Baby Bailey Bruhn – Chapter Sixteen – Berkley’s Bad Business
It was now the middle of November, and almost three weeks had passed since the visit of Berkley and Bailey’s aunt and uncle. The two had arrived almost a full two hours before Bailey had shown up for supper, and Berkley herself had been there to see their arrival. Her mom had been about to change her wet diaper when the two had arrived, evidently as unexpected by their mother as by Berkley and Bailey themselves. As a result, Berkley only just had enough time to re-dress herself before the two came in, leaving her in a thoroughly soaked diaper.
The two had stayed for yet another couple of hours after supper, by which point both Berkley herself, as well as her older sister Bailey had thoroughly soiled themselves, though Berkley hadn’t stuck around to watch her big sister mess her diaper. She had instead, slipped on up to her room, and gotten onto her computer until she heard the departure of her aunt and uncle. During these two short hours, Berkley had actually managed to write a full five pages of her story; now that she’d gotten this far into it, the plot of the story and where it was going flowed from her as easily as the contents of her bladder now did, with hardly a thought.
Now it was the middle of November, however, and the last day before Thanksgiving break. Berkley was all too eager for the end of the day to come, but was more eager for her current class to be over. It was barely ten minutes into her fifty-minute long fifth period class, and Berkley already knew she wouldn’t make it to the end with a clean diaper. It wouldn’t be the first time; she’d pooped little bits before to ease the pressure when it was getting too intense, and hadn’t quite gone unnoticed. In fact, she’d garnered a bit of a negative reputation in her fourth and fifth period classed because her classmates had mistaken the smells that sometimes surrounded her as farts. Sometimes, she’d even seen a couple of her classmates pinching their noses as she walked by and wave their hands theatrically, even when her diaper was quite clean.
Throughout the entire school year so far, there’s only been a handful of times which she’d managed to not mess her diaper immediately after fifth period, and absolutely no occasions when she’d managed to make it all the way to the end of the school day. This was, at least in part, due to her mom’s insistence that she at least try to poop before her daily change. In any case, however, she’d always managed at least a little discretion when she needed to use her diapers, even if it was just wetting, but today was different. Today, she was going to mess herself completely before the class was even half over, and there was absolutely nothing she could do about it.
If she was honest with herself, Berkley knew she was in trouble from the time she woke up. When she’d awoken, her stomach had been aching, and in Berkley’s case, that only ever meant one thing: She needed to poop. She’d tried to mess herself before school, but with little success, as only a few pebbles had been expelled, and with absolutely no relief from the pain in her stomach. Though she’d tried for at least twenty minutes, she’d been unable to expel anything more, and was forced to give it up, have her mother change her extraordinarily quickly, and go to school.
By the end of second period, her stomach had been aching fiercely, much more than it had been when she’d first woken up. It was at this point that she admitted to herself that the day might end very, very badly. With no alternative, she was forced to wait it out, hoping that she may just have a buildup of gas, and nothing more. By fourth period, however, she realized that wasn’t the case when she began letting out muffled, though still audible farts, which drew a lot of unwanted attention her way, and did nothing to relieve the pain in her stomach. Then, towards the end of that class, she felt something in her stomach shift, and knew she needed to poop, and that her body wasn’t going to listen to her mind’s pleas for patience.
Now here she sat, less than fifteen minutes into her fifth period class, with beads of sweat running down her pink face, as gas escaped her body through the southern exit in wet burps, which had already drawn the attention of several of her classmates. She held herself tightly against her chain, hoping against all hope that her body wouldn’t be able to expel anything solid as long as she gave it no room to do so. It would be painful, but she thought she might actually be able to last until the end of class, as long as she didn’t have to stand.
To her horror, however, she felt a jet of warm liquid squeeze through her last bodily defense, and realized it would only be a matter of seconds before more liquid stench seeped from her, and seconds after that it would be gushing in torrents, until she was forced to abandon her defenses, when she would inevitably lift her butt, and in that very instant, expel a hot mixture of semi-solid and solid chunks, amidst a flood of steaming brown water, which not even her dimmest classmates could mistake for a fart. They would see, and they would know.
Berkley didn’t even have time to think before the very thing she had just imagined so vividly occurred in reality, giving her a strange sense of déjà vu. It was almost as if a physical presence was forcing her to straighten her knees, lifting her butt up and giving the treacherous muck inside her just the space it needed to perform its escape. As the first heavy warmth settled into the padding and caused her diaper to sag, Berkley was suddenly very aware that the teacher had stopped talking, and almost every one of her classmates was staring, and many were snickering. A few looked appalled, and a few were dozing quietly, and were thus missing what would hopefully be a one-time occurrence.
Berkley’s mind was racing now; trying desperately to maintain what remained of her dignity, even as the last of it abandoned her with a gurgle, and a cramp so painful that Berkley seized up, and expelled hot liquid from both her bowels as well as her bladder, which had let go with no without warning.
The pain subsided, and Berkley opened her eyes again, and she suddenly felt like she was going to faint. Without asking for the teacher’s permission, she grabbed her backpack, and scooped up the papers off of her desk before running headfirst out the door, where she immediately heard her audience burst into laughter at the most embarrassing moment of her life.
In a daze, she stumbled down the hall, barely aware that she was stumbling as she ran. She could hardly see, as her eyes clouded with tears, which filled up her eyes and broke in fresh streams down her cheeks. Her throat closed up painfully as her chest began to heave, and she found herself sobbing.
She finally stumbled into a bathroom; not the one closest to her classroom, because as Berkley knew very well, if a student wasn’t feeling well, the teacher would send another student to the nearest bathroom to check on them shortly thereafter. She thought she might die of embarrassment if she were found in her current state by anyone from her class, or anyone from the school for that matter.
She stayed in that bathroom, locked in the furthest stall from the door, until at long last, she heard the bell rang, and immediately burst from the restroom and out into the parking lot, where her mom was waiting for her. She begged her mom to take her home, and explained to her all that had just occurred. When Berkley finished her explanation, she was pleased that her mom had agreed to take her home for the rest of the day. Following school protocol, however, she had to inform the principal that she’d be taking her home.
Berkley waited in the car for what seemed like an hour, though the clock on the dashboard told her that only twenty minutes had passed. She couldn’t believe how bad she smelled; between her and Bailey, she’d always had the fouler smelling poop, but even this was above and beyond anything she’d ever produced before, and though she normally enjoyed sitting in a messy diaper for maybe an hour or so before deciding she was overdue for a change, she’d been ready for a change the moment she’d messed. At long last, Beth came back, but the look on her face didn’t make Berkley any happier.
Beth climbed into the car and looked over at her youngest daughter with her lips were pursed, and her eyebrows were raised. She sighed, shook her head in a, “What am I going to do with you?” way, and opened her mouth to speak.
“I told them you’ve been having some trouble getting to the toilet on time, like I had to with your sister a few years back when she started having trouble with her bladder control. There shouldn’t be any trouble with the staff the next time you go to class. I’ll take you home today, but I want you to know, you may have to convince them, if you get my meaning.”
Berkley of course understood perfectly well what her mom was asking of her; her mom wanted her to have some more, “accidents” in school, so she could convince the staff that she really needed diapers. Unfortunately, this meant she could virtually say good-bye to her few remaining friends, and that she would be subjecting herself to numerous new taunts, jeers, insults and nicknames. It had been bad enough when the kids just thought she’d “let one rip” so to speak. Now, even if she does just “let one rip,” they might as well assume she’d messed herself. Berkley loved her diapers, and knew she’d always love wetting and messing, but thought that the end of the school year, or at the very least Winter Break, couldn’t come soon enough. At least she would get the next week off for Thanksgiving Break, when her classroom accident might fade into obscurity.
The End of Baby Bailey Bruhn – Chapter Sixteen.
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