Baby Bailey Bruhn – Chapter Five
Bailey woke up the next day with her bladder throbbing painfully. This was very common, but unlike usual, she made no effort to get to the bathroom. Instead, she relaxed what little control she had over her bladder and felt the warm gush of liquid flood her diaper. She was embarrassed, yes, but more because she knew she wouldn’t be the one changing it than because she’d wet herself. Heck, she wet herself almost every day as it was, and that was never going to change. She’d just gotten used to changing herself in private, which was out of the question for the next six months.
She heard her mom walking around downstairs, but knew she probably wouldn’t be too thrilled about being asked to change her so early in the morning. It was hardly light outside, and her mom was probably just getting around to drinking her first cup of coffee. Bailey never liked sitting in a wet diaper any longer than she had to. Normally she’d wet herself, then change immediately, just as a person who’d accidentally wet their pants would do. It didn’t matter to her that this might mean more diaper changes in the long run; her family seemed to have an endless supply of diapers.
Despite Bailey’s dislike of sitting overlong in a wet diaper, it was not unheard of. Since she’d begun wearing diapers again a few years ago, there had been multiple times she’d wet herself, either out with friends or even while she sat in class, where immediate changes were impossible. This was especially troublesome at school, as she never brought an extra change with her, and would have to wait until she got home to change. Her mom had always wondered why she never brought a change, but Bailey couldn’t quite explain her paranoia that one of her friends would open her bag to borrow a sheet of paper from a notebook and ask why she was carrying an adult diaper in her bag.
Bailey rolled over and felt what little of the liquid that hadn’t yet been absorbed by the diaper trickle towards the back, and slowly disappear. She giggles to herself, as the sensation tickled slightly. She wondered if she’d ever truly get used to wearing a diaper. She supposed not, it had been several years already, and she still longed for the security that came with being able to decide when to go to the bathroom.
It was weird, she thought as she lay there in the early morning light, before her accidents had started so suddenly and so frequently, she’d always had such a strong bladder. She could hold it in for hours after the first need hit. Perhaps she’d damaged her bladder control muscles in some fundamental way by holding it for too long. She remembered vaguely when she was eleven, having gone several hours without a restroom trip, despite her bladder aching terribly. This had been because she was at a friend’s birthday party, and was simply having too much fun to be bothered. As soon as her mom had picked her up, however, they’d needed to stop at a gas station so she could relieve herself.
Bailey nodded off again, despite her soggy diaper. She awoke a few hours later to find her mom standing over her.
“Looks like Baby could use a change,” she said, and pushed the tip of one finger in between her skin and the diaper.
“Yup, that is one wet diaper!” her mom cooed, and tugged her out of bed. Bailey followed her downstairs, where she saw Berkley sitting, still half asleep on the couch, with a bowl of oatmeal in her lap.
She hopped up on the changing table and undid the buttons of her onesie, so her mom could remove the diaper without actually having her remove the onesie. She was a little embarrassed about how swollen the diaper was, but couldn’t do anything about it. She couldn’t exactly control how much she wet. Sometimes her bladder would throb painfully and yet only a trickle would come out, and others it would hardly throb at all and she’d flood her diapers so quickly and thoroughly that she was surprised she’d never had a major leak.
Bailey remained perfectly still as her mom changed her this time, which earned her a, “You’re such a good baby!” comment from her mom, before producing a pacifier from somewhere and popping it into her daughter’s mouth. After the initial unexpectedness had passed, she began to suck at the pacifier absentmindedly. It wasn’t unbearable, being babied like this, though it was embarrassing as all Hell. She missed her friends more than anything, many of whom she hadn’t spoken to since they abandoned her after news had spread about her diapers.
When her mom had refastened the buttons at the bottom of the onesie, and Bailey had sat back up, she realized Berkley had been watching them with polite interest, though she still seemed groggy. Bailey’s eyes darted to her sister’s waist, where last night she’d been so sure she’d seen the brim of a diaper. There was no bulge now, so either Berkley had taken it off, or her eyes had been playing tricks on her.
A few hours passed, which Bailey mostly spent lounging around the house, taking her pacifier out of her mouth, examining it closely, and popping it back in, and trying to convince Berkley to play a board game with her. Normally, she’d be spending this time watching TV in her room or playing some of her favorite video games, but her mom was doing something in her room and had forbidden her from coming upstairs until she was done. Bailey got the distinct feeling that whatever her mom was up to wasn’t going to make things better for her.
At about three o’ clock, Bailey’s body was telling her that she’d need to poop before too long, and she groaned audibly at the thought. Once again, she refused to just go, even though she knew she’d have to soon. She hated the feeling of messing herself, and wanted to put it off for as long as she could.
About half an hour later, Berkley left to go hang out with her friends, evidently not wanting to stick around the house on such a beautiful day. Bailey envied her this, and wished she could go out too, but she didn’t want anybody to see her like this. She hoped she wouldn’t be stuck, cooped up in the house for six months straight.
Bailey’s bowels were groaning now, and she hoped her mom would be finished in her bedroom soon. She’d been up there for at least three hours, and there were few things Bailey could think of that should take so long, especially in such a small room. She pressed a hand to her stomach, which was gurgling loudly every thirty seconds or so. Without even realizing it, she’d begun rocking back and forth on the heels of her feet.
Bailey could feel gas building inside her, which she reluctantly let out in loud bursts. She knew she couldn’t hold out much longer, as her skin was now damp with the strain of holding it in. She groaned every time she felt her need intensify momentarily and she had to strain herself to keep it in.
After almost an hour of holding it in, she could no longer hold back the assault on her willpower, and she felt a warm, solid weight filling the back of her diaper, followed by the now familiar smell of poop mixed with baby powder. She blushed furiously, even though nobody could see her. She didn’t feel like crying this time, because it wasn’t exactly a new experience. Though this was only the third time she’d messed herself in the last few weeks, last night had brought the sensation home well enough.
Bailey waddled uncomfortably to the foot of the stairs leading up to her bedroom and listened. She could hear her mom moving something heavy around up there. Earlier, she was sure she’d heard her mom hitting something with a hammer. She was curious, but more interested in getting her diaper changed. She could tolerate lying in bed in a wet diaper, but wandering around the house in a diaper than bulged with its contents was disgusting. She could feel some of it clinging to her skin, while most of it sagged in a lump between her thighs.
She took the pacifier out of her mouth, so she could speak properly. She’d completely forgotten she still had it in her mouth, and had been sucking on it since before Berkley had left.
“Mom,” she called in humbled tones up the stairs. There was no answer, but she thought she heard the sound of movement halt momentarily.
“Mom!” she said, a bit louder this time.
“Yes, honey?” her mom’s voice came, rolling down the stairs.
“I, um…I need changed,” Bailey said, embarrassed, as one hand found its way to the seat of her diaper and lightly patted the bulge contained there.
“Berkley will have to, I’m a little busy right now,” her mom replied, followed by another loud thud, which sounded like she might have lifted Bailey’s bed frame and dropped it.
“Berkley’s not here, Mom,” she began, “I think she went to go hang out with her friends.” Bailey felt an agitated twinge at this. It was Berkley and her friends that were the reason her own friends had abandoned her. They’d gone and blabbed to the whole school that Bailey wore diapers and had pooped herself. Even if Berkley hadn’t said anything, which Bailey had no way of knowing, it had been her fault she’d pooped herself in the first place.
Her mom remained silent for a moment. There was a soft grinding noise coming from upstairs and then, “Well, I’ll be down in a little while, honey. I should be done in,” there was a pause and a couple of soft thuds, “half an hour, maybe an hour.”
Bailey groaned, thinking, “An hour! I might have to stay like this for an hour!” The thought almost made her sick.
“But mom!” she began, “I’m…not just wet,” she finished, reluctantly. She knew she was messy and her mom would have known the second she got within ten feet of her, she just didn’t like saying it out loud.
“You went poo-poo, honey?” her mom asked, casually, though Bailey got the distinct feeling she was trying to embarrass her.
“Yes,” Bailey replied, simply yet firmly.
“What was that, honey?” Her mom asked, a distinct edge to her voice now.
“Yes, I went poo-poo…” Bailey said, blushing scarlet. The weight in her diaper suddenly seemed a million times more embarrassing. Was her mom going to expect her to start talking like a baby too? Maybe she was expected to become more like a baby as her punishment went on?
“Well, I can try to hurry up, up here, but it’ll still be a while, twenty minutes at least, forty at most,” her mom responded, in her usual tone, as if she hadn’t just made Bailey talk like a baby.
Bailey went back to the living room and turned on the TV. Normally, she didn’t like watching this TV, because it was an older type. The one in her room was a flat-screen, which her mom had bought for her last Christmas, and had been pretty much the only good thing she’d gotten. This one, however, had a glass screen, and always seemed to have a glare.
Bailey tried to avoid sitting, but after a few minutes of standing, with her diaper sagging pathetically between her legs, she sat down. She winced as the thought of sitting in a pile of warm mashed potatoes filled her brain again. The feeling became much less noticeable after she’d remained sitting for a few minutes. She supposed her brain must be ignoring the sensation, the same way that it ignored a wound that occurred hours ago, though it may have been extremely painful for the first few minutes, or the way it ignored a bad smell, if left in the environment for too long.
That last part seemed also to have happened, because she wasn’t consciously aware of the bad smell she was sure must linger around her, though if she inhaled deeply enough, she still got a whiff of it. She just tried not to breathe in too deeply, and tried to keep her body as still as possible, lest the uncomfortable sensation return.
For the next half an hour, she watched the TV, though as usual, there was nothing really of interest. There had to have been at least three different court shows on, and at least a couple of shows where couples were arguing over whether the man was the father of their baby.
At long last, Bailey’s mom came downstairs. As soon as she entered the room, she pinched her nose and remarked, “Somebody made a poo-poo in their diapee!” She swept across the room and pulled Bailey to her feet.
Immediately, Bailey’s mind seemed to remember that there was something warm and squishy in her diaper. She could feel it sticking to her butt and her inner thighs, and she nearly threw up from the thought. It wasn’t really helping that the contents had lost some of their warmth. If possible, she thought she liked the feeling of a lukewarm diaper less than a freshly messed one. Bailey’s thoughts paused momentarily, and then she thought, “If I’m going to start deciding what kind of messes I like more than others, I know my mom’s getting to me.”
Bailey hopped up onto the changing table, where she undid the buttons of the onesie once again while her mom got out the fresh diaper, wipes and powder. The smell that filled the air when her mom opened her diaper was acrid, but not much worse than it had been when still contained. She sighed contentedly as her mom removed the uncomfortable waste, and she thought for a brief second, that she knew how a real baby must feel when being changed.
Her mom put her in one of the “Baby Girl” diapers, and took the onesie all the way off, “to let you breathe a bit,” she’d said to Bailey. She folded it up and sat it on the table.
Bailey knew what her mom meant at once. Though her legs and arms had remained uncovered, as the onesie she’d been wearing was the type that snapped between the legs, and had no legs or sleeves itself, her chest and back were drenched in sweat. It was the middle of the summer, after all, and the onesie was worn over her regular shirt, almost like a sweatshirt. It was even made of the same, thick material.
Bailey began to stretch out on the sofa to watch some more TV, when her mom tapped her on the shoulder.
“Don’t you want to see your room?” she asked, smiling.
Bailey, who had nearly forgotten why she’d spent so much time downstairs, hopped to her feet. She climbed up the stairs, eager, yet somewhat nervous about what her mom had done.
Bailey looked into her room and stood there, stunned for a full minute. There was simply too much to take in, it was like a sensory overload. The wallpaper now had cartoon duck and rabbit patterns, the carper was now pale pink, instead of the old green, and there was a mobile hanging over her crib. Bailey did a double-take. This thing couldn’t possibly be a crib; it was big enough for a grown man to sleep in! It was even bigger than her old, twin-sized bed had been. She saw her old mattress folded in half and stuffed in her otherwise empty closet. Evidently, her mom was putting the finishing touches on what was sure to be a very embarrassing punishment.
The End of Baby Bailey Bruhn – Chapter Five.
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