Not Quite An Accident

Chapter 10
Chapter 10

“Baby” His mother said. It seemed that everything she said to him now started with this word, and it was more of an identifying term than a term of endearment. He was slowly ceasing to be an individual, and just becoming a baby. Or, so it seemed at times. He was fighting it of course, and the doctor all of a sudden seemed to want to help him do so, so he was going to try his best.

“Mommy has a star chart for you so we can start your special training. Do you want to see it?

Brad nodded dutifully and his mother picked him up, taking him to the kitchen and showing him a piece of paper she’d decorated and put high up on the freezer door so he couldn’t get to it without either her picking him up or standing on a chair, one of which would likely be frowned upon.

“See, there’s a section for every day of the week and there are 10 spots. If you wet in the potty or in your trainers you get a smiley in one of them. Mommy will be checking you to make sure. And if you stay dry too long or wet too much you get a frowny face. Ten smileys in a day and you get a special dessert… but if you have five frownies mommy has to punish you, does that sound good?”

Brad smiled, paying more attention to the smileys than anything. He wasn’t sure how he was going to deal with the new training, but if it kept him out of diapers and made his mommy and the doctor happy that was what was important. “I like it!” He said with obvious enthusiasm.

His mother had to wonder how long that would last. She was going to need all her patience to get through the first days of the diaper training, but her cunning was still paying off for her. Mia had even made sure to buy the top of the line training pants with the best absorbency, things that basically functioned as pull on diapers. But the thing she was most proud of was her star chart. Beside the columns for the stickers were numbers.

She had looked up the number of wettings one could expect from a toddler during the day and found that it averaged around ten if they were still in diapers. So, she had set a goal of ten wettings per day for him. She knew it wouldn’t happen overnight, but she was confident she could get there. And then in addition to having a record to show his regress, she was also able to keep track of his urine output on it, all the while having him help her keep the record!

Of course Dr. Walsh would think the thing was terribly unscientific. She was never one for smiley stickers, after all… But it worked for potty training and it would surely work for the reverse, Mia had reasoned. Dr. Walsh, despite her love of proper scientific documentation, had been duly impressed by Mia’s idea which served not only as documentation, but as an actual aid to the training.

And speaking of training, she thought, it was high time to start. “Okay come over here little one.” She said, smiling and kneeling down to his level.

Brad was rather surprised when she poked a finger into his trainers and pronounced him dry. “Do you need to wet baby?” She asked, smiling encouragingly.

“Do I gotta go in my trainers?” He asked. Brad didn’t need to pee, but of course he could if he tried.

“You need to get used to doing that, yes. That way you won’t feel like you have to hold it in all the time. How about we compromise?” She asked him. Brad figured a compromise was better than his mom and the doctor just telling him how it was going to be. He nodded agreeably and was soon led off to the bathroom

Mia sat him down on baby potty and let him sit in his trainers. “Okay baby, you can go on the potty as long as you have your trainers on, just until you get used to using them when you need to. Go ahead and wet for mommy.”

Brad was understandably confused and pouted. “But I can’t go in the potty if I still have my trainers on!” He complained.

“Of course not baby, that’s why it’s a compromise. Now just sit there until you wet and then we can go play okay? And no getting up until you’re wet…” She chided.

Brad sat on the potty with the lid down, squirming a bit. But the position was now somewhat familiar, so it wasn’t as bad for him as peeing while he was standing or laying down. He was sitting on the potty as had become normal for him.

Mia looked on, encouraging him as best she could. “Come on now little guy, relax and just let it happen it’ll feel all warm and good.” Brad gave her a deadpan look and was somewhat unconvinced.

“Mommy this is silly I’m at the potty I can go in it instead of the trainers!” He complained.

“Baby there won’t always be a potty there so you have to get used to using your trainers… Or do you want to end up in diapers?” She added in a threatening tone. Brad whimpered and shook his head.

“Okay then, make your lil panties wet for mommy.” She cooed, placing a hand over the front of his trainers as he sat there uncomfortably, looking down and concentrating. It was easy to squeeze his bladder muscles but making them relax was a different story. Finally he felt the warm tingly heat in his urethra and knew that he’d do it. The first squirt came out and Mia felt the warmth, smiling encouragingly.

“That’s it Brad, keep going.” She rubbed his tummy gently both to soothe him and stimulate his bladder. It was easier to do most anything if he had his mother’s encouragement and this was no different. The trainers were dampened in no time and he felt relieved. Mia gushed over him and grabbed him up in a warm hug.

“Can I get changed now, mommy?” Brad asked softly, looking up at her in confusion over all the ceremony of positive reinforcement for what he was sure was a bad thing to do.

“Sure baby, mommy will change you real fast, but first lets put up a smiley okay?” Mia smiled, sure he’d agree as she grabbed one of the happy face stickers that she kept on a roll in her pocket and offered it to him.

“Okay!” He smiled happily and she held it just above his height, making him jump for it. It took him a try or two to grab it and when he did it resulted in a fit of giggles. Mia smiled and enjoyed his appearance, the trainer sagging a bit between his legs, and her little boy oblivious to it, just enjoying himself. It was moments like this that made it well worthwhile. She carried him to the kitchen and held him up to put the sticker on the chart, smiling softly before taking him for a change.

Once again he was given fresh training pants and sent off to play while his mother weighed the used one and went to mark his fluid output on the chart. Mia was starting to enjoy this training, and Brad wasn’t fussing as much as she had expected, at least not yet. She figured after getting him to give a little, she could as well, she didn’t want to push him too hard on his first day of training.

She had even decided to let him get away with holding it to go potty the first time. He had come to tell her he needed to pee and ask her to take him potty, and she had said she didn’t have time and he needed to use his trainers.

“Mommy I can hold it let me go on the potty.” He whined softly.

“Baby remember what the doctor said, you shouldn’t hold your pee…. Go ahead and wet okay?” She smiled encouragingly as she washed dishes.

“Nuh uh take me potty!” He said more demandingly. Mia sighed, knowing it was best to let him win once in a while to keep him content, and so to the potty he went. She scolded him as she put up the little pee guard between his legs.

“Brad you know holding your pee is naughty…do you know what happens when you don’t pee enough or hold it in?” She asked, looking down at him as she heard his weewee tinkle into the plastic baby potty.

“Yes mommy…” He murmured, starting down at his penis, which was hidden by the blue urine guard.

“What?” She prodded.

“I get a frownie face…” He admitted. His own face mirrored the sticker that would be put up on his chart.

“That’s right baby. But mommy will let it go this once because it was an accident.” She smiled benevolently and helped him up, grabbing a baby wipe to dab off his pee hole and wipe about a bit before getting his trainers back on. Brad smiled at the little act of mercy and they shared a hug. Nope, the diaper training wasn’t going too bad at all.

Another advantage of the baby potty versus the big boy one was that she could measure his output with it, so she was glad she’d already changed him over to it and gotten him used to the thing. She shooed him off to watch cartoons or whatever he planned to do while she went to measure his output and record it on the chart which he was helping her to keep, unwitting of its real purpose.

Over the next week the number of both smiley faces and frownie faces increased, and the output per wetting got lower and lower. Brad was learning to pee more often, mainly because Mia consistently reminded him to go. Sometimes this meant having to take him to the potty, other times he would simply give in since he was doing something particularly fun.

She would peer into the room at least once an hour to tell him, not ask him if, he needed to wet. At first she’d put up a frownie face when he couldn’t, but this had largely stopped. Occasionally he would put up a fuss about having to pee all the time, but his mother knew how to handle this. If he was particularly fussy she’d let him go on the potty and just give him a frownie for holding it. If she figured she could budge him she’d offer him a cookie or similar reward for wetting when he needed to.

It was very much like potty training in reverse, she thought, and it was having considerable effects. Brad was very much acting the part of the toddler as well, whining often about having to use his trainers. Mia had gotten him into pull ups simply because they would absorb a good bit and especially because their core design was very diaper like. They merely lacked good absorbency. She was changing him with each wetting and spending a fortune on the things, but that was only going to get worse with the next part of the training… At least she wouldn’t need to keep checking his trainers and prompting him to wet anymore.

Brad was in the kitchen waiting for dinner when his mother gave him the usual look and speech.

“Baby you need to wet now, go ahead and tinkle in your trainers okay?” She asked with a bright smile. Brad was cranky and hungry, and would have none of it, so her request was met by the familiar foot stomp which made the trainers crinkle a bit.

“Alright you don’t have to wet but you’ll get a frownie face…. Why don’t you come help mommy wash up some potatoes until then?”

“Okay I guess…” He said softly. He was now realizing he actually had to hold it in and put effort into it, and he’d just wet only an hour ago at the most…. But the little chore was somewhat of a distraction and it let him be close to his mommy, something he was beginning to need more and more. Mia had spent a lot of time looking after his potty needs and he had to admit he was enjoying the new attentiveness she lavished on him, so washing some tubers was a decent way to give something back.

The water enticed him to let go, the soft, free flowing trickle of it. Mia smiled a bit as she handed him another potato, watching him manipulate it and scrub it up and reaching around to rub his tummy a bit. Brad looked up to her and smiled, enjoying the sound of the warm water, which was soon mingled with the sound of his own warm water. Mia hid a grin as his expression changed and she reached down to feel the crotch of his trainers.

“Hmmm no frownie face after all Brad, good boy!” She gushed, letting him finish the potato and smiling to him. He couldn’t help but giggle a bit as she hefted him up and gave him a smiley sticker, holding her wet little one to her and elevating him so he could put the sticker on his chart, which was now full. Mia started a new one that day, and she was pleased to find it was beginning to have fewer frownie faces. She wasn’t measuring the pee he got in the potty as much now, and Brad was getting used to frequently wetting his trainers.

Mia was beginning to get frazzled by it all though. Brad had soaked through the training pants once after multiple wettings, so Mia was now beginning to just keep him in his nap time diapers as long as possible. She had never thought she could desire to change diapers so much, but having a boy in perpetual potty training (and the occasional spot on her furniture!) surely did the trick.

So it wasn’t terribly fortunate that after about the second week of the new training Brad finally got mouthy. He needed to poop and toddled into the kitchen in only his cartoon print training pants to make this important announcement to his mother, who was going over some bills.

“Go in your trainers baby mommy is busy…” She said levelly, trying to concentrate on the bills.

“But mommy I gotta poop you said I could go in the potty!” He protested, looking up at her.

“Mommy is busy, just hold it or go in the pull ups… Mommy has to pay for all of those you know, that’s what mommy’s doing. They’re not cheep baby…” She was blaming him for the bills, though the mortgage and credit card bills had little to do with his diapers, he was simply in the wrong place at the wrong time. And then he tugged on her shirt to gain the urgent attention he figured he was entitled to.

“Mommy take me potty NOW!” He said with a stomp of his feet. Mia had just been working out a few figures and the last thing she needed was a demanding baby. Between having to run to check and change him every hour or so and having to listen to him fuss as he grew cranky from his increasingly babyish state, she was at her wits end. She grabbed Brad by the hand and marched towards the nursery without a word. Brad was good with wishful thinking, but even he knew she wasn’t taking him potty.

Mia nearly tossed him down on his bed. He attempted to skitter away almost immediately but his mother’s hand came down on his lower back to hold him there. Being in only trainers she didn’t have as much work to undress him, but even angry as she was she knew better than to try a bare bottom spanking while he needed to use his trainers. The pull-ups stayed on as she began to spank his bottom.

As usual Brad started out crying and struggling and soon faded to a helpless whimper. The diaper crinkled with each swat and when she was finally done Mia told him to be a good boy and poop his diapers for her. Brad hated the idea, but he wasn’t about to put up a fuss. Mia held him as she felt him tense and listened to him grunt as he messed the trainers for her.

“There. Now next time do it when mommy says. You can stay in your room and mommy will come back to change you sometime. Be good!” She added imperiously before heading out. Brad might have sat there for some time in the dirty diaper, and he fully expected to. He dissolved back into tears, curling upon his bed to whine and try to forget his situation.

Mia had no such luxuries and was feeling a bit guilty for losing her temper. Brad hadn’t really done anything wrong, she should have expected him to start acting like this, though in time she hoped he would act more like a pleading baby than a demanding, fussy toddler. Perhaps it was a good time to call Dr. Walsh and schedule the latest appointment, she was sure Brad was ready… And she needed to make one other call as well.