Baby Bailey Bruhn – Chapter Nine – Confrontation, Revelation, Satisfaction
Berkley locked her door as she closed it, just as always had, ever since she’d started browsing the sites she’d discovered years back. She sat down at the desk in front of her computer and pressed the power button. As she waited for the computer to start up, she removed her jeans and sighed contentedly. She smiled as she felt the white plastic. It was smooth, soft, and flexible. What’s more, it was warm from her body heat.
When the computer had loaded, she instantly began browsing all of her favorite sites. Some were merely story sites, but others had forums, and some even had pictures, but she didn’t care much for those. It was the stories that intrigued her, that drove her imagination.
She laughed to herself every time something struck her as funny, and gasped anytime there was a twist. It didn’t matter how corny the stories were; they were about a subject she loved. Story after story she read; some long, some short; some well-written, some less so; some with colorful characters, some with no characters at all! It didn’t matter to her, she read them all.
As the night crept on, and her eyes began to droop, she clicked off her monitor and climbed beneath her sheets. Unlike her sister, however, her dreams were vivid. She dreamed that night of many things. There were swirling colors and ballroom music. There were men in colorful suits and women in floating dresses, all dancing and blurred. There was light and darkness, and figures so real, she would never guess she was dreaming. She saw her sister and her mom, and the man she’d once called “Dad.” She saw her friends and the people that had made fun of her when she was growing up. Everything was spinning in a beautiful ballet, even as she felt it falling away.
She awoke to find a beam of light falling across her face. She felt the diaper between her legs, and smiled. Her bladder ached, but she could not use it this time, it wouldn’t be prudent to be discovered like that. She got up, walked to the bathroom and unlocked it. Shutting the door behind her, she lowered her jeans and went to undo the tapes on the diaper, but stopped, smiling.
An idea had occurred to her, something she’d wanted to try for years, but had neither the opportunity nor the nerve until now. Even before laying hands on a diaper, she’d wished she could try it. It would be simple, and not really a difficult cleanup. She prepped herself, and focused as hard as she could, telling herself that it would be alright.
Her bladder aching, and her body tingling, she kicked off her jeans and spread her legs. She’d never been good at convincing her body to do something it didn’t want to do, but this time, she would be successful. She felt shivers going down her spine, as every nerve pulsed with excitement. Even so, her body was incredibly well trained.
She tried for several minutes, pressing on her bladder and trying to force herself to pee, but only a few drops came out. After a while, she tried relaxing, but still only a little bit of a trickle came. With the trickle, however, her body seemed to come to its senses and forced her to stop. This happened several times, as she would begin to trickle, and then stop, time and again.
Eventually, though she never quite reached a full stream, her bladder had completely emptied. She sighed with relief, and immediately reached to undo the tapes on the diaper. Before she could undo even the first tape, she heard her mom knocking lightly on the door. She quickly pulled her jeans back on, buttoned them and flushed the toilet, though there was nothing in it. She ran the sink for a few seconds, but had no reason to really wash them and opened the door.
Her mom was standing there; she was still dressed in her night clothes, though Berkley was sure she had work that day. She scooted Berkley aside and shooed her out of the room. The door thudded closed and Berkley could hear her mom pulling her own pants down, followed shortly by the easily identifiable sound of urination.
“Be sure to get your sister up before she gets a rash, I’m already running late,” her mom said through the door.
Berkley inspected herself and was glad to see that the diaper didn’t bulge too much. Yes, she could feel the warm dampness between her legs, or rather, she felt the warmth and felt the humidity retained in the plastic shell, but felt none of the actual moisture, for the diaper had done its job and done it well. It was bulkier between her legs, but she felt she could walk without a waddle.
She didn’t dare press her legs together, even if it would allow her to walk more casually, as the diaper might leak. She’d never seen it do so on her sister, but that might be because her sister never fully wet. She trickled, as Berkley knew very well, but it was unlikely that she ever emptied a full bladder into a diaper.
Berkley stood outside the bathroom door, relishing the warm bulk between her legs, her mind drifting ever to the stories she’d enjoyed in private for so many years. She almost forgot that she was supposed to be waking Bailey up. That could wait though; it was still much earlier than when her sister would normally wake up. Bailey, she thought, could stand to wait just a little while longer to get her diaper changed.
Berkley crept silently back down the hall to her own room, locked the door behind her and clicked on her computer. She browsed her favorite sites, and read a couple of shorter stories. She barely registered the sound of the toilet flushing, the bathroom door opening, and the stairs creaking, as her mom went downstairs and off to whatever appointment she was running late for.
An hour passed, and Berkley snuck downstairs to grab another diaper. In the cupboard beneath the changing table, she saw several pacifiers. She longed to take one and to pop it in her mouth, but she didn’t dare; there were dozens upon dozens of diapers, a few of those wouldn’t be missed, but there were few pacifiers, and somebody might notice their absence.
She blushed furiously as she lifted up one of the ‘Baby Girl’ diapers. She’d like some of those too, but like the pacifiers, there were too few of them; she couldn’t risk it. Instead, she grabbed one of the plain white diapers, and placed it on the changing table. She could change in her room, sure, but what she needed to do now was simply remove her used diaper. She felt she could have wet in it more without too much risk, but she didn’t need to go anymore, and threw it away into the diaper pail.
She didn’t even bother to hide the white diaper underneath her shirt as she carried it upstairs, to her room where she would change. Before she changed, however, she was sure to close all of the windows she left open on her computer, lest somebody stumble upon them. When she’d done this, she lay down on her bed, pulled down her jeans and diapered herself. She hoped one day that she might find somebody who would diaper her, and maybe even treat her like a baby from time to time.
The idea wasn’t a sexual one for her; no, she wasn’t ‘turned on’ by diapers, at least not in that sense. She enjoyed them, yes, she even enjoyed wetting and messing them, though her only experience with the latter so far had not gone quite according to plan. It was fun for her, using her pants as a bathroom, and the baby clothes and toys, she simply found adorable. These were the thoughts that fluttered through her head as she finished diapering herself, before pulling her jeans back up.
Once more, she examined the bulge in the crotch of her jeans. It was there, yes, but it wasn’t noticeable. If asked, she’d blame it on the poor quality of her jeans, and how it made her look funny. When she’d finished examining herself, she clicked the door open, and walked down the hall to Bailey’s room.
She didn’t bother with knocking, Bailey might still be asleep, and was in a crib anyways. She was a little surprised, though not entirely shocked to find that Bailey was standing up in her crib, wide awake. She smiled and tried to sound casual, as she said, “Good morning.” She paused briefly as her eyes found Bailey’s obviously soaked diaper, which sagged noticeably between her sister’s thighs, and thought, “I guess her bladder does get rather full sometimes.” In a jealousy-soaked tone, which she hoped sounded more derogatory, even if it made her sister hate her, “Looks like Baby could use a diaper change.”
“So it would seem,” Bailey mumbled. Berkley felt a shiver run down her spine as she saw her sister’s eyes seem to focus on her waist. Not willing to give her sister enough time to zero in on the bulge, she approached the crib quickly and let her sister out. Berkley then led her sister downstairs, and hoped Bailey wouldn’t investigate her own padded posterior as she led the way.
Downstairs on the changing table, Berkley was thankful that she’d read enough stories to know how to change a diaper, because her sister evidently had less control than she thought. She’d been absentmindedly going through the motions of changing her sister’s diaper, when she felt a semi-warm liquid splash her hand. She barely registered what her sister was doing in time to keep the table dry. Luckily, she knew to pull the old diaper up and held it there until Bailey was finished.
After the diaper change had been completed, all sense of obligation to help her sister was forgotten. She’d also forgotten, however, that Bailey was onto her; she knew Bailey would be keeping an eye out for any sign of a diaper, and in the instant she felt the back of her shirt being lifted, she knew Bailey had spotted. She whirled around and saw her sister’s eyes widening in shock, and felt her own eyes filling up with tears.
“Just wait until Mom hears about this,” Bailey said, a grin etched on her face, much to Berkley’s horror.
A million terrible thoughts flooded through her mind all at once. Her mom would be so mad, she might kick her out of the house or something just as bad. What’s more, what if her mom took away her computer and then went through her history, or browsed her favorites? She’d renamed the links, she’d even hidden them in misleading folders, but that seemed stupidly childish now. What would her mom do to her if Bailey told?
“Please don’t!” she said, as tears streaked down her face. She’d idolized her sister, but had treated her so badly. How could she ever have hoped her sister would forgive her? Perhaps she would be the better person; perhaps she would be nice and not tell.
Oh, I wonder what she’ll say,” Bailey said, grinning ever wider.
“Please don’t!” Berkley screamed, as all hope flitted away. She fell to her knees and grabbed her own head. She felt her fingernails scraping her scalp as she grabbed handfuls of her own hair.
She tried to run upstairs, if not to change out of the diaper she was now cursing, then to delete the links off her computer, wipe her search history, remove all traces of what she had been enjoying so much for the past several years.
Bailey, however, would not let her go. No matter how much she begged and pleaded, her sister, her idol, was going to make her suffer. When her appeal for pity had been denied time and again, she began to scream at her sister. She didn’t even know what she was saying, and couldn’t understand Bailey’s retorts, which were equally loud.
Eventually the front door opened again, and their mom came in. Immediately, they both ran to her, screaming so loud and so fast that Beth couldn’t understand much of what either of them said. She heard Bailey say something about, “wearing,” and heard Berkley say something that sounded like, “believe,” but neither of them made any sense. She held up both hands, palms towards her daughters, and silence fell.
“One at a time,” she said with a tinge of annoyance in her voice. She pointed at Bailey, and said, “You first.” Berkley felt her heart hit rock bottom.
Berkley was shaking violently as she heard her sister betray her, as she herself had once been betrayed. No sooner had Bailey finished the explanation, than Berkley began shouting in protest, “D-don’t believe her, Mom! She made me wear it!” Her voice gave away the lie; it was the voice of one desperately trying to escape an inescapable situation.
“Shirt, up,” their mom said, staring Berkley down. She sounded quite calm, like a parent telling their disobedient kid to go to bed, because it is long after their bedtime.
Berkley, her brow wrinkled, her face pulled into a grimace, and tears streaking down her pink cheeks, lifted the very hem of her shirt, and turned her face aside. There was no denying what that smooth, white material was. Even as Berkley felt her mom’s eyes on her, she broke into fresh tears.
Her mother grabbed her by the wrist, not roughly, but firmly enough that she knew not to pull away. She didn’t resist as she was led upstairs and into her own room. She cast a sideways glance at her computer, which could still incriminate her so easily. She came to a sudden stop as her mom let go, turned about and closed the door behind them.
Rather than yelling, as Berkley had expected, her mother turned to her, a slightly irritated expression on her face.
“Why?” she asked, simply.
It was a simple enough question, but Berkley didn’t know how to go about answering it. She couldn’t simply tell her mom, “Oh hey, guess what! I like wearing diapers; just thought I’d tell you.” No, that would be stupid. She’d read stories where people had done that, and it had seemed to work out reasonably well for them, but those were fiction, and stuff like that didn’t work in real life.
Instead of offering an explanation, she shrugged and remained silent. It seemed the more prudent choice, between offering the truth and offering nothing at all. She knew her mom wouldn’t accept her response either way, her mom was just too narrow-minded.
“Berkley, look at me,” Beth commanded, slightly louder than she’d spoken before.
Berkley, who’d been staring at her own knees, looked up. Her eyes were dry now, but were very red and puffy.
“Berkley, why are you wearing a diaper? Have you been wetting the bed? Have you been having accidents?” her mom asked.
Berkley thought briefly that she could lie to her mom, but knew that she’d have to make a visit to the doctor, who would tell her that there was nothing wrong. She might be able to claim she’d been wetting the bed; there were a million reasons why people do that, but decided against it. It would simply be too hard to keep up that particular charade.
“I can’t tell you,” she said in a strained voice, not quite daring to look her mom in the eyes.
“You can and will!” her mom said, louder still. She was now visibly angry, her cheeks were violently pink and her eyes were wide.
Berkley averted her gaze once more as new tears welled up in her eyes.
“I can’t,” she said, her voice on the verge of breaking. She wanted to break free, to go downstairs and out the door, where she could find some means of escaping this horrible nightmare.
What happened next, Berkley had expected, but was still not prepared for. Her mom burst into a tirade of angry yelling with a few swears thrown in. This reminded her momentarily of how she’d been arguing with her sister before their mom had gotten home. She could understand little of what her mom said, though she was able to pick up
Berkley didn’t know that made her do it, but she found herself suddenly on her feet, almost nose-to nose with her mom, a difficult feat, given she was several inches taller than her mom. She was almost sure her mom would smack her, but the blow never came.
After several minutes of intense arguing and swearing, her mom ran a hand through her own disheveled brown hair, and sat down on the bed. Berkley sat down beside her, but said nothing.
“One year, Berkley. Your sister had a reason to wear diapers, but you do not. You like wearing them? Fine, let’s see if you still like it after a year,” her mom said.
“No bathroom for you, give me your key.”
Berkley’s heart skipped, both out of shock and a little out of eagerness. She’d dreamed of this day, though she was sure her mom had no idea of that. Her mom had evidently picked up on the fact that she liked wearing them, though that was pretty evident, given she had expressly mentioned that she hadn’t been having accident or wetting the bed.
She reached into her pocket, felt the toothed edge of the key, wrapped her fingers around it, and withdrew her hand from her pocket. She handed it to her mom, and gave it one last look before it disappeared into her mom’s own pocket.
Her mom stood up, walked over to the door, and turned to face her once again and said, “I hope you realize, you’re wearing your bathroom now.” She then turned back around, paused for half a second with her hand on the knob, turned it, and left, pulling the door closed behind her.
Berkley smiled, placed a thumb in the waistband of her jeans, beneath the diaper, and stood up. She clicked on her computer, browsed her favorite story sites one more time, and re-read a few of her favorites before deleting them off her computer and clearing her search history.
It was a while later that she came downstairs, though she felt a surge of anger and shame when she realized Bailey was in whatever room she wanted to be in. She avoided Bailey like the plague for the rest of the night. Bailey finally went upstairs following her usual after-dinner diaper change.
Berkley’s bladder and bowels had been aching since an hour before supper, and she knew it wouldn’t be able to hold it in much longer. She was therefore extremely thankful to see Bailey heading upstairs. In the dining room, she relaxed her bladder, though the task required quite a bit of coaxing on behalf of her body. She didn’t have to pee nearly as bad as she had to poop, however, and as a result, only a short stream of maybe five second was all she could muster.
Her bowels were the main issue, however. She usually pooped a few times a day, and so far had not pooped once. It was true, however, that she hadn’t had much to eat, or been nearly as active as she usually was, which usually loosened her bowels up. She didn’t have to struggle so much to mess; she just had to go so badly. It began with a long hiss of escaping gas, which was cut off short by a solid mass. She felt her cheeks spread as the mess pushed them aside. She felt her diaper sag as much as her jeans would allow, before the warm mass began to spread, not out, but down between her legs.
She shuddered as the warm mess moved between her thighs, but kept pushing. By the time she was done, she could imagine how much strain the tapes holding her diaper together must be under. She placed a hand delicately on her padded butt, and felt the noticeable bulge. Come September when school started up again, she had to make a mental note not to mess during the school day. This would be difficult, as she usually pooped at least once at school, though the toilets were disgusting.
Her mom came out of the kitchen, sniffed the air and looked over at Berkley, who was standing there, legs parted awkwardly. She came up to Berkley, walked around her, and much to Berkley’s surprise, tugged at the waistband of her jeans and diaper.
“Thought so,” she said before taking Berkley delicately by the hand and walking her over to the changing table.
She didn’t struggle or move as her mom changed her. She thought vividly of all the times she’d wished for this very thing to happen. This was much more embarrassing than she’d imagined, partly because she’d always hoped it would be a handsome man changing her, not her mom. It was fitting though, since it had been her mom that had changed her diapers up until thirteen years ago.
After her diaper was changed, her mom did not hand her back her jeans. Instead, she told her to run upstairs and bring her the rest of her jeans.
“I don’t have a onesie for you; you’re a little taller than your sister, so hers wouldn’t fit you,” she explained, “You’re just going to have to go without until I can get one for you. You can have your jeans back when we need to go out.”
Berkley said nothing as she went upstairs, crept past Bailey’s room and into her own. She quickly removed every pair of pants from her closet, even her pajama bottoms, which she rarely wore anyways. She then took them downstairs; all the while hoping Bailey wouldn’t come out of her room and see her in a diaper. She would know eventually, very soon in fact, but Berkley still wanted this to herself.
When she’d brought all of her clothes downstairs, she returned to her room, locked the door behind her and clicked on her computer again. She knew she’d just risked a much worse punishment, had her mom discovered her secret sites, but she couldn’t resist. She found many of them again with no difficulty, and read a few new stories, before wiping her search history again and going to bed.
Berkley awoke once in the middle of the night, as she sometimes did. Her bladder was throbbing painfully, and at first she got up to go to the bathroom, but felt the bulkiness between her legs. She smiled sleepily; eyes still shut, and relaxed her bladder. It was easier this time, and within seconds, she felt warmth spreading between her legs, and the pain of her throbbing bladed fading away. She sighed contentedly and fell back asleep.
She awoke to rhythmic tapping on her door. Without thinking, she climbed out of bed, and opened the door. She wiped her eyes groggily and heard her mom say, “Let’s get you two changed.” She opened her eyes just wide enough to see her sister, standing wide-eyed and open-mouthed at her. She felt her face burn slightly and brushed passed her sister. She couldn’t help walk a bit awkwardly, as she felt the bulky diaper sagging heavily between her legs.
She went downstairs, ahead of her mom and sister, not so much eager to get her diaper changed, because she, unlike Bailey, thought it a rather pleasant sensation. However, as much as she wanted to be diapered and maybe even babied, she had no desire to get a rash.
This was going to be an interesting year. Some kids might not think so, most in fact, but as far as she could see, this was all she had ever wanted, and she was going to enjoy every last minute of it that she could. The only problem that she could foresee was trying to explain to her friends that she wouldn’t be able to hang out with any of them for an entire year.
The End of Baby Bailey Bruhn – Chapter Nine.
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