Baby Bailey Bruhn – Chapter Thirteen – Dynamic Dating
It was Friday morning, and Bailey stood staring at her own reflection in the small square mirror that hung from a bent nail in her room. Normally, if she wished to make herself look pretty, or rather prettier as should be said, as she was not exactly an unattractive young lady as it was, she would spend an inordinate amount of time in front of the much larger mirror in the bathroom. Unfortunately, this simple pleasure was denied to her, and she had to make use of the resources available to her.
Bailey had awoken over an hour ago, and she had thus far only managed to brush the tangles out of her hair. This was a bit of a challenge in itself, as she hadn’t brushed her hair in quite a long time. Pretty as she may be, it was something she simply never really cared about enough to put much effort into it, when she knew her mom would be along to shortly to put her hair in absurdly childish pig-tails. This day was special, however, and so she felt it might be prudent to at least make her look as presentable as may be, when all the most convenient means of doing so were locked behind a simple plywood door.
When she’d at last satisfied herself that her teeth were still white and even, and that her eyelashes were full and shapely, she set about the arduous task of altering the jumper in the only way she thought her mom might not notice; by removing the absurd the absurd embroidery which reminded her that, “There’s Never a Bad Time for a Change.” If she had tweezers or even a simple knife, she could have removed the threads which made up the embarrassing message easily, but she had neither. After trying for a quarter of an hour to pluck out a thread with her fingernails, she began to bite at it.
Another quarter of an hour later, she was disheartened, but not quite ready to give it up as a bad job. Instead, she removed the mirror from the wall, and tugged at the stubby nail that held it up. To her surprise, the nail came out easily, and a few seconds later, she’d loosened a few threads from the embroidery. Less than five minutes later, she’d succeeded in completely removing the message which would have easily given away her situation to the wary eye. She suspected that Eric might have such an eye for details, which was something she’d have to keep on her toes about.
Bailey spent the next few hours tidying up every last detail of her looks which she could manage. This would have been a lot simpler, if the better part of her makeup were not locked away in the linen closet of the bathroom, to which she had no lock. She did, however, managed to find a stick of her eye liner, as well as some lip gloss and even a hair clip, tucked away behind her dresser. Evidently sometime in the distant past, she’d sat the cosmetic products on the top of her dresser, and knocked them back behind it. It had to have been the distant past, because the eyeliner she now wore was a brand she’d not bought since the last time she’d been asked out.
Make no mistake; it was quite a chore for Bailey to keep clear of her mom whilst she cleaned herself up. Once or twice, she only just managed to avoid her mom’s suspicious glare by pretending she was heading back upstairs to her room, when she’d been hoping to retrieve a bottle of lotion or some other necessity from downstairs. It was only by careful navigation, and on at least one occasion, a planned distraction that she managed to get everything she needed to make herself jump from pretty to downright gorgeous.
Bailey worried that she might thoroughly soak her diaper before it was time to meet Eric up by the restaurant and would need to ask her mom for a change, which would undoubtedly lead to uncomfortable questions, and may prevent her from meeting Eric at all. By some miracle, however, she managed to remain entirely dry. Admittedly, she’d just been changed shortly after waking, having woken up in a diaper that was very wet and still a little warm as well. That didn’t guarantee, however, that she’d be dry come the bit hour, but she was, and she left the house with a smile on her face.
As promised, Eric met her up by the restaurant. He told her he’d just gotten there himself, but Bailey suspected he’d been there for quite a while already, maybe hoping she’d be early as well, and they could have a longer date.
Eric, it seemed, was just as excited for the date as Bailey herself. He was dressed up, looking as handsome as any man, so young that the stubble on his face might not rightly be called a beard, may hope to look. His short, dark hair was combed smartly, and he was wearing a grey, long sleeved, button-down shirt, a deep red tie, and even a vest, grey like the shirt, but darker. A look passed between the two in which each felt inadequate compared with the other, and both blushed a deep red.
Eric, in a display that might look goofy done by many others, but managing to look serious and impressive as he did so, put one hand across his waist, the other behind his back, and bowed. Then he stood up straight, smiled slightly, and bent his elbow, so she might take his arm. She did, and he led her to his car.
The car was a little less impressive, but not by much. The car was a simple four-door Dodge, and was dark grey, like his clothes. The car wasn’t old, but it was clearly a far stretch from new. Eric tried to look every bit a gentleman as he opened the door for her, but failed to do so as the door stuck. He ended up using both hands to tug it open, which meant Bailey had to release his arm. She didn’t mind though, and giggled as she watched.
Twenty minutes and a fairly long drive later, the pair of them pulled into the parking lot of a restaurant, the name of which was in Italian, which Bailey couldn’t read, let alone pronounce. It looked impressive enough, though not overtly expensive. Bailey had seen expensive restaurants before, and had eaten at them once or twice, and this was not one of them, though she expected the bill would be far more than she’d usually pay for a meal. Bailey could only hope that she didn’t embarrass herself, or moreover embarrass Eric, by accident.
Bailey wasn’t worried that her diaper might leak; it was dry for the time being, at least for the most part. Slight warmth between her thighs and moisture that hadn’t been there earlier told her that she was at least a little wet, though the wetness was far less than usual, and she might still empty a full bladder twice over without risking a leak. The odds of her wetting more than that in the time it would take her to eat a meal, even slowly as she might do in this case, would be slim.
By the time they’d been seated and their entrées had arrived, Bailey’s diaper had taken one thorough wetting, as well as several extended spurts. It was not her diaper, however that had her attention; it was Eric. He’d begun talking about himself and the things he did, his family and his friends. If Bailey had questions, he answered with little hesitation, and if Bailey showed any sign of wanting to say something, he was all too willing to let her.
When the food arrived, the conversation took a back seat, and when it was gone and they were stuffed, Bailey took her turn at explaining herself. Admitted, she brushed over her incontinence as well as the punishment her mom had imposed on her and Berkley. She knew that if Eric and she got into a real relationship, she might be required to mention the former, though hopefully Eric would never know about the latter.
Bailey began to feel the first tingling that she might need to do a little bit more than wetting shortly after they’d placed their dessert orders. Luckily it was just a slight urge, which was manageable. Sure, her control might have slipped a bit since she was forced to use her diapers as her sole means of relieving herself, but she could still last an hour or so before the need became pressing, and maybe an hour and a half before the need became too much to bear, and she would inevitably mess herself. She suspected her control might not have slipped as much as it had if she’d not resolved to make the best of a bad situation, and not struggle when the need struck.
Ten minutes later their desserts arrived, and another twenty passed before they were both done. Bailey had virtually inhaled her own dessert in the hopes that Eric would follow suit, which he apparently felt unnecessary. Instead, he took his dear sweet time and the result was that almost forty-five minutes had passed since she felt the first tingle before they’d paid the check, or rather, Eric paid the check, and they were both off. Bailey could feel the storm brewing in her body and knew that by the time Eric had dropped her off, she would almost be bursting. With any luck, however, she wouldn’t embarrass herself entirely.
The drive home was bad, as far as Bailey could remember it. Eric had apparently picked up that something was wrong within the first five minutes of pulling onto the highway. Bailey tried to claim she had a migraine and just wanted to get home so she could take some medicine, but Eric wasn’t fooled. He wasted no time in pointing out that people with headaches, even migraines, were more concerned with the pain in their head and were less apt to clutch at their stomachs.
He asked if she felt sick, but backed off and went oddly quiet when she said she didn’t feel well, but that she wasn’t nauseous. Bailey couldn’t be entirely sure, but she thought she saw a slight smile on his face.
Eric dropped her off down the street from her house, but didn’t stick around to make sure she got home alright. Under normal circumstances, she’d have invited him to walk her home, but under the circumstances of her punishment, she wasn’t sure that would be a good idea. She wasn’t sure if her mom was home, and if she was, Bailey was almost certain that she wouldn’t approve of her “Baby Girl” going out on a date.
In any case, punishment or no punishment, Bailey was quite glad that Eric had driven off as fast as he had. She’d known from the time she’d left the restaurant that she’d be desperate to go by the time she got home, but she’d at least thought she’d get home before she messed. On that account, she was dead wrong.
Bailey knew her body well enough, as well as any adult does, and before Eric’s tail lights had even disappeared around the corner, she knew she was going to mess herself. The need was so pressing and so urgent and so very crystal clear that she squatted in plain sight in the full light of day. She felt the terrible weight in her stomach disappear as a warm heaviness filled the seat of her diaper. It took several minutes to finish the deed, and by the time she was done, her thighs were sore, but the relief outweighed it all.
Unlike Berkley, Bailey didn’t enjoy messing herself in the slightest bit; she hated the warm ball which caused her diaper to sag and which produced that all too nauseating smell which seeped through her clothes and up her nose and stayed there unless she kept moving, keeping the foul smell trailing behind her like a cartoon skunk. However, if there was a messing to be had, she would prefer to do it in the privacy of her own home. There at least, the only people who would see her do it and smell the aftermath would be her sister Berkley, who seemed to enjoy these things which Bailey herself detested so much, and her mom, who was the reason she had to mess her diapers anyways.
If it were not possible to reach her house and do her business there, Bailey thought, she’d rather mess herself a hundred times, squatting in the street, than have Eric see her do it even once. With this thought in mind, Bailey walked home smiling, despite the shifting weight which hung between her thighs.
When she got home, she was pleased to see that her mom was there. This meant she could get changed immediately, unlike the previous day where she’d been stuck for a couple of hours in a soggy, messy diaper. Her mom asked her where she’d been for the last two and a half hours, but Bailey simply replied that she’d been out, having fun. Her mom didn’t need to check to make sure Bailey had remained diapered, as the evidence was in front of her eyes.
Bailey sighed contentedly as soon as her mom had removed the diaper, and again when the fresh diaper had been put in place. She’d rather have had no diaper for a change, she’d had it up to her ears with diapers, but knew that she’d still be wearing them for years and years, long after the punishment was over, simply because her stupid bladder released at random times, usually without any warning, and often without even being full.
The End of Baby Bailey Bruhn – Chapter Thirteen.
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