Baby Bailey Bruhn – Chapter Fourteen – Being Berkley
October came and was drawing to an end by the time Berkley’s diapered state finally caught up with her. It had been three months since the two girls had been made to wear diapers and dress as babies at home and as little more than toddlers when venturing into the wider world and Berkley had gotten a little careless. Nobody had seen her diapers exactly, but somebody had seen something.
Berkley had wet herself in class one day, which was something she now seemed to do every day. Much like how Bailey’s bowel control was slipping, Berkley had gotten a little too accustomed to wetting when the urge struck, and now found herself doing it simply because she could. It might not rightly be called incontinence; she still had the urge to pee, and when she recognized this, could hold it for many hours. Instead, it might be more incompetence than incontinence, as she never really seemed to know when it might or might not be a good idea to use her diapers.
She’d wet herself with little to no thought; it was something she just did now, no questions asked. Then, when she stood up to leave class after that particular class was over, she felt something tickling her leg; something tricking down her leg. She looked down with dawning horror as her eyes fell upon a dark streak, no more than an inch wide that fell down the leg of her jumper, almost to her knees. Her diaper had leaked.
She waited for the rest of her classmates to leave, under the impression that this would make things easier; the thought that she might blend in better in a crowd had never crossed her mind. Instead, she had lingered, and when the teacher asked her if she had a question, she shook her head. Nervously, she got to her feet again, having sat down again when she realized her situation, and pulled her backpack on before heading toward the door. As she turned to face the door, however, her teacher said something that made her face burn.
“Berkley? Did you have an accident?” the teacher had asked with genuine concern in his voice.
Berkley had been hoping the teacher wouldn’t notice the small patch of wet fabric dripping down her leg, but it was only now that she realized that she’d been sitting while she wet, so most of the wetness had not been concentrated between her legs, but pooled around her butt. She placed a hand absentmindedly over her rear and felt the damp fabric.
“Are you feeling alright, Berkley? Do you need to see the nurse? Maybe we can get hold of your mother.” The teacher continued, as if this were something that happened every day.
“I-I’ll be a-alright,” Berkley replied, her voice weak and shaky. Her diapers had never leaked in the three months she’d been using them. In fact, she could only recall a couple of times in which Bailey’s had leaked, and she’d been wearing diapers day and night for several years. Berkley’s bladder was stronger, however, and in extreme cases, she could keep peeing for almost two minutes straight. She hadn’t done that this time, however, though she had peed quite a lot very quickly. Evidently she hadn’t given the diaper enough time to soak it all up, and it had leaked.
Berkley let her backpack hang a little lower than usual, which hid the majority of the dampness and walked down the hall to the nurse’s office. She didn’t know what to tell the nurse, who had no idea she was wearing a diaper. She remembered back in elementary school when anyone had an accident, how the nurse would have them wear a pair of the school’s pants. This was high school, however, and that meant things had to be different. Then again, Berkley couldn’t remember anyone else wetting or messing themselves in high school, and had no real idea what would happen.
She was glad to learn that instead of having to wear a pair of the school’s pants, her mom was called and brought her a fresh jumper. She followed her mom to the van, where her mom removed her wet jumper. Instead of changing her immediately, her mom encouraged her to try to mess, as she didn’t want to stop by the school twice, and it was simpler just to get on with it now, or else risk messing herself in the middle of class. After all, Berkley almost never made it through the whole day without messing.
Berkley did as her mom told her. It was easy enough; Berkley had already needed to poop as it was, but had been trying not to, seeing as the nurse was standing just across the room from her. She hardly even had to try before she felt the familiar, comforting weight easing its way into the soft padding that awaited it. She sighed with relief as she pushed the remainder out, and without thinking, placed a hand over the back of her exposed diaper, feeling the bulge with satisfaction. She caught her mom’s criticizing gaze, and pulled her hand away fast.
Her mom didn’t say anything as she changed her. Berkley simply lay there smiling; why shouldn’t she? After all, Berkley was enjoying this punishment, if it could be called one. She thought if anyone was displeased about the whole situation, it must be the woman who was changing her at that very moment. Beth always looked so sour nowadays, when before she always seemed so happy. Berkley knew why her mom was trying to punish her; Beth was incontinent, Bailey was virtually as incontinent as Beth, and Berkley had been found wearing a diaper, despite not needing one. She was being punished for enjoying the same thing Beth and Bailey suffered from.
Berkley got through the rest of the day with no problem. For once, she was able to enjoy lunch without having to take a detour to the parking lot. Other than the leak, there were no more issues for the remainder of her day at school. She did wet herself a little bit more towards the end of the day, despite having wet more than enough to leak, but only a little.
She remained hopeful, if not completely convinced that nobody at school, aside from her teacher and the school nurse, had seen the wet spot on her pants. She had no choice but to hope, because the alternative, that somebody had seen her with wet patch on her but which took a distinct double crescent pattern, would be bad. It would be bad enough if somebody thought she’d wet her pants, but it would be far worse if somebody recognized the pattern for what it really was: a wet diaper that had leaked around the leg holes.
Berkley didn’t need to worry about that, however, at least not for the time being. It was the weekend, and that meant she had two whole days, in addition to the remainder of this one, to work on her story. The story had progressed quite far in the past few weeks, and was now over thirty pages long. She’d have been a bit further, but she wanted to ensure everything was perfect. It was still almost five months until her birthday, when she planned to post the story in its entirety, but by then she was hoping to have over one-hundred pages.
Her story wasn’t really an original one; she’d based the main character on herself, though she was sure most of the readers, who would undoubtedly be male, would never believe it. In the story, she’d been caught in a messy diaper by her sister, whom she’d made much younger, and switched around a few details. She’d made her sister, whom she named Haley, a four year old who was having trouble with her potty training, which in real life had been her own issue. She’d also changed her own name to Delilah. Like herself, however, she was a diaper lover, and had tried on one of her sister’s diapers, used it, and thrown it away, and later on had been caught in another by her sister.
She planned to work on the plot a lot more before she posted the story online. That wouldn’t be until early March, so she had time enough to work out the plot a bit and make it a bit more original. What she was really worried about was the story being discovered before it was written, edited and finally posted.
Once again, Berkley messed herself while working on the story. It wasn’t a large messing, and didn’t particularly smell foul, but it was noticeable enough for her mom to perform a diaper check before allowing Berkley to eat. Strangely, her mom didn’t change her immediately, and said she’d do it after supper. This was virtually unheard of, as after dinner was Bailey’s unofficial changing time, unless she’d already messed earlier. What struck Berkley as particularly odd was that until now, she’d always been permitted a change as soon as she wanted, unless her mom was busy. Never before had her mom expressed the notion that she could wait.
Even after supper was over, Beth didn’t immediately opt to change Berkley out of her messy diaper. The reasoning for this was, “You can’t expect to be changed at the drop of a hat; you’ll have to get used to waiting sometimes.” This seemed like something out of one of her stories, where the “Baby” would be made to sit in a wet or messy diaper for far too long. Admitted, Berkley’s diaper was only a little damp and only had a small amount of poop squished between her cheeks, roughly the size of a fun sized candy bar.
Berkley went up to her room to wait for the time when her mom would feel up to changing her. It was probably a good thing her mom had waited, because within a quarter of an hour, she’d begun to once again fill the seat of her diaper. She couldn’t quite explain it, but the urge had come on quite suddenly. It hadn’t been entirely overwhelming, but if she’d already been changed, she had no doubt her mom would have been mad at her.
Berkley had barely finished her newest messing when her mom knocked on her door, which Berkley promptly unlocked and opened. Her mom’s eyes darted down to her exposed diaper, which was now bulging a lot more than it had been just a few minutes prior.
“Good thing we waited,” she said, as she motioned to Berkley to follow her.
Berkley followed her mom downstairs to the changing table, and was both a little happy and a little sad to be put in a fresh new diaper. Her mom had actually been humming while she changed her, which was quite out of the ordinary. Normally, Beth would remain quite silent, while making the occasional disappointed or disgusted face, depending on the state of the diaper she was changing.
When Berkley’s new diaper had been secured, and she’d gotten to her feet, she thanked her mom, who was in the process of rolling the messy diaper up and throwing it away, and went upstairs. She passed by Bailey’s room, and heard her talking to somebody, presumably on the phone, as nobody was likely to be stopping by while the house was full of oversized baby furniture. She knew Bailey had been sneaking out to meet a boy named Eric for the past month or so, but didn’t think it likely that he’d be at the house.
She turned aside and went into her own room once again, where she re-locked the door and got on the computer again. She pulled up the word document where she’d been typing up her story, and began typing quickly. She already had a good idea of the next central plot point, and let her fingers do the talking as to how she would arrive at that point. Then she would go over it again, correct her spelling and tweak what details didn’t quite match up.
For the first time in what seemed like forever, she was left to type on her own, without interruption for the rest of the evening. All the while, if she listened closely, she could hear her sister still talking to whomever it was, most likely Eric that she was talking to. She managed to get over five more pages written, had an idea what she’d write on for maybe another five, and miraculously managed to stop from browsing the story sites. In the past couple of weeks, several of these story sites had made some wonderful updates, and had posted a lot of new stories that Berkley absolutely loved, and might become too absorbed in them to write at all if she began reading them again.
At long last, as her eyes began to droop, and her head began to nod, she saved what she’d written and turned off her computer. She tugged at the covers and pulled them over her shoulder so as to shut out the cold and emptied her bladder even as she slipped from consciousness and into the world of dreams. And so she slept, and so she dreamed, without a care in the world. Even as she slept, she could still hear the distant voice of her sister, murmuring somewhere far away, in a different world to another who had entered their lives, though she did not yet know it.
The End of Baby Bailey Bruhn – Chapter Fourteen.
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