Not Quite An Accident

Chapter 17
Chapter 17

Over the next several days Mia was able to establish a quite reliable, regular pattern for Brad. He was diapered all the time except when his diaper area looked a little pink or he complained of being itchy. Brad was coming to enjoy these moments when he could go about without his restrictive clothing and diapers again and feel like a big kid again for once, even with Patricia or Mia watching him to make sure he didn’t pee on the floor. Or even when he DID pee on the floor, as occurred once or twice.

These accidents, and the three times a day his mother took him to the potty to poop were the only times he avoided using his diapers, and the only thing in the way of the completion of Mia’s plans. Of course she knew well that she couldn’t force it or she’d be dealing with the terrible twos all over again. Still, it was good just to see him getting used to wearing the diapers all the time again, even if he still managed to avoid using them for their full purpose.

Mia decided that today she’d make another small effort at that. She’d have an easy enough time of getting the reaction to necessitate it as well. That was just a matter of debuting some new clothes. Mia had stuck with the onesie for the most part as it kept him from worrying about his diaper too much, but she did very much want to see him in some of the cuter things she’d gotten. She pointedly forgot to put Brad down for his nap, and, while he celebrated, she made up a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, with the jelly close enough to the edges to strike fear in the heart of any mother.

Brad gobbled it up rather quickly, almost oblivious to the glob or two of jelly that fell onto the front of the onesie. Mia couldn’t help but laugh.

“Baby look at your clothes! I think someone needs a bib.” She teased, somewhat presciently.

“I do not…” Brad pouted as he came over to her beckoning and was dabbed off with a wet wipe. Mia got most of the mess into the trash and then patted his bottom, which was now slightly damp. “Come on kiddo, let’s see about some new clothes for you.” She gave one slightly firmer pat to get him moving.

“I’m sorry I made a mess mommy.” He said, taking her hand as they walked along. He knew she enjoyed the onesie with the cute baby blue fabric on it.

“It’s fine baby, mommy has something better for you. Let’s get you changed and dressed okay? Hop up!” Mia helped him to leap the distance from the ground onto the changing table, which made it less of an effort to pick him up and somewhat more fun for him.

His diaper was off and a fresh one on in no time, Mia rarely had to fight him for diaper changes, although she didn’t expect that to last. Especially not as she pulled out the powder blue footed pajamas, and saw Brad’s reaction to them.

Mia had expected some trouble keeping the diapers on, so she had shifted the battle to clothing now. The diapers were more complicated to take off and put back on then the trainers had been, and she couldn’t be refastening tapes all day. The clothing was a necessary thing for now, no matter how cute he looked scampering around in just a sagging diaper, he’d never get used to it if he could just tug the thing off when he pleased. And she had managed to find some adorable things that would fit him as well, though he didn’t seem to appreciate the effort.

“Mom I can’t wear that! Those are for babies!” He complained, sulking a little.

“Nonsense honeybunch. Come on, put your tootsies in the air for mommy.” She cooed, trying to sound as pleasant as possible and acting as though she were completely unaware of his just grievances. She had seen footie pajamas for older kids, and had made this one special with some white lining on the feet and cuffs, and by sewing on an altered white bib adorned with teddy bears and blocks that spelled out the word baby.

“It says so right there I’m not wearing that mom!” Brad tried to wriggle off the changing table but Mia was too quick for him, getting a hand on the other side of him and pulling the strap over his stomach. The next several minutes were spent trying to ignore his whining while attempting to get one leg and then the other into the legs of the sleeper. Once she had that accomplished she let him kick to his hearts content and cry himself into a calmer state.

“Are you done? For someone who doesn’t want to be a baby you sure like acting like one. You’re like a two year old or something Brad.” She complained half heartedly.

“Mom lemme up I won’t get my clothes dirty again don’t make me wear this.” He begged, sniffling and trying to blink away his tears as he caught his breath from the exertion of his tantrum.

“Baby, all your other clothes are dirty and I don’t want you taking off your diaper yourself so mommy has to keep you dressed. Now will you let me get the sleeper on you so you can get up, or would you like to take your nap on the smelly old changing table?

She looked at him, and it was moments later that Brad heard some Velcro fasten at his neck and then was able to hop down, clad in his fresh diaper and the infantile pajamas.

It was just then that Patricia came skipped in, grinning and offering to take Brad out to the park before pausing to comment “Wow you look so cute Brad, I bet everyone will love your new clothes.”

Brad was not so optimistic, and no way was he going to the park dressed like a refugee from Rugrats. He stomped his foot and rooted himself in place, giving forth the rather obvious reply.

“No! Get it off I’m not going to the park!” He whined, half wanting to go to sleep as he had grown accustomed to having a nap at this time, but it was impossible to do so with his mother parading him around like a newborn.

“Baby be nice, you look adorable and your cousin offered to take you out to play.” Mia scolded. “Come on, who’s my cute little baby?” She cooed, trying to calm him. It had the opposite effect.

“I want out of these stupid baby clothes I’m not a baby I’m not!” He whined, tugging at the sleeper, but the zipper was concealed by a flap of Velcro he couldn’t seem to get at. Mia and Patricia watched as his frustration mounted into a full blown tantrum and he soon found himself being lugged along kicking and screaming towards the play pen.

Brad stood up as soon as he was plopped down in the play pen and screamed to be let out, which only got him pushed back down onto his stomach and his bottom swatted.

“Brad if you don’t sit in your play pen and be quiet you’re going to be in very big trouble. Mommy and Patricia are going to watch a movie for a while so behave yourself and don’t make any noise, is that understood?”

Brad sniffled as the swat was felt even through his diaper, and he gave a soft nod. Maybe he could get a nap. The fuzzy fabric he was wearing made him feel almost unpleasantly warm. He soon found that if he crawled around too much or got very worked up he began to sweat, so he eventually settled and lost himself in a drowsy daze, that soon turned into a nap.

As he awoke, Brad looked down at his diaper, or what would have been his diaper if his view wasn’t obstructed by the fluffy blue fabric. The Pampers was damp now and somewhat squishy when he poked at it, and warm. It was almost a familiar, welcome sensation. The feeling in his stomach, on the other hand, was certainly not welcomed.

Brad knew that he was stuck in the play pen for fussing at his mother, but he hadn’t counted on this to occur. In retrospect, of course, he should have. He had needed the potty every day after lunch almost since his mom put him back in diapers. Brad whined at his hopeless situation and stared at the TV. And he felt the soft mess pressing at the gates. He tightened up as best he could but soon had to exhale and relax, which gave him a sensation of relief. This process was repeated ten times before something finally began to slip out against his will.

Brad knew he was beat and gave up, going down on all fours with his bottom in the air and pressing out with a few little grunts. If It was going to happen he might as well be comfortable for it. Meanwhile, in Mia’s bedroom, she and Patricia paused their movie to listen to the baby monitor for a moment and then giggle softly.

“Should I go check on him?” Patricia offered.

“Let’s see if he’ll call for us first, we don’t want to be too eager, and he is on punishment.” Mia pointed out.

Brad soon finished and felt relieved as he sat with his legs folded under him to keep his weight off the seat of the diaper. He tried to ignore the situation and just watch the TV. He wanted to beg to be let out of the sticky, icky diaper that clung to his bottom messily, but he couldn’t bring himself to do so. Where was his mom to come check him like usual? Instead, after a bit, Patricia came out, worried that she might have to soothe another case of diaper rash if she tarried much longer.

“Patricia can you please go get my mom?” Brad asked respectfully, knowing that being too demanding had gotten him into the play pen in the first place.

“No baby I’m watching you, your mommy’s busy. What’s wrong?” She asked, coming over to stand in front of the play pen. Brad stared up at her and sniffled. He had his poopie diaper changed by her once before, but he hadn’t been required to admit what he had done, and that had been his mother’s decision then. This time it was just his own inability to control himself. He had simply had an accident. But it wouldn’t be such a problem if he didn’t have to admit it.

“Baby, miss Twish can’t make it better if you don’t tell me what it is.” She said in a cutesy, babyish voice. She’d be using that a lot with him when she found out what he’d done. Why couldn’t his mom have come? She was used to cleaning up after him and wouldn’t make fun. Brad pointed down at his diaper area,sure she would get the hint.

“That’s right baby you’re wearing a diaper because that’s what boys belong in. What kind of diaper is it?” She asked with a smile an oblivious smile.

“Patriciaaaaaaaa!” Brad moaned, looking up and wondering how she could be so dense. Oh, that’s right, she’s a girl…. Well… He stopped himself and looked puzzled. Perhaps if he was dependant on girls to change his diapers he might need to change his views on them as well.

“Come on baby what kind of diaper are you wearing?” She prompted.

“Pampers…” Brad muttered under his breath.

“Good boy!” Patricia patted his head encouragingly, ignoring the malodorous scent of his diaper.

“Patricia I uh… can you let me out?” Brad asked.

“Nope, you only get out for diaper changes.” Patricia said definitely.

“I need changed.” He stated, glad to have found such a convenient loop hole, all be it at a high cost.

“Are you wet?” Patricia asked, squeezing the front of his diaper. She didn’t even let him answer before she broadcast the results of her diaper quiz. “Only a little bit, you’ll be okay for a while.” She smiled to him and started to move away as though she meant to leave.

“Patricia please I need changed!” Brad begged, reaching out for her over the edge of the play pen.

“Cousin Twish can change you baby but not just for a damp diaper. Did baby do something else?” She asked as though the possibility had just dawned on her. Brad’s nod was almost imperceptible.

“What did baby do?’ Patricia asked, coming back to him. It was easy to be in diapers, just as one could be dressed in almost any fashion without being bothered as long as they didn’t see themselves. Brad just needed to see so he would understand his new status better, he had to admit it.

“Patricia I just need changed!” Brad said, stomping his foot testily and wrinkling his nose as the mess squished around.

“All little boys wet their pants sometimes kiddo, its just part of being a smelly boy. I’d think you’d be used to it by now. Unless you went poopie…. Did baby Brad make a stinky in his diaper?” She asked, patting the seat of the crinkly nappie. Brad glared at her and stubbornly refused to reply.

“Did you?” Patricia asked again. This time she received a nod.

“Baby I can’t hear you, you have to tell me or your mommy when you need changed or else you’ll get rashy.” She cautioned, providing a legitimate reason for her game.

“I did tell you I needed changed!” Brad shot back, getting cranky now.

“You didn’t say you pooped your pants.” She countered deftly.

“But you know I did so change me!” Brad whined, wondering what was taking so long.

“No no baby, from now on when you poop your pants…”

“I’m not gunna do it again it was an accident!” Brad protested.

“What about the time before?” Patricia grinned. Brad wanted to explain that it had been his mother, but Patricia knew that and he didn’t want to fight anymore, he just wanted out of the diaper. “What do I gotta say?” He asked, catching on to the game.

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“Just say ‘mommy I went poopie’ or in my case “Patricia I went poopie’” Patricia instructed seriously.

“Patricia-I-went-poopie” Brad said as fast as possible, and as quietly.

“Say it like a big boy and I’ll help clean you up.” Patricia =offered. He finally looked up at her and sniffled as she maneuvered him ever deeper into a corner.

“Patricia baby go poopie…” He said, adding the baby part to help curry favor.

“Very good boy!” Patricia smiled and helped him out of the play pen, watching him waddle around in the sagging diaper on the way to his nursery.

Mia smiled as she watched from her doorway and considered his latest reaction. Brad was learning to ask for diaper changes, even when he was messy. That would certainly cut down on diaper rash once she got him trained to use his diapers all the time. Still that did seem a ways off as much resistance as he was giving. The medication had made him regularly need to poop, but it couldn’t decide where he did it.

The fact that he was now largely used to wet diapers was something she saw as working to her advantage, however, and she figured she could use this as a basis to further his training. She was distracted by her thoughts by Patricia coming back with a diapered Brad toddling after her. Mia went off to do some writing on Brad’s chart and the evening passed uneventfully except for a somewhat more desperate variety of whining when Brad needed the potty after dinner. He was becoming more and more aware of how hard it was getting to hold his bowels, and it kept him awake in his crib for a bit.

“Hey aunt Mia, you think Sybil can come over today?” Mia asked the next day with the usual hopeful look.

“Oh of course she can. It’ll be nice for Brad to have someone else to play with. You guys be nice okay? I need to go visit the doctor myself. See Brad, its not just babies that go to the doctor.” She smiled to him condescendingly as Patricia went to get the phone. Brad whined and looked at her.

“Aw mom do you have to go? What if Sybil makes fun of me?” He pouted as he moved to hug her.

“Don’t worry Brad, no one would make fun of you, you’re too cute.” She pinched his cheek for emphasis and disentangled herself from his grasp.

“Now behave for your cousin and I’ll see you later tonight.

“Don’t let the doctor be mean to you!” Brad cautioned. Mia chuckled as she left.

Patricia came up behind him and patted his bottom to soothe him.

“She’ll be back soon kiddo. You get to play with me and Sybil, won’t that be fun!?” She smiled brightly and chuckled at the sour look from Brad.=

“What’s the matter baby?” She cooed to him. She couldn’t help but snicker when he waved his hands over his apparel.

“Oh that… I think I might have an idea for that. If Sybil is okay with it.” She smiled encouragingly and Brad nodded a little. He liked Sybil, she at least seemed interested him and wasn’t worried that he wore diapers. He actually thought she was kind of cute. For a girl, anyways.

Brad and Patricia watched some children’s shows, or rather, Brad watched them for about twenty minutes and Patricia lost herself in thought and tried to pass the time until the door bell rang. Patricia hopped up quickly to open it and welcomed Sybil in. Brad waved slightly and toddled off to his nursery even as she cooed her appreciation for his outfit at his back. He’d forgotten about the darned footie sleeper he was wearing and didn’t appreciate the reminder.

Patricia and Sybil both giggled as he retreated to the nursery to play with his blocks

“Aw how come he looks so pouty?” Sybil asked as she watched his puffy blue butt disappear down the hall.

“Oh he’s just cranky because my mom got him into a new baby suit today.” Patricia explained helpfully.

“He’s a cute little guy, I hate to see him sad. She makes him wear baby clothes now?” Sybil’s face showed her curiosity, and distaste for the punishment Brad was receiving.

“Oh yeah it keeps him from getting into his diaper, he’d take it off all the time otherwise, just like a toddler he just loves to run around in his birthday suit.” Patricia laughed and Sybil couldn’t help having a chuckle.

“But with both of us to watch him maybe we could let him go just this once…” Patricia added in after a moment.

“Oh that’ll be great, he looks so cute with just the diaper on. I’ll help you look after him too!” Sybil chimed in helpfully.

They both headed to the nursery and entered without a thought to knocking. When Patricia had spend a good while the past week changing Brad’s diapers she didn’t figure there was much need for privacy.

“Hey Brad, do you want to just wear your diapers today? If you promise not to touch them I wont put you in your romper, okay?” Patricia offered with a smile as he looked up to her from his blocks.

Brad had already been naked around all these girls, and, more importantly, they were girls. Why shouldn’t they see him in just a diaper? They seemed to like it well enough, and he did hate the clothing his mom had for him.

“Really? I don’t gotta have the stupid footie on?” He asked hopefully.

“That’s right lil guy.” Sybil said with a smile. “Just as long as you keep that diaper on for us. Is that a Huggies under there?” She asked, poking at the waist of his sleeper and making him giggle a bit.

“Oki I promise.” He said with a smile.

“Okay stand up so I can get it off.” Patricia said smiling kindly. She giggled when he put his arms up over his head as though to have a tee shirt or the onesie come off. “No no baby, arms down, this one comes off differently.”

Patricia undid the Velcro that hid the zipper and then pulled it down in one fairly fluid motion, while Sybil tugged it aside and down at the shoulders, making the pale blue fabric pool at Brad’s feet and leaving him in just the diaper. He was a bit warm and Patricia figured it had been wise to let him go about in just the diaper.

Brad was having mixed thoughts and felt terribly exposed, and the slight sweat on his body was now rapidly cooling in the free flowing air.

“Patricia can I have a shirt too?” He asked, looking down at his diaper which was thankfully still dry.

“Nope, just the diaper. You usually like to run around naked don’t you?” She asked with a grin as Sybil, who was examining the nursery print border on the walls, giggled. This made sense to Brad and he shrugged a bit and followed them back to the living room. Brad had been so good thus far that Patricia didn’t even decide to put him in his play pen and he simply sat between the two girls being cooed over as they watched their shows, usually one that they liked followed by one he liked.

They also took turns checking his diaper every time a show ended. Brad squirmed a bit when Sybil’s finger found its way into the diaper he barely even knew was damp, though when she announced it to him he couldn’t help but blush.

“Aw its okay baby, all boys pee their pants sometimes, your mommy was just smart enough to put you in diapers.” Patricia said with a grin.

“He isn’t too wet, we can have something to eat and then change him.” Sybil suggested, giggling at Patricia’s explanation and thinking she had to suggest that idea to her own parents vis-a-vis her little brother.

They did have their meal and Brad was duly taken to the potty and then changed. He remembered the giggling that had erupted over his last wet diaper and decided that he was through with such ignominy. Today he’d make a stand, be a grown up, and escape from diapers forever… Well, that was part of his motivation, the other part was that the girls had forgotten to strap him down on the changing table due to his recent good behavior, and because he was bored of laying there while they considered what baby lotion or powder would smell cuter on him. Brad hit the floor running.

Patricia and Sybil both looked at each other stunned for a moment before shrugging and going off in pursuit, carrying a diaper or two and his footie sleeper, which they had now determined he WOULD be wearing for some time to come!

“I think he’s going through the kitchen, there’s only two ways out of there, cut him off at the living room!” Patricia instructed. Brad, hearing this, quickly doubled back and it was just as the procession passed the door that Mia returned. She watched the naked butt of her son fly past and then looked to his pursuers, stunned for a moment and then breaking into a smile which she had to hide with a hand over her mouth.

The girls skidded to a halt and Sybil was all too happy to let Patricia explain. “Aunt Mia I’m really sorry I forgot to strap him down on the changing table and he just hopped up and got away, we must have left some of the baby gates open” She stated, trying to catch her breath.

“So he wet his diaper recently?” Mia asked, which seemed to be a non sequiter to the girls.

“Yes we were just changing him.” Sybil added.

“Then I don’t see the problem. He cant have too much more pee in him so let him run around if hes that energetic it’ll tire him out for his nap.” She smiled, heading over to the couch and setting a few bags down. Her meeting with Dr. Walsh had gone well and her boy’s toddler like behavior had also pleased her.

“Really?” Patricia asked. She didn’t see how such a lawless act could be condoned by her aunt.

“You’re acting like he’s going to win. He won’t run away or hurt himself, we childproofed the house pretty well, so what’s the worry. When he’s hungry or wants attention he’ll come to us. Won’t you Brad?” She asked, seeing him peering in from the doorway only to quickly duck away.

The girls smiled and nodded at Mia’s wisdom, and they all sat down to rest for a bit. It was only ten or fifteen minutes later that their attention was drawn to the kitchen. Brad stood on the other side of the only baby gate that had been left up, peering in at them. His attention was drawn down by the sound just as theirs was, the sound of his pee tinkling onto the tile floor. Mia decided it was time to go collect her toddler.

 

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