Baby Bailey Bruhn – Chapter Six – Berkley’s Escape
Berkley awoke and smiled as she pressed her legs together and felt the resistance of the thick diaper there. She’d had pleasant dreams, though they were vague and more than a little hazy. Not for the first time, she’d dreamed of wetting herself, and felt excitedly the diaper, half expecting to find that she’d wet the bed. She was dry, however, and jokingly cursed the stories she’d been reading before going to bed, wherein the main character always wet the bed after having dreams of anything involving water.
She heard her mom stirring downstairs, evidently enjoying her first cup of coffee. She looked over at the clock, saw it was still quite early, and laid her head back down on the pillow. She nearly dozed off again, but couldn’t. It had been her bladder that had woke her up. She swore under her breath, wishing that just once, her bladder would just go ahead and empty itself, allowing her to get a bit more sleep, and to enjoy the sensation of waking up in a wet bed.
Berkley had always hoped that she’d wet the bed, and left with no alternative, her mom would put her in diapers like her sister. She envied her sister greatly for her diapers and the attention her mom gave her because of them. Berkley had always looked up to Bailey, idolized her, almost. When Bailey had been put in diapers again, that feeling only strengthened despite how hard Berkley tried to hide it.
Berkley had never really wanted to be potty trained. Unlike Bailey, who could only remember back to age four, Berkley could remember back to age three, at about the time she was potty trained. She had vague memories of wetting the pull-ups that her mom would put on her, and remembered how her mom had, in soft tones, reprimanded her for not saying she needed to go. She remembered the feelings of shame that came whenever she’d wet her pull-up when they were out. Despite her mom’s pleas and frustration, she never really made the effort.
It was Bailey that had finally convinced her to use the potty like a big kid. Bailey had taunted Berkley because she was nearly four years old and still went to the bathroom in her pants. Filled with shame, Berkley had tried harder than ever and after a few months, had finally mastered the toilet. She had, from that point on, envied anyone she knew, or saw was still in diapers or pull-ups.
Berkley had known a girl who wet the bed growing up. Though she secretly envied this girl, she’d made fun of her and called her a baby. She still felt bad about having done this, although it happened over a decade ago. The girl, after all, didn’t want to wet the bed. Berkley, on the other hand, wanted to go back to diapers for daytime and night time use. Unfortunately, her body developed well enough that she never had a single accident after she’d mastered the toilet, which was something her mom was proud of her for.
Sure, over the last couple of years, she’d staged a few accidents when she was home alone or someplace secluded, if only to recall the feeling. It wasn’t the same as a diaper though. She had to be extra secret when wetting her pants, or people would see, people would know. Diapers, though still secret, were passively so. You didn’t need to sneak in diapers, people simply never saw them unless you were an idiot and flashed them at people.
Back in the present, she yawned and ran her thumbs through the waistband of the diaper. She tried to pee, even just a little bit, to see what it was like, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it. Her bladder, curse it, was simply too well trained.
Defeated, Berkley climbed out of bed, undid the tapes of the diaper and rolled it up. She stuffed it, once again, in her pillow case. She then opened her drawer, let out a heavy sigh, and took out a pair of her cotton, ‘boy short’ panties. She put them on, put on a pair of blue jeans, and grabbed the bathroom key.
Still quite groggy, she slumped down the hall to the bathroom, jammed the key in the lock, twisted it, pulled it back out, and let herself in. She unbuttoned her jeans, slid her panties down to her knees and sat on the toilet. As her stream of urine began to taper off, she heard her sister begin to stir in her room. She finished up, wiped herself, washed her hands and went downstairs.
She saw that her mom had made oatmeal for breakfast and grabbed a bowl from the cupboard. As she was doing this, her mom went upstairs. Berkley thought nothing of this, it was part of Bailey’s Baby treatment; their mom would wake her up and check her diaper every day. Sure enough, as soon as Berkley had sat down on the couch and let out a tremendous yawn, Beth and Bailey came stomping down the stairs, with the latter in a very soggy looking diaper. Berkley estimated that the diaper, which was designed for all-day wear, must have been nearing capacity. She’d always been awed by how much Bailey could pee.
She sat and watched as their mom changed Bailey. She didn’t really register the change, not being fully awake, but tried not to blush when she saw Bailey look over at her. By the time Bailey was changed, Berkley had finished eating her bowl of cereal, and had taken it to the kitchen to wash it.
Berkley’s drive to be diapered was reaching critical mass. It was one thing to simply know she couldn’t have diapers. It was another, quite another thing to know that the two people she lived with both had diapers, wore and used them, while envying her for not needing them. They didn’t seem to understand that she did need them, but she needed them for her own peace of mind, and not for her bladder or bowels.
“Although,” she thought, “that would be nice, too.”
While Bailey was distracted, evidently examining her pacifier, as if it were some sort of marvelous creation, Berkley bolted back upstairs. Her mom met her near the top of the stairs, flailing her arms. She’d evidently thought Berkley was Bailey, and was trying to stop her from coming up the stairs. When she saw it was Berkley, however, she stepped aside and let Berkley enter her room.
She locked the door shut behind her and quickly took off her jeans and panties, unceremoniously throwing the latter into the corner of the room. She grabbed the rolled-up diaper out of the pillow case, and re-diapered herself. She sighed contentedly as she felt the bulkiness between her legs again. She then pulled her jeans back on and clicked the door open again.
Once downstairs, she slipped out the front door before she could risk Bailey seeing her padded posterior. She hopped on her bike, grinning slightly at the slightly odd feeling of riding a bike in a diaper. She wasn’t sure where she was going, but she knew she meant to use her diaper if she could. She longed to know what it felt like, but she didn’t dare ask Bailey or her mom. It’s such an odd question, there’d be no way to ask it without essentially slapping an, “I want to try it,” sign on her forehead.
Unfortunately for Berkley, she had the complete opposite digestive processes as her sister. While Bailey needed to pee relentlessly, but only needed to poop once a day, Berkley needed to poop a few times a day, but only had to pee once or twice.
Berkley realized this flaw in her plan, only after she remembered she’d already peed when she woke up. That had been the whole reason, more or less, that she’d taken off her diaper in the first place. There was, however, a pressure building in her abdomen. Berkley wasn’t sure she wanted to mess herself, especially before she’d ever even had the chance to pee the diaper. That didn’t stop her from proceeding with her plan, though. One way or another, she planned on using this diaper before she went home.
It didn’t take long before Berkley was getting desperate. She had no way of knowing, though, that at that exact moment, back at her house, her sister was just as desperate for the same kind of relief. She pulled her bike up in front of a strip mall and chained her bike up in front of one of them. She winced as her stomach gave a spasm. She didn’t lose control, but just barely managed to keep it together.
She threw the doors open and ran down the absurdly long hallway that she knew led to the bathrooms. She had no intention of using one of the toilets, but the stalls would offer some privacy for the deed. Even as she ran, she could feel her body trying to force her to let go, to let her body do what must be done.
She barely made it. She hadn’t gotten into the stall, but she was at least in the bathroom before she lost control. There was a long, quivering grumble, which transitioned into a liquid gurgle as she lost control.
“Oh my,” came a voice, much to the surprise of Berkley, who was still in the midst of her first real accident.
Berkley couldn’t look up, her knees were bent and one hand was on her thigh, while the other arm bent over her stomach. The mess seemed to be semi-solid, very unlike the mess she’d just cleaned off of Bailey the previous night, which had merely been a solid mass, squashed flat. The last bits of her mess, however, were almost entirely liquid, which came out in burning spurts. She wasn’t sure how long she’d been standing there soiling herself, but she absentmindedly felt the seat of her diaper, and felt a massive bulge there.
At last, she looked up and saw a young woman. Obviously, it had to be a woman, this was the women’s restroom after all, but why was she here? Berkley came to this restroom at least twice a week, as her favorite restaurant was located in the strip mall, but the restroom was so out of the way, she had never seen anybody in there.
“Are you alright?” the woman asked. Her eyes were wide, and she held her hands over her mouth in a shocked expression, though Berkley noted that the index finger of each hand was clamped tightly over each nostril.
“Yeah…yeah, I’m alright, I just,” Berkley began, knowing there was no way of lying about what she just did. Heck, every sense gave away her deed.
The woman could see she’d pooped her pants, which housed an obvious diaper. She could smell it without a doubt, and it was so potent that she could probably taste it in the back of her throat. The noise at the time had been alarmingly loud, and if she were to run her hand lightly over the bulge, she would feel the bulge as clearly as she could see it.
“Had an accident?” the woman asked, her hands still pressed to her face.
“Y-Yeah, I had an accident,” Berkley replied, her voice on the edge of breaking. She shifted her weight slightly and felt the diaper sag under its new weight. Berkley didn’t think it felt unpleasant, but would have preferred her first diapered escapade to go more smoothly.
The woman was now staring at the exposed rim of Berkley’s diaper, “Uh, do these…accidents…happen, um, often?” she asked, evidently trying not to seem disgusted, though her body language gave her away.
Berkley shook her head, and glanced over at the bathroom stall, where she’d originally planned to mess herself. The woman seemed to take the hint that she wanted some privacy and edged around her, obviously making an attempt to keep her distance.
Berkley waddled over to the handicapped stall. It felt distinctly odd to walk in a messy diaper. The weight in the seat of her diaper was unevenly distributed, and some of it was nearly liquid, but just solid enough that the diaper didn’t absorb it. She looked at herself in the bathroom mirror as she opened the stall door, and pulled down her jeans. She could see that there were a couple of dime-sized dark patches, where the liquid mess had been soaked in.
She pulled her jeans down, paused, and took them all the way off. She did the same with her shirt. This was going to be a messy cleanup, and she knew it. She sat down and gently undid the tapes and with great care, opened the diaper. A little of the semi-solid mess spilled over the leak-guards, which no longer formed a seal against her leg, and plopped onto the toilet seat. She winced as the full unpleasant reality hit her. She lifted her butt and slipped the diaper out from under her, holding it as far from her face as possible. It smelled worse than anything she’d ever smelled before.
Using what seemed like half a roll of toilet paper, she wiped herself clean. Although there was nothing left that she could see, she still felt decidedly unclean. When she’d finished wiping herself down, she poked her head out of the stall door; there was nobody there. She grabbed the messy diaper and tipped most of its contents into the toilet. She grabbed a few more sheets off the roll and wiped off the seat, and used another few sheets to scoop more of the mess from the diaper, into the toilet. Once she’d gotten most of the mess out of the diaper, she rolled it up and used its tapes to keep it rolled. Then, for good measure, she used the rest of the roll of toilet paper to wrap it in a paper cocoon, before finally throwing it in the trash.
Once she’d gotten her jeans back on, sans underwear, and had made sure the toilet flushed, she walked out of there as fast as she could. Luckily she’d gotten cleaned up as fast as she could, because just a few feet down the hall, heading in the direction of the bathrooms, was yet another woman. Hopefully, she never guessed what was in the paper cocoon sitting on top of the trash in the trash can.
She biked home, perhaps a little flustered, but overall satisfied at having used a diaper for the first time since she’d been potty trained. She didn’t care that she’d been discovered messing herself, because she didn’t know the woman. She didn’t care that it had been such a messy accident, because it had been a real accident. She’d only staged one messing accident before, and that had been when she was thirteen, and had pooped her pants in front of the bathroom mirror. Her mom had questioned her about the brown marks which she’d been unable to wipe out completely. Berkley, however, had told her mom that she must not have wiped herself all the way, and her mom had never been the wiser.
When Berkley got home, she could just make out her mom and sister upstairs, talking about her sister’s punishment, going over a few rules, some of which Berkley had heard in many a diaper story online. Smiling to herself, she took the bathroom key out of her pocket and walked over to the changing table.
She unlocked the door and grabbed one of the regular diapers which sat on the top of the stack. She stuffed it up her shirt, just under her left arm, and went back upstairs, where she locked the door and took off her jeans again. She lay down on the bed, grinned widely, and taped the new diaper in place.
The End of Baby Bailey Bruhn – Chapter Six.
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