Baby Bailey Bruhn – Chapter Twenty – Trouble at School
It was the end of January now, and with blizzard-like snowstorms for the last few days, Berkley had been out of school for four days straight due to school being cancelled on Monday and Tuesday, following a very snowy weekend. Now, however, the snow plows had finally gotten around to clearing the bulk of the snow up, and the salt trucks were doing their best to keep the ice at a minimum.
Berkley had awoken early that Wednesday to see if school had been cancelled again, and would have been happy to simply lie in bed, relishing the warm wetness that filled her diaper. She still didn’t wet the bed, but would usually wake up with a throbbing bladder and immediately empty it with hardly a thought. Sometimes she’d even go back to sleep, but not today. No, today she must get up, and check the news stations for school closures.
She fumbled around through the bars of her crib; eyes still closed with sleepiness, and finally unlatched the side, letting her out. Occasionally her mom would feign anger at how she was not to let herself out, but must be let out by someone else, but this was rare, and generally just something to keep Berkley on her toes.
After she’d freed herself from her crib, she crept downstairs, where she could already hear the television blaring news coverage about the weather. She stumbled on the last step, her heel slipping off the bottom step onto the hardwood floor with a loud and very painful thud. The noise from the television silenced immediately.
“You’ve got school today, Berkley,” came the voice of her mother from the living room.
“Best get you changed now. I suppose you’re already wet?” the voice came again, louder, and closer. A second later, Beth emerged around the corner, her feet having hardly made a sound, or perhaps Berkley’s ears were still muffled with sleep as well. In either case, her mom took her by the wrist and dragged her gently over to the changing table still set up in the living room.
Berkley was always astounded at how good her mother, Beth, had gotten at changing diapers over the last seven months. She’d been a bit out of practice changing any diapers other than her own since Berkley had first gotten out of diapers so many years ago, and had helped Bailey a little bit when she’d first begun to lose control, though Bailey had always done most of the work then, and she’d only helped get the tapes snug, but comfortable. Now, she could change even the messiest of diapers on her near-adult daughter in a couple of minutes, and a wet one in about forty-five seconds, as she did now.
A minute after laying down on the table, Berkley was in a fresh, dry diaper, though she wished her mom had at least given her the chance to mess before dragging her off to be changed, that way it’d be almost the end of the school day before she messed again, or at least over halfway through. Now she’d almost certainly be messing by the end of third period, maybe even as early as second period. Though she knew it was for the best – it was either mess in school or risk losing her diapers forever – she still didn’t much like messing herself in public, particularly around the more attractive of her classmates.
Berkley had learned about a week ago that the boy she’d seen in the nurse’s office was actually a new classmate of hers in her art class who had taken ill on the same day the new semester had started, and was thus absent from class for a few days. His name was Oliver Krantz, though most people – teachers included – called him Ollie. So far, at least, Berkley had thus far managed to avoid direct eye contact with him, though she thought she’d seen him looking over at her from time to time out of the corner of her eye during art class. Usually, if she’d sneak a glance over at him when she’d been so sure he’d been looking, she’d see him turn immediately to the person working beside him and strike up a conversation. Berkley hoped their topic of conversation wasn’t what kind of underwear she was wearing.
Berkley went upstairs to get dressed, as she felt it might not be in her best interests to head to school in a t-shirt and diaper, though it’d make for an interesting conversation starter. She rummaged through the various, yet similar clothes available to her and settled on a black denim jumper with red rose adornments over the snaps. She wore this over a plain red t-shirt, and was fairly pleased at the way it looked. All-in-all, she thought it looked very grown up for an outfit designed specifically to make her look babyish.
Since she’d gotten up early to check the weather, she was able to take her time and eat a decent breakfast for a change. Typically, she’d just grab some cereal, add some milk, and be done with it, but today she was able to enjoy a plate of eggs and toast with grape jam and butter. She wolfed it down, knowing full well that it would end up in her diaper late that evening. She didn’t care, however, as that was what happened every evening, as well as several other times a day, and at least once during school.
When she’d finished eating, she looked over at the clock, saw that it was basically time for her to leave, and then headed back upstairs. She grabbed her backpack, and went downstairs, where her mom handed her a fresh diaper, as usual. Already feeling the first rumblings in her stomach, and knowing there was nothing more she could do about it, she headed out the door.
She got to school, and growled in frustration at the mismatched way everyone was parked due to the snow – it was as if nobody had the faintest idea how the lines in the parking lot were usually painted without a visual aide. Typically, the rows were divided into several one-way rows, but the parking lot, which hadn’t been plowed very thoroughly, was a disaster area. There were a few cars parked diagonally, as usual, but there were a lot of people who’d just parked wherever they thought their car would fit. Some people had even had the nerve to park so that the side of their car was virtually two inches from the front or rear of another car – a position that Berkley knew must be taking up two or three parking spaces. She finally managed to park, and could only hope nobody blocked her in, as she was sure she’d be in desperate need of a change by the end of school, and didn’t want to sit around for an hour whilst everybody tried to maneuver out of the lot.
The first bell had already rung by the time Berkley had gotten to her homeroom, and she’d barely had time to sit her stuff down and explain why she was late before the second bell rang, and it was time for her to head to her first period class. By the time her first class ended, Berkley was already feeling the gassy build-up that told her she’d be needing to make a trip to the nurse’s office before long. She could only hope that this time, it would be between classes, as sitting through any part of a class in a messy diaper was just too embarrassing for her taste. She’d learned to cope with it somewhat, especially now that all the fuss had died down.
Admitted, Berkley still had that annoying girl in her second period class, whose seat was right behind hers, and who had to put up with Berkley’s ‘poor bowel control.’ This girl, whom Berkley had learned was named Kristen, never hesitated to express her disgust with Berkley whenever they were within whispering distance of one another. She’d stopped saying things allowed after she’d been given detention for refusing to quiet down following one of Berkley’s lapses in control, though in truth, Berkley had messed that time specifically to tick her off.
Other than the girl in her World Geography class, however, most people had come to accept that Berkley had a genuine medical condition, though she didn’t really, and though they kept their distance, they kept their comments to themselves. Berkley was thankful to this, because despite having a completely ruined reputation, she was able to have an almost normal school day, minus the trips to the nurse’s office.
Unluckily for Berkley, however, it was once again second period when her bowels were becoming too agitated to deal with. She realized she’d been shifting uncomfortably for what must have been ten seconds, and knew if she kept it up, she’d give away the fact that she still had bowel control. She feigned a surprised look, as she pushed out an abnormally solid load into her diaper, having to lift up her butt a good amount to get it all out, before throwing a falsely apologetic look over her shoulder at Kristen, who looked scandalized once again.
This time, the mess in Berkley’s diaper didn’t smell nearly as bad as usual. In fact, it was only a faint scent lingering in the air, but Kristen didn’t seem to care. After class let out, she followed Berkley down the hall, almost all the way to the nurse’s office and kicked her in the butt. The kick wasn’t hard enough to hurt, but it was definitely hard enough to smash the mess in Berkley’s diaper more than a simple sitting would have done.
Berkley whirled around and saw Kristen, who smirked, gave a malicious laugh, and turned on the spot to walk back down the hall to her next class. Without a second thought, Berkley reached out and grabbed at Kristen’s hair and tugged hard. Kristen jerked back and stumbled before she came tumbling down. As she fell, her arm shot out and grasped the front of Berkley’s jumper.
There was a ripping sound just before Kristen finally hit the ground, and the hall filled with laughter, jeers and whispers. Berkley was now standing in the middle of the hall with her torn jumper around her ankles. The straps which had held it up had both ripped at the seams. Berkley was petrified as she looked down at her fallen nemesis, then at herself – her diaper, complete with the bulge she’d just produced in her previous class, was on display for all to see. She quickly composed herself and pulled her jumper up to obscure her shameful state, before darting amidst the guffawing students to the nurse’s office.
She managed not to cry as she cleaned herself up in the nurse’s office – a process made all the more arduous by the fact that her mess had been squashed against her. Her mom stopped by to drop off a new jumper for her, and took the damaged one home to sew it up. As a result of having to wait for her mom, Berkley was nearly fifteen minutes late to her next class. She had to endure what seemed like relentless laughter when it had seemed like people were finally forgetting about her. She now had random people coming up to her, seemingly for no other reason than to make poorly thought out jokes about how babies don’t belong in ‘big kid school.’
Luckily, by the time art class came around, some of the novelty of her attire had worn off again. By then, only a few people still seemed to find her situation humorous, and those few were usually silenced by the faculty with threats of detention. Berkley had expected some sort of backlash for the scuffle in the hallway earlier, particularly as she’d pulled the hair of another student, but it seemed the faculty were taking pity on her, and didn’t want to punish her.
They were starting clay sculptures in their art class today, something that Berkley had been looking forward to. She’d been working on hers for quite a while when she heard a girl talking about how the clay looked “like it came out of Berkley Bruhn.” Berkley felt her face burn at this through a combination of shame and rage. Several minutes later, however, she heard that same girl yell, “What the Hell!?” Berkley looked up and saw the girl with her head turned, trying to inspect her own butt. To Berkley’s surprise, her butt seemed to be covered with some sort of brown liquid. At first she thought the girl had an accident, but then realized she must have sat in a puddle of over-wet clay.
“That ought to keep her quiet for a while,” came a boy’s voice from directly behind Berkley.
Berkley spun around in her seat without thinking, and ended up head-butting Oliver Krantz in the nose. They both simultaneously covered their faces – Berkley from shock, and Oliver from pain.
“I’m so sorry!” she yelped, and she was glad to see that as Oliver pulled his own hands away, his nose wasn’t bleeding.
“My fault, my fault…” he said, touching the sides of his nose, as if to confirm that it was still attached to his face.
“Do you think you should go to the nurse’s office? It looks a little swollen,” Berkley said, and bit her lip. It was quite true; his nose was definitely a bit larger around the bridge than it had been before, and had a distinct red-purple tinge to it. Admitted, she’d had very little time to look at his face properly before, but she knew a swollen nose when she saw one, having sustained a couple herself over the years.
“N-Nah, I’ll be fine, how’s your head?” he asked, finally pulling his hand away from his now, though wincing as he did.
“Oh, it’s fine. I barely even felt it connect,” she said, at last lifting her hand to her own forehead, and rubbing the spot that had hit him. She then looked up, and grinned. She didn’t know why, but she did. Then the best thing that day happened to her – he smiled back.
By the time school let out, Berkley’s diaper was soaked, as she’d wet just after sixth period, when she realized her bladder had been aching for the majority of the time she’d been talking to Oliver. She hadn’t wanted to risk wetting while she talked to him, for fear he’d take notice. She knew he must be aware that she wore diapers – after all, everyone knew she wore them, but she thought he must not be too put off by them, as he ignored all the odd looks people were giving them whilst they talked.
Berkley had just decided that, despite everything, the day hadn’t been a complete waste, when she got out to the parking lot, and saw the trouble. Traffic was at a standstill, because too many people had parked incorrectly. People were boxed in, and others were screaming their heads off at other drivers for minor scratches in their bumpers from where other cars had slid into them, or else bumped them while trying to back out of their parking spot.
Berkley looked around frantically for her own car and spotted it, completely boxed in with a line of completely stationary cars both behind and in front of hers. Berkley could hardly get to her car, let alone get back into it. Even if she could get in, it would have been impossible for her to go anywhere, because of all the traffic.
With a groan of exasperation, she went back inside to keep warm, hoping that the bulk of the traffic would clear out before her body decided it was time for her to poop again. If she’d brought another diaper, she’d have gladly waited as long as reasonably necessary to get out of the parking lot; she could even change herself in the bathroom if necessary, or in the nurse’s office was still open, she could change there, but she had nothing to change into. Unfortunately, however, her breakfast seemed ready to say good-bye to Berkley. She thought she could actually feel it drop into her colon, and hoped very strongly that the traffic hold-up would disperse.
Berkley kept her mind on other things in an attempt to keep her diaper clean for a little while longer, until she could be sure of a swift change. She liked messing, of course, and the bulk of the students had either caught the buses home, or were in their cars already, so there wasn’t too much of an issue with messing, but it was the weather. With the cold snap they were experiencing, a warm, messy diaper quickly turned into the feeling of sitting on refrigerated clay, which was something Berkley didn’t enjoy.
Sure, she could stay inside until the traffic dispersed, but inside the smell of a messy diaper was too noticeable. Admitted, most of the staff were already aware of who she was and what her situation entailed, but she didn’t want to risk being approached and questioned. She knew there was always the risk that a teacher, smelling her mess, would ask if she was alright, and may try to lead her to the nurse.
No, messing simply wasn’t a good option, though it was something she knew she’d have to do soon. Fifteen minutes? Maybe twenty? She couldn’t be sure, but it would be soon, and certainly before she got home. She simply stood, leaning lethargically against the wall, staring out at the parking lot as one-by-one, the cars left, despite there being three different exits – two of them were completely blocked by traffic.
Ten more minutes went by, and Berkley was shifting her weight from leg to leg, right to left, then back to right, all within seconds of one another. She tried to think of Oliver, hoping the pleasant thoughts of him, and his brilliant blue eyes might drive the need to mess away – his presence had certainly staved off the need to pee earlier, but no such luck. When this failed, she turned to wicked thoughts of all the ways she’d like to torture Kristen for the humiliation she’d caused her earlier, but that yielded no better results.
Traffic had died down, and she was finally able to get into the driver’s side door of her car, though the backed up traffic prevented her from backing out or pulling forward, and so she resolved to wait again.
Five more minutes passed, and though she was sitting, she was forced to clench and re-clench her sphincter, still unwilling to mess until she was sure she could get changed within a few minutes. She was shaking and sweating, despite the cold weather all around her. She could feel the build-up of gas and solid waste all throughout her abdomen, and knew it was a matter of minutes, perhaps only moments before she lost all control.
Then it happened; that all too familiar sensation of having insufficient strength to hold on. She squeezed one last futile time, and felt globs of warm, semi-solid mud squirt out of her, followed momentarily by a searing pain in her sphincter as copious amounts of poop pushed its way into the confines of her diaper, and by a terrible smell, worse than her usual messes by far.
Berkley groaned and banged her head lazily on the steering wheel of her car. Why did it have to happen now? Couldn’t it have waited until she’d been some place more convenient? From the way it was looking, it might be another fifteen minutes before she could even get out of the parking lot, let alone get home and changed into a nice, clean diaper.
A few minutes later, the line of traffic behind her car had moved up enough that she could at least back out and join the line, instead of waiting miserably in her parking spot. She shifted uncomfortably in the mess she’d made, and thought it felt oddly like warm pasta sauce with chunks of tomato in it and tried not to retch.
At long last, after fifteen minutes in a messy diaper, she was out of the parking lot and on the road. Unfortunately, the snow had picked up again and she had to drive even more slowly than she’d anticipated. As a result, it was nearly a quarter after four in the afternoon by the time she got home and changed, by which point she’d been in a messy diaper for nearly half an hour.
Her mom had seemed surprised to see Berkley home so late, and while she changed her youngest daughter, she questioned her on whether she’d been hanging out with some of her old friends. Berkley replied listlessly that she didn’t have any friends anymore, and remembered with a pang of sorrow that she’d once been very popular.
Berkley shuddered as her mom applied some soothing cream to her rectum, which did away with a lot of the pain that had resulted from the liquid mess, thanked her mom absently as she hopped down off the table, not even bothering to put her jumper back on, and went upstairs, thinking of her story for the first time in a week, and as images of Oliver flashed in her mind, she thought she might include a romance chapter, if it didn’t come off sounding too corny.
The End of Baby Bailey Bruhn – Chapter Twenty.
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