Baby Bailey Bruhn – Chapter Twenty-Six – Anxious Times for Berkley
It was now the middle of April, and Berkley was finishing up another page of her story, her eyes burning from having spent the majority of the day on the computer, typing away with extreme vigor. She’d been churning out page after page after page with ease all day after inspiration had struck her in the form of Ollie. After weeks of hoping he’d do so, Oliver, now known as Ollie in Berkley’s mind, had asked her out. Over the course of the next few days, they’d spent much of their time together, and Berkley’s mind had cleared of all distractions each night after they parted ways, allowing ideas to come flooding in.
Berkley yawned sleepily as she saved her word document and closed out of the window. She was suddenly aware that her diaper was wet – not quite soaked, but more than a little damp. This had been happening more and more frequently – evidently after nearly ten months of wearing diapers all day, every day with no access to the toilet, her bladder control was finally bordering nil. She didn’t think of herself as incontinent, but rather as somebody who’d simply lost a major portion of their potty training. Based on many of the stories she’d read, she’d imagined that 24/7 diaper wear would have rendered her incontinent much sooner. She didn’t know if she was just extra resilient to the decay of her muscle control, or if the stories were just highly inaccurate, but what she did know was that she often found herself in a wet diaper without ever having realized she needed to pee.
A similar, though far less severe deterioration had begun with her bowels. She always knew when she needed to poop, but the thought process that had once allowed her to get to the bathroom on time before she ruined her underwear seemed to have disappeared. Now, except in certain circumstances, she never really thought, “I’ll hold it in for a bit, until I’m by myself.” Nowadays, she simply thought to herself, “Oh, I guess I need to poop,” at which point she invariably began filling her diaper, even while in unsuspecting company. This much more infantile state of mind had caused her a bit of embarrassment a few times, when she filled her diaper in public places, such as at the local bookstore, or when eating out at her favorite restaurants with Ollie.
Ollie, of course, took her messings in stride. He did, after all, believe that she really was incontinent, a fact that had been reinforced by her mother’s brief meeting with Ollie a few days prior, during which Berkley had accidentally begun to fill her diaper and her mom sniffed around for a moment, darted over to Berkley and checked her diaper in plain view of Ollie who stood by the doorway, looking resolutely nonplussed. Her mom had then put on a rather convincing display of how it was such a shame that Berkley’s condition didn’t seem to be getting any better. She assured Ollie that the doctor had told both her and Berkley that her incontinence would most likely be a temporary issue and would resolve itself in due course. She went on to say that Berkley had only been expected to be within diapers for a few weeks, maybe a couple of months at most, but that the doctor had evidently been wrong, and that Berkley’s control hadn’t improved in the slightest.
She didn’t want to relive her mom’s disastrous proclamation that she looked like she’d be in diapers for a long time to come – disastrous only to Ollie, whom she was sure would quickly lose interest in a girl who constantly pooped her pants like a toddler. She herself was quite content to remain in diapers for the rest of her life. Many of the people she’d read about online who had attempted to place themselves into a ‘diapered 24/7′ situation had expressed disdain for the difficulty of the lifestyle. Berkley had no such qualms. Despite her former popularity, she had never been much of a people person. She never did like most of her classmates, even the ones that had been in the popular cliques like she had once been. They’d been too loud, too interfering, too petty and too…childish. The thought made her smirk – a girl in diapers looking down on others her age as ‘childish.’ She put it all out of her mind – her ex-friends, her moms remarks and intentional embarrassment, all of it.
Sleepy, but determined to get changed out of her sagging, yellowed diaper before going to bed, lest she wake up with diaper rash again – she’d experienced her own fair share of it over the last ten months. She waddled downstairs, her diaper on display for all to see, and shuffled into the living room, where her mom was sitting, watching the late night news and crocheting what appeared to be a colorful dishcloth. She waddled over to the changing table, climbed up onto it, and within seconds heard her mom getting to her feet.
Berkley fought off the desire to sleep as she let her mom change her. She had just jerked awake for the third or fourth time as her mom taped her new diaper in place and began to speak.
“Two months to go, Berk. Just two more months and you can go back to wearing big girl panties,” her mom said, her voice sounding more sad than taunting. To be accurate, her mom’s voice contained no voice of taunting mockery – she seemed almost upset at the thought of Berkley going back to wearing ‘big girl panties.’
“I don’t want to,” Berkley said, her voice sounding definitely whiny, like a little kid being dragged to the dentist’s office.
“No mom, I don’t want to go! They’re going to pull out my teeth!” she could almost hear her own voice echoing back to her from many years ago.
Her mom looked dumbfounded, “Don’t want to? How can you not WANT to go back to wearing regular panties, Berk? Big girls like you aren’t supposed to wear diapers!”
“You and Bailey wear them!” Berkley said, her voice somewhere between indignant and pitifully whiny, and high enough that it would soon be out of the range of human hearing. She was vaguely aware as she screeched these words that she was bordering on tears – was she really so bent on remaining and diapers that it was worth crying over? It seemed so.
“Your sister and I wear diapers because we HAVE TO, Berkley! I don’t want to be in diapers any more than anyone else, but I have to be because if I weren’t, I’d be peeing all over the floor, ruining all of my clothes and the furniture, and I’d be banned from pretty much every restaurant in town! Bailey wears them for those same reasons, but it seems like you just want to wear them so that you can indulge in some…sick…fantasy.
The tears broke, and Berkley could feel their heat streaking across her face as her eyes blazed with anger and humiliation.
“I do NOT want to keep wearing them to indulge in so sick fantasy! Berkley screamed, her voice far from the indignant tone it had so recently taken. It was powerful now and more than a little frightening. The fact that she was a small, skinny girl in a diaper was somehow irrelevant now, when she seemed angry enough that the room around her may begin to crumble from the waves of fury that issued from her. She had leapt to her feet now and was now stomping menacingly toward her mom.
“Clearly, mother dear, you don’t have the slightest idea of what goes on in my head – I want to keep wearing diapers because I LIKE them. I like the feeling of a nice, soft diaper between my legs as I go about my day. I like the feeling of being able to just let go whenever and wherever I want. I like the feeling of freedom they give me, the security they provide, the joy and the contentment. There is no hidden agenda behind my wanting to wear them – I’ve wanted to wear them pretty much my entire life! I’ve hidden the desire to wear them from everyone for years and years, but you know what, mom? I’m done with that! I’ve told you now and I couldn’t take that back even if I wanted to, so I’m not even going to try.
Beth stumbled back a few feet as Berkley advanced, pointing menacingly and glaring with such fury that she felt ashamed of herself for the first time in months. She diverted her eyes away from her daughter, taking in the words Berkley had just uttered with such finality. Her punishment had been a bust, it had seemed, and quite unnecessary to begin with. She’d put her daughters in diapers to punish them for making fun of how she’d accidentally pooped her diaper at the grocery store, when it seemed that neither of her daughters had probably never known about her accident to begin with. She felt tears welling in her own eyes, but hardened herself against them before they’d even begun to flow. She smiled sympathetically at Berkley, whose anger seemed to be abating, but whose face was still rigid with unexpressed anger.
“I’m sorry,” she said, and the need to cry strengthened in her once more. She felt a tear trickle down her cheek.
“I’m sorry, Berkley…I never knew, I thought you just wanted to wear them to be like those sickos on the news that hire personal nurses to change their diapers, while they pretend to be mentally handicapped.”
“Mom! Why would you even think that! Those people are fucked up in the head – I just want to wear diapers like you and Bailey, and to use them as I see fit. I’m not trying to make anyone uncomfortable or to force them to do something with me sexually under false pretenses…” said Berkley, thinking with a pang of Ollie, who still thought she was incontinent, although she admitted to herself a moment later that she was virtually incontinent – it’s hard to look at a grown person who constantly soils themselves on accident and not label them as incontinent, albeit voluntarily in this case.
“Berkley, how would you feel if I told you your punishment were over and that you can go back to using the bathroom if you want?” Beth asked, smiling at Berkley.
“I’d thank you, but ask if it would be alright if I still use my diapers…” Berkley replied, blushing vibrantly, all anger ebbing away.
“And I’d tell you that you may, and that the lock on the bathroom door will be gone when you wake up in the morning, just in case you change your mind.” She said, turning Berkley toward the stairway leading to the floor on which Berkley and Bailey both slept. She patted Berkley affectionately on the shoulders and bid her good-night.
As Berkley closed the door to her room, she turned back to her computer, where she’d begun writing the last few chapters of her story. She looked down at her diaper, the first diaper she wore as a free adult, and her heart filled with emotion. Such confusion she’d never felt before, and yet it all seemed so right. She was free to dress how she wanted now – free to sleep in a bed – to carry around a change of diapers for herself – to spend more time with Ollie than she’d yet been allowed. She was also embarking on a new stage of her life, where she wasn’t going to be babied as her mom had been babying her for the better part of a year, but would be an adult in diapers.
A bit light headed from the sudden turn from anger to bliss, she climbed into her crib, wondering how soon she’d be back to sleeping in her old bed. She placed her head comfortably against the reassuring bars, regret infesting her thoughts, knowing she’d need to give up her crib if she ever hoped to have Ollie come see her room. Her thoughts fell on him as sleep overtook her, and her thoughts subsided into hazy dreams, wherein she did things with Ollie which her waking mind had scarcely permitted her to think of.
When she got home from school the next day, Berkley helped her mother dismantle her crib and move her old box springs and mattress up both flights of stairs, from the basement all the way up to her room on the second story. When this had been done and she’d put new sheets on the bed, she lay down on it, relishing it’s cushiness in comparison to the rather stiff cushioning of the crib, to which she’d become so accustomed.
She did her homework, quickly but accurately enough, and hurried out to spend some time with Ollie before it got too late. For the first time, she brought along a spare diaper with her, so that she could stay longer with him than she’d been able to so far. She didn’t know what he would want to do – whether he’d want to stay in and play some video games or watch a movie, or if he’d want to take her out, as he sometimes did, to eat or go bowling. She worried whether she’d have a decent place to change herself, but decided that if worse came to worst, she’d change in the ladies room and put her used diaper in either the trash can or the sanitary boxes. She supposed if she only wet, she may even be able to make do with putting the used diaper back in her back, and disposing of it properly when she got home.
Ollie picked her up at about a quarter after five that evening, and told her that he wanted to have dinner with his parents in a couple of hours. She’d spent a little time over there, and though they weren’t pleased that the girl their son was dating had what they chose to call, “problems with her plumbing,” they were at least satisfied that she was nice enough, and what Ollie’s dad had called her upon their first meeting, “A real looker.” Even so, Berkley didn’t like to spend too much time around them – they were nice enough people, but they always talked to her like she was a bit slow, presumably because they categorized people who wore diapers into only a few categories: Babies, old people, sickos and the mentally handicapped. They’d laid off this somewhat after Berkley had mentioned that both her mother and sister were incontinent as well, at which point both of them had turned to one another with shocked expressions etched across their faces.
Ollie was only vaguely aware that Berkley was uncomfortable around his parents, mostly because Berkley put up a carefree façade in their presence. Berkley wanted them to get to know her, but at the same time was alienated by their constant tone of superiority, as if they were somehow better because their “plumbing” worked just fine, despite them both being nearly forty years her senior.
Berkley and Ollie passed the time between their arrival at his house and dinner watching a British romantic comedy. Berkley realized she was wet about halfway through the movie, but was so comfortable laying there with Ollie on the family’s futon that she disregarded it. As the movie ended, she felt her hunger peak, and only at that point did she realize that she’d also messed herself. She began to panic slightly, as she couldn’t remember when she’d done it. She wondered why Ollie hadn’t said anything when he smelled what she’d done, because the smell was so obvious now, lingering in the air like a fresh fart. Hell, his parents had walked through the room several times within the last few minutes and they hadn’t said anything either. Hoping they might not have noticed, that maybe she’d just messed a minute or so ago, she got up to go to the bathroom to change.
“Ollie, I need to um…freshen up a bit…I’ll be right back,” She said, her face and ears burning. She tried to be as discreet as possible, but couldn’t ignore the fact that she was leaving a trail of stink behind her, making it completely evident to everyone what she’d done. She cleaned herself up in the bathroom, emptied the majority of her mess into the toilet, and buried her used diaper at the bottom of their bathroom trash can, hoping nobody would be able to smell it very well with so many tissues, paper cups and empty toilet paper rolls piled on top of it.
When she had finished up in the bathroom, she headed back to the living room, saw Ollie sitting at the table in the dining room and shuffled over to sit down. She wanted to tell him what had happened, but was too embarrassed. Besides, he probably already knew – how thick would somebody have to be to not realize that there was a distinct fecal odor lingering in the air after their incontinent girlfriend rushed off so suddenly to the bathroom?
Berkley avoided making eye contact with Ollie’s family throughout the entire meal, instead keeping her head down as she cut of piece after piece of her meal, looking thoroughly put out. She responded whenever somebody spoke to her, and asked politely for the salt and pepper a couple of times, but throughout the entire meal, she was sure she had avoided looking anyone, even Ollie, right in the eye. She supposed she should be glad that she hadn’t messed herself right in the middle of the meal, which she knew would have been slightly harder to get away with, but even so, her situation had been highly embarrassing as it was, even though she wasn’t completely sure Ollie’s parents had even gotten a whiff of her accident.
After dinner, Ollie took her home, kissed her good night, and promised he’d see her at school on Monday. She wished him a good night, told him to drive home safely, and went inside where she watched him drive off through the window. After his tail lights had disappeared around the bend, she went back upstairs, thought momentarily of how she ought to work some more on the conclusion of her story, and gave the idea a pass for the time being. It was only a little after eight, so the idea of going to bed that had flittered into her mind flittered right back out. She considered playing some video games or maybe even reviewing her homework, but passed on those ideas too. She sighed, laid down on her bed, and stared at her door, thinking.
The End of Baby Bailey Bruhn – Chapter Twenty-Six.
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