Baby Bailey Bruhn – Chapter Eight – Confrontation, Retribution, Satisfaction
Bailey woke up on her back, and saw the mobile overhead. She’d been having a pleasant dream in which she was hanging out with her friends, but upon laying eyes on the dangling, pastel-colored ponies, reality whipped back to mind. The room was dark, but putting out her arm, she felt the bars. Yes, her mom’s newest addition to her punishment was definitely real. That part had unfortunately not been a dream; she was lying in a crib big enough to hold a grown man.
She glanced through the bars, blinking sleep from her eyes. The clock on her desk told her it was nearly six in the morning. She had barely registered that she needed to pee when she felt the warm wetness spreading between her legs. She sighed, yawned and lay back down. She lay there for a while, the memories of the past couple of days twittering around in her head. One memory, however, stuck out; she was almost sure she’d seen a diaper when Berkley’s shirt had fluttered two days ago.
“Why would Berkley be wearing a diaper?” she wondered ceaselessly. It was a thought that irritated her as much as it intrigued her. Had Berkley been having accidents and was too embarrassed to tell? Perhaps she’d been wetting the bed? That wouldn’t explain why she was wearing it in the evening though. Maybe Berkley was just into that sort of thing; people, after all, have all sorts of weird fetishes.
Bailey couldn’t be sure of any of this; due largely in part to the fact that she had no proof Berkley had even been wearing a diaper. She’d certainly not been wearing one when she’d seen her the previous day. Maybe she’d taken it off, or maybe she’d used it; Bailey had no way of knowing. Sure, Berkley may have snatched a few diapers or something, but Bailey knew her sister well enough to know that she’d hide something like that, and hide it well.
Bailey found that she must have fallen back asleep without realizing it, because her room was suddenly flooded with light. Her diaper was even more soaked than it had been after she’d wet it hours prior. She must have wet it in her sleep again; something that seemed to be happening with increasing regularity. The diaper was, indeed, swollen to near-capacity, and sagged between her legs as she stood up in her crib.
Minutes later, Berkley came into her room without knocking.
“Good morning,” she said, smiling from ear to ear, “Looks like Baby could use a diaper change.”
“So it would seem,” mumbled Bailey under her breath, as her eyes darted down to Berkley’s waist.
“It’s possible,” Bailey thought, “that Berkley might be diapered now. There does seem to be an outline of something there.” Bailey tried, without drawing too much attention, to examine the crotch of her sister’s jeans more closely, but it was just too hard to tell for sure.
Berkley unlocked Bailey’s crib. Bailey had apparently not noticed that there was no real lock on it, just a pin that needed to be pulled that allowed the gate to slide out of place. The two of them headed downstairs, and a minute later, Bailey realized their mom wasn’t there. She was going to be changed by Berkley again, but at least her diaper was only wet this time.
Berkley helped her up onto the changing table, and in what seemed like an instant, had Bailey’s diaper opened. It was a good think Berkley knew to keep the old diaper in place until the new one was ready, because Bailey could feel herself starting to pee again, even as Berkley began wiping her down.
“Ew!” Berkley shouted. She’d just been reaching towards Bailey with a wipe in her hand when Bailey’s stream of urine splashed her hand. Berkley’s reflexes were good, however, and she managed to pull the front of the old diaper over Bailey before she could drizzle all over the table. She waited a few seconds until the hiss died down.
“Finished?” she asked Bailey as she finished wiping off her hand.
“I think so,” she said, blushing and trying not to laugh. She hadn’t, after all, meant to start peeing again. That was something she had little control over anymore, and they both knew it. In any case, she hadn’t even noticed Berkley’s hand coming towards her.
Berkley finished wiping Bailey down, finishing with that disturbing swipe through her cleft which always made Bailey shudder. She then grabbed one of the Baby Girl diapers, something Bailey hoped she’d done without looking, instead of intentionally, and taped it up, after adding ample amounts of baby powder, of course.
Bailey slipped on her onesie, which she’d neglected to put back on the previous day. She’d been fine with that at the time, and had been glad to let her body breathe, but now she was beginning to feel a bit exposed. She thanked Berkley again for changing her, and threw another glance at her crotch. There definitely seemed to be a bulge there.
Berkley turned to walk away, and in that instant, Bailey knew her sister must be wearing a diaper. The bulge was not noticeable from the front, but there was a clear-cut outline of a diaper underneath her sister’s jeans when viewed from behind. Without thinking, without even stopping to think how she’d explain herself if she was wrong, she lifted the back of her sister’s shirt.
Berkley was, without a doubt, wearing a diaper. She forced her shirt back down and rounded on Bailey, a look of pure shock dawning on her face. Her mouth was agape, her face was going pink, and her eyes swam with tears of unbridled embarrassment. Bailey’s eyes widened in shock as her mind registered what she’d seen; white plastic jutting from the waist of her sister’s jeans. She lifted her eyes and stared into Berkley’s tear-filled eyes.
Bailey found it difficult to feel sorry for Berkley, when it had been Berkley who’d first told their mom that Bailey had messed herself, and had indeed been the factor that had resulted in the accident in the first place. She’d endured relentless embarrassment at school, and had been subjected to very demeaning punishments by their mom as Berkley had stood by. Now, here she was, standing over Berkley with the knowledge that Berkley, who had no bladder or bowel control issues, was wearing a diaper. What’s more, she knew it couldn’t be the first time. The odds that she’d suspected her sister of wearing a diaper one day, and her actually wearing a diaper a couple of days later for the first time were too improbable to even consider.
“Just wait until Mom hears about this,” Bailey said, grinning mischievously. Now was her chance for revenge for when she’d begged and pleaded with Berkley not to tell their mom she’d accidentally messed her diaper.
“Please don’t!” said Berkley, as tears streaked down her face.
“Oh, I wonder what she’ll say,” Berkley said, grinning ever wider. She was so pleased with this turn of events that she almost laughed.
“Please don’t!” screamed Berkley, falling to her knee, tugging at her hair, and sounding hysterical.
Bailey felt a pebble of pity amongst an avalanche of satisfaction, as she watched Berkley breaking down. She couldn’t wait to tell her mom what Berkley was wearing, and she sure as Hell wasn’t about to let Berkley worm her way out of it.
Bailey had to stop Berkley from running upstairs, undoubtedly to change out of the diaper. She blocked the stairs, like a goalie tending the net. She wouldn’t let Berkley through for anything.
Both girls had bickered themselves into exhaustion before their mom came through the door. Immediately, they both ran to her, screaming so loud and so fast that Beth couldn’t understand much of what either of them said. She heard Bailey say something about, “wearing,” and heard Berkley say something that sounded like, “believe,” but neither of them made any sense. She held up both hands, palms towards her daughters, and silence fell.
“One at a time,” she said with a tinge of annoyance in her voice. She had been having a rather good day, but it seemed like the good times had ceased as she’d opened the door. She pointed to Bailey, “You first.”
Bailey tried not to sound too pleased as she began, “Berkley is wearing a diaper, Mom.” She felt a wave of grim satisfaction as her mom let out a disbelieving shock, and looked toward Berkley’s waist.
“I saw it earlier, after she changed me out of last night’s diaper”
No sooner had Bailey finished the explanation, than Berkley began shouting in protest, “D-don’t believe her, Mom! She made me wear it!” Her voice gave away the lie; it was the voice of one desperately trying to escape an inescapable situation.
“Shirt, up,” their mom said, staring Berkley down. She sounded quite calm, like a parent telling their disobedient kid to go to bed, because it is long after their bedtime.
Berkley, her brow wrinkled, her face pulled into a grimace, and tears streaking down her pink cheeks, lifted the very hem of her shirt, and turned her face aside. There was no denying what that smooth, white material was. Even as Berkley felt her mom’s eyes on her, she broke into fresh tears.
Bailey watched on, never bothering to say a word, as Beth hauled Berkley upstairs by her wrist. She smiled silently to herself, as she felt familiar warmth spreading between her legs, and knew that whenever her mom had punished Berkley, she’d need changed. She hoped, though she scarcely dared to think it, that her mom might even release her from her punishment.
She hoped that Berkley would have to endure six months of babying, though now that she had time to think, maybe Berkley would enjoy that? She had, after all, been wearing a diaper. Bailey had no way of knowing whether Berkley had a genuine need for diapers; maybe she’d been wetting the bed; maybe she’d just been really good at hiding her accidents, but Bailey didn’t think so.
Bailey just could not understand why her sister would do it; she’d been potty trained for years. There were no real benefits to wearing diapers if bathrooms were readily available, and virtually no stigma attached to admitting you have to go. Berkley had even been more successful at potty training than she had been! Bailey had continued to wet the bed until she was six, no matter what her sister had thought. Berkley had never had such problems though; once Berkley had been potty trained, she never had a single accident.
Bailey heard various shouts and groans of frustration echoing from upstairs. She tried not to feel too happy, but at the same time tried not to feel too sorry for Berkley. Berkley had caused her a lot of grief, but she was still her sister. Whatever she’d done, no matter what she’d said, she was still her sister.
It was a while their mom came downstairs again. Berkley came down a while later and was really quiet. She refused to look at Bailey. She kept her head down most of the time, and whenever she needed to look up, she pretended that Bailey wasn’t there.
The two girls seemed to regard one another as nothing more than shadows for the rest of the night. Supper passed without a word, and Bailey underwent her usual after-dinner diaper change without Berkley’s ever-curious eyes. She went to bed that night without having spoken to Berkley since their mom had come home.
Bailey wondered if she’d been right to tell their mom about Berkley. Her sister had, after all, told their mom about how she’d accidentally pooped herself, which had led to her current predicament. She’d been mean to Berkley though; she’d even gone so far as to blame Berkley for making her mess herself, when in fact, Berkley had simply beaten her to the restroom. It wasn’t Berkley’s fault they both needed to poop at the same time.
A couple of hours passed, and Bailey was lying in her crib, quite awake. She wasn’t tired, which was odd, because being babied usually tired her out. She’d hoped that her mom might have lifted her punishment, but if the thought had even crossed her mind, her mom had given no sign. Her mind wandered ceaselessly to Berkley, and wondered what her mom had said to her. There had certainly been a lot of yelling, but Bailey had been unable to make out more than a few strings of swear words.
Bailey had no desire to simply fall asleep; she wanted to know what was going on. Waiting around, simply wondering what words had been exchanged between her sister and mother was like having an itch that she couldn’t scratch. She wondered what her mom would do to Berkley, or what she had done already.
Bailey lay there for another hour, questioning what might be, before she finally nodded off to sleep. As usual, her dreams were vague and uninteresting; though she thought she might have heard bits of the argument again, though she could still make out nothing of what was said.
When she awoke the next morning, it was to find her mother trying unsuccessfully to open the door noiselessly. Seeing that Bailey was awake, however, she entered as she normally would. She released Bailey from the crib, though Bailey could have easily done it by herself. There was no lock on it, after all, just a latch.
Without a word, Bailey followed her mom into the hall, but instead of turning right, towards the stairs, they turned left, towards Berkley’s room. Slightly confused, Bailey followed her mom the rest of the way to her sister’s door. She was consciously aware of her need to pee for a fraction of a second before a loud hissing noise filled the air.
Her mom looked at her and merely said, “I’ll change you in a minute, honey, we just need to wake your sister up.” She then turned back to Berkley’s door and knocked, before trying the knob. Evidently it was locked, as it usually was. Berkley had of a habit of locking her door every time she closed it.
After a minute, the door creaked open, and Berkley stood there, wiping the sleep from her eyes, evidently unaware of how she was wearing only a grey t-shirt, and a sagging, yellow-tinged diaper. Bailey gaped at the display, but their mom simply said, “Let’s get you two changed.” At these words, Berkley opened her eyes just wide enough to see Bailey standing there, gaping, before going bright red and sweeping past her older sister.
Bailey’s mind was all in a daze, having just seen her sister, not just in a diaper, but in a visibly wet diaper. Had this been Berkley’s punishment? To be diapered, like their mom and herself were? That seemed likely to Bailey, as Berkley had evidently lost her bathroom privileges.
After a moment of stunned silence, in which confused thoughts fluttered through her mind, Bailey remembered her own diaper, which was sagging every bit as much as Berkley’s had been, if not more. Remembering this, she went downstairs, where her mom would change her.
The End of Baby Bailey Bruhn – Chapter Eight.
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