Not Quite An Accident

Chapter 11
Chapter 11

Their first stop was the doctor’s office, but Mia had cunningly planned for a trip to the store afterwards to keep Brad in the best spirits she possibly could, considering how he disliked the visits with Dr. Walsh. The visits were slowly getting better though as there was less to do now really. That didn’t mean it would all be pleasant though, Mia knew otherwise.

With Brad in tow, this time having just been woken early from a nap so he’d have less energy for fussing, she made her way to the now familiar reception area. Brad was now more comfortable in his babyish state, even despite being in a diaper. Mia watched him toddle around and play with the toys put there to keep the kids busy. He was enjoying a set of plastic rings on a metal bar that he could swirl around it or spin as he liked, and enjoy the colors.

Brad forgot his mother was even there and just played with the other children, who all seemed older than him. His diaper crinkled occasionally but if they noticed the girls were too polite to say anything for now, and the boys were too embarrassed, as the few other boys Dr. Walsh had taken on were bedwettersand so were used to the sound of diapers even if they didn’t always wear them.

Brad was growing bored with the rather simple toy, but the grand thing about a simple sort of toy was the number of ways you could play with it if your imagination was in tune. And with few other stimuli apart from the interaction with his mother, Brad had a good chance to utilize his sense of fun. He started to slap the rings to see how fast they would go, laughing a bit as they began to spin ever faster on their track. He stopped and was thrown off his rhythm when Mia came to collect him for their visit though.

“Wow that’s fast!” She gushed, smiling down at him. Brad just nodded proudly and gave them one more good slap to show the colored plastic rings who was in charge of them. “Now let’s see how fast you can get into the doctors office!” She said encouragingly, ushering him towards the door. Brad looked up at her with a deadpan gaze that she found extraordinarily humorous as he stayed stuck in place, the rings slowly spinning to a halt.

“Well, you’ll do better next time I guess. Up we go.” She grabbed him up into her arms and settled him on her hip, heading through the doors to Dr. Walsh’s exam room.

Dr. Walsh seemed as glad to see him as she had been of late, which was good. Mia prodded him a bit to say hello which he finally did, rather shyly as always.

“Hello there little one, your mommy tells me that you haven’t flooded your trainers all week, is that right?” She asked with a smile, kneeling down to be more at his level.

“Uh huh uh huh!” He said with a smile, glad he could make his pediatrician happy.

“Very good little Brad! You don’t want to have to go back to diapers do you?” She asked, sure of what answer she’d receive and then continued when Brad agreed that he indeed did not.

“Well then, lets have mom help you up on the table and we’ll see how your training is going, it shouldn’t take much longer now, you’re doing very well listening to your little peepee tell you when you need to wet.”

“But I’m wetting a lot more now and its hard to stop..” Brad admitted rather shamefully as his mother set him onto the padded exam table. The doctor finally seemed happy with him but he didn’t understand why. He didn’t seem to be anywhere closer to being free of his wetting problems. Still she was the doctor, maybe she knew better. And she was being awfully nice…

“That will happen, it means you’re getting better though. Hands up over your head, little one.” The doctor smiled her best encouraging smile, wanting his cooperation and then tugging his shirt up and over his head when he did so. Doctor Walsh could only think of most of the times before when she’d performed this test and how poorly it had gone at first with trying to get him to sit still, but she had to consider that he was more cooperative now, largely due to his higher degree of dependence.

“Let’s get your pants off and then we’ll work on that diaper. Are you wet, Braddy?” She asked, using the more cutesy version of his name and squeezing the front of his pants as she unbuttoned them. He was dry, and that just wouldn’t do for the capacity test.

“Mia, has he wet lately? I need his bladder empty for the test.” The doctor said, patting Brad’s bottom to get him to raise it and taking his pants off without even looking as she addressed his mother.

“No not lately…” Mia admitted, turning to her diapered child. “Brad can you go pee for the doctor and me? Show her what a good boy you are. I know you need to.”

Brad blushed. How was he supposed to just willingly wet his diaper in front of the doctor. But she didn’t seem threatening or angry, she wouldn’t punish him this time he figured. Brad looked up at her and she gave an encouraging nod.

“Go ahead baby.” His mother said, coming to stroke his head. The doctor gently pushed his legs apart to help. With the two of them both encouraging him to wet himself it wasn’t long before he did. Mia and the doctor both smiled as they heard the slight liquid hiss sound.

“All done?” The doctor asked with a smile.

“I think he is, he doesn’t take long to wet anymore at all, just a little trickle, right baby?” Mia was apparently quite proud of this for some reason. Brad simply nodded and lay in the warm damp diaper.

“Brad I’m very, very impressed with your behavior and the progress you’ve made. So I’m not going to give you any medication to calm you down or restrain you, provided you can be a big boy for me while I do what I need to.”

Brad looked up at the doctor, considering her offer. “What do you need to do to me?” He asked, fidgeting a little in his squishy diaper.

“I need to do something for you.” The Doctor corrected. “She’s going to check how much you can pee Brad, you’ve done this before.” His mother added helpfully.

“With the catheter?” He asked with a pout.

“Yes baby with the catheter, it’ll get done whether you behave or not, but I’m trying to let you do it nicely. Would you like to do it the nice way?” The doctor looked down at him, and already her patience was fraying. A simple set of straps such as those on this very table could have avoided all of this, but she didn’t want to send Mia home with a cranky boy. The two women waited until Brad finally nodded.

“Ok we trust you baby, be good for mommy.” Mia said. The doctor just returned the nod and removed his diaper.

“Mia can you watch him while I go get the tube?” Dr. Walsh asked. Mia nodded softly and Brad spent the next few minutes being tickled and generally played with. When the doctor came back she carried the plastic package holding the catheter in one gloved hand, and…. Was that….. a pacifier? Brad glared at her poutily and she knew exactly why.

“Whats THAT? Those are for babies I don’t want that!” He complained. His mom hadn’t mentioned this part of the test to him.

“Shhhh.” She cooed.

“Well if you don’t want it that’s okay, I just brought it since you were being so good. A lot of boys get scared and sometimes it helps, all my patients have used these when they behave for me.” The doctor smiled and held it out for him. Brad took it and looked at it curiously.

“Even the big boys?” He asked.

“Yes even the ones out in the waiting room you were playing with.” The doctor laughed. “Would you like me to show you how it works?” Brad didn’t know what to say. It was a baby thing, but it was only for good boys like him, and if it was a special reward…

The doctor didn’t leave much time for debate before she handed it to him and he examined it… There was the little bobble of a projection coming out of a disc with little holes in it. The whole thing was blue and then it had a ring on the other end… It felt kind of cool actually, like one of those stretchy toys but a little firmer, yet soft as well. It reminded him of the nipple of a baby bottle. He knew what to do with it immediately but peered up at his mother a bit, she had spent so long convincing him to forget his binky when he was three or four, that the training was coming back against her now.

“Just suckle on it a bit and it’ll make things go faster.” His mother encouraged, gently guiding his wrist towards his mouth with the pacifier held closer and closer.

“And it’ll keep you out of our hair.” The doctor added with a chuckle. Brad was less amused and pouted a bit.

“None of that young man, give it a try, how can you know if you like it or not without trying it?” His mother prompted. Brad looked up at her and sulked for a moment before the doctor made her move.

“Alright, if you don’t want it I wont offer it again” She sighed dramatically. “Boys are so hard to understand sometimes, get them a present and they don’t even want it. Mia can you go get me one of those suppositories from the third cabinet, the tan box? I’ll need to settle him down some other way.” She reached slowly, ominously for the pacifier, and, as expected, she didn’t get it, as it was now in Brad’s mouth.

“Hmmm maybe he does want to cooperate. Good boy Brad.” The doctor added as she patted his head and began to undo the tapes of his wet diaper. One side, peel peel, then the other. The diaper ripped as she got the fourth tape, but it was off, and she expertly rolled it up and sealed it back with the remaining three tapes.

"Uh duh wike id. Id megs id hahd to tawk" he complained

"You can talk around it baby, hush…" his mother chided.

Buh uh megs muh soun fuwwy!" He whined softly, looking up at her.

"That’s because you’re doing it wrong, you’re supposed to suckle on it... Like you would a bottle." The true power of the paci was that it mimicked the mother’s nipple, the source of comfort, which was mimicked in turn by the baby bottle. Brad didn’t know this though, but he did start to suckle just to try it. It felt oddly good, calming... And he needed that as he watched the doctor toy with his penis until it stiffened a bit, and then point it up at his belly button. He whined and suckled more desperately as the lubrication was injected from a round metal syringe, and then the catheter started to go in. There was a light pinch inside of him, but with his muscles so well weakened he didn’t need to cough to allow the catheter into his bladder.

"Ok baby, nod your head when you need to pee." The doctor instructed, patting his tummy and starting the flow from the IV bag. His bladder slowly filled with the cool water and he suckled ever harder, nodding rather quickly. The doctor stopped it and took the catheter out, making some notes on a chart that looked rather familiar, but he couldn’t place it.

"Aw duwon?" He asked hopefully, realizing how hard he’d been suckling at the pacifier during the procedure.

"Yes baby." Mia said, smiling and gushing over him. "You were so good just suckling on your pacifier and behaving mommy is VERY proud!" Of course she knew it couldn’t last forever.

"Good no more pacifier!" Brad giggled, spitting it out carelessly.

“Surely you’ve heard that little boys are meant to be seen and not heard, haven’t you?” The doctor asked rather menacingly. Brad went quiet and pouted, though he didn’t put the pacifier back in. His mother scooped it up instead, it’d come in handy later. Mia got Brad back in just a diaper and settled him on the floor.

"Mommy and Doctor Walsh have to talk about your training baby, hush and be good and we’ll go get your present ok?" She asked, smiling down at him. When he nodded she settled him in her lap as the doctor sat across from them. He was wiggly, wanting to get to the store, and that distraction kept him from focusing on their conversation much, but it seemed they were happy with him, if he would just sit still! He even noticed his mommy showing the doctor the smiley chart.

"Hmmm his volume on the chart matches up with the bladder test I just ran, you can see that it decreases slowly as he wet more. Thanks for keeping this for me Mia; it helps a lot with my studies." The doctor smiled.

"Oh it was no trouble, he was a bit fussy at first but he even got to enjoy getting to put up the smiley faces after a while." His mommy said proudly.

The smiley faces were for when he wet when he needed to, whether on the potty or in his trainers, but that didn’t seem to matter as pleased as the doctor was. She helped dress him and then swatted his bottom as he held his mommy’s hand on the way out of the store. Brad could scarcely wait to get there, but he wasn’t so thrilled when he discovered where their first stop was to be.

Brad looked around the diaper aisle, a place he was becoming entirely too familiar with. On the surface it was just like the other places in the store, but no goodies he’d want. He knew the aisles he liked, the candy, the little display of summer toys, and those really great goodies they put near the check out line that he could never seem to get.

This one was different; it smelled softer, more familiar, a little like his nursery. Sweet baby scents and the cool plastic smell. And there were the diapers of course, swimming pants, trainers, and the genuine tape up baby nappies. Mia stopped at the training pants section. She picked up several packs of what had by now become his usual trainers, a blue box of pull ups. He liked them a bit even though they could open at the sides like a diaper they at least had an underwear like appearance with little cars from a movie on the front and cool colors. Two of these went into the cart and then he saw the red package with Diego on it.

Brad had never liked Dora The Explorer, but he did recognize the character. And the bag was bright red so it caught his eye. “What’s that for?” He asked curiously. Mia just ruffled his hair and pushed the cart along down the aisle to get some naptime diapers for him. Passing off his question easily she replied “Oh I just want to try out a new brand and I think you’ll look cute in them, see the color?” She pointed to the box and Brad pouted. They were light, baby blue, and even the character on them was more childish.

“But mommy that’s not what I usually wear!” He complained, pouting at her and wiggling in the diaper he was currently wearing.

“No it isn’t baby you usually wear diapers, and it’d be cheaper for me to just keep you in them full time, especially if you want to complain about the trainers mommy buys you!” Mia scolded him and Brad settled down with a soft whimper.

With Brad no longer fussing she went about picking out one of the soft, rounded plastic wrapped packages of diapers. Too many of the diapers available to fit boys Brad’s age were unscented or made to be thinner, and that just wouldn’t do for Mia. She had always been loyal to pampers, and so she got a pack of their extra protection night time diapers, not only would they be bulkier, but they came with cute sesame street designs.

“Who’s that Braddy?” She asked with a smile, gesturing to the Elmo on the pack. It took a few tries to get him to finally answer, and she potted his head when she did. Scented baby wipes and a new bottle of lotion (as her current one was making farty sounds) finished off her shopping trip… Except….

“What about my thing!?”

Mia groaned a bit and sighed. "Ok kiddo... what do you want?" She asked, continuing for the check out line, aka tantrum central. But this time she owed him something from the displays of impulse items there. Her trajectory was calculated though. The water guns, cakes, and action figures in other aisles would be a lot more expensive and potentially annoying than anything to be found in the check out line.

"I wanna look for toys mommy. Or candy. Can I have both?" He asked, giggling unabashedly.

"No, but here’s some candy." Mia offered helpfully, pointing to the stuff on the little display shelves.

"Hmmmm" Brad meditated. His mother began unloading the cart and smiled to the clerk as it was nearly all checked out by the time Brad had made his decision.

"This too?" The clerk asked, looking at the package of Amazin Fruit Gummi Bears that Brad had finally chosen after much deliberation and weighing of the pros and cons of each potential candy choice. They were amazin after all, none of the other candy boasted of such qualities.

"Yes this too." Mia said, taking it out of his hands. "and no need to bag it. He’s been a very good boy. Haven’t you baby?

Brad blushed and pouted at her, the clerk giggling a bit. But the package was now in the perilous grip of his mother, who dangled it in the air. "Right?" She prompted. He was going to respond to his new title, or there would be no sweets.

"Yes mommy." He said somewhat grudgingly. The clerk checked out the crinkly packet and it was handed over duly into his waiting hands, certain to not survive the ride home.

Brad was feeling oddly better after the shopping trip and even the visit with the doctor. The pediatrician had been happy with his progress and assured him that soon he would stop needing to go to the bathroom so much as he got better. That sounded like a good thing! And his mother had even gotten him a treat for not fussing about his diapers in the store and let him pick out his trainers. This wasn’t so bad, though his situation was still the same, it felt a lot different now that his mother was happy. She had been stressing so much over changing him and taking him potty, but now she didn’t seem to mind, as if all those adult responsibilities had fallen away from her shoulders as surely as the few responsibilities he had fell away.

And, in a way, they had… Brad saw a familiar car in the driveway…. It was his aunt’s… But that was okay, his mom had family visit occasionally, and they occasionally brought presents. Another good thing. There was no reason to believe… Naw, couldn’t be…

Mia hopped out and went over to the car, peeking inside. His aunt came out of the house moments later, having snagged the spare key his mom always hid under the door mat. His mother and her sister talked for a moment and he began to wonder if they had forgotten him. Then something loomed up outside his windows, like some kind of monster from the depths… It had long sinewy tentacles coming off of a single bulbous orb, the space around its gaping, devouring maw likely glistening with the blood of those who had fallen prey to its voracious appetite… It seemed to grin at him, this beast from the depths, before turning its attention to his mother.. No doubt with the window of the van between them, the creature had set its sights on easier victims.

“Aunt Mia” It said, in the deceptively sweet voice of a twelve year old girl. “Can I get my baby cousin out of his car seat? I can’t wait to play with him!” She said quite gleefully… Brad was not so enthusiastic and almost reached for the lock on the car doors… His mother noticed this even as cousin Grace opened the door a bit too quick for him… She’d have to get child locks put in, Mia thought.

Brad knew he was locked in even with the doors open… in all the whining and tantrums and worry over his illness, he had forgotten about his cousin’s yearly stayover… It was chronologically, spiritually and emotionally the exact opposite of Christmas for him, and what was worse, he often had to pretend to be happy to see her. Not this time though!

“We’re going to have so much fun Brad, your mom told me all about your illness on the phone, I want to be a nurse someday so I can help make boys like you feel all better! Won’t that be nice?” She smiled and slowly unbuckled him, making him wait for each bit of freedom and tickling him while he remained helpless. Brad’s reply was to begin to cry.