Baby Bailey Bruhn – Chapter Twenty-Two – Berkley’s Birthday Part One
It was now early March, and Berkley was excited for her upcoming birthday just a few days away. She knew it was all too likely that she’d receive nothing more than a few more jumpers, some new pacifiers, a blanket, some rubber toys, and maybe a few custom-made diapers, which if would probably say something like, “Mommy’s Princess” or something similar. What Berkley was really excited for, however, was that she’d now be an adult, and legally be able to sign up for those sites she frequented so often.
Over the past few weeks, she’d been typing vigorously away at her computer, adding page after page to her already monumental story – where she might finally wrap it up and call it quits, she had no idea. Even though she’d neglected her story for what seemed like a couple of months whilst her real life-issues had taken priority, she was now over ninety pages into it in very small font. She’d changed a few details around since the early days of her story – The names of the characters, the basis of the plot, how the main character, based on herself, of course, had come to be diapered in the first place. It seemed, in fact, to be a completely different story than the one she’d started so many months ago, but it seemed infinitely better – more original.
With her birthday merely a few days away, she was desperately struggling to finish up her story, though the more she typed, the more ideas she came up with and the wider her story spread, with twists and problems to become. Whole story arcs seemed to pop up every few pages, and with each new story arc came a new chapter. She wanted more than anything to finish it, but it seemed a goal which was completely insurmountable. By the time she went to bed that night, she’d topped her story off for the night at exactly one-hundred pages in length, and knew that there were at least a few ideas which she’d gotten as she lay in bed, which she must remember to tie into the story the next time she sat down to write.
The next day was a Friday, so she had to get up for school. Unfortunately, the snowy weather they’d been experiencing in later January, which had persisted on and off throughout the course of February, had ceased. There hadn’t been any new snowfall in over a week, though there were still a few inches of snow on the grown, now turned mostly brown from the mud on the few semi-warm days they’d gotten so far. The weather was still bitter cold today, however, and she wished beyond all hope that she didn’t have to get out of her warm, comfy bed.
She got out of bed, her diaper wet and sagging, though she couldn’t remember wetting it consciously, and blushed slightly at the idea that she may be well on her way to becoming a true bed wetter. She shambled on down the stairs, where her mom changed her, and ate a quick breakfast before getting dressed and heading on out the door.
Her day went by much the same as it had before, with her art class being as enjoyable as ever, thanks to Oliver. Because of him, she was at least able to enjoy some part of her classes, though on one particular occasion, she’d been forced to mess herself right next to him because the urge to poop had gotten so bad, she’d have gotten caught shifting from side to side before too long. She was petrified the whole time, thinking she would never be able to look him in the eye again, but as soon as he’d caught on to what had just happened, he’d gone over to the art teacher and explained that Berkley needed to go to the nurse’s office. When she’d gotten back a few minutes later, nice and clean, he’d simply asked, “Better?” to which she’d simply nodded, being far too embarrassed for words.
When Berkley got home that afternoon, she immediately began typing out the things in her story which had been building up all day, adding on to the things she’d come up with the night before but had not had time to type out. Little by little her story grew, and by the time she had to go to bed that night, she’d miraculously managed to type out five more pages, but had unfortunately come no closer to an ending. If anything, the plot had become even more muddled, with several main characters intertwined throughout various chapters, with disconnected plot holes that she kept meaning to fix, but kept forgetting about.
Thoroughly exhausted and more than a little miffed that her story writing had gotten her absolutely nowhere despite her efforts, she went to bed and was out like a light within minutes. When she awoke the next morning, she thought to herself, “Tomorrow’s my birthday, and I’ll be spending it in diapers…” The thought was both pleasing and displeasing at the same time. She loved her diapers dearly and had come to identify herself among the diapered communities online as an Adult Baby, despite not yet being an adult. She was close enough though, as he eighteenth birthday was less than twenty-four hours away. Despite identifying herself as an adult baby, however, she also longed for the life she’d had back before all of this had happened. She missed her friends, she missed her popularity, and sometimes she even missed using the toilet. This last bit was, however, the part she missed least of all the things she’d given up for a chance to be diapered.
Before her punishment had begun so many months prior, if she had to give herself a title in the adult baby community, she’d have called herself a diaper lover, or rather a diaper enthusiast, having never really had the chance to enjoy them personally. She’d relished in the thought of them, though, and had wondered for some time why diapers weren’t widely accepted among people between the ages of two and eighty, when they were such a good alternative to impractical bathroom breaks. It wasn’t merely a fantasy back then, she had genuinely been confused why nobody had thought of it, and after immersing herself however much she could in the diapered community, it had struck her that a lot of people HAD thought of it, but that they were viewed as weird and dysfunctional by the wider world.
Over the last few months, Berkley had come to identify herself not so much as a diaper lover though, and had begun to lean more toward the Adult Baby side of the diapered community. She thoroughly enjoyed her diapers, not because it was a sexual appeal to her, but because they were practical, they were comfortable, and as an added bonus, they were downright adorable. She didn’t like to admit it, but she really loved her onesies and her jumpers, her rattles and even her crib. She even liked having somebody else change her diapers for her, her one previous experience of changing her own diapers having been tarnished by being found out by a random stranger. She’d prefer it if -Oliver- somebody else would change her diapers though, instead of her mom. Having her mom change her diapers had become slightly less awkward after nearly eight months of changes, though it did occasionally cross her mind, particularly when she’d had a bad day already, that there was something wrong with a mother changing her diapers.
Berkley lay in her bed with her eyes closed for several minutes after waking up a little before noon that Saturday morning in early March. Her bladder had been throbbing painfully when she’d first awoken, and without so much as a second’s hesitation, she’d opened the flood gates. She was now reveling in the warm dampness, breathing deeply to catch the salty-sweet aroma of her own soggy diaper – the mixture of urine and baby powder was one of her all-time favorite smells. She needed to poop as well, but put it out of her mind for now – the need was there, but it wasn’t urgent. If she’d been in school, she would have gone ahead and messed without a second thought, because it was a necessary part of her ruse.
Here at home, however, she still exercised some control, however little, over her bodily functions. She didn’t know why – if her plans proceeded as she intended, she’d be in diapers for the rest of her life, day in and day out forever. No, Berkley Bruhn had no intention of going back to using the toilet after her year in diapers was up. She knew her mom had tried to use the overexposure tactic on her, like when a parent has found out their child has started smoking and forces them to smoke an entire carton non-stop, so the kid will get disgusted by cigarettes. In her case, however, the overexposure tactic had backfired, and she’d come to enjoy her diapers more than she’d ever dreamed she would.
After about ten minutes of lying in her crib with the sun beating down on her face, turning the insides of her eyelids a violent red, Berkley sat up and rubbed her eyes before yawning loudly. She looked over at the clock on top of her dresser, which told her it was a quarter past eleven in the morning. She’d slept in, but not as much as she’d expected to. Normally on a Saturday, she’d stay asleep for another hour or so. As it was, she opened the hatch on her crib and climbed on out. She poked her head out of the door to her room and heard the shower going at the end of the hall – evidently Bailey was enjoying her bathroom privileges again. Berkley had been forced to take baths instead of showers since the start of her punishment, and could only do so when her mom was present.
Berkley waddled downstairs and saw her mom sitting on the couch, reading a newspaper with the Five-Day Weather Forecast muted on the TV across the room from her. Her mom looked up over the newspaper as Berkley waddled into the living room, asked casually if Berkley needed to be changed. As Berkley had just wet and knew she’d be messing before too long, she said no. Her mother looked down as the bulge beneath Berkley’s onesies, which was quite swollen and sagging as much as the onesies would allow, and cast Berkley a skeptical look.
“Well,” Berkley began, “I do need changed, I suppose, just not yet. I can still get some more, uh…use…out of this diaper.” She blushed ever-so-slightly at the word, “use” and what it implied. Berkley’s mom, however, simply shrugged, gave an acknowledging nod, and went back to reading the paper.
Berkley got herself a bottle out of the refrigerator, popped the rubber nipple into her mouth and began suckling away at it as she made her way back upstairs. She got back to her room, turned her computer back on from the night before and sat down at her computer desk, thinking hard about what she could do with her story, how she could tie up some of these loose ends and finally resolve the plot which had dragged on for what seemed an unnecessary amount of time.
Twenty minutes went by and she’d hardly written two lines. Part of this was because she was genuinely clueless where to go with the story, but mostly it was because her bowels were in uproar. She wasn’t sure what she’d eaten, but that semi-important urge earlier had gone from “This is your body speaking: please evacuate cargo load #2 as soon as you get the chance” to “Warning! Cargo load #2 has reached maximum capacity! We are currently venting auxiliary pressure! Total evacuation imminent!”
Berkley jumped to her feet just as a long, low sound issued from the seat of her diaper, followed by a burning jet of warm liquid, which shot out of her quite unintentionally. If she’d not been wearing a diaper, she may very well have had her first accident here today, when she was on the verge of adulthood. She thought, with no sense of humor, “This must be what people call ‘the squirts’.” She pushed a little, hoping the liquid would just be a precursor to something solid. Berkley liked messing herself, but only when the poop was at least semi-firm. Liquid mess was very acidic and uncomfortable. Not to mention it smelled worse than solid poop by far. She pushed more and more, but with each push came only more liquid, as if the entire meal now escaping her intestinal tract consisted of liquid.
Before Berkley had even finished messing, she had to open the door of her room, simply because the smell was now so unbearable. At last, she finished up, her rectum feeling as though it were on fire, and tears streaking down her cheeks from sheer discomfort. She immediately waddled down the hall and down the stairs, the sloshing of her watery mess making her wince with every step. At last, her mom saw her, and rushed over to her to take her hand. She did a double-take as the smell hit her nose, making her eyes water.
“Whew-wee!” she almost shouted as Berkley hopped up onto the changing table, and the smell began to fill the room. Beth donned a pair of thick latex gloves and stuffed some cotton balls in her nose, but even prepared thusly, she had to turn away for a moment upon opening her daughter’s diaper.
“Berk, in all the years I’ve raised you, I don’t think you’ve EVER made a stink this bad before!” She shouted with a laugh.
Berkley blushed, just wanting her mom to hurry up and finish the change. She’d left her computer on, with her story open, and her door unlocked and opened. She’d been away from the computer for several minutes now, and had heard Bailey’s shower shut off as soon as she’d gotten to the bottom of the stairs. She waited patiently, however, as she felt the cool, soothing wipes clear away most of the mess with their first pass. The messing was so bad, however, that it had gotten into easily infected places, and Beth warned Berkley that she’d need to just lie still as she cleaned her private regions extra carefully. Her face was burning; positively burning by the time her mom pronounced her clean, powdered her up and strapped her into a new, clean diaper.
When she was all diapered up once more, she didn’t even bother putting her onesies back on. Dressed in only a diaper and a plain white t-shirt, she darted back upstairs, locked the door to her bedroom behind her, and sat down at the computer. She half expected to find it scrolled all the way to the top, as if somebody had been reading it, but luckily disaster seemed to have been avoided. She didn’t even want to think what would happen if her sister or her mother found out about this story.
She spent the next few hours typing, deleting and retyping pages of her story. Several times she even went back to modify completed chapters just to make the new pages fit. By three o’clock, she’d gotten seven more pages added, and two hours later, an additional five. Her eyes burned, and her hands ached from so much speedy typing, but she finally felt she was getting somewhere. Inspiration had struck, it seemed, and she was finally tying all the plot holes together. No final ending was in sight yet, but she was at least getting the bulk of the problem out of the way and much more efficiently than she’d ever dared hope for.
She’d stopped typing by dinner, however, and eagerly counted down the hours and each passing minute until the clock struck twelve, and she’d be able to finally register at the forums which she’d been illegally visiting for several years now. Her heart beat faster each time she thought of the forums, and how she’d finally be able to share her story, longer by far than any other she’d stumbled across in her searches, with other people. Even in tiny print, the story was now over a hundred and ten pages long and with over sixty-thousand words it was almost the size of a small paperback novel.
Eight o’ clock came and went…nine o’ clock…She opened up her word document again, and began typing. She managed to type out another page as ten o’clock came and went. By eleven, she’d finished that particular chapter, and by twelve o’ clock, she’d gotten in another two and a half pages. As soon as the little numbers in the bottom right of her computer screen changed from “11:59” to “12:00”, she opened up her web browser and navigated her way to the sites she’d browsed for so long. She’d even set up a new email address just for this reason. One by one, she registered at her favorite AB/DL sites, waited for the confirmation e-mail of each, and activated the accounts. On one or two of the forums, she even bothered to post an introduction, though she knew all too well that she would receive numerous private messages from people that had seen her listed with the information, “Female – Adult Baby – Single.” She had been tempted to leave most of that information blank, and on some of the sites she registered at, she had, but she had to admit it to herself – she liked the attention.
By three in the morning, she’d already racked up a dozen or so posts on each forum she’d registered at, including one story-oriented site, at which she’d asked people what they’d thought about the premise of her story, which was now so fundamentally different from the one she’d started writing so many months ago. All of the people that had replied to her inquiry sounded pleased at the idea of such a story, and requested that she post it in full as soon as she could. She had replied, saying she’d post the story as soon as it was done, but cautioned them that such a long story had been months in the making and still seemed a long way from completion. When Berkley finally went to bed that night shortly before four, she sighed contentedly, as if she’d just won an award.
The End of Baby Bailey Bruhn – Chapter Twenty-Two.
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