Baby Bailey Bruhn – Chapter One
Bailey’s mother Beth suffered from minor urinary incontinence ever since she’d given birth to Berkley, and complications had arisen. The family had never considered it an issue, as the two girls had grown up knowing their mother’s condition. About the time Bailey had started high school, however, she developed diurnal enuresis. This is to say that she wet herself occasionally during the day.
After the first accident when Bailey had been only sixteen years old, she’d told her mother that it was a one-off incident, a total fluke and that it wouldn’t happen again. Just two weeks later, however, she’d come home from school with a glistening patch about the size of a tea saucer between the legs of her jeans. Her mother had scolded her severely for this, but had Bailey change out of her clothes before her sister got home from school a few minutes later.
Bailey had tried to explain to her mother that she hadn’t wet herself on purpose. She’d been halfway home on the walk from school when she’d been struck with a sudden urge to pee. She’d walked faster, but her bladder seemed to fill faster than she could walk, and soon enough she’d been spurting in second-long bursts. Even as she tried to explain to her mom that she still needed to pee terribly, her mom had said in harsh tones that if she felt like wetting herself, she might as well finish the job. She of course, didn’t expect her daughter to actually do it, but that is exactly what happened. Bailey’s mother watched in complete disbelief as the glistening patch began to spread at an alarming rate, all the way down to her socks and forming a puddle on the patio.
Over the next several weeks, Bailey had no fewer than ten more accidents. They were mostly minor ones, but every so often, Bailey would completely drench her jeans. Beth, who had always done her daughters’ laundry for them, made up her mind to teach Bailey how to do her own laundry. It wasn’t as though Bailey’s accidents were frequent enough that she needed to constantly change her clothes, so she wasn’t making much more of a workload for her mother than usual, but Beth couldn’t bear to clean her daughter’s urine soaked clothes in addition to changing her own protective underwear. It seemed to Beth that Bailey had much more serious accidents than even she did, and she herself had been incontinent for Fifteen years.
Beth, having put it off for what she now realized was far too long, finally broke down and took Bailey to the doctor’s office. The doctor made the diagnosis of diurnal enuresis, caused by a combination of stress and urgency. He’d also mentioned something about how the muscles that allowed her to hold in her pee didn’t close tightly enough, so it didn’t entirely stop the flow of her urine, and resulted in unintended releases. He questioned whether she’d been having nighttime accidents as well, but she shook her head. That was one thing she’d been thankful for; despite all of her daytime wettings, she hadn’t wet the bed in living memory. At the end of the appointment, the doctor told them there was little he could do that would guarantee a fix, but that they should try to keep Bailey on a regular bathroom schedule.
Months passed and though Bailey’s number of accidents had been reduced greatly, it was taking a toll. In order for her to virtually guarantee she’d make it through a day dry, she’d have to go to the bathroom as soon as she woke up, and try for a few minutes after every hour she was awake. More often than not, she’d sit on the toilet for five minutes and nothing would come out, and when it did, it was usually only a trickle. It was only when the urge hit that her bladder completely emptied, and that urge very rarely happened during a bathroom trip. It was as if her body would wait until her bladder was full to bursting before sending the message up to her brain.
A year after her doctor’s visit, Bailey woke up for school, only to remember that it was a Saturday. She dozed off for a couple more hours and when she awoke, it was to her mom standing over her.
“I’ve got something for you,” her mother said, pulling a large, plastic-wrapped package from behind her back. The package was light purple in color, with a prominent purple zigzag line taking up most of the front of the package, barely obscured by a white square with what appeared to be the brand name. Her eyes were blurry with sleep, but she could still make out the words, “Super-Plus” and “Medium.”
It took Bailey all of two seconds to register what it was her mom was handing her. She had in fact, seen her mom receive a package in the mail, typically wrapped in un-assuming blank paper, twice a month for as long as she could remember. She knew what they were, but she couldn’t understand why her mom was handing them to her. She didn’t need them, they were for her mother. She was not incontinent; she had just had a few accidents here and there. Accidents happen, that’s what her mom had always told her. But her mom just stood there, and what was more, she was smiling. Surely this was a joke. At first she thought it must be April fool’s Day, but then she remembered it was the middle of October.
When Bailey made no sign of taking the package willingly, Beth pressed it into her daughter’s lap.
“It’s not a punishment, honey. You haven’t done anything wrong. I’ve been thinking it over for months now, and I think this is the best solution,” she said, the smile still etched on her face.
“They’re really comfortable, just give them a try, and if you’re not happy when the package is gone, or if you can get through the next two weeks without an accident, you can stop wearing them, I promise.”
“Mom,” Bailey began, in a tone she normally used when explaining something simple to one of her less intelligent friends, “I’m almost eighteen, I have school, I have friends. I can’t be seen wearing these things, what will people think?”
Beth beamed at her for a minute without saying anything, obviously considering her daughter’s arguments.
“Look, Bailey. Can you tell if I’m wearing one right now?” she asked, holding her arms out from her sides.
Bailey eyed her mom scrupulously, only to realize that she couldn’t tell if her mom was wearing an adult diaper. There was a slight bulge, yes, but that could easily have been a crease in the fabric. She knew her mom was wearing one, she always did, but she also knew nobody had ever asked my mom if she was wearing one.
“What about Berkley? I can’t exactly stake my reputation on her ability to keep this a secret? I mean, you have to remember that time I accidentally wet myself at the mall and when she brought me a change of pants, she shouted the whole way back to the car about how she couldn’t believe I’d wet myself again. Everyone in the mall must have heard her!” Bailey argued, crossing her arms tightly.
Bailey’s mother smiled again, “Which do you think is more embarrassing? Wetting your pants and having everyone stare, or discreetly wetting a diaper that nobody will ever see. Berkley doesn’t even have to know. You can change yourself when and where you need it, you can keep it a secret from your friends and fellow students, and if you run out, I always have plenty handy. Heck, my order comes more frequently than I use them, so I have plenty extras.” She patted the package that lay untouched in Bailey’s lap.
“This is just one of my extras, it just arrived today.”
Bailey looked down at the package and back up at her mom. Her face was beet red, but all she said was, “I guess you’re right,” before she tore open the package and pulled one of the light purple briefs out. She stood up quickly and swore under her breath as a stream of hot liquid began pouring down her legs. She buried her face in her hands, and though she tried desperately to stop the flow, the carpet under her feet was saturated, as were her pajama bottoms and several objects on the floor nearby the bed.
Beth got up and walked out of the room, muttering something about paper towels, and allowing Bailey time to change. Bailey stripped off her wet pajamas and used the dry parts to wipe herself off. She then unfolded the diaper, laid it down and pulled the font of the diaper up between her legs, frowning to herself and thinking how she’d hoped to be a grandmother by the time she needed diapers again. It took her a minute to get all the straps just right, and when she’d done this, she couldn’t even bear to look at herself in the mirror, or even to look down. She was already unhappy, and she hadn’t even used the diaper, merely put it on.
By the time her mother got back with a roll of paper towels in hand, Bailey was zipping up her jeans, which she realized revealed a significantly larger bulge than the pants her mom wore. The bulge was much more pronounced, but she was sure nobody would be able to tell, unless they stared at her crotch for too long, which she hoped was something that nobody ever did.
Beth looked her daughter over and decided that her daughter’s jeans were just a little too tight, and that a size bigger might be better. Bailey of course, did not object, as she was eager to reduce the odds of discovery, not to mention it had been quite some time since she’d last gone shopping.
On the way out the door, the two of them passed up Berkley, who still seemed to be teetering on the border of sleep. Somehow, though, she had managed to find her way downstairs and had miraculously poured a bowl of cereal and milk without making a mess. Neither of them said anything to her as they headed out the door, or she’d ask questions.
When they got back a little more than an hour later, Bailey had managed to procure half a dozen new pairs of jeans. She took them upstairs to her room, and only then did she notice that her new package of diapers was still lying on her bed, opened. Berkley slept in the room just past hers. There was a good chance she’d have seen it. If Berkley had found out, surely all of her friends would soon know and then the whole school. The rest of the day passed and neither Berkley nor Bailey ever brought up the subject of diapers. When Bailey spoke to her friends over the phone, none of them mentioned anything strange.
By Monday morning, Bailey had convinced herself almost entirely that Berkley must have seriously not seen her diaper supply. When she got up for school, she sped down the hall to use the restroom, brush her teeth, wash her face and brush her hair. It was only when she grabbed the handle that she noticed something odd, the door was locked. The bathroom door had never been locked in their house, even before she’d begun wetting herself frequently. The fact that the door was closed did not bode well.
Bailey had already woken up with an exceptionally full bladder. She did this almost every day, and it seemed to be getting worse all the time. Today, she’d almost leapt out of bed because she’d needed to go so badly. She’d made every effort and taken extra precautions for the past two days so she wouldn’t have to wet her diapers. There had already been several close calls and even one minor spurt, which she forgot about after a few minutes, as the diapers had absorbed the wetness so well that she felt dry.
Today was different, however. Today, her bladder was screaming for release and the bathroom door was locked. She hammered on it, but nobody answered. She began shifting restlessly from foot to foot. Every few seconds she would hammer on the door, begging to be let in.
“Berkley? Are you in there? I have to go! I really have to go!” Bailey shouted, one hand pressed firmly between her thighs, cupping her padded crotch uselessly. Still nobody answered the door. Bailey heard a muffled hissing noise and felt sudden warmth spreading between her legs. Simultaneously, the pressure on her bladder lessened and disappeared. She nearly dissolved into tears, knowing that she had been so close to the bathroom and hadn’t been able to hold it.
She didn’t cry though, as she realized her pants were still dry. The diapers hadn’t leaked at all, but had absorbed every last drop of urine she could expel. Admitted, the diaper was now swollen to over twice its initial thickness, but that wouldn’t be noticeable in her new, baggy jeans.
No sooner had she turned to go back to her room to change, than she heard a small click. Whoever was in the bathroom had now unlocked the door. She turned and of course, as she’d expected, saw Berkley there. She had a falsely meek smile on her face, as if she was only pretending she was sorry for taking so long.
Bailey nearly slammed her door before she changed. She gave a small thought to putting on one of her regular pairs of cloth panties, but remembering the bulkiness between her legs, she opted for a diaper instead. Besides, she’d promised her mom that she would give them a shot. She then slipped on a pair of her new, extra-baggy jeans and was pleased to see no sign of a bulge.
Bailey wore her diapers to class every day for the next two weeks. The first week, she wet herself once in class and three times on the way home from school, and only remained dry one day that week. The second week, however, she wet herself every day in class, as well as twice on the way home from school. Not all of these were major wettings, but on the days she’d wet in class and on the way home, her diaper had expanded so much that she waddled the rest of the way home.
When the package of diapers had run out, Bailey and her mother sat down in Bailey’s room to have a talk. This talk was brief and very too the point. Bailey expressed no interest whatsoever in returning to wearing regular underwear. So far as she could tell, her accidents were getting more frequent. Whether this was as a result of her body becoming less able to hold in her urine, or because she tried less, knowing there would be no real downside to wetting herself, she didn’t know.
The subject was then decided; Beth would begin to order Bailey her own packages of diapers, and she would wear them every day. Seeing no problem with this, Bailey emptied out her own underwear drawer and filled it with nearly twenty fresh briefs. She put her old underwear in a much smaller drawer, as they needed less room.
Bailey got the distinct impression that Berkley knew something was up, because nowadays, she no longer asked Bailey if she needed to go to the bathroom before getting in the shower or going in there herself. If Berkley did know, however, she had given no confirmation.
It was another few weeks before Bailey confirmed that Berkley knew of her diapers. Evidently, their mom had let it slip one Saturday morning when Bailey was sleeping in. Berkley had evidently promised not to make Bailey feel uncomfortable about her diapers, and surprisingly, she’d kept to her word.
The End of Baby Bailey Bruhn – Chapter One.
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