Baby Bailey Bruhn – Chapter Twelve – Bailey’s Break
It was almost two months into the new school year, and Bailey was beginning to feel cooped up in the house. She’d never been a particularly social person, and had usually been quite content, even in these past months to simply stay at home and do nothing. Unfortunately, with Berkley coming in and going out of the house for school, Bailey was beginning to get a little restless. Non-social though she may be, she wanted to be out and about.
Before her babying, she’d been rather fond of going out to amusement parks and movie theaters, book stores and craft shops, arcades and restaurants. Now, it seemed, she was left home alone, day in and day out. Her mom was free to come and go, and Berkley could at least spend a little time in the outside world, and was undoubtedly making use of this luxury. After all, there were plenty of stores she could stop by between the school and home. True, Berkley had little to no money with which to buy anything, and would likely want to get home quickly to avoid scrutinizing looks from passersby, but she still had that freedom which Bailey had been denied.
A thought blossomed in Bailey’s mind then; had she been denied that freedom? She couldn’t really remember everything her mom had said to her when explaining her punishment, but she believed there hadn’t been any restrictions on where she could go. After all, she, like Berkley, had several outside outfits, which would allow them, for the most part at least, to blend with society. What use would these outfits be, if she could not go out?
Bailey resolved to make a small venture to a nearby store, but to be back before her mother or sister got home. She knew her mom, who had just left a little while ago, would be back in about two hours. Two hours, Bailey thought, would be more than enough time to stretch her legs. She had, after all, been cooped up in the house for much too long.
She put on one of the jumpers she’d received for this very reason. It looked perhaps a bit more babyish than Berkley’s, as it was more form-fitting, and showed what the wary eye could hardly mistake as anything but a diaper. In addition to this embarrassing feature, there was pink embroidery along the edge of the pockets, as well as a small patch of cloth, stitched onto the right leg, which read in very small print, “Remember: There’s Never a Bad Time for a Change.” This could be taken in any number of ways, but the words were flanked by two very cartoonish diapers. The tag was very small, and well below eye level for anyone old enough to get the reference, so Bailey didn’t feel too embarrassed about it.
She grabbed her house key, checked her diaper, which was slightly wet, but manageable, gave herself a quick look in the mirror. She decided that as long as nobody noticed the telltale bulge of her diaper, she might be able to come off as an immature teenager, rather than an adult baby. At this, she swept out the door, into the outside world for the first time in weeks. She breathed in the fresh summer air, which was beginning to cool as the summer drew to a close, smiled and took her first steps across the yard, towards the street.
Minutes later, she found herself approaching a store she’d passed by innumerable times on her way to and from school. It was a small, Mom and Pop store, called “The Sincerity Shoppe.” Bailey had never set foot in this store before, and felt safe that nobody she’d known in High School would see her there.
As she’d imagined, most of the employees were older women, who seemed delighted that anyone had come into their store. Bailey felt a little uncomfortable, as a couple of them came right up to her and began asking her if they could help her find anything. She declined, but the women began leading her around the shop, showing off the simple displays of homemade candles, baskets, and chairs on one side of the store, and then the homegrown tomatoes, carrots and strawberries on the other. It was with dismay that Bailey realized she had wet her diaper again, and that it had swelled considerably without her notice.
She backed out of the store, thanked the ladies for their time, and began walking briskly down the street. It had barely been fifteen minutes since she’d left the house, and she wasn’t about to let a wet diaper ruin her time away from the house. She had, after all, been wearing and wetting diapers for years, and more often than not, she’d been in a public place when she’d done it. Now, if she had to poop, on the other hand, she’d be darting home as soon as she could. Some people might suspect a bulge, brought about by a thick diaper, and made thicker by a bladder’s worth of pee. More often than not, however, they’d glance over her, and move on. If she messed herself, however, that is something people would notice.
Bailey was getting hungry; she’d not had a proper breakfast, and it was passing lunch time. She had a few dollars in the pocket of her jumper, so she looked around for a place to eat. It had been a while since she’d had fast food, unless you counted the Kid’s Meal her mom had bought for her a week ago. She spotted a burger joint, went in and got in line. She recognized a couple of the worker in the back, working the fryers and sweeping up the excess salt, and hoped they’d keep away from the register. The woman working the register was a bitter-looking woman, wearing a manager shirt. Bailey could understand why the woman looked so bitter; she was at least forty years old and working in a fast food restaurant.
Bailey placed her order, handed over the money, and stepped aside to wait for her food. She looked around, and saw another couple of people she recognized from school, sitting in a booth, talking animatedly. She turned aside, and hoped nobody would recognize her from that angle. When her food came, she took a boot as far from the couple she recognized as she could get. It wasn’t a large restaurant, so this still wasn’t very far. She sat down and began to eat.
When she was nearly finished, she felt a hand drop onto her shoulder, and nearly choked on the food she had been about to swallow. She turned, coughing, to face the person who’s happened across her. It just so happened to be an old classmate of hers, from about her sophomore year. How he’d recognized her when her appearance had changed so drastically since then, she had no idea, but she had other things to worry about. Among the pressing matters on her mind was the fact that she now had a very slight urge to poop. Fast food always had this effect on her; it may have just been a psychological effect, but fast food always seemed to make her gassy, and acted as a bit of a laxative for her.
“Hi there,” the boy said, smiling.
Bailey tried to recall the boy’s name, and thought she had it, as she said, “Oh, hey! You’re…Tim, right?”
“Eric,” the boy replied, his lips parting, showing some very straight, very white teeth.
“I was in your geometry class sophomore year, remember?” he asked.
“Oh, yeah! What have you been up to?” She asked, shifting slightly in her seat. She could feel her stomach churning as it swelled with gas, which would soon be making a rather unpleasant departure, whether she liked it or not. She tried to be pleasant enough; so far as she knew, Eric had never been rude to her, and was certainly not being rude now.
“Oh, not much; I got a job as a photographer just after High School. It’s not much really, and they don’t schedule me s often as I’d like, but it puts money in my pocket. How about you? What’ve you been up to, Bailey?” he asked, his green eyes flashing.
Bailey absentmindedly rubbed her stomach, and thought to herself, “What have I been doing? I’ve been sucking on a pacifier, drinking milk from a bottle, sleeping in a crib, and let’s not forget the highlight of my day; shitting in a diaper, only to have my mom change me, like I’m a baby!”
“Nothing,” she said.
“Ah, that doesn’t sound like very much fun,” he replied, giving a joking frown.
“Perhaps I should take you out to eat sometime, so that you can turn that ‘nothing’ into a ‘something.’ Oh, perhaps I’m getting a bit ahead of myself though; you are single, yes? You don’t have boyfriend who’ll track my down and manhandle me for asking you out, right?”
Bailey went very red, partly because of what was being said, and partly because she’d let a bit of gas escape, which he’d surely have heard, had he not been talking. She didn’t really know what to say; this boy was quite nice and not at all bad looking. She, however, knew her mom wouldn’t like it if she wanted to go out on a date.
“No boyfriend, but I do need to check a few things before I say yes, can I get your number? I can call you when I have an answer.”
Eric smiled again, showing several of her straight, white teeth, “Of course, as long as I can have yours.”
The two of them exchanged numbers, written on a napkin. Eric smiled at her, bowed dramatically and walked away, out the door. As soon as Bailey was sure he was gone, she allowed the built-up gas out in a very loud, very unladylike fashion. This was quite alright by her, as she’d never really considered herself a lady. Sure, she liked jewelry, and she liked make-up, but that was about as far as her girly side went.
She looked at the clock on the wall, saw that well over an hour had passed, and stood up. She felt her bowels moan and groan, and decided it would be prudent to head home. She cleared off the table, stuffed Eric’s phone number into the pocket of her jumper, and walked out the door. She could feel her diaper sagging, looked down, and noticed that it was even more bulky than it had been when after she’d wet herself a little while ago in the store. She set off, trying not to waddle too much, and failing miserably.
As she approached her house, she was pleased to see that her mom had still not gotten home. She unlocked the door, stepped inside and re-locked it behind her. She removed the jumper, and looked down at her exposed diaper. She was semi-surprised to see how much it had swelled. Evidently, she’d managed to wet several times, and in larger than usual quantities without even realizing it. That was another drawback of fast food restaurants; she always drank way too much soda. Her meal had come with a large, 32 ounce drink, and she’d managed to down it all.
She tried to hold off messing herself, and managed to for about an hour. She thought her mom would have been home by then, and would be able to change her as soon as she got back. Unfortunately, she was still all alone when she couldn’t hold back the mudslide anymore, and filled the seat of her diaper. As always, she was disgusted by the feeling and the smell, but by now she’d grown to expect it. She’d resigned herself to the reality of her punishment and all that it entailed a long time ago.
She sat down in the living room and began watching TV, hoping that her mom would hurry up with whatever it was she was doing, and get back. She didn’t like sitting down in a messy diaper, but it was better than walking around the house for who knew how long, letting her sagging diaper shift uncomfortably with every movement she made.
It was another hour and a half before her mom got home, and frustratingly, she’d even picked up Berkley from school, rather than have her walk home. This irritated Bailey, because she was sure she’d be developing a rash before long, and her mom had taken the time to pick up Berkley. Sure, her mom had no way of knowing Bailey had been sitting in her own mess for nearly two hours, but it was the kind of thing that might be expected to happen from time to time, in a house where bathrooms were kept locked, and self-performed diaper changed were forbidden.
Beth had barely put down her purse, and Berkley had barely put down her back pack, when they began sniffing the air. Evidently, they’d noticed the distinct smell wafting from the living room. Beth sent Berkley upstairs, and walked across the living room to where Bailey was still sitting, watching TV and looking sour.
Bailey felt her arm being tugged, and looked up at her mom, who was standing over her. She got up, and groaned as her mom checked her diaper, as if it wasn’t obviously yellow-tinted and reeking of the mess it contained. She followed her mom to the changing table, climbed up, and folded her arms tightly. Only after she realized that this was exactly how real toddlers behave when they’re unhappy did she relax her arms and stop looking so stony.
It took longer than normal for the diaper change to finish, as there was a lot more than usual to clean; Bailey’s messes were usually pretty solid, and very fresh. More often than not, she’d barely sat in it at all, but this time, it was quite runny, and she’d sat down and shifted into any number of positions, which had allowed the mess to find its way into every crevice of her skin, from back to front. She’d evidently been in the early stages of developing diaper rash, as the skin was tender, and somewhat pink. Her mom put some ointment on it, and powdered her extra well before taping her into her new diaper.
A few hours later, after supper, and Bailey’s second messing of the day, Bailey got her mom alone. There she told her mom of her trip out, and how she wasn’t sure if she was allowed these excursions into the outside world or not. She was therefore happy to hear that, since she had been honest, she was allowed, as long as she remained diapered and did not attempt to change herself; any attempt to break these rules would add another month to her punishment, minimum. Bailey was half-tempted to remind her mom that she would have needed to be diapered anyways, as she had no control of her bladder, but thought it best not to say anything that might upset her and remove this privilege.
Immediately following this conversation, Bailey went upstairs where she wasted no time in calling Eric. He agreed to pick her up that Friday, but not wanting sure how her mom would react, she told him to pick her up from the burger joint. They hung up, and she fell backward onto her bed, sighing. This would be her first date since her sophomore year, although she knew she had nothing more impressive to wear than her jumper shorts. Even knowing this, she couldn’t help but to smile. This was the first thing that had gone right since before her birthday.
She was so happy and eager for Friday to come, and yet so exhausted from the day’s events, that she fell asleep much earlier than she normally would have. As she drifted off, her mind was no longer thinking of how long her punishment had left, or of any other thing that had plagued her in recent weeks; she thought only of how things were going right.
The End of Baby Bailey Bruhn – Chapter Twelve.
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