Baby Bailey Bruhn – Chapter Eighteen – The Second Six of Berkley Bruhn Begins
Christmas came and went, and neither Bailey nor Berkley was disappointed. Berkley had received several new sets of clothing both for public and private wear. As was to be expected, her private clothing proved to be much more babyish than the public clothing. More often than not, the clothing was an oversized version of the clothing most often seen on infants and toddlers, while her public clothing was more of a young child design, though still made to fit a young adult.
Berkley had also received a package of holiday themed diapers; some new pacifiers, since her old ones had gotten rather chewed up; some experimental foodstuffs and pills which Beth believed would reduce the smell of Berkley’s messy diapers, though Berkley had read online that those things almost never showed good results and usually just turned the mess green instead of brown; and several stuffed animals, which Berkley would have enjoyed immensely, even if she weren’t being punished.
Bailey, in complete contrast to Berkley, had received a good haul of age-appropriate gifts; a new laptop, which she was ecstatic to receive, given that her old desktop computer was ancient and hardly even connected to the internet; several books from a series which she’d been reading, though lacked the money to buy for herself; some new shirts and jeans, which Bailey immediately fell in love with; some new headphones; and lastly a new backpack, since Bailey never liked to carry a purse when she was out and about.
Berkley felt a ping of jealousy as Bailey opened her gifts, especially the laptop, which Berkley had requested for every birthday and Christmas over the last several years and had continually been denied. She got the distinct feeling that her mom was trying to get the message across to her of how much more she could be getting out of Christmas if she didn’t act like a baby. Berkley flushed with anger at this, but said nothing, and the anger quickly abated.
She knew she’d made her choice, but wondered if she might not one day be allowed to have both a grown up life as well as a baby life. Perhaps once she’d moved out, she might be able to find a nice guy who would baby her sometimes, yet treat her like an adult when she wanted. She knew from reading the forum posts on her favorite sites that most of the members were male, but didn’t let that delude her; she was fully aware that the vast majority of men were not into putting diapers on their girlfriends. Simply because most Adult Babies or Diaper Lovers were male, didn’t mean that most males were Adult Babies or Diaper Lovers.
Then, on the off chance that she did manage to find an Adult Baby or Diaper Lover boyfriend, she got the feeling that it would be something sexual for them, which for her it most certainly was not. Sure, wetting and messing was nice, and felt wonderful, especially that freedom she felt, being able to and moreover being allowed to relieve herself wherever and whenever she wanted, since she wore her bathroom between her legs. That, however, didn’t mean it turned her on; quite the contrary in fact – She never felt less sexy than when she was sitting with a load in her diaper – the smell was more than enough to kill those fantasies.
By the time New Year’s Day rolled around, almost all of Berkley’s holiday diapers had been used up, despite it being less than a week later, and the package having originally contained two dozen diapers. Berkley had a tendency to mess far more often than Bailey ever had, and that meant a lot more diaper changes – almost four every day, only one or two of which had been wet. Not that this meant much to the family, as Beth seemed to have an endless supply of diapers for herself and her two daughters, and with Bailey no longer messing herself, she might be able to get by on one change a day, maybe two, but hardly ever would more be necessary.
School started up again a few days into the New Year, and Berkley was far from eager to return. There didn’t seem to be a single kid in the school who didn’t know she was diapered. She seemed to draw stares simply from walking down the hall, with many taking time out of their day to follow her making crude farting noises and waving their hands under their noses. To make matters worse, once or twice people had begun to follow her when she’d just messed herself, which had not gone unnoticed.
Berkley had been pulled aside by several school officials and offered separate classes from the rest of the school. At first this had seemed like a good idea, but then she learned that what they were offering was a spot in the Special Education classrooms, which she had no interest in. It was bad enough that all of her old friends had deserted her, thinking her some kind of freak simply because, so far as they knew, she couldn’t control her bowels; she did not want people to think that she wasn’t up to the academic standards of her classmates either.
With the new semester beginning, most of her elective classes had changed, and she now had many new classmates. If the knowledge of her diapered state had been an isolated thing, this might have been good, but it was basically common knowledge throughout the school that she pooped herself on a daily basis. As such, all of her new classes were half filled with people hell-bent on making fun of her, or shooting her disgusting looks, like she smelled bad, even when her diaper was perfectly clean. There were of course a few people who held their tongues, presumably because they simply didn’t find her situation humorous, but she was no more happy to have people pitying her than to have them making fun of her, she just wanted people to treat her like they had before she’d pooped herself in class the first time.
Her new schedule also allowed her to have lunch a little earlier, since she’d now be going to lunch before fifth period, rather than after. This would have been perfectly welcome last quarter, but now she could hardly set foot into a bathroom without somebody pulling her aside to make fun of her, asking, “Why doesn’t the baby use her diaper?” She knew her mom would be furious with her if it somehow miraculously got back to her that she’d tried slipping off to the restroom, and stopped trying, especially after the third time that day she’d tried and failed to slip inside the south unit girl’s restroom and had almost gone inside when she saw the school nurse watching her suspiciously.
Throughout Berkley’s entire high school career, she’d hardly ever had need to see the nurse. In fact, the only time before this school year in which she’d needed to pay a visit to the nurse was in her freshman year, during which she’d sprained her ankle during gym class whilst playing a game of badminton, when she’d tripped and fallen. Now, however, it seemed she saw the nurse everywhere she went, and knew that this semester was going to be a very embarrassing one, since the only place she was permitted to change was the nurse’s office, since what she was disposing of was considered a biohazard and wasn’t allowed to be disposed of with the rest of the trash. Berkley acknowledged that this was probably for the best, as this allowed her a degree of privacy that she wouldn’t have in the school restrooms, by permitting her to change in a miniature bathroom usually reserved for kids who’ve taken ill.
Berkley’s first day back in school was far from pleasant. Even without her several failed attempts to use the bathroom, so that she didn’t have to mess herself in class, she had one of her most abysmal days yet, topped only by the days immediately preceding the holiday break. Her first indication that the day was going to be a bad one came early on in the day, when her bowels began aching before her first period class was even over. It was after this class that she tried to head to the bathroom the first time and had been stopped by a boy whom she recognized as one of the people who’d witnessed her first disastrous accident last quarter.
“Bathrooms are for big kids,” he’d said with a mischievous grin and barking laugh. Berkley pretended to ignore him, but bypassed the restroom just the same.
Berkley had tried to set foot into another restroom, and actually managed to get inside, but was driven out by a group of stuck up girls who flocked around her, asking, “Why doesn’t the baby use her diaper?” There was only one more bathroom between her first class and her second, and that was the one just outside the faculty break room, where she saw the nurse looking at her with narrowed eyes. Once again, she passed the bathroom up with clenched cheeks.
Berkley’s second class was a new one for her; World Geography, and the class was seated alphabetically. A rather pretty brunette groaned audibly when she took her seat behind Berkley, who thought she heard the girl mumble something about how Berkley, “Better not.” Whatever it was that Berkley, “better not,” do however, was drowned out by the start of class bell ringing. Less than ten minutes into her class, Berkley felt she could no longer hold it in without making it too obvious that she’d known she needed to poop. Obviously, if she were really incontinent, she wouldn’t be squirming in her seat for twenty minutes before messing herself, which she knew she would if she didn’t just let it go by itself.
Luckily, Berkley had become a master of messing herself without alerting everyone around her immediately, which was something she knew Bailey had never learned to do. Berkley leaned over her classwork, which was a sheet of questions she was supposed to be answering from the textbook; she leaned over and pretended to ruffle through her backpack for the book, and discreetly pushed. There was a hiss of expelled gas as Berkley clenched her stomach muscles and pushed, followed by a warm heaviness in the crotch of her diaper as her bladder let go, even though Berkley hadn’t really needed to pee. That was only the beginning, however, as a solid mass soon began to inch its way into the semi-confined space between her cheeks and the familiar, soft padding around them.
Less than a minute later, the brunette girl behind her was pulling her blouse up over her nose and fumbling about in her purse, before finally managing to extract a tiny bottle of perfume, which she sprayed vigorously in Berkley’s direction, while mumbling, “Oh dear God!” over and over again in between series of coughs and gags.
The teacher had obviously been told that Berkley was incontinent, because she just told the class to quiet down, ignore the smell, and pay attention to their work, because, “The poor girl can’t help it.” Berkley blazed red with embarrassment. Before the start of the quarter, in the few weeks between her first accident and the start of Holiday Break, she’d only ever messed herself within the last few minutes of class, but this class was nearly an hour long, and she’d managed to wet and mess herself within the first ten minutes.
Despite the teacher’s urging for the class to ignore what Berkley had just done and get on with things that were more important, the students in Berkley’s immediate vicinity wouldn’t stay quiet for long. Some jested lightheartedly, asking Berkley what she’d eaten that morning, and playfully pinching their noses, but the majority of them seemed to be very upset about having to sit near a girl who had just pooped her pants, and some of the more eccentric ones were even making retching noises.
Somehow, Berkley managed to get her work done, however, despite the embarrassment of having messed herself so early on in class. In fact, she seemed to be one of the few people in the class who’d been able to keep focused long enough to get through the entire sheet and even some of the bonus questions.
After class was over, she made her way as quickly as she could to the nurse’s office, which was around the corner at the end of the hall in the direction she’d come from on the way to class. The nurse looked up as she stepped into the room, saw who it was and simply pointed to an empty chair beside the small bathroom. Berkley supposed that somebody must be in the bathroom, because the door was closed and she thought she could hear movement inside.
She took her place, and shuddered as she heard the unmistakable sounds of somebody being sick on the other side of the door. She shifted uncomfortably from side to side, never minding the fact that this rocking motion would only make it more difficult for her to clean herself up. Several minutes passed and the bell for third period rang before the person occupying the bathroom finally came out. Berkley looked up as the door opened and went scarlet when she saw it was a boy; not just any boy, but perhaps one of the most attractive boys in the school, despite looking pale and shaky – he was obviously not feeling well.
Berkley suddenly found herself wishing she’d been able to hold off messing just an hour longer than she had, because there was no way this guy, whoever he was, could mistake her situation for anything other than it was. For one, she was known throughout the school for her poor bowel control; two, she had the very distinct aroma surrounding her of somebody who was in desperate need of a new pair of underwear. To make matters slightly more straightforward, however, she’d just been reaching down to grab a new diaper from her bag when the door had opened, and though she hadn’t extracted one completely, the one she’d been attempting to grab was sticking half-way out of her bag.
Berkley felt her pulse quicken as the boy sniffed the air briefly, glanced at Berkley, then at the half-exposed diaper in her bag, her crotch and back at her face, smirked slightly and walked away. She buried her face in her hands until he’d disappeared out the office door in the direction of the parking lot, where he would either be picked up or drive himself home.
When the boy was completely out of her line of sight, Berkley scrambled into the bathroom, where she removed her jumper, and assessed the best way to remove her diaper. It would have been easier if there was a place she could lie down, but the room was only a 3×4, with nowhere near enough room for her to stretch out. It took her several minutes to get herself positioned and cleaned up in a way that wouldn’t result in her getting poop all over her clean jumper, but in the end it was done and she was cleaned up.
She redressed herself quickly, and couldn’t help but feel that it wasn’t going to be a pleasant day. The day was, after all, just beginning, and she’d already managed to mess herself quite embarrassingly. On top of that, the hottest guy she had ever laid eyes on had seen her at what had to be the least attractive moment possible, with the small exception, perhaps, of when she’d actually begun messing herself. Sure, teenagers sometimes have accidents, this Berkley knew all too well. They are rare, and they are embarrassing to those who experienced them, but they happen. When a high school student has an accident, they may be teased for weeks or a few months, but people have a magnificent tendency to forget. Berkley, however, couldn’t hope that by the end of the month, or even the month after, people would begin talking of other things. No, her frequent messings and wettings would ensure that it would remain a hot topic for as long as she was in school.
Berkley arrived late to her next class by nearly ten minutes, but after handing the teacher the nurse’s note, explaining why, she was permitted to take her seat. Once more, this was a new class, and her classmates pointed and whispered and sometimes snickered as she found her seat. This class seemed to be seated alphabetically, so she was motioned to a seat in the very front row, just in front of the teacher’s desk. She saw that there were at least one or two people from her second period class in this class as well, and heard them whispering to their neighbors the story of what had just happened, which seemed to garner what Berkley assumed to be gasps of disgust from the boys and a few giggles of amusement from the girls.
The class passed, though by the end, it seemed that most of the class was at least semi-aware of what had happened in the previous class, and shot Berkley disapproving looks as they all shuffled mindlessly toward the door. She wished the teacher would have at least said something to try to get them to quiet down, because the second half of the class had mostly been drowned out by harsh whispers, all too often directed at Berkley herself, asking how she’d forgotten how to use the toilet.
The rest of the day was much the same, as her fourth, sixth and seventh period classes were all carried over from the first semester. Her fifth period class, however, was new, and was by far her favorite class. It was an art class, which was a subject she’d always loved, but hadn’t taken since the first semester of her sophomore year. Berkley wasn’t really much of an artist, but it was the atmosphere she loved. In this class, she was allowed to get up and walk around if need be, which also meant that she could, if need be, move away from everyone whilst she filled her diaper, and that anyone who might smell it could likewise walk away, rather than being restricted to sitting right in her cloud of foul smelling air. In addition, the teachers were much more laid back, and she was allowed to leave the class to change in the middle if she needed, so long as she finished her projects on time.
The teacher called attendance, and all but a few people announced that they were indeed present. The class turned out to be every bit as fun as Berkley had expected it to be. The teacher told them how they’d be working on wire sculptures for their first project, and set them to work after a short, albeit uninteresting, demonstration. Berkley’s sculpture was looking a tad shabby by the end of class, but not nearly as shabby as the diaper which sagged miserably between her thighs. She didn’t bother to get another change, however, as she had been much wetter much earlier in the day, and knew there was only the slightest chance that she’d wet much more before the end of the day.
This turned out to be true, as she only wet once more, just a few small spurts, during seventh period which wasn’t nearly enough to cause a leak. Most of the added warmth from her wet diaper had faded by the time she was done with the school day, which was unfortunate, but she could hardly call it uncomfortable. Sure, the additional warmth would have been nice, seeing as it was early January, and the temperature was in the high twenties, but the diaper was kept warm by her own body, and was held against it in close proximity by the jumper, through which anyone could clearly see the outline of her swollen diaper.
Berkley couldn’t pretend that she wasn’t ecstatic for the day to be over. The only good part of it, after all, had been art class, which had also been the only class in which most people didn’t seem to be whispering behind her back, or shooting her odd or unfriendly looks. Everyone in her seventh period class, including the teacher, seemed much less warmly inclined toward her than they had the previous quarter. Avoiding bitter thoughts, and relishing the comforting semi-warmth which hung between her thighs, she made her way half-heartedly to her car, cleaned a thin layer of snow off the windows, and drove home.
The End of Baby Bailey Bruhn – Chapter Eighteen.
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