Baby Bailey Bruhn – Chapter Fifteen – Baffled Bailey
It was the end of October, and Bailey was checking off one more day, counting down until she’d be free from this undeserved punishment. In a little less than two months, provided her mom kept to her word, she’d be free to live life as a regular, though still urinary incontinent, teenager. She’d managed to spend the last couple of months managing to hide the worst of her situation from Eric, though recently, after seeing that their relationship might depend on how honest she was with him, she’d talked to him over the phone late into the night, and had at least summoned the courage to tell him she was incontinent. Unfortunately, despite his seeming ability to know anything and everything without needing to be told, she had to explain to him what that meant.
Eric seemed to have a bit of trouble comprehending the situation, despite one occasion where Bailey had actually worked up the nerve to display her diapers to him. He still seemed to be laboring under the delusion that diapers were for babies and old people. He even suggested that she could just try harder to control her bladder, and that the problem might go away on its own. Bailey almost lost her temper with him, but managed to calm down enough to inform him that trying harder would yield absolutely no results.
Eric had remained quite quiet for the remainder of their conversation, but the next day had called her quite early on in the day. He still seemed embarrassed to talk about it, which Bailey did her best to fix. She didn’t exactly want to flaunt her diapers at him, seeing as she wasn’t exactly thrilled about having to wear them, but if she was going to have a meaningful relationship with him, she needed to know he was ok with having a girlfriend who would always be in diapers.
She tried to remedy the situation by making off-the-hand comments occasionally over the next several days about how she needed a change. She hit an unfortunate snag when he began to question why she didn’t carry extra diapers with her and needed to return home every time she needed a change. Wanting to steer clear of how she wasn’t allowed to change herself, she brushed his question off fairly quickly and smoothly, aside from a slight tinge of pink in her cheeks, by saying she just wasn’t comfortable with changing in public, the same way some people aren’t comfortable with using public restrooms.
Eric seemed to accept this excuse, and in another display of his odd way of perceiving things, he commented on how diapers must be both a blessing and a curse. He quickly added that he was sure they must be much more of a curse when he saw that Bailey was looking at him with one eyebrow raised.
Bailey knew what he must be thinking; anybody could potentially see the benefits of wearing diapers, though so few ever really seemed to consider the notion, even under the most dire of circumstances. Those that did consider the notion, even when the idea was a completely rational one, such as when waiting in line for hours and hours for concert tickets or anything else of the like, were often considered crazy by those that found out.
There had been many occasions over the past few years, particularly over the past four months, during which Bailey had been quite happy to have diapers on, simply because it allowed her to keep doing whatever it was that she was doing without needing to take a bathroom break. In this regard, at least, she agreed with Eric; diapers could come in handy occasionally. More often than not, it seemed, the diapers were more of a burden. Firstly, once used, the diaper would need to be changed, which often times took much more time than using a bathroom, since it involved a thorough clean-up process or she might risk diaper rash or possibly an infection.
After a few days of intermittent discussion pertaining to her diapers, by which time Eric had gotten a good deal more comfortable with the idea, she allowed him the chance to ask questions, since he seemed almost ready to burst with them. Much to Bailey’s chagrin, however, the first question out of his mouth was one of the last ones she felt like answering. She almost lied to him, given it pertained to a subject she didn’t really like in the first place, though she knew Berkley was quite happy about it.
“Have you ever, you know…dropped the kids off?” he asked, going a little pink himself.
Bailey tried to pretend like she didn’t know what he was talking about, hoping he might get the hint that it was not a topic she wanted to discuss. The idea didn’t take.
“I mean, have you ever…pooped yourself?” he asked, whispering, despite the fact that they were quite alone, parked several blocks from her house in a mostly empty parking lot. Upon reiterating his question, he went quite a bit redder than he had previously when using a euphemism.
Bailey went very red at this as well, perhaps more than him, mainly because it was her they were talking about. If she remained honest, which she would of course do, she’d be speaking of something very, very personal as well as very, very embarrassing.
At long last, she nodded, but didn’t say anything more.
Eric seemed to have taken this silent response for what she meant it: the end of the topic. He had his answer and she would give him no more information on the topic.
The next question he asked was one she was quite a bit happier to reply to, as it involved more basic information on the cause of her incontinence. She tried to give as much information as she could, but this information was strangely limited, given that she didn’t really understand the reason behind it herself.
Their Question and Answer session was cut mercifully short when Bailey took a look at the clock in Eric’s car and saw that it was very near dinner time, and she needed to be getting back. Though she hadn’t mentioned it to Eric, she was also eager to get back because she needed to poop quite badly and didn’t want him to know.
Eric dropped her off as he had so many times before, and she continued to wave as he drove off. Once he’d disappeared, she hopped on up the steps to the front door, and went inside. It was quite cold out, and her very wet diaper had ceased to keep her warm a couple of hours ago and was now getting colder with every second she stayed outside. The weather was fine during daylight hours, but the sun was now gone and the temperature outside had dropped dramatically.
Once inside, she could immediately smell the food her mom was cooking and smiled. Then, she saw something that made her heart pause for a moment: Several unfamiliar jackets hanging up on the stand near the door. They had company, which was something Bailey would very much like to have been informed of ahead of time. She had to poop quite badly by now, and if their visitors didn’t leave soon, there would be quite an issue.
Curious to see who was here, but not wanting to be seen, she peeked ever so slightly around the corner. There seemed to be both a man and a woman sitting at the table, opposite Berkley. They were turned away so that Bailey couldn’t see their faces, but she thought they looked somewhat familiar. She glanced over at Berkley, who was sitting there quietly with her face directed ardently toward her own lap. She couldn’t see it well enough to be sure, but she was quite certain that Berkley’s face must be scarlet.
Bailey looked around for her mom, but evidently she was in the kitchen, still cooking. This was unfortunate, as the only way of getting into the kitchen was to cross the dining room. Deciding that this wouldn’t be such a bad thing, since her diaper was still clean, if not dry, she stepped through the doorway. Only then did she realize who the two people sitting at the table were, by which point retreat was no longer an option.
Just as she’d stepped into the room, the man turned to say something to the woman, and must have seen Bailey’s movement as she entered the room out of the corner of his eye. He turned and said, “Well look who finally decided to show up!” Bailey tried to make herself smile and couldn’t. The man sitting at the table was one of the last people she wanted to know she was in a diaper, let alone on the verge of messing one. It was her uncle, Louis, and the woman to his right could only be her aunt, Claudia.
Louis and Claudia were nice enough people, but Bailey had never seen eye to eye with them. She hadn’t seen them in years, maybe since she was thirteen years old, but in any case, it was before she’d started wetting herself and begun wearing diapers again. They were, so far as Bailey knew, blissfully ignorant on the subject of Bailey’s diapers, and she’d like to keep it that way.
She managed to get through the dining room with a simple, “Hello, Louis, hello Claudia, long time no see.” With that, she disappeared into the kitchen. Unfortunately, her mom wasn’t in there either, which only left a couple of places she could be: She could either be in the bathroom, or in her room, maybe changing her own diaper.
She was reaching that point where she wasn’t sure she could hold it that much longer, but she could tell by the way the table had been set up that Louis and Claudia were going to stay for supper. With another glance around to make sure her mom wasn’t just on the other side of the refrigerator chopping onions or something, she stepped back into the dining room. At the same time, her mom came in through the other door, saw her, and motioned for her to sit down, while she brought out the rest of the food.
Dismayed, but still managing to hang onto her last shreds of control, she took a seat next to Berkley, since Claudia was currently occupying the chair usually reserved for her. She looked over at Berkley, who was now willing to at least look around, and saw with a mixture of satisfaction and a little bit of pity, that Berkley was every bit as desperate as she was. Beads of sweat speckled her face, and she was continually pressing and rubbing her stomach, as though she’d just eaten a large meal, though they still had yet to eat.
A couple of minutes later, they were eating, though Bailey didn’t really feel like putting any more food into her system would be a good idea until she got the food that was in her system already out. Nevertheless, she cleaned her plate, though it took every bit of willpower she had to do so, and she knew that as soon as she stood up, she’d mess herself. Beside her, Berkley had completely stopped eating, despite having only taken a few bites out of the food on her plate. Bailey guessed her sister was in the same predicament.
After a few minutes, Bailey watched as Berkley got up and walked to the kitchen to rinse off her plate. She was astounded at the casual way that Berkley handled herself. Bailey, being in on the situation, could tell that Berkley was messing, even as she walked. It was an art that Bailey herself had never quite perfected. She watched as Berkley shuffled from side to side ever so slightly as she let go of the control she’d struggled to maintain throughout the meal. If you didn’t know, you’d never be able to tell that a girl, almost eighteen years old, had just soiled herself like an infant.
Bailey then watched as Berkley disappeared into the kitchen, where she would undoubtedly finish what she’d been unable to stop in the dining room. A minute later, she reappeared in the dining room before speeding off through the doorway into the living room and up the stairs. Bailey envied the way her sister had adapted to diapers, being able to wet and mess her diapers like she had no idea it was happening, and being able to play it off like it really wasn’t happening at all. Bailey was a master of not drawing attention whilst she wet herself, but messing was something that she could scarcely hide. She liked to think herself smooth, but in truth, she knew anyone who watched for even half a second would be able to tell she was doing it.
Normally this wasn’t an issue; normally, the only people that would be around when she needed to poop were her mom and her sister. The fact that she always squatted slightly when pooping was something she’d only become aware of when Berkley had pointed it out one day, as she had begun messing herself as she put a couple of plates into the dishwasher. If not for Berkley’s comment, she’d still probably think she looked perfectly normal while messing. Moreover, she’d had absolutely no success with trying to mess while walking. She always had to stop and squat, which in public she usually managed by feigning interest in something on the ground.
Not wanting to draw unwanted attention to herself by sticking around long after everyone else was finished, she decided it was time to risk it. She stood up abruptly and immediately regretted it; it was as if the weight in her stomach had multiplied tenfold after she’d eaten. She almost lost all control simply from standing up, and had to stop herself from squatting. She took a few careful steps toward the kitchen, and let out some gas that did nothing to relieve the pressure.
With great care, she took a few more steps and finally disappeared into the kitchen, where she quickly let go of all control, and grimaced as the felt the warm, mud-like substance explode out of her. She let out some more gas, which produced a muffled gurgle, and with it came a torrent of semi-solid mess, very unlike her usually firm masses. What was worse than the feeling of it all, like hot mashed potatoes, was the smell. It was worse than any mess she’d ever made, and perhaps worse than any mess Berkley had made either, and that was certainly saying something.
She felt her face burn as she wondered how she was going to get all the way across the dining room without drawing attention to herself. She knew that she would waddle, and she knew her aunt and uncle would be able to smell her as she passed by.
The problem was taken out of her hands, however, as she heard a chair at the table creak, and the clinking of silverware on porcelain as somebody got up to rinse off their plate. Not wanting to be caught like this, but with no other place to turn, she dumped her plate and silverware on the counter, and charged out of the room just in time to pass her uncle, who looked bewildered as she passed him. She didn’t look back, and just as she reached the stairs, she heard a voice which could only be her uncle’s say, “Whoa-ho! Something stinks! Beth, I think you might want to get your drains cleaned out, it smells like sewage in your kitchen!”
Bailey ignored her uncle’s comment and ran up the stairs, trying to avoid thinking about the shifting, semi-solid mess that now occupied the space between her legs. She wondered briefly how much longer it would be until her aunt and uncle left, then pushed the thought out of her head, as she entered her room and pulled the door shut behind her. Then, in a flash of embarrassment, wondered what Eric would think if he could see her now. A good part of her thought he’d break up with her as he turned aside to vomit, but some part of her thought he might not mind as much as the rest of her thought.
The End of Baby Bailey Bruhn – Chapter Fifteen.
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