Baby Bailey Bruhn – Chapter Twenty-Four – The Interests of Eric
It was mid-March now, and Bailey was lying in Eric’s bed. They had just finished making love again, and were both still naked. As always, Bailey had wet the bed when she’d climaxed, but it seemed so unimportant now. In fact, they lay even now in a large oval patch of Bailey’s pee. Bailey didn’t really care – it was her pee, after all, and she was usually sitting in a wet diaper anyways. Eric didn’t seem to mind it either, and only ever complained when it started to get cold.
The two of them simply lay there, with one of Eric’s hands gently stroking Bailey’s face and hair, the other arm, curled under her waist, his hand on her back. Every now and then, Eric would plant a kiss on her forehead, and she’d turn her green eyes up to him, and kiss him on the tip of his nose. They both smiled, and Bailey positively grinned. Surely, this must be what heaven is like.
Several minutes later, they both figured it’d be best if they changed the sheets again – Eric was always very good about changing the sheets after every time they had sex, though the smell of urine had by this point sunk into his mattress, and he was forced to spray it down with room freshener occasionally.
They both got up, reluctant to even let go of one another, and got dressed. Bailey pulled a spare diaper out of the bag she carried with her now that she was allowed to change herself again. She let Eric diaper her – something she’d never really thought he’d want to do, until he’d offered one day. His first few tries were a disaster – being an only child of only children, he’d never had any young siblings or cousins to care for while growing up and thus had absolutely no idea how to change a diaper. Bailey had showed him the proper way to do it, and he’d caught on quite fast.
By now, Eric was a master of the art of diaper changing, and seemed more than willing to change her. Once or twice he’d even stopped her from changing her own diaper simply because it was something he said he wanted to do for her. Bailey had to admit, she actually thought she preferred Eric’s diaper changes to her mother’s. Eric was very gentle, almost as if he were afraid of breaking her. He always applied a bit more baby powder than her mother had, but that was alright by her, so long as he didn’t over-do it.
Eric diapered her as lovingly as he always did, kissed her on the cheek and helped her up. Bailey grabbed a paper towel from the night stand beside the bed, smiled mischievously and wrapped it around the condom, still stretched over Eric’s semi-limp penis. Gently, she tugged at it, and at last it slid off. She crumpled it up and threw it away, while Eric got himself dressed. He’d just gotten his pants on when Bailey returned, and grabbed her own pants. Once the two of them had gotten completely dressed again, Eric took her by the hand.
He lead her over to the bed, and Bailey was somewhat alarmed to see that he looked nervous.
“What’s wrong, Love?” She asked, and smiled when he blushed slightly.
“Well, I’m sure you must have noticed that…” He began, but trailed off. He seemed to be struggling with something he both did and did not want to say.
“Go ahead, whatever it is, I won’t laugh,” she said, quite seriously. She turned his face towards hers, and stared unblinkingly into his dark eyes.
“I love you, and you love me. I didn’t think I’d ever find somebody who wouldn’t be disgusted at the mere thought of a girl who constantly wets her pants.”
Eric smiled slightly at that last remark, took a deep breath, and said in a rush, “I-don’t-mind-it-because-I-really-like-it.” He blushed furiously all of a sudden, and looked at Bailey as if willing her not to get freaked out by what he’d just said.
Eric’s fears were groundless, however, as Bailey replied, “Oh, is that all? I already knew that, I’ve known it for weeks and weeks now. Heck, any time you catch sight of my diaper, you get hard as a rock, and you never pass up an opportunity to change me. It’s really not a big deal, Lover Boy, I made up my mind a long time ago, before we first had sex that if it made you happy, I would be okay with it.”
Eric smiled wider than Bailey had ever seen him smile before. His face was half ecstatic and half bewildered.
“I’ve worried for so long that you might find out about my…my f-fetish, that I’ve been working up the courage to tell you about it for weeks now. I knew I’d dropped some pretty strong hints when we’d first gotten to know each other and started hanging out a bit. All the questions I’d asked had to be a dead-giveaway…”
“Yeah, they pretty much were. It was back then that I first began to suspect that you had a thing for girls in diapers.” Bailey said, grinning from ear to ear.
“Not girls, Love. Just you, only you…” He said, stroking her hair again and kissing her gently.
“I saw you in that restaurant; back when I first introduced myself to you. I didn’t know then that you wore diapers, but when I found out, I couldn’t believe what I was feeling. It didn’t disgust me, it aroused me…I’d never thought about anyone wearing diapers before except babies and old people. The thought of you wearing one was just so…hot!” He barked.
“Ah,” said Bailey, “but I do have one question, though I think I might know the answer already. Do you like it when I use my diapers or do you just like the thought of me wearing one?”
Eric hesitated, “Both, actually…I don’t know why, I just do. I’ve tried to ask myself why seeing a young woman in diapers, wetting and messing herself would be attractive to me, and I just can’t answer it.” Eric suddenly blushed furiously, hoping Bailey hadn’t been paying too close of attention to what he’d just said.
No dice, however, as Bailey wasted no time jumping on what he’d just said, “Wetting and messing? You’ve never seen me mess myself, and I think the subject was only ever brought up once.”
“Yeah well, I have…thought about it, I suppose. I mean, I know you don’t do it often, probably whenever it can be avoided, but I’ve wondered what that’d be like. I’ve seen you wet yourself multiple times; whenever we have sex, and sometimes when we are just lounging around, watching a movie, you almost always have a wet diaper before too long. I’ve never seen you mess though,” Eric said, turning if possible, even redder.
“Well,” Bailey said, going a little pink in the face herself, “did you…want…to see me mess?” The thought was alarming her slightly. Something about messing was a lot more embarrassing to her than wetting. Perhaps because it made for a harder clean up or perhaps simply because she could stop herself from messing, but not from wetting, so the former was akin to a bigger, much more personal defeat.
“I-” Eric began, hesitating for a moment before going on, evidently praying that he wasn’t being lured into a trap, “I think I’d like that,” He admitted.
Silence fell between the two as Bailey wondered what would happen next. She loved Eric very much and was glad he’d finally confided his desires to her. She got no sexual gratification from messing herself, but knew Eric would be positively ecstatic. It’d be like Christmas coming early for him, if his embarrassment at admitting his desires was any indication of how bad his desire for the act was.
Bailey made up her mind to fulfill Eric’s desire, knowing full well that her diaper was very fresh, having just been taped on her by Eric himself not ten minutes prior. She’d needed to poop for some time now, even before she’d come they’d had sex. She’d figured she’d simply use Eric’s bathroom when the urge got too bad, and by this point, the urge was getting rather desperate.
She smiled meekly at him, “I’ll do it for you…now, if you’d like. I really have to go and I don’t think I can hold it much longer anyways.”
Eric smiled, “Really? Love, you have no idea how big of a turn-on that is for me, just hearing you say that.”
“Well, Lover Boy, if you think that’s a turn-on, just you wait.” Bailey said, trying her best to sound sexy. She got to her feet, unbuttoned her jeans and dropped them around her ankles, exposing the white plastic of her diaper. She kicked her jeans into Eric’s lap and turned around so that he’d get a good view as she filled her diaper. She had gotten quite used to messing during her six months in diapers, but it had now been three months since she’d been forced to do so. She’d messed a few times on purpose since then, when she’d been too lazy to go to the bathroom, though this had always been on days when she either wouldn’t be seeing Eric at all, or would be seeing him much later. In addition, she’d messed herself a handful of times on accident, having become so accustomed to just letting fly whenever that she hadn’t stopped to think that she didn’t need to do that anymore.
She spread her legs apart slightly, and rubbed distractedly at her stomach. She felt the mess inside her churning and hoped it wouldn’t be a particularly messy one. She didn’t like messing, but even less did she like semi-solid or even liquid messes. When she did mess, she preferred the load to be soft, yet firm at the same time, about the consistency of fresh clay. She let out a little fart, and blushed. She had never farted audibly in Eric’s presence before, but the embarrassment was encompassed by what happened next. She pushed ever so slightly, and all at once felt the entire contents of her stomach squeezing out of her, nestling cozily into her diaper. She heard the crackle of the poop and the rustle of the plastic of her diaper as it expanded to make room for the smelly contents it had just received. Bailey felt her face burning as the smell hit her and the full realization of what she’d just done hit her.
She turned around to face Eric, who had a giddy look on his face, like he’d just witnessed a miracle in action. She relaxed a bit when it became evident that Eric had thoroughly enjoyed what she’d just done. Eric then got to his feet and hugged her tightly, kissing her neck passionately.
Bailey felt the hardness of him pressing against her again, and knew that he was somehow ready for another round of sex, despite having just finished their last go not twenty minutes prior. She wanted him badly again as well, but wasn’t sure how to go about it. Surely, a diaper change now would kill the mood for both of them. She supposed they didn’t have to have real sex, they could just do a bit of dry humping, like they used to. She laid back on his bare bed, and opened her legs to him, despite the unpleasant warmth pressing into her backside.
Eric wasted no time before stripping off his own pants and underwear again. Bailey even had to stop him from grabbing a condom, as he was under the impression they were going to have sex again. She told him they might do that later on, if she got a bit more comfortable with messing for him, but for now they’d just fool around a bit.
Eric climbed on top of her without hesitation, thrusting into the spot that always gave her so much pleasure. Bailey’s eyes rolled back again as her toes splayed and curled once more and the world seemed to fill with light. She didn’t think of the mess in her diaper and how badly she’d need a change after this or how difficult the clean-up would be. She thought only of him and of herself and of the unbound bliss that passed between them as they both reached their climax. Eric slumped over beside her, grinning and kissing her ears and neck.
“Thank you,” he said, reaching for the roll of paper towels again, so he could clean off the pearlescent fluid he’s left on the crotch of her diaper.
“That was amazing, that’s the fastest either of us has ever…you know…” she said, quite out of breath. She couldn’t believe how amazing that had felt, even with a mess in the seat of her diaper – perhaps BECAUSE of the mess in the seat of her diaper.
Several minutes later, when the smell of the load on Bailey’s diaper was getting a little nauseating, Eric offered to change her. At first, Bailey was tempted to decline, but then thought better of it. Eric must really love her if he’s offering to change her messy diaper, knowing full well that it will be incredibly bad, and she’d be a fool to turn him down. She knew that if they stayed together, he’d come to be her primary diaper changer, and for some reason that was alright with her.
She had to walk him through it, explaining how to change her without getting poop everywhere. She had a portable changing pad in her bag for her usual changes, but didn’t usually use, since she was so used to changing herself. She had him lay it out beneath her before untaping the diaper. When Eric opened it, his face went completely blank, and he turned away, looking sick. Bailey almost called the whole thing off right there, insisting he didn’t have to do it and that she could change herself if it was too much. Eric waved away her protests and lifted her legs up like she’d showed him. With his spare hand, he grabbed a few baby wipes and cleaned off the bulk of the mess, though he still looked very pale. Then without warning, Bailey felt him slide a baby wipe through her cleft, right over that little node that he always knew how to arouse just right. He wiped her down so efficiently and so completely, that when he was done, he spanked her lightly on one dazzlingly clean butt-cheek, and pronounced her, “Clean as a whistle.”
A minute later, she was in a clean, heavily-powdered diaper, and leaning her red face against his shoulder. He kissed the top of her head, told her he loved her, and thanked her once again for allowing him to indulge himself in her situation.
“Anything for you, my Love,” she said as she kissed him and wrapped herself in his arms.
Eric looked over at the clock, saw that it was getting late and suggested that he take her home now. His parents would be home before too long and he needed to crack a window and dispose of the messy diaper and used wipes. Not to mention he still needed to wash his sheets.
Bailey agreed and the two of them left a few minutes later, when they’d both dressed themselves, opened his windows and started the washer. Eric drove her home and kissed her good-bye and told her he’d see her the next day, to which she happily agreed.
Bailey waved good-bye as Eric drove off, and went inside only after his car had disappeared around the street corner. She said nothing as she passed her mother, who was in the middle of preparing supper in the kitchen, or as she passed Berkley, whom she suspected to share either the same fetish as Eric, or something very similar.
The End of Baby Bailey Bruhn – Chapter Twenty-Four.
If you want to read more stories about ABDL girls you can find a list here: Diaper Girls – Index
The story originally came from: https://www.dailydiapers.com/content/stories.html