Not Quite an Accident

Chapter 1 - Introduction

Caleb had been in trouble in school again, as was his custom. He was a typical young boy with a bit of a bratty streak but he never did anything really awful, so his mother had never seen fit to truly lay down the law. Until now that is. After the latest call from the principal Ms. Becky, his mother, decided that her son was just having too many opportunities to get into mischief. She almost longed for the days when the worst he could do was reach for something on the counter or say a bad word in his cute baby talk.

She was meeting her pediatrician for lunch and hoped that might cheer her up. Dr. McTaggert had always been a good friend to her and had a motherly if rather stern air about her. Dr. McTaggert normally only looked to the health of girls, having little capacity to put up with squirmy poorly behaved boys, but she had looked after Caleb since his birth because of her friendship with his mother, who had just poured forth her story over a croissant sandwich. “The problem with little boys is that they don’t grow older, they just get bigger and harder to control.” The doctor explained. She was quite open about her lack of appreciation of the lesser sex as she called them, but wasn’t totally hostile: she was always firm with Caleb but never really cruel to him, she simply wished him to know his place and behave himself.

“I don’t know if there’s anything that can be done for that” Ms. Becky lamented.

“Well if you really wanted to I think making him a baby again would keep him out of trouble.” The doctor said with a grin. “I didn’t mind him so much then, he was a sweet infant.”

“You must be joking. I thought about putting him back in diapers when he was younger for his bedwetting but he barely even let me get the Goodnites on him.”

Dr. McTaggert chuckled. “I think I would have handled that rather quickly. A catheter can stop bedwetting, though of course it might encourage more incontinence problems… But you see, the problem isn’t with you, you’re his mother and you have to do what he needs, you just need to make him realize what he needs.”

Becky’s look was incredulous. “I don’t think he’s just going to realize that he needs to be back in nappies.”

“Hence the ‘make’ part.” The pediatrician said with a sly grin. “Listen let’s go to the clinic and I’ll give you a few things and write up a treatment plan.

The clinic was actually the downstairs of her house, and it was a mix of the comfortable and the medical. There was even a ward upstairs incase patients had to stay the night. The Dr. went straight to her medicine cabinet, picking out a few bottles, putting one or two back and then smiling when she found the perfect ones. She next went to a larger cabinet and picked out a few Goodnites diapers. Becky watched with growing curiosity and came to stand over her friend’s shoulder as she explained.

“I’m giving you a bottle of a gentle muscle relaxant serum, a liquid diuretic and some sedative pills. Of course they’ll need to be ground, can you grab the mortar? Yes that’s it.” Dr. McTaggert ground up some tan pills and returned them to the bottle they’d come from.

“Go on home and buy some salty crunchy foods, you know chips, fries, and of course some peanut butter. Give them to him around dinner, the salt will get him nice and thirsty. In the dinner or his juice you need to add a two drops of each of the liquid and not more than that. Be careful with the powder as well, just an eighth of a tea spoon should be the right dose. Two of them will help him sleep and relax, and the other is going to make him need to wet more. Every night at dinner, but not during the day yet. Forcing him too fast would result in a cranky boy and, dare I say, an even less pleased mother.”

Becky nodded a bit and took the bag. “But I don’t want him to just be a bed wetter.” She complained, not knowing what else the doctor had in store.

“Boys stop bedwetting last, if at all, so it’s the first thing we’ll bring back. Doing it gradually, that’s the key. That and subtly. He won’t know what’s going on. After it gets to be too big of a bother bring him in to see me and I’ll have a look at him and keep him for a few days. For now there’s nothing you need to worry about except making sure he wears his Goodnites and making him comfortable. Speaking of which I gave you the kind that need to be taped up, make sure you put them on him, that’s important.” She instructed.

Becky smiled and looked into the bag. “Alright I’ll do it. I’ll be back in a week or so to see what you have planned next. I’m honestly rather curious about this.”

“So am I.” Dr. McTaggert admitted. “If this treatment works on him it could be employed on older boys, perhaps peoples husbands. A few of my patients parents could benefit from it.” She laughed and saw Becky out to the door. She arrived home from the store just in time to stash the special bag and begin putting the junk food away before her son arrived.

“Heya Mom” He said innocently. He was kind of surprised she didn’t jump on him about the incident with his teacher. He was still too young to know that women are more dangerous when they’re quiet than when they yell.

“Welcome home kiddo. Glad schools out?” She asked with a smile, handing him a portioned pack of chips.

“Sure am! I’m going to go play outside, be back soon.” He said, scampering out the door. The day went by like this with Caleb watching TV while his mother planned dinner. Each night, she decided, she’d provide something that would cling to the palate like white bread or peanut butter, and a good helping of salty dry food like potatoes or fried onions (his favorites). She finally set on peanut butter and jelly, fries and some vegetables. These, predictably enough, were barely half eaten, and this achievement occurred with significant prompting.

However it was the juice and the jelly that were important. She was glad to see all these disappear followed by another glass of milk. She offered to clean the table, usually Caleb’s job, and let him go watch TV. In moments she went to look in on him and smiled. He seemed sleepy and a bit weak as he lay on the couch, his eyelids constantly threatening to encroach on the territory of his pupils while his mouth hung slightly open.

This already was a welcome change from the nightly battles over bed time. Caleb could scarcely explain the sleepy feeling he had despite his excitement about being on break. He was glad when his mother scooped him up in her arms and started to carry him towards bed.

“Do you need to go peepee before bed honey?” She asked sweetly.

Caleb just shook his head, pouting a bit at her babying tone. She laid him down in bed after taking off his socks and tucked him in with a kiss Goodnite. She didn’t even need to look back to know he was fast asleep. She didn’t feel at all bad about the medicine. He’d feel better in the morning for having slept for a good while. Although the wet bed she hoped to find might not make him feel so good. She went to her room to read for a bit before herself falling asleep.

Caleb woke late the next day, missing all of his Saturday morning cartoons. He felt groggy and sluggish as he stretched and then the cold damp feeling of fabric clinging to his midsection hit him. He’d wet the bed. He shook off the hangover from the sedative and rolled out of bed. He skittered down to the hall, hoping fervently his mother wasn’t up. Seeing the door was closed he proceeded to undress and strip his bed, scampering down the hall to the laundry naked and cramming the evidence in the washing machine, turning it on and scampering back to his room to get dressed.

His mother watched from the bathroom where she’d just been getting her toothbrush out. Becky smiled to see her little boy running around the house bare bum. It brought back memories of when he was a toddler and had insisted on running around nude at every opportunity. She decided to let him think he’d fooled her. He might have kept it from her had it just been a one time problem, but it wasn’t going to be.

That night she made a similarly altered meal and had an easy time getting her child to bed. The next morning she made a point of coming in to wake him up and was quite impressed by the sheer volume he’d managed to produce. While he yawned and rubbed his eyes she tugged back the blanket, seeing his pajamas soaked from the upper stomach almost to the knees.

“What happened here young man? I thought you said you didn’t need to go to the bathroom!” She said with an edge to her voice.

Caleb groaned groggily and murmured. “I dunno mommy… Don’t be mad at me…”

Becky was touched by his pleas and sat down on a dry part of the bed, sitting him up and helping him to pull off the shirt and wiggle out of the pants. She found it easy to draw him into your lap and cuddle his damp form as he began to cry softly. Caleb was sure that he was starting to wet again after yesterday and too embarrassed to tell his mother about what he’d hidden.

“Don’t cry baby, its just this once and we’ll let it go. I’ll clean your sheets up you just get cleaned up and go watch cartoons ok?’ She said, stroking his back. He smiled weakly and hopped up and she sent him on his way with a light tap on his wet bottom before adding ominously. “But if it happens again I’ll have to get you some protection…” Caleb just groaned as he went to get a bath.

The day passed rather more quietly than the previous ones, and Becky noted that Caleb seemed more respectful and reserved around her after his embarrassment earlier. That night Becky made some spicy hoagies and home fries and peanut butter cookies and was impressed to see her son drink down three cups of juice. She had to carry him to the bathroom before bed but he could only let out a trickle with his mother watching and she had soon tucked him in and said Goodnite.

Caleb lay awake somehow knowing what would happen the next day but he was just so sleepy… He tried to sit up but all he could manage was to roll over. He soon decided it wasn’t worth it and retreated into the warm embrace of sleep.

The next morning his mother came in to the scene she’d predicted and woke Caleb up with some effort and shaking. He immediately started to cry, knowing what had happened. Once again Becky soothed him and stroked at his hair, calming him down and helping him out of his clothes, letting him go get a bath and switching out the sheets once again. Aside from very heavy wettings, she decided, this would be the last time she’d change his sheets.

Caleb came out of the bathroom ten minutes later sheepishly and went directly to his mother for a hug. She helped him pick out some clothes and assured him that everything would be fine. During the day Caleb didn’t go out, he stayed home and watched TV seeming unenergetic and pouty. Becky almost felt bad for what she was doing but she decided to trust the doctor and her own maternal

instincts. Caleb needed this.

And Becky couldn’t deny she was enjoying it. The extra hugs and attention were nice and Caleb even sat in her lap for a bit to watch TV. Caleb was desperate to be closer to his mother for simple stability as he seemed to be getting sick. When he mentioned this worry his mother shrugged.

“I’m sure you’re fine, but maybe it’s best I schedule an appointment with Doctor McTaggert.”

Caleb immediately regretted his words. “Awwww mom do we have to?” “Yes.” She said firmly, giving him a reassuring smile.” It’s alright though, I’ll be there and she’s not that bad you know.”

Caleb just gave a sour look. Normally he would have argued but he just didn’t feel up to it. It would take the events of that night to put the fight back in him. His mother called him to her room before dinner.

“Honey go pee ok I need to talk to you.”

Caleb found this a reasonable request and slipped off to pee before coming to his mother’s bedroom. She patted the bed beside her and he hopped up, looking up at her.

“Baby you remember I said we’d need some protection if you kept wetting? Well I found some of the old Goodnites from wh…”

“No!” He interrupted, crossing his arms. “I’m not wearing diapers!”

“They’re not diapers honey they’re special pads so you wont soak your bed. Its starting to smell like pee in your room now and I cant keep washing your sheets every day. You need to wear these.”

“Mommy I don’t wanna I’ll stop wetting on my own you’ll see!” He said with determination. Becky soon began to regret not doing this after he’d had his medicine.

“Honey you’re going to wear these. You’re always so sleepy after dinner time that I thought it would be best to get them on you before you drifted off. You need to wear these though and you will. Is that understood?” She asked, looking at him as if daring him to argue further.

“But how come I gotta put them on now?” He moaned, shifting the subject.

“I already told you, you’ll be too sleepy after dinner to help me get you dressed now lay down.”

Caleb frowned but had a feeling she was right, and she didn’t even know about his first accident yet as far as he could tell. Becky smiled when she saw him cooperate, stripped his pants, and grabbed up a Goodnite from the bag and expertly picked up his legs by the ankles, holding them in one hand. She slid the pastel blue diaper with the cartoon designs under him and then laid him down on it. She peered down at his penis and flicked it gently down between his legs. The diapers would be useless if he was peeing out the waistband all over his tummy.

She then pulled up the front between his legs and taped it up firmly, getting his pants back on.

“There, that wasn’t so bad was it?” She asked with a sweet smile.

Caleb just gave a pout and wiggled his legs. He decided the diaper wasn’t too thick and then started down the stairs to watch TV for a bit while his mother set up dinner. Becky couldn’t help but hide a smile as she watched his bulging bottom wiggle with his steps. Dinner was a quiet affair until she gave him some ice cream to make up for all he’d been through in the past days, and to add more liquid to his diet.

Caleb thoroughly enjoyed the chocolate ice cream and hugged his mother after the meal, forgetting about his diaper as he sat down to watch TV. This time his mother had added a bit more diuretic than she needed to and it showed. While he was beginning to drift off he felt himself dribble into his pants and realized how full he was. The look of panic on his face didn’t go unnoticed, but his mother just smiled as he slipped tiredly to the bathroom with his hands over his crotch. After

that it was bed time, once again without any semblance of a fight. Caleb had no trouble falling asleep in the diapers while downstairs his mother had called the doctor.

“I think he wet a little before bed, but it didn’t take too much of a fight to get him into diapers. Yes, every night since we started… I’ll bring him in at the end of the week… a whole 2 days? I’m sure he’ll be glad to hear that. Alright just tell me what I’ll need when we get there. I need to get some rest, I’m sure I’ll have a cranky little guy in the morning. Alright sleep well.”

The next morning Caleb was overjoyed to wake in a dry bed, but this only lasted until he poked at the blue bulge between his legs and frowned. He was quite wet but too groggy to do anything about it. He lay down again and was near to sleep when his mother came back in and poked a finger down the front of his diaper. She smiled as she saw his eye pop open and waved him back to sleep.

“It’s ok angel mommy just needs to change you. She said softly as she began to undo the diaper and clean him up. Caleb had no trouble falling back to sleep while she changed him, still sleepy from the sedative. When he woke up again he was dry and in his usual pajamas minus the diaper, but he could smell the baby wipes his mother had used to clean him up. This routine continued for some days until one day he was woken up terribly early.

“Baby we need to get going, you have a doctor’s appointment today.” His mother’s voice urged as he lay there, just wanting to go back to sleep. Of course that was the plan. His mother and Dr. McTaggert had scheduled the appointment early so he’d be tired and less inclined to put up a fuss even if he was a bit cranky, as he surely would be.

Becky bathed him herself, poking and scrubbing and tugging back his foreskin, washing behind his ears and making quite an affair of it. He was going to be naked at the doctors and she wanted him to be nice and clean so the doctor would see she took good care of her little one.

He had a quick breakfast and then was settled into the back seat of the car and buckled in. Becky didn’t have to look back to tell that he was fast asleep. She drove to Dr. McTaggert’s office and shook her son gently to wake him up. He whined but she soon managed to get him on his feet and lead him in.

“Where are we going” He asked groggily.

“We’re going to see the pediatrician about your bedwetting, baby.”

Realization dawned on Caleb as he saw the doctors office and began to drag his feet, though by now it was far too late as they entered the building.

“Moooom I don’t wanna go in there she’ll make fun of me and she’s always mean!” He protested uselessly as she tugged his weak tired form along.

His mother ignored him and spoke to the nurse at reception, smiling as Dr. McTaggert came out of her examination room which she’d been preparing. The two women greeted each other and then Dr. McTaggert turned to Caleb as they stood in the waiting room.

“I hear a little boy has been making wettums in his beddums?” She asked in her most condescending voice. Caleb could only pout and wiggle closer to his mother, who swatted his bottom and told him to answer the nice doctor.

“uh huh” he muttered softly.

“and I understand that your mommy made the decision to dress you in Goodnites?” She said, quite enjoying making her patient squirm. It was almost poetic justice to make him squirm when she wanted for a change, rather than at a time when she preferred he stay still.

“yes” he said with a tiny whimper, standing behind his mother.

“It’s better than nothing I suppose, but when you’re with me I’ll have you in proper diapers. Can’t have you leaking.” She said with a grin as he looked up, wondering what she meant about being with her. The doctor waved them into the

exam room and without asking at all picked Caleb up and sat him on the exam table. She began to undress him, with his mother’s help, and the two women talked over him as though he were just a part of the table.

“How much does he typically wet? Are there multiple accidents or just one?” The doctor asked, knowing the medicine cocktail he received would cause multiple wettings, but smaller in volume.

“I’m not entirely sure, I was hoping you could tell me.” His mother said as she unbuttoned Caleb’s shirt.

“Most of the time its just one wetting when the boys bladder gets full. Boys are awful for bedwetting and accidents, I personally believe it’s because of the link between the prostate gland and the bladder. Or it might be because boys are just naturally naughty.” She mused with a smile as she wiggled his pants off.

“I think hes been trying hard not to. He hasn’t had any day time accidents yet.” His mother said, stroking his hair to calm him. The doctor made quick work of his shoes and swatted his hands away so she could take down his underwear.

“Not yet being the key word. I think he’s just regressing. Many boys do that for attention. Or it could be an infection. I think it might be best for me to run some tests and then keep him for a few days.”

Caleb whimpered and tried to sit up at that, starting to argue. “I don’t wanna spend summer vacation with you!” He whined.

“Caleb, watch it!” His mother said. She wasn’t pleased with how cranky he was, but she’d expected it, and at least he wasn’t fighting.

“Lay back Caleb!” The doctor said sternly. “Becky help me get him strapped down, I can see he’ll need it as usual.” She said, putting her hands on his shoulders and forcing him back. He started to squirm but it came slowly as though his body were only just waking up. In no time his mother and the doctor had the plastic straps velcroed across his chest, tummy and legs.

“Baby calm down you always make such a fuss.” His mother sighed, stroking his hair and cooing to him as the doctor busied herself in some cabinets.

“Mommy I don’t wanna stay with the doctor I wanna go home!” he said emphatically.

“I know, I know. It’ll be ok” She soothed as the doctor returned with a catheter in hand. Caleb couldn’t help but feel a bit better. The tube looked harmless enough, at least until she brought out the metal needle with the rounded head. He started to squirm but the doctor just swatted his thigh.

“Don’t be such a baby. I wont give you a shot at the moment, this is to help find out why you’re peeing your little panties.” She said as she moved to the end of the table. His mother started to rub his tummy and he couldn’t help but feel a bit better.

“Ok doctor…” He said grudgingly, looking up at her as she got her gloves on. Naturally the first thing she went for was her trusty thermometer. It was too thick and bulbous at the top to be an oral, and Caleb whined and fidgeted in the straps. The doctor of course had the digital brand, she’d updated some time ago, but she’d held on to the glass rectal thermometer just for Caleb, enjoying the reaction it provoked.

Caleb squirmed uselessly but it all came to naught as the doctor let the straps off his legs.

“Hold them up for me, I’ll need to lubricate his bottom and hold it in for about two minutes. Actually it might be best if I just get the stirrups.”

“I think so, he hates holding still.” His mother said as she held her squirming child’s ankles together.

“Oh he’ll just have to get used to it…” The doctor said, looking pointedly at Caleb who just pouted as he watched her slide up two bars with straps attached to them. His mother soon separated his legs and the doctor helped her strap one after the other to the bars, forcing his legs to crook up over his stomach slightly.

“Mommyyyy I don’t need my temperature taken just for bedwetting!” Caleb whined as he looked up at his mother. His entreaties were universally directed to her as he knew the doctor had little sympathy, especially as she filled something at the sink and approached.

“You’re making entirely too much fuss little boy, but don’t worry Doctor has something better you can do with your mouth. Becky would you just make sure he drinks this water? We’ll need a pee sample and I never trust boys to wet on command.”

His mother moved to the head of the table and put a sippy cup to his lips. He fussed for a moment before starting to drink while watching the doctor. She had the petroleum jelly out and was rubbing it between his bum cheeks with her gloved finger. She slid her finger in just a bit and he whined and kicked at the dull pressure as his mother made sure the sippy cup stayed to his lips and stoked his hair to hush him up.

The doctor soon slid the thermometer in and moved along up the table keeping a hand down between his legs to hold the thermometer in while she came to examine the sippy cup.

“I think that should be enough. For a bedwetting little boy that much liquid should be enough to induce urination from his baby bladder.” She said teasingly and added in. “Just hold the thermometer for three minutes while I get the catheter set up.

“What’s a catheter?” Caleb asked, wiggling a bit as his mom took charge of the thermometer.

“It’s nothing honey just be good.” She said soothingly.

Doctor McTaggert meanwhile was changing her gloves and finding some surgical whipes and more lubricant as well as a bottle of irrigating fluid and a t valve hooked to an empty sample bag. Caleb watched her set the items on a cart beside the table curiously as he looked up, hoping his temperature had been taken finally. Normally he’d have been squirming just to get up and move about, but the women’s plan for waking him up early had worked out quite well and he was barely fidgeting.

“Ok Caleb” The doctor said as she came over and slipped the thermometer out, nodding at the temperature. “Time for a pee sample.” She smiled sweetly and rolled back his foreskin, starting to use the wipes all over his penis and crotch and especially on the head of his penis. Caleb simply whined as the wipes we re a bit cold. “But I cant pee lying down…” He protested.

“All evidence to the contrary.” The doctor teased, tickling his stomach playfully. She smiled as she forced a giggle from him and then poked a hole in one of the wipes and threaded his penis through it, covering his tummy, scrotum and some of his thighs with a damp wipe.

Caleb whined more and began to squirm, blushing a bit. His mother began to rub his tummy again and implored him to settle down as the doctor picked up the needle he’d seen her with when they came in. She inserted it into the jar of petroleum jelly and then pulled back the plunger. She smiled to Caleb and then forced his penis to point up towards his belly button. She pressed down vertically on the head of his penis to spread the urethra and then slide the nozzle syringe in. Caleb felt frightened and fussed a bit, especially as she injected the lubricant, but he soon calmed when she slid the syringe out.

“Ok baby you’re ready for your catheter.” She said, holding up the packet containing the impossibly long tube and hooking the irrigation fluid up to an IV stand.

“Noooo lemme up I wanna go home!” Caleb whined crankily as his mother soothed him as best she could.

“It’ll be over soon don’t worry.” She promised, cooing to him as the doctor once more held his urethra open and slipped the tube in. It felt hot and tingly as it slid in and it hurt occasionally. He began to whine and struggle all the more but it was of no use. It pinched him a bit as it turned a corner inside of him and then he felt it stop firmly against something.

“Hmmm well he has more control than I thought.” The doctor mused. “Becky can you tickle his tummy so I can get this in?” She asked.

His mommy obliged easily and before long he was squealing and giggling, struggling in the straps. He barely felt the springy feeling inside him as the tube passed through his prostate as it was weakened by the tickling. He felt his bladder draining though, as if he were peeing without wanting to, and he saw the bag filling up.

“My we did have to go pee. Lucky we got you catheterized or you might have made a mess right here.” The doctor teased. Caleb just glared at her, squirming as if he might get the tube out. The doctor continued as if she didn’t notice. “Normally I’d inflate a tiny balloon to hold the device in, but we need his bladder completely empty.”

She checked the sample bag and saw that the flow had stopped. She sealed the t valve and then sent the sample away for testing.

“Ok Caleb you can talk to me now because I need you to cooperate. I’m going to be putting some water into your tummy and I want you to tell me when you really need to pee ok?” She said in the soft voice she only used when she actually needed Caleb to do something, instead of just needing to do something to him.

He nodded softly, looking down at the wipe between his legs and the plastic tube poking out of him. The doctor wasted no time in releasing the valve and he soon felt himself needing to pee, though of course he couldn’t. Then moments later it became an overwhelming need and he whined to the doctor miserably to stop. She immediately shut off the flow and smiled.

“Thank you Caleb, now let me just get something for us to put this yucky water in.” She smiled to him as she went to search about, watching him squirm and wiggle as she did so. She would have kept it in longer just to punish the squirmy brat, but she needed to reduce his capacity, not increase it by training. This measurement would serve as the first one, and there would have to be many more. She returned with a beaker and moved a valve to empty his bladder. She stared as it finished filling, finding the contents not quite satisfactory. He had average holding capacity, but that could be changed through training.

“Alright little one I guess we can keep this in for the rest of the exam. It’ll keep you from needing to wet at least.” She grinned as she marked down her results on a chart and proceeded to use a stethoscope and blood pressure gage on him as well as checking his eyes and mouth and ears.

By the time it was done he couldn’t wait to get home. There was just the one problem.

“Ok Becky, I think he’s all set. Why don’t you say goodbye and come back in a day or two. I need to watch him to make sure there are no ill effects from the catheter and measure his night time wetting.”

Caleb by now was beginning to wake up and this surely helped with that.

“No!” He screamed, starting to kick in the straps as best he could. “I’m not stayin here Mommy take me home!” he demanded, fussing and still

trying to get away.

“The doctor needs to watch you sweetie just be a good boy for her. I’ll be back soon.”

Caleb opened with even more screaming as his mom left and the doctor looked down at him.

“Are you going to settle down or do you want to stay on the table all day? Be good baby, and doctor McTaggert will take good care of you. I know how to keep little boys in line.”

“I wanna go home!” He screamed, kicking all the more and only calmed by the secure embrace of the straps on him.

“Someone needs a nap. I think I have just the thing.” She said with a little grin.

Moments later she returned with a little pill like object and another new rubber glove.

“What’s that?” Caleb asked very fearfully, what little courage he had having left with his mom.”

“Its nappy time medicine baby. And I can make sure you take it.” She approached and pressed it to his bottom, watching the new round of squirming and pleading it brought on. Even as he promised to be good she was slipping it into his bottom and up, making sure he couldn’t push it back out. She withdrew her finger and then looked down at her handiwork.

Caleb could only cry as he lay there and gave up struggling. The doctor even seemed to take pity on him as she gently removed the catheter. Once he seemed tired enough she unstrapped him.

“I wanna go…” He murmured in a soft sleepy voice.”

“I know baby… you wanna go sleepy right?” She smiled as she rubbed over his chest and tummy to further calm him and he was asleep in moments, allowing her to go to a cabinet and grab up a diaper.

Caleb woke hours later in a wet diaper and found himself strapped down in a crib, though for now the strap was only over his tummy and he was free to wiggle his legs and arms about. He started to whine for the doctor and she breezed into the room a bit later, smiling at him.

“I hope someone’s not cranky after his nap” she chided.

“I wanna get up!” Caleb said with a pout, still sleepy from the suppository she’d given him.

“I’ll think about it” The doctor said, enjoying teasing him as she came over and slipped her finger down the front of his diaper- wet as I expected. Hmmm well that’s ok you didn’t soak the bedding at least. Come on lets get you changed.”

She undid the strap and then picked him up out of the crib, carrying him over to the changing table, but he had little time to enjoy his freedom as a new plastic strap snaked over his stomach and was buckled. He kicked and fussed a bit at this, still quite cranky from being put to sleep earlier.

“None of that little baby or you’ll be in diapers all day.” The doctor said with a grin.

“No!” Caleb protested with determination born of having just woken up.

The doctor didn’t reply and instead just picked up his legs and untaped the diaper, doing a cursory wipe with baby wipes and then taking out the Vaseline, smiling at his reaction to the lubricant.

“We need to take Cabe’s little temperature now.” The doctor said with a smile. She also wanted to put some on his penis and bottom to help them heal from spending so long in a wet diaper. Dr. McTaggert never favored the sweet smelling baby products. Vaseline wasn’t as nice but it was more effective.

She slathered the goop over his bottom and then moved it to his penis, making sure to glob some of it around under his foreskin as he watched helplessly. Once this was done she grabbed the thermometer and slid it in without a word. Caleb kicked his legs but her grip was firm as she held them. He was wriggling in the strap by the time she slid the thermometer out minutes later.

“Hmmm still normal. Good. Now do we need to wear a diaper or can little baby Caleb keep his pee in during the day?” The doctor asked patronizingly.

“No diapers!” Caleb said, wiggling and thoroughly cranky.

“Ok you can have underpants for now until your next nap time.” The doctor explained, grabbing some of the underwear his mom had given her and sliding them onto his little form. She then had him put his hands over his head and slid a tee shirt on. “There. All ready for breakfast.

“but what about my pants?” Caleb whined as she loosed the strap.

“It’ll be easier for you to make it to the potty this way Caleb. Trust me you don’t want to have an accident in my house” The doctor said menacingly as she offered her hand. Caleb sulked a bit before taking it and was led to the kitchen on the ground floor just behind the clinic rooms.

“Sit down in a chair and be good.” The doctor directed, pointing to the chair she’d picked for him so as to make sure he didn’t take any other one. Really they were all the same, but he needed to get used to having fewer choices as she and his mother took back control over his life.

The doctor made up a breakfast of eggs and toast and oatmeal and they both ate, Caleb squirming about on his chair as he finally began to regain his energy. The doctor watched him eat and smiled a bit when he finished.

“Good boy, you can go sit on the couch and watch TV while I clean up. Don’t touch the remote though, it’s a very expensive set up.”

The doctor had tuned the TV to some awful political commentary program and knew he would be unable to comply with her orders. She had planned for that. When she came out quietly to find him with the remote in his hand she yanked it out silently and looked down at him. Caleb whimpered and fidgeted and in no time the doctor scooped him up, one hand supporting him between the legs and the other around his back. She had him facing her so he couldn’t see where they were going as she plopped him into a playpen.

“You cant follow directions so you’ll stay here for the morning. Maybe after lunch and nap time you’ll feel better behaved.”

Caleb looked around at the plastic walls of the play pen, the bedding and baby toys.”

“Lemme out of here I didn’t mean to touch the remote!” He pleaded, standing with his hands on the play pen walls, which reached his chest.

“No now hush so doctor can watch her TV.”

Caleb soon plopped down and just sat there, beginning to play with a few plastic blocks. Before long the need to wet struck and he hopped up, trying to get the doctor’s attention. He was rather lucky she came to him quickly, having figured such a situation might arise.

“Come on little one lets get you to the potty before we have an accident.” The doctor picked him up and carried him along to the bathroom. She wanted him to wet, but pushing too fast wouldn’t get her anywhere, and he could still probably hold it. Holding his pee long was the last thing she wanted him to do, better to help him get used to going as soon as he needed to. She set him down and stripped him of his shirt and underwear without any fuss. He turned to the toilet and then looked back to her.

“Hey I cant go while a girl’s watching!” He whined miserably.

“You’ve given me urine samples enough times to know that you will, young man. Boys shouldn’t be allowed to spend time naked and alone, they’ll end up touching themselves!” The doctor said scornfully. One of her hands snaked behind his knees as the other turned him around and then with a push to his tummy she had him sit down heavily on the cold seat.

“Now make wetties for doctor McTaggert” She said in her babying tone.

Caleb stared up at her and just squirmed miserably, hating his predicament as the doctor looked over his small form.

“I see you need help. It’s ok baby lots of boys cant control when they pee.” She said with a smile. She first placed her hands between his thighs and spread them apart and then began to massage and press over his lower stomach, cooing to him and telling him to relax as she aimed his penis down.

He soon felt his muscles relax and then a spurt of pee rang into the toilet, followed by a more sustained trickle as she continued the massage. When she was satisfied that he was done she helped him up and had him stand still while she dabbed at his damp penis with a bit of toilet paper, tossing it in the bowl when she was done.

“Ok flush for doctor” she said in the same condescending manner. He did so only grudgingly and she soon redressed him and took him back to the living room, holding his hand.

“Now do you think you can behave and watch TV with me?” She asked as she sat down on the couch. “Uh huh…” Came the rather sullen reply. Caleb hopped up onto the couch but soon found it was a bit chilly without any pants on. He tried to pay attention to the show and watched as the doctor slipped off and returned with two glasses, handing the one of water to him.

“Drink this up, it’s good for you” She said encouragingly.

“Caleb started to drink and soon showed the doctor the empty glass proudly. She patted his head and told him he was a good boy before gesturing back to the boring news reports.

Caleb soon felt terribly chilly and looked up at the doctor. He was also rather needy after such a hard day without his mother and he found himself climbing into the doctor’s lap. Doctor McTaggert couldn’t help but smile while he couldn’t see and ruffle his hair a bit, setting an arm around his waist. She was even pleased enough to change the channel to something he’d enjoy. They watched TV for a few hours until she announced that it was lunch time and set him down, slipping off to make his lunch.

She peeked in on him occasionally from the kitchen and as soon as she saw the tightening of his legs she took him to the bathroom once more. This time things went much more smoothly and once she had cleaned him up she led him into the kitchen and sat him down to lunch.

The lunch was typical fair, pbj, chips, some fruit salad and so forth. And of course a glass of lightly medicated milk. She didn’t want him too groggy and cranky all day, but she didn’t want a lot of trouble getting him down for his nap either, and she surely wanted to find a wet diaper when he woke up.

“Thanks Dr. McTaggert” He said softly, seeming more amiable after cuddling with her during TV time .S he knew that was about to change with his first real diapering.

“No problem Cabe, but I think it’s your nap time now. Can you be good and get undressed for me?” She asked coaxing him.

“Nap time!?” He whined miserably and pouted. “No I just woke up a while ago.”

“Caleb that was hours ago, come on.” The doctor soon had picked him up and was carrying him back to the nursery. It wasn’t long before he found himself strapped down on the changing table where he’d begun his day. He started to kick and struggle but by now the medicine was having its effects and he was weakening as he grew tired. The doctor stood aside and just watched as he tired himself out further.

“All done fussing now baby?” She asked as she came towards him, having used the time he spent struggling to get her supplies ready.

“Noooo I don’t want a diaper!” He complained as she approached with the bulky white thing. Caleb was tired and exhausted now but he managed a good fight as she picked his underwear off and got his legs up.

“That’s it!” The doctor cried in exasperation. She slapped his bottom hard and then glared at him. “I’ll have a special punishment for you when you wake up but for now you will get this diaper on and take your nap. Do I make myself clear little boy?”

Caleb whimpered and nodded very softly, cooled by her angry voice. She soon put a new coat of vaseline on his penis and bottom and then proceeded to fold the diaper up between his legs. She looked down to find him yawning and patted his diapered tummy as she plotted what to do with him when he awoke. She soon settled him down in the crib and secured the strap over his stomach, before heading down to write down some notes on his bladder capacity and the general course of the treatment.

The doctor was nowhere in sight when Caleb awoke, predictably in the now-familiar wet diaper. He looked around and tugged at the strap over his stomach, fidgeting in the cold clammy diaper.

“Doctor?” He called out timidly. It didn’t take long for his cries to grow louder. Of course Dr. McTaggert hadn’t been too far away but she waited until he sounded suitably desperate. She needed to start to foster more of a dependent feeling in him and break him of his more independent and stubborn boyish ways, or at least the ones that were more easily shed.

“It’s ok baby I’m here” She said with a smile, coming over to look down at him.

“Let me up I want out.:” He whined in his most demanding tone.

“In a bit, let’s check that diaper for now.” She said, turning her attention down between is legs. Her finger slid into the waist band of his diaper and she wiggled it around a bit before announcing that he was wet.

“Ooooh no wonder you want up. You’re all wet.” She said teasingly. Caleb hushed a bit and she soon unstrapped him and carried him over to the changing table. This time she didn’t restrain him as she didn’t expect a struggle.

“Legs up” She said curly. He didn’t need much prompting to roll his legs up for her and she soon had the diaper slid out from under him. She dabbed him off with baby wipes and then got on a new pair of underwear and a tee shirt.

“There, all set. Are you going to be good if I let you up? Remember, you’re already in trouble for putting up such a fuss about your diapers. I don’t know why you do it, your mommy diapers you at home.”

Caleb nodded and blushed at this revelation. He didn’t need the doctor knowing that he wore diapers to bed at home.

“Its different if its your mommy” He tried to explain.

“Oh don’t worry, little boys get their diapers changed by lots of different women and they don’t mind.” The doctor said.

“Im a big boy!” Caleb protested stubbornly as the doctor set him down on the floor after releasing him.

“We’ll see.” She said with a sly grin. She then swatted his bottom and sent him along to watch cartoons and play, admonishing him to tell her to go pee as soon as he needed to to avoid accidents.

Each time she saw him scamper along to the bathroom she marked it down, and she insisted that he let her check his bottom after his bowel movements so she could mark when he had one of those. Plus she had to do a bit of wiping anyhow, usually occuring on the changing table. She needed to get him used to lying there and sitting still.

Dinner time soon arrived and this time there were no medicines hidden in the drinks. Dr. McTaggert had a different plan for him and as soon as he was done dinner she left him to watch TV alone while she readied things in the nursery. A good while passed before she called out.

“Caleb come up here now.”

Caleb gulped at the ominous tones and dragged his feet on the way into the nursery. He was greeted by two bags like the one he’d had for his catheter but larger hanging over the changing table. He was just about to ask what was going on when the doctor grabbed his wrist and tugged him over.

“You didn’t think I forgot your punishment did you?” She asked, looking down as his face blanched and he began to squirm.

“Oh none of that it wont be so bad. I need you naked now and if you undress for me like a good little baby this will go easier.”

“But…” “Caleb…” He looked up at her and noted her impatient tone. In a moment she had him naked and very fidgety as she helped him onto the changing table for his enemas. She had prepared a soapy water enema as well as an enema containing all the night’s medicines. She figured after this and a bath and a diapering he’d fall right to sleep even without the sedative, but she’d included that so he’d stay asleep and not wake up to go to the bathroom.

“What’s going to happen?” Caleb asked, his voice quavering.

“It’s some special medicine for your bedwetting. It goes in your bottom.” The doctor explained as she pressed a hand to his chest to make him lay down and then fastened the strap.

“You mean like the thermometer?” He asked, trying to make sense of it all.

“Oh good heavens I nearly forgot that!” The doctor said, patting his head as she went to get the thermometer. Caleb began to whine and squirm, wishing he’d been quiet and soon finding the thermometer sticking out of him while the doctor spread the vaseline on a red nozzle.

The doctor watched him squirm and fuss as he lay with the thermometer in him for what seemed like an eternity. She soon took to gently patting over his crotch to calm him with some effect. She soon took pity on him and slid the thermometer out, taking the reading down onto her chart and then moving to the head of the changing table.

“Ok Caleb I’ll be sliding something like the thermometer into your bottom now but bigger, ok?”

Caleb looked up at her and whimpered, wiggling his legs together and being difficult. The doctor looked down disapprovingly and thought of a muscle relaxant before deciding he the enema would be bad enough and she could get the same results more simply. She began to tickle his stomach and kept at it even after he’d begun to kick and laugh quite hard. Once he stopped to catch his breath she grabbed up his legs and held them up, pressing the nozzle to his well lubricated bottom.

“There we are, now relax for Dr. McTaggert.” She said coaxingly as she began to press it in.

Caleb tried to push out, which had the opposite effect that he desired. It first cleared his anus and then moved passed the muscles, making him feel as though he were having a bowel movement, but somehow in reverse. The doctor pressed the nozzle in a bit more and then began to squeeze a little bulb. Caleb felt something pressing inside of him and whined, starting to kick and fuss. Dr. McTaggert began to regret skipping the muscle relaxant.

“Stop that Caleb!” She said, swatting his thigh .T his drew a yelp and he looked up at her.

“Ok listen. I’m going to let you push out the tube if you can ok?” The doctor said to calm him. She figured she’d inflated the ring balloon on the nozzle enough but had to test it.

Caleb nodded a bit and began to grunt and push only to find that nothing happened. The doctor tweaked the bulb once more and then smiled contentedly.

“Well since you can’t, I’ll just have to continue the first part of your punishment. This tube will put some water into your bottom to clean you out. It’ll make you feel very full but thanks to the nozzle you wont be able to go poop until I say so.

“No don’t I don’t wanna!” Caleb whined, squirming a bit. The doctor let him. She knew he couldn’t

dislodge the nozzle now and she moved to the bag and opened the valve. She smiled a bit as she saw his face when the enema began to flow in and noticed the twitch in his penis.

“Hmmm I think Cabe likes it” She teased. “How does it feel?” She asked as she stood over him, watching his stomach and penis.”

“It feels weird doctor” Caleb complained as he heard a gurgle from his tummy.

“I know baby but this is just the start. You have a lot more to go, and then when that’s over another enema and then bath time.” She said with a sweet smile. Caleb looked up at her and simply burst into tears.

Dr. McTaggert was used to his crying over shots and such and just continued to work. She soon noticed his stomach swelling and the tone of his cries growing more frightened. She rubbed his stomach lightly to help ease the cramps and hush him. He soon calmed enough to begin to beg franticly for her to stop and let him go to the toilet.

“No baby you earned your punishment and you’ll have to take it like a good boy. Do you just have to go number two?” The doctor asked, a hand roaming above his pubic bone to try to feel if his bladder was full.

“No both” Caleb whined as the last of the enema flowed in.

“Ah ok I can let you go to the bathroom then.” The doctor said with a smile. She grabbed a very thick diaper from under the table and gently elevated his bottom. She slid it under him and then maneuvered the tube over to the side so she could fit the diaper on between his legs to cover his penis.

“There we go you can go peepee now:” She said, watching his face. “No I’m not usin a diaper!” He shouted back. “Oh you do it at night all the time baby its not so bad. Besides you’ll be holding the enema another several minutes and I have to cover you up so I don’t have a mess.” She explained. Caleb simply whined. The doctor didn’t want him holding his pee too long so she endeavored to help him and see just how far the medicines were helping. She didn’t expect his bladder to shrink much in one day, especially without a more intensive medication regimen, but she was curious never the less.

“Here baby this will help make it feel better.” She said soothingly as she spread his legs apart to help weaken his bladder control.

Caleb stared down at her and struggled as best he could, but the combination of the strap and the spreading of his legs made it difficult for him to keep from wetting even as stubborn as he was. He soon felt that burning urge and began to trickle just a bit.

“Hmmm ok well it’s been long enough for your first enema, lets see…” The doctor laid the diaper down and prepared a bed pan. She took note of the small yellow stain in front with a little smile and then told Caleb to clench his buttocks while she removed the tube. She deflated the balloon and then pulled out the nozzle.

Immediately dirty brown water squirted out and she pressed the diaper to his anus to hold him over until he got control. Caleb scrunched his face as he felt the damp dirty diaper against him and the doctor chuckled. He’d soon have time to get used to being messy. She asked him if he could hold it now and he nodded with a tiny whimper, begging her to let him go potty. She deftly switched bedpan for diaper and then began to massage his tummy. She smiled as the enema flowed out but admonished him to try not to wet.

Caleb blanched as the mess squirted out of him and whined softly, but as the water left his bowels the pressure on his bladder decreased until he barely felt the need to wet anymore. The doctor saw him calm down and noticed he was only squirting occasionally now, and so she switched the slightly damp and messy diaper under him again, drawing a protest as his bottom touched the messy fabric.

“Now baby calm down it’ll be over soon and then its bath and bed time.” She chided as she prepared a strange looking bulb and tube.

“No more doctor I’ll be good” He begged, wiggling and then blushing as another small squirt of the enema found its way out of him onto the diaper. He’d thought it was just a fart until it came out.

“I see that. Messing all over my changing table! Well here’s the next part of your punishment, medicine to help you behave and stop wetting the bed. Normally I could give it to you orally but I think you deserve this.”

The doctor smiled down at him as he began to squirm and she first mixed the diuretic into some water. She depressed the bulb and then set the tube of the bulb syringe into the mixture. It sucked about half of it up. She ran a finger over his damp bottom to make sure he was still slick and then slid the syringe in. Caleb whined a bit as she squirted the medicine into him and his penis twitched as usual, soon growing firm and pressing against his tummy.

He whined all the more this time as the bulb syringe was repeatedly removed and reinserted, each time with a load of medicine. It wasn’t very much though since this was a medication enema and not a cleansing one, and Caleb scarcely felt the need to poop now. Never the less the doctor didn’t trust him not to try to expel it.

“Ok baby lets lay here and let you settle for a bit ok?” The doctor said.

“I wanna get up…” He whined.

“Always complaining. You look like you need a pacifier but I have something that will work just as well for now.”

He looked up at her and then watched her leave the room. Caleb lay there naked and damp on the changing table atop the diaper, wishing he’d never started having his accidents. It seemed like forever until the doctor came back with a sippy cup of milk.

“Here little one. Drink this up and when you’re all done we can get you into a bath.” The doctor let him hold it and Caleb, after frowning at the infantile cup, began to drink. The doctor simply watched and massaged his tummy. She was using a left to right motion to help force the medicien further up into him and reduce the likelyhood it would be expelled before enough was absorbed to do the trick.

Caleb soon held up the cup for inspection. “All done!” He announced, glad to be free. The doctor patted him on the head and unstrapped him.

“Good boy, lets get you to your bath, I got it filled while I was getting your drink.”

The doctor smiled down at him and wiped at his bottom and penis with the diaper before leading him to the bathroom. She noticed how he dragged his feet and chuckled.

“Little boys hate baths don’t they.” She half asked, half stated. “Uh huh…” He said with a pout.

“That’s why they need their mommys to look after them. How else would they keep clean?”

“I dunno… I miss my mommy…” Caleb said with a sniffle. The doctor smiled down at him and picked him up into a big hug. Caleb seemed happier, but only until she plopped him into the bath and began to clean him.

“It’s ok baby you can see her tomorrow. If things go well with your therapy maybe a bit early.” Caleb smiled and began to cooperate so she could wash him up.

She made quite a production of his bottom and drawing back his foreskin, saying he’d been in a wet diaper so long last night she needed to be sure all the pee was gone. Caleb just blushed at this latest reminder of his incontinence. When she was done she left him to play, telling him not to get out of the bath. She knew he’d had to wet earlier and wanted to see if he would go in the tub.

Caleb was quite content to splash and play, using a conditioner bottle as a little submarine. When he felt the need to pee he looked across the cold tiles at the toilet and felt the warm water relaxing him. It wasn’t hard to add a bit more water.

When the Doctor came back a bit later she asked if he needed to use the potty before bed and when he shook his head she smiled down at him and took him out of the bath. She patted him dry and wrapped the towel around him, carrying him to the changing table.

“Is little Cabe going to give me a fight tonight about his diapey?” She asked in a sing song voice. She smiled as he shook his head and this time used a bit of baby oil along with the vaseline as a bit of a treat. She had him diapered and ready for bed just as the medicines began to take hold. She knew he’d wet heavily tonight due to the enema, and he might even expel a bit of it without knowing it. Things were going very well as she put him down to sleep and turned out the light.

While Caleb fell asleep quickly the doctor was continuing with her charts. She chalked up one day time wetting and one dribbling, and also noted he was likely to flood the diaper tonight. She decided to send him home early tomorrow and get together some new medication for the next phase. All in all he was progressing well, and she had to admit that spending a more extended period of time with the boy had given her a bit of a soft spot. Dr. McTaggert went to bed quite happy to be helping her charge behave better, and glad that she hadn’t had to punish him too much during his stay.

Caleb woke up with the bulky damp diaper squishing between is legs and sat up. He was glad the doctor hadn’t strapped him down last night. He soon decided to lay back down though, still feeling weak and sleepy from the after effects of his medicine. He settled in the crib and then looked down to the bulky white thing between his legs. It felt different today, a bit more wet in the back. He sat up once more and poked at it, feeling the warm squish against his crotch. It wasn’t so bad really. He looked up to see the doctor with a maternal smile on her face.

“Don’t touch your diaper, baby.” She scolded gently as she went to pick him up.

“It feels funny.” Caleb said sleepily, realizing he was a bit itchy.

“I know little one, that’s probably from when you expelled a little of the enema in your sleep, you might have a mild diaper rash.” She explained as she carried him over to the changing table.

“I didn’t feel it…” Caleb said, looking down as though he were a bit guilty.

“It’s ok, boys don’t have as much control down there as girls, and of course you wouldn’t feel it while you were asleep.” She soothed as she laid him down and fastened the strap over his tummy. Caleb simply watched as she undid the tapes on his diaper and laid it down to examine his bottom

and penis. She put on a pair of rubber gloves and fetched the now familiar thermometer and vaseline.

“Yep you’ve got a diaper rash, let me wipe you up and we’ll get your temperature taken.”

“Noooo…” Caleb protested, squirming in the strap which only succeeded in wiggling his butt in the wet diaper.

“Ok then, we can do it different.” The doctor said. She dabbed some vaseline on the thermometer and then slid it into his damp and somewhat dirty bottom. He wasn’t very messy, it had mostly just been the dirty enema water. He’d have been easy to clean up. “Since you’re cranky you can have your temperature taken now.” She said, watching his face as the thermometer slid in. “And I’ll clean you up when that’s done.”

Caleb began to fuss and the doctor went about getting some baby wipes and setting out his clothes for the day, watching her charge wiggle and seeing the thermometer jiggle with each movement. He did look cute sitting atop the lightly stained diaper. Caleb wasn’t enjoying it as much, the air had made the diaper cold and wet and he couldn’t wait to have it off.

“Is it done yet?” He asked hopefully as he settled down.

“Give it a bit longer baby. You should be getting used to a wet diaper by now.” The doctor teased. Caleb hushed up at this. He was fairly used to it, even so much that the stale pee smell mingling with the sweet baby scent of the diapers didn’t bother him anymore.

“Hmmm ok that’s about right.” The doctor said with a smile as she slid the temperature out. She let Caleb squirm a bit longer while she marked down the temperature. He didn’t need to be told his temperature anymore, babies didn’t worry about such things, she decided.

“Ok now lets clean up that smelly bottom.” She said in her babying tone as she used the front of the diaper to wipe down his penis and swipe between his legs and over his bottom. Front to back was always her rule to keep any mess away from the urethra and prevent a urinary tract infection. He was already in danger of one from the catheter but she figured with the diuretics to make him wet frequently it would push most problems right out.

Caleb wrinkled his nose as he saw the yellowish brown stains in the middle of the diaper and blushed a bit as the doctor tossed it in her diaper genie. She next swabbed him thoroughly with baby wipes. She still used the heavily scented kind with alcohol and Caleb whined as they stung between his legs.

“I know baby. You have a little bit of a diaper rash between your little baby balls and your bum cheeks.” She explained, pinching his little thighs and drawing more squirming from him. She dabbed a generous amount of vaseline all over the area and then pulled his underwear on, followed by the release of the strap and a tee shirt.

“Does baby need to go to the bathroom before breakfast?” She asked, running a hand over his tummy. Caleb nodded and held up his arms so she could take him down from the table which she promptly did.

She walked Caleb to the bathroom and even lifted him onto the toilet, starting to wiggle his underwear down for him.

“Doctooooor!” He whined, looking up at her. “I can go on my own and boys pee standing up!” He said fussily.

“Boys go peepee sitting down here.” The doctor said forcefully, spreading his legs apart and starting to rub his lower stomach above his bladder.

“NO!” He said, cranky from having to lay on a wet diaper and the temperature taking.

“Yes.” The doctor said more softly but resolutely. “Stay there and if you don’t pee by th ------x---------------xx-------------------xx---------xx------------------x-------------x------xx-------

Chapter 2

Caleb awoke dry for the first time in quite a while, though he needed to pee rather badly.

“Doctor McTaggert!” He cried out pleadingly as he tugged at the strap over his stomach, trying to get out of the medical crib. The rails were stainless steel, not made of wood and cheery like a regular baby crib.

The doctor soon strode into the room, smiling down at her charge.

“Why all the fuss baby? Did you enjoy your nappy? Your mommy will be here this evening.” She said in her sweetest voice as she came over to the crib and let down the side.

“Lemme up!” Caleb whined miserably.

“Oh someone’s cranky after their nap. Remember lil boy you already have a punishment coming for putting up a fuss about the potty earlier. Now if you can sit still lets check that diaper of yours.”

She smiled and folded up his shirt over his chest. Caleb decided it was best to settle down and get the humiliating diaper check over with. The doctor crooked a finger and slid it in under the tight waist band, wiggling it around on the smooth skin where his tummy met his penis. She felt no wetness and pinched the diaper just to be sure.

“Hmmm you’re all dry. Let me note this down.” She said, heading off to get her clip board with a frown, her manner becoming much more clinical.

“But Doctor I gotta pee!” Caleb whined miserably.

“I’ll only be a moment. I’m not throwing away a perfectly good disposable so you may as well wet in that.” The doctor said coldly as she picked up her chart.

“No!” Came the predictable reply from Caleb.

“Baby if you don’t hush up I’ll make sure you wet. If you want to cry like a baby you’ll use your diaper like one.” The doctor said calmly as she wrote on the chart.

Caleb continued to whine as she marked down that more medication was needed before his nap time. Although this would increase the possibility of day time wetting, that was acceptable at this stage.

Meanwhile Caleb squeezed his legs together as much as the diaper would allow, putting them in a diamond shape. He looked up and stopped his fussing as the doctor stroked his hair.

“Can I get up now?” He asked more softly.

“I told you baby, I’m not throwing away a perfectly good diaper. Wet yourself like a good boy now.” The doctor ordered. Caleb scrunched up his face defiantly.

The doctor didn’t appear bothered and wiggled the waistband of his diaper down. She next grabbed one of his ankles and secured it to the side of the crib, forcing the knee to bend. The other leg received the same treatment as Caleb began to scream and fuss and his legs were soon spread wide apart. The doctor now put four fingers down the front of his diaper but was disappointed not even to feel a dribble.

“Caleb. I’m going to have to induce urination now.” She stated in a matter of fact fashion. She tapped her fingers along his lower stomach until she found the bone in the center. Just above this, she knew, was the bladder. She put the heel of her hand over his navel and with her fingers began to rub rhythmically up and down massaging deep into the tissue to put pressure on the bladder.

Caleb tried to tug her hand away but she slapped his hands back with her free hand. With each time she pressed he felt the pressure growing and his muscles relaxing until finally he let go into the diaper. She continued the massage until she was content that he had soaked the diaper, watching her charge cry miserably at his helplessness.

She soon unstrapped him and helped him down from the crib, letting him cry until he finally settled down and sniffled out a request to be changed.

“You were a bad boy, so you can wait to be changed until after lunch. Your mommy will be here and she can help.” Caleb pouted at this pronouncement but he knew better than to argue anymore.

“Ok doctor…” He said very softly. She took his hand and let him to the kitchen sitting him down in the chair she’d selected for him and set with a pbj sandwich and some milk and chips.

Caleb pouted as his diaper squished and he ate and drank heartily to get the meal over with. The doctor soon poured a second cup of milk. Caleb could scarcely finish half of it and asked to be excused.

“You need to finish your milk so you’ll be a big boy one day. No getting up til you’re done.” The doctor said firmly.

“But I am a big boy and I…”

“I know you wanna get up” The doctor said in a mocking tone. “Finish your milk now or things will get worse.” The doctor threatened.

Caleb soon settled and tried to stop fidgeting as he sipped at his milk, feeling the cold liquid trickle down to his tummy. It seemed like forever before he finished it and showed the doctor the empty sippy cup.

“Good boy!” She poured as she picked him up. “Would baby like changed now?”

Caleb nodded eagerly and she smiled. She held him on her hip and started slowly for the nursery, bouncing him a bit to rub the wet diaper around

and prolong his punishment. She was just laying him on the changing table, causing the wet diaper to squish between his legs again, when the doorbell rang.

“Oh that’ll be your mommy. Come on lets go see her!” The doctor said enthusiastically, setting him down on the floor. Caleb didn’t need any prompting and scampered at top speed to go open the front door. The doctor covered a laugh as she watched the soggy diaper bob along as his bottom wiggled, his bare legs spread slightly by it.

Caleb flung open the door and hopped into his mother’s arms. Becky smiled and gathered him up, holding him with one hand under his bottom and chuckling as she felt the dampness. She called out to the Doctor who was just exiting the nursery.

“He’s all wet. Guess you just got him up from his nap?”

“Oh no he’s just finished lunch. I kept him in the wet diaper as a punishment for fussing with me.” The doctor explained, drawing a cringe from Caleb. He just clung to his mommy and kept quiet, hoping the doctor wouldn’t continue.

“Ah I hope he wasn’t too naughty. He must just be cranky about making wettums in his lil didey during his nappy.” She said in her most babying voice as she looked down to the boy in her arms. Caleb’s cheeks turned pink and he hid his face in her shirt as he whined softly.

“Oh no, I had him wet his diaper after he woke up. He was being fussy like a toddler so I figured he should feel like one. I was just about to change him into some undies when you came, but maybe it would be better to keep him in a diaper if he’s going to have a long car ride home.” The doctor suggested, with a malicious smile. Caleb whined and clung to his mother all the more tightly. “No mommy don’t make me wear diapers I just wanna go home!” He pleaded, looking up at her.

“I think he can make it… But we should probably change him before he gets rashy and ends up crankier.” His mother said with a laugh.

“Oh he can wait a while, I can get you some coffee or something.” The doctor ordered, enjoying keeping the boy uncomfortable. He’d need to get used to a wet diaper soon enough.

“I can get it.’ His mother said. She didn’t want to rush his therapy too much and she patted his diapered bottom to soothe him.

“Alright you go ahead and grab some coffee I think I can handle the lil one a while longer.” The doctor said as she walked over. It took some doing to pry Caleb off of his mother and he began to cry and fuss in the doctor’s arms. She was used to holding him still as he cried and she soon had him in the nursery with the door closed while his mother was making some drinks for the grown ups.

The doctor took off his shirt and then strapped him down on the changing table, undoing the tapes and then slipping off the wet diaper.

“Does Cabe want a diaper for the ride home?” She asked teasingly, predictably drawing more crying. She went to get a fresh diaper and displayed it for him, watching the display of kicking and fussing this elicited.

“Oh alright you can have your undies. Later I’ll get mom a waterproof car seat for you so it wont matter. If you wet a little like you did earlier.”

Caleb calmed considerably at this and allowed her to redress him, this time adding pants. He was soon being led out to the living room. He looked hopefully to the kitchen door only to find the doctor’s hands slip under his arm pits and lift him, settling him in the play pen.

“You stay here baby. Doctor McTaggert needs to talk to your mommy.”

This drew the biggest round of tantrums yet and the doctor left him laying in the play pen, pounding the padded bottom and screaming for his mommy.

The doctor slipped into the kitchen with her chart and sat down to discuss Caleb’s progress with his mother, and to suggest the treatment plan and medications he’d need.

“He’s not doing too bad. He’s stubborn, but that goes with being a boy I suppose.” The doctor explained.

“Did you really manage to get him to wet during the day?” His mother asked, ignoring her son’s cries as they grew softer, more tired.

“Oh it took some doing believe me. But that was just for a punishment, we’re no where near the stage where he’ll be needing to wet regularly. For now just get him home and keep him on the medications, I’ve increased the dosage for nap time. I think we can lay off the sedatives for bed time because he always seems too fussy in the mornings.”

“I noticed that too.” His mother added. “But what if he starts getting up to use the bathroom?”

“If he has too many dry nights, maybe two in a row, call me and we can deal with it. But for now we need to focus on helping him to have a day time accident without being forced. I want him to wet at least once during the day by mid week. If no bring him in and I’ll have a look at him. If he does cooperate though we’ll follow the plan and meet up in a week or so to check up on him. I think he’s settled enough for the ride home now. I’ll see you soon Becky. Take care of the little brat.” The doctor said with a grin.

“Oh I will, don’t worry.” Becky promised. She took the papers and bags of medicine the doctor had offered and then headed out to claim her son.

Caleb stood bolt upright when he saw her and began trying to climb out of the play pen. He was half way to doing so when his mother picked him up to get him the rest of the way out.

“We’re all done baby. The doctor thinks you’ll be just fine. Why don’t you go say bye bye?” She asked.

“No!” Came the rather final response.

Becky rolled her eyes at her child’s defiance and called out a goodbye for both of them before leading the boy out to the car. She didn’t bother asking if he needed to wet, it would be easier for him to forget that way.

“I missed you Mommy…” Caleb said softly as he hugged her before hopping in the car. She fastened his seat belt and they were off. Becky decided to carefully gauge how badly he needed to pee, and decide how long it would take them to get home based on this. She wanted to get him ahead of schedule to show the doctor what a good mommy she was to her baby boy.

She drove slowly and took the scenic route, soon noticing that Caleb was squirming and squeezing his legs together, the two cups of milk having gone right through him.

“Want to go out for lunch baby?” She asked, turning down a random road that lead to a McDonalds, maybe.

“I kinda gotta pee if we stop somewhere…” Caleb said softly, fidgeting in his seat.

“Oh well lets just head right home then.” Becky said with a smile. “I’ll look for a place to turn around.”

Becky continued to use the worst directions imaginable for ten more minutes, smiling as she say Caleb’s desperation and his little face scrunching up.

“It’s going to be a while kiddo, traffic is awful.” She said in mock exasperation.

“Mommy can’t we stop somewhere I gotta peeeee!” He whined loudly.

“This is the highway Caleb, there isn’t anywhere to pee. Just relax and try not to think about it. Was the doctor nice?” She asked as if she didn’t already know.

“No!” Caleb said loudly again.

“Baby use your indoor voice ok?” She requested sweetly as she turned off onto another street that led vaguely towards their house.

“Mommy I really gotta go pleeeeease!” He pleaded, the attempt at conversation not having helped at all. Caleb wished he’d thought to pee before leaving, but he’d just wanted to go home so bad.

“Are you going to wet yourself like you do at night?” She asked teasingly.

“No!” Caleb whined.

“Awwww baby needs to wet his panties.” She said playfully and moved to tickle his stomach. That was all it took and she soon had a crying child and a soaked seat. She pullerd off to the road while he was still wetting and got a towel she’d conveniently set in back under him before taking the direct route home.

“I am very disappointed in you Caleb. We’re going to have to have a talk once we get home.” She chided as they pulled into the driveway.

“Mommy I couldn’t help it.” Caleb tried to explain as he squirmed in his wet undies.

“I know, maybe you’re still sick, but I cant have you wetting during the day like at night. Come on, I’ll get you inside.” She went around to his side and opened the door, offering her hand. Caleb took it and she clasped his firmly. Caleb was hell bent on getting in before anyone could see. Becky knew he needed to get used to such embarassment, but she couldn’t bring herself to slow him down and she released his hand, letting him get inside.

“Sit down on the kitchen floor Caleb, mommy will change you in a bit.” She commanded. As sad a state as he was in, Caleb thought it best to listen, after all if he didn’t she might send him back to the doctor! Caleb settled his wet butt in the corner in the kitchen, watching his mother come to sit down in a chair facing him and looking down at his wet state.

“Caleb, you already had one accident today at the doctor’s. I think you’re getting worse.” His mother scolded softly, trying to find a way to make this new humiliating announcement to him.

“She made me it wasn’t my fault!” Caleb whined, fussing and kicking his feet.

“It was a punishment, so it was your fault for being bad… Do you want mommy to have to put you back in diapers?”

“NO!” Caleb shouted, getting even crankier. “I wanna get changed and dry.” He added, as if he figured she would instantly do so.

“Soon baby… But sit still for a second. The doctor told me she started supervising your potty trips. Would you like mommy to do that to make sure you get to go peepee on time?” She asked condescendingly. She was un-surprised when this was met with a pout.

“It wont be that bad, and it’ll only last a few weeks until you’re all better. I promise.” She said truthfully, though Caleb could see a curious gleam in her maternal gaze. “Come on mommy will get you changed and then we can have some ice cream ok?”

Caleb smiled a tiny bit and nodded, offering his mother his little hand. She led him to his room where she’d placed a new changing mat she’d bought on his bed to introduce him to it. She hadn’t expected it to be necessary so soon.

“I got this so it’ll be less mess when changing time comes. Lay down with your bottom on the mat ok?” She requested, knowing he would do as told. The doctor’s approach worked, but with far more kicking and screaming.

Becky wasted no time stripping her child and getting him settled into a new pair of undies, shirt and sweatpants. She’d used a good many baby wipes to clean him up, but she liked the scent and didn’t want to try to get her cranky son into a bath.

The ice cream was had and time passed until Caleb felt the need to both wet and mess. He started for the bathroom but his mother was quicker and grabbed his wrist.

“Where were you going Caleb?” She asked pointedly.

“The bathroom…” He answered, having somehow hoped she’d simply forget.

“You need to ask mommy to take you from now on.”

“Ok…” He answered resignedly, looking up at her. “What do you say?” She prompted him. She was pleased to hear a much tinier, more babyish voice exude from him as he asked. “Mommy can you take me to the bathroom?”

“Of course honeybunch.” She replied readily. She led him by the hand and soon had his undies around his ankles, sitting him down.

“Number one or number two?” She asked.

“Both.” Caleb groaned as he felt her eyes roaming over him.

“Ok go ahead baby.” She said, starting to stroke his hair and rub his stomach to calm him. He looked about for a moment before finally letting loose. His mother clapped once he was done and then had him stand up. She retracted his foreskin and wiped up his penis and even under his scrotum before putting the toilet lid down and having him lay down. Caleb shivered at the cold and whined all the more when his mother wiped his bottom for him, poking at his little hole a bit to make sure she got every nook and cranny.

Caleb was thoroughly embarrassed by the time she redressed him, but he soon began to get used to having his potty matters controlled by his mother once again.

While she was doing well in this regard, Becky seemed to be having trouble with the night time training. Thanks to the lower doses of sedative Caleb was waking up, sometimes damp and sometimes dry, in time to use the bathroom. After three days of these problems and feigning congratulations at his progress Becky called the doctor, who informed her of the necessary steps. The next day for Caleb’s nap Becky upped the sedative dose and slipped out to purchase a few

items. She returned to see if her little one was wet, knowing she had a way to make sure he would if he didn’t, and just needing to find a good cover for doing it to him. The next few days were sure to be pivotal to Caleb’s training, and Becky decided she was ready to take things a bit further.

Caleb was wet when she checked his diaper, the first time in a day or two, and Becky let him sleep while she called the doctor and chatted. Dr. McTaggert was far from pleased that Caleb still had night time control, but she offered a good way for Becky to put her plan into action to settle this little problem. They agreed that his most recent wetting had been due to the high dose of sedatives combined with the diuretic, but they didn’t want to keep giving him such medication. So Becky went out to the car and got the items she had ready for further training.

She let him slowly wake up while she went up to the attic to make sure the old rails for his bed were around. She was glad to still have him in a youth bed that could convert into a crib, as that was just what she’d need for him soon. Once they were dusted and stashed away somewhere out of sight she responded to her son’s whining. She found him crying in his bed, the covers kicked away to reveal the wet diaper.

Caleb had felt he was doing so well. He’d stayed dry for two days straight and at night too. It was being away from the doctor that made him better, he figured. But now he wasn’t sure he was getting better at all.

Becky soothed him and got him settled enough to get the changing pad under him and take off his diaper. She longed to change him into a clean one and get the un portty training over with faster, but she knew that boys had to work at their own pace. He’d been awful to potty train, so the reversal process might even be easier, especially with so much help from the doctor.

She decided for now she’d let it go and just put a clean pair of undies and some clothes on him, getting him dressed as she dried his tears.

“It’s ok baby you havent wet in a long time and mommy’s very proud of you. If you dont wet tonight we can start taking you out of diapers for the night.” She promised, hoping to brighten his day.

Caleb readily agreed and seemed much happier. The rest of the day went along quietely and Caleb was much less grudging when he asked his mom to take him potty, since he knew that it would soon be over.

Becky knew better, and had already worked out a house call for tomorrow around bed time. The dinner she prepared lacked any medication at all, and she was generous with dessert and even a bit of soda. She wanted him a hyper around bedtime, unlike usual. Because of this dinner went very well and Caleb didnt put up too much of a fduss when it was bed time, placated as he was by the sweet treats.

“Baby Mommy has something for you before bed. The doctor said she wanted me to give you some special medicine to make sure we hyave this cold beat.” His mother explained coaxingly as she brought him to his room. “Can you get nakie for your diaper anlay down?” She asked.

“Do I gotta go to bed?” Caleb pouted. He knew he was pushing his luck though and soon began to strip.

“Yes baby. Be good, mommy gave you nice dessert so you have to be have. Stay right there.” His mother left to mix up a bowl of water and the diuretic and to get the enema syringe.

Caleb was laying on his back atop the rubbery pad when she came back and set down a tub of vaseline as well as the bowl and the odd looking tube with the rubbery bulb at th e end… Caleb quickly recognized these things and began to fuss. He had been good, so why did he need another enema?

“I know Caleb, I know” His mother soothed. She sat down and began to rub his tummy while she slid something under his bed with the other hand.

“Mommy dont make me please!” He begged and squirmed as she caught up his ankles in one hand and slid a fresh diaper under his bottom.

“Shhhh its ok. Its just a little bit of medicine to help you keep from wetting. It wont hurt.” She promised while she globbed the vaseline on her finger and began to spread it around his bottom.

Caleb squirmed and fought but his mother was patient and just let hi struggle while she got him ready. Once satisfied that he was lubricated enough she swatted his bottom lightly to make him hold still. Caleb just stared up at her with a whimper, hoping that she would suddenly decide to be nice to him and let him go.

His hopes were dashed when the thermometer slid in and his mother set his bottom back down on the pad and released his ankles.

“There now. All that fuss over just having your teperature taken in your little bottom.” His mother teased as she began to fill the bulb syringe.

“But I really dont want an enema!” Caleb tried to reason.

“Baby you need it to get better. Do you want to end up having to wear diapers all the time?” His mother asked. She tried to mention this idea s often as possible to slowly get the child used to it.

“No… Caleb conceded as she slid out the thermometer and picked his legs up again. “Ok now just sit still there wont be much. The doctor tells me you enjoy your enema time anyhow.” Becky said brightly as she slid the bulb syringe in. Surely enough Caleb’s penis reacted. He didnt squirm too much as three more insertions were made, and he only dribbled a little bit.

His mother soon announced that he was done and smiled as she saw his stiff peepee against his tummy. She grabbed a bottle of baby oil and squirted a generouis amount all over him, rubbing it in thoroughly and paying special attention to his peepee.

Caleb cooed and giggled, quite liking this feeling. Like most boys he knew that it felt good when attention was paid to his peepee and it got stiff, but the doctor and his mother had always forbidden him from touching himself. He st ill rubbed it against the bed sometimes though and that was what Becky was counting on for tonight.

She had been mortified when, as a toddler, he’d discovered touching himself, and largely broken him of the habit. But as she fastened his diaper up with his peepee pointing straight up his belly button she knew just what would happen later, and she was ready for it. She tucked Caleb in and kissed him Goodnite, leaving the room to go sit in her own room and listen to the abby monitor under his bed.

Caleb felt odd with the enema moving through him, but there wasnt enough in him to make him need to expel very much. He could have gone to sleep but he was oddly hyper and wanted to play. And besides, he felt quite good just now. He was too young to understand why, but with his mother unlikely to catch him he decided to toy with his

peepee. Of course putting his hands in the diaper was out so he went with the old standby of grinding his diapered crotch against the bed, forcing his penis to slide up and down in the diaper, almost breaching the waistband a few times and causing the bed to creak. He was just starting to have a very good time when his mother burst in the door.

“Bradly! What are you doing?” She demanded harshly as she stormed over to the bed. “Mommy I wasnt bein bad I was sleepin I ummm I had to pee” Caleb tried to ad lib an excuse. It didnt help at all as his mother pulled down his diaper quickly and saw his stiff little peepee moist and reddened fro mhis attentions.

“Bad baby!” She cried, grabbing him up and carrying him to a chair. Caleb jknew what was coming and struggled his best to get free, starting to cry. Becky first put his diaper over her lap and then folded him overtop of the diaper just in case there were any further accidents. Seconds later Caleb’s pleasure was turned to pain as she spanked him soundly. The swats felt even worse as his bottom was still soft and moist from the baby oil. When he was sobbing and no longer struggling she carried her wailing son back to his bed and layed him down firmly on his back.

“Don’t move or there’ll me more of that!” She said firmly as she moved off to fetch some more equipment for his punishment.

She returned and began to reattach four rails to his bed, cribbing him in as though he were just an infant. Caleb by now had stopped crying and was watching this in mute horror. Did she think he was really a baby now?

“Mommy I dont wa…” She cut him off with just one firm maternal look. Once the crib railings were all attached she grabbed his wrist and fasted it to one of the slats with a velcro cuff. She did the same with his other wrist. Now he began to squirm and cry softly, pleading with her not to. His mother didnt listen to his mewling and soon both his legs were strapped down and spread as well.

“Now that will keep you out of trouble for tonight. Maybe if you’re a good by we can figure out a new way to keep you from touching your naughty boy parts later, but for now you’re going to have to be restrained.”

Caleb looked up at her and began to cry all over again. She took pity on him and rubbed his tummy gently, snmoothing his hair from his face and cooiong to him until she calmed down. She then left and turned out the lights.

Caleb lay in this dark sore world for a long time, squirming and whimpering. At every little noise he hoped his mommy had come to release him. When he realized thsi wouldnt happen he began to cry all over again and finally tired hismelf into sleep.

But Caleb’s punishment wasn’t over yet. He woke hours later with a terrible need to wet, and a funny feeling in his bottom. He whined for his mommy and on the other end of the baby monitor she woke up. She listened to his cries grow more desperate and smiled a bit. He’d have to wet himself. She flipped off the baby monitor, knowing how this would end.

Caleb struggled in the straps and tried to hold it in, but he soon began to dribble. It would have been easier to hold it if not for his legs being splayed apart by the cuffs. Caleb begged for his mommy one last time and then gave in to the burning sensation within him. His diaper was soon flooded with pee, and the spasms in his bottoms came beyond his control as well, pushing out a small amount of watery poop into the back of the diaper. He whined loudly for his mommy but once more knew she wasnt coming. Abandoned, wet, messy and unable to move Caleb felt utterly miserable as he cried himself to sleep once more, ready to take any alternative his mommy had to being strapped down in a crib at bed time.

Chapter 3

Caleb woke up in a wet dirty diaper. He hadn’t had any sedatives the night before as his mother hadn’t wanted him falling asleep before he got himself in trouble. It was unfortunate for him since this meant he wasn’t likely to be able to fall back asleep in the state he was in.

He was sore from being in the same position, and his diaper was terribly itchy and clammy. When he moved he could feel the diaper sticking to him between his legs as it was a bit messy. The front was terribly wet as well and he could feel it around his thighs almost to the point of leaking and very cold where the air met the absorbent material.

Caleb couldn’t believe this was happening to him. As if the humiliation of being caught rubbing his penis against the diaper wasn’t bad enough, he’d now have to face his mother with a wet messy diaper that he couldn’t do anything about. Regardless that embarrassment was better than spending anymore time stuck in the crib!

The familiar “Mommy” Wail reached Becky’s ears and she soon came into her son’s room, which still looked fairly like a big boys room except for the crib and a few diapering supplies. She’d have to change that soon, she mused.

“What’s wrong baby?” She asked sweetly as she wipes up his slightly sweaty brow, smelling the scent of the dirty diaper and smiling inwardly.

“Mommy lemme up!” Caleb begged, squirming as best he could.

“Baby you were very bad last night and mommy needs to do things so it doesn’t happen again. I’m sorry but you left me no choice. I’ve talked to the doctor and she has a way to keep you from playing with your peeepee that might not be so unpleasant, if you’re willing to try it…” She said with a smile. It was best to get him to agree to it now.

“Ok ok just lemme up!” Caleb begged. He was soon released and had his diapered bottom rolled up as his mother slid the changing pad under him. Caleb was simply too weak and tired to resist after such a night, and he’d slept poorly. His mother knew he’d be just as cranky as if he’d had the sedatives, but this had been necessary to get him to submit to the next parts of his training. Besides, she thought, this would give her a chance to practice changing dirty diapers.

Caleb laid still as she undid the tapes and then tickled his stomach playfully just to try to get a smile. She gained perhaps half of one before it faded once she peeled away the slimy diaper.

“Awww smelly baby” Becky teased with soft laughter. She quickly stopped when it looked like her child was ready to cry. She whiped off some of the mess with the diaper and then took care of the rest with baby whipes. She noted the redness reaching from his perineum all up the line of his little butt crack and frowned, taking out some rash cream and rubbing it on.

“Does that feel better Cabe?” She cooed, still trying to get him in a better mood.

“Yes mommy” Caleb said with a tiny smile.

“Good baby. I want you feeling and looking well for when the doctor comes by. We’d better get you a bath before then too.” She said thoughtfully. She wasn’t surprised when Caleb burst into tears at these latest revelations. She managed to wiggle some underwear on him and wrap him up in his blanket, trying to calm him while she took him down to breakfast.

Becky set him in a seat and smiled to him as she put a bowl of oatmeal and some milk in front of him. She’d decided to begin to slowly alter his diet, but without making any definite statement on what she was doing. Too much at once would just make for a cranky little boy.

“Here you go baby. Stop sniffling and eat up, you’ll feel better.” She smiled sweetly and sat down beside him to have her coffee and some cereal. Caleb soon decided that he was a bit hungry and began to eat. Halfway through his fruit he looked up at his mother.

“Does the doctor really have to come?” He asked sullenly.

“Yes baby.” She replied, reaching a hand out to pat his thigh. “But it will just be a short visit and she won’t be here for long. And besides with this treatment mommy wont have to strap you down before bed.” She said, giving him reason to look on the bright side.

“Ok Mommy” Caleb agreed. He soon finished his breakfast and climbed into Becky’s lap to get comfy. She smiled dwon at him and simply cuddled him for a while. He was going to have a hard day. After a few moments passed she shifted him about.

“Come on kiddo it’s time for your bath.” She said, grabbing him up before he could try to scamper off.

“Awww mom I just had one of those yesterday.” He reasoned. Since he always said this he didn’t expect it to be much help and was unsurprised when he was set down on the bathroom floor to watch his mother fill the tub. She didn’t asked if

he needed to pee. She wanted him to do it in the tub, to get used to wetting away from the toilet. She soon snatched him up and plopped him in the bath despite his protestations.

Caleb fussed while his mother scrubbed up his hair and gently wiped over his penis and bottom. His diaper rash had cleared up from being able to air out and it wasn’t quite as red anymore, although it did draw a bit of whining while she cleaned him there. Becky soon left him to play on his own, giving him a babyish rubber ducky and then heading to his room to prepare things.

Caleb was finally alone and feel to do things unsupervised. He soon ended up peeing in the bath, glad to be able to wet without his mother or the doctor watching. He was engrossed in his play and scarcely noticed an hour passing. Finally his mother came in to see if he’d grown fins and chuckled as she found him playing with a little toy boat. He looked up at her in surprise as he noticed her and just smiled. It was always terrible getting the little boy into the bath, but then he didn’t want to leave.

“Come on honey, lets get you out of there and up to your room. Did you have fun?” She asked. Caleb nodded vigorously and recounted the adventures of boat and ducky to her. She just chuckled as she listened and wrapped a towel around him, draining the water and heading downstairs.

“You must be tired from all that fun.” His mother said pointedly. Caleb naturally missed this point, partly because he wanted to.

“No way!” He said with a giggle.

“Well good then. You can watch TV for a bit until the doctor comes. His mother offered, setting him on the couch clad in just the towel. Becky had to take him to the bathroom twice before the door bell rang and the doctor entered. Caleb looked up and whimpered, pulling the towel around himself as it had fallen aside.

“Now baby that’s nothing I havent seen before.” The doctor said with a smirk.

“Say hi to Dr. McTaggert like a good boy.” His mother said firmly as the doctor walked in, carrying a bag of supplies.

“Hi.”Caleb murmured softly as he moved to stand behind his mother, still wearing his towel over as much of his body as he could.

“It should be about time to get him ready for his nap, right Becky?” The doctor asked with a smile that promised something bad for him.

“Nuh uh I’m not tired!” Caleb declared. His mother grabbed his arm and moved him to stand infront of her, tugging the towel down and swatting his bottom.

“Don’t talk back baby. You definitely need a nap if you’re going to argue with Dr. McTaggert, especially when she came to help you.

“What do you mean?” Caleb asked, looking between the two of them and covering his crotch with both his hands.

“I mean…” The doctor started, kneeling down to his level and moving his hands. “That I have a better way to keep you from being bad while you’re in bed. Your mom tells me that you don’t like being restrained when sleepy time comes?” She asked as though she didn’t already know the answer.

The memory of that morning was still fresh in Caleb’s mind and he shook his head vigorously.

“Well come on” The doctor said as she picked him up and the three of them started for his room. “I have a way to keep you from playing with your peepee that will still let you move around. It’ll feel odd at first but I’m sure you’ll get used to it.”

The doctor smiled and brought him into his room.

“Where’s the changing table?” She asked his mother pointedly.

“Oh I don’t have one for him anymore.” His mother answered as she lay the changing pad down on the bed.

“You’ll need to have a changing table set up for all his diapering supplies, and it helps to be able to hold him more securely, especially for things like this. Go ahead and get a diaper ready, he’ll need it.” The doctor winked at Caleb and he just lay there and fidgeted. He didn’t want to know what was in that bag.

His mother lifted his legs, drawing him out of his contemplations as she put the diaper under his bottom and wipes him up with a baby wipe. “Baby can you put your hands on your tummy for me?” She asked with a small smile.

“What’s going to happen mommy?” Caleb asked as bit nervously as he complied.

“It’s ok little one the doctor is just going to put the tube in your peepee again to help you behave.” She said as she put both his wrists in one of her hands and pressed down to hold his upper body while her other arm went over his thighs holding him still.

“Nooo not that!” Caleb whined, remembering the catheter thing as soon as he saw the doctor pull it out. It looked different this time, a foley catheter with a small balloon at the end.

“Hold him steady Becky while I get the lubricant in.” The doctor instructed, holding his penis up towards his belly and poking a round tipped syringe into it as she held the lips apart with pressure on the top and bottom of his glans. Caleb yelped and began to whimper as she forced the cold gel into his urethra and then withdrew the

syringe, preparing the catheter.

“Has he wet recently?” The doctor asked, trying to decide what to set the catheter up for.

“Yes he just had a bath, he’s been wetting at bath time recently.” His mother said matter of factly.

“Oh that’s to be expected with boys, very little bladder control at all. But it makes things easier, I can just run the test and then leave it in.” With this the doctor began to force the tube with its slightly bulbous top into his penis. Caleb whined with each inch that it went in until he felt the pressure somewhere in his tummy. The doctor smiled at his face and tickled him a bit, and he soon felt the tube slide in past the resistance in him.

The doctor held up a bag of clear fluid and Caleb felt the need to pee start to rise. “Same as last time baby. Tell me when you cant hold it anymore ok?” The doctor asked as coaxingly as her businesslike demeanor would allow. Caleb whined and tried to calm down for a while but soon began to squirm and try to pee, the pressure being too much. The doctor smiled and marked something down on a chart before lowering the bag to drain him. Once all the liquid was out she detached the bag and drew an injection needle.

Caleb began to struggle all the more until she inserted it not into him, but into the catheter. Caleb felt something wiggle within him and then it was over. He lay there looking up at his mother as she released him.

“I know baby I know that was so bad right? But you shouldn’t have been naughty. And besides this will be better than being restrained right?” Becky asked with a sweet smile.

Caleb could only nod softly as he lay atop the diaper, the end of the catheter just barely poking out of his urethra.

“He’ll get used to it I’m sure.” The doctor stated as she observed her work and then nodded satisfactorily. “But during the punishment he might act up or regress, start having accidents. You already take him to the potty don’t you?” The doctor asked, paying no attention to her squirmy patient.

“Oh yes.” Becky replied with a nod. Caleb blushed and whined, but was ignored.

“It might be best to add some additional protection. I’d suggest pull ups training pants for him during the day.” The doctor said helpfully.

“NO!” Caleb cried. “I’m not wearing diapers!” Finally the two women looked at him, though he now wished they had kept talking over his head.

“Baby the adults are talking and its rude to interupt!” His mother chided angrily as she swatted his thigh.

“It’s ok Becky I figured this might happen. Get his legs up.”

Becky moved to do just that and was met with a great deal of kicking and fussing. Caleb couldn’t believe this. Now he wasn’t allowed to pee on his own and worse yet they were going to treat him like a toddler. He had had too much and it showed as he threw a screaming spitting tantrum.

It took his mother and the doctor to get him under control and as he struggled in his mother’s arms he felt the doctor apply some vaseline and slide something into his bottom.

“There that’ll stop baby’s cranky streak, nice nappy time medicine.” The doctor said with a grin.

Caleb continued to whine softly but his mother knew he wouldn’t be any trouble now and laid him down.

“I’ve got him Dr. Thanks.” Becky said as she taped up his diaper and picked him up to take him to his crib. Caleb glared at the doctor over his mother’s shoulder but his eyes were already sleepy.

He tried to fight to stay awake and squirm around. Keeping active would let him stay up. His mother noticed and gave him a disapproving frown before gathering him in her arms and starting to rock him gently and hum. She promised him everything would be ok and quieted him. Soon he felt weaker and sleepier and he couldn’t squirm anymore.

The doctor and Becky stood staring down at the senseless boy as he lay in just the diaper, sleeping soundly.

“Do you think I should go get the trainers while he’s sleeping?” Becky asked.

“No, it’s better to force him to participate in the process. They are after all his trainers.” The doctor said, stressing the possessive

“Alright I’ll give him a while to nap. Anything else I need to buy?” Becky asked, sure there would be more.

“Oh yes.” The doctor said with a chuckle. “He’ll need some more foley catheters, at least fourteen since you’ll be using them at nap time too. We need to reduce his bladder size, it’s scarcely gone down at all in the first weeks of training. Also I think it’s about time you invested in a changing table and high chair for him. Especially the changing table. Oh and a new car seat, he could catch on to what we’re up to at any time and it’s best not to have him run around telling people about the therapy. I can write you a prescription for a toddler harness as well.”

“He’s going to be even crankier once I get ahold of all that.” Becky said with a thoughtful smile.

“Oh yes, but just introduce it gradually. He’ll have a week or two to get used to the training pants before the next phase starts and in that time you can get him used to some of the new equipment. Stick to the plan I gave you and bring him by in another week. I’m eager to see your progress, baby Caleb.” The doctor smiled and squeezed the front of his diaper, smiling all the more when she found it to be warm. The doctor left and his

mother soon followed with a quick look over her shoulder.

“Have a good nap Cabey-Wabey, we have a big afternoon planned for you.” And she shut the door.

It was an hour or two later that Caleb woke up in a clammy diaper. He was used to this by now, but his penis felt somewhat funny. He wiggled his diapered crotch against the bed and gave a small whimper as he felt the catheter tube wiggle inside him. Any pressure on the diaper pushed the tube about uncomfortably, not to mention squishing the wetness against him. Caleb sat up slowly, quite groggy from the suppository. He had to get out of this mess, and it only got worse as his thoughts cleared.

Was he really going to have to wear training pants now? This wasn’t fair! He wasn’t a toddler, he was just a little ill and the doctor could make him all better. Of course he didn’t ever want to see the doctor again, and that just made things more complicated. The remedy to all of this, he figured, was his mother, whom he was soon crying for.

Becky came into the room with a gentle smile and plucked him up into her arms. “Oh Caleb such a lot of noise, calm down baby we have lots to do.” She said brightly, contrasting her demeanor with her less happy child’s.

“Mommy you don’t think I need trainin pants do you?” Caleb asked, looking up at her as she busied herself preparing the changing mat and a new change of clothes. She hadn’t even bothered to check if he was wet.

“Of course not baby but the doctor says you should.” She said as she laid him down on the pad and began to undo the tabs of the diaper. She thought better of lifting it just yet, remembering the days when Caleb was a real baby and a diaper change could be turned into a game of pee roulette. She instead gathered up the syringe that would deflate the balloon on the catheter so she could take that out quickly.

“Ok Caleb, how does your peepee feel?” She asked as she pressed on his lower tummy to make sure there wasn’t any pee left to dribble out of him.

“It’s a little sore mommy and it feels like I’m having an accident” He said, still getting used to the way the catheter held his bladder open.

“That’s ok baby lets get that yucky thing out of you.” Becky said with a smile. She soon had his diaper down and quickly wiggled the end of the tube out a bit, making Caleb wince as he felt a tug inside him. She then slipped the needle into a valve and pulled the plunger back until it read the same amount in the needle as the doctor had initially put into the catheter. Becky then gently wiggled the catheter out of him.

Caleb winced as the catheter cleared a curve inside of him and just whined a bit, but he had to hold still. He wanted it out more than she did. Becky, satisfied, threw the catheter away and swatted his legs apart, bending in to peer at the little slit in his penis. It was red, but didn’t seem to bad off. She applied a bit of diaper rash cream around the head and opening of his penis and smiled down at him as she tickled his belly playfully.

“Would Cabe like to have some baby powder?” She asked softly.

“Nuh uh not a baby!” Was the fairly predictable reply. Becky just sighed and dressed him, knowing soon he wouldn’t have much of a choice.

“Now I put you in undies for today, but if you have another accident you’ll be in trainers. Understood?” She asked sternly.

‘Yes Mommy….” Caleb murmured as he stared down.

“Good boy. Now come have some lunch and then we can go out.” She said, leading him to a tray with a sandwich and plenty of juice, which she’d conveniently dosed with a little muscle relaxant and a good bit of the diuretic, the new day time formula.

Caleb settled in to eat, looking up between bites and gulps.

“Where are we going? The fair?” He asked, as though this were a perfectly sensible option.

“Close, but no.” Becky said, smiling at the precocious boy. “We need to go to the mall and get a few things Dr. McTaggert wanted. “Awwww…” Caleb complained. Anything the Doctor wanted for him couldn’t be good.

“No pouting, finish your lunch and we’ll go.” Becky said, as she went to get her purse leaving Caleb to gulp down the large glass of juice, and its dose of special medicine.

Becky smiled at him and packed up a juice box for the car ride. She wanted him to be quite well hydrated, as she already had a fairly clear plan for getting him into the training pants.

“Alright time to go kiddo.” She said, offering him her hand. Caleb blushed and crossed his arms, not wanting to be led about like a baby. Becky shrugged it off and showed him out to the car. She did decide to buckle him in and squeezed the strap on him as a bit of punishment for his defiance. In no time they were rolling down the highway heading for the mall. Becky had already decided on a path that could keep them a good distance from a bathroom, at least until they reached the baby supplies store. She had to hope there was a pharmacy around as well, and she thought she remembered one nearby.

“What are we getting mommy?” Caleb asked. Becky couldn’t hide her smile. He was calling her mommy again all the time, and seemed a bit more dependent. Hopefully he could learn to enjoy his new place and begin to act like the cuddly toddler he was about to become.

“Just a few things pumpkin. It won’t take very long.” She said soothingly. By the time she pulled into the parking lot she could see her son’s legs squeezed together and smiled slyly. This time Caleb did hold her hand as he was feeling a bit sluggish, and she had to slow her pace to let him keep up, thanks to the muscle relaxants.

“Mommy, take me to the bathroom.” Caleb whined when they had just entered the mall.

“We’ll find one near the store we’re going to don’t worry.” Becky cooed to him, leading him along. “Keep an eye out for one ok?” She said encouragingly.

Caleb did, but try as he might he couldn’t see one. By the time they reached the baby supply store Caleb was already whining more desperately, but it turned into a different kind of whining when he saw where his mother was taking him.

“Moooooom! This store’s for babies I’m not goin in there!” He said, stomping his foot authoritatively.

“Then you can stand out there and pee your pants.” She said as though it didn’t matter. “The bathroom’s in here somewhere.” She added. That was all the motivation he needed to grudgingly grasp her hand once more and let her lead him in. He began to peek about for the bathroom and murmured to his mother, tugging on her shirt occasionally as she began to talk to the sales clerk. She knew Caleb would be too embarrassed

to ask to go pee in front of a strange lady, and she planned to keep the conversation going as long as necessary. The clerk, Tiffany, smiled down at Caleb, noting his scrunched up face.

“Is he having trouble potty training? We have baby potties over in aisle five, or diapers in aisle seven. A lot of mothers give up on their first try, especially with boys, but he looks a bit big.” She smiled to him and tickled under his chin. That was all it took as the giggle ended up releasing the floodgates.

Tiffany and Becky both looked down at him and Caleb froze in terror, his face turning red as a puddle began to form on the tile floor after flowing down the inside of his pants leg.

“Oh Caleb how could you!” Becky scolded.

“It’s ok, there’s a changing room down the next aisle, does he have a clean change of undies? Or maybe trainers would be more appropriate?” Sharon suggested helpfully.

“I think so. I’ll get him cleaned up, if you could bring some that would fit him I’d be very glad, I don’t think we need to make any more tracks than necessary.” Becky said as Caleb slowly moved to her and buried his face against her.

“Ok I’ll be right there.” Tiffany nodded and moved off after calling for a mop.

Becky smiled inwardly as she began to drag her soggy boy towards the lady’s bathroom. Caleb moved along with her wordlessly. It felt like everyone was staring at him and he just wanted to cry. His wet pants stuck to his skin with every movement and he only felt the tiniest bit of relief when his mother got him in to the bathroom. Becky wasted no time unfolding the changing table and hoisting Caleb up onto it. He couldn’t help but feel that his elevated state made him all the more noticeable and he began to whine softly.

Becky hushed him and stroked his tummy while she worked at peeling off his wet clothes. A woman walked into the bathroom. Becky hardly worried, but Caleb could feel her eyes on him and almost swore he heard her tsk at his wet condition. The woman moved to do her makeup and Caleb watched her just to focus on something other than the obvious problem.

Becky soon had his pants off, and was satisfied that his socks and shirt were ok, so she lifted his bottom and pulled off his underwear. These she simply tossed In the trash, though Caleb was too busy staring at the lady doing her makeup to take note of this latest ominous sign. Becky made use of a dispenser of baby wipes and wipes Caleb’s crotch, thighs, and legs up fairly well. She didn’t have a lot of wipes and she figured no one would be surprised if her apparent toddler smelled a bit damp.

Tiffany came back in just as Becky had her child’s bottom up in the air to wipe up between his cheeks. Not that it would have gotten wet there, but she figured while she had him like this she might as well.

Tiffany walked over and smiled down at Caleb, carrying a bag of merchandise.

“Did your mommy make you all better?” She asked teasingly. Caleb covered his face and just whimpered, refusing to answer.

“Awww he’s shy.” She cooed as she took a pack of large training pants and some sesame street overalls out of the bag. “I got the least expensive I could, and I brought a bag for his wet things.” She said helpfully.

“Oh you’re a life saver!” Becky exclaimed. “Do you think you could distract him while I get these on? He’s always awful for diaper changes.” Becky explained.

“Sure thing.” Tiffany agreed. “But I thought you were potty training him.” She moved over a bit, handing Becky the package of trainers and tickling under Caleb’s armpits to get him to take his hands from his face. Caleb couldn’t help but giggle a bit and look up at the kind woman, calming down a bit as she didn’t seem to be making such a big deal of the matter. Still it was terribly embarrassing to be seen naked and wet by a stranger.

“Oh I diaper him for bed time, he wets just about every night and usually for nap time.” Becky explained as she tore open the package of trainers and examined the pull ups, deciding they were the right size.

Caleb looked at his mother with a look of utmost betrayal. The humiliation too much for him and drawing yet another tantrum. He screamed at her and tried to get off of the changing table, but Tiffany held him still and his mother had soon swatted his bottom enough to turn the screaming into soft crying. While Tiffany stroked his hair out of his face and cooed to him his mother wiggled the trainers up his legs and then put on the overalls. The two women stood talking over him after he was dressed.

“I’m sorry he’s so cranky, he’s like that around strangers sometimes, and his regression isn’t helping matters. He was doing so well with his training too, even had a few dry nights.” Becky said truthfully.

“I understand. Don’t worry about it I think he’s cute. Listen I need to get back to the register but finish your shopping and I’ll just add this stuff to the bill ok?” Tiffany said with a smile.

‘Thanks again.” Becky said with a bright smile. “I’ll be sure to pay for it.”

“Oh don’t worry. I’m sure you can pay me back by letting me babysit sometime. All the cute little ones around here and I don’t have one of my

own.” Tiff said with a soft sigh, smiling down at Caleb as he finally settled. “Would you like Miss Tiff to come sit for you little one?” She asked him in babying tones. Caleb nodded softly just to make it end and Tiffany smiled down at him before heading out. Becky hefted him off the changing table and stood him infront of her.

“That was very naughty Cabe. I expect you to behave better next time we’re out, especially when someone is so nice as to help hide your accident.” She said pointedly. Caleb managed a submissive nod and offered his mother his hand. She soon led him back out to the aisles, carrying the remaining trainers and a bag with his wet pants in them. She decided it was time to get a cart and in no time Caleb found himself seated in the basket with a belt over his tummy.

“Awww mom…” He started, but Becky silenced him with a glare. “You’re already in trouble Caleb, I don’t need you running around getting into more. Just hush so mommy can get the things you need.” She said, before heading down the aisle where she’d been told the training pants were. She’d need more of those.

“What are we getting?” Caleb asked softly, though with the usual curious hint.

“Oh just a few things baby.” Becky smiled. With his back facing the cart it would be harder for him to see what she selected. Caleb couldn’t help but notice the large box with a picture of a table on it, but he remained blissfully unaware of the harness and car seat in front of the new changing table.

“Hmmm I’m nearly out of space.” Becky said wistfully as she tossed some baby powder into the cart. “Oh I know.” She said with a smile, remembering the doctor’s instructions. “Here baby, hold these.”

Caleb found himself holding a jumbo pack of boys training pants adorned with little characters, though thankfully not baby characters. There was spider man and… wait a minute! These weren’t his!

“Nooo!” He whined as the plastic package with a picture of a gleeful potty training toddler crinkled in his grip.

“Baby… do you want a spanking on your wet bottom?” Becky asked, emphasizing the wet part to remind him why he needed the training pants. Caleb quickly shook his head and quieted.

They continued through the store, giving Becky time to consider some other items her child might be needing further down the road. She was already mentally planning the new nursery she’d add in a spare bedroom, and then turn Caleb’s old room into the new guest room. Perhaps Dr. McTaggert could come stay the night sometime, she thought with a chuckle.

Finally after a good bit of window shopping Becky rolled the cart up to the counter. A clerk came over to scan the boxes while she loaded the smaller merchandise onto the counter. Caleb could only whimper when he realized that Tiffany was checking out the items.

“Hey it’s my favorite big boy!” She gushed, smiling to him. “Howabout you give me those big boy pants so I can check them out and your mommy can get you home?”

Caleb blushed and whimpered, but he saw no way out of it. He handed Tiff the training pants and just looked down while she put them back in the cart and messed up his hair. Tiff and his mother chatted a bit over his head as she checked out his nighttime diapers. He heard some numbers being exchanged and other such adult stuff, and just wiggled a bit. He could feel the training pants were bulky, like wearing two or three pairs of underwear if not more, and they were tight like diapers. And then it was over and the cart was being wheeled out to the parking lot. Becky decided she’d get more catheters tomorrow, as the doctor had left enough to last for a day or two.

“Aren’t you happy baby?” She asked as she settled him into the car and got him belted in.

“What about?” He asked sullenly.

“Mommy has Ms Tiff’s number, she said she could come and babysit you!” Becky said brightly.

The ride home was conducted despite the cranky boy in the back seat.

Chapter 4

Caleb was glad to get inside, away from anyone who might see him. He was sure the training pants were making noise and showing under the overalls, and besides, he had to pee.

“Ok baby, let’s get you to the potty.” His mother said condescendingly as she took his hand. This time she took her time undoing his overalls and watching him squirm. She then pulled down the trainers and aimed his penis towards the toilet. He

wasn’t quite ready for a baby potty yet, that could come later, she thought. She waited patiently until he was done and then turned him around and wiped him up, pulling the trainers back up and then swatting him on his padded bottom lightly.

“Alright let mommy get you a snack and then you can watch some TV, I need to work on a few things.” She said kindly, shooing him off to the living room. Caleb nearly tripped over the overalls and went to pull them up, but he found his mother’s hand holding them down.

“You don’t need those Caleb, it’ll be easier to make it to the potty without them.” She explained helpfully, shooing him once more. He began to move grudgingly.

“But mommy what if someone sees me?” He whimpered.

“No one’s coming over today baby you’re alright. Just watch your cartoons. Besides this way if the doctor comes over she can see you’re following her orders. You wouldn’t want her to think you weren’t, would you?” She asked with a smile.

Caleb shook his head and settled on the couch. Becky grabbed up a large glass of juice and some salty chips and made sure Caleb was all settled with them before moving to the spare room and starting to shift things about quietly, moving the boxes in from the car and assembling them. She stocked a dresser with the changing pants and began to move some of Caleb’s clothes in, as well as taking apart the crib and putting it in place of

the bed.

Caleb, distracted by the cartoons, only glanced occasionally and to him it just looked like his mom was doing laundry or, perhaps, setting aside an early Christmas present for him. It took about another hour before Caleb needed to pee again. There didn’t seem to be any sense in asking his mother. He was a big boy and he could prove it by going on his own.

He waited until the commercials though, when he could barely hold it any longer, and scurried along to the bathroom, dribbling a bit as he did. He didn’t know why he needed to wet so badly lately.

Becky meanwhile was walking by with his underwear, to be given to the goodwill store, when she noticed an empty couch and an empty glass of juice. Ever the shrewd one she dropped the underwear in a trash bag and headed for the bathroom. Becky burst in just as Caleb had taken down his dampened trainers and was beginning to pee. He turned quickly, wetting on the floor a bit as he did so and very surprised.

“Bradley!” His mother began, using his full name as he stood there, damp and naked. “What did we agree on?” She demanded. Caleb murmured something non-committal. “Well?” She boomed. “That I’d ask you to take me to the bathroom…” He said softly, staring down at a little puddle on the floor.

“And can you see why?” She boomed. “This will take me forever to clean up, and I put you back in trainers so I wouldn’t have to follow a little boy around cleaning up pee! I can see I made the right decision. Caleb you’re in trouble. Get your panties up right now!” She said.

“But mommy I gotta pee…” He said, fidgeting about. “You already have it seems, all over the floor and…” She picked the trainers up from around his ankles and poked the front.” In your training pants as well. You’re lucky I don’t have you back in diapers full time for this, baby.” She looked satisfied with the fear she’d put in him and then she held the trainers out. “Put them on Caleb and then we’ll talk about your punishment for disobeying mommy.”

Caleb reluctantly stepped into them, feeling the damp chilly wetness where he’d dribbled a bit. Once Becky had him in the trainers she marched him out to the living room and put him in the corner.

“Ok stand there while mommy gets things ready. You can just think about what you’ve done.” She instructed, making sure his nose faced the corner before disappearing. Caleb whined softly, soon needing to pee again. He’d only gotten a little out before he was interrupted.

With nothing else to do Caleb just listened to his mothers steps up the stairs, and the heavier ones coming down. He started to peek over his shoulder but he could feel his mother’s stare on him now, knowing she was in the room.

He heard something moving about and then his mother grasped his shoulder. “Come on baby, let’s get you in your play pen.” She said. And that was just what she’d set up, his old padded playpen with the pictures of dinosaurs on it. Caleb looked up at her and whimpered as he found himself picked up and plopped down inside like a toddler.

“No mommy!” He whined as he flopped down on the padded floor.

“Keep quiet. Mommy needs to go clean up your mess and finish moving some things. If I hear another peep from you it’s a spanking.” She said threateningly. She didn’t enjoy being mean or domineering with him, but he had to learn to accept her rules so his training would go more smoothly. She wanted everything to be on track so the doctor would be happy and things could go easily instead of requiring more medications or fighting.

Caleb pouted and sat in the playpen for what seemed like hours. With nothing else to do his focus increasingly went to his full bladder. He whined softly to himself and stood up, tugging at the rails. He could have climbed out but the walls here just high enough that to do so would make a bit of noise. Finally he couldn’t stand it any longer.

“Mommy I need to pee.” He begged.

The reply came from the guest bedroom this time, his mother apparently having finished in the bathroom.

“Just hold it baby I’ll be done soon.”

Soon as it turned out, seemed to be a long way off as it usually was when she said that word. Caleb found himself dribbling again and did all the old tricks, squeezing his legs together and pressing his hands over his crotch. He couldn’t help but feel thirsty now for some reason and he figured his mother wouldn’t have a problem with him needing a drink. He slowly unclenched his legs and tried to get one of them over the side and then it hit. He couldn’t hold it anymore. A spurt of pee escaped and then quickly stopped, but it had felt so good. Caleb finally gave in and sat down with his legs spread, whimpering as he squirted into the trainers.

The pants absorbed the wetness as he was still wetting the way big boys do, a little bit at a time. His bladder was still used to not emptying all at once if it felt that the urine was being squished against his skin. Still, by the time he was done the training pants were warm and bulging and he felt relieved, though terribly helpless.

His mother returned just as he’d finished and smiled down at him, noticing the look on his face.

“Uh oh looks like I better check baby’s trainers.” She cooed as she picked him up under his bottom. She gave the trainers a light press and felt the heat in them, smiling inwardly.

“Did you have an accident?” She asked. Caleb just nodded his head.

“And did you make more noise when mommy said not to?” She asked to the same response.

“Well mommy’s going to punish you and put you down for a nap, but don’t be embarrassed about your wetting Cabe, the doctor said to expect that. You just need to learn to listen to mommy.” She soothed.

“Ok…” Caleb said in a trembling voice as she started to carry him down the hall. “But can I have a drink first?” He asked, looking up at Becky earnestly.

“Of course baby.” She smiled warmly, no longer so angry at him. This had given her a good reason to switch him into a more fitting room, and she knew his thirst was thanks to the diuretic. She didn’t want him getting dehydrated and so she moved to the kitchen and let him have a cup of milk while holding him on her lap, stroking his back to calm him.

Once he was done he looked around for anything to further delay his punishment, but Becky would have none of it. He was a bit puzzled when she passed by the door to his room though and headed towards the guest bedroom.

When she opened the door Caleb stared on in surprise. The nondescript furniture was largely gone, replaced by a new, odd sort of shelf, his crib, a rocking chair, and a few of his older toys from when he was much younger that he’d now outgrown.

“What’s this?” He asked in stunned silence, a pause which his mother had used to carry him over to, and seat him atop, the table.

“This is your new nursery kiddo. It’ll be easier for me to take care of you in here and I can store all your baby stuff here. You can have your old room back when you get better ok?” She asked with a comforting smile.

“Well… ok.” Caleb said, unsure of the whole thing but trusting his mother. It wasn’t that much worse, the furniture didn’t look too babyish and was mostly just light pine wood.

“Alright let’s get up and undress for nap time.” Becky said brightly, lifting him up. “Pull your pants and trainers down for mommy like a good boy.” She instructed as she hoisted him up under his arm pits and held him gently to make sure he didn’t fall. Caleb complied easily, already growing used to his mother seeing him naked again. He wiggled his pants off and then dropped the tight trainers around his ankles. They flopped wetly on the padded changing table.

“Good boy!” Becky gushed before sitting him down. She dropped the wet changing pants into a diaper pail and set his pants aside. As Caleb settled his damp bottom on the chilly plastic surface she popped his tee shirt up over his shoulder after prompting him to raise his arms, and was finally left with a naked boy who she could easily get prepared for his nap. She hadn’t expected him to be so tractable, but knowing he had a punishment coming always seemed to calm him down.

“Now lay back so mommy can get you ready for your nap time.” She said firmly, pressing a hand to his chest. Once she had him reclined she moved swiftly, taking a plastic strap that had been hanging down over the side and secured it to the other side, pulling it firm over his stomach.

Caleb looked up and began to squirm, remembering how the doctor had used the same method for him. His mother tickled his stomach lightly and simply smiled to him, settling him down while she moved to a cupboard to get a catheter and some jellied lubricant. Becky had thought of just using vaseline, but the doctor had advised her to use a water soluble lubricant to prevent a urinary tract infection.

Caleb began to squirm and fuss when he saw what she’d brought. “Nooo not that again!” He whined, crossing his legs to try to deny her access.

“Baby remember you’re already in trouble and part of your punishment is to have to stay in the nursery from now on, but it can get a lot worse.” She said ominously as she set the package and tube down and got out a Goodnite. She opened it up and laid it under her son’s bottom as he stared up at her.

“Mommy why do I gotta have the catheter?” He whined while she began to wipe over his penis and scrotum and tummy with a few baby whipes.

“Because if I don’t do this I’ll have to strap you down. It’s your choice little one.” She said sweetly. After a moment she figured he’d decided by his silence and took out the round headed syringe. She slid it into the lubricant and wiggled it about to coat the outside before drawing back the plunger a bit.

This done she set the lubricant down and looked to her patient. She could tell he was nervous and she set her free hand on his stomach and cooed to him. She knew just her touch should settle him down.

“Don’t worry it won’t hurt too much and you’ll soon get used to it, it’s only for a little while.” She promised him, feeling a bit guilty. But it was for his own good, she decided as he stared up at her. She moved her hand down to his penis and pointed it up towards his stomach, squeezing the tip down and slipping the injector in. She pushed the plunger and Caleb squirmed as he felt the cool gel forced into his urethra.

Becky set down the injector and picked up the catheter’s package, opening it and then telling Caleb to hold very still. She began to slide the tube with its slightly bulbous front into him. Caleb soon started to fuss and wiggle his legs, but Becky let go of his penis to hold them down once she had the tube in deep enough. She watched his face, first as the tube was fprced to curve just inside of his perineum, and then when it poked at his prostate. Becky smiled and moved her free hand up to tickle him, drawing a fit of giggles and soon able to slide the tube the rest of the way in.

She hadn’t banked on it working so well though. As soon as it was in liquid started to flow through it, squirting out pee all over his stomach and thighs. It was only a short burst but Becky still had to quickly fold the diaper up to both contain it and dry him off a bit. Caleb whimpered as the quick movement jostled the catheter within him.

“Ow!” He screamed in exaggerated pain.

“Stop fussing! If you hadn’t been naughty in bed I wouldn’t have to do this. Look you’ve peed everywhere!” Becky scolded as she used more baby wipes to clean him and the table up. She then took out another syringe and inflated the balloon on the catheter once she was satisfied that the boy was empty. She settled the catheter and then generously sprinkled him with baby powder, lifting his bottom so that she could get it everywhere.

“Oh one last thing.” She said with a smile. Caleb saw her produce the hated thermometer and began to kick and squirm in earnest, only reinforcing Becky’s decision to punish him. She approached the squirming Caleb, concealing the laxative suppository in her free hand.

Becky smiled to him and stroked his chest, trying to settle him. “Don’t worry it’ll be over soon and we can get you down for your nap.” She promised as he lay there with the damp diaper covering his crotch and stomach.

“Mommmy pwease I’m not sick!” Caleb begged.

“I know that honey buns but the doctor just wants me to make sure, it’s for your own good ok?’ Becky asked. “Come on if you let me do this you can have some chocolate milk when you get up.” Enticement always worked, especially with chocolate.

“Oki!” Caleb said enthusiastically.

“Alright baby now roll your legs up like for a diaper change.” She instructed. Caleb complied with a small smile and Becky used her free hand to spread the vaseline over his little crevice. Her hand there also kept Caleb from seeing the suppository she poked inside and then pressed in the rest of the way with the thermometer. To him it felt like he was just having his temperature taken normally. Becky kept the thermometer in for only a minute, not wanting Caleb to start to feel the need to go poopie before she had him in his crib and securely diapered.

Becky soon slid the instrument out of her little boy’s bottom and Caleb barely noted that it went out much more easily than it had gone in, leaving the dose of laxative in his bottom. His body heat was already melting the casing on the suppository so it could start to do it’s work. Becky smiled and blew a raspberry on Caleb’s tummy, drawing a giggle from him and a bright smile. He surely felt a lot better now that he had the promise of chocolate milk and something to make him giggle. He barely noticed as Becky taped up his diaper and tucked him into the crib.

It was perhaps half an hour later when he woke up and did notice something. He felt like he really needed to go potty, and his diaper was already wet without him even having noticed. H was used to that sensation. The worrying part was the pressure in his bottom that he couldn’t seem to contain.

He squeezed his little anus as best he could and soon began to press out and then in again as if that might help. He whined for Becky, but she’d turned off the baby monitor she had in his room. Caleb was on his own and the suppository was certain to beat him. He had to fight though, and he wiggled to his feet and tried to climb over the rail of the crib. Of course spreading his legs was the last thing he should have done, and he could soon feel mushy mess flowing into his diaper as his bottom spasmed and pushed it out.

Caleb fell back into the crib and felt the mess squish upwards into the front and back of the diaper, almost all the way up to his tummy. And it was still coming. He soon began to cry and whine for his mother, especially as he felt pee trickling out over his stomach. He tried to stop it but there was nothing he could do. This catheter thing made it impossible to hold his pee!

Caleb could think of nothing to do but cry and finally fall into sleep. Becky came in an hour later to wake him and was stunned by the smell, though she was glad that the Goodnite had managed to contain it all. Less mess for her to clean up. She got Caleb up and treated him to a sippy cup full of chocolate milk. Caleb was content to drink from it

and just close his eyes as his mommy changed him and removed the tube. His messes were no longer his responsibility, she would take care of all of it and decide where he went potty. That was easier than having to acknowledge his dirty bottom.

Becky found him quite cooperative now and decided not to chide him for his accident. Next time she gave him a suppository though she decided she’d need to use proper baby diapers to make sure they’d be absorbent enough.

The week passed less eventfully with Becky keeping her child in just a tee shirt and the training pants, and often taking him to the potty. Of course when he seemed particularly engrossed in something she’d forget to ask if he needed to go, and she timed fits of tickling to make sure he had an accident or two every day. She used one of these that made a puddle on the floor as an excuse to transfer Caleb from a big boy potty, which was more stationary and clearly too far for him to go, to a baby potty which was much more mobile.

Caleb fussed about it at first.

“I’m not usin it that’s for babies!” He said with a stomp of his foot.

“Babies go in their training pants and that’s what you did. You can either use your trainers or go in the potty. Mommy is tired of running to the bathroom all the time. This makes it easier for both of us baby.” Becky soothed him and then smiled, revealing her secret weapon.

“You can have a glass of chocolate milk if you go on your new potty three times in a row” She promised. That was enough for Caleb, and Becky was happy to get more fluids into him.

The only other battle of the week had been about his new diet. Caleb was now noticing the lack of hard cheese, meat and peanut butter in his diet. Instead there was a lot of fruit and cereal and yogurt, as well as softer cheeses and grains. Caleb hated the taste of a lot of this and often said so.

“Baby” His mother began to explain. “The doctor doesn’t want your bottom to get clogged up or you’ll have a tummy ache, so we’re giving you food to make it easier for you to go poopie.” She stated. The food was indeed starting to have this effect as she’d noticed he was having three or four bowel movements a day even without laxatives. But she needed to break his mental resistance as well as physical. Becky waited until Thursday morning, the day after Caleb had just gotten over his new potty and was cranky from a wet, dirty diaper, to spring her trap.

She made all the foods Caleb hated most, unsweetened oatmeal, bran cereal, plain yogurt and stewed prunes. She tried a few times to get him to eat and then let him tantrum and push the food away from his face as she tried to feed him. Even airplane noises didn’t work.

‘Ok baby what do you want?” She asked, giving him a choice.

“Scambled eggs and bacon and yummy stuff!” He demanded, looking up as though this was a trick, which it was.

But of course his mother dutifully made the breakfast he preferred, but slipped a ground up pill into the eggs. The doctor had given her this incase her son got fussy over this issue. Caleb thanked his mother and ate greedily and the day proceeded as planned until Caleb ended up with a tummy ache. Becky said he should try to go poopy with a knowing smile, and she led him to the bathroom.

He grunted and pushed but nothing came out. She sighed and picked him up as he whined about his tummy. She rubbed it and gave him some juice to drink saying it might go away. Caleb came back hours later from playing with blocks to say he needed to poop once again. Again nothing came out.

Finally Becky couldn’t stand making her little one suffer anymore, and took him to the changing table. She put on a glove and pulled off his trainers. “Mommy will see what’s wrong with baby. Don’t worry it wont hurt.” She soothed as she rubbed his tummy with her free hand. She dabbed on some vaseline and probed his bottom, frowning theatrically as she found what she expected. He was impacted, and his stool had hardened thanks to the stool hardening agent she’d dosed him with. It wouldn’t cause damage if taken care of (as she planned to) but it would teach him a valuable lesson about eating what he was given.

Becky proceded to use a bulb syringe to suction up baby oil, and squirted this into his bottom, repeating two times. It wouldn’t take much, and mineral oil worked very well. Caleb whined as she finished the insertions and then slid one of the thick Goodnites onto him. The worst part was having to listen to his mommy chide him for eating food that would make him sick the whole time, and it surely linked the bacon and eggs with this new unpleasant experience and his tummy ache.

Becky massaged Caleb’s tummy and told him he had to stay in the diaper for an hour until the enema had drawn out the poopie. He wouldn’t have control over it, she said, so he might as well go in the diaper. Caleb whined at this but stopped upon a stern look from his mommy. Becky could only smile to herself as she watched him play and occasionally stop to let out a messy fart. He occasionally asked to be changed, but was easily rebuffed. Becky wasn’t entirely happy that she’d had to throw out a perfectly good breakfast, but she knew he was being punished enough.

After a diaper change Caleb felt a bit better and quietly ate what he was served for lunch. However thanks to the baby oil he was blushing and looking embarrassed every once in a while for the rest of the day as more oil made its way out of him with a wet fart. Becky could only smile, and was treated to the same obedience at dinner, even as he wiggled his oily bottom in the chair. The training was going well and it would soon be time to start the next phase.

Chapter 5

A few days later Caleb woke up to find his diaper already open and the catheter being slowly wiggled out. He whined a bit at finding himself strapped down on the changing table and looked up at his mother with sleepy eyes. It was way too early to be up, so what on earth could be going on?

‘Good morning sleepy head.” Becky cooed.

Caleb looked up at her groggily and held up his legs as she began to pat him with a baby wipe.

“What’s goin on?” He finally managed to ask.

Becky smiled down to him before rubbing in a bit of baby oil over his still moist bottom and penis. Caleb couldn’t help but smile at the attention and Becky was glad to see him seeming less cranky with so little effort. Never the less she stopped her attentions to his peepee quickly, she didn’t need that thing pointing up out of his diaper for the car ride.

‘We’re off to the doctor’s again to check your progress baby.” Becky said brightly, glad she already had him fastened down.

Caleb’s face immediately turned and he started kicking. There was no way Becky could get his trainers on like this. She knew how to handle it though and quickly snatched up his legs. She maneuvered her forearm just below his knees and pressed down to hold his legs, and grabbed up both his wrists in her other hand, stretching them out over his head. She held him like this naked and helpless in grim silence until he stopped struggling, and then unbuckled the strap around his stomach. Caleb seemed caught off guard at the act of being released, but he soon made sense of the motivation for it.

His mother held him against her firmly, keeping his arms and legs pinned as she carried him over to the rocking chair and forced him over her lap. She let his bottom dangle on one side and his upper body on the other. He wasn’t big enough yet that she needed to lock his legs between hers, and the kicking and squirming would help to tire him out anyhow. Caleb looked up at her and began to plead, only to feel the first smack land on his

heiney.

Before long he began to kick and squirm and beg. But the pain soon overcame him and the kicking grew more desperate, coming to a climax and then ceasing as he was overcome by heaving sobs. Becky could feel all of this as his stomach was against her thighs, so she knew when to stop. Once he’d stopped struggling and making intelligible pleas she let him up and carried him back to the changing table, proceeding to rub in a bit of baby lotion to cool his heated butt. The oil had surely made his skin softer and easier to spank, and had also increased the volume of the collisions. She almost felt sorry for him as she got him dressed in his trainers, overalls and a teeshirt. She took Caleb down from the table and held him with his head against her chest, rubbing his back to soothe him.

Becky took him down to breakfast rather quietly, enjoying the effects of some well deserved discipline. Hopefully his more submissive state would last out the day, and especially the visit with the doctor. He was scheduled for the usual bladder test, and a stool sample as well as the new therapy the doctor would be giving the impetus for. Becky set Caleb down and admonished him to eat his breakfast quite firmly. She needed to make sure he got the full dose of the diuretic she’d laced the oatmeal with. She left him to his oatmeal and fruit fate while she went to make sure his new car seat and toddler harness were all ready in the car. It would be a busy day.

Caleb was soon finished and hopped up to search for his mother despite having a bit of his breakfast on him. He had nearly reached the front door when she entered through it and frowned down at him harshly. Becky froze him in place with a glare.

“And just where do you think you’re going young man?” She demanded.

Caleb whimpered and stared up at her. It took a forceful “Well?” to get him to reply.

“I was finished my breakfast Mommy so I came to find you…” He said helplessly. Becky was suspicious, knowing the propensity of boys to fib, and she hefted him up into her arms and carried him into the kitchen.

“I really need to find a way to keep you from running around when you should be eating.” She said before she noticed that his dishes were indeed empty and softened her tone. “Awww baby ate all his foodies!” She gushed, patting his bottom as she set the dishes in the sink.

“Well come on then, let’s get you to the doctors.”

Caleb began to whine and squirm, but a firm tap on the bottom reminded him of the consequences of such actions. He settled down and let his mother seat him in the car. He didn’t see the safety seat in the trunk. His mother made sure he was

buckled in, and since he had been so good about his breakfast she decided to put off settling him into the child seat. His door closed and the vehicle roared to life.

Becky was in no hurry to reach the doctor’s office, and indeed intended not to. She handed Caleb a sippy cup of chocolate milk, his particular favorite, to ensure that he’d drink it. The traffic was bad on the road she’d chosen, and predictably enough she soon heard Caleb begging to stop to go to the bathroom. Becky assured him she couldn’t pull off and told him to hold it as they’d soon reach the doctor’s office.

The minutes dragged by and finally Caleb pleaded that he couldn’t hold it anymore. The diuretics were doing their job and Becky had kept him holding it long enough that he would surely let it all out at once, just what she wanted. Though she was now feeling silly for not putting him in the car seat, which would have been easier to clean. She just had to hope that his pants would absorb most of the leakage.

“Mommy I cant hold it!” Caleb pleaded more desperately still.

“Baby go in your trainers.” Becky said domineeringly.

“I don’t wanna!” He mourned, tugging at the seat belt as he felt himself begin to dribble.

“It isn’t good for boys to hold their pee so long baby. Let mommy help.” She reached back and found the softness of his tummy, starting to tickle with one hand while they were stuck at a red light. Caleb giggled immediately and felt the flood gates open. The wetness ran down between his legs and snaked over his thighs, and then he could feel it going out of the trainers and cooling and he began to cry. Becky smiled to herself as she saw the wetness on the front of his pants and cooed to him until he settled down.

They pulled into the parking lot at Dr. McTaggert’s office and Becky immediately went to the back seat to tend to her child and console him.

“Baby that was very naughty wetting on Mommy’s seat like that.” She began, drawing a few more tears before she continued. “But Mommy understands. Little boys cant always control their pee for long.” She examined the seat and some of her anger left her when she saw it wasn’t that big of a wet spot. “Don’t worry I’m sure the doctor can help. Come on lets go in. She found resistance when she took his hand to lead him out of the car.

“No I’m all wet mommy change me!” Caleb begged.

“Baby I don’t have your trainers here I forgot them at home. Come on, the doctor has lots of clean panties for you.” Becky promised.

“No!” Came the predictable reply.

“Caleb remember what happened earlier when you didn’t listen to Mommy.” Becky said, glaring down at him with ominous eyes. Caleb let out a little squeak and quickly took his mother’s hand, staying close against her side as she led him into the waiting room and having the feeling that everyone was staring at him.

Becky picked a chair in the middle of a wall, opposite the door, the most visible spot in the whole room. Caleb followed along, suddenly clinging to his mother. There was no one else he could go to to conceal him from the scrutiny of all the other parents and their children. Indeed a few of the mothers sitting aside from Becky noticed his wet pants and clicked their tongues as they spotted the signs of a leaky pull up.

Caleb looked up at his mother and whimpered helplessly. Why didn’t she change him? Why had she forgotten the trainers? When was he going to get dry? His pants were very cold by now and he couldn’t help but squirm a bit.

“Mommy when is the doctor going to change me?” Caleb whispered, trying still to avoid drawing attention to his damp state.

“The doctor will change your wet trainers” His mother began in a purposefully loud voice. “When she’s done with her current patient. Until then you’ll just have to sit” She wrapped an arm around his stomach. “Still. I don’t need you getting my skirt wet like you did the car.”

A girl beside him about his age giggled and pointed. Caleb looked to his mother but the expression on her face told him that any crude words he had for the girl would be dealt with harshly. He settled for clinging to her and for the first time he was glad when the nurse came to fetch them both. He could swear everyone was watching him recede past the white doors into Dr. McTaggert’s office.

Doctor McTaggert was already at the exam table awaiting him and looking as rigid as ever. Caleb lagged behind, letting his mother lead the way.

“Say hello to the doctor baby.” Becky ordered, moving him from behind her around to infront of her. Caleb was too busy fidgeting and looking at the doctor’s appraising face to notice the proud look his mother bore as she displayed her wet little one.

“Hi” Caleb murmured after a poke in the shoulder from his mom.

“Hello little Bradley” The doctor said, using his full name as she peered into his eyes and smirked at the wet spot on his trainers. “And how are you today young man?” She asked, moving closer causing Caleb to press lightly back against his mother.

“I wanna go home.” Caleb whined softly. He was starting to feel the doctor was more talking at him than to him and he blushed as she poked at the damp spot in his pants.”

“Wet I see. It seems we need to change your therapy a bit. We’ll soon see how much.” The doctor said with a smile as she marked something down on a chart. “Becky, get him up on the table and restrain him for me, we’ll need a good thorough exam today and some extra special therapy as well.

Caleb didn’t like the sound of that and fussed a bit as his mother sat him on the padded table and began to strip him. He was of course glad to get out of the wet trainers so for now he let his mother take his clothes off, but he began to fuss when she started on his shirt and left him completely naked.

“Now baby you don’t need another reminder on your heiney do you?” Becky asked, reminding him of his earlier punishment. Caleb quickly shook his head and sulked a bit while she strapped him down to the table. He hadn’t been paying attention to Dr. McTaggert during this time, but it hadn’t been for lack of action on her part.

She was preparing a vinyl play pen with clear plastic barriers on it and looking back to her patient every so often. Once she had that set up she set about bringing over a cart. Caleb easily recognized the now familiar catheter and lubricant, but there was more to it than just that. There were bags of liquid and a pasty substance, a pacifier that looked rather odd, and a rather bulky blue pad.

The doctor returned with a few bottles and smiled down at him. His mother was just about to take a baby wipe and clean him up when the doctor stopped her.

“He’ll just get messy and wet again soon enough. Babies have accidents more often when they’re out of the house, he should probably be diapered from now on. Did he soak the seat much?” Dr. McTaggert asked as she ignored Caleb’s whining and picked up the pacifier.

“Only a little bit Doctor. I think his pants and trainer absorbed most of it. Do you know why he wet so heavily?” Becky asked, stroking Caleb’s cheek to calm him.

Dr. McTaggert looked down to him and peeked into his ears with the cold metal scope before asking him to open his mouth wide.

“Oh he’s probably trying to hold his pee because he believes he’s got to be trained everywhere. It just doesn’t work like that. If you put him in diapers they’ll absorb better and it will take some of the pressure off him to not have to worry about a potty. You’ll like that better, won’t you Caleb?” She asked. It was a rhetorical question though as she forced the pacifier into his mouth before he could answer, the bulbous rubbery mass holding his tongue down. But it was more than a pacifier, Caleb could see now that the middle was open. It was a variation on a baby’s medicine pacifier.

Dr McTaggert smiled down at him as she moved to a rod beside the table and hung a bag of paste on it, all the time holding the pacifier in his mouth. Caleb whined and looked up at his mother, his breathing quickening as he wondered what was happening to him now.

“Becky hold him still while I tie the pacifier in.” Dr. McTaggert said. Caleb felt a strap fastened behind his head and then attached to the pacifier. He whined into it but was soon completely silenced as he watched the doctor feet a clear plastic tube into the soother’s opening.

“Ready or not here it comes baby.” The doctor said as she flipped a stopcock on the line and the pasty mush started to flow in.

“This is oatmeal little one, and some special medicine. I need to get a few samples out of you and observe how you make potty, so we’re going to just feed you a bit, and then you can have some apple juice too.”

Caleb looked up at her as he was forced to gulp down some of the mush that had appeared on his tongue, bearing a strange mediciney flavor, in the same way that cherry flavoring is always mediciney. He gave her a cranky look and struggled a bit until his mother soothed him, wondering why he couldn’t just be fed like a grown up.

“Oh I don’t have to feed you like this.” The doctor admitted with a smile, seeing that look. “But you’re a boy, and they have to be taken in hand properly. This way you won’t make a mess.” She said sweetly before moving down. Becky smiled to her son reassuringly as she followed the doctor to help and spoke to her child.

“Don’t worry baby, it’ll be over soon.” She soothed as she raised his midsection up. Caleb felt a soft bunchy cushion placed under him, the light blue pad he’d seen. The doctor then patted him on the tummy and moved with Becky over to her desk. Caleb felt abandoned and helpless as he gulped down mouthfull after mouthfull of the paste. He’d just had breakfast and his tummy was already feeling too full. How much did they expect him to swallow? And worst of all his mother was out of his field of vision. This had never been a problem before, but now that he was so helpless he felt terribly attached to her. He needed her there to shield him, after all. What if someone came in and saw him like this?

That scenario was exactly what Dr. McTaggert was discussing in quiet tones.

“Oh once we get him filled up I can have the nurses come in, they’re nice girls and very interested in the plan. I’m sure they have boyfriends who would be candidates for the treatment later. Then again any woman with a boyfriend has a boyfriend who is a good candidate for the treatment.” Dr. McTaggert paused as they both laughed a bit, though she kept one eye on her patient to make sure he wasn’t being fed too fast.

“As I was saying. Aside from the usual bladder check I’m going to start a new therapy today. Most boys only keep from wetting and messing to avoid angering women in the first place, not because they don’t like it. Maybe they tell themselves they do, but that’s just their Mommies talking. It’s important that we train him to go when other women are watching, so I’ve dosed the paste I’m feeding him with a laxative and an appetite stimulator. The apple juice has some diuretics in it and a mild sedative so he won’t get too worked up.”

Becky frowned at this. “Oh Doctor, he hasn’t had his nap today, that’ll probably put him right out.”

“Oh I think he’s going to have too much going on to think about a nap, though I’m sure he’ll be out like a light once it’s over. Come on it’s time to change the bag. I’ll have the nurses come in once he’s done, it’s better that he not be too perturbed until he’s eaten and settled a bit, or else the baby might spit up.” Dr. McTaggert laughed and winked as they stood up and headed for the table. He wasn’t spitting up yet of course, but in a few weeks…. The doctor smiled, musing to herself as where to stop the regression.

She then moved to grip Caleb’s chin and move it around, frowning at seeing a bit of the porridge he’d managed to force out around the pacifier.

“Ah boys always manage to make messes… Well come on let’s get you some juice.”

Caleb whined a bit, but of course he needed it. Swallowing so much had left his mouth terribly dry and he gulped down the strange tasting apple juice greedily, though the doctor had set it to flow at a slow pace.

“Baby we’re going to start the testing in a bit, but I need some help so I’m going to call in my nurses. Don’t worry they’re very nice ladies.” The doctor said, watching his reaction.

Predictably Caleb began to fuss and whine. The doctor glared at him and made sure the pacifier was secure. Becky swatted his bottom but he just kept going. How could his mommy allow strange women to see him in such a helpless state? He couldn’t even talk!

“Bradley. If you don’t stop that right now I’m going to give you a shot to hush you up.” Dr. McTaggert said, pulling out a needle and a bottle of medication to show it was no empty threat. Caleb settled soon after, mumbling his little pleas into the pacifier.

Dr McTaggert was having none of it though, and as soon as the bag was nearly empty she left the room to fetch her audience. Becky sighed softly and stroked her son’s hair.

“You need to listen to me baby, it’s embarrassing for a mother not to be able to control her son.” She scolded. Caleb looked up at her somewhat remorsefully and she brightened a bit, pausing to ask if the juice was good. She smiled when he nodded and gave his tummy a little tickle to

distract him as the door opened, revealing not one but three entrants.

Caleb immediately began to squirm. The presence of more people, much less strange women who seemed uniformed and powerful, while he was in much the opposite state, was nearly too much to bare. Dr. McTaggert led them over to him and his mother seemed to take an unspoken cue to move away.

“How could she do this to me?” He thought once again. Caleb stared up at the two nurses. They were young, perhaps not even twenty years his seniors, but they had an air of smug knowledge about them that belied their relative youth.

“Caleb, meet Sandra and Marie. They’re going to be helping me look after you, ok?” The Doctor asked him. It was clear that even if the pacifier hadn’t been in his mouth she wouldn’t have expected an answer.

Marie, can you get the stirrups and prop his legs up? Sandra, I’d like you to remove the tube and see check for signs of reflux while I look at his stomach.

All at once it seemed everyone was poking at some part of him or the table on which he lay. Marie, the brown haired nurse was pulling up a set of bars with straps attached to them. Once they were elevated she nodded to the doctor, who was squeezing and prodding his tummy rather gently and in a right to left motion.

She soon decided that he hadn’t yet had a bowel movement. She could have found the same thing from looking at the record Becky had begun to keep, but she couldn’t be sure. Caleb was still somewhat independent, and might be able to get to the bathroom without his mother’s aid. That would of course be remedied, and soon.

Sandy meanwhile was taking the tube from the largely empty bag of apple juice out of his pacifier. She gave him a reassuring smile and looked at his mouth and then tapped over his chest to make sure he wasn’t going to cough any of it up. Caleb was mortified and wanted to cry, but there was also something strangely comforting about having the maternal vigilance of the women focused on him. A part of him liked all of the attention. He also felt a bit tired and listless, the sedatives doing their work.

The Dr. nodded when she saw that both of her subordinates had finished their tasks and turned to Caleb. “Alright little boy. Sandy and Marie are going to move your feet into the stirrups so you’ll have an easier time going potty for us. Don’t worry, the absorbent pad under you will work just like a diaper so you wont mess anything up. I expect you to hold very still and cooperate or else.” She said, making certain to emphasize how diaper like the item he was laying atop was. Caleb whined at this as he realized that this was to be more than a typical exam.

The somewhat more stern looking blonde moved to join Marie and as she unstrapped his ankle Marie raised it into the stirrup and secured it just as Sandy released the other one. Soon both his knees were positioned over his stomach, with his feet far out to the sides as though he were in a chair that had fallen over and was sitting in a particularly uncomfortable position.

The inability to close his legs relaxed his anus and made it more difficult for him to put pressure on his bladder, which was quickly filling. Dr. McTaggert had counted on this. There was no way to willingly teach him to go in the presence of others as toddlers were supposed to do. Well, she thought, perhaps there was. Boys could be trained to do most anything if their mommies gave positive reinforcement, but breaking him of this particular big boy habit seemed expedient, and not terribly difficult. Dr. McTaggert figured just one session would be enough, and it would provide her with her samples. And she could tell that he was nearing the point of doing so.

Caleb began to whine into the pacifier and try to move his legs closer together, but the two nurses flanking him moved to hold his knees in place while one of them seemed to pat his crotch to calm him. In reality Sandy was just holding his penis down between his legs, aiming it so it would hit the absorbent pad and not the boy’s stomach or, worse yet, any of the medical practitioners. He could feel his bladder filling, and his bowels had

been forming a movement since he had woken up. Indeed it was only because his mother had altered his sleep schedule by waking him early that he hadn’t gone while he was home. And now it was all going to happen, and infront of two complete strangers and one person who he wished he’d never met at all.

Caleb squirmed and whined with more urgency as the need grew and Dr. McTaggert smiled. She wasn’t sure how much effect the nighttime training had on his bladder, but she was anxious to find out. A catheterization wasn’t necessary this time since she knew he’d hold it until his bladder was at full capacity.

“Come on baby make a nice big wet spot for doctor. Sandy wants to see too, don’t you?” Dr. McTaggert asked, to nodding from her assistant and a bit of laughter. Caleb couldn’t help but start to cry and finally had to let go. Sandy made sure all of the urine hit the pad and even shook his penis when he was done. Dr. McTaggert ordered Marie to take the pad and have it weighed. She’d jotted down its weight before and by subtracting the previous measure from the new one she could decide his capacity.

Sandy meanwhile added a new pad and the doctor smiled, moving down the table.

“It looks like he needs to do more than just wet.” Sandy said, stating the general consensus. The doctor nodded and looked to her sobbing patient.

“Go calm him down for me while I take his temperature, that should stimulate the bowels to evacuate by the time Marie returns with the results.

Caleb next saw Sandy looming over him and stroking his cheek. He whimpered and looked down at the gag, hoping she might remove it, but she shook her head a bit and just murmured to him as she rubbed his chest and stroked his hair. He only whined a little bit when he felt the thermometer slid into him by the doctor, he was used to that sensation by now. Just as the thermometer came out Marie returned and whispered a few things to the doctor, who seemed please. Caleb could only hear something about a ten percent reduction, and he could hardly make sense of it. Especially not as his bottom began to push out.

The Dr. noticed and called Sandy down to the end of the table as well. Caleb was letting it press out and then squeezing back in, and the three women watched fascinated as he slowly lost his battle. Finally Caleb could hold it no more and simply let go. His stool was mushy but still kept some slight form. The actual feeling of losing his poo onto the pad wasn’t nearly as bad as the feeling of their eyes on him, and once more he began to cry and struggle, which was counter productive and only served to spread the mess around. Finally when he was done and he was starting to calm down, Sandy cleaned him up and took the pad away.

The therapy lasted for another hour, with the nurses and the doctor increasingly inducing him to lose control. He wet twice more and messed once at the end amid their tickling, massaging of his stomach and extorting him verbally to “make wettums” for them. The doctor left the room shortly before the end of the therapy, and more tickling ensued.

By the end Caleb could no longer manage to cry, they’d seen it all anyhow. He felt broken and tired when they finally unstrapped him and he meekly let Marie dress him as though he were in a daze. He didn’t even protest when she put him in a diaper.

Marie smiled at his good behavior. “You were a very good boy Caleb, the doctor and I were very pleased with your progress. We’ll run some more tests and then we can have you all fixed up, aren’t you happy to hear that?” She asked in a bubbly voice. Caleb could only nod a bit, he didn’t feel much like talking. He did however manage a little smile and a thanks when the nurse provided him with a lollypop.

Caleb could hardly know what his mother and the doctor had been talking about while he was being cleaned and dressed, but when his mother finally came to collect her “very brave little man.” She carried a bag of new medications and a confident smile.

Chapter 6

Caleb was asleep almost as soon as Becky got him fastened into his car seat. Becky 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. Becky 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.

Becky 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 Caleb in line, and to control his reactions to it.

Becky 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.

Becky 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. Becky 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. Caleb was on his best behavior, hoping his mother wouldn’t make him go back to the doctor if he was good. Becky 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 Becky 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.

Caleb was a well-behaved boy the rest of the day up until Becky 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.

Becky 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.

“Ok mommy I guess so… as long as you don’t leave next time… all the nurse laughed at me.” Caleb sniffled and craned his head to look up at her. Becky 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.

Becky 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 Becky and her cup of coffee at the kitchen table planning the week. This was going to be a big change for Caleb. The doctor had told her that this week, if the therapy went well, would be the first week that Caleb 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 Becky 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.

Becky’s considerations were interupted by Caleb’s now typical morning wake up call of soft whining. Becky peeked into his room through the cracked door and smiled a bit to see that Caleb had been playing with his teddy bear a bit and was only whining because it had fallen out of the crib. Becky reached down and held it out to him. Caleb’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.

Caleb 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.

Caleb, 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. Caleb 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!” Caleb 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 Caleb 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.

“Ok ok hold your horses tiger” Becky 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. Caleb 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. Becky smiled inwardly as she felt the warmth and saw his face turn.

Caleb 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. Caleb 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 Becky 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?” Becky asked with a cheerful smile as she moved to lay the diaper with its colorful pastel cartoons out under his bottom.

“I guess…” Caleb 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. Caleb 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 Becky 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.” Becky 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. Caleb giggled and Becky 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.” Becky said, gesturing to the little repertoire of smelly baby products on the shelf attached to the table.

“Powder please mommy.” Caleb said with a small smile. Becky proceeded to let some of it flow into her hands and then rub it in all over his bottom and over his crotch while Caleb 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!

Caleb 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 Becky 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, Caleb 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.

Caleb 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. Becky 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. McTaggert.

“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. Caleb 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. Becky 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.

Caleb squirmed in his seat the whole way there. It seemed like they’d never get to the playground, they’d just drive forever. Caleb 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. Becky 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 Caleb, and as a side effect, attracted their mothers too.

Becky was pleased to recognize that Caleb 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.

Becky 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 Caleb and a brown haired little girl near him.

“Oh it’s alright, Caleb loves all the attention and it’s good for him.” Becky 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 Becky’s other side chuckled at the youthful inexperience of her compatriot.

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

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

Becky chuckled. “Not that I’ve seen. I just can’t get Caleb 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 Caleb who blushed, feeling the three women looking at him. Fortunately the older woman beside Becky chimed in and drew Becky 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 Caleb loves them.” She grinned and winked as Becky 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 Caleb 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 Caleb!?” She called out loudly and the other mothers laughed when he turned around and waved a shy hello. Becky 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 Becky grinned. “I’m glad someone else understands, how old is yours?” She asked. “Oh I’m Becky by the way, and this is my son Caleb.” She gestured Caleb 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 Caleb. “It’s good to meet you little boy. Your mommy tells me you’re having some potty problems.” Caleb blushed and tried to duck away but Becky 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 five. 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.” Becky 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 Caleb’s diaper.

“He seems to be dry though at least.”

Caleb whined and gave her a sour look and Becky 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. Becky 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.” Becky explained.

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

Caleb was indeed getting cranky and Becky 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?” Becky asked.

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

Caleb 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 Caleb down on the pad. Caleb 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 Becky 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.

Becky 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 Becky didn’t mind. She knew Caleb 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.

Caleb 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, Becky 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, Becky knew, she would win.

As it happened this time, Caleb 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 Becky arranging daily trips and trying to keep Caleb in diapers as long as possible. He was slowly getting used to being seen in diapers, and using them. Becky 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. Becky hoped he’d stay as sedate after their next doctor’s visit and the therapy that she had planned then.

Chapter 7

The next day’s trip went quite well. Becky woke Caleb 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. Caleb 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!?

Becky 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. Caleb was too busy being glad to be clothed again to worry over what he was clothed in, and Becky had a pair of overalls and a tee shirt on him before he could even notice the bulk between his legs.

She led Caleb 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, Caleb 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. Becky 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 Becky’s battle of wills with Caleb. 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 Caleb 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, Becky 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?” Caleb whined as he watched the scenery whiz by from his car seat.

“Well Caleb, 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. Becky 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…” Caleb complained.

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

“Both!” He said rather urgently. Becky 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. Becky 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 Becky 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.

“Ok 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.

Becky 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.

“Ok lets get you to the nursery to change you.” She said, smiling the smile of one who knows a grand secret. Caleb 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.

Caleb 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.

Becky snapped the strap across his stomach quickly and peeled down his pants. Caleb 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 Caleb, 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. Caleb began to tantrum and scream his protests.

Becky 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. Becky 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 Caleb was crying too much to even worry about the dirty and wet diaper. Becky 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.

Caleb 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. Caleb 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. Caleb 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 Becky 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. Caleb 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.

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

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

Becky held up the dirty diaper and Caleb 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.

“Ok 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. Becky hoped so, she needed to have a long talk with Dr. McTaggert. 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. McTaggert answered the call in her usual business like tone. “Dr. McTaggert speaking.” She said in a rather understated voice.

“Dr it’s Becky, I was going to have Caleb 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. McTaggert chuckled. Parents often mirrored their childrens tantrums, it seemed.

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

“I hope this rule involves spanking.” Becky 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!” Becky 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. McTaggert 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 til he gets his way.”

Becky 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. Becky 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?” Becky 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. Becky 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. Caleb frowned and nodded, murmuring that they were trainers. Becky just tugged them on to him and led him out to the kitchen. Caleb 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 Becky soon peeked into the empty cup and then took it away.

If Caleb 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.

Becky knew the diuretic would soon start working, and she knew that Caleb was embarrassed by his accidents since he’d tried to hide the one he’d just had while he was in his room. Becky 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! Shes mean!” Caleb 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.

Caleb’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.

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

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

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

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

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

“It’s lunch time!” Becky announced, smiling and swinging him into her arms. Caleb 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 Caleb decided he would hold it or die trying. Becky 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.

Caleb whined and began to try to get out of the seat.” NO!” he cried once more. Becky 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. Caleb 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. Becky 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. Caleb looked down and began to beg his mother not to wiggle his legs apart when he felt a cold slimey morsel enter his mouth.

Caleb 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. Becky felt the warming and even heard it flowing out of him, and she waited til she could feel dampness on her own clothes. Caleb 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 Becky 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. Caleb 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 mouthfull 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. Becky 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. Caleb 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 Caleb how could you!” Caleb just looked down and whimpered. Becky softened then and just took his hand, leading him to the nursery.

Becky hefted him up onto the changing table with a forbearing expression and slipped his pants off, followed by the trainers. Caleb 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. Becky 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 Becky 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. “Ok 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 Becky 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.

Becky employed one arm to hold his ankles down and then began to lay into his bottom, though she left the wet trainers on. Caleb 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 Becky’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.

Becky 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” Caleb 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. Caleb 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 Caleb 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. Caleb 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.

Caleb suckled furiously and actually noted that it seemed comforting, especially combined with his mommy rubbing baby oil over his crotch. Becky 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 Caleb’s eyes as he saw there were a few gulps left and he looked up at Becky fearfully.

“It’s ok 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 Caleb gave her but he knew better than to say anything back except “Goodnite mommy.”

Chapter 8

Caleb woke in a cold puddle of piddle, and immediately began to whine for his mommy. He had no idea how this had happened. The diaper should have kept him dry during the night, or if not him at least his bed!

Caleb didn’t hear his mother coming yet and so he rolled over and sat up. The front of his pajamas was soaked down to his crotch and up to his chest. It seemed he’d squirted right out the front of his diaper. He rubbed his eyes and tugged at the wet material, but being zipped in back there was no way he could get it off.

He remembered that his mom had taken his temperature last night and it had felt differently, but it couldn’t be her fault. Why would she want to deal with this mess? The mess! He suddenly realized that he was laying in a soaking wet bed, covered in pee himself as well. His mother was going to be furious and there was no way to hide it.

Caleb started to cry softly and flopped back down, and it was just then that Becky walked into the room. She didn’t need to open the door now, she left it cracked. What did babies need with privacy, after all.

And clearly he did need to be looked after more closely. Caleb took one look up at his mother and his eyes flooded with tears. Visions of all sorts of awful punishments he’d endured from her or the doctor shot through his head. He was doomed and the only thing to do about it was cry.

Becky quickly changed from feeling quite accomplished at having gotten him this far, to a hurried attention that she knew her child needed. He’d been soaking wet and cold all night, and she needed to fix that immediately. Becky gathered him up out of his crib and settled him on the changing table, beginning to strip him and tossing the wet things on the bed. When the soaked cloth was pulled away from his skin it cooled and felt terribly chilly when it was slid up and off. Finally Caleb lay there in a more or less dry diaper, but with a very damp, clammy tummy.

Becky chided him gently for his accident, but decided not to make too big of a deal of it for now. The sobbing was pulling on her heartstrings. Yet with a few well placed tickles she managed to calm him down and gave him a smile. Caleb settled, thinking things were ok now and being incredibly cooperative as his mother finished changing him. She’d talk to him about this wet accident later, when she needed to gain a bit of leverage.

Becky soon had him in his trainers and smiled sweetly as she picked him up and settled him on her hip. He was a bit heavy, she thought, but she was going to have to get used to toting him around again if the therapy kept going this way. Caleb just cuddled into her, needing the security of his mother’s embrace. It felt good, warm and close like this… somewhat like the feel of a wet diaper, really.

Neither of them spoke until Becky sat him down in a strange, tall plastic coated chair. Caleb looked around and quickly began to fuss when he realized what it was. Becky knew this routine well. She got the tray locked in first so he wouldn’t be able to get out without quite a bit of effort, but Caleb was bigger now and a bit stronger than he had been when last she’d had him in a high chair. He screamed the familiar “no” as he saw what he was being put into and tried to lift himself out of it, snaking his legs under the tray and up. Becky moved in quickly and tickled his tummy, breaking his concentration and making him flop back down on his padded bottom.

Caleb was giggling and whining at the same time. “Mommy” giggle giggle “Let me out! I’m not a baby” hehehe “I don’t need a” snort laugh “high chair!” Becky was chuckling too at how ridiculous he sounded. It took a bit more tickling before he finally ran out of breath and just lay in the chair giggling. Becky didn’t want him to slump out under the tray so she first brought a strap up between his legs and secured the two ends of it to the chair at his waist. This was followed by looping another harness over his head and buckling the shoulder belt into the one over his tummy.

When Caleb finished giggling he again tried to get out of the chair only to find that he could barely move his little body. He began to kick and tantrum, but the chair was too well padded and laid out to allow him to get a lot of momentum up or hurt himself. Caleb looked at his mother with tears in his eyes and then watched in amazement as she simply moved off. She was preparing something behind him, probably breakfast, but he couldn’t turn around enough to see, she’d had him fastened in too well.

The fact that his vision was limited and he was now forced to stare at the wall just made him feel all the worse and he screamed all the worst things he could, even going so far as to call her a meany face! Becky got his medicine into his bottle and found an old plastic coated baby spoon, ignoring his screaming and thrashing. He couldn’t get out of the chair or hurt himself, and she had to

measure the diuretic just right for him. He’d need to have another accident to justify the new doctor’s appointment, but Becky was sure she could bring this about easily enough.

“Baby, mommy wants you to finish two bottles before she lets you out of your widdle high chair ok?” She asked, as though his reply mattered. She held out the bottle and simply sighed as he swatted it away. She’d expected this though. He was getting crankier and crankier as she and Dr. McTaggert intensified the therapy, and the introduction of the high chair had clearly not helped matters.

For him, no, but surely for her. He’d be held there til she let him go, and it made it much easier to feed him. Speaking of feeding, she thought. A bit of food would probably get him thirsty, and he’d be done with the bottles before he knew it.

“Alright baby. Just drink a little bit while mommy makes breakfast, how’s that?” She compromised. Caleb nodded and reached for the second bottle, but she held out the first one with the medicine and juice.

“Drink this first and then you can have chocolate milk with breakfast!” She said enticingly. Caleb was very quickly a different boy, suckling contentedly at his bottle without a word of protest. Becky cooked up a breakfast full of salts and good fiber, but low on cheese and meat. Caleb picked at it for a while before his mother swatted him on the thigh and reminded him that he could sit in his high chair all day if he didn’t finish everything.

Caleb could only watch and sulk as he scooped up a bit of oatmeal and slurped it off the spoon, but he saw the chocolate syrup come out and watched his mother add a small bit of it to his bottle. Not enough to really give it a good flavor (it could never be enough, by his measure) but it was still chocolate milk!

He ate with a bit more gusto as he saw the bottle set just out of reach. In between mouthfuls of oatmeal he’d grab for it only to be pulled back by the straps on the high chair. He pouted and looked to his mother pleadingly, but he knew he wouldn’t get it without asking. He had to ask now even just to get a drink. It hadn’t been that way forever, that wasn’t how it was supposed to be! Why was she doing this to him?

His thoughts were anguished and confused, but thinking about something else made the oatmeal go faster. He was finally sure that his mother was doing this to him on purpose just to make him a baby, and was about to cry and scream such accusations, when he felt the teat of the bottle enter his mouth. He looked up, roused from his considerations, and smiled as he saw his mother holding the bottle and reaching to pat his head, congratulating him on finishing his breakfast and then moving to wipe his chin up.

He took hold of the bottle and suckled greedily. It wasn’t chocolatey enough just as he’d expected, but it was still quite good especially after so much salty food. His tummy was quite full, but his body had been signaled by the salt in his diet to seek more liquids, and so he still wanted to drink. Becky stood back and smirked as she watched him finish the second bottle and caught his proud look to her.

“Is baby going to be good for the rest of the day?” She asked, making it clear that his answer was linked directly to his freedom.

“Yes…” He murmured softly.

“Baby wont make a wet mess like this morning, will he?” She asked, pointing down to his trainers. Caleb simply shook his head no, and Becky went about unfastening him.

“Good boy. Because if you flood your trainers again Mommy will need to take you to the doctor today.” She said. Caleb whimpered and squirmed a bit.

‘Mommy I don’t wanna go to the doctor she’s mean!” He complained, stomping his feet in protest as soon as he was on the ground.

“It’s not Mommy’s fault you keep wetting yourself baby, so stop fussing and go play.” She ordered. Becky knew she was lying, but really she’d had to do it, it was a punishment and he’d brought it on himself with his misbehavior. And now she was

going to make sure it would be permanent. Becky knew that the last part of his training in which he’d really have even an illusion of choice was coming up, and she couldn’t wait.

She let him play while she set up a little surprise in his room, peeking in occasionally and looking for signs that he was ready to wet, so she could swoop in and help him. To wet, of course. And the signs soon came. Caleb didn’t know what all that liquid had been meant to do to him, it seemed like a normal enough breakfast and he hadn’t noticed the slight tinny taste to his juice that suggested it had been spiked with the diuretics.

He wanted to get up to pee, but then again, there were blocks to play with and he didn’t absolutely have to go right now. He wasn’t counting on his diminished ability to hold his bladder, and was still operating under the assumption that he was a big boy. Something his mother was determined to break him of as she moved to sit down behind him and pull him into her lap. Although, in this instance, that tendency of his was working to her advantage.

Becky watched as he dropped his blocks and then looked up at her with a look of utmost displeasure. Could the woman not see he was busy with an important task, for goodness sake!?

“Do you need to make wet wets baby?” She asked, bouncing him lightly to bunch up his trainers and try to draw a giggle from him.

Caleb pouted at the babyish tone and shook his head yes grudgingly. Becky’s countenance only grew sweeter as she saw how cranky he was getting. “Ok mommy will get you to the potty soon.” She said, bouncing him a bit more with a wide smile. “Come on little baby stop pouting.” She said a bit more firmly.

“I’m not a baby!” Caleb nearly screamed, trying to tug himself free of his mother’s arms. Didn’t she know how hard all this was? It was embarassing enough without her rubbing it in.

“You’ll always be my baby, Caleb and right now mommy wants to see a smile.” She said, now more firmly than ever.

Caleb gave the predictable toddler like response and Becky swung into action.

“Ok, mommy has ways of making her lil one smile.” She grinned and wrapped an arm around him, pinioning his arms at his side and then going to work on his stomach, wiggling her fingers under his shirt.

Caleb squealed and kicked and giggled. Didn’t she know he needed to… And then it happened. It took much less than he’d thought, he must have been more full than he’d imagined. He could feel the liner of the trainers starting to cling to him and grow hot, and hear the light swish from between his legs. He couldn’t help but giggle and kick as Becky continued to tickle him, seemingly oblivious to the warmth on her lap.

But it soon spread. Between the previous bouncing, the wiggling of the boy, and the large amount of liquids and medication, the trainer soon gave out hope of holding in his mess and a leak sprung out under his left thigh. Only then did Becky stop as she felt it soaking through her dress.

“Oh Caleb!” She cried, lifting him up off her lap by the arm pits while he was still squirming. “Not again!”

Caleb looked down as he hung there in his dripping trainers and whimpered. “I didn’t mean to mommy…” He said helplessly as though this would fix it.

“Oh baby mommy knows little boys cant always control themselves, but this is bad. We need to go see the doctor.”

Becky braced herself for the tantrum, and was soon carrying a struggling, screaming and crying boy up towards the nursery. This outing was certainly off to its usual start. Caleb’s struggles only made more of a mess of himself. Becky had to clutch him to her to keep him from flailing too much. She could feel the wetness spreading over her waist now from him, but she was already going to have to change anyhow, and she didn’t mind a bit of baby pee. It brought her back to those first days of having him when she hadn’t known to cover up his penis while she changed him… Though he hadn’t been so squirmy then!

She soon had him strapped down on the changing table and began to clean him up, tossing clothes off into the hamper, which was contributing to the general urine smell of the nursery now. She remembered that smell well from his infant years and it was starting to have the same aroma, the familiar mix of powder, pee, poop and diapers and plastic.

She had little time to enjoy it though as she quickly went about wiping, powdering, diapering her son and getting him dressed once more. She was recalling all the old tricks to dressing a struggling toddler and the experience was certainly coming in handy. She’d grab one limb and wiggle the clothes onto it then use that as a fetter while she held the other part and the other limb that needed to go into it, keeping him partially restrained the whole time.

Caleb soon settled down, only to see that now that he was dressed, his mother was nowhere to be found. He wriggled a bit but found no give to the straps. And he was certainly not happy to be stuck in a bulky diaper. He had learned quickly just what the difference was between his trainers and diapers, and he couldn’t stand the diapers. The thickness not only hobbled him up, but reminded him that he was expected to use these whether he liked it or not. And where was his mommy!?

Becky heard him call out for her as she walked leisurely back to the nursery with a bottle in hand. “Don’t be scared baby Mommy’s here” she soothed as she walked over to the changing table and unstrapped him. Caleb smiled a bit as she carried him along, feeling better just by being close to her.

“Mommy is very disappointed in your behavior baby, you need to be extra good when we go to see Doctor McTaggert or mommy will spank.” She threatened.

“Mommy I don’t wanna go to the doctor!” Caleb begged, looking up at her seeming to grow taller as he was set down. Then he looked around him and saw four mesh walls. A play pen! A prison for children! He realized he had more immediate problems than the doctor’s visit.

“Mommy what’s this!?” He asked as he went over to stand with his hands on the wall that went up to his chest. Becky smiled. She’d set it up just right while he played in the living room, and it would still work for him if he didn’t try to climb around too much.

“It’s your new play pen baby. This way mommy wont have to watch you when you’re playing. Theres some toys in there for you to play with.”

“But why do I gotta be in here?” He asked, tugging helplessly on the rail.

“Because mommy needs to go clean up the baby pee from her dress.” Becky deadpanned, looking down at him. She grinned as she saw the blush on his cheeks and knew he wasn’t going to argue much more after that.

“Oh and before I go…” She grabbed up the baby bottle and poked it into the corner of his lips, letting him instinctively grab it up. “I want that bottle finished by the time I come back, or you can stay in your play pen all day.

Caleb’s reply was muffled by the nipple, and he had no choice but to start suckling at the bottle as he watched his mother recede out the door and down the hall. This just wasn’t fair! He hadn’t misbehaved, he didn’t need to be stuck in a play pen like an infant! Caleb stomped his foot but the padding of the play pen kept it from making any real impact.

He was stuck with nothing to do now except think about the doctor’s visit. Oddly enough though he was thankful for the bottle, as it soothed him when he suckled the milk from it. Becky found him laying down with the bottle over his chest and smiled as she watched his cheeks squish in as he suckled out the last drop. He wasn’t doing this on her orders, but because he needed to, needed the comfort of it. Yes, things were going just as planned.

Becky patted his head and helped him up, setting the bottle aside and gathering him into her arms. He seemed calmer now, and she hoped it would last.

“Come on baby.” She said softly as he looked to her a bit sleepily. “You can nap on the way there.”

Caleb wasn’t too happy about having his quiet reverie interrupted, but the only avenue he had for his frustrations was to pout slightly as his mother picked him up and began carrying him along towards the door.

Becky noticed the pout and frowned.

“What’s wrong baby, are you wetties?” She asked, knowing he’d have whined if he was, but she needed to get into the habit of checking him.

“No mommy I just don’t wanna g—” Becky cut off his words.

“Nonsense let mommy check.” She smiled and held him, snaking a hand around to his front and poking a finger inside his waistband.

“Wow! You’re dry! What a good boy!” She said in her most excited tone as though he had just won the local, state and national dry diaper contest.

“Mommyyyyy…” Caleb whined, not liking all the new attention to the status of his diapers.

“Hush baby, let mommy buckle you in.” She said as she got the door open and settled a slightly calmer boy into the car seat. Caleb gave her the usual cranky look and tugged at the harness once he was fastened in, though of course there was no give to it.

Becky smiled back at him. “The doctor will be so happy to know how hard you’re trying baby. I bet she’ll give you a wolly. Would baby wike a wolly?” She asked as she craned her neck around from the driver’s seat.

Caleb could hardly stand this. The strap was too tight and rubbed his diaper into his crotch and the fact that one of them snaked over his tummy was not helping his bladder control, especially not with a bottle having just gone down.

“Mommy! I’m not a baby! I don’t wanna sit in a car seat and I don’t wanna go to the doctors and im not wearing diapers ever again and I wanna go home and I don’t wanna eat yucky food anymore and take medicine and…” Becky frowned and started the engine, deciding not to let his tantrum get to her. She could tell he was squirming and fussing in the back, but she wanted to let him wear himself out. She needed him settled for this visit, and she figured if she got him really worked up he’d probably wet. The doctor liked him better when he was damp, embarassed and submissive.

“Of course you’re a baby!” She gushed sweetly.

“NO! No no no no nooooooooooooo!” He screamed, kicking his legs as much as the car seat and the straps would allow.

“Well you sure look like a baby back there.” Becky said with a laugh, which only brought more high pitched unintelligible screaming and crying. Becky let him go on for a while and kept peeking back for the red cheeks and clutching of his diaper that would indicate that he’d lost the battle with his bladder.

“Mommy I gotta pee..” He ventured once he’d settled and felt like talking, though he was still breathing a bit heavily.

“That’s why you have a diaper on.” Becky recited tiredly as she waited at a light.

“I’m not goin in a diaper anymore” He recited, a line she’d groan familiar with from his tantrum.

“Ok.” She agreed easily and drove a little longer.

“Mommyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!” He cried a bit more urgently not long later. “I really gotta pee stop so I can go pee!” He whined.

“But I thought you werent going to pee?” Becky asked, quite bewildered by the contradiction strapped into the back seat.

“I’m not gunna pee in the diaper!” He snapped back. Becky took it in stride, used to these silly arguments, and knowing she’d win anyhow.

“Well then don’t pee. It’s up to you baby.” She said as if it made little difference.

“But I gotta!” He yelped desperately, feeling the heated tickle in his innards that confirmed this statement.

“Well then I guess you gotta go in your diaper don’t you?” Becky asked with a chuckle.

“Mommy stop stop stop I gotta pee!” He whined more urgently than ever.

“Baby you hold your pee in too much and it gets to be too much for your trainers to handle. You’re lucky you’re in a diaper so it’ll soak it all up. Mommy’s going to have to break you of that naughty habit.”

“But Mommy I’m not goin in the diaper.” He explained for the thousandth time.

“Yes you are baby you need to wet when you need to and not hold it forever. Go on, go peepee for mommy.” She coaxed.

“But Mommy…” He fussed, wiggling his legs closer together.

“No buts. Mommy wants a wet little baby butt by the time we get to the doctors or mommy will spank.” She threatened. Caleb looked at her and she looked back at him in the mirror.

“Spread your legs a little and relax, it’ll feel better.” She said, hating to see him fidget and put so much effort into a losing battle.

She turned her attention forward and Caleb pouted. “Do I gotta.”

“Yes baby make a wet diaper for mommy. No one has to know, come on.”

Caleb looked down at his diaper and poked at it, hearing the crinkle of the lining and then frowning. But his tummy was going to explode, and that’d be an even bigger mess, so he decided he might as well do as his mommy said. He relaxed his legs and then bore down, flexing his little stomach muscles. There was no trickle this time, it just all came out, and he let out a little sigh of relief. A sigh that brought a smile to his mother’s face as they pulled into Dr. McTaggert’s office.

Caleb blinked as the objects in the window stopped moving, just as his bladder emptied, and then he saw his mommy opening the door.

“We’re here sweetums, did baby make a wet diaper for mommy?” She asked, seeming far too happy for Caleb’s taste. He just nodded.

“Hmmm not talking to mommy huh? Mommy better check.” Once again he heard the diaper crinkle as it was pulled out and a slight chill as a finger was poked inside. Even without the strong pee odor, Becky could feel the slight damp warmth to his skin.

“Awww good boy doing what Mommy said!” She smiled and began to unstrap him.

“Change me?” Caleb asked, wiggling to get used to his new found freedom.

“Not yet baby the doctor will be taking your diaper off anyhow so it may as well stay on. Don’t worry no one will notice.” She smiled down at him and set him down on his feet, taking his hand. She was less than surprised when it took a good bit of tugging and coaxing to get him into the waiting room.

The receptionist smiled and took their information and Becky sat down with Caleb at the most conspicuous spot she could find. Caleb had been awful all day, between the wettings and the frequent tantrums, and she’d decided it was time to reinforce her role as the mommy.

Caleb felt as conspicuous as ever. Why hadn’t his mom sat him in a corner or made him invisible or something? Everyone could see and smell and hear that he was wearing a wet diaper, he was sure of it. He looked around, offering a sheepish wave here and there to the other children waiting, noticing that they werent all girls this time. Dr. McTaggert seemed to be seeing boys other than him all of a sudden, and none of them looked too happy about it.

The receptionist came back from checking on their appointment and smiled, kneeling down infront of Caleb. “Hey kiddo. So you’re here about your diapers huh?” She asked. He’d probably have been less mortified if cancer had been substituted for diapers and he just fidgeted and tried to pretend this wasn’t happening.

“Awww don’t be shy little one all the other boys are too. The girls aren’t of course…” He could hear a girl on his left giggle and point. “Its natural for boys to wear diapers later. And I bet you look awful cute in yours. Want to show us? Do you baby?” She gushed and smiled down at him. She was testing the limits of the training Caleb had received to make him stop being embarrassed about this sort of thing, and his more immature grasp on good behavior. And they were both about to break.

“NO!” Caleb finally screamed. “I don’t wear diapers leave me alone!” The receptionist was somewhat taken aback but she took it in stride. Most of the boys the doctor had taken on were none too happy about it and therefore some were volatile

and some were exceedingly quiet. This was one of the former category which she was starting to get used to. Becky, however, was certainly not. Caleb felt his body suddenly fly out of his chair.

“What did you say baby!?” Becky demanded.

Caleb squirmed, knowing what was coming and the receptionist just watched.

“What did you say?” Becky demanded again, now with all the force of a displeased mother.

“I said no…” Caleb said softly, though the word had lost its defiance.

“You don’t tell your nurse or mommy or sitter no. EVER!” Becky raised her voice and then turned to the receptionist while Caleb was cowed by her voice.

“I’m very sorry about him Rita, he just acts up some times. And yes, he does wear diapers. I’ve never known him to lie like that since he was a toddler.”

“Well he seems to be much more like a toddler than a big boy.” Rita the receptionist said, looking down at him and enjoying the coming payback.

“I agree, Rita. But just being a baby isnt an excuse to be rude. Caleb, apologize to the nice lady.”

Caleb looked at her and she stared ice back at him. “Caleb…” She said. He knew he was already

in for it just by her voice.

“I’m sorry miss Rita…” He said softly. Rita just smiled and nodded.

“Now I think she asked you to show her your diaper.” Becky said, looking at him.

“Mommy…” Caleb whimpered, trying to move closer to her and hide from all of this.

“Don’t mommy me. 1…. 2…” She began to count. The worst things imaginable would happen if she finished.

“Mommy no please not here everyone’ll…” “3…” Caleb looked around. The boys were looking down as though they expected this to play out on them next, but the girls, including Rita, were all staring eagerly, some grinning. Caleb wiggled his pants down and revealed the swollen white diaper. He whined as he heard a girl on his right point and say that he was wet. The girl was perhaps ten, and her mother praised her for spotting it, saying one day she’d make a good mommy.

Caleb tried to pull his pants up, having done as told, but Becky grabbed his wrist and pulled him over, sitting him on her lap and holding him firmly. “Leave them down baby.” She said ominously.

“He’s cute just like I thought, I hope I didn’t get him in too much trouble.” Rita said with a smile.

“No he’s had this coming all day…” Becky muttered with a very disappointed look.

Caleb was about to ask what, when he felt himself flipped over. He knew what was coming when his mother snapped back the tapes on his diaper.

“No!” He screamed, starting to struggle even before the first swat came down on his damp botom.

The waiting room grew silent and everyone could clearly hear Caleb’s screams and struggles until finally they died down to a whimpering sob when he was broken. Becky knew to stop then, and gathered him to her, fastening the wet diaper back on and letting him sob on her shoulder. Caleb barely could see through his tears, but he still knew the waiting room was watching him, and for real this time, as his mother carried him into the examination room.

Chapter 9

Doctor McTaggert looked as happy as Caleb had ever seen her as she came in to find him sulking and streaky faced, sitting on the exam table in a wet diaper. She could tell that perhaps for the first time she would have no trouble with him whatever. She wanted to keep him in the diaper, but she decided that it might be best to get it off so she could accurately check his weight. There wouldn’t be much danger, he’d just wet so he wouldn’t need to go again for a while, and he still had nominal control over it anyhow.

“First thing’s first, Caleb. I see someone’s diaper is sagging. Would you like me to get that off for you?” Dr. McTaggert offered sweetly.

Caleb gave the expected nod and Dr. McTaggert hoisted him onto the table and took off his pants and shirt with ease, as well as his sneakers. She gently pushed him back to lay down and then peeled back the tapes of the diaper. Shhlllick…. Shhhliick… and two more times before finally her patient felt the cool draft over his heated bottom and the diaper was slipped out from under him. Dr. McTaggert spent little time wiping him up. He was a boy, he was in diapers, and he was going to smell like pee before long again no matter how well she cleaned him.

“There, that’s better isn’t it?” She smiled cheerily. Caleb wasn’t used to this and smiled back to her nodding that it was indeed better. He even felt a little happier now that everyone didn’t seem to be angry at him. He felt less exposed now as well, now that he was, to him, far away from the reception room full of staring mothers and other kids.

Dr. McTaggert guided him to the scale, marking things down on her clip board, and then to the height measurer, deciding that he hadn’t grown at all. She could see that he was plumping a bit from the inactivity and frequent naps, and the fact that his weight hadn’t increased meant he was losing muscle mass, something the doctor had been waiting for.

And with the medical niceties out of the way, her main business was to explain the next phase of his training. These phases that required his cooperation were never her favorites, but then, she knew that physical force and medical science weren’t the only means to her ends. She could use guile as well as any woman could.

“Now then young man, your mommy tells me you’ve been flooding your trainers. Is this true?” The doctor asked, poking in his belly buttom to draw a giggle.

Caleb didn’t understand why the doctor was being so nice, but it was a welcome change. “I dunno…” He said bashfully, a blush coming over his cheeks. It was to his mother’s turn to be the stern one now.

“Caleb! Don’t lie… Yes, doctor. He’s had two wettings just today that have soaked through. He was on my lap for one of them and then I decided I needed to talk to you.” She explained, looking to Caleb with extraordinary displeasure.

“Is that right?” The doctor asked, still focusing on her patient. Caleb whined and looked between them before nodding that it was.

“Well we can’t have you making messes on the carpet and in your bed, can we? Diapers are fine to wet for a child your age, bur furniture is another matter entirely…” The doctor said rather pointedly. Caleb just looked down and she took his silence as consent, not that it was really needed.

“Well, what can we do about this Caleb?” She asked, raising his chin to look up at her. “It seems to me that we have two choices.”

Caleb peered at her and asked very softly as he looked between the doctor and his mother. “What are they?” His voice trembled a little and he had a feeling that neither would be fun.

“Well, as my professional opinion, I would advise your mother to place you back in diapers full time and put you on a changing schedule like any other incontinent baby.” The doctor said with a grim face, knowing the reaction this would receive from her helpless charge.

“No! Im not staying in diapers ever!” Caleb said as authoritatively as he could, naked on the exam table with the two women hovering over him.

“But baby, you stay in diapers for most of the day anyhow, the only reason you have problems is you keep trying to hold everything in like a big boy when we both know you’re not.” His mother cooed, trying to calm him and help him to see just why this course was better. Of course, she didn’t want it to go that way.

Forcing a boy back into diapers would result in ridiculous amounts of crying, fussing, and possible physical harm inflicted on himself no matter how well watched he was. Constipation or an infection of the urinary tract could result from

refusal to use the diapers, or more serious problems occur if too much medication was employed to avoid the former problem. That was why Doctor McTaggert had counseled that they let him pick the second option, which his mother soon explained.

“Ok, ok, hush now baby mommy’s here… There’s another way that the doctor and I can keep you out of diapers and let you stay a big boy.” Becky smiled down at him with a winning look. She was glad to see the relief in his eyes, like the look of a baby finally letting go and wetting themselves.

“What is it mommy I’ll do it!” He said enthusiastically, and not at all in his indoor voice.

“Well, from a purely mathematical standpoint, the problem is this.” The doctor began, using her best clinical voice. “Your bladder, as weak as it is thanks to you being sick, is still around the size of a four year old’s from my last tests. Training pants weren’t meant to handle that volume of pee, as they’re only designed for small toddlers. They can take a small wetting, but when you hold it in til your bladder is full, that’s a big boy accident, not a baby one and the trainers cant hold it all. Do you understand little one?” The doctor asked. She had avoided using her usual technical terms and describing the actual bladder volume measurements she had taken, as well as the absorbency ratings of his trainers.

She of course found these things fascinating and quite useful to his therapy, but more than to impress him with her knowledge of nappies, she wanted him to understand and, above all, cooperate.

“I think so doctor…” Caleb said, wondering where this was going.

“Well, if you wet more often when you need to and don’t try to hold it, you wont wet as much at once, and it wont flood your trainers. So, when your mommy cant take you to the potty in time, you need to just relax and give in. It cant be that hard, you do it when you wear diapers out of the house, as I can see…” Here the doctor gestured to the diaper genie that held his still warm wet diaper.

“I didn’t mean to it was cuz…” The doctor cut Caleb’s reply off.

“Its alright baby, we know this isnn’t your fault, but you have to help your mommy deal with it and leaving puddles wherever you sit isn’t good.” The doctor scolded.

“She’s right baby. If you want to stay in trainers you’ll have to just learn to pee when mommy isn’t around to take you potty. Otherwise its back to diapers. Its up to you little guy…” His mother looked down at him questioningly.

“I wanna stay in my trainers!” Was the natural reply.

“Ok then it’s settled. Becky, you can take him on home once you get him dressed. Check his trainers often to make sure that he wets them when you aren’t around to take him to the potty. I’d start a star chart if I were you.” The doctor smiled here at the irony, as this was more common for potty training than un-potty training.

“Good idea Doctor, thanks!” Becky smiled and looked to Caleb.

“Thank Dr. McTaggert for letting you keep your trainers.” She ordered.

“Thank you Doctor…” Caleb said. for the first time he actually meant it. His mommy and the doctor were being very accommodating despite his accidents and misbehavior earlier in the day.

The doctor helped Becky dress him to his muted protests, and saw him out the door before waving in another boy his age, who looked at Caleb and the bulge of a diaper between his legs and, rather than laughing, merely looked down. He was already wetting the bed again, and wondered how long it would be before he too had something white and rustling between his legs.

Becky led him out, amused that almost half of the doctor’s patients were now boys, largely the brothers of her usual girl patients. She had to wonder just how far this therapy was going to go, but for now she was focused on her son as they drove home.

“Mommy do I really gotta wet myself all the time now?” Caleb asked.

“No of course not baby, just don’t try to hold it when mommy cant take you to pee when you need to.” Becky said soothingly. She was glad the doctor hadn’t laid down any hard rules for this new training, as she always did like to work at her own pace.

“Ok baby, we’ll start your training now and mommy’s going to check you every hour to make sure you’re wet or on the potty, ok?” Becky asked, smiling to him. “If you can wet when you need to like a good boy, you’ll get a star, but if you don’t you get a frowny face!” She gave a mournful tone to this, showing him the respective stickers. “Too many frownies and its back to diapers!”

“No!”

Becky was going to have to get used to hearing this toddler like reaction frequently, she thought to herself.

“Ok baby, you don’t need to go back to diapers if you do like mommy says. Now go play.” She handed him a sippy cup of juice and sent him on his way. He came back once he was done and pointed down at his still bulging bottom.

“Oh how silly of mommy! You still have your diaper on for when we were out of the house. Is baby wet?” Becky asked, squeezing the front of the diaper. She found that he was fairly dry.

“Ok, well, we can start now. Baby, why don’t you practice wetting just a little bit for mommy.

“But mommy, I don’t need to go!” Caleb protested.

“Mommy knows that baby, but if you wait til you need to go all the time you’ll just flood your trainers, remember what the doctor said? Remember our deal?” She pressed,

Caleb looked up at her, sulking, and then stomped his foot, as though it were a magical gesture that would make this problem just go away. His mother, however, was not budging, and surely hadn’t been dissipated by his foot stomping, nor had the diaper.

She snatched him up into her lap and hugged him gently. She could have made him wet, but just forcing a boy to wet wasn’t the way to train him.

“Baby, mommy isn’t going to have a wet lap again. Lets make a nice wet diaper for mommy ok?” She coaxed.

“Mom I’m not a baby!”

“Mommy knows that Caleb, but you need to prove it. Pee a little bit so you wont hold it in and make a mess of us both.”

Caleb looked up at her and whined, searching her blue eyes for any sign of yielding, which of course didn’t come. Becky positioned her hand over the crotch of his diaper and smiled to him reassuringly.

“Mommy’s here Caleb and its ok to wet if you need to. Come on pee for mommy and I’ll put up a star on your chart.” He fidgeted a bit.

“And” She added enticingly “You can get out of that diaper.” Me smiled to him and poked his nose, grinning as she saw the smile returned. Caleb looked around and blushed a bit, then exhaled, looking down at his mother’s hand over the front of his diaper as he grunted a bit.

Becky felt the diaper warm slightly and smiled, gushing far more than he just had.

“Good boy! Let’s put up a sticker and mommy can get you changed!”

She handed him a sticker and directed him to put it on a spot on the new chart, then whisked him off to be out of the diaper and into his trainers. Caleb lay there as she enacted the now familiar ritual of the diaper change.

“Mommy do I need to poop my trainers too?” He asked, his previous levity disappearing as he saw the small yellow spot in the nappy.

“Of course not baby, you can still hold that as long as you use the potty often enough, though if you have to go back to diapers you’ll need to poop in them since they don’t come off as easy.” Becky tossed the wet diaper away and held up a pair of training pants.

“So are you going to pee when you need to or are you going to start sitting in a poopie diaper like a baby?” She asked him, wondering which action was more infantile.

“Can I have the trainers mommy? I’ll pee if I have to…” He agreed. Becky stood him up, had him step into them, and snapped the waist bands. He had his unpotty training pants on, and now it was time to really get down to business.

Caleb scurried off happily, wearing only the trainers and t shirt like a real toddler. His mommy stayed in the nursery for a while, rummaging about and doing what he wisely categorized as “mommy stuff”. Much of this no longer meant anything to him.

Of course, Becky knew better. She was weighing the wet diaper to check his fluid output against his usual wetting and that of his proper age group. He had only peed about two ounces, a good bit less than normal. If she kept this up, his bladder would be shrunk through lack of the stretching that occurred when it was full, and he would begin to need to wet more frequently all on his own. Then it would be only a matter of time before either she got tired of the frequent potty runs and trainer changes, or he did.

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?

Caleb 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?”

Caleb 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. Becky 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. McTaggert 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, Becky had reasoned. Dr, McTaggert, despite her love of proper scientific documentation, had been duly

impressed by Becky’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. “Ok come over here little one.” She said, smiling and kneeling down to his level.

Caleb 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. Caleb 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 wont feel like you have to hold it in all the time. Howabout we compromise?” She asked him. Caleb 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

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

Caleb was understandably confused and pouted. “But I cant 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 til you wet and then we can go play ok? And no getting up til you’re wet…” She chided.

Caleb 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.

Becky 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.” Caleb gave her a deadpan look and was somewhat unconvinced.

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

“Baby there wont 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. Caleb whimpered and shook his head.

“Ok 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 Becky felt the warmth, smiling encouragingly.

“That’s it Caleb, 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. Becky gushed over him and grabbed him up in a warm hug.

“Can I get changed now mommy?” Caleb 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 ok?” Becky 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.

“Ok!” 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. Becky 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.

Becky was starting to enjoy this training, and Caleb 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 ok?” She smiled encouragingly as she washed dishes.

“Nuh uh take me potty!” He said more demandingly. Becky 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.

“Caleb 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. Caleb 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. Caleb was learning to pee more often, mainly because Becky 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. Caleb was very much acting the part of the toddler as well, whining often about having to use his trainers. Becky 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.

Caleb 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 ok?” She asked with a bright smile. Caleb 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 til then?”

“Ok 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. Becky 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. Becky 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. Caleb 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. Becky hid a grin as his expression changed and she reached down to feel the crotch of his trainers.

“Hmmm no frownie face after all Caleb, 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. Becky 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 Caleb was getting used to frequently wetting his trainers.

Becky was beginning to get frazzled by it all though. Caleb had soaked through the training pants once after multiple wettings, so Becky 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 surely did the trick. As did one or two small wet spots on her furniture, which had gotten Caleb banned from the “grown up” seating so that he would sit on a couple of towels or old blankets in the center of the living room.

There his accidents wouldn’t be a problem and his behavior could be more easily watched. Caleb didn’t mind it too much, though he had to be told about his proper place to sit more than once. He could play with toys on the floor unlike on the couch, and he could still sit there so long as it was on his mother’s lap, a place he liked better than any sofa.

So it wasn’t terribly fortunate that after about the second week of the new training Caleb 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 cheap 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. Becky 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 Caleb by the hand and marched towards the nursery without a word. Caleb was good with wishful thinking, but even he knew she wasn’t taking him potty.

Becky 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 Caleb started out crying and struggling and soon faded to a helpless whimper. The diaper crinkled with each swat and when she was finally done Becky told him to be a good boy and poop his diapers for her. Caleb hated the idea, but he wasn’t about to put up a fuss. Becky 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. Caleb 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.

Becky had no such luxuries and was feeling a bit guilty for losing her temper. Caleb 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. McTaggert and schedule the latest appointment, she was sure Caleb was ready… And she needed to make one other call as well.

Chapter 11

Their first stop was the doctor’s office, but Becky had cunningly planned for a trip to the store afterwards to keep Caleb in the best spirits she possibly could, considering how he disliked the visits with Dr. McTaggert. 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, Becky knew otherwise.

With Caleb 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. Caleb was now more comfortable in his babyish state, even despite being in a diaper. Becky 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.

Caleb 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. McTaggert had taken on were bedwetters and so were used to the sound of diapers even if they didn’t always wear them.

Caleb 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 stimulus apart from the interaction with his mother, Caleb 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 Becky came to collect him for their visit though.

“Wow that’s fast!” She gushed, smiling down at him. Caleb just nodded proudly and gave them one more good slap to show the colored plastic rings who was in charge of them. “Now lets see how fast you can get into the doctors office!” She said encouragingly, ushering him towards the door. Caleb 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. McTaggert’s exam room.

Dr. McTaggert seemed as glad to see him as she had been of late, which was good. Becky 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 Caleb! 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 Caleb 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..” Caleb 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 McTaggert 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 Cabe?” 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.

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

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

Caleb 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. Caleb 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. Becky 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?” Becky was apparently quite proud of this for some reason. Caleb simply nodded and lay in the warm damp diaper.

“Caleb 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.”

Caleb 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 Caleb, 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 Becky home with a cranky boy. The two women waited until Caleb finally nodded.

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

“Becky can you watch him while I go get the tube?” Dr. McTaggert asked. Becky nodded softly and Caleb 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? Caleb 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 ok, 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. Caleb 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?” Caleb 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. Caleb 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. Caleb 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. Becky 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 Caleb’s mouth.

“Hmmm maybe he does want to cooperate. Good boy Caleb.” 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 mimiced the mother’s nipple, the source of comfort, which was mimicked in turn by the baby bottle. Caleb didnt 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 didnt 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.” Becky 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 couldnt last forever.

“Good no more pacifier!” Caleb 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. Caleb 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. Becky got Caleb back in just a diaper and settled him on the floor.

“Mommy and Doctor McTaggert 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 Becky, 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 didnt 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. Caleb could scarcely wait to get there, but he wasn’t so thrilled when he discovered where their first stop was to be.

Caleb 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. Becky 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.

Caleb 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. Becky 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 Caleb 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 itd be cheaper for me to just keep you in them full time, especially if you want to complain about the trainers mommy buys you!” Becky scolded him and Caleb settled down with a soft whimper.

With Caleb 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 Caleb’s age were unscented or made to be thinner, and that just wouldn’t do for Becky. 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 Cabe?” 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!?”

Becky 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.” Becky offered helpfully, pointing to the stuff on the little display shelves.

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

“This too?” The clerk asked, looking at the package of Amazin Fruit Gummi Bears that Caleb 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.” Becky said, taking it out of his hands. “and no need to bag it. He’s been a very good boy. Haven’t you baby?

Caleb 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.

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

Becky 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 Becky” 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… Caleb 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, Becky thought.

Caleb 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 Caleb, 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. Caleb’s reply was to begin to cry.

Chapter 12 Cousin Abby was a much beloved member of Caleb’s shrinking circle of friends. None of his buddies from school could be allowed to see him now, and he was almost grateful that his mother always answered inquiries about playing with him with a line about him being sick. The reason they had fallen out was that, at some point in his life, Caleb had realized she was a girl. This was around the time she had realized she was a girl. When Abby and Caleb had still been very small children, Abby was happy just to have a play mate, but now as she burgeoned on an adolescence that came earlier and earlier as mass society was marketed to ever younger children, especially girls, she was beginning to identify herself more as a female, and wanting to act the part. That had put an end to battles between GI Joe and Cobra that had lasted well past dusk, when they should have come inside. Tadpole catching in the stream behind her house had also suffered. And from the ashes of what had been their companionship came a lasting enmity. Abby chose to base her own maturity upon Caleb’s lack thereof, and to point to the differences between them happily. Caleb, of course, saw her haughtiness as a great bit of nonsense as it was generally agreed upon in playground debates among boys that everyone knew boys were vastly superior to their pig tailed counterparts. The only problem with this was that Abby’s mature act had landed her plenty of babysitting jobs, had always wondered just how she managed to be so good looking after boys nearly as old as she was. She had never gotten a chance to babysit him, Becky had a teenage babysitter down the street but she was away for the summer. Abby was overjoyed, she’d been looking forward to the chance of showing off how much of a grown up she was, especially compared to her cousin. Caleb was soon settled in the living room where Abby looked around. “How come there’s no playpen Aunt Becky?” She asked curiously. “Oh I think he’s a bit big for that.” Becky pointed out, having to expend effort not to add in “for now”. Caleb was glad at his mother sticking up for him. “It sure would keep him out of trouble. Little boys are awful for getting in trouble, and one that still needs diapers is a lot easier to keep out of mischief than a big boy.” Caleb stomped his foot as she set him down in the middle of the room and moved to the couch without him. His mother settled in a chair and he started for the couch. “See, it’d keep him off the furniture. When they’re in diapers they cant be allowed to climb around cuz it stretches the diaper and warps the elastic so leaks are more likely, and that’s especially bad on furniture. Most play pens are waterproofed on the bottom just for diaper boys.” She explained as she gathered Caleb to her lap before he could get comfortable on the far corner of the couch away from her. “I don’t wear diapers at home!” He complained, glaring at her. “Lets find out. Hnnn” Abby took down his overalls expertly and then held him against her chest while she rose slightly and tugged the overalls off, revealing the disposable Becky had him in at the doctor’s office. Caleb kicked and complained at this and tried to grab for his pants but a look from his mother quieted him. “Looks like a diaper to me, and it feels kind of mushy too.” Abby pointed out, squeezing the front while she kept her free hand around Caleb’s waist. “He wears diapers out of the house, but I let him stay in trainers when he’s at home because if I don’t he gets fussy. He’s diapered for naps and bed time though, I hate changing sheets.” Becky said with a laugh. “MAH-OOOOM!” Caleb cried out as she was telling his cousin entirely too much. “It’s okay Cabey-Wabey, I deal with a lot of boys who need to be diapered for naps…. Though not all of them are so cute in their diapers.” Abby laughed and teased him. “Speaking of which I think I should get you out of this one. Would you like a fresh diaper, little cousin Caleb?” She asked condescendingly as she could. “Trainers!” He said forcefully. A nod from Becky and Abby knew her fun was over with the teasing, though she had other things she could do… and when she was babysitting a diapered boy she was going to have a play pen set up. Caleb might not like it, but she wanted to play on the computer, not spend all day chasing him around. And she knew from games of tag when they were younger how fast he could lead a chase! “Mom how come she’s here?” Caleb asked rather suddenly. “Because I need some help looking after you, I haven’t had a lot of mommy time lately and I was getting cranky. I don’t want to be mean with you Caleb, so your cousin is going to help me look after you if that’s ok.” “It’s not!” Caleb said, pouting at her and trying his best to ignore Abby. “See, I told you he needs a play pen.” Abby laughed and squeezed him. Caleb pouted up at her as he was finding it hard to ignore her when she was holding his little self. “I’ll think about buying one if you can keep him under control for the week.” “MOM NO!” Caleb screamed, struggling to get free of Abby’s grip. “Caleb I don’t want to hear anymore yelling from you. Your cousin is in charge while I go out to some stores and I hope you can behave for her.” As if to emphasize the necessity of behaving Abby hefted him up onto his feet and swatted his crinkly, soggy bottom. “You heard her little boy. Now lets get that wet diaper changed. You’re starting to smell.” She smiled rather enjoying drawing attention to it and waved to Becky as she left. Caleb looked back at his departing mother as he was led off to his nursery. Caleb found himself laying on the changing table wondering what had happened. Abby liked to look down on him, even when they had played together he’d be the baby when they played house, and he was forced to be the decepticons when they played transformers. And now she really had him. He felt looked up at the greatly curious smile on her face. “Lets see how wet you are baby Caleb” She giggled as she said this and pressed her hand firmly between his legs, feeling the soft squish of his cooling diaper. “Yep, someone definitely needs a diaper change. Who is it ? Whoooo is it?” She asked, smiling down at him in the most demeaning way possible. Caleb just pouted up at her and remained quiet. “You’re cranky aren’t you. I can see why. Let’s get this off your bottom then.” She tore back the tapes for the diaper and peeled it off him then set about wiping him up with the diaper still under him. “Do I need to fold the diaper back over your penis while I get a fresh one or can you hold it?” She asked, smiling softly and enjoying the babyish implications. “I can hold it” Caleb said with a pout at having to answer such a thing. He only wished he could find his squirt gun so he could make her see what it felt like to be all wet… Just like in the water battles they’d used to have with his old super soaker in the summer. “My, what a big boy you are.” Abby teased before she flopped the cold wet diaper back over his penis anyhow and went to fetch a new one along with some powder. “So how did you end up looking like such a baby anyhow?” She asked as she picked up one of his thick night time diapers. “I don’t wear those during the day mom said so!” Caleb said rather authoritatively, the fact that his mother had said it meant that it held some weight. “Oh alright, what do you want to wear then?” Abby asked, skillfully countering him. “Underwear…” He murmured. “I don’t think so Caleb. What do you wear during the day, ask nicely. You know I can spank you if you don’t want to behave.” She smiled sweetly. “Can you put me in my training pants?” Caleb asked with a defeated sigh. “Of course Cabey-Wabey. “ She smiled brightly and grabbed a pair from the drawer and coming back to stand overtop him. “First we’ll get you powdered up so you don’t smell like pee, then Nanny Abby can get you into your little training pants. Would you like that Cabe?” She gave that usual sweet condescending smile and Caleb pouted all the more. Why was she being so mean? “You’re not my nanny! I’m older than you!” He said angrily, watching her hold the baby powder at the ready. “Shush, your mom left me in charge and that means you can call me nanny. Especially if you want your diapers changed on time!” “Trainers!” Caleb said, sulking miserably. Abby just nodded and rolled her eyes. Boys could be so fussy. “Whatever you say, baby. Sit still while I get you powdered up.” She sprinkled the powder into her hands and then rubbed it in, rather than sprinkling it everywhere which could get it into the air. Caleb blushed as she carefully rubbed it over his damp penis and then wiped the excess powder over his tummy. “Alright Caleb hop down.” She said, holding the trainers out and guiding his legs into them. As he hopped down off the table she pulled them up, getting them on snugly. “There now that wasn’t so bad. Now I think you should tell me how you ended up wetting the bed again and having accidents during the day.” She smiled. This was going to be a fun story. “My mom decided to make me wear training pants.” He said. Sadly that was the least embarrassing way he could put it. “Uh huh…” Abby muttered, deciding to make a note to ask her aunt about this before looking back to Caleb. “Ok sit in your room and play with your Legos for a while, I need to get back to important grown up stuff.” She said in her most condescending manner. “You’re not a grown up” Caleb said disbelievingly. “More than you are.” Abby sneered as she went back to the computer. Caleb just pouted and moved to get dressed, he wasn’t going to hang around her without anything covering his trainers, that was for sure! Caleb had been playing for a while when he realized he needed to wet, and smiled as he saw an advantage of having Abby around. “Nanny Abby” He said as respectfully as he could. “I need to pee”. “Well go potty then.” She muttered as she clicked out an instant messenger window. “Ok” He scurried off to the bathroom and smiled as he stood and used the toilet like a big boy for the first time in a long while. He smiled proudly as he stood up and tugged his dungarees and training pants down, enjoying the rumbling gurgle as he peed into the toilet, the bowl amplifying the sound. It was loud and rude, a most masculine enterprise… and it attracted Abby’s attention. “Caleb, don’t you have a potty to go on?” She asked. “I am” He said with a giggle, trying to act innocent. “I think I saw a little blue plastic baby potty with a pee guard in your nursery. Isnt that where your mommy wants you to pee?” Caleb looked to her in wonderment. How did she know this? “I guess so…” He muttered with a soft pout. “Well ok then. If you don’t want your mom to know you broke the rules you’re going to take a nap.” She smiled and then sighed as she looked at the state of him. “Oh look at you, you didn’t even wipe!” She said disgustedly. She knelt down and swatted his thighs apart, daring him to try to interfere as she dabbed at his pee hole with a baby wipe. “Step out of your pants” She said calmly. Caleb complied, knowing he was at a disadvantage. “Okay, I’ll be good… But do I really gotta get a nap?” He pouted. “Yes, let’s go get your diaper on and I’ll put you down to rest.” She couldn’t help but smile at his cute way of pouting as she led him back to the nursery. --- As she drove home from the store Becky felt rather bad about leaving Caleb to beg to be changed by his hated cousin, but it was a lesson she wanted him to learn. Caleb had to start to see all women as superior to him as care givers and disciplinarians, and that included girls old enough to take responsibility for him. He didn’t like Abby, but she was a good babysitter, and Caleb had to get used to things he didn’t like. However, despite the added help that Abby offered there was still going to be that adjustment period. For instance, Becky didn’t expect a ten-year-old in a wet diaper and jammies to fly at her as soon as she got in the door. “Hi mommy nap times over can you change me?” “Hi baby, and no, Abby’s looking after you and mommy needs to put her shopping away.” She replied evenly. Becky swatted his wet bottom and sent him off to play with Abby and ask her to change him. Caleb tugged on her shirt while she sat on the computer playing…. His mom would never let him on there but for some reason Abby wasn’t allowed. She wasn’t that much older than him was she? “Hey Abby, mom said I could play on the computer.” He stated as though this were reasonable. “No, she didn’t” Abby retorted with a tired sigh. Caleb just pouted at how easily she saw through him and went back to what he had originally gone to her for. “Uh mom said you had to change me too…” He said, even less sure of himself now. “She didn’t say that either, did she Caleb?” Abby asked as she swirled the computer chair to face him. “Well uh…” He managed. Abby muttered something about boys being boys and reached a hand to his shoulder to move him towards her. Caleb felt her tug the diaper with one finger and slide another into the waist band. “Well you are wet, but I think it can wait. Go play outside until I finish chatting ok?” She asked as she patted him on his head. She usually looked on him as an annoyance, but seeing him in his wet diaper and little jammies, caring for her cousin like a baby again was making more tender feelings come back as she remembered when he had been like her favorite doll, before he had wanted to do all this boy stuff. Caleb for his part glared at her and stomped off to the yard. He played in the sand box for a bit before he spotted a piece of bright green tubular plastic sticking out of it. “This belongs in a museum!” He thought to himself and began to carefully excavate it. He saw Abby occasionally peek through the curtains at him as he dusted off the sand from the ancient treasure, and each time he’d stop his work. If the Nazis saw what he was up to and acquired the artifact, they might…. Uh…. Melt their faces off? He wasn’t sure, but his play was distracting him from the wet diaper. Brilliant colors soon emerged from the sand, orange and white… and he giggled with delight. This artifact had been lost for ages, and now it had been rediscovered. Preservation was necessary. He grabbed up a truck and, when his guard in the window stopped looking again he loaded the precious cargo on and began a race towards the spigot where he could clean off the item and properly catalogue it archeologically. He had to bash a few Nazis off the side on the way, and managed to leave them all in the sandbox. Caleb washed off the old squirt gun and then filled it up, returning to the sandbox to wait patiently. Maybe now Abby would know what it felt like to be wet. “Caleb I can change your little peepants now if you want.” She said with a smile as she came out of the house. She felt a bit bad for leaving him like that even though most parents knew that a good overnight diaper like the huggies he was wearing could safely hold multiple wettings. She looked down at him just sitting there, immediately getting suspicious. “What are you doing?” Caleb’s answer came with a stream of water, dampening her shirt and pants in places as he giggled and deadpanned “No ticket.” Abby looked down at him angrily as though she were about to hit him, but that would be childish, and besides he really was just playing. “Give me that you brat!” She exclaimed, reaching for the squirt gun and getting sprayed in the face for her troubles. Becky soon came out, drawn from her relaxation by the commotion and seeing the wetness on someone who shouldn’t be wet, and the big boy toy in her baby’s hands… One which she had never liked in the first place… “Bradley!” She said in a voice that made it clear he was in trouble. Caleb dropped the gun and turned to his mommy, mouth open in surprise. “Over here now! You’re going to get the spanking of your life and you can stay in that diaper all day until Abby decides to change you. Honestly Caleb, what’s gotten into you!?” She grabbed him up and made him look at her, but was surprised to find Abby calming her as Caleb began to whimper and cry, not having much of an explanation other than that Abby was mean. He was even more surprised than Becky at what happened next. “Aunt Becky don’t be so hard on him, he was bad but that’s what little boys do, its our fault really for leaving toys like this lying around and not babyproofing the house better.” She smiled and stroked Caleb’s back as he looked to her. “You might be right.” Becky said softly, looking down at her whimpering son. “Ok Caleb be good the rest of the day and listen to your babysitter. Abby and I are going to be thinking about what big-boy privileges you can still enjoy.” She said with that usual ominous tone. Caleb turned to his savior, not worried about what might happen in the future as long as he wasn’t being spanked now, but the grin on Abby’s face made a tinge of fear cloud the relief he’d been feeling. It didn’t take her long to have a chance to prove to Becky what a baby he was, and to prompt that discussion regarding his big boy privileges. Abby already looked upon herself as better than most boys, and this was an example of the basis for her logic. Caleb had chosen to misbehave and play with things he shouldn’t even have just because he wanted them, even though he knew they’d be taken away after. She on the other hand, was patient and didn’t try to overstep herself. She was a fairly agreeable babysitter for a few days after that incident, and was quite pleased indeed when Becky bought her a new blouse and showed her what else she had purchased at the store. Abby had read in an ancient history class that when man, or in her view women, first formed societies, that the males had done the hunting and the women had been in charge of gathering and farming. The men would kill and hunt whenever they had the opportunity and have a feast if they were successful, glutting themselves. The women bided their time, set away what they gathered for the winter, and patiently watched their seeds come to fruit. Just as she was now doing. The chance had finally come to pay him back for the ruined blouse, and Caleb was largely responsible for it this time as he stole a block that she needed to finish a project she’d promised to get done with him. “Give me that Lego, brat, so I can finish this stupid castle and get back before the commercials are over.” She said rather bitterly. “Nuh uh” Caleb said with a giggle. If she didn’t finish her castle she’d have to play longer and he was starting to enjoy having a playmate again. “Give it to me!” She said more forcefully. She began to grab at his hands to get it out of them, but when she finally snatched one it was empty and she watched the hand holding the final piece go to his mouth. Caleb laughed around the toy. “Cont guddit now” he teased around the block. “Spit that out you’re going to choke on it!” She said, and not just to get the lego back now either, she was a bit worried for him. “Nuh uh,” he said, enjoying the battle of wills. Abby wasn’t up for a protracted fight and it took her no time to haul him into her lap and get her legs around his. “Spit it out!” She commanded more loudly. She could hear Becky coming now. Caleb tried to escape as best she could and she knew the more excited he got the more likely he was to choke. Abby had learned the Heimlich maneuver in school and she thought it might work on him preventatively. Her arms formed a ring around his stomach and then jerked inwards. The Lego came flying out of his mouth along with his breath and landed on the floor in a puddle of spit. Right at his mother’s feet. “Oh Caleb! Look at you! You could have choked to death! Abby was right, no more big boy toys for you, you’re too much of a baby!” She scolded, picking him up and holding him to her. Caleb couldn’t manage any kind of response, he just cried softly as his mother praised Abby for her vigilance. Abby smirked and spoke to Becky as she came over to help soothe her baby cousin. “You know this just proves we need to start babyproofing the house aunt Becky.” “You’re right, I should have listened to you in the first place. Can you go set up the play pen while I calm him down?” Becky asked in reply as she got Caleb settled on her hip. “Sure, and I’ll get out the other things too!” Abby grinned and skipped off downstairs. Caleb really was going to be her baby doll again now!

Chapter 13 Caleb soon found himself sitting in his crib in the nursery listening to things being moved about, and doors opening and closing. He looked down at his trainers and pouted a bit before deciding to leave off and finally wet. Caleb fidgeted about, wondering what those two were up to…. Being mean to him probably! Then he looked up as they came in, chatting softly. “I really don’t know if he’s old enough for any of the toys he has” Abby said. “We’ll see on a case by case basis, it would be mean just to take everything, and maybe we can give the ones that are questionable back for good behavior. “Mommy! I’m all wet!” Caleb complained, pointing down at his training pants, which he had managed to hold up thus far. Becky simply looked to Abby as she turned to examine a few things and dig through his drawers. She knew where everything was anyhow as she always stocked them after laundry day “Caleb, how old are you?” Abby asked as she approached the crib and looked down at him through the crib bars. “Ten.” He muttered back sullenly. If a quiz was required to get his pants changed and get him out of the crib he’d have to go with it. “And how many ten year olds have to wear training pants because they pee themselves?” She asked with a smile. Caleb was surprised when his mother answered for him. “Oh, it’s not such a big deal Abby, lots of boys his age do. I smelled at least one other wet diaper when I was waiting in the doctor’s office and it was on a boy older than Caleb!” She exclaimed with a chuckle, smiling to her son who returned the gesture. He stood up and held out his arms, but Becky didn’t come. “Well okay, how many girls your age wear training pants and diapers?” She sneered. Caleb didn’t have an answer to this and Becky wasn’t about to provide one. “See, you’re just a smelly diaper boy. I’ve babysat for a few other boys that still have to be diapered for bed but you’re definitely the worst.” She teased. Caleb looked on the verge of tears and Becky had mercy on him. “Look, Abby, you’ve upset him, stop that! Caleb, I’ll get your pants changed, but it’s going to be a diaper. Abby and I need to get your nursery set up.” She explained as she hoisted him out of the crib. Becky couldn’t help but smile as he clung to her and she held him at the seat of his diaper. “Good boy!” She cooed as she laid him down. “Now lay still for me.” “But mom I don’t need diapers for the day and…. Nursery?” He asked suddenly as he had calmed down enough to think.” “Yes baby that’s where little boys sleep.” She added in a matter of fact fashion. “But this is my room!” He complained. “And now it’s your nursery. We can’t have little things around for you to choke on, and I don’t want you breaking your nice big kid toys if you have a tantrum, so we’re going to fix your room.” Becky smiled and stroked his hair to calm him. This day’s changes were going to take their toll on him. She had planned to integrate more baby items in stages, and indeed she had been occasionally giving him toys meant for younger boys, but him nearly choking on a Lego for some reason had forced her hand. Perhaps his regression was going faster than she had thought. “It’s okay Caleb, it’ll still be your room just now it’ll be a nursery too.” Abby added, honestly trying to be helpful. She felt bad for him as well at losing all his big boy privileges, and while she had found him coarse and bratty as a boy, she was quickly warming to him as a baby. Caleb didn’t see it the same way and began to cry softly. Becky shushed him and fixed him into a diaper, setting him back in the crib. “Okay, that dresser can go in the spare bed room, the changing table stays of course… lets move the carpets out afterwards… we can put the…. Over there…. This’ll move…. And we can add….” They stood there in front of him casually planning what to do with HIS OWN room, but that wasn’t the worst. The worst of it was when they started to do it. “No that’s got my clothes in it!” Caleb screeched as his mother and cousin hefted up a merrily colored dresser and started out his door. He grabbed the bars of the crib and whined but Becky merely shushed him up and continued on. He watched all of his treasured possessions carried off and saw the TV put up higher, out of his reach. The remote was taken as well. He would have to simply watch whatever was on it. His PlayStation was the next to go. “I wonder if there are any good games on this.” Abby remarked as she dug through a box of them.”Naw…” She started out with it. “NO MINE!” Caleb screamed at her. “Hush baby, you know you can’t have these anymore.” Abby chided and then walked out. Caleb could stand it no longer and threw a screaming tantrum, kicking and spitting in the crib and wetting his diaper as he did. It appeared to be working when his mother approached. “That reminds me” She started “We’ll put batting on the rails of the crib when we move him into the play pen.” She smiled and Abby nodded. Caleb just looked at them and began to cry. He had traded his own room and possessions for a stupid play pen!? And why were they taking all his good stuff right in front of him while he sat in the crib watching. Caleb could only begin to cry now as he watched his mother take away a toy T-rex that bit when you pulled a lever on it. Abby’s efforts at consoling him only made him feel worse. As did seeing his mother when she brought in that pacifier he’d had at the doctor’s office. Seeing that thing made him recall the doctor’s tests and all of it, and now Abby would have one more thing to tease him about. Becky offered the thing to him and he batted her hand away with a hateful glare, even as a part of him longed for the strange comfort that suckling on it seemed to offer. He watched as his mother emptied out his underwear drawer into a black trash bag and tried to stand up to protest, but he felt Abby’s hands pressing his chest down. The intricacies of how his mother arranged his night time diapers, with their increased bulk and rather simple white designs, with his day time diapers featuring their sesame street characters, and then his different training pants, didn’t make much difference to him anymore with his underwear gone he’d have to wear what his mother had gotten for him, and at least she was letting him help pick out the training pants, which were a lot better than diapers. Maybe what was in his drawer did make a difference after all. He hated the night diapers, but the ones he had to wear when they went out weren’t so bad. She had gotten more of those too, hadn’t he? He couldn’t remember what they’d got at the store and went to stand up once more, this time out of curiosity. Rather than standing he ended up being laid down flat by his cousin and looking up at her with the pacifier in his mouth. “Suckle on it Cabe it’ll make you feel better, don’t worry about what we’re doing, its just boring grown up stuff, stacking diapers and getting your clothes folded.” She smiled genuinely to him but he could only shake his head. Abby knew just what he needed though. She reached out to take the pacifier away and gently tugged it, but felt Caleb clench it with his teeth. She wasn’t getting his pacifier too! She already had his video games! So he began to suckle on it and started to feel better as he laid back and heard the crinkling of the diapers as his mother stacked them in his drawers. He didn’t watch what they did anymore, just laid back and focused on his pacifier as his big boy life was slowly dismantled around him. He suckled harder on the pacifier. And he felt better about it all not because he was glad for the changes, or because he accepted his mother’s decisions, but because he knew he just didn’t have a choice, and the pacifier was a better option than further tantruming. Caleb had been asleep for a while by the time Abby and his mother were finished baby proofing the house. They sat down on the sofa and discussed the various shows they were interested in, but of course the conversation soon turned to Caleb. Photo albums were brought out and Becky chuckled, pointing out the differences that had come about in diapers in just a few short years, though it was mostly just in what characters adorned them, and of course the unfortunate demise of the scented diapers she had enjoyed keeping Caleb in. Abby caught sight of something else which took her focus off the diapers entirely. “What’s that, Aunt Becky?” She asked pointing to what looked like some ropes Caleb had been tangled in. in. “Oh that’s a harness for boys who are able to walk around, but are too bratty to be trusted not to run out into traffic or what have you.” Becky explained helpfully. “He was bad even then huh?” Abby asked with a chuckle, thinking he looked rather cute in it. “Oh he wasn’t too awful if we were just on the street, but at the store or when he’d see something interesting like a dog or something, he’d just wander off! It scared me to death when he was about three so I got that thing. It looked silly but better than losing my son.” “Do you still have it?” Abby asked with a grin. “I just want to see what he’d look like in it.” “He probably needs it now, I don’t know if you can keep up with him as well as me, seeing as I’ve had so much practice at it.” Becky grinned playfully. “I can keep up with any boy, especially one in diapers. Easy to track cuz of all the crinkling you know.” Abby and Becky laughed and she continued. “But it’d look so babyish and I guess its better safe than sorry. The conversation shifted as they enjoyed a TV show they both liked, or at least they were enjoying it until they heard Caleb whining from the nursery. “Your turn?” Abby asked, keeping up the levity they had established. “Not on your life. You said you wanted to take him to the park anyhow, and the harness should be in the hall closet. Now that the playpen is out of there you should be able to find it easily.” “Alright, but you change his next poopie diaper.” Abby bargained with a smile. “Oh he isn’t having messy accidents, at least for now. The doctor says he could start before too long so I’ll keep that in mind. Have fun at the park. Do you need any cash?” “MOOOOM!” Caleb whined more demandingly now. “No I’m good, better get in there before he starts testing out the batting we added to the crib huh?” Abby headed off for the closet and then to the nursery and smiled as she saw Caleb sitting in the crib in a wet diaper with his legs splayed out in front of him. “Where’s mom?” Caleb asked sullenly. “She’s watching TV Caleb, so I get to look after you. What do you need kiddo?” Caleb couldn’t put his finger on it but Abby seemed not as awful as usual, either that or she was just upbeat because she had something awful in store for him, or a mix of the two. She had been acting a little nicer very recently. “I need out.” Caleb said softly. No way was he asking his cousin to change him, he hated that. Besides, she liked to check him anyhow. “Hmmm smells like that’s not all you need. Let’s see here.” She tugged out the waist of his diaper and poked two fingers in, wrinkling her nose. Caleb cringed, expecting more teasing. “You’re a little wet but we’ll get you fixed up.” Abby smiled and put her arms out. Caleb by now knew how to get out of the crib and he held his arms up to let her grasp him under them. He soon felt his diaper squish as he was settled on the changing table. “You’re being nice.” Caleb observed rather curiously. “You’re behaving. You haven’t been nearly as much trouble as you usually are, even the thing with the squirt gun was kinda cute.” She smiled fondly. “Okay lay flat.” Caleb did as he was told and watched her undo the tapes on the diaper and then fold it back. She crossed his ankles and lifted his bottom up, then did a quick light wiping there before sliding the wet diaper out and laying him back down. She needed two hands free to clean his peepee since he still had his foreskin, but she was a veteran babysitter and soon had him smelling less like pee, and more like baby powder. He was promptly rediapered, and the old one was folded, taped, and tossed in the diaper genie. “Are you ready for a day out Caleb?” Abby smiled, helping him down from the table and enjoying the crinkle of his diapers as he slid off of it. He had been fine in just diapers to sleep, and she was almost sorry she had missed getting to see him like that while she was so busy rearranging things, but she figured he’d need some of his remaining clothes for this. “Where we goin?” He asked somewhat excitedly. “Out to the park, we can play there if you like. There’s just one condition. Your mom said you might still be wanting to get into trouble, so I thought you could wear this.” She grabbed the harness out of her purse and grinned as he glared at the jumble of blue straps. Maybe he remembered it. “I’m not wearing that!” Caleb protested, glaring at her. “If you’re not going to wear the harness you can go in just your diapers.” Abby said sternly and then softened. “Come on, its only when you’re out of the house with me, your mom is just worried about you and wants you to be safe. It wont be so bad. Be a brave boy for me okay?” “No.” Caleb stated with crossed arms. “Okay, just diapers it is.” Abby snatched up his wrist and gave a feigned tug as if she meant to head out like this. “NO! no no I’ll wear it!” Caleb squeaked out with a whimper, desperation taking over his sense of revulsion at being led around on some kind of baby leash. “Okay then. Let’s pick out some clothes for you and your mom can help get this thing on. We’ll have fun, you’ll see.” Abby smiled and ruffled his hair, leading him over to a blue and white armoire. The bottom drawer was still open and contained the two different kinds of trainers, while the top had… Why were there only a few sets of clothes in there? Caleb peered inside as Abby opened it. “Hey, where’s the rest of my clothes?” He asked with a frown. “We had to make space because your mom is going to get you new clothes soon. Won’t that be cool?” She smiled enthusiastically and looked through what he had. All the shirts with cool big boy designs were gone and what remained were just block color tee shirts, preferably soft colors, and most of his pants. His black jeans were gone, though of course his hated dress pants remained She got a pair of dungarees and a tee shirt and helped Caleb into them. Caleb smiled at being all ready to go and started for the door, too eager to get to the park to think to explore his new environs, and perhaps not really wanting to. He would have been half way to the park in minutes had he not been tugged back. “See that’s why you need this, silly boy.” Abby smiled and held out the harness. “Awww do I gotta?” He frowned and looked at it suspiciously. “Come on, your mom probably knows how to get it on better than I do.” Abby extended her hand and Caleb took it. Surely his mom would put a stop to this evil deed. Becky smiled when she heard the crinkling that announced Caleb’s entrance. “Hello baby boy, how did you sleep?” She asked kindly, opening her arms to him. He scampered right into her lap and hugged her. While she held him with one hand she couldn’t resist patting his diapered bottom. “I’m good mommy, but Abby says I gotta wear that harness thing.” He pouted and looked up at her hoping for the best. “Well mommy thinks she’s right Cabe. We can’t have you running off can we?” She smiled a bit and swatted her hands together in front of him enthusiastically. “Come on hop up and I’ll show you how it goes on. Do you wanna see?” Becky’s happy, encouraging tone helped a bit and Caleb nodded, hopping out of her lap. “Okay spread your legs and stand still. Wow that diaper sure is puffy, are you sure Abby put it on right?” Becky grinned a bit at her niece’s indignation. “Nope!” Caleb said, drawing a pinch from her. “Well I think we can trust her for now. See this strap goes between your legs, and then this one goes around your tummy, and these two go over your shoulders and loop around. There we go!” She smiled and then handed the leash part of it to Abby as Caleb examined his confinement and found it to at least not be too tight. “And away we go!” Abby grinned and let Caleb head out the door, though for once he wasn’t so far ahead of her. “You’re not coming, mommy?” He asked softly. “No mommy has things to do, I packed you a snack though.” Becky smiled and gestured to the kitchen where Abby duly collected the little juice boxes and granola bars. Caleb was glad to get out of the house, but Abby found she didn’t have to reign him in too often. Only once when he was going too close to a lady walking her dog. Caleb had just been curious if they had the same kind of leash, he hadn’t meant to bother the big animal, but he had felt a jerk that seemed to tug on his whole body and his diaper all at once. He didn’t like the harness and gave Abby a good glaring at, though it was forgotten by the time they had their snack and started for home. Caleb wasn’t that bothered by the looks he got, if he even noticed them at all. He wasn’t bothered with his wet diaper either, which he surely didn’t notice. It was just a slight warm feel and a heaviness between his legs. The feeling of wetting was still quite nice though, just as good as on the potty, he noted. The warm, relaxing sensation of relief. Even though he didn’t try to hold it in anymore he was finding that he still felt the need to pee, now far more often than he had before he was put in the trainers. But now it was no longer his problem to get to the potty or tell a grown up. It was their job to deal with the mess and he could just go about playing. He had to admit it was a nice deal. Abby had expected him to tell her of course, which he didn’t want to do because it would mean a trip home. She only noticed the soggy state of his diapers from the smell, and then she really needed the harness to get him back to the house. Becky was overjoyed when she heard about his wetting so voluntarily. The embarrassment over his cousin knowing had been his last hurdle and now if he wasn’t truly unable to keep from wetting, he at the very least didn’t care anymore. She figured to give it a few more days before she started the process of switching him over to diapers, just long enough to test that he really couldn’t be bothered to control it anymore. “Did Cabe have fun at the park?” Becky asked with a smile, hefting him up into her lap with a little squish. “It was okay but I don’t like the harness thingy.” Caleb pouted softly as he looked up at her, sure that he could get her to forget it next time. “I know you don’t Caleb, but when you’re out with your cousin I want you to be safe. And dry too! You’re soaking wet, Caleb.” Becky withdrew her finger from the front of Caleb’s diaper, an invasion he was becoming rather used to. “Oh sorry…” He muttered. “It’s okay baby, mommy will change you this time and then we can get started on some din din. Won’t that be nice?” She smiled and got him onto her hip, being careful not to bounce him too much to avoid causing leakage. Without anything but a diaper change to look forward to Caleb would have time to peer around the nursery for the first time while Becky got things together. Caleb sat there and peered around. Previously he had been allowed to enjoy himself with his Legos and action figures, video games, TV, and anything else he had as a big boy. Now he barely recognized his room. The crib was still the same except for the merrily colored padding that now adorned all the bars and rails, making them thicker and softer. The changing table was there as ever, as was the armoire… the thing looked much the same, but its contents had surely changed as he clearly saw Becky removing a pair of fresh trainers from his former underwear drawer. The carpet was gone, and now it was just a hard wood floor and some pillows in the corner. Caleb didn’t remember but this was often the norm in nurseries or play rooms. Caleb wouldn’t need the soft carpet as he’d be well padded, and Becky didn’t need to clean stains out of it. The walls too were untouched, they would be handled in the evening to give the room time to air out overnight. The smell of the room had changed from the usual linens and playing and occasional snacks there were left in. Now the clean linen smell was strong with fabric softeners and baby detergents, especially dreft, and the room had a softened, powdery lavender scent to it that blended with the pee smell of his diaper pail and crib. His smell, the boy smell was largely masked by the baby powder and laundry implements and plastic diaper scent now, so that it smelled like a room his mother largely controlled which just happened to have him in it. There was a white rocking chair now as well, and a book shelf next to it. Caleb groaned as all the cool coloring books were now gone and replaced with more youthful bedtime stories and things. It also held a few large blocks and other such toys, things that were mostly one piece and didn’t have all the neat parts he enjoyed playing with and losing. There were lamps now as well but these were high up. And a night light… and, ooooh a walkie talkie? Caleb reached over towards it where it sat on the changing table closest to his crib, but Becky was too fast for him. “No no, that’s not for you baby boy.” She scolded gently as she got his reaching hand, held it up, over his head, and then backward to guide him to lay down away from the baby monitor. “Let’s get your drippy drawers off.” She cooed and began. “What comes next for your diaper change?” Becky smiled, knowing she needed to make sure he was involved in his training as much as possible. “Trainers!” Caleb said, trying to sit up. “Oh yes how silly of mommy. But remember, first we need to get that pee off your peepee right?” She smiled and began to wipe him up, dusting him with powder and then getting a fresh pair of trainers. She noticed the pull ups were getting low, and at just the right time too. “All done baby. Let’s get you to your play pen. “Oki mommy I like to pla…. Play pen!?” He gasped out miserably, looking at her as he sat there in just his diaper, trying to push her arms away as she moved to pick him up. Caleb glared at her, but then he didn’t exactly want to stay in his room either, especially since he no longer had a room, but a fully equipped nursery.

Chapter 14 Caleb felt himself bumped about as his mother hopped over something and peered down… it looked like part of his crib had been stretched around the nursery door. Wait, he remembered these things now. This was one of those safety gates. Now even if he was left alone in the nursery, he’d still have to climb over that to get out! Caleb pointed down at it and then gave his mother a look. She just smiled as though she had scarcely noticed the gate she’d just hopped over, and continued with him into the living room. Caleb groaned at the sight of his new imprisonment. Unlike much of his old baby furniture, this play pen was new. It shone brightly with a different primary color on each of its four sides, but only the frame and a bit of the sides were colored, the rest was mesh so it could be easily seen through. Becky wanted to be able to keep an eye on him, especially when he was first being introduced to it. It was one of the biggest play pens on the market, but was only meant to fit a toddler. Still, when Becky considered his pottying skills, Caleb probably could be counted as a toddler now. There were only a few small toys in it, no blocks, just some soft dolls that looked like a girl would be happy playing with them. Becky hadn’t allowed any larger toys in as these might form a stairway out of the play pen, she knew how a boys mind worked. Caleb started to struggle as she lifted him away from her. She tried to set him down but found some resistance, looking down to see his foot firmly on the rail of the play pen. “I’m not goin’ in there!” He whined, struggling and keeping himself from being put down. The walls were just barely high enough to reach his neck, and he figured he could get away if his mother would leave him to it, but it was the principal of the thing. He wasn’t a baby so he wasn’t going in a baby play pen. Then he heard his cousin giggling as she came in from the kitchen and set down her drink, making a bee line for him. “Let me help aunt Becky. Coochee cooo!” She grinned as she tickled Caleb’s unprotected stomach. Caleb couldn’t help but start to kick and giggle, greatly reducing his ability to stay out of the play pen. Becky took advantage of the movement of his feet off the rim of the play pen to plunk him down squarely in the middle of it. Caleb stopped giggling quickly as he looked up at his giggling cousin and he kicked the mesh wall of the play pen as hard as he could from his sitting position. This didn’t accomplish much as the mesh wall gave easily with the force of the blow and then returned to its usual form, but it did let him know from the squish in his trainers that he was wet, probably due to Abby’s tickling. Had he even noticed it that time? “Mommy let me out!” He cried out, looking up at her. “Now baby, don’t you like your new play pen?” Becky asked with an exaggerated frown. “NO!” He replied firmly. “Caleb! Be nice to your mom. She went out and bought this just for you.” Abby decided to add her voice in. “But I don’t need it…” He muttered. “Mommy knows what you need baby. And Abby is right.” Abby smirked importantly here. “You should thank me for your new toy.” Becky looked to him expectantly. Did she really expect him to thank her for getting him a baby play pen? “But…” “Or you can sit in there all day.” “But I’m wet!” Caleb complained. “You’re always wet Caleb, you’d think you’d be used to it by now.” Abby chimed in. “Now be a good baby and say thanks. I’ll go change you and then we can get a snack okay?” She was trying to be nice at least, Caleb noted. “Thanks…” He murmured. “For?” His mother prompted. “Thank you for my new play pen mommy…” Caleb said as quickly and as softly as he could. “I’m glad you like it, baby boy.” Becky smiled and hefted him up out of the play pen, cuddling him to her with a smile that soon spread to Caleb’s face as well, even if his was more fleeting. “Okay go with Abby to get changed Cabe, I’ll go get your snack started.” With a light swat on his trainers to prompt him, Caleb took his cousin’s hand and walked with her to the nursery without a sound. If he tried to talk or say anything else he’d probably end up crying, and he didn’t want to do that in front of Abby. It was bad enough she had to change him. Then his cousin stopped. The gate was around three feet tall, and Becky could just barely slip over it. There was no way Abby could. With all her experience though, Abby knew very well how to operate the gate, and she had unlocked it and swung it open in no time, tugging Caleb along once more. “Hop up” She said brightly when they reached the changing table. Caleb did as he was told, eager to be out of the wet training pants and not wanting to make this experience last any longer than it had to. “You sure are wet Caleb, but don’t worry I used to change your wet diapers all the time, remember?” She smiled, trying to be helpful, but only making Caleb feel more defensive. “Least I’m not messy” He muttered. “Awww do you go poopie in the big boy potty?” She asked, unable to resist teasing him a bit. “Usually…” Caleb muttered. “You mean you use your diapers for that too sometimes?” His cousin looked surprised and Caleb’s hands went to his mouth as he realized he’d made a mistake. “It’s not my fault! The doctor gave me medicine and I had to go in my diaper.” “You don’t have to blame other people Caleb, I understand. You’re just going through a phase, and boys are messy anyhow, so maybe not all of them ever outgrow that phase.” She smiled a bit at this bit of wisdom. “How about a fresh pair of training pants?” She offered helpfully as she wiped Caleb up. “Okay…” He muttered, trying to ignore it as his cousin dabbed over his peepee with the baby fresh wipes. Abby poured some baby lotion into her hands to warm it and proceeded to rub it over his diaper area and tummy before helping him down and offering the trainers to step into. “There now that’s better isn’t it? Lets go see what your mommy made us to eat!” “It really isn’t my fault…” Caleb murmured softly. His cousin’s teasing irked him at the best of times, but now that he felt so helpless he had no defense against her at all. At least no conscious defense. She was already seeing him as too much of a baby to be picked on anymore…and what was this about the doctor? “I believe you Caleb. You said the doctor gave you medicine?” Abby asked. “Yeah I was just wetting the bed sometimes but then when I saw the doctor it got a lot worse and the diapers were her idea too.” “If you were wetting the bed, you did need diapers, silly.” Abby smiled, and added in to placate him. “But I’ll ask your mom about it okay? Now lets go see what kind of snack she has for us. What do you think it’ll be?” “Chocolate milk and cookies I bet!” Caleb giggled excitedly, following after Abby without a thought to getting his pants on. A tee shirt concealed his trainers well enough, and let him get to the potty faster. “I don’t think so.” Abby laughed as they went along. The snack was, rather predictably, not cookies and milk, but rather some chopped apples and carrot sticks. Becky did like getting more fruit into Caleb’s diet and introducing softer foods for him. Caleb sat and ate quietly, but it wasn’t long before the liquid he was introducing to his tummy triggered a reaction further down. “Mom I gotta pee.” He complained. “Okay see if you can make it to the toilet this time.” There was an odd sort of tone to her voice, but Caleb figured he could show his cousin he was still a big boy. He scampered off at top speed for the bathroom. It was odd, lately as soon as he felt the urge to pee it seemed to be such a pressing matter almost the minute he noticed it. He ran around a corner and towards the bathroom door and then skidded to a halt, bumping in to mesh and padding in front of him. Another safety gate. “Mooooooom!” He whined. Becky took her time going to check on him, but couldn’t help but chuckle as she saw him trying to climb over the gate. His attempt at getting a leg over the top paused while Becky watched, and his trainers began to sag. Caleb looked down and whined a bit… This explained why she’d said toilet and not potty. “This stupid thing was in my way!” He glared and stomped his foot. “It’s to keep you from getting into places you shouldn’t be. You know the grown up toilet isn’t for you, you use the baby potty.” Becky scolded. “Caleb why are you fussing so much, did you not make it?” He heard Abby’s voice as well as her footfalls approaching down the hall. “I doubt he did, he didn’t think to use the potty I have him go on. Have you seen it?” Becky asked. Abby came in and poked a finger into the waist of his trainers unceremoniously.” Yep he’s wet, and I don’t think I’ve seen his potty. Maybe you should show it to me just in case he needs it.” “That sounds good, I can get him changed after. He’s really getting to be more of a baby everyday, it won’t be long before he needs diapers all the time, will it Cabe?” Caleb wasn’t about to speak up now and just stomped his foot, glaring at her crankily and following to the living room, where his baby potty awaited him. “Okay Caleb, show your cousin what a big boy you are and go sit on the potty.” Becky said. “I’m already wet!” Caleb complained. “And that wet should be in the potty, so go sit on it so you can get changed.” His mother had used this in her early attempts at toilet training to get him to equate pee with the potty, but of course that had failed. Luckily it wasn’t as though she were trying to successfully potty train him,. Just keep up appearances. Caleb looked between his mom and Abby and pouted. Where moments ago he’d seen an opportunity to use the toilet just like his cousin, to prove himself her equal, now he was sitting down on a blue plastic baby potty, and in a wet trainer no less!. “Whose mommy’s big boy?” Becky cooed as she smiled down at him on his seat. “I’m a big boy!” Caleb said, feeling a little better. “That’s right baby, mommy will change you this time since you were good.” Caleb was glad to have the familiar touch of his mother, and tried to hop up to get a hug from her. “Not yet baby. See if you can go pee a little bit more on the potty this time.” His mother chided. “But…” He pointed at Abby indicatively and groaned. “Your cousin will have to take you potty too Caleb, remember? Just go ahead she doesn’t mind, do you Abby.” “Of course not go ahead I’ve seen everything you’ve got, just today if you remember.” She snickered and Caleb pouted rather unhelpfully. Luckily his mother was quite ready to help, and tugged his trainers down. “Go peepee for mommy.” Was Becky’s command. Caleb couldn’t do it, he had just wet moments ago. It was a good five minutes before a light tinkling sound placated his mother enough to let him up. “Good boy!” She cooed, and Abby joined in the clapping. Caleb did feel a bit better now that he’d been able to show he could do it, though he had to admit it had been a great deal less complicated just going in the trainers. His mother opened her arms and he charged into them as if they had been magnetized, smiling happily up at her. Becky decided to get him into some new trainers this time, and Abby watched in curiosity, wondering just why she hadn’t given up entirely. The end result of Caleb’s frequent accidents seemed obvious to both of them. Becky let Abby and Caleb occupy themselves, as she had some business to attend to. As Becky was heading down for the door she turned to see Abby leaving the living room in pursuit. Abby asked her about Caleb’s training problems, a conversation she had been sure was coming for a while. But she just promised to discuss it after her work was done and Caleb was in bed. “All right…” Abby said, now quite curious about all this. “Do you want me to start dinner or will you be home by evening?” “I’ll bring pizza and then we’ll talk, promise.” Becky smiled and headed out to get the wall paper sorted. Becky had originally planned to renovate the spare bedroom into a nursery and move Caleb into it when she was ready. That would make painting easier, and allow the room to air out while the paint dried – she didn’t want her little one inhaling any nasty smelling paint fumes, and certainly couldn’t have the nursery furniture absorbing them. Abby occupying the guest bedroom had changed her plans, and caused them to accelerate. Becky was glad for the help though, and especially for having a good excuse to avoid painting. With Caleb’s room pretty much how she wanted it, she didn’t want to have to move everything out and put down sheets to catch stray paint droplets. Wallpaper was more expensive, but well worth the work and aggravation she’d save, and she could get a great border as well. Without the messy paint present, she thought, she might even manage to have Caleb help out with the decorating. With that in mind she bought a turquoise stripe pattern, and an adorable bath time themed border with a diapered bear and a duck around a bath tub. Caleb would hate it, for now, but he had loved bath time once, and surely would again once the training was over. That wouldn’t be long now, she thought. That brought a smile to her face as she checked out her items. Back at home Caleb was rather complacent with his TV, and he had noticed that Abby was paying more attention to him now, checking in on him more frequently and even seeming more affectionate to him. Still, like any boy, he was rather glad when his mom got home. Becky quickly set down the bags she had gotten and patted his head. “Who’s ready for pizza?” “ME!” Came the reply from Caleb. “I don’t know, only good little babies get pizza.” She chuckled… She really didn’t want him having all that grease and meat. “He’s been perfectly fine Aunt Becky.” Abby intoned. “Okay, one slice and you can eat it at the table. Abby, can you make him something healthy as well?” Caleb’s face dropped, but he did relish what he had of the pizza, and slept rather well that night. The next day continued much the same, except that Abby was carrying his diaper bag at home, and using the changing mat for him… and he wasn’t seeing a lot of his mother except at meal times, which were usually done by Abby with one thing for him and something else for her and his mother. Such as the pea soup (ick!) apple sauce and grilled cheese he got for dinner while they had pasta, garlic bread, and a Caesar salad. “How come she gets to eat grown up food?” Caleb complained. “Because she didn’t just pee in her pants til they almost leaked.” Abby chuckled as she answered. Becky nodded, she was too tired to worry about it, but she was feeling rather accomplished. “Bed time is coming up Caleb, and I have a special surprise for you. You don’t have to sleep in your crib tonight!” Becky revealed cheerily. Caleb was overjoyed at this before the quite obvious question that it brought up came into his mind. “Yaaaaaaaaay!” He squealed. Then a pause. “Where am I gunna sleep?” He asked. “You can nap with mommy, you’ll have your nighty time diaper on so it won’t matter if you pee.” “How come?” He asked, ever curious. “Because mommy has been putting up wallpaper in your room today and it might smell icky for a bit.” “I bet it looks so cute!” Abby said, youthful exuberance entering into her voice despite her determination to show how old and mature she was. She was excited about the redecorating. “We can take a look at it tomorrow, Abby. I think I said I’d talk about some grown up stuff with you? Caleb, why don’t you go get the changing supplies set up in the living room and you can have a cookie after we get you diapered.” Becky smiled encouragingly and patted him on his trainers to send him off. “But I’m not wet.” He protested, a bit confused. “Oh you will be soon, run along.” Abby laughed, tickling him to see if that didn’t help her prophecy to come true. It did, of course, and Caleb pouted at her as he toddled off to find his diaper bag. “Now then, I guess you’re wondering why I’ve been helping him to need diapers again?” Becky asked, figuring her apt babysitter had caught on. The conversation continued on until Caleb returned. He had grown bored after the few minutes it took for Becky to explain her plan, and decided to be proactive. His now-damp trainers down around his ankles and in his hands a container of baby powder and a new pair of the training pants. Becky and Abby both sighed, but couldn’t help but chuckle at how cute he looked. “Can I have my cookie now?” He asked. “Come on kiddo let’s get this fixed.” Becky smiled, and Abby got up to help. Caleb was soon toddling along in his night time diapers, and not the trainers he had picked out. Becky didn’t want a boy shaped pee spot in her bed! She did have to give him the cookie though, as once it had been mentioned it had become the sole focus of Caleb’s entire life. Becky was tired after her day’s work and she soon went to bed, which meant Caleb had to as well, despite whatever energy he had. “MOOOM! I’m not sleepy!” He complained. Becky just hefted him up into her arms as he whined and said Goodnite to Abby. She could entertain herself for a bit on the computer without either of them, and Becky knew Abby deserved some time to herself as well without a wet complaining toddler running around. “Its nap time baby. Come on lets go sleepy bye.” Becky cooed in the usual babyish tone. “No!” Came the obvious rebuttal. Regardless of his complaints Caleb was soon cuddled in with his mother. Becky checked to make sure his diaper was still fitting snuggly, and then began to hum. Caleb was happy to have the affection and settled in her arms, but only slightly. Becky’s humming put her to sleep faster than Caleb, as tired as she was. Caleb waited what seemed like forever. She might just be faking. And, besides, Abby had to go to sleep too. The room was quiet with only the rustle of his diaper under the covers. It was a warm night and he hadn’t needed anything else. So his feet were rather soundless as they hit the floor. He moved for a bit and groaned at the “swish, swish, crinkle, swish swish” that sung out each of his steps. These diapers weren’t just to keep him from getting messy, they were some kind of evil alarm device too! Still, he wasn’t going to submit to having his big kid toys taken so easily! Not without a fight. The door had been left cracked, no child safety gate here. And he toddled right through it, peering down the hall at the computer desk. Abby was gone! This was perfect! He moved down to the hallway closet and looked around. Most of his toys were in a bin he didn’t want to look through, but then he saw his X Box in its original box. “Pretty obvious hiding spot, mom” He thought with a muted giggle. He grabbed the box up and started to swish and crinkle his way to the nursery. He tried to open the gate in the dark, gave up, and hefted the box over it, laying it gently on the other side. Then he wiggled his leg over top and with even more crinkling, slowly slung himself over. He didn’t know it, but someone was watching him lay over the gate like a hobby horse. Abby concealed a giggle of her own as she watched his puffy white bottom wiggle and then slip over. The nursery did have a new smell to it, and the windows were open so it was a bit chilly. Still, this Was his room, and the TV was still here. He had everything he’d need to play for a while before bed. But first he’d need the light switch. Hmmm…. He flipped it on, then off… nothing. Why had his mother taken out the lights? Abby had actually done this, adding wall mounted lamps that would be high enough to be out of his reach, so Caleb couldn’t turn the lights off and hurt himself in the dark, or get up in the middle of the night somehow and be bad. Funny how she seemed to have seen the future and all, but she did know boys rather well. Caleb simply groaned, but he could work without the light. He wiggled over to the TV stand, finding his diapers crinkled less if he took small steps. He had to be like the stealthy ninja, if the stealthy ninja wore Huggies. Caleb felt along for the electrical outlet and smiled when he found it, then he began to poke the plug at it… Scraping along the wall and the plastic, but it wouldn’t go in. He felt along with his hands and discovered the outlet covers had been stuck into all the unused outlets. He whined audibly and moved a little louder to another outlet he remembered being near, feeling along for it more noisily, but this one was similarly secured. “Okay, fine” he thought. He could just watch some TV. He tried to turn it on… but again, all he felt was that familiar firm plastic where the buttons should be. The TV controls had been child proofed as well! He had to get the lights on to find the remote. The lamps were a bit high, but he could get some of the books stacked up and get to them. He started on a stack of books, taking one load, then two, ignoring the crinkling of his diaper and the two pairs of eyes watching him silently from the hall. Finally after hius third trip, arms loaded with books and diaper swishing about between his legs as he took longer, big boy steps, wanting to get this done. Finally he climbed atop the pile, holding a shelf for stability, and reached up for the lamp. Not only did its light show him the state of his room, but also his mother and cousin out in the hall, neither of whom looked terribly pleased.

Chapter 15

“What do we have here?” Becky asked with a frown that was barely concealing her amusement as she saw her son standing on his hastily made pedestal in nothing but a damp diaper. If it hadn’t been earlier it surely was now! “Getting a glass of water?” Caleb smiled with a winning smile. “You mean aunt Becky had one of those new water dispensing lamps installed and didn’t tell me?” Caleb fidgeted and looked to Abby. “Uh…. Maybe?” “Let’s get that diaper off your butt baby, I think its time for a spanking.” Becky said, approaching him and moving quickly incase he got spooked and toppled off the pile he’d made. “Mommy no! I just wanted to watch TV!” He whimpered, getting down of his own accord and backing up only to find the bars of the crib behind him. “No you don’t!” Becky exclaimed, getting a hold of his wrist and tugging him towards her before he could try to take shelter under the crib. “Mommy not in front of Abby please I’ll be good no!” Caleb whined, wriggling in her grip even as he felt the diaper come down from around his bottom. Becky ignored his pleas, though she did notice Abby’s satisfied smirk. Becky pressed at his upper back with one hand and the back of his knees with the other and he folded over her lap easily, baring his bottom in just the right position. She landed the first swat soon after with the hand she’d used to fold back his knees, keeping one arm forward to keep the struggling to a minimum until. Caleb lay over her lap and squirmed, trying to escape. In that position all he had to look at was the wall and the curiously watching face of his cousin. He chose the walls, but they didn’t look any more pleasant. The bottom and top parts had been ringed with ouch a brightly colored border featuring ducks and diapered teddy bears taking baths… Oh just what he needed, to be reminded of bath time… OUCH! The main parts of the walls had been done in a pastel blue and white pattern with puffy white clouds on a blue background…. The latest swat stung him all the more on his bare bottom and he whined, trying to get away. How had everything gone so wrong. Up til his cousin coming he had at least had the toys and freedoms of a big kid, even if he had to wear the underclothes of a toddler… Now even that was gone. Oh and he was getting a spanking too! Each swat seemed to drive the point that he was no longer a big boy home, to be telling him that turning on lights and running around out of bed were no longer privileges he had. It was this message as much as the actual spanking that made him finally break down into tears. The spanking finally slowed then and then stopped, and Becky began to business of stroking his back and soothing him. Caleb sniffled and sat up and then looked over at his cousin, who was patting the changing table. He had to hope she planned to rub some Desitin on his bottom or something, and it was this hope that made him droop his way over to her with his head hung and climb onto the table, laying down on his side and then slowly rolling over. “I’m sorry you had to be punished Cabe but that was very naughty, you could have gotten hurt. But don’t worry, I have a way you won’t get into so much mischief anymore. Lets play a little game, do you want to?” Abby asked with a grin. Becky looked on, and it was now her turn to be curious. “I… uh.. okay,” Caleb muttered, knowing he could hardly refuse any suggestion just now. “Good boy.” Abby cooed, taking out the tube of Desitin and applying the stuff to his stinging bottom, and up under his balls and into the folds of his legs, she figured he might not get changed for a while. “Is that better?” She asked when she had finished massaging it in, noting that her charge looked a bit more comfortable now, and as if in an after thought, taking a baby wipe to clean up his moistened face. Caleb simply nodded. “Okay now I’m going to put a diaper on you and then you have to go tell your mommy how many diapers you’re wearing and you can come back. It’s a counting game!” She smiled enthusiastically, and found one of his night time diapers. “Bum in the air” She stated as though just saying the words would make it happen. Caleb’s bottom did rise, and then settled gingerly back onto the diaper. Which was taped up in due time. “Okay go tell mommy.” Abby cooed. Caleb hopped up and toddled over to his mother easily, looking up at her. He didn’t know what the point of this was for Abby other than to further embarrass him, but the point for him was to not get swatted again, something he was reminded of each time his bottom wiggled. “I’m wearing one diaper mommy.” Caleb said, wiping at his nose with his arm to get rid of the last of the snot. Becky gave a disapproving look, but she didn’t have a tissue on her. “Good boy.” She said, turning him around by the shoulders. “Now go see what your cousin wants.” Caleb went back across the room and was confused when Abby again patted the table. Caleb hopped up, smelling the plastic smell and feeling the sticky waterproof material under him. “What’s that for?” He asked, as he saw Abby taking out another disposable. “The counting game, silly.” Abby gave a bright smile and patted the changing table once more. Caleb this time looked to his mother, but the gaze he got back made him hurry to get onto the table. He had his foot set on one of the lower shelves when Abby gently nudged him back. “Babies don’t get on their changing tables like that silly. Hold up your arms.” She scolded lightly. “But I’m n….” Caleb trailed off feeling two gazes leveled on him in none-too-pleased fashion. He put his arms up in the air as a gesture of surrender more than anything. Abby grabbed him under his arm pits and hoisted him up with a grunt, holding him against her to make his weight less. She set him down gently on his bottom though, not wishing to hurt him any further. He was told to lay back once more and perform the familiar diaper changing routine, despite the fact that he was already wearing one of his night time disposables. This time Abby pushed back on his ankles more, making him spread his legs wider as she folded the diaper up between them and taped it on, first one side and then the next. “Okay, all done. Go say hi to mommy.” She smiled, helping him down. Caleb stood in confusion for a moment with his legs slightly wider, and then toddled over to his mother. The diapers, and especially the way the second one had been put on, effected his walk slightly and he felt a bit uncomfortable now. “How many diapers is my little boy wearing? Can you count them?” Becky asked encouragingly, stroking his hair back. “Two…” Caleb said, rather enjoying this part of the game. Becky had now caught on, and she had noticed that he was moving a bit slower and with a somewhat more bow legged manner, his knees pointing diagonally rather than forward. “You’re good at this counting stuff Caleb, go see what your cousin has for you.” Caleb turned to see his cousin had been watching his movement somewhat disapprovingly, and that she was holding yet another diaper. He whined softly as he approached the table. “Come on now we’re almost done and it’s just for tonight. Your little puffy butt looks so cute when you walk baby!” Abby cooed. She knew she was being a bit excessive now, and that her aunt was tired, but she had never triple diapered a boy before, much less had the pleasure of doing it to her little cousin. This time she dabbed some Vaseline on her finger, the sight of which reminded Caleb of his daily temperature taking routine and generally made him feel worse, although it was only meant to prevent chafing in the leg gathers. Brads legs were spread wide once more and the final diaper fastened on. Abby kept her hands on him a while longer after he’d been set on the floor just incase, and stayed ready as he walked clumsily to his mother, a bit slower than last time. Becky gave an approving look. Not only did this emphasize his babyish condition and make him look more like an infant, but it also kept him from getting into mischief as easily by slowing him down. “Mommy… I don’t think I like the counting game.” He said, sulking and looking down. “I know you don’t baby boy, but you were bad and your cousin and I have to keep you from misbehaving again. How many diapers is baby wearing now?” Becky asked. “How many?” She prompted more forcefully when he didn’t answer. “Is baby going to sneak around at night again?” She continued. “No…” Caleb muttered. Becky nodded and opened her arms, gathering him to her and looking to the door. “Good, then we can all get back to bed.” “But Mommy what about…?” “You can wear them for the night, and you’ll be double diapered at night from now on just as a reminder.” Becky knew this would require a few changes, but this wasn’t anything she hadn’t planned on, and it would give her reason to get rid of the last of his big boy possessions. Her stylistic musings were interrupted by Abby. “I can get him to sleep Aunt Becky, it looks like he’s going to fuss.” And he was, at the sentence that had now been passed down. Becky nodded, wanting to take a shower anyhow. “Alright, good night you two. I’m going to go get cleaned up.” Abby looked to Caleb as he clung fleetingly to his mother, and then she took his hand and headed for Becky’s room. Caleb couldn’t believe he was being comforted by his cousin Abby, but at this point he would take help from wherever he could get it. No chance of changing her mind on the diaper issue though. His whining about that fell on deaf ears, and he fell asleep with his legs splayed out in the classic diamond pattern, widest apart at the knees and close at the heels. The next morning Caleb woke up cranky and fidgety, and alone. He thought about wiggling out of the bed, but then considered the lesson he had received last night… He was a bit wet, but he didn’t mind that much anymore, and he really didn’t want another spanking. Caleb went back to sleep for a time, figuring when he awoke again his mother would be there. He was only half right, as it was twenty minutes later that Abby came to rouse him. She was less than surprised when he demanded to be changed, in the hopes of escaping his triple diapered state. Abby, however, was all too happy to draw it out for a time. “Caleb don’t be silly. If I have to change three diapers breakfast will be cold by the time we get downstairs! Come along, do you need to hold my hand?” She offered helpfully. Caleb pouted and shook his head, but she grabbed his hand anyway and led him along. Abby had made sure Caleb’s breakfast contained plenty of fiber, and had included a laxative as well. He wasn’t getting out of that diaper until it was good and messy, she decided. Abby wouldn’t have been so vindictive, but the fact that Caleb was scampering around the house while she had been awake was a blemish on an otherwise perfect babysitting record. Becky had been shopping for a new wardrobe for him, something that was baggy, yet still babyish. She could, she thought, probably modify a few outfits as well, the main thing was just to get good colors. Becky knew her way around a needle and thread, after all. She’d have a bit of time to make her modifications before Caleb needed the new things as well, as he could sleep in just an oversize tee shirt until she got him some pajamas made for diaper boys. She returned home an hour after breakfast with two full bags and immediately caught the scent of a dirty diaper. Caleb toddled over to her, whining softly that he needed to be changed. Becky readily agreed to this. Patrcia and Becky both felt bad about keeping him in the triple diapers for a while, and he surely did due to a slight diaper rash. It was this that Becky turned into an opportunity to both reintroduce one of his favorite toddler past times, and to simultaneously help his regression. Caleb lay naked on the changing table as Becky peeled away the last of the three diapers, this one sodden with his poop and pee and thus much harder to change. Caleb whimpered as it peeled away and Abby gasped, moving to comfort him. His skin was slightly pink between his legs and on his upper bum cheeks and in the folds… and the peeling away of the mess had aggravated this. “Oh baby you’re rashy. Cousin Abby should have changed you earlier.” Becky said, to both of them. “I really am sorry Aunt Becky. I was going to but I wanted to do a little bit of extra clean up before you got back.” Abby explained, feeling terrible now. “It’s okay guys. Hey Caleb, how about we let you go without your diaper or trainers for a while so this rash can heal?” Becky asked with a bright smile. “But I’ll be nakie!” Caleb complained. “You already are nakie.” Abby chimed in. Caleb looked down and gave an “Oh yeah!… Mommy are you sure I cant just wear underwear?” Caleb looked hopeful, but Becky shook her head. “No, I don’t want to ruin any more pairs of undies if you wet or mess…” “I don’t poop my pants!” Caleb pouted as she helped him down off the table. “No I guess not… that’s good for the floors then. Off you go.” Becky shooed him along and he spent the next hour or so sitting nude on a towel in the living room while Abby watched him and made sure he was kept happy with drinks and cookies, and of course that he got frequent opportunities to go pee. She didn’t want to be cleaning up the carpet! Becky was amused that it took a bit of convincing to get him back into his trainers, he’d obviously enjoyed his freedom, and the air had helped his rash too. If getting him back into trainers had been hard, the struggle at bed time was going to be monumental. “It’s time to say Goodnite to Cousin Abby. How many diapers do you want to wear tonight baby?” Becky asked, gesturing him over to her. Caleb came grudgingly, whining at this line of questioning. “No!” “No isn’t a number, silly butt!” His mother replied with a chuckle, tugging him along towards the nursery to get his trainers off. She smiled as she noted that this was the last of the pull-ups trainers. “Mom don’t make me wear a bunch of diapers!” Caleb whined. Now it wasn’t just asking not to wear diapers at all, but simply to only have to put one on… But Becky wasn’t sure he’d learned his lesson. “Okay baby, just two tonight alright?” She said, though two was all she had wanted to put him in. “But…” “If you want to fuss you can wear three.” She threatened. “Mom they feel bad and and… I don’t like them and its hard to move my legs. I can’t sleep like that!” He complained. “Shh shh…. Caleb, if you let me get you diapered for bed you can have your pacifier to help you sleep okay?” She smiled and settled him on the changing table easily, and then slipped off the training pants. “Okay…” He said softly. Caleb didn’t like the pacifier yet, per se, but he recognized its soothing abilities and there were times when he needed it. Becky took it out of a drawer and popped it in his mouth, before proceeding to amply powder him and then double diaper him for the night. Caleb watched around the ring of the pacifier, feeling oddly calm, and then let his mother deposit him in his crib in the new nursery. Becky left to find her own bed, hoping this last stage of his training pants phase would be mercifully short. Caleb woke up and didn’t cause any fuss as Becky put him in the Pampers training pants. They smelled more like a diaper than his pull-ups had, but when he hopped down he discovered that they scarcely made any noise at all! Finally, he could be a ninja again, maybe even get his toys back….. no it was too early to think about trying THAT again! Caleb got his breakfast, and the trouble started when he wet. The training pants felt icky now, and got cold and gross very quickly, the wetness staying close to his skin. Caleb complained that he was wet, and Becky patted his head. She was going to make him stay in them for a while, but he was still rashy and she didn’t want to make a big fuss about it. Caleb was duly changed. “How come I can’t take them off myself?” He asked as he lay on the padded changing table, staring at the picture of the diapered teddy bear taking his bath that ran along the top of his nursery’s wall. “These aren’t as sturdy as the pull ups Caleb, remember we had to buy a different kind because your diapers and trainers cost so much?” Yes, it was his fault, so he couldn’t really complain. Or at least that was the message she was sending. Caleb nodded softly and let her slide the pampers on him. As the days went by Becky let him stay in his wet trainers longer and longer. He complained rather often and was more adamant about being changed now. If he got a slight rash she’d simply let him scamper around naked for a while, an occasion he was growing more attached to. He began to want to go to the potty more, but Becky saw to it that she was often too busy to take him, and he was quite used to wetting nearly as soon as the need hit, so stubborn as he was most of his pee now went in his training pants. He managed to trick her once when he discovered that by saying he had to poop he could convince his mother to take him to the potty quickly… Unfortunately, this ruse was rather transparent when Becky went to empty the baby potty. She didn’t say a word though, just gave him a scolding look. Later when he was sure he’d gotten away with it, Becky brought him his snack: A sippy cup full of coca cola, and a slice of watermelon. Caleb sat on the couch happily in his quieter but more babyish smelling trainers, finishing up his snack and considering whether to get up or just wet like he was used to. Becky probably wouldn’t take him after last time, so he gave in quickly and soaked the trainers. “Mommy!” Caleb called when his bottom began to feel clammy. “Yes baby?” Becky asked. “I’m all wet” He whined. “Again? Well see if Abby wants to change you.” She said with a smile. Abby had some friends over this weekend, and Becky knew very well Caleb wasn’t going to interrupt her and the two girls and announce that he had peed his pants. He was only even out in the living room because they were hiding out in Abby’s room, playing on his X Box. “Mom I’m not goin up there!” He groaned. “Then I guess you can sit in your diaper.” Becky shrugged, going back to working on some bills. Caleb gave her a look and returned to his cartoons, trying to ignore the state of his training panties. Never the less, it was only about ten minutes before he sent up the call once more. “Mooooooom!” Becky recognized that this time it was more demanding, and she strode into the living room. “What is it now?” She asked rather crossly. “I need changed… These feel really icky when I pee mommy” He said in a very small voice. “I told you I’m not changing you. Your cousin is just right upstairs so go ask her.” Becky restated again, growing annoyed with having to do so… And it was odd, she mused, that she only had to restate the things Caleb didn’t like. She never had to say “We’re going to McDonalds later” twice! “But I don’t want everyone knowing I’m all wet!” Caleb shot back. Did she have no concern for his dignity? There were girls up there! Abby already knew and now she wanted him to make a further show of weakness in front of the enemy! “Abby’s probably told them anyhow, and babies get wet sometimes, everyone knows that so its nothing to fret about. Go on Caleb, go tell them you went peepee… Would it help if I gave you your pacifier?” Becky offered. She suddenly got the impression she may have gone too far, between the feel and learn trainers, and the talk of being diapered in front of other girls. What had tipped her off was the ripping sound, screaming, and then a pair of wet training pants flying across the room to splat wetly against the wall near the stairs, where three girls had come to see what all the fussing was about. Abby’s friend Mary ducked back just incase, though she hadn’t been in too much danger of being hit. Caleb whimpered. Why was it that every time he misbehaved he was so sorely outnumbered? Becky stormed over and before he knew what happened he was over her lap being spanked on his wet bottom. The slaps made a cracking sound and Becky’s hand was damp and smelly as well by the time she finished. She couldn’t do bills like this. And she wasn’t about to have Caleb run around the house naked to distract her further with potty trips. She stood him up and steadied him, and then pointed across the room. “Put those back on.” She said forcefully, finding a wet wipe to clean her hand with and then standing with her hands on her hips. Caleb looked at her, still sobbing softly and just wanting to be hugged, and not to have his waist hugged by the wet diapers. When he saw that her pointing finger wasn’t moving he scooted over towards where the trainers had fallen and looked down at them, now even wetter and colder than they had been before. “Well?” Becky asked. Abby and her friends just watched, not wanting to make any noise themselves and incur Becky’s wrath. Caleb wanted to say something, but all that came out was a sob. He found that the trainers were still mostly intact and then slowly pulled them up, feeling the cold pee soaked material slide along his thighs and finally up to where they had started out a few minutes ago. Caleb shivered and sniffled, trying to refasten the ripped tape, which was impossible now. Instead he just pressed a hand over his side to hold it there. “Good. Now apologize to your cousin and her friends and maybe they’ll change your pants.” Becky said, moving over to use another wet wipe on his face and make sure he got up the stairs okay. Caleb couldn’t bear it anymore and simply began to cry again as he faced the three girls. Abby did her best to soothe him and helped him along towards the nursery. Both her friends volunteered to help, and he was soon placed snuggly in a fresh pair of trainers. Avery, Abby’s other friend, had a brother closer to her own age, and remembered playing with him rather fondly, so she was a natural volunteer to cheer Caleb up, though he felt better as much from watching her act silly and try to play peek-a-boo as from her actual intent to help him. Mary thought he was a bit old for potty training though, and made this clear… A conversation Abby didn’t need him to hear as she didn’t need any more crying. “Okay baby, you’re all set now go see your mommy and say sorry.” Abby said, apologizing to her friends and promising to explain to Mary about Caleb. They went back to the guest room and Caleb found his mother taking a break on the couch and trying to cool off. “Mommy I’m real sorry I threw my training pants…” Caleb said softly, as he slowly approached. “Mommy understands. You were cranky from being all wet weren’t you?” Becky was trying to be accommodating to make this go easier. She had been waiting for an opportunity to make this offer, letting Caleb set the pace for his own training. “Uh huh… they feel really icky and I don’t like them.” He agreed. “But what are you going to wear if you don’t wear your training panties?” Becky asked, as if she didn’t know. “Underwear!” Caleb said hopefully. “Baby we’ve been over this, remember?” Becky asked, making it clear that in the mood she was in, she didn’t want to revisit the underwear question. “You could wear diapers though. They’re more absorbent and they’re cheaper for mommy too. Mommy likes that.” “But I don’t like diapers!” Caleb pouted… and Becky simply let it go. Wait until he’s ready, she told herself again. He was ready just a day later. He had just gotten over a bit of nakie time to treat the diaper rash he’d gotten late the previous night, and had unexpectedly wet his trainers. “Mommy take them off I hate training pants! No more…” He complained, poking at the clammy material pressed over his crotch. “Do you really mean that?” Becky asked. “Uh huh no more trainers!” He confirmed. “If you don’t like the wet trainers you’re going to have to throw them out like a big boy.” Becky said, continuing to tug the trash can along towards the nursery. “But what am I gunna wear then?” Caleb whined as he toddled along after her. “Diapers of course.” Becky repeated her response from the previous day as she set the trashcan down in front of the drawer where all his training pants were kept. “No underwear?” He intoned timidly. “No baby, no underwear. Now come on you’re all done potty training, so lets throw out your old training pants like a big boy. Remember how icky they make you feel?” She said encouragingly, patting his rashy bottom for emphasis. Caleb looked at his training pants and then at the trash can and winced when his mother rubbed the trainers a bit. “Okay…. Go ahead I guess..” He murmured sullenly. “I’m not throwing them away baby, you have to. You’re the one that’s been potty training not mommy, right?” Caleb stared at her as she said this, as this only added insult to injury, forcing him to participate actively in the matter of transferring himself to full time diapers. “Come on show me whose mommy’s big boy.” Becky gestured to the drawer and smiled encouragingly. “Remember how icky and rashy they make you because you keep wetting them. Diapers are soft and they’ll hold it better so your little bum won’t get all red.” She nodded and smiled, holding one up before setting it down on the changing table. Caleb didn’t have the heart to reply. He meekly approached the drawer and picked up a pair of the feel and learn pampers training pants. He looked to the last shreds of his big boy status and then to his mother and sniffled, but her encouraging nod let him know what he had to do. He heard it crinkle as it fell into the abyss at the bottom of the trashcan. The drawer had a good ten pairs left and Becky couldn’t help but try to make her sniffly sullen toddler feel better. She soon teasingly moved the trashcan back. Caleb tried to walk the trainers over to throw them away but she shook her head. “No no baby, you have to toss from the free throw line!” She smiled. “I can get it from here easy!” Caleb boasted, wiping his nose before tossing the trainer. Swish! “Good boy!” You can’t get another though I bet!” Becky teased, waving her hands in front of the trashcan as though she meant to guard it. The rest of the trainers made it in past her defenses except for one, which Becky helped to get the rebound on. “Caleb wins!” Becky giggled, and Caleb looked quite playful and happy again now. “Cookies?” Caleb asked, figuring that would be the prize. “Tickles!” Becky corrected. What happened next would most likely have counted as a personal foul against Becky had the game not already been won by team baby. Caleb squirmed and giggled in her lap, having a fine time now and forgetting the ignominy of having to go back to diapers. Becky couldn’t forget her victory though, not when her lap now felt so warm with a squirming wet little boy in it. “Let’s get you out of those wet trainers now okay, Michael Jordan?” She smiled and gestured down, noticing that her child had wet during the excitement of his first professional diaperball game. “Uh oh.” Caleb giggled and then simply dropped them to the floor with a whump, picked them up, and tossed them as well with a little jump. Becky clapped for him despite knowing they should have gone in the diaper genie. It would be getting quite a good bit of use from now on though.

Chapter 16

Becky was expecting the questions that Caleb’s new status as a fully diapered baby would bring, and knew he’d need comfort and reassurance. She had patted his bottom and left him to play in his room after getting him diapered, but she could hear the crinkling that heralded his approach now and she turned his way with a soothing smile. “Are you all done playing, baby boy?” She asked brightly. “I guess so…” He murmured. “What’s wrong? Didn’t you have fun?” She asked, opening her arms and her lap to him. “They’re not as fun as my old toys.” Caleb complained, slowly getting at the heart of the matter. He looked to his mother and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly as he scurried over to her and nearly launched himself at her. His diaper butt crinkled as he settled in her lap and wrapped his arms around her. “But they’re a lot safer for you and that’s important to mommy. Maybe you can have them back if your cousin and I think you’re being good.” Becky was always happy to offer rewards for good behavior, and she did intend to return his toys sometime. “What else is bugging you kiddo?” “I don’t like being in diapers again mommy…” Caleb looked down and poked at the crinkly, cushioned material that spread between his legs and up to his belly button. Becky patted his bottom and held him to her, moving his hand away from the diaper. The less aware of it he was the less miserable he’d be until he got used to wearing them during the day. Which was another thing she needed to remind him of. Becky smiled at this and patted his bottom some more, smiling as, from the front the diaper didn’t look too different than underwear, but the bulk and width of it were greater in back, and it rose higher. Caleb couldn’t even see the most adorable part of his diaper, which was likely for the best. “I know that baby, but you do have a lot of accidents and the trainers feel really icky don’t they?” She asked coaxingly. “Would you like to sit in wet trainers again?” She added rhetorically. “Nuh uh diapers are better!” Caleb said, wondering almost immediately why he’d said that. It didn’t seem in keeping with his argument, and yet it was true now that he thought of it. The diapers were more comfortable, even when wet, and they just plain felt better, being fitted to his body at each diaper change, rather than pre made with tight elastic. The fact that he presumably didn’t need to ask to go to pee any longer was nice, he had been having to beg more frequently and both of his caretakers seemed bothered by the potty runs, not to mention the negative impact it had on his TV and play time! “How come baby?” Becky prompted, wanting to hear this. Maybe her ideas had started to sink in. “They just are…” Caleb said with a giggle, poking his mother playfully. She naturally responded by tickling him, glad he seemed to be feeling better. “Why?” She asked again, pausing in the tickling so he could answer. Caleb settled down and sat still in her lap now, his legs splayed on either side of her lap with the diaper showing conspicuously. Becky’s hands held gently around his waist. “I like diapers cuz ummm….they’re softer and they don’t leak and uh…. They don’t give me rashes.” Caleb smiled, hoping this was the right answer, only to be met by some giggling from the stairs. Caleb looked crestfallen as he discovered that Abby and her friends had come out to see what was going on now. They vanished with one look from Becky. “Don’t you worry baby boy, they’re just being playful, they think you look cute.” Becky gushed, annoyed that her consoling had been interrupted. “I look like a baby!” Caleb hrumphed and crossed his arms, wiggling his legs together self consciously. “Abby’s seen you in diapers plenty of times, and you do look cute in them. Remember you wear them to bed all the time?” Becky reminded him helpfully. “I know but I don’t gotta be awake when I use them and its different when I go out wearing one cuz… cuz it is… Mommy can’t I have my undies back?” He asked, peering up at her hopefully. “No baby you’d wet through them and ruin your clothes.” Becky sighed tiredly. “Ok but I’m not pooping my diapers!” Caleb said, as though this were the final word on the matter. “We’ll see.” Becky said, rubbing his tummy absently. She wanted him to start to get used to doing so, but she knew it would take a bit of medicine to help ease him into it. Caleb simply nodded softly and looked up at her. Becky smiled encouragingly to him and was pleased to see a tremulous smile reflected back at her as she rubbed his tummy. She would have to start him on the laxative at lunch or dinner, when he had calmed down from this episode. “Ok, now what do you think we should do to get your cousin and her friends back for giggling at you?” Becky asked conspiratorially. Caleb giggled and thought a bit. He had a nerf gun but that was taken away now. A shame too, because he was envisioning bursting into their room like a diapered Rambo and blowing them away with the foam darts. That’d teach them! “I can shoot them” He said, thinking maybe he’d get the nerf darts back just for this special occasion. “I don’t think they’ve been that bad, maybe next time.” Becky smiled. “Why don’t you think of something else and mommy will go make your lunch. Caleb nodded his agreement and toddled up the stairs, deciding that, since they were coming out of Abby’s room at inconvenient times, they should never be allowed to leave. Yes, he would wall them up in there with his blocks… But he couldn’t just leave them there without anything… That would be mean! Caleb toddled over and knocked at the bedroom door. It was Avery who answered, peering down at him with a smile that, this time, didn’t belie laughter. “Hi Caleb, we’re sorry we laughed at you.” She said, kneeling down as though she were speaking to a toddler. “Do you need changed?” “Nuh uh.” Caleb said rather proudly. “I wanted to be nice so I came to ask if you wanted a drink.” Abby was incredulous behind her, but as she and Mary were currently in a very important grown up conversation, she couldn’t be bothered. “Sure that’d be nice of you, do you need help getting it?” She asked. “Nuh uh I’ll go get it!” Caleb said before running off down the stairs. He found a nearly full jug of apple juice and some cups, sticking them on the tapered top of the bottle and holding it tightly, feeling the cold damp against his chest as he ascended the stairs again. “Here you go.” He said, placing the bottle of apple juice into the room and shutting the door before Avery even got a chance to say thanks. Caleb figured that with the cask of apple juice to distract them, they would be too busy drinking it to notice as he slowly walled them up. It was a little bit mean to lock them in Abby’s room forever, but they did have some juice to drink, so they’d probably be okay, he reasoned. Avery and Abby could both hear Caleb’s diaper rustling back and forth, and Abby finally got curious and opened the door to see a foot high wall of blocks spanning her doorway, which promptly fell down just as her little cousin was adding the last layers. She wasn’t sure whether to laugh or swat his scampering bottom as it receded towards the stairs with a cry of “You have to stay in your room forever now!” The girls on the other hand did laugh at this part. Abby on the other hand, was now decided that someone was going to be spending a lot of time keeping his messes confined to a play pen. She had her chance soon enough. Mary and Avery headed home, Avery taking a brief glance back to see if Caleb might be scampering around in just his (probably wet) diaper. She rather liked the kid, though her companion seemed to think it was gross for a boy his age to be in diapers. Avery figured it was natural, after all, why else would they make diapers in that size unless boys were supposed to use them? use them? Becky volunteered to drive them home and Caleb soon found his cousin standing in his doorway. “Hello baby Bradley:” she said with a smile that promised nothing good. Caleb stopped playing with a toy truck to peer at her. “Your mommy went to take my friends home, so I’m in charge again. Guess what you get to do?” “Keep playing and being good?” Caleb asked as though this were the sensible conclusion. “Yes!” Abby gushed, patting him on the head. “And you get to do it in your play pen! Come on bring along a stuffed animal and lets go.” She smiled and reached out for his hand, which she wasn’t quite fast enough to get a hold of. “I’m not stayin in a play pen Abby!” Caleb whined, retreating further into his nursery. “You were a brat earlier and one of us could have tripped over those blocks. I wont make you stay in there for long, I just need to get a bath and clean up a little and this way I’ll know you’re being good.” She smiled and moved towards him. “But I’m already being good!” Caleb protested, backing up slowly and nearly falling into the seat of the old rocking chair in the corner of his nursery. “Caleb, you’re a boy. You don’t know how to behave.” Abby chided, finally grabbing him up and leading him down towards the living room. Caleb had a trump card to play though, something that would delay his prison sentence indefinitely. Abby didn’t notice his diaper starting to sag, but he made sure she was aware of it with enough begging to convince her he needed changing. Indefinitely turned out to be a minute or two as Abby got him up on the table and got a new diaper on him. She might have kept him in the wet pampers just to teach him a lesson, but she didn’t want him getting rashy and she no longer saw any challenge in being mean to her baby cousin. Or, at least, not what she considered mean. What Caleb considered to be mean was a different story entirely as he soon found himself standing in front of the mesh walls of a toddler’s play pen. “Abby do I gotta?” He asked with a frown. “Nope.” She smiled and tickled under his arms as she hefted him up, over the rails and into the padded play area. “No wait I changed my mind.” She grinned and patted him on the head, chuckling at the confused and very cranky look he gave her. Caleb looked around and flopped down on his cushioned bottom, looking to the vacant TV and the rest of the room that now seemed to be a far away land, seen only through the minute holes in the sides of his play pen. Abby soon returned with a bottle of juice Becky had asked her to give him and a teddy bear, plunking them down in the play pen. Caleb scurried over to the side and held up his arms to be let out, which only resulted in more tickling. “I don’t think so kiddo.” She smiled. “I’ll come back in a bit to check your diaper and maybe let you out.” “TV!” Caleb demanded, figuring he could at least get some entertainment while he was stuck here. “Alright baby boy. Let’s see what’s on. Oh look Teletubbies. I bet you’ll like this.” She was gone before Caleb had a chance to reply. He tried to occupy himself and ignore the baby show, but before long he ended up paying attention to the catchy tunes and repetitive themes, and the fact that the characters on the TV always encouraged him to play along helped as well. This baby TV wasn’t so bad, he thought, and it helped to pass the time. He got through the entire episode of Teletubbies and two of Dora the Explorer, giggling at the antics of Swiper. When he did have to release the bottle of juice he’d drank he let it go easily. He wasn’t making it to a potty any time soon and he was too engrossed in the programs to worry about whether he acted like a big boy or not. Abby returned to hear her cousin crying out “Swiper no swiping!” in unison with the characters on the show and chuckled, thinking he was too cute to keep cooped up for long. She helped Caleb out and took him to get changed, asking if he had fun, and what he thought his mom would fix for dinner. Caleb thought about this intently and just then saw the headlights coming in the drive way. Getting excited, he trickled into his diaper a bit, but not enough for him to bother. Caleb hugged his mother and asked what was for dinner, discovering that, despite his certitude on the matter, it would not be donuts with pretty sprinkles and a side of soda and chips. Becky had a more pleasant discovery, finding that his diaper was damp and he didn’t even seem to have noticed. She wasn’t about to run off and change him though, like she’d had to do when he was in the trainers. Compared to the feel and learn training pants, his diapers were more absorbent and didn’t bother him as much, and even though they were less expensive she didn’t want to go through too many of them. Becky made a note to find out how long he could keep a diaper on before it leaked, but for the time being her concern was making food for the children under her care. The actual dinner of sautéed rice and chicken with some cheese sauce and broccoli was soon eaten, and Becky noticed that the food, coupled with the laxative she’d had Abby put in his juice, was starting to make his tummy gurgle in just the right way. Becky picked him up as soon as he was done, not wanting to give him any time to fuss or complain. He was cranky enough at having to watch his mother and cousin eat a good meal of roast beef while he was stuck with some steamed carrots, mashed potatoes and baked apples. Becky was hoping to distract him with some TV, and at the same time get him settled so he could begin getting ready for beddy bye, but for the second time today she saw the question coming as his tummy gurgled. “Mommy I wanna go potty. I don’t gotta use my diapers when I poop do I?” He asked, looking up at her earnestly. Abby looked on in bemusement, thinking this was rather precious. “No you don’t have to use your diapers for number two, but it would be easier if you did. That way mommy can just change you when she likes instead of hopping up to take you potty. Mommies have to play too and we don’t like to be interrupted.” Becky smiled to him and patted his bulging bottom. “I don’t wanna!” He complained, stomping a bare foot on her couch. The gesture was petulant and brattier than Becky would have tolerated when he was a big boy, but for some reason it just made her smile. “But you wanted to wear diapers.” Abby chimed in helpfully. “Uh huh but only cuz my trainers were always wet and icky feeling.” He admitted. “Then don’t you think you should try using them since mommy let you wear diapers even though you’re too old for them?” Becky smiled to him. It wouldn’t be long now before he realized it hadn’t so much been his choice to wear the diapers, but by then it probably wouldn’t really matter at all. “I don’t wanna.” He complained again. “Baby you said that about carrots but you like carrots now don’t you?” “I guess…” “Well try it once for mommy and see if its ok, and if you still ‘don’t wanna’ I’ll take you potty next time. How’s that?” Becky smiled helpfully, always happy to reach a compromise and put battles off until later, when they’d be more easily won. Or, in this case, to win a battle while letting Caleb think he’d made some kind of a deal. “But mommy I don’t want Abby to see.” He protested, pouting at her. “I’ve changed your dirty Pampers before Caleb, I don’t mind poopie little boys bottoms.” She giggled, smiling to him reassuringly. “There, see? Go ahead and try to go in your diaper and mommy and cousin Abby can change you.” Becky offered helpfully. “But I wanna go on the potty I don’t gotta use diapers!” Ah, this was the heart of the matter. But Becky had an argument for that. “Baby, is your pampers wet?” She asked, poking the damp disposable. “Uh…” “Did baby make peepee in his diaper?” She asked in a more babying tone. “I’ll check him for you aunt Becky!” Abby volunteered. No sooner had she offered than she poked a finger into the waist of the diaper and pronounced him to be a “peepee butt” “Baby, tell mommy what you did.” Becky prodded. “I peed my diaper.” Caleb said with a whimper, looking down helplessly. He hadn’t even really noticed the state of his diaper until they’d brought it to his attention. He’d simply wet and then forgot about it like most boys did when they made a mess of their toys or something else, though not usually their pants. “Well if you can pee your diaper you can use it for poopie. Stand up now, that’s a good boy.” Becky got him standing with her hands under his arm pits. “Its easier for a little boy to poop standing up because theres less pressure on his bottom. Or we can have you on all fours, that should make it more comfortable.” Ah, the joy of choice! “I wanna stand..” Caleb said, looking as Abby took his spot on the couch as though she were sitting down to a sporting event. “Ok baby now push for mommy.” Becky encouraged him, smiling at him and cooing. “Mommy I really don’t wanna…” He muttered, looking at Abby. Who promptly reached out to rub his tummy. “Poor Cabe’s all worried. Don’t worry I’ll help you relax and listen to your mommy.” She soothed, pressing firmly over his lower stomach. “Come on baby make poopie for mommy. Mommy wants to see you mess your diaper. Make a big mess for mommy.” Becky cooed and smiled, enticing him in every way she could. Between the abdominal massage and his mother’s prompting, not to mention his own tummy’s insistence, Caleb only needed to screw up his face slightly and push a bit before he began to mess. Moments later he breathed a sigh of relief. Taking this as her cue Abby felt the back of his diaper. “Wow he really needed to poop, aunt Becky, he messed just as easily as a baby would.” She giggled and patted his head. The trip to the changing table was made amid a chorus of praise for his obedience, and Caleb didn’t even mind Abby helping to clean his dirty bottom, because he knew next time his mommy would have to let him use the potty. Becky diapered him in a thick overnight diaper and left him with Abby to get him to bed. She had to plan tomorrow’s fun, and she wanted to check up on a few items she’d put on order. Having a baby again wasn’t just a responsibility and blessing, it was an opportunity to go shopping. Women are not competitive by nature, but they do like to show off how well they can care for their little ones, and how efficiently. Becky figured that now that Caleb was back in diapers and she was going to be dealing with a messy baby often, she deserved a few little shortcuts, and if they were adorable, all the better! The next morning Becky got up early to get Caleb settled for his day. Becky wanted Caleb to be situated by the time the mail came so she and Abby could have time to look over all the goodies she had gotten. She had expected some trouble keeping the diapers on, and she didn’t want to deal with a lot of ripped tabs. The pampers size 7 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 she was getting out of her sleepy boy’s dresser was a necessary thing for now no matter how cute he looked scampering about in nothing but white plastic and happy sesame street characters. Caleb was groggy as she changed his night time diaper and dressed him in a large blue onesie that she had found was just large enough to fit him. It wouldn’t keep a big kid from opening it and getting at their diaper, but she had a plan for that since he was going to be in it for a while. Caleb wasn’t sure what to think of it as he slowly woke up and saw what he was wearing. On one hand it did look babyish, but on the other, it hid his even more babyish diapers! Figuring this was a fair trade Caleb scarcely commented on it and finished his breakfast without a fuss. He even knew better than to complain when Becky set him in the play pen. It didn’t seem so bad now that he’d been in it once before. He just peered at the TV, standing up over the rim so he could get a view not obstructed by the mesh sides of the play pen. This allowed him to see the mail man drop off a package which was quickly settled between Becky and Abby, and drew smiles from them as they opened it up, though his view was blocked by the arm of the love seat they sat on. “You don’t really need those with him do you?” Abby asked, holding up a little cloth cone and laughing.” “I’m not sure, you never can be too careful.” Becky replied, grinning at him. Caleb smiled back and waved, glad to be acknowledged and growing more curious by the minute. “This organizer is awfully cute though. We can set up a changing station in the living room now so we don’t have to go all the way to the nursery.” Abby was always a fan of convenience as any babysitter must be. “Good idea, you go get it all ready, I need to check something with Caleb, ok?” Becky sent Abby off carrying an odd rectangle of cloth with a bunch of straps and pockets on it that rather worried Caleb. His focus soon turned to his mother as she approached the play pen. Caleb instinctively held up his arms to be let out. “Baby you need to stay in there for a bit okay? Mommy needs to see how well your little diapers work.” She said to him as she slipped off to the kitchen. “Whatcha mean mommy?” Caleb asked curiously. “Mommy needs to know how much you can wet before they’ll leak; it’s like a game!” She smiled enthusiastically, returning with a bottle of orange juice with a gentle laxative dissolved in it. “Oh… what do I gotta do?” He asked. “Just tell mommy when you pee and me or Abby will check you and decide when you need changed. If you touch your diaper or fuss too much you lose.” “I don’t like this game…” Caleb deadpanned, looking down at where the onesie covered the bulge between his legs. “That’s life. But if you’re good mommy will let you see your surprises.” Becky always did like to try offering rewards rather than punishments, and Caleb was going to be wetting either way, she doubted he could stop it now. Becky watched Caleb and kept him entertained, even letting him out of the play pen after a bit. He had to stay on a towel in front of the TV incase he did leak, but at least it was somewhat less confining and Becky and Abby would keep him more directly entertained. He had wet twice before he was even really bothered by it, aside from the bother of having to tell his mother when he did and have her fuss over the state of his diaper. His diaper felt slippery and itchy against his skin, and when he moved it drew the wet warmth back up and made it more noticeable, especially if he had his weight shifted onto the front or middle of the diaper which held most of the wetness. He wanted to itch at it, but the onesie just slid seamlessly over the fabric whenever he tried, and there didn’t seem to be any way to get it off that he could see. As he bent over on all fours and dipped his head towards his knees to see how the onesie was fastened on him, he began to realize he had other problems besides wetting. “Mom I gotta go poop.” He complained, craning around to look back at her and turn his attention away from the television. “Go ahead and wet your diaper, that will make the pressure go away.” Becky said with a smile as though that idea made any sense. Caleb of course didn’t have too many options as he’d need his mother to take the diaper off and let him go potty anyhow, so for now he did as she said. “Mommy I wet again.” He said, rather proud at how quickly he’d been able to oblige her whim. He wasn’t embarrassed by this revelation anymore, after having been so frequently checked for wetness or having to ask to be changed while he was in his training pants. “Good baby!” Becky cooed. Abby soon joined in. “I wish you always behaved that well for me Cabe. I can check him for you aunt Becky.” She volunteered with a grin. “Sure Abby, go ahead and take him up to the nursery, I’m sure he needs changed and then he can go potty.” Becky walked over and patted Caleb on the head before reaching down to do the same to his squishy diaper. “You were a very good boy Braddikins, keep it up for your cousin ok?” She smiled and then went off to get his old smiley chart off the fridge and record a thing or two. She was rather impressed with how the diaper had held up, and was glad to know she wouldn’t have to change them so frequently anymore. Abby meanwhile was leading Caleb towards the changing table, but he kept trying to redirect their progress towards the potty chair over against the opposite wall. She let him win, figuring there was no reason to deal with a squirmy boy and then have to wipe him up twice anyhow. Caleb blinked as she turned him around, half afraid of a spanking, but he was puzzled when the crotch of the onesie fell out after a few snapping noises. “How’d you do that?” He asked, looking up at her as she got his diaper down and sent it flopping wetly to the floor. “It’s easy if you’re a girl.” She grinned and gently maneuvered him onto the baby potty. Caleb did his business and blushed as she clapped for him. Caleb was soon laying on the changing table, whining slightly as Abby wiped over his bottom. The irritation of a new case of diaper rash made him forget how Abby had been able to magically undress him. He wasn’t as jarred by the slight sting of the baby wipes as he was by her suddenly screaming. “Aunt Becky! Caleb’s got a rash again, can I just leave him nakie?” Abby had half expected this as he’d been in the wet pampers so long, and she did think he looked adorable scurrying around without a diaper on, almost as adorable as he looked with the diaper. “Sure just keep an eye on him, I don’t want any messes.” Becky called up as she headed for the nursery to check the weight of his heavily wetted diaper. “How about it baby do you want to run around nakie for a bit so your bum can heal?” Abby asked with a giggle. Caleb, deciding he had been stuck in diapers too long, was all too happy to have a way out of them. He nodded his agreement instantly and let Abby spread some Balmex on him, giving him a tiny stiffy that she thought was too cute. Becky scarcely noticed it given the speed with which the naked brat scampered past her to get back to the TV, Abby following along dutifully and looking amused. Becky was wondering if he’d be as happy when he found the new pajamas she was getting ready, since nap time was coming up shortly.

Chapter 17

Over the next several days Becky was able to establish a quite reliable, regular pattern for Caleb. He was diapered all the time except when his diaper area looked a little pink or he complained of being itchy. Caleb 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 Abby or Becky 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 Becky’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. Becky 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. Becky 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 Caleb 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. Caleb gobbled it up rather quickly, almost oblivious to the glob or two of jelly that fell onto the front of the onesie. Becky couldn’t help but laugh. “Baby look at your clothes! I think someone needs a bib.” She teased, somewhat presciently. “I do not…” Caleb pouted as he came over to her beckoning and was dabbed off with a wet wipe. Becky 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!” Becky 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, Becky 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 Caleb’s reaction to them. Becky 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!” Caleb tried to wriggle off the changing table but Becky 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 Caleb.” 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 Caleb 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 Abby came skipped in, grinning and offering to take Caleb out to the park before pausing to comment “Wow you look so cute Caleb, I bet everyone will love your new clothes.” Caleb 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.” Becky 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. Becky and Abby 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. Caleb 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. “Caleb if you don’t sit in your play pen and be quiet you’re going to be in very big trouble. Mommy and Abby are going to watch a movie for a while so behave yourself and don’t make any noise, is that understood?” Caleb 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, Caleb 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. Caleb 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. Caleb 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. Caleb 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 Becky’s bedroom, she and Abby paused their movie to listen to the baby monitor for a moment and then giggle softly. “Should I go check on him?” Abby offered. “Let’s see if he’ll call for us first, we don’t want to be too eager, and he is on punishment.” Becky pointed out. Caleb 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, Abby came out, worried that she might have to soothe another case of diaper rash if she tarried much longer. “Abby can you please go get my mom?” Caleb 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. Caleb 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. Caleb 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!” Caleb 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…” Caleb muttered under his breath. “Good boy!” Abby patted his head encouragingly, ignoring the malodorous scent of his diaper. “Abby I uh… can you let me out?” Caleb asked. “Nope, you only get out for diaper changes.” Abby 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?” Abby 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. “Abby please I need changed!” Caleb 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. Caleb’s nod was almost imperceptible. “What did baby do?’ Abby 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. Caleb just needed to see so he would understand his new status better, he had to admit it. “Abby I just need changed!” Caleb 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 Caleb make a stinky in his diaper?” She asked, patting the seat of the crinkly nappie. Caleb glared at her and stubbornly refused to reply. “Did you?” Abby 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!” Caleb shot back, getting cranky now. “You didn’t say you pooped your pants.” She countered deftly. “But you know I did so change me!” Caleb 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!” Caleb protested. “What about the time before?” Abby grinned. Caleb wanted to explain that it had been his mother, but Abby 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. = “Just say ‘mommy I went poopie’ or in my case “Abby I went poopie’” Abby instructed seriously. “Abby-I-went-poopie” Caleb said as fast as possible, and as quietly. “Say it like a big boy and I’ll help clean you up.” Abby =offered. He finally looked up at her and sniffled as she maneuvered him ever deeper into a corner. “Abby baby go poopie…” He said, adding the baby part to help curry favor. “Very good boy!” Abby smiled and helped him out of the play pen, watching him waddle around in the sagging diaper on the way to his nursery. Becky smiled as she watched from her doorway and considered his latest reaction. Caleb 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 Abby coming back with a diapered Caleb toddling after her. Becky went off to do some writing on Caleb’s chart and the evening passed uneventfully except for a somewhat more desperate variety of whining when Caleb 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 Becky, you think Avery can come over today?” Becky asked the next day with the usual hopeful look. “Oh of course she can. It’ll be nice for Caleb to have someone else to play with. You guys be nice okay? I need to go visit the doctor myself. See Caleb, its not just babies that go to the doctor.” She smiled to him condescendingly as Abby went to get the phone. Caleb whined and looked at her. “Aw mom do you have to go? What if Avery makes fun of me?” He pouted as he moved to hug her. “Don’t worry Caleb, 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!” Caleb cautioned. Becky chuckled as she left. Abby came up behind him and patted his bottom to soothe him. “She’ll be back soon kiddo. You get to play with me and Avery, won’t that be fun!?” She smiled brightly and chuckled at the sour look from Caleb.= “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 Avery is okay with it.” She smiled encouragingly and Caleb nodded a little. He liked Avery, 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. Caleb and Abby watched some children’s shows, or rather, Caleb watched them for about twenty minutes and Abby lost herself in thought and tried to pass the time until the door bell rang. Abby hopped up quickly to open it and welcomed Avery in. Caleb 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. Abby and Avery both giggled as he retreated to the nursery to play with his blocks “Aw how come he looks so pouty?” Avery 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.” Abby explained helpfully. “He’s a cute little guy, I hate to see him sad. She makes him wear baby clothes now?” Avery’s face showed her curiosity, and distaste for the punishment Caleb 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.” Abby laughed and Avery couldn’t help having a chuckle. “But with both of us to watch him maybe we could let him go just this once…” Abby 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!” Avery chimed in helpfully. They both headed to the nursery and entered without a thought to knocking. When Abby had spend a good while the past week changing Caleb’s diapers she didn’t figure there was much need for privacy. “Hey Caleb, do you want to just wear your diapers today? If you promise not to touch them I wont put you in your romper, okay?” Abby offered with a smile as he looked up to her from his blocks. Caleb 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.” Avery 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.” Abby 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.” Abby undid the Velcro that hid the zipper and then pulled it down in one fairly fluid motion, while Avery tugged it aside and down at the shoulders, making the pale blue fabric pool at Caleb’s feet and leaving him in just the diaper. He was a bit warm and Abby figured it had been wise to let him go about in just the diaper. Caleb was having mixed thoughts and felt terribly exposed, and the slight sweat on his body was now rapidly cooling in the free flowing air. “Abby 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 Avery, who was examining the nursery print border on the walls, giggled. This made sense to Caleb and he shrugged a bit and followed them back to the living room. Caleb had been so good thus far that Abby 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. Caleb squirmed a bit when Avery’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.” Abby said with a grin. “He isn’t too wet, we can have something to eat and then change him.” Avery suggested, giggling at Abby’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 Caleb 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. Caleb hit the floor running. Abby and Avery 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!” Abby instructed. Caleb, hearing this, quickly doubled back and it was just as the procession passed the door that Becky 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 Avery was all too happy to let Abby explain. “Aunt Becky 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?” Becky asked, which seemed to be a non sequiter to the girls. “Yes we were just changing him.” Avery 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. McTaggert had gone well and her boy’s toddler like behavior had also pleased her. “Really?” Abby 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 Caleb?” She asked, seeing him peering in from the doorway only to quickly duck away. The girls smiled and nodded at Becky’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. Caleb 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. Becky decided it was time to go collect her toddler.

Chapter 18

Becky shook her head and looked down at the small puddle on the floor as Avery giggled and Abby just stared in shock while the last drops fell down. Caleb’s mouth was open and his look simply said surprise… and then uh-oh! “Bradley you stay right where you are and don’t move an inch!” She said, keeping her voice even but trying to make it seem as though she was angrier than she was. “Aww don’t be too mad at him, miss Becky, boys always make messes if they’re not watched after well enough, its our fault really for letting him go like that.” She smiled a bit, not wanting the cute baby to get into too much trouble. “He was the one running off, not you guys. But it’s alright, at least it wasn’t on the carpet. Go ahead and grab the towel, Caleb and I are going to have a chat in the nursery, aren’t we baby?” Becky asked, to which he simply nodded. Abby, ever ready to help, offered Becky the baby wipes that were stored in the living room and Becky quickly shook her son’s weewee and dabbed off any droplets from his thighs before wiping the head and carrying him along to the nursery. “Caleb, did you know you were even peeing before you heard it hit the floor?” She asked as she hopped over the gate at the door of the nursery, which was now firmly closed. “No..” He admitted with a pink color flushing over his cheeks. “I didn’t think so. I could tell by your face… The doctor said you should be almost done with your therapy this week, but I don’t see much progress…” She frowned as she laid him on the changing table and pulled the strap over his tummy. “I’m trying mommy…” He whimpered. “Mommy knows you are, but I still have to punish you…” She started out. Caleb winced and cooperated very readily, hoping to make things go easier on him. “From now on, since you can’t control your wetting, you don’t get to go poop on the potty unless you can keep your diaper dry. I think that’s fair, don’t you? You can’t be a baby and go on the potty, and you can’t be a big boy and pee in a diaper. Right?” She prompted him to answer. “I guess not… but where do I go poop if I can’t use the potty?” He asked wonderingly. Becky was amazed that he didn’t know the answer… Or, she reasoned, he did know and was just hoping it wasn’t so. She worked on diapering him as she did so, sprinkling the powder after she had the crinkly disposable under him. “In your diaper of course. You wet your diapers all the time, or my floor… Do you expect mommy to get you out of your didees and let you pee all over mommy’s nice clean house?” She asked, daring him to say yes with her eyes. He shook his head no rather quickly. “Remember Caleb its up to you. If you want to be a big boy, you can keep your diaper dry and use the potty. But mommy isn’t treating you like a grown up if you pee like a baby. Let’s see if we can potty train you, okay? Or do you just want to give up and poop your diapers all the time?” As usual, she figured she’d give him some options, and let him potentially make things easier. She wasn’t surprised when he chose not to do so, though, and so she suited him up in his footie sleeper and carried him over the baby gate at the nursery door. Of course it didn’t much matter to Becky whether he did things easy or not. He was wetting without even knowing it now, the diapers simply had made it too easy for him to pee whenever he felt like it, and the only reason he’d noticed this time when he wet was due to the lack of the diaper. Becky figured he’d be completely unpotty trained soon, and she could start making arrangements for his return to school, and a small celebration, too! Becky set him in his crib for a nap and then went off to explain the new policy to Abby and, since she was there, to Avery too. Abby was overjoyed that her cousin would finally be a proper baby, and Avery asked if she could skip the dirty diaper changes. Becky chuckled, figuring a girl with a little brother would be used to such things, but she nodded her ascent, it wasn’t Avery’s job to look after him anyhow. Caleb simply stood mute behind his mother while they discussed the state of his diapers as though it were a foregone conclusion. His face reddened and he stomped his foot. “I don’t poop my diapers!” He said as defensively as ever. “Of course not baby, you’re a big kid. Mommy knows.” Becky agreed with a flawless, condescending smile that was lost on Caleb. Avery and Abby were glad to watch Caleb, now newly clothed and freshened up, while Becky worked in the kitchen, preparing a few invitations for the party she planned to have, and scheduling her son’s next appointment with the doctor. Becky had worked out a new changing schedule with Abby, so while she was taking Avery home in the afternoon, Caleb was getting his second to last diaper change of the day. With an hour and a half to go before dinner time, Caleb would certainly be wet by then, and he’d have to go in his diaper when he needed to poop. Becky wanted to get things off on the right foot. She got back home in time to fix dinner, which kept her rather too busy to attend to Caleb’s diaper. He had forgotten about it for the most part but soon toddled into the kitchen. It was the walking that reminded him, because he could feel the soggy padding sagging between his legs. Normally he wouldn’t have worried about this realization, but he wanted to be in a dry diaper so that he could go on the potty later. “Mommy I’m wet.” He pouted as she was sautéing some vegetables. “Ok baby, go ahead and sit down while mommy finishes dinner. I’ll get your lil diaper changed after.” She smiled merrily and had him start setting the table, turning briefly to see the bottom of the onesie sagging. Caleb didn’t like moving about in the warm humid kitchen in the fuzzy one piece pajamas, but it was something to do and he enjoyed the time with his mother. Dinner was soon finished, and Caleb had nearly finished licking up the last remnants of his bowl of ice cream when he felt the gurgle in his stomach. Between the small doses of laxatives, and the diet meant to soften his stool, Caleb was feeling the urge to go after every meal, when his stomach sent the signal to his bowels to evacuate for the next load of digested material coming through, like one car honking its horn from behind another at a stop light. “Mom I gotta go potty.” He whined, rather predictably for Becky. “Are you sure you didn’t already go?” Abby asked with a giggle, poking at the crotch of his sleeper. Caleb shoved her hand away and whined a bit, remembering the terms of his punishment now. “He’s wet Aunt Becky.” Abby announced, having been able to easily feel it even through the cloth covering the diaper. “Caleb you know the rules we set down about wet diapers.” Becky said sternly before starting to clear the table. Abby joined in and Caleb was left sitting there, the odd boy out as it were. “But I gotta poop.” He pressed, as though Becky had failed to elaborate on this subject enough. “You peed your diaper, you can make stinkies in it too. Then you can tell me what a smelly little baby you are and I’ll change you. “I’m not!” Caleb fussed as his ice cream bowl was removed. “No of course not. Yet.” Becky teased. She didn’t want a fight though, so she connived to keep Caleb busy and in just the right position to make his use of the diaper a little easier on him. “Come on you two, we’re going to go work on a puzzle.” She announced, leaving the dishes to soak for later. Caleb followed along dutifully with the diaper sagging slightly as he went, but he didn’t mind the feeling of a wet diaper at all anymore. It was what would come next that he was worried about… Maybe he’d have to start trying to pee on the potty now to gain back his big kid status… It seemed to be a bit of a bother now. He needed to pee now, a likely product of his juice with dinner, but he figured he could start holding it next time and simply let go into the already damp diaper, warming it anew while Becky and Abby dumped out the puzzle pieces. Becky and Abby ended up being the main puzzle architects as it was a large jigsaw, fittingly enough of one of the goofy photos of babies dressed as sunflowers. Caleb had his part to play though as they had him go seek out the pieces they needed. Naturally this was done by crawling. They both enjoyed watching his puffy diaper butt sway in the air, and Becky knew it would be easier for him to release from that position. Becky smiled as Caleb went about getting the puzzle pieces and helping to see if they fit. He was pretty well able to ignore his need to go potty while he was thus occupied, and Becky was glad that it kept him from fussing. He did eventually feel things coming to a head and stopped in mid crawl on the way to a green piece with a little bit of sky at the top that he had to find. He looked at Becky and Abby to see if they were either going to save him and take him potty, or notice what he was about to do and make fun of him, but they were busy searching out pieces nearer to them, so he simply waited on all fours for nature to work its course. He scarcely had to push out now, and it came out soft and easily. Somewhere he knew that it hadn’t always been like that, that it had taken effort and once upon a time he hadn’t had to stop to poop three times a day, but right now it didn’t matter. He knew he’d be changed when his mommy smelled his diaper, and so he just tried to keep going along with finding that piece. There was now less the humiliation, and no effort, just the sweet relief of surrendering to what his body wanted to do anyhow, which was to use his diapers. Becky did see him pause though and freeze in place, and he moved more gingerly afterwards. She knew what had happened even before he tugged on her shirt to alert her. “What’s wrong baby boy? Do you want to come sit in mommy’s lap?” She asked with a smile. She had hefted him up and into her lap before he could answer at all and he simply nodded as he felt the messy diaper squish. The comfort of his mother’s lap soothed him slightly, but she could still tell he was distressed. “Mommy I need…” He started again as he watched Abby continue the puzzle absently. He was almost glad for his babyish state. She didn’t get to sit in his mommy’s lap cuz she was a big kid. He really did seem to get more positive attention this way. “Your paci?” His mother finished for him, and plunked it into his mouth. He found that suckling on it really did help, and he grew more relaxed until his mommy and cousin finished the puzzle and went to change him. Caleb’s training went fairly well after that. He occasionally made a fuss about wanting to use the potty. Becky could tell he tried hard to keep his diapers dry around meal times, but he was usually wet before he even knew it. Once she made the mistake of telling him lunch would be ready soon, and he asked for a diaper change just afterwards so he’d be dry and could go on the potty. Becky was impressed by that, even if she had to hope he wouldn’t expect such treatment again at dinner. Becky viewed this as the end of a trend rather than the beginning of one. Caleb always had his morning bowel movement in his diapers since Becky would usually wait to change him ‘til after breakfast, but dinner was usually a trial, especially if he hadn’t had a nap. Today not only had she let him skip his nap as he had been quite hyper about being a big boy again, but he also, as indicated, thought he was a big boy. Dinner time came and went, and Caleb, realizing that time was not on his side, asked to be taken to the potty almost immediately. Becky checked him and found that he was wet and simply shook her head no, telling him to relax and watch TV and just let it happen. Caleb instead stomped over to Abby to ask if she would take him to go poop. She gave a similar response and watched as her baby cousin moved to stand in front of the TV. “I’m not pooping my diaper!” He said and stomped his foot for emphasis. Becky could see his face was already reddening. She didn’t think he was holding it in, and knew for sure that he couldn’t for long if he tried, but she needed to reassert order here. “Caleb. Your diaper is soaking wet. You may as well go poopie in it like a good baby.” “I’m not!” Was his only response. “Mommy says you will.” Becky said more firmly. The stream of no and other such phrases alarmed Abby but Becky had expected it. In most cases she would have been happy to let nature take its course, but right now she wanted to make it clear that Caleb wasn’t in charge of his bottom anymore. She picked him up while he was still kicking and fussing and started off for the nursery. Abby followed, seeing her aunt might need some help, if nothing else than with opening the baby gate. It was easy getting Caleb settled on the table as he figured he’d be let out of the diaper, but this was just a temporary reprieve. Abby knew some sort of punishment was forthcoming and tried to save her cousin the trouble. “Come on baby you’re going to mess your diaper either way, why don’t you just be good so you can go back to watching TV?” She coaxed. Caleb shook his head and Becky shrugged. Caleb had been lain down facing up so the diaper could be untapped, but he was rather surprised when he found himself rolled over. Abby moved to stop his legs from kicking and Becky strapped down his back while she went to get the suppository out. Caleb saw her heading to a tall cabinet and noticed the collection of various medicines, thermometers, and so forth inside. He knew what was about to happen and only screamed louder. Abby swatted his bottom once or twice, but too lightly to have much effect while he was in such a state. Becky wasn’t about to dawdle and simply smeared the suppository in the Vaseline and swatted Caleb’s legs until he wiggled them apart to escape the punishment, finally beginning to cry. The medicine went in rather easily and Caleb was rolled over once more, taped back into the wet diaper, and taken to his play pen to calm down. When he had Becky simply explained to him that he would obey her rules or she’d make him. It wasn’t the fact that he’d tried not to mess his diapers that bothered her, just the fact that he believed he was in charge of that choice. As his stomach gurgled, the point that this was not the reality of things was driven home. Caleb spent a while begging to be changed not only to make him a bit less proud, but also because the suppository helped him to release so much that the mess came out in waves rather than all at once. The gooey baby poop spread everywhere and made him more miserable than a normal dirty diaper. Caleb cried often until he was clinging to his mommy on the way to be changed. She used five baby wipes and the back of the diaper before he was anywhere close to clean, and having to sit there and be wiped up and smell it for that long was a punishment in and of itself. “We need you all nice and clean baby. Not only are you a little rashy, but you’re going to have a very special visitor tomorrow!” His mommy said, hoping to console him. Caleb did calm and wiped his nose on the back of his hand. “Who mommy?” He asked, peering up at her through still glistening eyes. “Your pediatrician, of course!” Becky announced to a new wave of sniffling. Caleb was very scared she’d hear of this event and be cross with him. She was much nicer when she was pleased with his behavior… but she was never very nice anyhow… Caleb slept rather poorly between his rashy bottom and the worries of what tomorrow would bring. Dr. McTaggert duly arrived a bit after lunch time and found Caleb waiting for her in his play pen. He wasn’t terribly antsy this time, the worry over the past day’s misbehavior had been sorted out, and he had even gotten to go without his diaper for a bit around breakfast time without even being scolded for a mess or two he made on the floor. Caleb stood up as his mother opened the door and this time he greeted the doctor nicely, albeit shyly. “Hi there Caleb, your mommy tells me you’ve been doing very well aside from the occasional setback. How’s my favorite patient feeling?” She asked with a warmer than usual smile. It seemed as his babyish behavior was getting worse her attitude towards him continually improved, though Caleb couldn’t see why. One would think the opposite would be true as her therapy was clearly not working to help him recover. But she wasn’t at all frustrated. “Does my baby boy need to go potty?” She asked him. Caleb, rather predictably nodded that he did. “Let’s see if he’s wet. I’ve been making him use his diapers for number two if he can’t be trained for number one. He gave me a fuss about it yesterday but other than that he’s mostly been using his diapers for everything, except when I have to let him go without when he gets a rash.” Becky explained as she checked his predictably wet diaper. Becky shook her head just slightly at the look Caleb gave her, to which he responded by turning his eyes down and standing with his arms over the rails of the play pen, leaning against it while bowing his legs just slightly. “Come on baby, I need to take a sample anyhow and I’ll get you changed really fast, you can even have your paci!” The doctor smiled. Moments later Dr. McTaggert patted his bottom to see just how quickly his diaper training was going. She smiled a bit as she removed her hand from the seat of his diaper. Caleb looked up at her miserably as he wriggled around under all the attention. The Dr. however was most impressed by his progress, or rather, regress. She hadn’t even needed to use a suppository on him for this, just promised to give him a quick diaper change and his paci if he complied. “Ok baby, you can have your paci if you ask for it, just like I promised. Mom do you have his pacifier handy?” She asked. Becky came over and smiled, producing it from her now inseparable diaper bag. “Never leave home without it!” “You haven’t left home.” The doctor remarked drolly. “I didn’t know you made house calls” Caleb said with a slight smile which broadened as his pacifier came out. “Hush” His mother remarked quickly, but he scarcely noticed. He couldn’t explain it but he was glad to see the thing. Caleb reached for it, but it was instead duly handed to Dr. McTaggert while his hands grasped in the air over his head. “Gimme!” Caleb whined. What did the doctor need with HIS pacifier anyhow, she didn’t use one. “Ask more nicely baby.” The doctor corrected. “Gimme please?” Caleb ventured. “Say baby wanna paci” His mother teased, giggling at his state. She knew he needed it as uncomfortable as he still was with messing his diapers, but the doctor was curious to see just how attached he was to the thing after having it used as a comfort item so often. She had theorized that by training him to equate the pacifier with soothing after stress, he would begin to have affection for it as more than just a baby item Caleb looked at her and then at his pacifier. There was no point trying to act like something he wasn’t anymore, and anyhow, he wanted his paci! “Mommy baby wanna paci” He said in his best baby voice. “Good boy!” The doctor gushed. “Say aaaaah” Caleb did so and was duly rewarded with the pacifier in his mouth, which he sucked on for comfort as his dirty diaper was changed by the two broadly smiling women. He had his temperature taken after the mess was rubbed away, but it went rather quickly since he was already swathed in Vaseline due to the diaper rash from yesterday. He could scarcely imagine a different way to have it done anymore and though he still didn’t like it, it was more because he had to hold still and less because it was babyish or demeaning. The exam went quite well considering how he usually disliked these visits, it was mostly just him playing while his mother and the doctor chatted. Caleb had to run to the kitchen once more when the door bell rang. The doctor oddly enough was the one to go answer it. And she stayed in there for some time. Caleb could hear boys his age as well as their mothers coming in, and he was a bit confused as he looked up at his mother, suckling a bit harder on the pacifier. The living room was full of chatting and introductions and Caleb whimpered as his mother started out to greet her guests. She didn’t look terribly surprised at all. Caleb tried to keep her in the kitchen but she simply patted his head and asked him to come out and say hello to all his new friends, as though this were a foregone conclusion. It wasn’t of course, he stayed put in the kitchen! The boys were largely hanging around in the living room, and so Caleb was trapped. The only way out of the kitchen was to go either through the living room or into the dining room and then into the living room. The kitchen was the safest place for now. Caleb was used to his mother and her friends seeing him in just a diaper, but he didn’t want any kid from his school to see him like that. He’d never be able to go back there! Becky came back and sat down and Caleb scurried to hug her, asking again what was going on as the room began to fill with the boys mothers. Becky told him that these were the mothers of other boys that he’d be going to a special daycare with. Caleb squirmed at this idea. It would be different having boys his age see him in diapers. What if they beat him up! He wanted to hide. So Caleb just sat on his mother’s lap listening to the women talk. Most of it was of no interest to him, a few lines about some school, and other than that just mommy stuff about clothes and books and shows he thought were silly. When the talk turned to him and his diapers he was even less interested, but he couldn’t help but to listen. “Oh yes, he wears them all the time. His doctor said he’d probably finish training this week and I had my doubts but…” Becky smiled down to Caleb and bounced him a bit. He cuddled into her rather shyly and another mother laughed. “Aiden is only a bed wetter, but I’m sure it won’t be long before he’s having daytime accidents too.” She shrugged in a se-la-vie manner. “Do you diaper him at night? I know I do with my son, Dr. McTaggert recommended it and things have been going better ever since we started her therapy.” Said another somewhat older woman. “You mean he’s not wetting like me?” Caleb took out his pacifier and asked in confusion. He hardly expected to get an answer. His mother popped it right back in to hush him, and he was glad to have it as there were so many people around he didn’t know. He wanted to go play with the other boys but he just couldn’t. The mommies didn’t seem any more accessible, they talked over his head as though he weren’t even there, but it did make him feel better to know that he wasn’t the only other diaper boy in the world. “Oh no he wakes up soaked every morning now, I’ve even seen some dribbling in his Underoos, his sheets are still dry!” The mommy laughed and smiled to Caleb. “See all boys have peepee problems.” She said helpfully, seeing he might feel self conscious. “And who is this boy of yours I’ve heard so much about anyhow?” She asked, now addressing Becky. “Oh this is Caleb, he’s just a little bit shy. Caleb used to soak his little sheets for some time before we got him used to wearing diapers. Now his room smells all better, doesn’t it Cabe?” Becky asked in her usual babying tone. Caleb simply blushed and nodded. “Aiden’ is starting to as well. Even though he squirts in his little diapers all the time at night.” Said Aiden’ mommy. He couldn’t tell whether they were complaining or bragging. But who would brag about something like this? His mommy seemed quite proud of him, but he was sure that was just because he was her son, and not because he was now a diaper baby. The party soon broke up and Caleb peeked out to see if it was safe. His mother had just ushered the last few people out of the door with fond goodbyes and she turned to him, standing in his onesie with the pacifier in his mouth. “Awww Caleb you look adorable, but I think you went potty while you were sitting there in my lap. We’ll change you and then I can go start on dinner. You have a big day tomorrow so I have to get my little guy fed!” She said enthusiastically as she ushered him along to the nursery. Caleb groaned slightly at the continued baby talk and popped his pacifier out of his mouth only to have it taken by his mommy once again. She couldn’t stand to see it get covered in germs while he ran around with it. Caleb was crankier now thanks to that. He had wanted it out of his mouth for a second, not gone! “Mom I want my paci back and I don’t wanna go to stupid baby school!” He complained, failing to see a slight contradiction there. “We’ll see baby boy. But you really are going potty in your diaper a lot. Mommy can’t toilet train a boy who is wet all the time can she?” Becky looked to him as she got him onto the changing table. “I won’t mommy! I can stay dry and get potty trained like a big kid and I can go poopie on the toilet!” Becky could see that this was what he was really after, and she sighed. Perhaps she had to let him try to fly just to show him that he wasn’t ready yet. “Well alright baby. But I don’t have any little boys training pants anymore. Maybe the ‘stupid baby school’ will.” She hinted with a smile. Suddenly, Caleb was no longer dreading his new day care so much.

Chapter 19 - Daycare

The big day soon came and Becky sent Caleb to the daycare in his diaper, instructing that he was trying hard to potty train. The day care lady was someone he recognized as having been at the little dinner his mommy had. He felt terribly self conscious and immediately asked her to change him in a slight whisper as he peered in at all the other boys. He noted something familiar about the daycare but he couldn’t quite figure it out. He didn’t give it much thought as the lady took him to another room and took off his wet diaper, scolding him for not waiting until he got there. He was put in trainers all the same though. The lady, whose name was Mrs. Leticia, introduced him to the class after making it clear that he was to see her when he needed the potty. She didn’t seem at all surprised to see a boy his age in diapers. Caleb met a few of the boys, and recognized some of their names. He didn’t take much of a liking to Aiden, who was somewhat bigger and a year older than him, and had a sour demeanor. Aiden always called the best toys first and most of the other boys didn’t like him well either. Caleb had an accident or two, but made it to the potty just as often. On his third wet trainer Mrs. Leticia chose to make him lay down as for a diaper change rather than pulling it off more like underwear. She changed him and cautioned him against repeating this before sending him back as it was lunch time. Caleb felt the usual need after the snack of apples and sandwiches, but the nursery lady had disappeared to tend to a fight started by Aiden. Meanwhile Caleb was obsessing over the fact that he was now allowed a sippy cup rather than a bottle at daycare, the first time he’d seen such a thing for many weeks as he was on the bottle when at home. The excitement of this and the lack of any way to get relief settled the question of whether Caleb would be potty trained and he pooped his trainer as he sat on the floor with one of his new friends. Caleb looked to the boy he was playing with, Kyler, who was thankfully busy trying to get pants on one of his Lego men. He figured he was safe and went back to working on the Lego castle they were manning with archers, and sometimes Jedi. Caleb had argued against this on grounds of Jedi being from a galaxy far, far away, but it made sense to staff it with the best soldiers money could buy, and even a ninja couldn’t beat a Jedi. Thus the castle was ninja proof and… Caleb looked down at his training pants and pouted. When he had moved to get a new shield for his Lego Jedi the mess had shifted, but the slightly scented trainer was hopefully keeping anyone from noticing, which was the primary goal. He could just pretend he was fine the rest of the day and let his mom change him when he got home, so he wouldn’t get in trouble for having another accident. What was it his mother had said about how President Bush responded to something called oval warming? “Ignore it and it will go away”? That seemed like a good idea, and if it worked for the president it could work for him! Kyler looked across the castle and wrinkled his nose and Caleb barely kept the look of worry from his face as his partner complained. “Something smells.” “It must be Aiden.” Caleb said with a forced giggle. His friend agreed and they continued playing for some time. The daycare lady came by and asked if any of the children needed the potty, and one or two raised their hands, though they looked less than thrilled at having an escort to do so. Caleb thought that the attendant looked at him as she asked but he pretended he didn’t notice and just started down at the blocks. They did notice he was quieter than usual, and the smell was a hint as well, when the boy who had been playing nearby returned from his bathroom break he made a comment that made up the woman’s mind. “Caleb do we need to take you to the changing table? Your mommy said you were ready to use the potty but it doesn’t smell like it.” Kyler giggled a bit and Caleb just sat there in silence. There was a bit more giggling before long. Aiden whispered to his friend “I told you it was him. I’m surprised he’s not wearing diapers!” Caleb shot him an angry look but was cut off when the attendant asked him again. “Caleb, I asked if you needed to go to the changing table… But if you’re not a big enough boy to admit you had an accident I can find out.” With that she tugged at the back of his trainers half to pull them out to check them and half to get him up. “I thought so. Come along little baby. I’ll have to call your mother about this, and then it’s nap time for a while. We can get your nap diaper on since you need changed anyhow.” She scolded, shaking her head in displeasure. Caleb was a ball of tears when he got home after what had seemed like an endless day. Most of the boys had had an accident once or twice themselves, especially lately, and so they weren’t too prone to anything besides the usual almost playful jokes. Aiden had been mean to him but Caleb didn’t mind as that just seemed to be the boys way. But Caleb knew his mother could do worse to him than the boys at daycare could. She saw him as Mrs. Leticia dropped him off and immediately picked him up. Mrs. Leticia didn’t need to explain further after the phone call and was in a hurry to get the other boys home that didn’t have a ride, so she gave a sympathetic look and left. “What happened baby boy?” Becky asked, fishing for his pacifier while she held him to her with the other hand. The fact that his mommy wasn’t already mad calmed him a bit and he sniffled. She had said he wasn’t ready to potty train and she was right, but all the same he was afraid of getting in trouble and didn’t answer at first. “You can tell mommy, little one, go ahead.” She smiled encouragingly. “And then we can clean up your little face and get you a nice glass of milk.” She patted his bottom at this and found that unlike the thin, well formed and concentrated cushion of a trainer, he was in the more spread out and thicker padding of a diaper. “Where are your training pants, I asked them to let you try to potty.” She said in false confusion. “I had a accident…” Caleb admitted before bursting into new tears. His hopes of potty training were over. “Awww baby… You didn’t really have an accident…” Becky said. She had wanted to announce her plan for some time and now it seemed like that time was at hand. The doctor had advised against it, but Becky wanted this punishment to stick, and a part of her wanted to let Caleb know that this wasn’t really his fault. At least not in the way he thought it was. “I didn’t?” He asked, looking up at her and wiping his nose. “No baby, mommy put some medicine in your oatmeal to help make sure you’d poop your little panties at daycare and stop worrying about deciding when you can potty train.” She explained as though this were a simple matter of fact. “W-w-why?” Caleb stuttered, too confused to cry or fuss at her. “Because mommy wanted to make sure you behaved from now on and learned that mommy was in charge. See, mommy can make you be a baby again whenever she wants, so you shouldn’t get into so much mischief.” She stated simply. “But… but I don’t wanna!” He whimpered, peering up at her as she settled on the couch with him. ‘I know baby but mommy has to decide what’s best for you. Don’t worry I’ll let you start potty training again after a while if you’re a good boy, but just remember mommy can always make you go back to being a baby. And what’s more, since you’re having accidents at school, we won’t have anymore of this potty training business, it’s just diapers for you until mommy says otherwise!” She said rather forcefully. Caleb descended into further fits of tears and Becky just held him, trying to soothe him. This was what she had been trying to avoid, but she knew that Caleb had to know what was happening to understand his punishment, and to make it clear that she was in charge. Caleb was soon settled in his crib for another nap. One which, in Becky’s view, he definitely needed to offset his crankiness at this latest revelation. Abby helped to get him settled, and cooed to him until he fell fast asleep. She was growing more fond of him as his regression continued and he became the baby doll she’d viewed him as in her youth when the idea of a younger cousin intrigued her. Caleb wasn’t nearly as hard to deal with after his nap as Becky had worried he might be. In fact for the next few days he tried to be on his best behavior, hoping his mother might call off the punishment. Unfortunately things only seemed to get worse at the day care. After his messy accident on his first day, the woman running the day care had decided that he should be diapered. This, she explained to him, wasn’t a problem because a lot of the boys there wore training pants or diapers for their naps, so he wouldn’t get teased too much. Caleb had made it through those first days of being in diapers full time both at home and at daycare largely because he figured his good behavior would get him out of the punishment. It simply got him further in, and he was slowly beginning to forget the last vestiges of his potty training. The other boys knew he was diapered, the crinkly, thicker material was obvious, and the clothes his mother dressed him in, in addition to the baby print, often allowed the waist of his diapers to show through with their Sesame Street characters making it clear that he was not a big kid like them, or, rather, like some of them. Caleb had found that his friend Tyler was wearing trainers like he had been earlier. They had been play fighting in one of the corners and gotten a bit carried away. Caleb had won the tickling contest that resulted, he remembered with some pride, and Tyler had looked somewhat shy afterwards. Once again Caleb recognized his look. “Are you okay?” He asked, offering a hand up. “Uh huh…” His playmate muttered. Unfortunately Caleb hadn’t been the only one that noticed the look. “Did someone have an accident over here?” She asked, peering between the two of them. She didn’t wait for a response, and simply checked Caleb first. He knew the routine and stood still for her. “You’re a little damp but that diaper will hold more… What about you Andy?” She asked, moving and performing the same process on Tyler’s waistline, though it was met with some squirming from him and a good deal of blushing. “Oh baby, you shouldn’t have gotten all excited. Many more accidents like this and you’ll have to be diapered like your little buddy.” She teased, though Caleb knew this was no idle threat. He watched her escort the bashful boy to the changing table in the other room. “Haha two babies in the corner. Hey did you poop your diaper this time?” Aiden asked, swaggering over and firing a foam disc launcher at Caleb which missed and landed harmlessly behind him. “No! Leave me alone or I’ll tell.” Caleb said, trying to sound threatening. The return of the daycare worker leading Tyler by the hand, however, added authority to Caleb’s statement and he got a respite from the bully for the rest of the day. As time went on Caleb found that he was growing more and more accustomed to his diapered state. The presence of the other boys, and their acceptance of it, for the most part, made it bearable and it even seemed normal. Aiden was still a nuisance but he seemed to be the only one who still made an issue of it. Caleb expected this had a lot to do with most, if not all, of the other boys being diapered now for their naps. He had noticed the line for the changing room growing increasingly longer after nap time, though the daycare ladies as he called them hadn’t been giving any more juice before naps than usual. It was just before said nap time when Caleb sat down to read for a while, as the attendant had noticed he usually had trouble going to sleep and figured some quiet reading would help. The book was something that, ordinarily, Caleb would have laughed at. It was too easy to read, the sentences simplistic and uninteresting. There was nothing about dinosaurs or anything cool at all. But now, without even the chance of being toilet trained any time soon and with many of the other boys poking fun at him for his diapers, Caleb saw the world of potty training as a vast forbidden city, and the book was a fun aid to his bouts of make believe. He’d be a big boy again some day and get to toilet train just like the boy in the book. It was something nice he could think of until he went down for nap time. The daycare workers gave Caleb an extra snack that day for going to sleep so easily and without a fuss, so predictably he arrived home with a smelly diaper, and fussed at his mother for the first time in days. Becky didn’t mind the fact that he demanded to be changed, that was the way with babies, but the problem was he was saying it in a more big boy fashion than she cared for. “Baby its not nice to try to tell mommy when to change you. Remember you have to be good if you want to get potty trained. Besides don’t you want to see your new toy?” She asked, as ever offering both the carrot and the stick. “I wanna diaper change!” Caleb demanded. Being kept in diapers didn’t seem like such a threat to him anymore since he was already in diapers. “Someone needs his dummy.” Becky chided, popping it into his mouth. Caleb was glad to have it and settled down as Becky hefted him up and started for the nursery. ”Let’s see what baby gets for his present.” She smiled to him. “Oooooh what could it be?” Caleb was less than thrilled when he saw what looked like a car seat tied to an A frame with bungee cords. Becky threaded his legs into the baby bouncer’s seat and then gave it a light tug down, making him bounce up and down lightly as he hung suspended by the cords with all his weight on his messy bottom. Caleb looked up at her with a somewhat displeased look and pouted. Becky could tell that if he didn’t have his pacifier in he’d be complaining quite a bit, and he did manage to whine for her despite still sucking on it. She ignored it and left the room, she’d change him when he calmed down a bit, she thought, stepping over the safety gate in the doorway. It didn’t take long for Caleb to quiet down. He had noticed that the more he wiggled and tried to get out of the bouncer, the more it, well, bounced. So he had soon settled down just to avoid ending up in an even messier diaper. Becky peered back in and his face lit up, a rewarding expression that she hadn’t seen much since he had been very little. Caleb clung to her as she carried him to the changing table, and almost didn’t let go to be laid down. But a pat to his bottom reminded him why he needed to cooperate and it went rather well from there. “Baby you’re being so good now, mommy has another surprise for you!” She grinned, letting a hint of excitement into her voice. Despite his displeasure with his last surprise Caleb couldn’t help but be excited as well. “Since you haven’t been complaining about diapers too much, you don’t have to wear clothes over them anymore as long as you don’t mess with your diapies. How’s that baby?’ Becky asked, smiling brightly. She wanted to reward his general demeanor more than any specific act, she was so impressed with the change in him over the last days. “Really?” He asked, smiling brightly. The fewer clothes he had on, the closer he was to freedom as he saw it. “Really.” his mother said, helping him down from the changing table with just the diaper on. “Now go play, and behave or I’ll swat your little diaper butt.” She said playfully. It had been a good while since she’d spanked him, and he could tell by her tone she didn’t mean it. He sat on the nursery floor having a good time and occasionally waddling here or there to get a toddler toy he wanted. His diaper was simply something that was there, and required no interaction from him, like the ceiling. Whereas he had been capable if not really encouraged to put take his training pants off himself, the diapers were more complicated to work, and were now part of the growing list of things over which he had no power. He was however starting to find the cartoons on them interesting again, and examined the patterned print on the front while his mother went to give Abby a surprise of her own. “You’re going to potty train him? After all this? But he’s so cute as a baby! He only just gave up on messing with the diapers and trying to get them off.” Abby complained, sitting at the kitchen table and looking across at her aunt. “I know, but I think he’s learned his lesson Abby. Besides, its not like he’ll never misbehave again.” Becky chuckled a bit. Even as she came close to finishing the punishment she knew another was down the road. It was just a fact of life for her. “Then why did this one last so long?” Abby asked. “The doctor wanted to show him what could be done. In the future we’ll just regress him to certain stages depending on how bad he’s been, and it wont require any training since he’ll already know we’re in charge and can force it on him again if he doesn’t comply. All the medicine does get expensive you know.” Abby nodded a bit, liking this idea better and better. “What if he doesn’t realize you’re in charge?” She asked, not wanting to be a party pooper, but somehow she just had to ask. “He’ll learn eventually I suppose, either that or he’ll spend a lot of time in diapers.” She chuckled and Abby nodded. Her misgivings, however, were to be born out that Saturday, when Caleb proved he was still more than capable of misbehaving. With the weekend came some free time. Caleb was much happier now and got along well with Abby, except when she announced that she’d have to get him into some clothes for a trip to the park. “Can’t I just wear my diaper?” He asked, seeing this as perfectly sensible since he had been wearing only a diaper at home all day with his mother’s blessing. “If you want to stay home I guess.” Abby said as though this made no difference to her. Caleb was soon dressed in his onesie and being led along by his cousin, who had dispensed with the toddler harness as it no longer seemed necessary, and the diaper bag was already too much to lug around. Caleb was tired from the walk and Abby let him sit on the bench beside her for a bit while she read a book. It wasn’t long before he asked if he could go play and Abby decided to oblige. She noticed his shorts sagging slightly as he walked away, but it wasn’t time for his diaper change yet and he wasn’t complaining, so she figured she’d let him have his fun, and let herself get into her book a bit more. Caleb sat in the sandbox playing happily and working on a pile of sand, which to him was a magic…. Thing. He wasn’t quite sure what shape it would take yet when he felt himself wetting his diaper once more. He looked down and pouted for a moment as he saw a bit leak through and dampen his shorts and the sand he played in. He wiggled his legs together, figuring their splayed out position might have had something to do with his diaper springing a leak, but that was his only reaction. He continued to shift around in the sand for a time to gain the best vantage for his architectural endeavors He would have been happy to continue to do so if another boy hadn’t complained to his own mother about the wet baby in the sandbox. “You shouldn’t be peeing in the sandbox little guy. What would your mommy think?” A woman of about thirty scolded as she came over and knelt down near him. Caleb looked up at her and wiggled back, seeing she was somewhat displeased, though more by her own son’s prodding than by Caleb’s accident. “I didn’t wanna my diaper leaked…” Caleb tried to explain, as if that would help. “You look a little big for diapers, but I can see you needed changed. Where’s your mommy? And what does she think about having a boy who can’t go on the potty?” She asked, rather cross and wanting to give the person responsible for the boy a piece of her mind. “It’s okay. My mommy made me wear diapers cuz I was bad and I gotta poop in them too… Well, her and Dr. McTaggert did.” He said, figuring that would excuse everything and continuing despite the stunned look on the woman’s face. “My mom’s at home I think but my cousin’s here that’s her right there. Her name’s Pat-ric-ia but you gotta say all of it or else she gets mad.” He pointed to Abby helpfully, though she was already approaching to see what was happening. “So you’re babysitting him?” The woman asked before pointing between his legs. “He wet all over the sandbox. Apparently the diapers that his mom makes him poop in leaked.” She said, still rather confused by the whole matter. Abby was quick about making up an explanation about Caleb needing the diapers after an operation with the aforesaid doctor, and she mostly cleared things up. She noticed Caleb was about to complain about the veracity of her statements and offered him his pacifier to preempt him. With the strange lady all angry at him Caleb was glad for the comfort of his soother, and to get an escort home from a very worried looking Abby. “You told another lady that it was my fault you wear diapers?” His mother’s face blanched, she didn’t want to be arrested, or to have her name sullied, but moreover she felt terrible that her son had said such a thing so out of the blue. He’d been doing so well the past week, she thought. “And about Dr. McTaggert.” Abby added grimly. “Uh huh. Change my diaper mommy I gotta poop!” Caleb said, not at all grasping the gravity of the situation as he sucked at his pacifier and mumbled around it. “Baby hush mommy needs to think that was VERY naughty what you did you could get mommy in trouble.” Becky said, trying to keep her temper under control. She knew Caleb hadn’t meant anything by it. “But my diapers leaking…” Caleb whined, tugging on her shirt. “Caleb that’s it! Abby go put him in the baby bouncer, I need to make a call ok? Everything’s going to be fine…” Becky walked off to the kitchen and Abby got him settled in the bouncer. “Was I bad?” He asked her innocently. ‘A little bit…” She said in an understatement, and then headed upstairs to give Becky some privacy. Moments later Caleb sat in his bouncer in what was now a messy diaper. Becky had been too stressed to acquiesce to his demands for a diaper change. He couldn’t understand the fact that he was getting all this attention suddenly but that it didn’t result in his mommy seeing immediately to his needs. Becky instead had dropped him in the baby bouncer and went to make a call to Dr. McTaggert to find out what was going on. It was at this point that Caleb realized something: Doing something fun in a dirty diaper was still fun! He started to bounce a bit and enjoyed it as the elastic straps holding up the seat amplified his motion. Becky was not having such a fun time. “No, I don’t think he meant to. I suppose there’s not much choice but to finish the therapy completely. Well, I had figured that just making him a toddler would be enough. It’s going to be awfully hard… You can come by and drop off the stuff while he’s down for his nap. How is he? Well he came home messy obviously but I just couldn’t deal with it. He’s probably fussing in his…” Becky trailed off. Caleb was staring at her as she talked about him into the phone, but she knew he would soon be unable to worry about anything she was saying. Indeed he wasn’t, because all she saw was a happily diapered boy enjoying his baby bouncer and making a slightly messy diaper into a major cleanup job.” “You little stinker. You’re making it very hard for mommy to be mad at you… But you’re still in a lot of trouble.” She cooed, coming over to settle him on her hip as she finished arrangements with the doctor and headed for the changing table.

Chapter 20 - Conclusion

Dr. McTaggert arrived in due time and came towards the house with a bag and yet another plastic framed object with a cloth seat. Caleb was actually excited to see her now, and the nap his mother had promised had failed to materialize despite sitting in his crib.. Though he knew he was in trouble, he also knew the doctor had presents for him, and the present she was carrying looked similar to the baby bouncer which he had been enjoying. She walked in, heading directly for the kitchen and beginning to speak with his mother in rather hurried, hushed tones. “I can’t see that being a problem, we have him pretty well used to the pacifier. How do I adjust the walker for him?” Becky asked from within that strange forbidden zone beyond the safety gates. “Oh yes I have his last measurements here, I’ll leave them for you. The legs on it can be adjusted to fit his height, and they have numbers on them to help you with that. I’m sure you’ve done that before.” The doctor said smilingly, looking over towards something Caleb couldn’t see, but he expected it was the new baby bouncer. “Just so his feet are barely hitting the floor, right?” Becky asked, recalling how she had done it the first time he was a baby. “That’s right! He won’t be able to put his full weight on his legs and that will put an end to him climbing over your gates at all. We’ll start him on a course of gentle muscle relaxers so he’ll be more susceptible to the treatment, here’s the bottle. Dosage is on the other sheet. I think that’s everything. I think I can safely go tell him about this last bit now, it’ll give him a reason to take an interest in the new pacifier at least.” The doctor no longer enjoyed being mean to Caleb, he was her patient now, boy or not, and he was awfully cute sometimes. But she was much happier being the bad guy and letting the boy remain affectionate and better behaved with his mother. Becky had other ideas. “No, I was the one that didn’t listen about this part of the therapy in the first place, I should tell him. Maybe I wasn’t firm enough with him. Will you go get the pacifier ready while I go talk to him?” Becky looked to the doctor with a frown, and was met by a nod. Dr. McTaggert moved to get the pacifier and then into the refrigerator to get out a bottle, while Becky went to have a chat with her baby boy. “Hello little baby, are you done with your nap? Mommy needs to talk to you.” Becky announced. The question was more a definitive statement than a query. Caleb looked up at her attentively and she frowned. She wanted to hold him, to comfort him considering that this might not be a fun event for him, but she also wanted him to know how very angry she was. It was going to be difficult being stern with him while he snuggled into her bosom. Dr. McTaggert, as usual, had the solution. She had the pacifier in her hand and came right over to pick Caleb up from the crib carrying him over to the rocking chair and settling him down in her own lap. It was a somewhat odd position for him, but he was glad for her affection, and more so still when she offered him the pacifier. He was worried his mom was mad at him, but having the pacifier in his mouth, even if it was a little cold and tasted funny, seemed to make those fears go away. He looked up at the doctor with a smile showing around the plastic rim of the soother and she returned it before looking to his mother, a gesture that he should do likewise. She stood with her hands on her hips, the sternest pose in all motherdom. “Baby, mommy is very mad that you told someone about your special treatment. The nice doctor might get in a lot of trouble because of you. Hopefully no one is silly enough to believe what a little diaper boy says. That’s what your cousin told them, you know how little boys fib and all… But we can’t have you fibbing anymore. I wanted to be nice and let you potty train after a week or two, but I’ve talked with the doctor and we think it would be best if we finished your therapy,” she said somewhat grimly, as though pronouncing a sentence. “Buh uh aweady uh dipos” Caleb murmured through the pacifier. His tongue felt odd, sluggish, but he attributed this to having the rubber protrusion from the soother in his mouth. He wasn’t about to spit it out though. He felt better with the reassuring substitute nipple in his mouth, and he was already suckling vigorously on it between his fumbled attempts at speech. Besides, even he knew that this wasn’t a conversation that would require much input from him. “Mommy knows that, little one. But you’re not a baby yet, either. Babies don’t walk or talk, do they?” She asked pointedly. Caleb shook his head in the negative and she continued. “Mommy wasn’t going to make you a proper infant, but since you kept being bad, we’re going to finish your baby training now. Dr. McTaggert brought you over a baby walker and some new medication, and your new pacifier. You’re going to get to use your binkie whenever you want now, and it’ll help you stop fibbing to people, and you’ll be in the baby walker so you won’t run around as much. Soon you’ll start crawling and babbling like a baby too.” Becky announced, already picturing how cute he’d look. “Buh wuduhbut poddy twain?” He asked looking to her with a whimper. Not be able to talk anymore? Not being allowed to walk? His already tiny world was being shrunk all the more, as though it would soon retreat all the way back into the protective walls of his mother’s womb. “Silly boy. Babies can’t even try to potty train since they can’t walk or talk to tell their mommies when they need to go.” The doctor chimed in, tickling him a little. “And see, your pacifier will help you do that. I put a special medicine on it to make your tongue numb, and your mommy is going to give you a medication to make you weaker so you wont have so much naughty little boy energy to run around.” Caleb looked between the two of them stunned. His beloved pacifier was now being used to make him more of a baby? He looked down at the pale blue ring of plastic that hugged his lips and cheeks and spit it out, trailing lines of saliva along his shirt as he did so. “Bad baby!” His mother scolded. She seemed to have forgotten his name, and had started to call him by his role, much as someone in a restaurant would call the person bringing them their food “waiter” and nothing else. “Don’t be so hard on him, Becky. It’s not good for him to have it in all the time. Here I got this cute pin for it so the baby won’t lose his pacifier when this happens.” The doctor smiled and turned Caleb around, making his diaper crinkle as she did so. The wiggling apart of his legs led to a wetting, and the doctor gave him a playfully reproving look. “My, you’re wet. I bet you’re in a hurry for mommy to change you. Just sit still for a moment and we’ll get a new fresh diaper on you post haste!” She smiled. Caleb complied grudgingly, sniffling at this new stage of his ignominious punishment that had already cost him so much. It seemed he’d be a baby forever now, but the presence of the warm wetness around his crotch told him that this state of affairs had already largely come to pass, and it didn’t seem that bad…. He could sure use that pacifier though. He looked down to see the doctor threading a pretty blue ribbon through the ring on it, and then tying it to a diaper pin with a little plastic teddy bear on the end. She grasped his shirt expertly and pinned it on, and he giggled slightly as he saw that the pacifier was now dangling from his shirt. He reached down for it before remembering what the doctor had said about the thing. “Treacherous binky!”, he cursed inwardly. His mother and the doctor just exchanged knowing glances. Dr. McTaggert handed him over to Becky and said goodbye as they walked to the living room, but his mother had one last trick in store for him. If he was (eventually) going to grow up again the right way, she would instill good values in him while he was still in diapers. “Caleb, thank the doctor for your new presents.” She instructed. Caleb was rather compliant considering he was already in trouble, and the doctor had been nice to him for once. “Fangoo dogdoo!” He said, then looked down, and, with more concentration, determined to keep being a big boy, he gave it another go. “Thank woo… doctoor!” He managed to say, sounding closer to his age group’s proper speech, but still finding it difficult. He was very leery of the pacifier now, and looked down at it once more with a mixture of need and dislike. He looked on his mother in the same way sometimes, but he knew in the end both were good for him. The doctor smiled and stood patiently while he tried to get his sentence right, finally heading out and calling back “Woo wocome, widdle baby” In her most cutesy voice. The baby talk from her caught him somewhat off guard and he couldn’t help but giggle as his mother took him to get his diaper changed. He took comfort in the trip to the changing table, it was a familiar routine now and he knew what would happen, which was more than he could say for the rest of the day. Becky settled him on the changing table and went about undoing the snaps on his onesie. She figured she could largely dispense with the clothes at home soon, leaving his diaper more visible. He had to get used to seeing it as a part of him, and part of that was seeing it. With the muscle relaxants starting he wouldn’t be as inclined to take it off and run around the house any longer either, not like last time. Caleb looked up at her trying to sit stock still, because, perhaps, if he did so she would rethink his punishment and it would end. Instead she simply smiled at how easy he made his diaper change. “There we go baby all finished, put your hands waaay up for mommy, see if you can touch the ceiling!” She instructed with a smile. Caleb did so, wanting very much to behave for her. He looked confused as she unpinned the pacifier and took off the onesie entirely. “Baff?” He asked, his tongue feeling tingly now, but more under control. “No no, mommy just decided you might like a tee shirt better. Pick one baby, duckie or teddy?” She smiled, holding up a yellow shirt with a teddy on it and a blue one with a duck. Caleb chose the latter, and pouted as it seemed just slightly too short. In fact Becky had had it altered just for him. This way if he squirted out of the diaper or had a messy, squirmy time on the changing table it wouldn’t risk ruining the shirt. The fact that it showed his diaper off and left his belly button open to raspberries was an added plus. “There, all better!” Becky announced, smiling as she pinned on the pacifier. “Come on mommy needs to go make lunch and get your medicine ready so you can sit in your baby bouncer for a while.” Caleb did so, bouncing happily. He caught himself looking down at his pacifier once again but was distracted by a noise from the driveway. He saw a car pull up and drop Abby off and he waved to her as she came in from her outing, thankfully without one of her friends. Perhaps because there was no one to embarrass him in front of, or simply because she was in a hurry, Abby set her things down and waved to him in a babyish manner, seeing by the angelic look he wore that Becky had dealt with his transgressions. “Hey Aunt Becky I’m home!” Abby called out, striding into the kitchen where she could hear her aunt moving about. “Oh great! Can you stir the noodles while I run to the bathroom? I made a serving of spaghetti for you incase you hadn’t eaten while you were out.” Becky held out the slotted spoon to her niece. “Of course. Caleb sure is being good, what’d you do?” Abby asked, ever curious about her cousin’s treatment. “I’ll tell you about it later. I hope you had fun while you were out,” Becky smiled. “Oh lots. Go on ahead though we can talk over dinner, I’ve got that covered.” Abby added airily as Becky headed for the bathroom. She was barely done washing her hands when she heard a rather worried voice from downstairs. “Aunt Becky!” Abby cried in a tone that said something had happened. Becky’s thoughts turned to Caleb immediately. Something was terribly wrong, it had to be. She raced for the stairs, where she heard Abby’s voice again. “It’s the lady from the park! She says she needs to talk to Caleb’s mother! Becky was slightly out of breath from bounding down the stairs, and she hesitated for just a moment, trying to compose herself and calm down before she finally reached for the phone. Caleb was sure something was wrong and, knowing how these things went, he started to whimper, thinking this meant more trouble for him. He grabbed up his pacifier and poked it right back into his mouth, the hard plastic rim pressing against his lips as he suckled on the nipple. He could never quite get it all the way into his mouth no matter how he tried, and he was trying vigorously just now, wanting to drain all the comfort out of the dark yellow soft rubber. Abby noticed the slight squeaky hisses of his suckling and went over to comfort him, tickling his belly and generally distracting him, so that he heard only parts of the conversation. He didn’t need to hear too much though, he could see that his mother was ghost white. She nodded often to no one and simply replied with “oh” and “yes” and so forth. Finally she let out a relieved “oh yes!” And seemed much more congenial all of a sudden. By the time she put the phone down five minutes later Caleb was sucking on a bottle provided by Abby and his mother looked more like her usual self, laughing a bit as she came over. “Is everything okay, aunt Becky? Caleb didn’t make too much trouble did he?” She inquired with concern. “No dear of course not, the baby didn’t cause that much bother, how could he, look at him?” Becky bent down and made silly faces at Caleb, kissing his cheek once she saw a smile form behind his bottle. “Hudawiddobabeh!” She garbled, making him let out a giggle that splashed milk down his front. “Hmmm… well we don’t need to worry about the lady at the park, she just wanted to ask where I bought Caleb’s diapers because she has a daughter that wets the bed… Now a bib on the other hand, that IS something we need to consider!” Abby laughed and Caleb saw no reason not to join in, forgetting his half full bottle. Everything seemed just fine and his mother had forgotten all about him being bad. The world was a nice place and best of all, he had a full tummy and he could bounce to his heart’s content. The next morning Becky and Abby sat around the kitchen, preparing breakfast and discussing their plans for the day. Abby was going out again, and Becky would be fine looking after Caleb. Abby didn’t like the idea of leaving Caleb with just one adult to supervise him and the medicine for his pacifier so near at hand. “I’d feel odd leaving that medicine there in the fridge considering how he seems to get into everything sometimes, but I guess you’re going to fix that huh?” Abby chuckled, recalling her aunt’s plans. “Oh yes I should start him on that muscle relaxer, shouldn’t I? We’ll see how he likes his new walker, go ahead and put him in it, its about time he got up anyhow. Caleb woke up as he was being jostled around and felt his legs being maneuvered. He whined a bit as his diaper was changed and he slowly woke up. For a moment he thought he was being put into his bouncer and his eyes fluttered. Instead he felt his feet slightly touch the ground. “Whas is?” He asked, his speech having improved while he was separated from the pacifier. “This is your new walker baby. Whenever you’re not in the play pen or bouncer you’ll be in this so you can still get around without walking. Mommy does not want to see you walking around baby boy, and if you stand up you’ll get a punishment!” She said ominously as she set a rattle and some other infantile bric-a-brac on the tray of his little conveyance. “Whuh no walkin?” Caleb asked, still slightly befuddled from his nap, and not likely to have gone without questioning such a mandate even if he wasn’t sleepy. “Because you could fall down and hurt your bum, baby. Its safer if you crawl. The medicine mommy is going to give you will make it hard for you to stand up anyhow so this is better for everyone. “Medigin?” he asked, not liking the sound of that very well. “Come on into the kitchen, you can take today’s dosage before breakie!” his cousin cooed as she and Becky went on ahead to get their meal prepared, and to get a makeshift baby breakfast prepared ‘til they could go to the store. Caleb was left to figure out the workings of the baby walker on his own, which he did rather easily. Stretch one leg down, pad forward, then the other. It moved in a somewhat awkward zigzag pattern, but it did move forward. His mother praised him and clapped when he reached the kitchen, and he was deposited from the walker directly into his high chair. Caleb whined when he saw a plate of apple sauce, mushy oatmeal, and a bottle in front of him and looked to his mother as if to ask if she was serious. “Mommuh im not eden dad!” He protested fervently. Becky knew she had other battles on the way, and though she disliked his speaking up and almost defying her in a big boy’s voice, she let it pass to allow some attempt at negotiation. “If you take your medicine like a big boy mommy wont feed you this.” She said, holding up a random unopened jar, which he figured was baby food. “Izit yuckie?” He asked suspiciously. “No baby its just some medicine you need to take for mommy. I even have a special spoon for you!” She cooed, sweetening the deal with this added revelation of the airplane themed spoon she held in her hand. The spoon was rubberized so it wouldn’t hurt him if he wiggled around while she gave him his dosage. “Oki…” He agreed amicably. He knew from experience that he would get his medicine one way or another. Caleb opened wide as Becky slid the spoon in with the muscle relaxer and rubbed his throat til he gulped it down. She put the jar she’d had away and then began to feed him the breakfast that was already set out, which turned into a fight that made her glad for the high chair’s ability to keep him mostly in one place. “Abby can you clean the baby up?” Becky asked while she cleared the table. Caleb was getting terribly annoyed by this baby talk. His mother was going out of her way to point out his infantile helplessness, but it wasn’t just being called a baby that bothered him. It sounded as though everyone were addressing him now more as an object than a person. The shoe, the television, the baby. Not Caleb. “Im nod da babeh!” Caleb whined, only to have his pacifier poked into his mouth by his mother, who had had more than enough of his fussing like a baby in the voice of a big kid. “Sure Aunt Becky! Wow look at you Caleb, your shirt is as messy as your diaper was! We need to get you a bib fast.” She chuckled as she cleaned his face with baby wipes. Becky announced it was time to go the store for the aforementioned bib and he was whisked off to the nursery and stripped to his diaper where he felt the now familiar probing of a finger into the waistband. “Mom the baby’s wet, do I have time to change him before we go to the store?” “Go ahead, I’ll be out in the car!” Becky called back as she gathered her purse and the ever present diaper bag. diaper bag. Abby looked down at her cousin who was now without his pacifier again. “Whuhbuhgoee?” He gibbered, trying to ask where they were going. Was it the boring mom stuff store? More than likely, but she hadn’t specified so it could be the store exclusively for big boys, stocked with toys and candy and absolutely no diapers. That would be a nice store to go to! His query was mistranslated though. Abby wasn’t as well versed in his particular baby language as his mother was, though she was much amused at his babyish speech. His sentences were growing ever shorter as a necessary defense mechanism. He was starting to discover that the more he tried to talk the less he could be understood, so he would stick to the necessary nouns and verbs, and a few adjectives that applied well to his new status. His mother didn’t have to teach him to talk like a baby, the simple need to not spew out an incomprehensible jumble was guiding him to simplistic, toddler like sentences. And Abby was even having trouble with those! “Of course baby, duppee gooey, that’s why I’m changing you. Now hush so we can get to the store.” Caleb settled on the changing table and wiggled about while she got his diaper off and wiped him over quickly. Abby wasn’t about to make a big deal of it, they had to get to the store, and Caleb would just wet more in an hour or less, so it wasn’t like getting him cleaned up would matter. She sprinkled powder over him quickly and taped him into a new diaper, rolling him from side to side to keep it straight and tight while she taped each separately. He was dressed in a tee shirt and some overalls and then carried out to his waiting mother with a few grunts on Abby’s part. Caleb sat in the basket of the cart as they walked through the supermarket and generally behaved well. Becky knew when she was going through the high risk aisles, and before she passed through the aisle where the candy was she made sure he had his pacifier in. Caleb wanted to ask for some of the candy but the soft supple rubber in his mouth seemed to be all he needed for the moment. Becky and Abby stopped to hold a few bibs up to his chest, as if seeing how they looked on him. He looked down at the infantile cloths and pouted, his displeasure visible even around the rim of the soother. His mother simply ignored his disapproval and tossed a white bib and a yellow on with a train on it into the cart. “Baby will need a bib so we can feed him properly.” Becky said as she headed down the aisle. That didn’t seem to make sense. He’d always been fine eating without a bib until now… Then he saw the reason for this change in policy. A squat round glass jar found its way into the cart, followed by another, and then several more. The colors ranged from pale green to white to beige, but not a one of them looked like something that had any place whatsoever in his mouth. Caleb started to cry, but ended up sucking at the pacifier harder. “Hush now baby, if you’re wet mommy will change you when we get home.” Becky cooed. “I told you he liked the blue bib better.” Abby said, though she knew full well what his whining was about. They checked out and the young clerk looked to Caleb. “Wow he’s getting big, this must be some good baby food!” The boy at the counter chuckled. “Oh yes, he loves it.” Becky returned as she slid her card through the credit machine. Caleb gave her a rather sour look as they went on their way home and spit out his pacifier which flopped onto his chest. “BuhmeghuhNAH” He blurted, a bit of spittle trailing down his chin. Becky reached around the basket and swatted his bottom through the cart’s mesh with a slight crinkle while they loaded the groceries into the car. Caleb couldn’t started to cry and began trying to speak more comprehensibly and register his dissatisfaction in the preferred, adult manner, but the more he failed at speaking, the less able he was to concentrate on forming his words. He really just wanted his pacifier, which his mother was inclined to give him to stop the baby talk tantrum. Caleb fell asleep on the way home Becky unclipped his pacifier from his shirt, taking the opportunity to show Abby how to dip it into the medication just enough to let it soak in a little, so that it would slowly release for hours whenever he sucked on it. Dinner time soon came, and it was a fight for Becky to get Caleb fitted in his bib. She knew the real hard part would be the baby food. She started him out with the banana mush, which he didn’t seem to mind too much, giving him the impression that the jarred stuff wasn’t all awful… Her experimentation with the strained carrots ended up largely on his bib. Becky scooped it off dutifully and returned it to his mouth, figuring it would eventually reach his tummy, via his shirt or his throat, preferably the latter! Caleb screamed and fussed, trying to say that he didn’t like the new food. Becky paused and let him tire himself out before returning with another jar of beige paste and tickling him ‘til he opened up to eat it. If he had any ability to hold his stool left, the new diet would take care of it, Becky thought with a grin… and maybe it would make his messy diapers smell less horrid! That night before he was to be put down to sleep, Caleb looked down at the pacifier attached to his pajamas and wanted to pick it up and move it into his mouth. The tingly sensation from his last sucking fit had left… He wondered if that meant he could talk properly again. He gave it a try, and his mother smiled accommodatingly as he babbled to himself. She could still discern the basics of what he was trying to say, but she doubted anyone else could. That connection between mother and son was amplifying in ways she hadn’t expected. Caleb looked up at her as he tried to say his sentence again. “Ah buh took goo!” He said enthusiastically… That still didn’t sound right. “Of course baby you can talk very good!” She cooed patronizingly. Caleb smiled at what he perceived to be encouragement and looked down… Well, if he could still talk ok, it didn’t seem like the pacifier was hurting him… and though he didn’t necessarily need it just now he did want to have it in his mouth, his lips always felt a bit empty without the plastic bulb between them, and he often found his mouth hanging open when the pacifier wasn’t in it, sending drool down his chin. His mother thought that with the lack of oral control he had, and the dislike he had for his baby food, the bibs were getting a lot of use. His speech was getting worse every day, he knew, but what could he do? He looked down at the pacifier again and up at his mother who nodded encouragingly… She still understood him, even if he was talking more babyish and garbled… and in the end, wasn’t she the one who saw to his needs anyhow? If she could understand him, his speech couldn’t be that bad. His mother would look after him and translate his gibbering if need be… Caleb moved to take hold of the ring on the back of the binky and Becky grinned broadly as he slid it into his mouth. He was asleep before long and being carried to his crib. His mother didn’t anticipate too much trouble with his speech training, though as he grew to like the pacifier more she decided she’d need to reduce the amount of medicine on it, and make sure the daycare workers knew he was not to have it in all the time. Just whenever he talked back or when he happened to need it. If he sucked at it once an hour it would be enough to keep his tongue numb and weakened so he wouldn’t be able to speak for some time. Becky hung about for a bit to chat with the manager in charge of the day care. Caleb had now been regressed to the point where confinement was necessary to keep him out of trouble. Previously he had the run of the house, then he wasn’t allowed on the furniture anymore to avoid pee stains from his sometimes leaky trainers, then had come the unfortunate business with the child safety gates, and finally, he could no longer be trusted to stay on an old blanket on the floor, or to not scamper around too fast and fall over. Falling over would be a significant risk with the new medicine, and so it was both for the completion of his therapy and for his own safety that she would keep him confined to the infant walker and the padded play pen. The daycare attendants couldn’t risk having him tumble over, so when he wasn’t being held or exploring in his walker there, he would be in a crib. If he stood up and fussed he got a bottle of formula and soon fell asleep after drinking it. Some of the other boys occasionally tried to talk to him, but they were generally too impatient to figure out his infantile mode of speech, and moved on. Some of the boys looked at him with a sort of morbid curiosity, knowing that they could end up like him and wondering if he liked it. They noticed he seemed to cry often but their queries were answered by the daycare workers. “leave the baby alone, he needs his nap time” they’d scold. Caleb would try to stand up sometimes, to show the other boys that he was still one of them, able to stand, walk around, play with army men… but his attempts at asserting his independence were usually met by the lady watching him talking and helping him to sit back down. He faired little better at home, where his mother would find him toddling around the play pen, his legs bowed by the diaper, and deliver a good swat to his padded bottom and a firm “No, babies do not walk!” He cried often, chafing under these new rules, which he was slowly becoming bound to by his own regressing body. The attendants at least understood his needs for diaper changes, that much he could communicate with a simple motion, but beyond that, his preferences for food and entertainment were often misconstrued, or ignored. He cried often when he failed to communicate with the daycare attendants, or with his mother, when he felt his world slipping away all the more. Crying was the one sure way he could get attention, and though the attention of the women around him often wasn’t his first thought, it often seemed to be enough to make him feel better, since it was often combined with his pacifier being poked into his mouth. He considered the fact that he was no longer required to wear clothes at home to be a small consolation. His mother knew that he couldn’t run around, so on the rare occasion that he did get his diaper off, she had no trouble catching, swatting, and swiftly rediapering her son before any mess could be made. She checked his progress occasionally in the most belittling ways, but Caleb was glad for the opportunity to walk about again. Becky would intermittently take him out of his walker and set him on the floor, then walk away and hold out her arms instructing him to come to mommy. The first few times he wobbled unsurely to her. By the second week of the training he would make it some of the way and fall. Becky would clap enthusiastically regardless of the outcome. Keeping him off his feet and idle was taking its toll on his strength, and soon he gave up walking to her entirely and just crawled. Becky gushed praise to him seemingly without end, and decided to reduce the amount of his medications, which she went to dole out then and there, depositing him in his play pen on the way. Caleb whined when his mother left him, feeling abandoned and helpless in a way he hadn’t experienced since he was 1. He began to wail and barely noticed the door open and Abby and Avery enter. “What’s wrong?” Avery asked, not so used to the sounds of a cranky infant. “Hmmm? Oh that’s just the baby. Don’t mind him, he’s fussing a little because my aunt started him on a new medicine.” Abby said rather carelessly as she and her friend passed by the living room. His mother and cousin were referring to him simply as “the baby” instead of by his name. When his mother’s friends had come over during the previous week they had always asked where the baby was and if he was well. It was as though his identity had been completely trivialized and folded into the soft padded embrace of infancy where no individuality could be possible. He wasn’t Caleb who had had more of the green Lego knights than anyone, or Caleb who thought Digimon really was a lot better than Pokémon, he was a baby like any other, special only through his relation to his mommy. Abby and her friend went to her room and disappeared. Caleb could do little except sit in the play pen and sulk. Perhaps, he thought, if he was good his mommy might settle him in front of the TV to watch some toddler’s shows. They were bland and formulaic even to his young mind, but at least there were colors moving about and something going on to distract him from his infantile state. Or he could do it himself. He had once been allowed to operate the TV, and it wasn’t far away. He tried to stand up and get out of the play pen, but his legs wobbled. He could only stand properly by grabbing the top rail of it. Unfortunately even that didn’t last long, ending with the sound of his mother’s hand on crinkly plastic. “Bad baby! We do not stand up! Babies crawl!” She looked at him with an angry gaze and he whimpered. He gave her no trouble over the dose of medicine she offered, and then began to suck his pacifier furiously. He could have resisted, but by now he saw little point. If he didn’t take the medicine, a suppository would be a worse way of getting it, and he didn’t want to risk making his mother angry as much as he now depended on her. It was better to just go along, especially as by now he knew he didn’t have a choice in the matter. “Abby, I need you to watch the baby for a while, I need to meet with Dr. McTaggert. Caleb peeked out of the play pen where he lay on his tummy trying to get the medicine taste out of his mouth. The conversations of the adults, among whom he now counted his cousin, seemed impenetrable to him, even though he knew exactly what they were saying, there was a barrier there, for he could have no say in it, and therefore why should he worry over it unless it directly involved him. This, of course, did, but not in a particularly interesting way. Abby called back as she hung out of the door of her room. “Me and Avery are going to the mall, I told you about it two days ago remember?” She complained, worried that her and her friend would now be stuck changing poopie diapers instead of talking about shoes and boys, and what would enlarge their butts the most at the food court. “I can give you some extra money if you’ll stay home Tricia, I really don’t want to inconvenience you but I only heard about this today,” Becky said coaxingly. “Avery’s dad is already coming by to give us a ride!” Abby added, giving her denial an air of finality since the plans were endorsed by another parent. “I don’t know where I could find a sitter at this hour, maybe I can take him along..” Becky thought to herself. “You could try out that stroller you were looking at in the baby store.” Abby added with a chuckle as her and Avery got ready to go. “The baby store! Oh of course!” Becky exclaimed. Becky dug in her purse to find a piece of paper with the number of a clerk she had met at the baby store. Tiffany was the girl’s name, and she had been terribly nice and even offered to babysit. Caleb had been in trainers when they had last met, but considering the state of his pants then, Becky didn’t expect Tiffany to wonder much why he was now diapered. It was only twenty minutes before Tiffany arrived with a bright smile, asking where her cute little buddy was. Becky spent a good few minutes talking to her new sitter about boring grown up stuff and then led her over to the play pen. Caleb looked up at her, scarcely remembering her after all he’d been through, but he liked her bubbly demeanor. “Wow, I see potty training didn’t go so well!” Tiffany chuckled, walking over to the play pen. Acting purely on instinct she poked a finger into his diaper, but he didn’t even blink an eyelid, just sucked at his pacifier. “Oh no, unfortunately not, but I like having him in diapers and it fits his state. He doesn’t talk very well anymore, and the doctor says it could be months before he regains his big boy capacities. It really was great of you to come sit on such short notice!” Becky smiled and Tiffany just nodded. “He’s in good hands, go have fun! “Bye bye baby boy!” His mother cooed, kissing him on the forehead. He tried to stand up and cling to her, but Tiffany folded his knees under him to force him to sit down, breaking his unsteady hold on the rail of the play pen. “None of that baby, your mommy says you might fall over and hurt yourself if you run around a lot or try to stand on your own… But don’t worry, we can still have fun!” Caleb was glad to hear this, and spent the next hour crawling around playing various games involving a bright red ball that Tiffany had brought with her. He occasionally tried to suggest rules to her, and she would nod her head appeasingly as he made his infantile attempts to communicate how his version of baseball should be played. Tiffany couldn’t help but be glad how well he’d adjusted to his new place in life. He had been so bashful and self conscious when she first met him, now he scampered around happily in nothing but a diaper, babbling baby talk as he wet or pooped himself. She wasn’t so impressed with the mess he made for her though. “Baby you’re far too big for poopie messes, you should go on the potty.” She scolded as she changed him. Caleb simply began to cry and she knew she had gone too far, cooing and consoling him until he passed into sleep. She was relieved by Becky later in the night without event, but offered to babysit again any time. Becky was sure she’d need the help after Abby headed home. Caleb was now completely trained as a proper infant. The daycare workers would often cart him along into the adults only parts of the building, as he probably didn’t care to understand their grown up talk, and couldn’t repeat it even if he did. On one such day he was being held by one of his caretakers just before nap time. The daycare lady chatted amicably with a nurse as she bounced Caleb on her hip. Caleb suddenly spotted a medicine dropper in the nurse’s hand and at first he was worried it was meant for him and began to squirm, sucking furiously at his pacifier. The pacifier immediately made him feel tingly and warm, and secure. The nurse looked to him kindly and smoothed his hair back. “There, there baby, this isn’t for you. You’re already trained and don’t need as much medicine.” She cooed. Caleb wanted to ask what it was in the dropper, but he could feel his tongue was numb after suckling at his paci and he only gibbered a few vowels that might or might not have had a place in the sentence he had wanted to construct. “This is to help Aiden wet during his nap.” The nurse stated, seeing the question in the boy’s eyes. “He’s the only one of our boys that isn’t a full time bedwetter yet. Isn’t that awful?” She asked, as though it were quite a terrible thing. Caleb remembered Aiden teasing him and could now see why that had happened, because Aiden was the only one who could do so without any hypocrisy. Now it seemed he was a minority. Served him right! Caleb nodded softly to the nurse’s question. The daycare lady brought out the tray of drinks she’d made up and Caleb watched the nurse drop a few drops into one of the cups. Caleb stared at her, drooling slightly as she did this. “It’ll just make him sleep easier and need to wet. We only started him on it this week because his mother wasn’t sure of the treatment but now she’s definitely onboard after all the mean things he’s said to you and some of our other diaper boys. We had them trained to wet at nap time much more easily. And you as well.” The nurse grinned. Caleb remembered her from Dr. McTaggert’s office and began to fuss and squirm at the recollections that brought up. “Are you cranky that all the other boys will be wearing diapers like you soon?” The daycare lady asked, tickling him to try to draw out a smile, and rather misunderstanding the source of his disquiet. But of course when all she had to go by were his whines, gibbering and facial expressions, she could be forgiven for misconstruing such potentially vague signs. “Don’t worry, they’ll all be much happier after they’re diaper trained, and Dr. McTaggert plans to start pilot programs for her therapy in other areas too, won’t that be nice?” She asked, smiling brightly. “I bet you’d like to tell the other boys what’s in the drinks they get before nap time, but you cant, can you baby?” She teased. “Come on, say “no I cant’ for nanny Claire.” She grinned and listened as he popped the pacifier out of his mouth. He wanted to be good for her now, to do as she said, so he gave it a try for her. “Nuhuh-cahh” He managed to get out the sort of words, along with a rivulet of drool that slipped on to his bib. The nurse giggled at his attempt at big boy talk. Caleb was taken out to the main room of the nursery. The other boys always kept their distance from him, seeing in his predicament the depths to which any of them could fall, a fact their mothers made sure to stress when they were misbehaving. Caleb watched Aiden as he was handed his drink by the attendant and he had a moment of conscience, wishing he could tell the bigger boy what was happening. Claire watched him squirm and try to point at Aiden; cup. Aiden gave him a puzzled and disapproving look as he sipped at the drink. “What’s wrong baby is he being mean?” Claire asked innocently as she saw Caleb’s gestures grow more furious. “Stupid baby probably wishes he could drink from a cup too!” The boy said proudly, making a show of drinking out of his more adult vessel. “Go get a bottle baby.” He grinned and went off to play for the remaining time before they all went for their naps. Caleb whimpered and looked up at Claire who just gave him a knowing nod. “Come on baby, you should know better than to try that. Now take your pacifier and let’s put you down for your nap early since you were fussing. Caleb saw her holding the pacifier in front of his lips even as he tried to voice his protests… He knew he’d failed to do anything to prevent the treatment being used on other boys, and he knew that the more he suckled at the pacifier the more regressed his speech would become. Normally he didn’t think of it, but with Claire holding it to him with that smug superior look he couldn’t help but know what it was for, what it symbolized… but right now he wanted the comfort that he was being offered, right now he needed his pacifier. Epilogue Over the next year Caleb slowly earned his big boy privileges back through good behavior and a small bit of begging. He was eventually allowed to toilet train again, though he spent a great deal of time in the training pants before finally graduating to his treasured underwear, though he stayed firmly in diapers at night. His mother of course made sure that the underwear, and his night diapers, always had the cutest possible prints on them for her little boy. He was generally well behaved as well, especially because he knew the punishment for transgressions. No matter how well he did behave he spent a few days out of the year in diapers regardless. He went for check ups with Dr. McTaggert often where she asked if he was being good, and how he was feeling, and so forth, and he would often just talk to her about things that had little baring on his medical status, which she seemed to put up with, if not always enjoy the conversations. The doctor was generally quite busy, working as a consultant for a large company called Lornian, but she always made time to thoroughly look over her first and favorite boy patient. On his visits she’d go about making sure he was pooping often enough (she never did use medical terms with him) and of course ensuring that he would be able to provide a urine sample for her. Caleb had pointed out once or twice that he could pee without her aid, but she always preferred to make sure, so much like the lollipop she placed in his mouth when he left, it was also a tradition that when he entered her office she’d make sure he drank a liquid diuretic syrup washed down with a glass of water. Then, depending partly on the tests she wanted to run, and partly on how she was feeling that day, the doctor would either catheterize him to get her sample without having to wait or fuss, or coax him into peeing in a cup for her while she held both it and his penis, to avoid splashing, of course. Caleb would be diapered after this, the doctor explaining that the diuretic would make it hard to keep from wetting, and that she liked hearing him scamper around in the rustling diapers anyhow. He never did like the catheter as peeing stung a bit after it came out, but diapers, for him, were just a fact of life. The doctor didn’t even ask about his bedwetting, indeed she would have only been concerned if he had showed signs of stopping his nightly habits, which he never did. Something he did do, however infrequently, was get in to mischief. Dr. McTaggert put this down to a chronic condition called “being a boy” and his mother concurred. Most of the time he didn’t mean to, so Becky didn’t get on him too bad. But once in a while, such as the day he came home from his special baby school with an F in science after barely passing with a C minus the previous course, she had to set an example. Caleb knew anything that happened at school would get back to his mother nigh immediately, so he had begged to be given extra credit assignments, make up any work he’d missed, anything. Nothing brought his grade above the needed threshold. His mother patted the couch as soon as he came in and he knew he was in for it as he sat down. “Caleb, I know you tried your best, your teacher told me so… Maybe it’s just not a good subject for you. But we need to help you out, and I told you I was going to have to punish you if you messed up your grades much worse than last semester.” Caleb gave a meek nod and she sighed a bit. “Do you know what mommy has to do?” She asked. Another nod. He was suddenly fascinated by his feet. “I’m not going to make you be an infant because I know you really tried…. But you’re going to have to be a diapered toddler for a day, and then you can wear your trainers while we work out some tutoring for you for the next week or two. Do you think that’s fair?” Becky asked, this time expecting an answer. “Yes mommy…” Caleb said softly, relieved that he would at least still have some of his big boy privileges. Being treated as an infant was the worst punishment he could get and he very almost never incurred it. As a toddler he could at least walk and not have to suck the pacifier, and eat normal food… all good things. “Ok then. Go get the changing table set up.” Becky said softly, sending him on his way with a swat on his bottom. Caleb hated this part worst of all and lamented at his task as he walked out of the living room past the play pen his mother kept there as an ever present threat for misbehavior (he told his friends it was because she sometimes babysat, but they all knew, since they endured such treatment at times as well). For the rest of his punishment his mom would handle getting his diapers on, and sometimes his trainers, and of course she’d clean him up for a while, but the first time he was diapered at the start of the punishment he always had to get things set up so he’d know what was coming. Caleb walked to his room and opened the drawer that he only ever opened once in a blue moon, when he deserved what was inside. He took out an arm full of things and then cleared off his dresser of batman throw blanket he had over it, revealing the railings and pad. He put the baby powder and Vaseline up, as well as the oil and baby wipes. Everything was in its place in the drawer, and his mother expected it to be in its place on the changing table. He groaned as he set the thermometer down, more toward the rear, hoping it would be missed. He set out the diaper rash cream as well, he might need it. Caleb didn’t ever try to hold his messes when he was diapered, he knew too well that his mother was capable of making sure he used the diapers properly, and it would only make her mad if she had to. Oh, and there were the diapers… He checked once to make sure everything was organized, and then went back to the chest of drawers. He slipped the crinkly white thing off of the top of the stack that had been beside the baby wipes, the shorter stack, not the thick one meant for night time. He whimpered as he saw it and shuffled his feet, wishing she’d just let him go straight to the dinosaur print training pants that were so easily within his reach. Even the thin diapers were so much thicker! As he walked over to set up the last part of his punishment and unfolded the diaper, Caleb caught the distinctive soft, plastic and sweet smell of it and for a moment he couldn’t help but smile, something about it was just comforting. His mother watched from the door way, proud of how quickly he’d done as he was told. He turned to look at her with a slight pout and she couldn’t help but kiss it away from his face even as she lifted him to sit him on the changing table, remarking on how big her little boy was getting