Baby Bailey Bruhn – Chapter Seventeen – Bailey’s Bonds
A few weeks passed, snow littered the ground outside, and Bailey was growing all the more excited. She wasn’t excited for the snow, but because it was only a week until she’d be out of her punishment. She couldn’t help but to think of what this would mean, however. Some part of her, however small, had changed in these last six months. She still had no desire to mess herself, but now understood that it was at the very least, a viable alternative in the event that a bathroom was not readily available. Her mom had stressed this point several times over the last few weeks, and Bailey was beginning to understand that this was her mom’s way of trying to patch things up, after sticking her in a six-month long punishment for a genuine accident. What struck Bailey as odd, however, was that her mom seemed to be expressing these concerns while under the impression that Bailey either liked to mess herself, or that she might not be able to stop herself from doing it, after being given no alternative for the past half of the year.
Neither of these cases were true, however, as Bailey was perfectly happy that she’d be able to sit on the porcelain throne again before too long. The only times she’d been allowed in the bathroom in the past six months were to bathe, and only when her mom had been there to make sure she didn’t use the toilet. If her mom needed to leave the room, bath time was officially over.
Bailey’s mind often drifted to Berkley’s scenario. Her younger sister would still be diapered for another six months, but Bailey didn’t think she minded the treatment. A few weeks ago, she’d been sitting in the living room watching TV and talking on the phone with Eric when her mom had gotten back around lunch time with Berkley in tow, despite the fact that she should have still been in school. Evidently Berkley had been unable to keep herself from messing while in the middle of class, and their mom had been forced to lie to the principal, claiming Berkley had been suffering from reduced muscle strength and reflexes in her sphincter.
She worried about Berkley sometimes; she worried what it might mean for her younger sister to be in diapers when she didn’t really need them. She knew that if she had the choice, she wouldn’t wear diapers at all, with the exception of a few occasions, when a portable toilet might come in handy. What normal teenager, who would be an adult in a couple of months, actually liked to wear diapers? Was there something wrong with Berkley’s head, or was this something that some people just did?
Nobody she’d ever met, perhaps with the sole exception of Berkley, actually enjoyed wearing diapers, at least so far as she knew. Then again, of all the people she knew, only her mom, Berkley and herself wore diapers, though she was sure she’d probably seen and maybe even talked to other incontinent people at some point or another, though she certainly had not have realized it. She supposed of those people, there might be a couple who didn’t mind their diapers too badly, and maybe even one or two who genuinely preferred them to a toilet. Bailey herself would never be able to understand why, but she could see that there might be some reason behind it all.
Bailey’s visits with Eric had diminished, but had by no means stopped. In fact, part of the reason for their decline in frequency was due to Eric working more, so he could have a little excess spending money for when the two of them did go out. Bailey had a little excess money herself from various jobs her mom had wanted her to do, as well as some money tucked away in her savings account from the last job she’d had, which she’d quit a little ways before the end of her senior year. Despite this, however, Eric insisted on paying for virtually everything, which Bailey would protest, but eventually yield.
She was happy that Eric was so accepting of her incontinence, and wondered what he might think if he knew of the punishment her mom had inflicted on her and Berkley. She thought he might be outraged, and might even call the police on the grounds of abuse, but then thought he might think it an interesting scenario, maybe even get ideas, and pushed it out of her mind.
She was vaguely aware of the fact that she needed a change, mostly due to the cool dampness and invasive bulk that pried apart her thighs. She had been in this state for what must have been hours, and knew that if she didn’t get changed soon, she might get a rash. Even so, she knew that until her mom got home, there was very little she could do to remedy this situation. Now that she was so close to freedom, she wasn’t willing to risk lengthening her punishment. A few months back, she might have disregarded that notion and attempted to pry open the cabinet that housed the only diapers in the house, but now she was too focused on getting what she wanted and what she wanted was freedom.
As it turned out, she didn’t really have much to worry about in the way of getting a rash; her mom got home from the store with big bags of groceries in hand a few minutes later, and changed Bailey after a few more minutes after all the groceries had been put away. Berkley didn’t help to put them away, as she was off somewhere doing God only knew what.
Bailey understood that her sister had been in a bit of a state over the last few weeks, when her school life had become a living Hell. Ever since one day when she’d had an accident in one of her classes, she’d been made fun of relentlessly. It didn’t help that she’d gone ahead with their mom’s suggestion and messed herself earlier in the day, during her third period class, in order to give some credence to the idea that she really was incontinent. After that, even Berkley’s closest friends were finding it difficult not to laugh at her. Bailey thought their mom might have known that this would make things more difficult for Berkley, and thought she might only have suggested it to make Berkley more aware of the struggles of the truly incontinent.
Bailey felt bad for Berkley, but at the same time understood that what Berkley was going through was mostly her own fault. Berkley was not really incontinent, and thus did not really need to wear diapers, but had nonetheless been found in a used diaper. It was of course an overreaction on the part of their mother that resulted in this extended punishment, with herself being made to wear and use diapers as her sole means of relief for six months, and Berkley, who was made to wear and use diapers as her sole bathroom for a full year.
Thankfully, her own punishment would be over soon, though this meant little in the long run. Sure, she’d be able to go back to using the toilet for relieving her bowels, which had become less certain than they had been in the last few months, thanks to her prolonged use of diapers, but her bladed control was virtually shot. It had been declining steadily for years, but for the last couple of years or so, she’d been able to at least feel the buildup of urine before the imminent release, and sometimes she could even make it to the bathroom, but now the only indication was moist, spreading warmth and the increasing bulk between her thighs.
Bailey knew her life would never be the same after her punishment was over. She’d gotten kind of used to the idea of just being able to go to the bathroom whenever and wherever she wanted, and made a conscious decision not to fret over her lost bladder control. She had so little of it to begin with, and had lost so much of it before the punishment had even begun that getting to the bathroom just to pee when there was a perfectly good toilet positioned perfectly between her legs was just too much of a bother. She would, of course, still make every effort to go to the bathroom when she needed to do more than just pee. She had no interest in messing herself while Eric was around, for example, even though she thought he might not mind.
Over the next couple of days, Bailey was pleased to see the first signs that she was loosening her restrictions on her. She even allowed unlocked the bathroom for her to take a shower and allowed her to bathe unsupervised for a change. Bailey was sorely tempted to make use of the toilet while she was in there, but knew she’d regret the decision if she went through with it. Maybe her mom would even extend the punishment for another year! No, the risk was simply too much, and so Bailey simply messed as soon as she’d gotten out of the shower and her mom had put her in a new diaper, before her mom even had time to pull on Bailey’s clean onesie. Following this, she thought she saw comical amusement spread across her mom’s face for the first time in months, and knew that some things would return to normal, but that life as a whole would never truly be the same again.
That things had changed was something Bailey both denied and accepted all at once. Part of her saw the change, and part of her flat-out refused. She harbored a sense of distrust for her mom that she had simply lacked six months ago. Six months prior, her mom had instituted a punishment that crossed a line and could never be re-crossed. Bailey resented her mom for this and wondered what it had been exactly that set her off, but at the same time she loved her mom, and hoped that whatever it was that had upset her was gone, and would never come back.
Christmas Eve arrived a few days later, and Bailey was ecstatic. She’d been informed by her mom that at the stroke of midnight, she’d be given a key to the bathroom and the diaper supply cabinet housed beneath the changing table. After that, her mom promised her that she’d never punish her like that again. She’d be free to wet and mess her diapers as often or for whatever reasons she saw fit. Bailey didn’t even bother trying to remind her mom that she didn’t want to mess her diapers, as she knew that a slip of the tongue now would likely spell disaster. Besides, if she did mess by accident in the future, or encountered a situation where it would be more prudent to continue with her current action instead of going to the bathroom, she now had her mom’s permission.
Bailey watched the clock throughout the entire day, which she knew would make the day go by more slowly, just as when children watch the clock on the last day of school, but she couldn’t stop herself. Each time she’d look at the clock, thinking perhaps an hour and a half had passes, she was dismayed to see that less than half that time ad really gone by. Sometimes there would be skips, where she’d guess maybe twenty minutes had gone by, only to see that it had really been thirty or forty, but these were few and far between.
To make matters worse, her bladder seemed to be in overdrive that day, and she found herself wetting time and time again, sometimes almost to the point of leaking before she could get changed. She realized that this was because she’d been drinking a lot of water and soda, since she thought lots of time had gone by when really very little had.
After supper, her mom changed what, Bailey hoped, would be her last messy diaper. Her mom treated it just as every other messy diaper beforehand, and even put one of the “Baby Girl” diapers on her, presumably as some sort of joke, though Bailey didn’t find it particularly funny. Afterwards, Bailey’s mom handed her a fresh set of clothes that Bailey hadn’t seen in almost six months. It was a pair of her old jeans, and one of her old t-shirts. Bailey couldn’t help but grin, as she leaned forward and hugged her mom.
She ran upstairs to put them on. There was no particular reason why, she’d just never been particularly fond of exposing herself to her sister and mother. Admittedly, both of them had seen almost every inch of her there was to see over the last few months many times over, but she didn’t care – changing was just something she preferred to do behind closed doors.
Luckily, despite her lack of exercise over the past six months, Bailey’s clothes still fit. They were perhaps a bit tighter around her waist and hips, but that was to be expected, when she’d been cooped up in her house 90% of the time, and the other 10% of the time she was usually out eating at a fast food restaurant. She estimated she’d put on about ten pounds, maybe a little more, but her metabolism was high and she was young, and that weight would be off in no time.
That night, she sat up watching the TV and occasionally glancing over at the clock. At a minute until midnight, she was so ecstatic that she hardly noticed the spreading warmth between her thighs, which had become so ingrained in her life over the past several years and even more so over the last six months. By the time she became aware of it, however, the clock had changed with neither chime nor cheer; her life was not changed greatly by this, but had merely gotten back on track. For the first time in half a year, she felt like a real adult once again, instead of the strange, half-child that she’d forced to be for some time now.
She didn’t bother changing her semi-damp diaper before she fell asleep. She simply smiled, relishing the warmth that didn’t seem to fade, and nodded off. When she awoke the next morning, it was to the sound of over-played Christmas carols being played over the radio downstairs, or else her mom was watching some holiday specials on TV with the volume turned up way too high.
She got dressed, and couldn’t help but grin wildly as she sifted through all of her old clothes which now hung in the closet. She knew she’d put on a little bit of weight due to severely decreased physical activity since the beginning of her punishment, but no more than maybe ten pounds. She hoped now that she’d be able to go out and about with no more embarrassment that anyone else her age, despite still being urinary incontinent, that she’d be able to lose the little bit of chub that she’d gained. It didn’t really matter to her, she was still fairly skinny and would undoubtedly fit into all of her old clothes, aside from her old prom dress, which she’d had to squeeze into even at the time of purchase. Luckily the guy she’d gone to prom with hadn’t tried to get her out of that dress, or the news of her wearing a diaper wouldn’t have remained secret for long.
After she’d changed, she went downstairs, where Berkley and her mom were both waiting for her. Now that she was out of her own punishment, she could fully enjoy the punishment that Berkley was going through. Her sister, who had always been the kind of girl who dressed in semi-short skirts with lots of lace, or pants with bulky aluminum chains, as well as obscenely tight t-shirts with the name of one of her favorite bands printed across the chest, looked positively awkward in the baggy pink and white onesie, which bulged noticeably around the waist and crotch. To make things even worse(or better), her long hair was done up in poorly done pig-tails, which must have taken some time to work out, she had an oversized pacifier protruding from her mouth and last but not least, she was holding a teddy bear under one arm that was almost half her size.
Life was good. She wasn’t sure if Berkley considered her predicament a punishment or not, but she knew she’d heard her sister complaining multiple times over the past few weeks, ever since word had spread around the school that Berkley couldn’t control her bowels anymore. Bailey of course knew that Berkley still had plenty of control over her bowels, but also knew that it was necessary for her to be thought of as incontinent, or their mom would get into a lot of trouble. Bailey didn’t really think it was necessary to say anything, but she knew that her mom’s punishment was probably illegal, and would most likely be considered cruel and unusual punishment, though she was reasonably sure that Berkley was enjoying it
The End of Baby Bailey Bruhn – Chapter Seventeen.
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