Baby Bailey Bruhn – Chapter Twenty-Five – Bailey’s Suspicions
A couple of weeks passed, during which Bailey and Eric had hardly had time to hang out together, due to his rigorous work schedule, which was now so much more hectic than it had been when they’d first met. Much to the surprise of Beth and Berkley, Bailey had begun messing her diapers again. Though they didn’t know it, she’d begun doing it to please Eric – All throughout the time she’d been punished, she’d disliked messing herself, aside from towards the end of the punishment where she’d come to regard it as just another part of her daily routine. Now that she wasn’t being coerced into messing herself, she felt much less shameful about doing it – in fact, when she’d hang out with Eric, she rather enjoyed having him change her.
Bailey acknowledged that when she messed at home now, she couldn’t expect to have her mom change her, and that she’d have to take care of the cleanup by herself. This didn’t bother her as much as one would think, though she did try to make it to the bathroom whenever she was having an upset stomach, which tended to happen for a few days in a row each month. Her messes during that period of time were usually very gassy and almost completely liquid – not at all pleasant in Bailey’s mind. She thought she could handle the solid messes pretty well, and maybe even the semi-solid ones without too much complaining, but the liquid ones were out of the question.
Bailey woke up one weekday morning in mid-March feeling particularly refreshed. She knew that if she were to see Eric today, it’d be much later in the afternoon, probably around five o’clock or so, depending on how late his job kept him. She felt the vague need to poop, but held it off for the time being. She got out of bed and saw that Berkley’s door was shut. This struck her as odd, since Berkley only ever closed her door when she was inside her room, and she should be in school at the moment.
Bailey walked down the hall to her sister’s door and heard a low humming coming from inside. It sounded like it may be Berkley’s computer, but she couldn’t be sure. She knocked lightly on Berkley’s door – no answer. Slightly uneasy, she opened the door.
The room was empty – Evidently Berkley was gone after all. Still her computer was on, and Bailey suddenly felt a strong urge to see what her sister might be up to. She moved the wireless mouse a fraction of an inch and the screensaver disappeared. Everything looked normal at first, until her eyes fell on the names of the minimized tabs at the bottom of the screen: One clearly had the words, “Diaper Lover Community” In the title. This virtually confirmed in Bailey’s mind everything she’d come to suspect about her little sister, and yet it still seemed so strange – How had Berkley come to enjoy diapers in the first place, when she’d been out of them for years and years?
Bailey slicked her gaze to another tab and saw that it said “Adult Baby Support Community.” This intrigued her slightly, as the concept of an adult being a baby seemed quite unusual. Sure, she and Berkley had both been treated like babies to a degree for some time, though this had mostly focused on their requirement to wear diapers all the time, not to mention using them. Their beds had been converted into oversized cribs, and their clothes had been somewhat baby-ish, she supposed, but that was about it. They’d both been given pacifiers and bottled to drink from, but they weren’t exactly required to do either.
Curious to see what this, “Adult Baby Support Community” was all about, she maximized the tab. What she saw was a bit surprising, but nothing too absurd. It was the main page of a website, and had a picture of a man and woman, both dressed in infantile clothes, sucking on pacifiers. This seemed to be very much what their mom had intended for their punishment. Berkley, however, seemed to be positively thrilled with the idea. Judging by the link at the top of the page that read, “Sign Out?,” Berkley had even created an account at this site.
Bailey felt a little ashamed of herself for having looked at her sister’s computer and learned this most intimate detail about her. She couldn’t exactly be mad at Berkley – if her sister liked diapers, then she wasn’t so different from Eric. She didn’t think Eric cared much for seeing her in baby clothes, or seeing her sucking on a pacifier, but the two seemed very similar in Bailey’s mind.
Wanting to stop, wanting to leave with the knowledge she’d already gained about her sister and spare herself any more guilt, she minimized the tab, but saw one more open. This one was a word document, titled, “The Strange Year.” That didn’t sound too weird – she knew Berkley liked to write short stories in her spare time – she’d written a few page and a half to five page stories over the years, ever since she’d gotten her own computer. Usually, when they were finished, she’d come to Bailey and have her read them to see if they were any good – they always were.
When Bailey clicked the tab to maximize it, however, her eyes darted first to the page count. Her jaw dropped as she read, “Page 126 of 126.” Bailey looked at the font and saw that it was tiny – size 10, maybe smaller. If the entire document was written in such minute letters, it must be a long, long story indeed. She scrolled all the way to the top and began reading.
About three pages in, Bailey got a sneaking suspicion that this was more than just any old story – it was a story about diapers. Bailey read on, page after page, until she had gone over twenty-five pages in, at which point she began to recognize things that had actually happened, altered to fit into the story. She realized the main character, a girl named Berlin, must be based on Berkley herself. She had an older sister, named Arianna, who was incontinent, though the age difference was greater, at around five years. Their mother had also been rendered incontinent after childbirth, but this time it had been the older sibling that had done the damage, not the younger. There were a number of differences between the characters of the story and the people they seemed to be based off of. Their physical descriptions didn’t quite match up and Berkley’s counterpart, Berlin, was much more prone to outbursts than Berkley really was, often bursting into tears any time she used her diaper. The mother in this story was also much less likeable than their own mother. She had punished Berlin for a series of accidents she’d had that had occurred due to circumstances outside of her control, as opposed to getting caught wearing a diaper, as had happened to Berkley.
Bailey looked over at the clock, saw that she’d spent nearly forty-five minutes reading, and stood up. She was very aware that her diaper was soaked, but paid no mind to that – her diaper could soak up quite a bit, and she knew it. What bothered her was that she needed to poop, but she wanted to see where Berkley’s story was leading. She pushed the thought out of mind – if she intended to finish reading this very long story before Berkley got home from school in a couple of hours, she’d need to put her body’s needs aside for the time being. A year ago, she knew she’d be able to hold it in for a couple of hours with no difficulty, but her prolonged used of diapers as her only means of relieving herself had greatly diminished her control, so she could hold it comfortably for only an hour or so, and uncomfortably for another half an hour. She was trying to build up her control again, and figured this would be an opportune moment to do so.
Bailey continued to read chapter after chapter of Berkley’s story, becoming increasingly aware with each passing minute that her bowels were in uproar. Her stomach wasn’t upset, so she doubted she’d have diarrhea, but knew that when she did poop, there would be a lot of it. She kept pushing the need away, however, as her mind was hell-bent on finishing this story. It was, after all, very well written, and almost biographical in the way it was written. The story was really about Berkley, or in this case, Berlin, but there were various chapters devoted entirely to Arianna, and as the story went on, the similarities became impossible to ignore. It was almost as if Berkley had somehow gotten into her head and copied her thoughts and feelings out in the word document. When she got to the chapter about her new boyfriend, a young man named Shawn, the similarities diverged slightly, due to Berkley having no real idea what the two of them did, but Berkley had at least pinpointed the uncomfortable revelation between Arianna and Shawn when she revealed she wore diapers.
An hour later, she could no longer ignore the uncomfortable feeling in her bowels and had to make a split-second decision – to mess or to go to the bathroom. If she waited any longer, the decision would be made for her. She didn’t want to leave the story without finishing it – she was only thirty pages from the end, and was sure she’d be able to finish reading it before Berkley got home if she sacrificed her opportunity to go to the bathroom. If she took time to go to the bathroom, she might never get a chance to see how the story turns out.
Squirming and sweating, she opted for the only choice that seemed rational at the time – she got up and squatted. Seconds later, at the slightest push, she felt the all-too-familiar sensation of warm, solid waste inching its way out of her body, coiling into a single, monstrous pile in the seat of her diaper, and pressing against her skin. It wasn’t an uncomfortable sensation to her anymore, as it once had been. Without a second thought about her situation, she sat back down at the computer. She shuddered at the feeling of the mess being flattened as the bulk of the mess was displaced. She had never enjoyed sitting in a messy diaper, though she’d done so on a couple of occasions for Eric, who sometimes, though not often, requested that she stay in a messy diaper for longer than she normally would.
Pushing thoughts of how bad the clean-up would be later out of her head, she went back to reading. She finished the story faster than she’d thought – fast enough that she had time to think with a little bitterness that she would have had plenty of time to go to the bathroom, come back, and finish reading and wouldn’t be stuck sitting here in a messy diaper. She looked at the clock and saw that it was only ten minutes until three, and Berkley would be home in half an hour. She minimized the story and got up again, stretching her legs and shifting her weight to try to make the diaper sticking to her behind a little more comfortable. She realized with a touch of unease that the room must now smell terribly of her poop and she scampered out the door, hoping the smell would dissipate before Berkley got home.
She went back to her room and changed her diaper, wrinkling her nose in disgust at the smell – it had been a solid mess, but it had smelled much worse than usual, and that was saying something. It took her several minutes to get cleaned up and re-diapered, and when she was finished, she sighed with relief. She always felt much better after changing out of a messy diaper.
Twenty minutes later, as Bailey waited in the living room, Berkley arrived and Bailey crossed her fingers, hoping the smell had dissipated enough that Berkley wouldn’t be able to smell it. As Berkley passed by her, however, Bailey noticed that Berkley was waddling, and that there was a distinct smell of poop lingering around her. Berkley seemed to have a messy diaper as well, which was all well and good to her, because it might help Berkley to mistake any lingering odor for her own.
That seemed to do the trick, as Bailey followed Berkley up the stairs, and watched as Berkley paused for half a moment in the doorway of her room, walked inside and dropped off her backpack. Berkley turned her head toward the computer for a second, then exited her room to go downstairs, where she would be changed into a clean diaper.
Bailey sighed with relief as Berkley passed by her on the way down the stairs without a word. She then finished her trek up the steps and took refuge in her own room, shut the door and turned on her own computer. It wasn’t as new as Berkley’s, who had spent all the money she’d earned from a summer of baby-sitting on a new computer, but it still ran well enough. She brought up her search engine and typed in, “Adult Baby Support Community” and recognized the first link as the one she wanted, and without any clear idea as to why, she created an account there.
The End of Baby Bailey Bruhn – Chapter Twenty-Five.
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