Baby Bailey Bruhn – Chapter Seven – Broken Streak
Summer break would be starting soon, it was little more than six weeks, and Beth was making a trip to the store to stock up on groceries. They wouldn’t last the whole six weeks, but it would help fend off the hunger that such excitement always brought. She had two teenage daughters in the house, and that meant she needed lots of food. She usually didn’t like to give then sweets, but always bought some anyways, as a simple way of showing them how much she cared.
Her oldest daughter, Bailey, was still in diapers. No, she was not a baby, but she had a medical condition that severely weakened her ability to control her bladder. Beth knew her daughter well and even understood what her oldest daughter was going through, having spent the last seventeen years in diapers after becoming incontinent following the birth of her youngest daughter, Berkley.
Beth pulled her car into the driveway of the local supermarket, opened the door and climbed out. She entered the store, grabbed a shopping cart and began to browse. She never carried a list with her when shopping, because she did not need to. She could recall, from memory, everything that they were either running low on or were completely out of back home.
As she walked up and down the aisles, tossing one thing or another into her cart as she went, she began to feel a bit gassy. She hurried up with the groceries which she knew they needed, and grabbed a few things she knew the girls would enjoy, before heading to the front of the store. The lines were long, but not too long. Some of the neighboring cities had already let out for the summer, so the lines were bound to be a bit longer for it.
She tried to find the shortest lane, so she could get through quickly. She really had to go to the bathroom now and wanted to get home to do it. If it were just her bladder, she’d just use the diaper she was wearing, not that she’d have a choice in the matter if it were indeed her bladder that was bothering her. No, she needed to poop, and in the last seventeen years, she’d never done so in her diaper. Heck, in her entire forty years of life, or at least the thirty-seven of which she’d been potty trained, she couldn’t recall having a single messing accident.
She couldn’t imagine how embarrassing it would be to accidentally poop her pants. Little kids might be fine, especially if they’re fresh from their potty training days. Then again, kids that small have little understanding of shame, and might just think it funny.
Unable to find a line with fewer than six carts in front of her, she found herself in serious doubt that she’d be able to hold it in the entire half hour drive back to her house. Unwilling to risk an accident, she went to check the restrooms. The lines for the restrooms were worse than the check-out lines. There were no fewer than ten people standing, not in a line, but in a circle around the bathroom door.
Upon asking one of the patrons what the issue was, she discovered that somebody had clogged the toilet, which had a motion-activated automatic flush system. Unfortunately, every time somebody got close to the toilet to try to unclog it, it would flush and flood the bathroom. Evidently, the store manage had assured them that it would be fixed in a matter of minutes, but the women insisted that had been half an hour ago. Some of them were looking every bit as desperate as Beth felt.
Dismayed but ever resilient, Beth endeavored to try the grocery lines. If she could simply make it through the check-out lines, she could stop somewhere else on the way home and use the restroom there. It wasn’t such an irrational idea. If she estimated each person in line took three minutes to check out, she could make it through the shortest line in less than twenty minutes. Twenty minutes still seemed an awfully long time, considering how bad she had to go, but she was a grown woman, and would be able to wait a mere twenty minutes to use the restroom.
Back at the front of the store, however, Beth was unable to find a single line with any fewer than ten people now. Slightly worried, she picked a random lane, thinking she couldn’t afford to dawdle in the hopes of finding a better one. Several minutes passed, however, and Beth hadn’t moved forward in line one inch. Not being a particularly tall person, she couldn’t tell what the holdup was.
Beth had no way of knowing, of course, that there was an employee in training running the cash register, while the man who should have been training him was several registers away, chatting up a pretty blonde customer that was half his age. Twenty minutes passed, and Beth had moved forward a whole two places in line, and that was only because two people had gotten fed up and left, something she was beginning to think she should have done as well.
Beth noticed people looking around, sniffing sharply at the air. She’d been relieving some of the pressure in her abdomen by discreetly letting out little whiffs of gas. Unfortunately, her gas today wasn’t exactly odorless, and was attracting unwanted attention. She stopped letting out gas, which made people stop searching for the source of the smell, but made the pressure in her bowels ten times worse.
Another person ahead of her left the line, and she scooted up a few feet. In that instant, she was sure she wouldn’t make it to a bathroom if she had to go any further away than the one in the store. Even that bathroom, which was just on the other side of the store, seemed miles away with as bad as her bowels were bothering her.
She began letting out little bits of gas again, in the hopes that it might relieve some of the pain in her abdomen. She was quite aware that not only was she stinking now, she was making quite a bit of noise as well. The entire lane, it seemed was staring at her, though she knew it would be worth the stares if she could simply get out of the store without having an accident.
Even as she had this thought of reassurance, that she would be alright with having an accident, as long as nobody saw, it happened. It didn’t happen all at once, as she’d thought it would. Instead, she’d been trying to let out another bout of gas, when she felt something else slip out as well. It was hardly solid, and stuck between her cheeks. She clamped a hand to her backside without a second thought. She was quite aware of the large number of people who were staring and taking a few steps back from her.
She tried not to let anymore out, but the pain in her abdomen was unbearable, and she hoped she might be able to let out a little more gas. Unfortunately, only more semi-solid poop came out, and soon she was filling her diaper with a mixture of brown mush and some that was a bit more solid. She knew everyone had seen what she’d done; there were probably even a few teenagers who’d caught her on their camera phones as well, not that they’d be able to see anything. Within moments, it seemed, Beth was the only person left in her lane. Red-faced and tear-streaked, she paid for her groceries and left.
She shuffled back to her can, trying her best not to think of what she’d just done, or how ashamed she felt. What’s more, her daughters would see her like this if she didn’t get home soon. She loaded the bags of groceries into the passenger side door of her can, and with a grimace, climbed behind the wheel. She thought it was perhaps the most repulsive feeling she’d ever experienced.
She drove home as fast as she could and took what shortcuts she knew of. Somehow, she managed to get home before either Bailey or Berkley and got herself changed. After she’d gotten herself cleaned up and re-diapered, she cast a disgusted look at the messy diaper. She picked it up, and with no better way to get rid of it, threw it in the trash can that she only ever used for used diapers.
She piled some of her older diapers and a few wipes on top of the messy one in the hopes it would disguise the smell. She even tried spraying air freshener around the room, and sprayed several blasts of it into the can itself. Underneath everything, however, she could still smell the messy diaper. Nothing she did seemed good enough to cover the smell completely.
Before she could think of a better way of disposing of it, however, she heard the door down the hall open and close, the excited chatter of teenage voices, and footsteps running upstairs. Soon, her daughters would come raid the refrigerator, and in doing so, come within ten feet of the messy diaper, which lay in the trash can just inside the door of her room, which was just off the kitchen.
Though Beth was certain her daughters would track the distinct smell to its source, perhaps drawn more by the attempted cover-up of the smell than the actual smell, but they did not. She wondered whether her daughters had noticed the smell but didn’t want to say anything, or if they really hadn’t noticed at all. She spent the rest of the night, right up until Bailey and Berkley had gone to bed, worrying that they might notice the smell. Whether they did or not, she never truly did find out.
The very next day was trash day in their town, and she didn’t hesitate to get the foul smelling trash can out of her room. She took the bag out to the trash can by the side of the road and left it there for pickup. Hopefully this way, if her daughters really hadn’t noticed the absolutely horrid smell, which she couldn’t understand how they couldn’t have, they would never find out about her accident. She couldn’t bear to think what her daughters would think of her if they knew she’d pooped herself in front of a crowd of onlookers, many of whom she saw around town, and a few of which, she’d even spoken to before!
Beth went out later that day to buy a few more things which she’d neglected the previous day due to the unfortunate circumstances that befell her. She couldn’t bring herself to go to the same store she’d gone to before; it might be months before she’d be able to work up the courage to do that, so she went instead to a different, mainstream store. This time, however, she made sure she used the bathroom before she went out. She spent nearly half an hour on the toilet, just to make sure she’d gotten everything out.
She stopped by her workplace on the way back and picked up various forms that she needed to look over and either sign them, or write a lengthy response as to why she thought the subject of the paperwork was not in the best interest of the company.
Beth pulled back into the driveway of her house at about half passed four that afternoon, groceries in tow. As she was climbing out of her car, however, holding the stack of paperwork, however, she saw a familiar square package, wrapped in brown paper, sitting by the door. She unlocked the door and went in. Bailey and Berkley seemed to have been in the midst of talking as they came downstairs, but had paused as soon as she entered. She thought she could still smell the lingering smell of yesterday’s messy diaper.
“Hey, girls, how was school today?” she asked, as she placed the package of diapers and pile of paperwork on the table. She’d hoped that in asking this, her daughter’s might not notice the day old and yet oddly fresh smell or a dirty diaper.
“Mom, I-,” began Bailey, her oldest, though she was interrupted at once.
“Bailey s**t her pants,” Berkley blurted, arms folded and looking sour.
It took Beth a second to register this, and she turned to Berkley, about to ask if they knew she’d pooped herself the previous day, but before she could even get the words out, Berkley was nodding. Paranoid out of her mind, Beth was suddenly furious. Obviously Bailey had messed herself to make fun of her! Obviously, Bailey had found the diaper, or else guessed from the smell that her mother had pooped herself.
She wouldn’t tolerate that behavior from her daughter, however; her almost adult daughter. No, Bailey’s behavior, her insistence on mocking her mother was not behavior befitting an adult; it was something a toddler would do.
Bailey, obviously realizing how furious her mom was, seemed to be coming up with excuses on the spot as to why she had messed herself.
“It was an accident,” she’d said, “I didn’t mean to do it!” Beth however, knew the truth. Bailey would admit to it, or she would suffer the consequences. Obviously, there would be consequences no matter what, she couldn’t just let her daughter mock her, but the consequences would be more severe if Bailey continued to lie to her.
She’d taken Bailey upstairs, in the hopes that she’d be more inclined to tell the truth without Berkley’s interference. She knew Bailey always tried to be brave in front of Berkley, and would never admit that she’d lied if she was around, so she had taken Bailey upstairs and told Berkley to remain downstairs.
Bailey still wouldn’t admit that she’d discovered her mom’s accident, and Beth almost believed her. The thought flickered into her mind that Bailey may be telling the truth, that she may have genuinely had an accident, but the chances were just too slim. In thirty-seven years, she had pooped herself only once, and that was yesterday. Then, after failing to completely hide the accident, Bailey just so happened to mess herself the next day? No, Bailey must have done it on purpose.
Beth spent the next few weeks planning and preparing Bailey’s punishment. She couldn’t definitively link Berkley to her sister’s messing, so she only made plans for Bailey. She placed orders on several sites that offered adult-sized baby clothes, furniture, and accessories. The fact that such sites even existed was quite alarming to her, after all, what self-respecting adult would want to dress like a baby? The reasons behind the sites, however, weren’t so important, though; she needed some of the things only they could offer.
The most important package arrived two weeks before Bailey’s eighteenth birthday; a large package, containing all the stuff needed to assemble an adult-sized changing table. She hid the package in the garage until the night before Bailey’s birthday.
That night, as her daughters slept, she installed a new doorknob with a lock on the bathroom door. She woke Berkley momentarily to fill her in and to give her the extra key.
“Do not tell your sister, or you’ll endure twice the punishment,” she’d told her youngest daughter in harsh, but truthful tones.
When she awoke the next morning, she quietly assembled the changing table in the living room, and stacked the other packages that had arrived over the last few weeks. She knew Bailey well enough, and knew she’d likely submit to whatever punishment was handed to her. The more embarrassing the punishment was, the quicker Bailey would submit, in the hopes that it would all be over soon.
Beth, however, had already placed delayed orders to have extra diapers and other things delivered to their house over the next six months. Bailey would not be getting out of this punishment early. In a couple hours, Bailey would become Baby Bailey.
The End of Baby Bailey Bruhn – Chapter Seven.
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