Brad out to breakfast and began to pour a sippy cup for him. This week she’d need to get him to wet more. Training his bowels would be something they’d need the doctor’s help with. She could remember how he’d held it in to the point of serious constipation the first time she’d trained him, and she didn’t want to have to go through that again. He had less control over his bladder, and more chances to lose it, so that was what she was aiming for first.

To his surprise, Brad greatly enjoyed his breakfast. He found that the sippy cup contained usually forbidden cola, and the addition of some sweet watermelon and hash browns didn’t hurt either. He didn’t know that the caffeine, sugar, salt and liquid combined would be a powerful diuretic combination. Mia didn’t want to use medicine too often if she could avoid it, she didn’t need him getting dehydrated, a common effect of diuretic medicines.

It was that feminine ability to think ahead that was winning Mia’s battle of wills with Brad. She would let him win small insignificant battles to pacify him, make him more tractable. And it was working well, she noted, as he slurped at the bubbly cola. Today was to be his first full day in diapers, purely by happenstance of course, and tomorrow wasn’t likely to be much better if her plans went well. The doctor’s visit was in two days and both of these days would be good tests of how far the therapy had worked.

Today she’d shuttle Brad around, coming up with excuse after excuse to get him out of the house. A rule was a rule, and even if it was just a drive to the end of the street his butt would be in a diaper. But she’d make it up to him tomorrow and yield, putting him in underwear. Of course she knew he’d wet them quite a bit, and she’d be cleaning up some messes. But that would be a good thing to report to the doctor, and a wet pair of pants was far more embarrassing and uncomfortable than a wet diaper, something she knew this would teach him.

Yes, this was going to be an interesting game, Mia thought as she smiled at her son. She held up a napkin so he could spit a mouth full of watermelon seeds that had made him look like a chipmunk and then ordered him to put his dishes in the sink. No sooner had he come back from this duty than his mother grabbed his arm and started for the garage, without a thought to taking him to the bathroom, but carrying a full bag of diapers.

“Where are we going?” Brad whined as he watched the scenery whiz by from his car seat.

”Well Brad, mommy figured that we’d go out to eat today since I don’t feel like cooking any meals. Would you like that? You deserve a treat.” She said with a smile. The promise of breakfast at a diner would surely settle him and maybe make him forget about the consequences of going out of the house so often. Predictably, it worked like a charm.

“Sure!” He said enthusiastically. The ride to the diner was punctuated by occasional bounces from the back seat. Mia handed back a few action figures for him to play with. Of course, any mother had to know that such peace and quiet couldn’t last for long.

“Mom I gotta go to the bathroom…” Brad complained.

“Number one or number two?” She dutifully asked, as though it mattered a whit what he replied.

“Both!” He said rather urgently. Mia knew breakfast was quickly making its way through him and chuckled.

“Go ahead baby, go in your diaper that’s what its for.”

“But mommEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!” Came the rather predictable reply.

“Hush mommy needs to drive. You know I cant just pull over every time you need the potty. The doctor says you need diapers when we’re out so you don’t have to worry about that……. But we could always go home.” She said, bluffing with a grin.

She was rather surprised then by his answer.

“I wanna go home then.” He stated flatly.

Mia could feel her face reddening. He wasn’t supposed to say that! Well, he was acting more like a bratty, oppositional little toddler now at least, and that thought did help her not to yell.

“Fine.” She stated, taking the next exit to turn around. This meant war.

The trip home didn’t take as long as Mia would have liked. She kept looking into the rear view mirror to see the squirming boy holding his legs together. He whined occasionally to hurry, and she actually did this time. She wanted to call the doctor. She’d had a plan, but of course trust a little boy to ruin it.

“Okay kiddo we’re home, let’s get you inside.” She said, as she unstrapped him from the chair. He nearly flew out of it and dragged her to the door.

“Mommy get the diaper off so I can go potty!” He demanded as they made their way into the living room.

Mia thought about it and looked down to her son, her hands slowly raising to an ominous position on her hips. Who was he to demand that she waste a perfectly good diaper? She’d only said that she’d take him home, never that he could use the potty when he got there.

“Okay lets get you to the nursery to change you.” She said, smiling the smile of one who knows a grand secret. Brad just saw a smile and let his mom walk him to the nursery, taking tiny steps to keep his legs together. He was already dribbling a bit.

“Up on the table little one, you know the drill” She said rather too good naturedly.

Brad hopped up and lay down with little fuss, though he was somewhat unsure why he needed the changing table just to take off his diaper.

Mia snapped the strap across his stomach quickly and peeled down his pants. Brad squirted a little pee as the strap pressed over his bladder and whimpered. “Mommy hurry!” He complained. Then he suddenly felt a finger penetrate the front of his diaper.

“Oh baby you’re not even wet yet you don’t need changed.” She scolded, looking down at him.

“I wanna go potty!” He moaned, confused by this reaction.

“I’m not throwing away a perfectly good diaper Brad, you can use this one. Here mommy will help.” She took his ankles in one hand and rolled them up and back over his tummy. Brad began to tantrum and scream his protests.

Mia dodged his flailing arms and began to rub his stomach as the brat realized what was happening. Of course it was too late, he could already feel himself wetting. Normally he didn’t pee laying down, while he was awake anyway, so this was a new experience. He could feel the warmth tickling over his balls and down into his crack, and in the folds of his thighs. And then it disappeared and before long he wasn’t sure if he was still wetting or not.

The real waterworks came when his backside betrayed him. Mia felt the contraction in his bowels as she massaged her hand on his lower tummy, making the diaper crinkle with the little grabbing motions. When she saw the look on her lil guys face she patted the back of his diaper and smiled as she felt the bulge there.

“Good baby! See, now mommy can change you.” She gushed as though it were something to hang up on the fridge. By now Brad was crying too much to even worry about the dirty and wet diaper. Mia saw that he was going to be too fussy to change in this state, so she picked him up.

She held him with one hand around the back and another strategically placed under his messy bottom, bouncing him a bit as she cuddled him.

“It’s alright baby, the doctor wants you to use your diaper if you gotta, its better than being constipated and needing an enema right?” She asked, smiling a bit.

Brad sniffled and rubbed his teary eyes before finally replying with a timid “I guess so…”

“Good now lets take a look at that poopy bottom of yours!” She said with great enthusiasm. Brad couldn’t understand why she was so accommodating, she hadn’t complained once about the accidents he’d been having since he got sick and started going to the doctors’ so often.

Still, it was comforting and he smiled up at her as she lay him down. This time she didn’t need the strap. Brad just tried to look away and think about power rangers, or anything to distract him from what was happening. It was hard to ignore it though as he heard the ripping of the adhesive tapes and then felt the diaper peeling away from his backside and the coolness that followed.

He wanted to just forget it, but Mia wanted the opposite. He needed to participate in this, it was his diaper and his bottom, and he’d have to accept that if the therapy was going to work.

“Baby can you get mommy the wipes?” She asked, pointing to a bright blue box of pampers baby fresh. Brad was surprised at first, but wanted to make things go quicker so he could get out of this, and he soon gave his mom the wipes package. She proceeded to use the back of the diaper to scrape off all the mess she could, now a bit sorry she’d bounced him so much. When she was done she went to the wipes and soon had a damp, clean and fresh smelling boy.

“What does baby want on his bottom?” She asked with a smile.

“Underwear!” He said, and not in his indoor voice either.

Mia chuckled a bit, as mothers often do when their children say silly things. “Okay I’ll pick. Can you get me the baby oil? It’s on the shelf beside you.

“I’m not a baby!” Brad whined, beginning to squirm a bit now that he was clean.

Mia held up the dirty diaper and Brad blushed and looked away as she balled it up, secured the tapes, and tossed it into her new diaper genie. She didn’t need to say another word before she received the oil from a compliant boy and began to rub it all over him.

Once she was satisfied that this would keep his skin soft and prevent chafing, she got a pair of training pants and told him to stand up as she held them out. He stepped into them and she tugged them up, poking a hand in the front and pointing his peepee down and to the right so it wouldn’t shoot out the top if he wet.

“Okay baby, now you can play quietly in here, mommy will bring you a drink in a bit. Are you going to be good?” She asked.

“Yes mommy.” He replied dutifully. Mia hoped so, she needed to have a long talk with Dr. Walsh. She had forgotten how precocious toddlers were!

She listened at the door for a bit before moving to wash her hands and then slumping onto the couch. She watched a program on TLC for a bit before picking out her cell.

Dr. Walsh answered the call in her usual business like tone. “Dr. Walsh speaking.” She said in a rather understated voice.

“Dr it’s Mia, I was going to have Brad in diapers all day today, but he even turned down going out to eat because he loves his trainers so much. I got him to have an accident, but I don’t want to fight with him all the time we’re out. I know the plan called for diapers today but I’m already at my wits end and it’s only 11 am!” She complained.

Dr. Walsh chuckled. Parents often mirrored their childrens tantrums, it seemed.

“Oh Mia, come on. Surely you remember the first rule of dealing with babies.” She inquired semi-rhetorically.

“I hope this rule involves spanking.” Mia said, not sure what else to do.

“No, the first rule is that you have to be flexible when dealing with someone who can put their own toes in their mouth. Of course the plan is starting to get out of whack, that’s a good sign!”

Mia couldn’t help but be a bit puzzled. “How do you mean? I thought we had to make him conform to the plan, that was the idea.”

“Well, yes, but you have to be creative with it, and you cant go nuts when it doesn’t work. You remember how much trouble you had with regular potty training?” Dr. Walsh asked with a bit of uncharacteristic laughter.

“How could I forget? Four years and finally the only way it got done was two boxes of cookies in a week!”

“Exactly. Boys are hard to train, and younger boys are nearly impossible. You’ve brought him back to toddlerhood so you have to deal with him on that level. He doesn’t want to go out? Fine, why don’t you start him on the diuretic and we’ll just accelerate our plans. Call me tomorrow morning and we’ll have the appointment then. Just keep your patience. He’s soon going to learn that just getting his way once doesn’t make him a big boy. In fact you might say it’s a good sign that he’s throwing tantrums until he gets his way.”

Mia couldn’t help but smile and gave a heartfelt thank you.

“You’re a life saver Dr. I’ll start the new medication… Gotta go.” The quick hang up was in response to her noticing a naked boy staring at her. Mia looked to him, but surprisingly she wasn’t angry or worried about how much he’d heard. She was more concerned with where his indubitably wet trainers were.

“What medication? Am I gunna get better mommy? Is that the doctor?” Mia cut his questions short with one of her own.

“And just where is your diaper?” She asked.

“Trainers!” He corrected with a stomp of his foot before looking down. “Oh I spilled my drink on them so I took them off.” He said. Mia chuckled and shook her head, leading him back to his room. She didn’t bother to argue the point that she hadn’t gotten him a drink as of yet, and that the room now smelled a bit like pee.

“Baby, where are your trainers?” She asked as she took him back to the nursery. He shrugged his shoulders rather predictably and she sighed. Following her nose she found the sodden trainers under a pile of stuffed animals that hadn’t been there before and put it properly in the diaper genie.

“Alright baby, let’s get a new diaper on you and get you another drink.” She said casually. “And you are NOT to take this one off without me, understand?” She said, poking his belly. Brad frowned and nodded, murmuring that they were trainers. Mia just tugged them on to him and led him out to the kitchen. Brad watched as she prepared a drink for him, but he didn’t see her drop a bit of liquid into it from a medicine dropper.

“Here you go, now drink up and we’ll watch some cartoons.” She said with a smile, this time sitting with him until he finished it all. He noticed a funny taste to it, but the salty breakfast and fact that he’d wet twice now made him oblivious to that fact. Thirst added savor to the drink and Mia soon peeked into the empty cup and then took it away.

If Brad wanted to try to hold it, she’d let him now. Giving him just enough rope to hang himself, or just enough padding to wet himself. Well, not quite enough, she thought as she looked at the rather thin trainers.

Mia knew the diuretic would soon start working, and she knew that Brad was embarrassed by his accidents since he’d tried to hide the one he’d just had while he was in his room. Mia grinned and decided to add to it, to heighten his stubborn resolve.

“Baby, mommy knows you had an accident. If you have many more like that we’ll have to go see the doctor tomorrow.” She said, ruffling his hair and pulling him into her lap.

“I don’t wanna! She’s mean!” Brad protested, though he enjoyed the comfort of his mother’s embrace.

“Babies don’t always get to do what they want little one, just try not to pee your diaper and maybe we can get you back in your undies tomorrow.” She smiled, holding that carrot out just in front of him.

Brad’s little face scrunched up with resolve at this and he nodded before turning his attention languidly to the television. If he could go through the day without an accident it’d be over? It was almost too good to be true. It wasn’t long before he began to squirm, but he had chosen an awful time to need to use the potty since this was the best cartoon ever. Why did it have to be now? He’d just gone not too long ago after all.

Mia smiled as she noticed the tightening of his legs, the signs he needed to wet.

“My Brad you’re being such a big boy.” She said encouragingly.

“Thanks mom but I think I gotta go pee.”

“Hold it until the commercials Brad you’re a big boy.” She said, smiling to herself. All she needed was to have him hold it in until it all came out at once and flooded his trainers, and there’d be plenty of reason to get him back into diapers.

Brad began squirming before too long and Mia just smiled all the more. “Hey you know what?” She asked brightly. Brad looked up inquisitively from what she knew he was concentrating on.

“It’s lunch time!” Mia announced, smiling and swinging him into her arms. Brad frowned and struggled.

“But mom I gotta go to the bathroom first!” He protested.

“Nonsense little one we need to get some food in you before you get too cranky. You’re a big boy and you can hold it for a few minutes cant you? If not maybe you need diapers.” She smiled to him serenely.

“NO!” Came the predictable response, as Brad decided he would hold it or die trying. Mia settled him in a seat and went about making a ham and cheese sandwich and a glass of sweet juice, reaching back to stop her son from squirming towards the bathroom occasionally. As she set the sandwich down she smiled at how he had his hands pressed over the front of his trainers.

“Mom hurryyyy!” He whined, looking up at her desperately. He was by now used to needing his mother to take him to the bathroom.

“Finish your lunch first. Mommy worked hard on it.” She scolded.

Brad whined and began to try to get out of the seat.” NO!” he cried once more. Mia sighed and made sure she wasn’t wearing her favorite pair of pants before swinging him rather roughly into her lap. She grabbed a knife and fork and cut the sandwich into small cubes, jabbing one at his mouth with a spoon. Brad began to struggle even more and she smiled as he unlocked his legs and began to kick them. She plopped the sandwich bite into his mouth to silence his screams and could only frown as he spit it up on the table. Mia held a hand around his waist tightly to keep him in place and then sprung into action.

She picked up the slobbery piece of half eaten sandwich and pressed it at his lips once more and then while he was swiveling his head from side to side, she moved her legs apart. With his legs on either side of her thighs they had to spread as well. Brad looked down and began to beg his mother not to wiggle his legs apart when he felt a cold slimey morsel enter his mouth.

Brad couldn’t believe it. He was being spoon fed mushy food and now… Now he was wetting. There was nothing he could do but chew the sandwich defeatedly and whimper as he felt the stream flow into his trainers, and there was rather a lot of it. Mia felt the warming and even heard it flowing out of him, and she waited until she could feel dampness on her own clothes. Brad fussed a bit and she put the cup of juice to his lips and rubbed his tummy with her free hand to settle him. It wasn’t long before he calmed down and just let it happen. It was a different experience than when he’d wet himself of his own will, he’d allowed it to release most of the times before, but now it was simply coming out because he couldn’t hold it. He hadn’t given up, he had simply lost.

After the first sips of the juice Mia felt a wetness around his right leg. She grinned a bit, as it was right where she’d aimed his penis. Of course his trainers were soaking most of it, but she’d wanted to ensure that he’d leak even if he didn’t wet too much. She wasn’t about to stop feeding time though, she had to get him used to these routines. Brad on the other hand knew what he had just done, though he wasn’t yet aware of the magnitude of the accident.

“Momma” He whimpered after the last mouthful of the sandwich.

“Yes baby?” She asked, pausing and holding up the cup of juice.

“I had an accident…” He admitted, hoping to get quick attention to this problem.

“I know baby, lets finish lunch and mommy will look after you.”

“But mommy…….” He was cut off by his mother poking the plastic rim of the cup into his mouth and tilting it. He coughed a bit and then drank, going quiet until he had finished his lunch. Mia stood him up then and had him face her, so he was the first to notice the dark stain on her jeans – his own pee. Brad couldn’t look at her and it was a good thing too, she had a hard time faking the proper appalled expression she needed when she felt the mess he’d left on her lap.

“Oh baby look what you did! You soaked right through your trainers all over my lap! Oh Brad how could you!” Brad just looked down and whimpered. Mia softened then and just took his hand, leading him to the nursery.

Mia hefted him up onto the changing table with a forbearing expression and slipped his pants off, followed by the trainers. Brad blushed and looked up at her as he lay there naked.

“Would baby like a diaper for the rest of the day?” She asked, picking one up and considering it. She wasn’t wiping him up yet. Let him settle, and if the pee dried on him, so what? He’d need to get used to the smell.

He’d also have to get used to the idea of diapers, she noticed as he swatted at the thick padded night diaper she was holding up.

“Such a fussy boy.” She scolded, dusting him with some powder to dry him and mostly disguise the smell and then getting him up so she could put his trainers on. Mia remonstrated him not to wet again and then went off to get changed herself. This commandment was nevertheless broken a couple of times before bedtime. The diuretics were just working so well.

The last time he wet was just after dinner, and Mia didn’t bother changing him since he hadn’t soaked his trainers through. She smiled and held him in her lap on the couch, watching him squirm in the damp trainers. Once she had him trained to wet them more frequently he’d quickly tire of the feeling and submit to diapers, or so she hoped.

Finally after the umpteenth plea she gave in. “Okay baby, you want to get dressed for bed so badly we can.” She couldn’t help but grin as she saw his face turn. Was it bed time already? He seemed to have lost track of time. Indeed it wasn’t, but Mia wanted to start putting him down to sleep earlier by at least an hour. Boys behaved best when they were sleeping, after all.

She carried the squirming brat all the way to the changing table and lay him down, fastening the strap over his tummy. And then she thought about it a bit. She’d been letting him go with entirely too much. It was true that the general treatment itself was a form of discipline, but he had to be wondering why she hadn’t spanked him yet. He was long overdue for it. She unfastened the strap and before he knew what was happening he was on his stomach and felt the strap cinched over his lower back. That didn’t mean good things.

Mia employed one arm to hold his ankles down and then began to lay into his bottom, though she left the wet trainers on. Brad had been sitting down when he’d wet with his penis aimed properly between his legs, so the back of his trainers were fairly wet and they squished with each swat. They were quite easy on Mia’s hands though, and certainly blunted some of the pain. The kicking soon died down and then the crying began. It wasn’t long before he wasn’t struggling anymore and just lay there crying, properly reduced to an infantile and agreeable state.

Mia smiled and rolled him over once more, getting no trouble from him now. “Is baby going to be good now?” She asked, finding a nod in response and continuing. “Will baby ever take off his diapers again?” She asked, making sure to use the term diapers rather than trainers. Another nod followed. “Is baby going to behave when mommy takes him to the doctor tomorrow for his accidents?” She asked, watching his face turn even more miserable. “Well?” She prodded.

“Yes mommy” Brad finally replied with a sniffle.

“Good.” She said, not restraining him this time and peeling off the training pants to see his pink bottom. She wasted no time in gathering up some vaseline and raising his legs. Brad wrinkled his nose but didn’t say a word as she lubricated his bottom and then slid the familiar thermometer in. This time though she moved it about a bit, smiling as it made his penis twitch. She also noted Brad smiling a bit, even letting out a little giggle.

“Hush!” She said forcefully. She disappeared to the bathroom and came back with a baby bottle full of water. She put both his hands on it and then guided it to his lips. Brad tried to turn his head but one look at his mother said not to. “You can finish that bottle by the time I’m done changing you or you can get another spanking baby.” She said as if she was unconcerned which he chose. Either way he was going to finish the bottle.

Brad suckled furiously and actually noted that it seemed comforting, especially combined with his mommy rubbing baby oil over his crotch. Mia was also feeling better as she noted the state of his peepee pointing up his tummy. Any mother knew this was a recipe for a wet boy. When she was satisfied that he was pointed in the wrong direction enough she diapered him and then checked the bottle. Tears glistened in Brad’s eyes as he saw there were a few gulps left and he looked up at Mia fearfully.

“It’s okay baby mommy can see that you tried. Let’s get you to bed and we’ll forget your spanking as long as you’re good tomorrow.” She smiled down to him and patted the front of his diaper before setting him down in his crib.

“Sleep tight little baby, you have a big day ahead of you.” She said, kissing his forehead and making sure he was tucked in. She chuckled at the sour look Brad gave her but he knew better than to say anything back except “goodnight mommy.”

 

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