Baby Bailey Bruhn – Chapter Nineteen – Eric and Bailey
Bailey had been out of her punishment for a little more than a week. She’d delighted in every opportunity in which she was allowed to unlock the bathroom door, close it behind her, drop her pants, and use the toilet like a normal adult should, with the only flaw being she needed to undo her diaper first. She could remember the days quite well when she still wore normal, cloth panties, and how quickly she used to be able to slide them down before sitting herself upon the porcelain throne. She didn’t complain, however, as she’d gotten quite used to her diapers, and had perhaps even grown fond of them over the past six months.
She’d awoken this morning in early January, with the distinct urge to poop. Still groggy, and more than a little unwilling to get up just yet, she’d gone ahead and relaxed herself to begin filling her diaper when she remembered that she didn’t need to do that anymore. She quickly stopped herself, which was a close call in its own right, and hopped to her feet. She opened her desk drawer, removed the key which lay therein, and skipped off down the hall, where the bathroom door stood resolutely shut. She forced the key into the lock, turned it with a casual twist of her wrist, and opened the door.
She placed the key into her pocket, and turned toward the toilet. She carefully undid her jeans. Now that she was back to wearing them, she had to remind herself to unbutton and unzip her pants slowly, or else run the risk of getting some of the plastic from her diaper caught in the zipper and ripping it. That, at least, had been one of the benefits of wearing jumpers all the time; the jumpers could be removed simply by sliding off the shoulder straps and stepping out of them.
With her pants unzipped, Bailey set to work untaping her diaper, while making sure not to tug too hard, which, like the zipper, might rip the plastic. Admitted, she hadn’t had a problem with the plastic ripping since her first few months in diapers, back in high school, before she’d gotten used to changing herself. She used to try to undo them quickly, hoping to get to the toilet before wetting herself, and as a result, her diapers would rip in places, and she’d be forced to get a whole new diaper, even if she hadn’t used the first one.
She finally managed to get the diaper untaped, but realized at once that she’d need to change her diaper anyways. The diaper was, after all, thoroughly soaked. Rarely anymore, did she ever wake up in a dry diaper, and today was no different. It was in quite poor shape, and the smell of stale urine hit her nose seconds after she’d undone the tapes. She’d gotten somewhat used to being changed on her back, where the smell of her used diapers didn’t often reach her, but now that she was back to changing herself, she needed to get used to the fact that there would be downsides.
She put the used diaper into the diaper bin which stood between the sink and the toilet, and sat herself on the toilet, where she sighed contentedly as she began to empty her bowels not into her diaper, but into an actual toilet. Sure, it was something she’d done several times since Christmas, but she still felt her heart skip a beat as soon as she felt her body expelling the warm, solid masses of poop, and not having to feel it pressing against her skin. She smiled with each liquid “plunk” she heard, and even at the occasional backsplash that managed to reach her. When she had finished, she tried very hard to pee a little bit, but only a small drizzle came out. She gave it up as a bad job, wiped, and stood up.
She pulled a fresh diaper out of the cabinet beneath the sink and quickly, but proficiently put it on, in case her bladder decided it would be a good time to empty itself again, whilst she stood there, unprotected. She knew she didn’t feel like she needed to pee, but that was no different than usual. If she could tell she needed to pee, after all, she’d likely never have needed diapers in the first place. A few years back, when all the trouble with her bladder had started, she’d more often than not be able to tell she needed to go to the bathroom, even if she couldn’t make it there on time, but over time, that sensation that told her she should get her butt moving to the nearest bathroom had faded into nothing.
Bailey had barely gotten her jeans back on when she heard her phone going off back in her room. She grabbed the door, twisted the lock shut on her way out, and pulled the door closed with a resounding thud. She managed to grab her phone off of the charger by her bed before it stopped ringing, and was more than a little pleased to hear the soft, semi-melodious voice of Eric greet her from the other end.
“Good morning, my Love,” he said happily, sounding much more awake than Bailey felt.
“G-Good morning,” she replied, trying and failing to suppress a yawn as she spoke. She was pleased to hear from him, yes, but she had also been hoping to go back to bed and get at least another hour or two worth of sleep. They had, however, had so very little time to spend together lately, due to his relentless work schedule, that she was more than willing to wake up a bit early for him.
“Aw, you sound sleepy. Did I wake you up?” He asked, and Bailey knew he was smiling.
“Nope, I’d just gotten up a few minutes ago but am still dead tired,” she replied, successfully suppressing a yawn as she finished the last word.
“You can go back to sleep then, and I can wake you up in another hour or so,” he said, somehow sounding both unconcerned and a little put-off at the same time.
“No, no, it’s alright. Did you want to hang out?” Bailey asked, as she laid back down on her bed, and rolled over onto her side.
“Well, yes, that’s actually why I was calling. I have a few hours before I need to go to work, and wanted to know if you’d like to join me for some breakfast? I seem to have accidentally prepared just enough scrambled eggs, pancakes, and toast for two, and yet I am the only one here. Rather unfortunate, really, since I don’t think I can eat it all by myself. Luckily, I’ve planned ahead, and am already parked outside.”
Bailey didn’t hesitate, but squeaked loudly, “Be right out!” and was immediately on her feet. She was down the stairs and out the door mere seconds later, having streaked right passed her mom, who was sipping coffee at the kitchen table.
She grinned widely as she saw Eric’s car sitting in the driveway beside the van, and hear the electric locks pop up just before she pulled up the handle and hopped inside. She leaned over and kissed him gently on the cheek, and was pleased to see him smile.
Bailey pulled her seatbelt over her shoulder, clicked it into place and a moment later the two of them were off. Though they’d been together for a while now, she’d only ever been over to his house on a few occasions times, all of which had been whilst his parents were present, and she was more than a little glad that they were gone this time. She was sure her mom wouldn’t approve of her being left alone in an empty house with a boy, however, but what her mom didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her. Besides, she wasn’t ready for sex. Not yet, anyways.
Oh, it wasn’t that she didn’t think of it now and then, and Eric was certainly attractive enough – Hell, it wasn’t even like they were completely platonic, but in the end, her diaper had always remained firmly in place, and Eric’s underwear had never come off, though occasionally he needed to change them when they were done. Bailey just had a strong suspicion that Eric had some sort of weird fetish about her diaper, and she wasn’t sure she liked that. Whenever they were getting into it, for example, and her jeans would come off, he’d immediately run his hands over her padded behind, and however aroused he’d been before, he immediately became ten times more so.
Now they were pulling into his driveway, and Bailey saw for herself that Eric’s parents were indeed gone. Both his mom’s car and his dad’s truck were absent from the driveway. Eric was out and around to Bailey’s side of the car before she’d even registered they’d come to a complete stop, and was helping her out of the car.
“Careful,” he said, “The driveway’s still a little icy. I salted it before I came to get you, but it doesn’t seem to have done as good of a job as I’d hoped.”
Bailey stepped out, and was immediately glad Eric had taken hold of her, because the ground seemed to disappear from under her as soon as she stood up. She bumped her head on the car, and saw lights popping in front of her eyes for a split second, but Eric pulled her back and stopped her from falling all the way to the ground. The two of them chuckled as they walked to the door, with Bailey trying to run the spot on her head that she’d bumped, and Eric trying to kiss it.
Once inside, they each kicked off their shoes by the door. Bailey followed him, hand-in-hand, into the dining room, where two plates, piled high with eggs and toast and pancakes, were waiting for them. Eric let go of her hand and pulled her chair out for her, and she blushed. Always treated her like royalty, something which embarrassed her occasionally. She sat down, and Eric joined her at the other set place a moment later.
The two of them ate greedily and managed to clear their plates within a few short minutes. Eric finished first, and as soon as Bailey had cleaned her own plate, he whisked it away to the kitchen, where a few clinking noises told her he’d put it in the dishwasher. He returned a moment later carrying a couple of soda’s, asked if she wanted one, and passed her one when she said she would. He took her free hand and led her to the couch. He motioned for her to sit, to which she complied. He vanished for a couple of minutes before coming back holding a DVD case, and smiling.
Bailey grinned when she saw what movie it was that Eric held up, “The Princess Bride,” one of her all time favorite movies. She relaxed a bit more after he put the movie in and sat down next to her. She even consented to rest her head against his chest. She didn’t even care about the creeping warmth spreading through her diaper, or the slightly increased “thump-thump” of Eric’s heart, pounding in her ear as her bladder’s contents sprayed loudly into the absorbent padding.
Less than halfway through the movie, Bailey had fallen asleep and woke up just as the credits finished rolling. She’d awoken to Eric shaking her gently, whispering, “Wake up, my Love. The movie’s over.” She stretched and yawned, and gasped as she realized that her diaper was much bulkier than usual – she’d evidently wet quite a bit more in her sleep and she wondered if Eric had noticed. She hoped he hadn’t, but wasn’t really concerned if he had – it wouldn’t have been the first time she’d wet in her sleep with him around, and it didn’t look to be the last.
“Come on, let’s head upstairs,” Eric said, a mischievous grin on his face, as he helped her up from the overly comfortable couch.
Bailey looked at the clock – it was a little after noon.
“When will your parents be home?” she asked, knowing that Eric wanted to fool around for a while, both from the mischievous grin he’d given her and a quick glance down at his pants. She had no problem with fooling around with him, so long as her diaper remained on the whole time.
“Oh, Dad’s on a business trip; he left two days ago, and Mom should be at the office until around 6 or 7pm.” He said, and kissed her firmly in the middle of her forehead.
“Ah, alright then –” said Bailey, and she lunged at him, kissing every part of his face she could reach, though being a good deal shorter than him, wasn’t saying much. She grabbed his forearm and tugged him toward the stairs that lead up to his room, and he followed without a shred of hesitation.
The two young adults stomped up the stairs with all the energy of children running to their parents room to tell them, “Mom! Dad! Santa came!” Bailey released his arm as they entered his door and leaped onto his bed, which bounced her back into the air a couple of times, then settled. Eric stopped as he entered the doorway, pulled the door shut and thumbed the lock shut – “Just in case; sometimes my mom comes home early.”
It was only as they’d begun getting particularly physical that Bailey remembered that her diaper was soaked to the core, and really wished she’d gone to change before hauling him up here, because now that they were going, she didn’t want to stop. Admitted, the only things that had come off so far were their shirts and her bra, but she knew their pattern, and within a few minutes, the pants would be coming off, and Eric would actually see the ruined diaper – something she’d managed to prevent up until now.
Sure enough, after a few more minutes of purely blissful make-out time, Eric began trying to undo the button on her jeans. She wanted to smack it away, to tell him, “Not this time,” but couldn’t. Some part of her brain didn’t want to interrupt the fun time they were enjoying just to go change – it’d be like going, “Hold that sexy image of me while I go to the John.”
Eric finally got the button undone, all the while kissing and stroking her passionately all over. He undid her zipper next, reared up and tugged at the waistband, which slid amazingly easily all the way off. He took one glace at her yellowed diaper and chuckled bashfully to himself, before unbuttoning his own jeans, and kicking them off haphazardly, almost knocking over a tall lamp as he did so.
Bailey knew she must look a sight – a grown woman, with shoulder-length brown hair and bright green eyes, dressed in absolutely nothing but an obviously wet, bulging diaper. Eric, oddly enough, didn’t seem to mind, and from what Bailey could see of him as he stood over her in just his underwear, found it very sexy. There was no hiding it from her – Eric had been excited before just from making out, but it was seeing her like this – diapered and wet, that really got him going, and Bailey found herself oddly alright with this confirmed suspicion, completely contrary to how she’d thought before.
“If I have a problem, and that problem is a turn-on for my boyfriend, then it may not be a problem at all,” she thought to herself, and Eric positioned himself between her thighs.
Several minutes of pure ecstasy for the both later, in which Bailey’s thighs were burning like she’d run a mile, they were finished. Eric had asked only once if they could do anything more than “The dry stuff” as they both called it, despite the fact that neither of them was very dry anymore – Bailey’s diaper was on the verge of leaking, her bladder having emptied itself again at the height of her pleasure, and Eric ‘s underwear now sporting a quarter-sized wet-patch from where he’d unloaded. Bailey had declined though, and she very dearly wondered how much longer either of them could wait. This time was the perfect example of what she was worried about – she’d wet when she came, and doubted it would have ended differently if he’d been inside her when it happened.
Bailey saw Eric fully naked for the first time that day; as he cleaned himself off with a couple of tissues right in front of her, he tried to wipe his underwear clean in a similar fashion, but couldn’t quite get it all out. As a result, he had to grab a new pair of underwear instead, sparing the briefest of glances her way as he pulled on a clean pair of boxer-briefs.
Bailey was tempted just to change herself in front of Eric, both because she knew he wouldn’t mind, and because he’d shown her all of him, and thought it would only be fair if she showed him all of her, but was just too embarrassed, and ventured to the bathroom to change herself instead.
They hung out for a couple more hours until it was time for Eric to head to work. During this time, Eric had prepared Bailey some more food, which she ate, despite the fact that she was still full from the amazing breakfast they’d eaten earlier that day. Therefore, by the time they were preparing to head on home, Bailey was already bursting to poop, but refused, knowing she was now permitted to use the toilet at home again.
Eric had taken notice of her desperate situation, but seemed unwilling to draw too much attention to this fact.
“Need to use the bathroom?” he’d said, after one particular moment of weakness, in which Bailey had bounced uneasily in her seat, one hand rubbing her stomach.
“Yeah,” Bailey said plainly, not wanting to discuss it much. She’d knew Eric would like for her to mess her diaper, even if he wasn’t there to see it, but she wouldn’t. She’d convinced herself that it was ok to wet, but when it came to messing, that was something she’d only do if she couldn’t stop herself, or if it was just too inconvenient to go to the bathroom. If her mom hadn’t assured her at the end of her punishment that it was alright, she still wouldn’t even consider it an option whatsoever.
Eric simply nodded attentively as he turned onto Bailey’s street. He gave her a quick kiss and swatted her playfully on the butt as she went to get out of his car. The results of this were fairly unexpected, but very welcome to Eric.
Bailey had to pinch her cheeks together tighter than she could ever remember doing, as she stood up straight and placed both hands over her butt.
“Close one,” she said a little loudly, as she took a few casual steps away from the car. Though she’d managed to avoid messing herself through sheer force of will – her bowel control was still very poor compared to what it had once been – she’d expelled a warm cloud of gas, and didn’t want Eric to smell it. She waved Eric off, blew him a kiss and ran inside. She barely managed to make it up all those god-forsaken stairs whilst pinching her cheeks together all the way. Somehow she managed it though, and seconds later had unlocked the door, stripped off her jeans and diaper, and sat herself on the toilet, before expelling what seemed like a hundred pounds of hot mud.
The End of Baby Bailey Bruhn – Chapter Nineteen.
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