Baby Bailey Bruhn – Chapter Two
“Why do you still wear them?” Berkley asked Bailey one day as they both got ready for school. It was an unusual question, but Bailey had long since gotten over the initial embarrassment of having her younger sister know she still wore diapers at almost eighteen years old.
“I…” began Bailey, taken aback by the question, which had seemingly come out of the air, “I need them, Berkley. You know what happens if I don’t. I end up wetting myself.”
“You wet yourself anyways, the diapers don’t stop that. The diapers just make sure nobody can tell, do you like wearing them or something?” Berkley argued.
“I need them. Be glad that you don’t. Think about it, why would anyone want to wear a diaper? They’re disgusting, they’re unsanitary, and they’re embarrassing. I’ll be eighteen soon, and I’ll still be in diapers. I’ll probably have to wear them for the rest of my life, Berkley,” Bailey replied, a slight edge to her voice.
The two of them didn’t say another word to each other the whole way to school. When they arrived, and split off to go to their separate homerooms, Berkley almost shouted, “Remember to call mom if you need to be changed, Bailey!”
Bailey’s face went scarlet. Quite a few people were now staring and a couple of them seemed to be scouting for a bulge under her jeans. One of them may have found one, but she didn’t stick around to find out. She ran down the hall and took her seat in homeroom, her face still beet red.
Once again, by the end of the day, Bailey was wearing a thoroughly soggy diaper. She’d wet herself sometime around fifth period, with a little more than two hours left to go before the end of the school day. One of the people who’d been eyeballing her padded crotch in the morning sat beside her in her fifth period class and had looked over at her when a loud hissing noise erupted from her diaper as she began to wet herself.
After class, the boy who’d been watching her intently tried to stop her in the hall and she just pretended not to hear him. In her soggy diaper, it was difficult to maneuver through the clusters of students who lined the hallways as they talked to their friends, but she finally managed to shake the boy off.
The walk home seemed to take a lot longer than usual today. Around the middle of sixth period, she’d begun to feel the urge to use the bathroom again. This time, however, it was not her bladder that was aching, but her bowels. She managed, with little difficulty to make it to the end of class. With nothing to change into, she couldn’t very well remove her soggy diaper and go to the bathroom before seventh, in case she needed to pee later. She’d come to rely solely on her diapers for peeing, but now she needed to poop, and that was something she simply would not do in her diapers.
She made it through seventh, but now the need was urgent. It was a thirty minute walk home, but she thought that with some luck, she might make it. She’d never had any problems holding her poop in, and that was something she took pride in, even after she was put back in diapers. Berkley had always been the one that needed to poop three times a day; she’d even had an accident in third grade, during a game of kickball in gym.
Bailey, however, rarely pooped more than once a day. It had, however, been nearly 48 hours since she’d last sat on the toilet at home. This was something that could be remedied easily, however, if she could only get home. She did not want to think what her mom would say if she found out she’d pooped her diaper. Her mom was tolerant enough of her wetting the diapers because she couldn’t always control it. Bailey figured it would probably be a screaming match if her mom discovered she’d pooped herself.
She had to get her mind off that line of thought, however. If she worried what her mom would do if she pooped herself, she would almost certainly end up doing it. She had to take her mind off of her bowels. She tried to focus on the weather, the bright, warm weather, or perhaps the new movie that was playing at the theater. No, that wouldn’t do. She had to think of something else, something that would take ALL of her attention. At present, her bowels were screaming. She could feel what she imagined as a torpedo-sized piece poking in and out at she strained to retain control.
She looked around, trying to find something to focus on as she walked. Unfortunately, the first thing her eyes fell on was a dog squatting in a patch of grass further down the road. She pressed a hand to her backside, knowing she must not look very conspicuous doing so, but not really caring. She walked a little faster, with every block she passed being another hurdle overcome, another green light.
She turned the corner onto her street, and could see Berkley walking with a couple of her friends just up ahead of her, about half-way between herself and the house. She wanted to try to overtake them, so she could get home before Berkley, but she felt that if she walked any faster, her body would lose what little grip she had over her bowels. Unfortunately, Berkley was already walking slightly faster than her and got home with her friends before Bailey could have hoped to.
When Bailey came in through the front door, she saw Berkley’s friends sitting in the living room, but no sign of Berkley.
“Not good!” Bailey thought as her stomach rumbled again and she let out a hiss of gas into her diaper. She stumbled down the hall to the bathroom and groaned loudly when she saw it was closed. She tried the handle, but of course it was locked. She pounded on the door and shouted, “Berkley, get the f**k out!”
There was a pause and then Berkley shouted from the other side of the door, “I’m taking a s**t! You can wait! Besides, you’ve got a portable toilet, remember?”
“Berkley, I am not joking, get out of the restroom or I’m going to s**t my pants!” Bailey shouted, shifting uncomfortably from foot to foot with both hands pressed to her backside now.
There was no response from Berkley for another minute, so Bailey hammered on the door, screaming as loud as she could, “Open the door or I’m going to do it on your bed!” Shortly after she shouted this, Berkley’s friends popped around the corner to see the exchange between the two sisters.
“You better not, I’ll kill you!” Berkley screamed in response. This was perhaps a bit over-dramatic, but so were her sister’s threats. Berkley got off the toilet, having been unable to poop at all in the first place. She’d been constipated for three days now.
At the moment Berkley had shouted, “I’ll kill you,” however, Bailey had muttered, “Damn it…” as her body rebelled against her. To Bailey, it was perhaps the most embarrassed, yet most relieved she’d ever been. It felt as though she’d just expelled a five-pound rock into the seat of her pants. She patted her butt gingerly with the tips of her fingers and felt the mound of poop that now lay sandwiched between her skin and her already soaked diaper.
One of Berkley’s friends was clutching at her own stomach, laughing hard enough that she had tears in her eyes. The other girl was holding her laughter a bit better, but looked appalled.
The lock clicked open, and Berkley made an, “All yours,” motion, but Bailey just glared at her, tears in her eyes, and stormed back to her room to get cleaned up. She slammed the door shut and locked it. A second later, Berkley was pounding on the door to be let in.
“Bailey, open up!” she pleaded.
“Why? Because of you, I’ve just pooped myself for the first time since I got potty trained. Not to mention there were witnesses! This will be all over the school!” Bailey shouted, as she pulled off her jeans and began undoing the tapes. The smell was horrible. When she’d opened the diaper, her nose was met with a mixture of urine and poop.
It took Bailey several minutes to get herself entirely cleaned up. By the time she’d gotten a new diaper on, however, she was feeling much better about herself, and a lot of the initial embarrassment had faded. She was still furious with Berkley, but she would deal with her later. Now she just needed to get rid of her soiled diaper before her mom got home and try to convince Berkley not to tell her.
Both of these problems seemed to be more difficult than they should have been. It was nearly impossible to disguise the smell of the diaper, even after she’d sprayed it with air freshener and put it in a plastic bag, within a plastic bag, within another plastic bag. She could still identify, with no difficulty whatsoever, the smell of a dirty diaper. She eventually decided on stuffing the perfumed and triple-bagged diaper at the bottom of her trash can and home her mom didn’t give it much thought.
Berkley seemed just as miffed at Bailey as Bailey was with her. Bailey couldn’t understand why, after all, she had not done anything wrong. Berkley, however, just kept pouting whenever Bailey tried to talk to her. Evidently, Berkley had gotten upset at Bailey when she’d yelled at her for not leaving the bathroom.
As far as Berkley was concerned, she hadn’t done anything wrong. She had to use the restroom just like Bailey. She’d merely gotten home before her sister, and had been attempting to relieve herself when her sister had demanded she be allowed to go. It wasn’t HER fault that Bailey couldn’t hold it. Besides, what’s the big deal? Bailey IS in diapers after all, it’s not like she really NEEDED the bathroom. Bailey would have needed to change herself anyways, she never came home dry.
It was this deep-seated resentment and occasional jealousy that had caused such a rift between them, and which refused to allow Berkley to listen to her sister’s pleas not to tell their mother. Bailey pleaded with her for over an hour until they both heard their mom’s can pull into the driveway.
“Please, Berkley, please! Don’t tell her, I’m sorry, I get it! You had to use the bathroom and I was selfish, now please…don’t tell mom,” Bailey begged, almost in tears again.
The door swung open and their mom came in, carrying beneath one arm what was unmistakably another package of diapers, as well as what looked to be quite a bit of paperwork in the other hand.
“Hey, girls, how was school today?” she asked, putting the package and stack of papers down on the table and taking off her jacket.
“Mom, I-” Bailey began, but was interrupted at once.
“Bailey s**t her pants,” Berkley blurted out, arms folded, looking sour.
There was a stunned silence as their mother processed this piece of info. At first, she just stared at Berkley, as if to ask if she’d heard her correctly. Without breaking eye contact with her mom, Berkley gave the smallest of nods. Beth turned to her oldest daughter with her mouth agape. She didn’t look angry, but she looked shocked and in a state of pure disbelief.
“Bailey, come upstairs with me,” Beth said, and rounded on Berkley, “Berkley, you stay here.” She waved Bailey up the stairs and into her bedroom, which still smelled faintly of poop. She pulled the door shut and locked it, before turning to Bailey with her arms folded.
Bailey’s stomach dropped, as she began trying to explain to her mom what had happened. She tried to explain how there was simply no way she could have made it to the toilet, but her mom simply wouldn’t listen. As Bailey stammered through the various circumstances that lead to her messy situation, her mom just stared, shaking her head the whole time.
There was a long pause after the end of Bailey’s explanation, in which Bailey simply hung her head, and tears started to form in the corners of her eyes.
“I don’t want to hear it, Bailey. I am very disappointed in you, do you understand that?”
Bailey nodded and she felt the first tears streak her face. She just wanted her mom to understand; between school and Berkley, she never had the chance to use the bathroom. It astounded her how little consideration her mom gave to what she had to say.
Several minutes passed in silence, during which Bailey’s mind was void of thought. She barely recognized her diaper growing damp as urine trickled from her before being soaked up. After what seemed like hours, however, her mom broke the silence.
“Why did this happen, Bailey?” she asked, shaking her head, still apparently in disbelief.
Bailey, who was confused and upset by the events that had taken place since she left the school, shouted, her face screwed up and wet with tears, “I told you! I couldn’t help it, it was an accident! It’s not like I meant to do it!” Her mom merely shook her head and turned around. She unlocked the door and left the room.
The next day at school, Bailey was much more conscious of the number of people staring at her. There were a lot of people who seemed to be eyeballing her pants, and she didn’t like that. Nobody said anything to her face until her very last class of the day, in which a snobby looking girl asked if she needed her diaper changed. Bailey’s face went beet red, as she had just finished wetting moments before the girl spoke to her.
Bailey endured another six weeks of near constant snide comments before the school year finally passed. By the end, several of her closest friends, who had defended her at first, began to taunt her after they became targets of ridicule themselves.
Bailey’s birthday arrived just two weeks after the end of the school year. She was finally eighteen years old, an adult in the eyes of the law, but she did not feel like it. She had never imagined that she’d be celebrating her eighteenth birthday in diapers.
When she awoke on the morning of her birthday, she sat up and was immediately aware that she’d soaked her diaper. This surprised her because she didn’t normally wet at night, or if she did, it was very lightly.
“Brilliant,” she thought angrily, “Good job, Bailey, you’re acting less like an adult now than you did when you were ten.”
She grabbed a fresh diaper and changed out of the soggy one before heading downstairs. She immediately realized that something was wrong. The air smelled of baby powder and sawdust, along with a number of other intermingling smells. She heard her mom talking in the living room, and heard something along the lines of, “She’ll be ecstatic, it looks wonderful.”
Bailey didn’t know for sure, but she got the distinct feeling her mom had either bought or made something for her, and something told her that she would not, in fact, be ecstatic. Cautiously, she tiptoed down the hall and peered into the living room. It took a moment to register what exactly it was that she was looking at. It looked like an over-large changing table. Upon closer inspection, she realized that is exactly what it was. There was a shelf below the table stocked with diapers, wipes, baby powder and anti-rash cream. What’s more, there were packages, obviously her birthday presents, stacked on top of it. This thing was obviously meant as a surprise for her.
She sneaked back upstairs, as this was something she was obviously not supposed to have seen yet. The thoughts flooding through her head were confused. She glanced over at the bathroom door. It was closed, and what was more, it had a new doorknob and this one had a key-hole.
“That better not mean…” she thoughts, but was surprised by her mom shouting, “Bailey, honey, come down stairs!”
Bailey went red, as she turned to go downstairs. This day was turning out to be very bad, and it had only just begun. When she got downstairs and entered the living room, she feigned surprise.
“It’s your new changing table,” her mom blurted out excitedly.
Bailey turned to her mom, and grumbled, “I don’t need a changing table, and I can change myself. Changing a soggy diaper is pretty simple, I can do it sitting, standing or laying down, all without making a mess.”
Bailey hadn’t even finished talking when her mom began to talk over her, “Ah, I know you can change yourself, but I wonder if you should. Besides, messy diapers are a bit more-” her mom began, but was interrupted at once by Bailey.
“Mom! That was one time, a few weeks ago, and it was an accident. It hasn’t happen since and I’m not going to do it again,” she explained.
“Ah, there’s the snag. You will, in fact, be doing it again. From this point on, your diapers will serve as your bathroom,” Beth explained, a strangely excited ring in her voice.
“You will find that the bathroom has a new lock on it. I have a key, as does your sister. Do not ask her to open the door for you or to otherwise leave it unlocked, because she will not do it. If I find that she has been helping you, she will be diapered alongside you. Do you have any questions?”
Bailey felt faint, but she tried to calm down. Perhaps this would not be so bad; perhaps she could get through this punishment quickly. When she’d been younger, her mom had never been able to ground her for more than a couple of day, even if she’d threatened a month. This raised a simple question, “How long will I be doing this for?”
Her mom, who seemed not to have given this question any thought when coming up with the punishment, thought for a minute, “Until Christmas.”
Bailey’s heart sank; Christmas was still six months away.
“Six months? You can’t be serious! Mom, I-“
“Seven, then…” her mom shrugged, “It doesn’t matter to me.”
“Fine, six months,” Bailey agreed, wondering how many diaper changes that must be.
“So, let me guess you’ll be changing me?” she asked sarcastically.
“When I can’t. Berkley will whenever I can’t,” Beth said, off-hand.
“Mom, no, I’m not letting Berkley change me. She is my little sister!” Bailey protested.
“Why don’t you open your presents, honey?” her mom said, completely changing the subject.
Bailey hesitated, staring at her mom suspiciously before grabbing one of the presents of the changing table. She ripped it open, and her face went red. There was an over-sized, white onesie, with pink trim around the arm and leg cuffs, and embroidered with the words, “Mama’s Girl” across the chest. She put the package down without a word and grabbed another one. This package contained a number of larger than average pacifiers and baby bottles. She opened the next one, and found a blanket. By the time she’d opened up all of her presents, she seemed to have an entire nursery full of baby stuff, all scaled to her size. She had two different onesies, four pacifiers, four bottles, a rattle, a number of stuffed animals, a blankets and a pair of fuzzy booties. The last present she opened even contained some specially designed diapers, which were pink and had the words, “Baby Girl” stamped on the front and rear.
The End of Baby Bailey Bruhn – Chapter Two.
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