Baby Bailey Bruhn – Chapter Three
“Get changed,” said Bailey’s mom as soon as Bailey had opened the last present. Bailey wanted to protest, but knew that if she did, her mom would likely extend the punishment or else make it worse somehow. She grabbed the Mama’s Girl Onesie and made to take it upstairs, “Think again, honey. Right here,” her mom commanded. Bailey scowled but relented. Her mom at least did her the courtesy of turning around while she changed, but told her that would be a onetime thing.
Bailey felt distinctly baby-ish in the onesie, though she supposed that was the point. No sooner had she finished changing, when Berkley came downstairs. She giggled, with her hands covering her mouth. Her eyes were staring, as if to lock this memory in her mind forever. Bailey hung her head in shame. This was not how she’d imagined her eighteenth birthday party at all.
As soon as Berkley stopped laughing, she looked Bailey in the eyes and said, “I’ll be right back, I need to go use the bathroom,” and ran upstairs. Bailey didn’t even want to follow her up the stairs with her eyes. All she wanted to do was go back to sleep, and wake up to find this was all a dream. Then again, if this was a dream, what was her subconscious trying to tell her?
Bailey was told to take the rest of her presents upstairs to her room, with the exception of the changing table, which would be scooted into the corner of the living room. She did this without question; perhaps if she showed how responsible and well-behaved she could be, even while humiliated, her mom would shorten her punishment.
Bailey set all of her new things on her bed and began to open up their packaging. She picked up one of the pacifiers and eyeballed it unenthusiastically. Then, more out of curiosity than anything, she put the rubber end-piece into her mouth and began to suck on it rhythmically. The sensation was not a bad one, but it was strange. She supposed it would have been enjoyable if she had no teeth. Clearly, her mom bought them for her to use, and not to leave lying around or shoved in a drawer somewhere.
She put the blanket on her bed, though it didn’t match the rest of her covers. It was a lot softer and yellow, while the rest of her sheets and pillow cases were a dark blue. The blanket was, however, very soft and fairly thick. She thought she might enjoy it in the upcoming fall and winter, even if she did get out of her baby-punishment by then.
She set her bottles and extra pacifiers, as well as her rattle on her nightstand, her booties by the door, her extra onesie in her dresser, and flung all of the stuffed animals onto her bed. Lastly, she put away the special diapers, tucking them away in her regular diaper drawer, off to the side.
When she was finished, she sat down on her bed and sighed, the pacifier still in her mouth. She felt her bladder release itself again, without ever trying to hold it in. She might as well get used to that idea, anyways. She’d been wetting herself for quite a while now, but she always hoped her body would get stronger and she’d be able to get out of diapers. She’d finally resigned herself to the fact that she’d always have to rely on them, as her bladder control had actually gotten worse since it started, rather than better.
A few minutes later, there was a knock on her door.
“Come in,” she groaned. And to her annoyance, it was Berkley that opened the door.
“Come to gloat, have you?” Bailey asked, not looking at her little sister. Strangely, Berkley didn’t immediately reply.
Berkley had paused for a moment before replying, “Not quite.” Bailey finally looked over at her sister, who was now standing fairly close.
“I came to see if you needed changed. Mom wanted to teach me how to change your diaper,” she added in a smug tone, edged with what Bailey could have sworn sounded like jealousy.
Bailey shifted uncomfortably on her bed. She had just wet herself and would need changing before too long. She never enjoyed sitting in a used diaper longer than she needed to. After a few minutes, the diaper started to cool down, and if she needed to move around a bit, the added bulk got annoying fast. She didn’t want to admit it to her sister, but she knew there was no other option.
As soon as Bailey had grabbed a fresh diaper, Berkley snapped to attention, saying, “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 went red again, she hadn’t even thought of that. Obviously, her mom was going to be one step ahead of her.
“Right,” she said, though in her mind she was thinking how cruel of a punishment this was for one single accident. When she’d had her first wetting accident, her mom had seemed so understanding. Perhaps that was only because she could sympathize, having wet herself so often. This was different though, something her mom could never understand, since she had never, to Bailey’s knowledge, pooped herself.
Bailey scooped up the majority of her diaper supply, which consisted of nearly a hundred diapers, not including her special, “Baby Girl” diapers. Berkley grabbed the last of them, and headed downstairs. Berkley took a bit longer to maneuver downstairs, despite having less than half the diapers in her arms than Bailey did. They then stacked the diapers neatly inside the open cupboard of the changing station. Her mom then grabbed one of the “Baby Girl” diapers from the stack, shut the door, and using the same key as for the bathroom, locked it tight.
“Up here, honey,” her mom said, patting the changing table. Bailey climbed up casually, and her mom cooed, “Such a good girl! Now, let’s get that onesie off and see if Baby Bailey needs changed.”
Bailey felt so much blood rush to her face, it was a wonder she didn’t pass out. Her mom was actually treating her like a baby, as well as making her dress like one! Regardless of how she felt, she laid still as her mom removed her onesie, leaving her lying there in a t-shirt and diaper.
Berkley shouted, “Oh look, Mom, she’s soaked!” Bailey thought she sounded a bit too excited about this. She wasn’t sure what was up with her sister, but she didn’t think letting her little sister change her was such a good idea. Imagine what she might tell her friends. Her friends obviously already knew she was in diapers, heck, her entire school knew!
Bailey’s heart seemed to skip a beat when she felt her mom plunge a finger through the leg hole of her diaper, as if to check for wetness.
“This is how you see how wet she is,” she began, looking over at Berkley. Sometimes the diaper will look wetter than it really is. If she’d just a little wet, it’s usually safe to hold off changing her. If she’s soaked, and this time she really is, then you need to change her. Her mom undid the tapes holding her diaper together.
She turned away from Berkley as she felt her mom open the diaper, exposing her personal area to her sister. No sooner had her mom slid the wet diaper out from under her, than she felt a fresh one being slid beneath her.
“You always want to do that part quickly, in case she starts to pee again before you can finish. This way, you can pull up the front,” her mom explained, demonstrating as she did.
Her mom lowered the diaper again and she felt a cold, moist something being dragged through her cleft, and a sickly shudder ran down her spine. Obviously, her mom was putting those baby wipes to use.
“Be sure to give her a good wipe-down, especially if she’s messy, so she doesn’t get a rash,” her mom continued, before grabbing the large white bottle nearby. She held it upside down and gave it a couple of quick shakes. White powder poured copiously into the seat of her diaper. This was something new and yet not unpleasant, as Bailey didn’t usually powder herself but liked the smell. Her mom finally pulled the diaper back in place and taped it shut.
“And that,” she began, “Is how you’ll be changing your baby sister. Next time, I’ll let you do it, so you can get some practice.”
This was too much, diapered though she may be; she was not a baby and wouldn’t stand to be called Berkley’s baby SISTER, when just a few years back she had been Berkley’s baby SITTER! “Mom, I’m NOT a baby!” she screamed, jumping off the table. She was suddenly quite aware that she looked very much like a baby.
“I didn’t choose this, you made me wear this stuff! I only need diapers to pee, not to poop, and I certainly do not need pacifiers or bottles or onesies!”
Her mom remained silent throughout Bailey’s tirade, but smiled broadly as soon as she’d gone quiet again.
“Babies don’t choose to wear diapers, Honey. Babies go wee-wee and do poo-poos in their diapers because they need to,” her mom said, and poked Bailey lightly on the nose, and completely ignoring the rest of Bailey’s complaints. Bailey, still extremely embarrassed, went back upstairs, wanting nothing more than some peace and quiet, and perhaps to watch a little TV.
A few hours later, Beth called her daughters down for dinner. Bailey arrived downstairs over two minutes before Berkley. When Berkley did arrive, Bailey turned and asked, not even bothering to keep the jealousy out of her voice, “Let me guess, you were using the bathroom?”
Berkley didn’t say anything, but blushed a little. Bailey was sure of it; Berkley had definitely blushed this time. Why, though? She couldn’t think of why her little sister should be embarrassed about being able to use the bathroom. Heck, Berkley had never even had an accident and never hesitated to hold that over her head. Bailey on the other hand, had a couple when growing up, having once wet herself at the grocery store when she was five and pooped her pants at an amusement park when she was seven, after standing in line for an hour, and had lost it at the top of the first hill, despite it being the smallest roller coaster in the park. Both accidents had been minor though. She’d only let out a trickle when she’d wet herself before she got to the bathroom, and had only let out a potato-wedge sized piece of poop when she’d messed herself.
Just as she began filling her plate, Bailey was dismayed to feel the familiar pressure in her abdomen that meant she’d have to poop soon. She usually only ever pooped once a day, but when she did, it was usually a big load and usually came on strong. She knew she had forty five minutes, maybe an hour tops before she’d have to use her diapers in the most embarrassing way possible.
Dinner went on for another forty minutes, by which point she was getting rather desperate. Evidently her mom and sister hadn’t noticed, despite how often she was shifting her weight. Finally, she tried to just push it out, but found this impossible to do while sitting, even though standing would draw attention to it. She was practically bouncing in her chair, but her mom and Berkley never said a word.
Her mom and Berkley both got up to rinse off their plates in the kitchen, and while they were gone, Bailey attempted to stand, so she might at least avoid the embarrassment of having them watch as she pooped herself. No sooner had she gotten to her feet, however, than Berkley slipped back into the room. Bailey tried to walk casually back upstairs, but the pressure was too much. She felt her sphincter relax a bit as she took the first of many steps that would bring her some place private. There was no way she could make it, and she knew it.
Blushing, and fully aware that Berkley was looking, she bent her knees. There was no need for her to push, her body did it for her. Bailey began to fill her diaper for the first time since the accident that got her the baby treatment. She felt the weight in her diaper grow and felt it sag and bulge.
Bailey, trying her hardest not to cry, tried not to look at Berkley. Suddenly, she felt somebody grab her hand and looked up. It was Berkley, and she was leading Bailey over to the changing table.
“Berkley, no, you’re not supposed to unless mom is gone,” Bailey moaned, feeling the weight shifting in her diaper.
“Mom said I got to change you the next time,” Berkley argued. This was true, but Bailey didn’t want her sister to change her messy diaper. She didn’t even want Berkley to change her wet diapers. Heck, she didn’t even want Berkley in the same room as her when she was changing herself.
Bailey gave a tremendous sigh and let Berkley lead her to the living room. She hopped up on the table, trying to avoid sitting in the mess, but failing terribly. She felt it spread against her skin, and thought for a second that it was like sitting in a pile of mashed potatoes.
Berkley helped her out of her onesie and without hesitation, undid the tapes and pulled the diaper open.
“Oh, looks like you made quite a mess, huh? We’re going to need a lot of wipes to get baby clean this time,” Berkley cooed. Bailey felt a surge of shame and anger, and was tempted to strike at Berkley, but decided not to. Getting into a fist fight while covered in your own poop is probably a bad idea.
Berkley got out a fresh diaper and the container of wipes. She slid the messy diaper out from under Bailey and held her legs up, seemingly with tremendous difficulty, and began wiping off Bailey’s backside. Bailey blushed a little, being very self-conscious about her body, and not wanting anyone touching her personal areas but herself. It seemed to take Berkley forever just to clean her butt off. Berkley let Bailey’s legs down, grabbed another wipe and ran it briskly through her cleft. The same, unpleasant shiver ran down her spine. Berkley then placed a fresh diaper beneath her sister, grabbed the baby powder and applied just as much powder as their mom had, before taping the diaper shut.
“Thanks,” said Bailey, who had to admit that Berkley had been more professional about it than she would have otherwise thought. In fact, she felt less embarrassed after Berkley had changed her than when her mom had changed her.
“Anytime, sis,” Berkley replied, visibly blushing. There was an awkward silence, as the two of them seemed to be in deep thought. She turned abruptly and left the room, and Bailey thought she caught a glimpse of something white, when her sister’s shirt had fluttered briefly.
Bailey climbed off the table, still unsure of what she had seen. She was worn out, however, from all the emotional issues she’d gone through that day, and headed upstairs. Perhaps now she’d be able to watch some TV, or perhaps play some video games.
The End of Baby Bailey Bruhn – Chapter Three.
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