Baby Bailey Bruhn – Chapter Ten – Getting in the Groove
One month had passed since the Bruhn girls had been made to wear and use diaper. Bailey Bruhn of course had already been using diapers for one reason for years prior to this, but times had changed. Bathrooms were off limits, be they private or public. On the rare occasion that the girls were taken out to a store or restaurant, they were required to stay close by their mother at all times, lest they risk an extended punishment.
Berkley was adapting fairly well to her punishment, which she seemed to regard as a minor inconvenience at worst, and a fun game at best. She made little effort to hide her enjoyment of the situation, her family already knew. She had been punished as a result of being discovered in a diaper, and was now being made to wear them day in and day out for a whole year. Some might have called it harsh, but Berkley did not protest. Part of her even wished she could remain in diapers for longer.
The two girls hadn’t fully resolved their conflict, but were now getting along well enough. Berkley was still irked at Bailey for ignoring her pleas, but partly thankful for inadvertently allowing her to explore her fantasies. Admittedly, her fantasies would be more enjoyably fulfilled if she could be changed by a handsome man that would laugh with her and not at her, and smile down at her, rather than smirk. These were romantic ideas, she knew, but they might still happen one day. If there was one thing she had learned from her favorite websites, it was that these fantasies would be with her all the days of her life, for better or worse.
Bailey, unlike Berkley, was still dreading every day that she woke up, knowing she’d be subjected to the same humiliating treatment she’d been subjected to for a little over a month now. She didn’t like wearing a onesie, or sucking on a pacifier, or drinking every beverage she had from a bottle. She was fine with peeing herself, not happy about it, but not really unhappy. Pooping herself, messing her diapers, filling them, going number two; this was what bothered her more than anything. It only happened once, maybe twice a day, but it was, without a doubt, the worst part of her day by far.
Both girls had gotten used to getting their diapers changed by somebody else, namely their mother. Berkley was a bit shyer about it than Bailey was, perhaps because she felt it was an invasion of her fantasy world, perhaps because she was just naturally shy about exposing herself. In either case, both girls knew when to get their diapers changed, and both knew that they needed to wait for their mom if she was out or busy.
Trips to the outside world were few and far between. Bailey and Berkley, they baby Bruhns, had only been taken out once so far, and it had been the most embarrassing moment of either of their lives. Their mom had produced a couple of mismatched outfits that would look at home on a baby doll, but looked quite ridiculous on a real girl.
Bailey had been dressed in a white t-shirt with the words, “Big Sis” embroidered in bright pink on the front and back. Over her diaper, she’d been made to wear some sort of short green skirt with purple polka dots of varying sizes. The skirt was so short that it only came down to mid-thigh; she’d seen girls in school wear skirts shorter than this, but she was sure they weren’t wearing diapers that might be exposed if she bent over too far, sat the wrong way, or wet themselves. Her shoes had been some sort of hard purple plastic slip-on, over white knee-high socks. What made the outfit absolutely terrible however, was her hair. Her mom had pulled her shoulder-length hair up into pig-tails, a style which she had always abhorred.
Berkley’s outfit was hardly any better. Her shirt was the inverse of Bailey’s; pink with white embroidering which spelled out, “Little Sis,” Her skirt was just as short as Bailey’s, but a bright, venomous green. Her shoes were white and adorned with frilly bows. Her hair was too long to put in simple pig-tails, so she was made to wear a denim cap with the familiar words, “Little Sis,” embroidered over the duck-bill.
The place to which the girls had been taken had been a couple of hours away. Their mom had needed to meet somebody several cities away to discuss a business deal, and wasn’t sure how long it would take. She’d brought extra diapers and, embarrassingly enough, an extra change of clothes for each of the girls, “Just in case,” she told them.
The deal had taken less time than Beth had originally thought. Bailey was only a little damp, which was usual. They’d be home in a couple of hours, and she’d be able to get changed. Berkley was much wetter than her Big Sis, and what’s more, she needed to go number two. There were a couple of problems with this; for one, she was sitting. She wasn’t sure if it was even possible to mess herself while sitting, but she didn’t think it was. There would be no room for the mess to spread. Perhaps if it was the runny kind, but this didn’t feel like it. No, Berkley rarely had runny messes, which was somewhat of a blessing and a curse. On the one hand, runny messes smelled horrible and felt disgusting, even to her. On the other hand, he stomach kept cramping and her bowels kept trying to evacuate themselves, with little to no success.
Second on the list of problems messing herself would entail; even if she could relieve herself, they were in a closed environment almost two hours away from a diaper change. Over the last month, Berkley had messed herself no fewer than twice a day, with her record being five. In that time, she’d learned a valuable lesson: there are good times and bad times to mess yourself. Good times were at home, when their mom wasn’t busy. Bad times were, so far as she could tell, any other time.
Berkley’s need to relieve herself had not gone unnoticed. Bailey, who sat beside Berkley in the back seat of their mother’s car, knew that Berkley had to poop as soon as the fidgeting started. They’d barely even gotten back on the road before Berkley began to shift uncomfortably in her seat. Though she said nothing, it was very evident from the pained winces and irritated shuffles what the problem was.
Half an hour passed, then forty-five minutes, and finally an hour. The three diapered Bruhns were halfway home, and Berkley was shifting side-to-side, back and forth constantly. She’d let out several muffled hisses and groans of expelled gas, a few of which Bailey could almost feel. She felt bad for her sister, and though she dreaded the smell, she felt obliged to help her Little Sis out.
She helped Berkley lift herself up far enough that she might be able to expel, perhaps not all, but a lot of her mess. She propped one hand under Berkley’s arm and another under her thigh. Almost immediately, there was a strong, acrid smell, and the sound of crinkling plastic. Bailey could see the seat of her sister’s diaper filling out, bulging and sagging. There were a few more muffled hisses from below, and a sigh from above as Berkley filled her diaper.
Bailey didn’t want to think how badly Berkley must have needed to go, because by the time she was finished, there was a considerable bulge, which would have undoubtedly caused the diaper to sag below the skirt if she were to stand up. Bailey lowered her sister back down and felt her tremble as she placed her full weight on the mound she had made. Bailey noticed that her sister now seemed to be a couple of inches taller.
Their mom cracked every window in an attempt to diminish the smell, with moderate success. The smell lessened but didn’t exactly dissipate. The windows stayed down for the remainder of the ride home. Berkley didn’t seem the least bit embarrassed about having just pooped herself, though she may have been a bit more conscious than the other two about where the smell was coming from.
They got home a little less than an hour later and Beth had immediately changed Berkley. She checked Bailey’s diaper however, which was just a little damp, and seemed to decide she wasn’t wet enough to warrant changing. She allowed the girls to change out of their absurd outfits. Berkley had taken to wandering around in only a diaper, socks, and a t-shirt lately. Bailey didn’t understand why, considering she’d received a onesie and a denim jumper almost two weeks ago, courtesy of their mom.
Bailey wasted no time in putting on a onesie. She felt baby-ish in it, but still felt less exposed than she did in just a diaper and t-shirt. Over the last month, she’d received a couple of new onesies, including a fuzzy white one that actually covered her legs and arms. This was the one she now wore, as it reminded her of what she knew as, “footie pajamas,” which could be worn by adults as well. The thing that made the outfit baby-ish, however, was a cartoon pacifier stitched on the chest.
Sometime before supper, Bailey managed to soak her diaper. She didn’t really acknowledge it at first, but noticed with some astonishment that Berkley had as well. She knew Berkley had been dry when they sat down to watch some TV, as it had been just after their mom had changed her. She’d even been dry when she’d gotten up to get a bottle, which seemed to be filled with soda. Berkley had evidently wet herself quite heavily without even letting on that she needed to go.
Supper time came and went, and sure enough, Bailey messed herself. This had become routine, and sometimes she’d make herself mess during or after supper, simply because it was when she felt most comfortable doing it. If something is expected, after all, there’s little embarrassment associated with doing it. Her mom changed her immediately.
Berkley had her diaper changed shortly thereafter, after having messed herself one more time that day. She, unlike Bailey, didn’t have a messing time worked out, as she did it much more often. Sometimes she’d mess shortly after waking up, then again before lunch, and another time after dinner. Other times she’d mess a couple of hours after waking up, then again after lunch, then after supper and once before bed. One time, she’d evidently messed herself in the middle of the night, and had the beginnings of a rash by the time she’d gotten changed. She’d yet to repeat that particular experience.
That day had been one of many so far, but all the days that had come and gone since the beginning of their punishments were only the beginning. From this point, there are many more to come, with Bailey having at least five more months to go, and Berkley having almost an entire year.
Beth had hoped that Berkley would show some sign of dissatisfaction with having to wear diapers all the time, but she gave none. Berkley seemed perhaps happier than she had ever been since the punishment began. She didn’t fight as much with Bailey, call her names, or make back-handed remarks toward her or anything of the kind. Sure, the two had a falling out, that much was certain, but none of the bitterness that would usually have followed seemed to have stuck.
Beth wasn’t quite sure what to make of the situation; she was even beginning to have doubts about the necessity. Berkley didn’t seem to even acknowledge that there was anything wrong with a girl, who would be beginning her senior year in high school in little more than a month’s time, wetting and messing diapers, sucking on pacifiers and drinking from bottles. Could she really think this treatment was fun? This was a tough thing for Beth to grasp, because there were few things she wouldn’t give to stop being incontinent.
The idea struck Beth all at once and made her smile, though she didn’t quite know why it should. It was because of her pregnancy with Berkley that she’d become incontinent at all, and yet Berkley was the only one in the household that didn’t need diapers. What was more; Berkley was the only one who wanted them. The idea was vaguely humorous; though Beth was sure she would have found it funnier if she weren’t one of the ones who needed diapers.
The night droned on and one by one the lights that shone out beneath every bedroom door; the two upstairs and the one downstairs, clicked off. The last light to click off was the one under Berkley’s door. She’d had the light switch turned off for some time, but the dull glow of a computer screen could be clearly seen. When she’d read enough storied to satisfy herself, she turned it off and climbed beneath the covers, her eyes heavy with sleep.
The End of Baby Bailey Bruhn – Chapter Ten.
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