Baby Bailey Bruhn – Chapter Four – Through Berkley’s Eyes
Berkley stood outside of her sister’s room just minutes after Bailey had taken her diapers and baby things upstairs. She took a deep breath and knocked.
“Come in,” she heard her sister groan. She opened the door and looked across the room at her sister.
“Come to gloat, have you?” Bailey asked, averting her eyes.
Berkley paused, her heart beating quickly, but her face remained cool and collected, “Not quite,” she replied a moment later, hoping her sister hadn’t noticed her hesitation. She took a few steps closer, hoping to get a better drawer, which still lay open, their cargo of diapers still exposed.
She’d just taken her eyes off the drawer when she saw Bailey look over at her.
“I came to see if you needed changed. Mom wanted to teach me how to change your diaper,” she said nervously, perhaps putting a little too much emphasis on the word, “your.”
She saw her sister shift uncomfortably. Was she wet? Berkley couldn’t tell, but it wouldn’t be the first time. She’d watched jealously every time her mom had brought a new package of diapers up to Bailey’s room. It was a moment before she realized Bailey had already made to grab a fresh diaper from the drawer.
“Oh! That reminds me; mom wanted you to bring all your diapers downstairs, so we can keep them in the cupboard below the changing table. She thinks you might try changing yourself if you keep them in your room.”
Bailey muttered, “Right,” and grabbed almost three-quarters of the diapers out of the drawer, before heading out the door and downstairs. Berkley didn’t hesitate, as soon as she heard her sister’s feet hit the tile floor at the bottom of the stairs, she grabbed a single diaper from the pile and ran back to her room where she stuffed it in her pillow case before heading back to Bailey’s room to bring the rest of the diapers downstairs.
Once downstairs, Berkley watched with interest as her mom explained the proper way to change a diaper. This wasn’t particularly necessary, as she’d read enough stories online to know how to do it.
“Oh, look, Mom! She’s soaked!” she shouted, as her sister’s slightly yellow diaper was exposed. Her mom went through the motions, explaining the various details of diaper changing, though Berkley knew them all. She inhaled deeply as the room filled with the smell of baby powder.
Berkley didn’t stick around for the entire argument between Bailey and their mom that followed. Instead, she slipped back upstairs and locked the door to her room. She reached one hand into her pillowcase and felt the diaper she’d snuck away from Bailey’s supply. Even though she’d longed to be back in diapers since she was nine, and a friend had shown her some funny pictures on the internet, this was the first one she’d ever had in her possession.
She wasted no time in kicking off her own jeans, while her mom and sister bickered back and forth downstairs. She stripped off her underwear and unfolded the diaper on her bed. Shaking with excitement, she laid herself down on top of the diaper and pulled the front up between her legs. She’d stood up and walked around the room. She never imagined that the diaper would feel so bulky. This was a good thing, she thought; it made it more real to her. It took her a few minutes to stop waddling. She imagined after the diapers were wet, her heart skipped a beat at the thought of wet diapers, it would be impossible not to waddle in these.
Berkley listened intently as her sister stormed up the stairs and slammed her door. She could just hear the lock click into place. She pulled her jeans back on, hoping the diaper wouldn’t be too noticeable beneath her jeans. It was hard to walk properly with both jeans and a diaper on. She pulled up at the waistband of the diaper, so as to pull the rest of the diaper closer to her skin and make it slightly easier to walk. This worked, but it left the brim of the diaper poking absurdly out of the top of her jeans.
She struggled to find some other way of keeping the diaper on, but being able to walk properly, but was unable. She simply changed her shirt to one that was slightly baggier, which covered the exposed brim and looked at herself in the mirror. Even she couldn’t tell she was wearing a diaper.
A few hours passed, and though she’d felt the need to pee, Berkley resisted. Instead, she went down the hall, unlocked the bathroom door, and done her business on the toilet, somewhat disappointedly. She heard her mother call them down for supper and listened as her sister’s footsteps passed by. She taped the diaper in place again before pulling her jeans back up. It took her a minute or so to get things just right, so that she didn’t waddle, and when she’d finished up, she went downstairs.
“Let me guess, you were using the bathroom?” she heard Bailey ask sarcastically as she went to sit down. She felt herself blush a little, but hoped Bailey didn’t notice. She thought, suddenly, of all the accidents she’d watched her sister have. In particular, she remembered the ones where they were little kids. Her earliest memory, for example, was of Bailey wetting herself in the grocery story. She guessed she must have been four, almost five by then. Then, a couple of years later, she’d been sitting with her mom when her sister had gotten off a ride at an amusement park, and announced that she needed to go to the bathroom, trying to hide that she had already gone.
Then, there were all the times in the past few years where she’d watched her sister wet herself, and how she’d longed for the same treatment. Diapers were simple, diapers were safe, diapers made her sister special. She’d always hoped that one day she’d wake up and find that she’d wet her bed, and that her mom would in turn offer her diapers, just as she had Bailey. She’d even tried forcing herself to wet the bed a couple of years ago, but couldn’t bring herself to do it. There were any number of plots and schemes she’d come up with to get diapered, but had put absolutely none of them into effect.
As supper went by, with little to no conversation, she noticed Bailey starting to squirm. At first, she just thought her sister needed to pee, but the squirming continued for quite a while. As she very well knew, Bailey was incapable of holding her pee for this long.
“Does she need to poop?” Berkley thought to herself. She didn’t stare at Bailey, as her mom had asked her not to embarrass her sister, but she could hardly help it. If wet diapers excited Berkley, then messy diapers made her ecstatic. To think that her sister, her role-model, was about to mess herself was just about the most exciting thing she could imagine, unless it was her that was messing herself.
Her mom and her got up at the same time to go rinse their plates off. Once they were in the kitchen, however, her mom took the plate from her and told her to check on Bailey. She went back around the corner into the dining room just in time to see Bailey look up at her with watery eyes and bend her knees. There was an indistinct sound, kind of a gurgling crackle, and a moment later the air was filled with the undeniable scent of a messy diaper.
She saw Bailey look down in shame, and before she knew what she was doing, she had taken hold of her sister’s hand and was pulling her towards the living room, towards the changing table.
“Berkley, no, you’re not supposed to unless mom is gone,” Bailey protested. She seemed to wince with every step she took, as if walking was the last thing she wanted to do.
“Mom said I got to change you the next time,” Berkley argued, hoping she didn’t sound too eager. She was in fact, incredibly eager to change her sister’s diaper. She’d read an infinite number of stories online of people who wet themselves, sometimes on purpose, sometimes on accident, and eventually had a messing accident. She’d always hoped her sister would eventually mess herself, but had, until a couple of weeks ago, been denied this exciting event.
When her sister had begun pounding on the door, begging to be allowed to poop, she’d wondered if she should just leave her sister waiting. Even though she’d decided to let her sister in, she’d apparently waited too long to decide, and her sister had messed herself anyways. Berkley had never intended for her sister’s reputation in school to be flushed down the crapper as it had been. She admired her sister, and wanted more than anything to be put in diapers too, if only to show her sister how much she adored her.
Bailey finally stopped resisting and sat up on the changing table. She’d obviously wanted to avoid putting all her weight on the mound in her diaper, but had been unsuccessful. She lay down quietly as Berkley helped her out of her onesie. Immediately, Berkley undid the tapes, and without hesitation, opened the diaper. The smell wasn’t entirely unpleasant to her, though it was distinctly more potent than the smell of her own poop, or maybe it just seemed so, because she was used to the smell of her own.
She quickly, but carefully, wiped down her sister, and even ran a wipe along her sister’s cleft, though clearly neither she nor Bailey enjoyed this maneuver. She then placed another diaper, this time a plain white one, beneath her sister’s butt, shook the bottle of baby powder a few times over the opened diaper and taped it in place.
“Thanks,” Bailey had said. Clearly she had no idea that Berkley wasn’t doing this because their mom had asked her to.
“Anytime, sis,” she replied, hoping to convey at least some sense of understanding to her sister. She knew Bailey resented her and thought she was only doing this to embarrass her, but that was simply not so. She turned quickly, perhaps a bit too quickly, as her shirt had fluttered a bit, and went back upstairs to her room.
Her heart pounded quickly, both from excitement at having just changed her sister for the first time ever, and embarrassment at the prospect that her sister might have just seen what she was wearing. What would she do if her sister found out she’d taken one of her diapers? How would she explain herself? She didn’t need diapers like Bailey or their mom; she had no reason to be wearing one except for her own feelings of security and self-satisfaction.
Berkley heard her sister coming up the stairs a minute later and wondered if she was going to come talk to her. Her heard beat loudly in her chest as she heard Bailey’s footsteps come up the stairs and start down the hall. Luckily, her sister seemed not to have noticed, as her footsteps turned aside into her own room.
Bailey sighed with relief as she locked her door and turned on her computer, where she began, once again, browsing the sites that she had kept secret from her mom and sister for years. She browsed the countless stories and re-read some of her old favorites before turning off her computer several hours later, laying down, and falling asleep with her diaper still on.
The End of Baby Bailey Bruhn – Chapter Four.
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