Baby Bailey Bruhn – Chapter Twenty-Three – Berkley’s Birthday – Part 2
Berkley awoke several hours later quite unexpectedly, and very grudgingly. Her mom and sister had come into the room blowing party favors and singing “Happy Birthday” at the top of their lungs. Evidently they thought that since she was still, “the baby” of the family, a title she’d held even before being diapered, she had to have the party brought to her on their schedule. Her anger with them diminished when she saw a large pile of presents sitting on her dresser and the floor around it. She knew they’d most likely be baby-ish, but she didn’t care – she’d never gotten this many presents.
Before she was allowed to open them, however, her mom lit the candles of a small, rectangular cake, which had hopefully been decorated at home, as it said, “Happy Eighteenth, Berkley!” and was decorated with an icing diaper, complete with yellow icing in the crotch, which was evidently supposed to look like pee. Berkley blew out the candles, made a wish that she never had to give up her diapers, and took a slice of the cake for herself. Just to be funny, it seemed, her mom refused to give her a fork, saying, “Babies don’t use forks, honey. Babies are messy and eat with their hands. Without thinking, Berkley picked up a big glob of cake and stuffed it messily into her mouth, covering a good part of her face with icing. The three women laughed, and a minute later Beth was wiping the icing off with a damp napkin.
At last, Berkley was allowed to open her presents. She wasn’t the least bit surprised that the first few packages her mother handed her were custom diapers, which said things like, “Big Girl” and “Mommy’s Sweetheart” across the padded posterior. The next few presents she unwrapped were some toys, and then a new set of delicately decorated rattles. These were followed by a new set of bright pink pajamas with tiny black skulls all over them. Berkley’s style had sometimes bordered on ‘punk’, so these were appreciated. She then opened some more lumpy packages, which proved to be more jumpers – constant wear and tear over the months had worn out some of her old jumpers. She also got a new hair brush, some larger pacifiers, and a small collection of decorative hair-ties.
It wasn’t a bad haul, Berkley supposed, as far as baby-themed birthdays could go. She’d have liked some more adult-oriented gifts, perhaps a game or two for her computer or something, but she was happy for what all she did receive, as she was sure she’d get a reasonable amount of use out of all her gifts before too long. She was especially looking forward to the new pacifiers, as most of her old ones had gotten chewed up or gone missing.
Berkley wasted no time in opening the package of adult-sized pacifiers and popping one of them into her mouth. She didn’t care that her older sister was looking at her with a mixture of pity and shame, for at that moment, she was happy with who and what she was. She had her pacifier, her oh-so-comfortable onesie, and her diapers. It was her birthday and she was going to enjoy it exactly how she wanted to.
Lunch time came and went, with Berkley enjoying another small slice of cake along with it. By two o’ clock she’d messed, but Beth changed her right away, while Bailey watched TV. After her change, she’d gone back upstairs, where she got on her computer. Sure enough, when she went to the forums where she’d introduced herself, she had no fewer than five private messages on each forum, asking more about her. One person was evidently so dead-set on believing that there were no REAL women who were into the AB/DL thing, that he outright accused Berkley of being a man. She felt it would be best not to reply to these people – her profile on each forum said all she felt comfortable saying about herself. It mentioned she was eighteen and living in the United States, that she was female, that she was single(and not looking), that she was an AB, and that it wasn’t sexual for her. Despite all this information, she got a few replies that were nothing but hook-up requests from men who lived hundreds of miles away that were twice her age.
She browsed the forums, reading responses to her posts and replying back to them in turn, and even welcomed a couple of new members that had joined along with her. She read a broader spectrum of threads than she’d ever dared read before, from life issues such as people with some absurd desire to come out as an AB/DL to their loved ones, to diaper-related incidents on TV or in the news. She read some more stories, found some more sites and joined up at a few of those as well. Soon, it seemed, she’d be a member of virtually every AB/DL site on the internet.
By five o’ clock, she’d exhausted most of her favorite sites, some of which seemed to be having a slow day, and closed her browser. She then re-opened her word document, gazed half-bored at the last sentence she’d typed, and thought hard about what she could do to tidy up the story and finally end it. Throughout the course of the story, she’d jotted down and later deleted several plot devices which she thought she might use for more stories, provided her current one got predominantly positive reviews.
Inspiration didn’t really seem to be with her tonight, when her mind kept wanting to go back and browse the forums she could now fully enjoy. She tried desperately to draw from her own experiences, her own past, her own ideas, but nothing would come. When nothing would come, she tried to think back to her favorite stories, what made them so very enjoyable to read, and though she could pinpoint exactly what she liked in a story: the use of diapers, obviously; a little romance here and there; not too many wettings and messings, but it was nice to have some occasionally; a clear plot; an occasional antagonist, though never a constant one. Constant antagonists were entirely overdone. She had all of these things in her story already and thought adding a bit more might make her readers unhappy. She tried not to include too much of any one thing in her story, but when the story was nearly a hundred and twenty pages long, it was difficult not to repeat things occasionally.
She popped the pacifier back in her mouth, tossed her head back and closed her eyes. She suckled gently at the rubber nipple as she thought. She opened her eyes just long enough to look over at the clock, saw that it was a quarter past five, and sighed. She thought briefly of Oliver and wished she could have him, like Bailey had Eric. She knew what those two did when they went to ‘hang out’ or ‘watch a movie’ over at his house. She knew it, and she was jealous of it. Eric was an anomaly though – he seemed perfectly happy to be dating a girl in diapers, even if that girl herself was not happy to be in them. Berkley thought Oliver wouldn’t mind her diapers too much, but doubted he’d ever want to be more than friends because of them.
With jealous thoughts running through her mind, Berkley suddenly found that she couldn’t stand to stay cooped up in her house anymore. She got to her feet, changed into one of her new jumpers, never minding that these still had a patch that read, “Remember: There’s Never a Bad Time for a Change,” stitched onto the right leg. When she’d finished changing, she clipped her pacifier onto a lanyard and hung it around her neck, only stuffing it down the front of her jumper when she remembered how silly she’d look otherwise.
When she was fully dressed, she waddled her way downstairs, waved to her mom and stepped out the door. The sun was now fairly low in the sky, but not quite low enough that a simple walk around the block, maybe a quick visit to the stores she used to visit on the way home from school, might put her at risk of getting home after dark. She intended to be home before dinner, after all, which would be at around eight or so, since her mom had been pushing it back a little over the past couple of weeks, so Berkley could get her usual dinner-time mess changed before dinner, so she wouldn’t have to sit through her meal in a messy diaper. This was more for her mom’s benefit than for hers, she realized, as she herself had never complained about sitting in a messy diaper aloud to her mom.
She made her way up the street, passed by “The Sincerity Shoppe” and near the end of the street, she turned into a slightly larger, though still family-owned store, called “Kim and Kenny’s Used Books,” where she used to stop by on the way home from school, though admittedly that was back in middle-school, rather than high school. Once upon a time, she’d come in here with Bailey, back when the store’s co-owner, Kenny, had still been working here before retiring a few years back. That was way back when Bailey’s accidents had first started, and one of them had taken place back in the Mystery and Drama section of this store. Berkley hadn’t been back ever since, and missed the place dearly.
Now, as she stepped foot in the store for the first time in years, she saw just how much had changed. The store was now much better lit, had newer bookshelves, many more books, and even a few cases which held signed copies by very famous authors. The store now had quiet music playing over the sound system, and she smiled when she recognized the song as one of Bailey’s favorites.
Other than the music, playing so softly that she needed to listen intently just to make out the words, the store was completely silent, aside from the cashier girl occasionally asking, “Would you like a bag for that?” Berkley could even hear the distinct crinkle of her diaper as she walked, a sound which she could usually only ever hear in the quiet of her room. She made an effort to walk in a way that didn’t make her crinkle so much, then realized how awkward that must look, and resolved to hope that the sound wouldn’t be noticed by anyone else.
She shuffled her way around the store, avoiding other customers as best as she could, but it seemed the store had grown popular in the last few years, though the store itself hadn’t gotten any bigger. The aisles were still narrow and once or twice she was sure her diaper had brushed against somebody’s hand as she attempted to scoot past them. She was glad she hadn’t wet herself yet however; as she wasn’t sure she’d be able to move around other customers at all with a swollen diaper.
The aisles nearer to the back of the store were wide enough that two people could stand back to back, and still have enough room to browse the shelve. She spotted a section on parenting in the non-fiction section, and began to browse. There wasn’t much to interest her – a few books about toilet training, a few about tips on getting your newborn to sleep, etc, but nothing too important. Most of all, she was just trying to clear her head. Her mind still blazed with jealous thoughts of Bailey and Eric and the relationship they had that she so desired from Oliver.
Berkley flipped mindlessly through the pages of several books over the course of the next hour, before she realized she needed to both pee and poop. This would not normally have caused her great distress, but she was among a crowd of strangers, none of which could possibly know she was wearing a diaper. She thought she recognized the cashier girl from school, but she wasn’t in any of her classes, so she would hopefully not recognize her as she left the store.
Luck prevailed, and the cashier was busy checking out another customer when Berkley finally decided she’d better leave. Despite needing to relieve herself so badly, Berkley still desired to walk. She’d hardly had a chance to make real extended use of her diapers, as she was usually changed immediately after she’d used her diapers, even if she’d merely peed. She felt mischievous, but at the same time a wave of shame coursed over here, “What if,” she thought, “somebody stops me or realizes what I’ve done?” The thought was discomforting, and she wasn’t sure she should go through with it. She knew she’d have to go soon – the pressure in her bladder was overwhelming and the pressure in her bowels was nearly as bad.
Berkley shifted uncomfortably as she glanced down the road to where the corner of her house was just visible several blocks away. She then looked up the road in the opposite direction, towards the rest of town. She knew she’d probably wet and mess before she even made it back home, even if she walked straight home. Fully acknowledging this, she began walking away, up the road.
When she’d gone about a block further, her bladder throbbed once more then released without consent from Berkley, who was quite surprised with the sudden loss of control – the urge to pee had been something she’d once been quite capable of controlling for very long lengths of time, but had diminished greatly over the last few months. It had been less than half an hour since she’d even realized she had to pee, and in the last ten minutes, that need had become so overwhelming that she’d wet herself quite unintentionally.
She waddled slightly as she walked another few blocks, stopping occasionally to seize control of her bowels, which seemed as eager to release as her bladder had. She couldn’t even remember the last time she’d consciously willed herself NOT to mess. She vaguely remembered that she’d begun messing almost subconsciously just a couple of months ago, shortly after it became an expected thing of her in school. Recently, she’d only been vaguely aware that she had to poop in the first place before she found herself pushing – at this rate, she might really end up needing her diapers, instead of just enjoying them.
Knowing she wouldn’t be able to hold it for too much longer, Berkley slunk off somewhere to the side of the road, hiding herself from anyone who might see her by slipping in between two large shrubs by the side of a store. She glanced around, trying to make perfectly sure she wasn’t being observed on a security camera or something, and began pushing.
The mess which she pushed out now was not quite the hard pebbles she sometimes expelled when she was somewhat constipated, but it was far from soft. She felt her body attempting to expel it, and she even pushed as hard as she could, but the log inside her seemed reluctant to leave her, despite the discomfort it had been giving her since she left the bookstore. She squatted, grunting and sighing all the time, so that anyone who might stumble across her little hidden spot could hardly mistake what she was doing. Little by little, the log inched out of her, nestling itself into the soft, damp padding. After what seemed like ten minutes, but could hardly have been two, the log broke off. Berkley felt it drop heavily into the seat of her diaper – felt the warm weight pressing against her backside, and knew she wasn’t done yet.
After the nearly liquid mess she’d experienced the day before, she was astonished at the magnitude of clay-like mess she was now producing. She was red in the face now, not from embarrassment, but from pushing so hard. She felt several spurts of left-over urine issue from her as she pushed. Another few minutes passed before the second log finally cleared itself out of her, piling itself on top of the first log. Berkley was surprised somewhat when she realized she still had more to go, but sighed with relief at the ease with which this log departed.
The third log that departed required almost no effort on Berkley’s part – it just slipped on out on the tail of the second, almost as if Berkley’s sphincter hadn’t even begun to close. Berkley stood and felt the heaviness of her diaper shift and sag. She placed a hand delicately on the rear of her jumper and blushed furiously when she realized her diaper was so full and so swollen that it was actually straining the seams on the fabric. She wasn’t sure if she was imagining it, but she thought she could even feel the lumps that were her mess through the jumper and the diaper.
Berkley decided at this point that she would be better off abandoning what she’d intended to be a long, enjoyable walk in a full diaper. It would have to wait for another day, when her load wasn’t so massive. On her way home she thought she saw more than a couple of passersby stop and stare, and thought she heard a couple of people whispering.
When she got home, her mom saw the state she was in, and immediately changed her. Like before, when her mom had complained about the smell of her liquid mess, her mom simply couldn’t keep her mouth shut.
“Wow, Berkley,” She began, “I think you’ve somehow managed to poop more than you’ve eaten in days! There’s got to be at least five pounds of poop in your diaper. How in the WORLD did you manage that?” she chuckled lightly, but Berkley couldn’t understand what was so funny about the situation. She used to have unusually large poops all the time as a kid – by the time she was twelve, they’d had to install a toilet with the largest size drain hole they could find, because Berkley kept clogging it. She’d been careful ever since not to eat too much, but she’d indulged over the last few days, since her birthday was around the corner. When Beth had finished changing Berkley’s diaper, she playfully scolded her about making messes that big, and allowed Berkley to dismount from the changing station.
Berkley was glad to be back in a clean diaper – she liked them wet and she was content to be in a messy one, but for right now, she was content to be clean and dry. She then went back upstairs to work a little more on her story before supper, after which she would try to do a bit more before going to bed for school in the morning.
The End of Baby Bailey Bruhn – Chapter Twenty-Three.
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