Baby Bailey Bruhn – Chapter Twenty-Seven – Dreams and Memories
Berkley wasn’t sure when it happened, as nobody ever is, but sometime after she lay down on her bed, she fell asleep. The dreams she had, she was vaguely aware later, were a mixture of many things – Memories, fantasies, and even elements of her own, unfinished story.
Though she couldn’t quite remember how she’d gotten there, she found herself lying in a crib. She was wearing a diaper, but aside from that she was completely naked. She looked around for something to cover herself with, sure that somebody would come into the room at any moment. Finding no clothes in the crib, she resolved to pull her blanket over her, like a cloak. She was aware that she was smaller than usual, but no younger. Her hair was still the same length, rather than baby fuzz, her arms and legs were still firm, rather than the slightly flabby limbs of babies. Most reassuring to Berkley, however, was the fact that she still had breasts, however small they may be compared to either her mother’s or sister’s. Even dream Berkley had never made it to a B-cup.
The side of the crib seemed to fade away, and she crawled out of it. Everything seemed hazy for a moment as her surroundings formed themselves. There seemed to be soft music playing from down the hall and she found herself dragged forward, almost against her will, because it just seemed like the right thing to do. The hall was larger by far than the hallway in her house, or maybe she was just smaller than she’d guessed. As she approached a set of stairs, she seemed to grow suddenly bigger, as the blanket she was covering herself with covered less and less of her. A moment later, it seemed hardly bigger than a dish towel. The music seemed to grow no louder or softer, no matter where she went in the house, as if the music weren’t coming from any one place, but everywhere at once.
She kept the piece of fabric that had been her blanket pinned to her chest, covering the only part of her that seemed necessary to cover, and with her free hand she gripped the handrail of the stairs as she went down. The stairs seemed to morph from a straight set of stairs to a spiraling walkway, going down and down, further and further. The light seemed to swell and dim, as if there was a constant power surge, made stranger still by the haziness of anything more than a few feet away.
At last, she got to the bottom of the stairs, just as they morphed back into a regular staircase again. She now seemed to be in a huge empty room, and she was slightly alarmed to find that her blanket had disappeared, and that she was now entirely naked, without even a diaper to cover her most intimate parts. She covered the soft tuft of hair there with one hand and bend her other arm across her chest, covering her breasts again. She felt herself burning with embarrassment, knowing that at any moment, somebody would come in and rebuke her for walking around a house that most certainly was not her house naked. To make matters worse, she suddenly felt she needed to go to the bathroom, but she hadn’t the slightest idea of where one was!
She looked around frantically, her mind filling with dismay as she realized there were hundreds upon hundreds of doors lining the walls of the room. Feeling her need to relieve herself growing stronger and stronger with each passing second, she tossed open each door in turn, finding at least a dozen closets, kitchens, dining rooms, bedrooms and living rooms, but not a single sign of a bathroom. What was she going to do? She was going to end up relieving herself on the floor of this massive room if she didn’t find a toilet soon. She wondered vaguely what had happened to her diaper, but continued to look through door after door for a bathroom. Eventually she’d made her way all around the room, and not a single one of the doors had been concealing a bathroom. She suddenly felt a warm sensation trickling down her leg and realized with horror that she was peeing. Then she heard several strange thuds, as some brown muddy substance fell in large chunks onto the floor. She sighed with relief, but immediately filled with shame at what she’d done.
She opened one of the doors, hoping to find a kitchen so she could grab some paper towels with which she might clean up the mess she’d made on the floor. When she opened the door, however, her surroundings seemed to morph into something new. She realized now that she was wearing a fancy dress, but that she was diapered beneath it. She looked around and saw that she was in her own home, and that the spot where she’d had such a disastrous accident a minute ago was now a very peculiarly placed toilet, right in the middle of her living room, about where the changing table would usually be.
The doorbell rang, and she realized for the first time that the peculiar music had subsided. She went to answer the door, where there was a strange girl, who looked nearly identical to herself, but lacking in detail, like a background character in an oil painting. She was wearing what looked like a onesie, despite standing on the front porch in plain view of everyone.
“Come on, Berkley, we need to go,” the girl said, tugging at Berkley’s arm. Berkley didn’t resist, and the world around her seemed to take some time to form, so that for some time, the two of them moved through blurry surroundings, only occasionally passing by something that Berkley recognized. At last they came to a stop, and the world around them seemed to sharpen into being. Though Berkley didn’t recognize the place, she knew, as people often do in dreams, where she was. Though it looked nothing like its real world counterpart, she knew this was supposed to be her school, and realized the dress she was wearing was a prom dress. She was, for some reason, at prom in diapers.
There were hundreds of blurry-faced people here, who all seemed to know her. Many of the people just seemed to be copies of one another, all wearing the same dresses and same tuxedos, all wearing their hear in the same styles, and dancing with the same partners, as if her mind couldn’t be bothered to fill in the details with something more original. She was suddenly aware that her diaper was very full, despite having just relieved herself so thoroughly all over the floor of the strange building a minute ago.
A man, taller than her by far, but looking oh so familiar, seemed to come out of nowhere and scooped her up. He carried her like a baby to a changing table right in the middle of the dance floor. Berkley panicked as she realized what was about to happen as she kicked and screamed and clawed at the man, whom Berkley realized with a shock was Ollie, and that he wasn’t so much taller than usual, but that she’d shrunk back down to the size of a toddler as soon as he’d grabbed hold of her. She wailed at the top of her lungs for Ollie to let her go, saying that she didn’t need to be changed, despite the fact that her diaper had swollen to comical proportions, so that it looked like she was carrying a beach ball underneath her dress.
Ollie took no notice of her cries though, and strapped her to the changing table, lifted her dress above her head, and removed her diaper. Laughter filled the hall as her messy privates were put on full display for the entire school to see. She screamed and screamed for Ollie to put a new diaper on her, or at the very least to clean up her poop, so that she didn’t look so much like a little kid who’d soiled herself.
The world reformed itself again, and she suddenly realized she was back at home in her crib, naked again, with Ollie, her sister and Eric standing over her.
“Where’s mom?” she asked, trying to pull a blanket over herself, not wanting any of them to see her naked any more than she could avoid. The, three of them looked at each other, smiling, as if she’d just said something incredibly adorable. Suddenly the room went dark, as if the lights had gone out, and Berkley felt somebody groping at her breasts. She didn’t slap the hand away, but moaned audibly, knowing whose hand it must be.
“Ollie, please…” she said, not sure whether she was begging for it to stop or for it to progress.
She spread her legs, unsure if she’d done it or if the unseen figure of Ollie had done it, but she made no effort to close them again. She felt a hand part the small tuft of hair between her thighs and slip inside her. She moaned and began to grind herself against it, letting the finger go in and out, in and out. She felt her bladder let go, but didn’t worry, because she was suddenly sure Ollie didn’t care. The darkness seemed to lift, and she saw Ollie leaning over her, naked, his penis throbbing as his fingers went in and out of her. Just as he was about to enter her in a somehow more personal way, however, she woke up.
She saw that it was still dark out, and wondered to herself what time it could possibly be. She looked at her clock and saw that it was only half past five in the morning – several hours earlier that her usual wake-up time on a Saturday morning. She knew right off the bat that she was soaked, but that the messings she’d performed in her dream had luckily remained there. She had decided that, though she liked messing herself, she didn’t really enjoy the clean-up when it was she that had to do it.
She got out of bed, grinding her balled up fists into her eyes and yawning lowly. Her sight was still blurred with sleep and her mind still lost in the dreams she’d had – those oh so confusing and yet not unpleasant dreams. She recalled the ending very clearly – recalled what she and Ollie had been about to do, and felt a slight tingle and a gentle warmth swell between her thighs. Though she was quite alone in her room, she felt oddly embarrassed at the feeling.
She sat down at her computer desk and nearly nodded off as she waited for her computer to start up. When it had, she clicked impatiently at the word processor program she used to write her story, typed in the password that kept the document private, and began to think. Her mind drifted back to when Bailey had first been put into diapers after she began wetting her pants at school. She remembered the very first time it had happened; Bailey and their mother had tried to keep her in the dark about it, but she wasn’t stupid. She saw Bailey taking her single pair of jeans downstairs to the basement, where the laundry was done. She saw the dark stain that spread all down the legs. To make the evidence clearer still, she smelled the unmistakable odor of stale urine.
Bailey and their mother had been right to try to keep Bailey’s accident from her, because she had found it hilarious – her older, oh-so-mature sister, had wet her pants at school. It was delicious gossip, which she could hold over Bailey for years, maybe even the rest of their lives. But were there perhaps some misgiving in her, some sour thoughts about how she had treated her sister? If there were, they were quickly pushed aside, so that she could have some small thing that she could hold over her perfect older sister – She, the younger sister, the overlooked, the constantly overshadowed sibling, had at the very least never wet her pants in living memory. She had, in fact, gotten successfully potty trained at an extraordinarily early age and had remained clean and dry ever since. She may not be as smart or as athletic, or even as good at video games as Bailey, but here at last, she was better than her at something.
Then, not long after, Bailey had wet herself again, and had been taken to the doctor to see if she might have some sort of infection. The doctor had deferred them to a urologist, who had given them the diagnosis that Bailey had become somewhat incontinent, presumably due to psychological issues, as her body seemed perfectly fine. This had been another gem to Berkley, who on top of being able to laugh at her older sister for wetting her pants, also got to laugh at her for having something wrong with her mind.
After another couple of weeks and several more wetting accidents, their mom had bought Bailey diapers, and Berkley almost exploded from trying to withhold her laughter – their mom had absolutely forbidden Berkley from making fun of Bailey for wearing diapers. Months passed, and those odd, shady thoughts she sometimes had crept in more and more often. She slowly began to see these thoughts for what they were – pure, unadulterated jealousy. She was jealous that her sister and mom were in diapers and she was not. The absurdity of these thoughts was undeniable, but there it was. To Berkley, it was almost as if she’d been excluded from a club.
It was also around this time that she’d begun to look into the phenomenon that was her weird fascination with diapers, and she learned that she was not alone. It disturbed her a little to learn that the vast majority of the people that liked diapers seemed to be men with a sexual fixation. She was at least old enough to know what did and what did not turn her on, and diapers most certainly did not turn her on. She quickly deleted her search history after browsing these sites, and even deleted the cookies off her computer, just in case the subject might crop up in a search bar in the future, at which point Berkley would have a lot of explaining to do. Bailey might be smart, but Berkley…she was very clever.
With these thoughts echoing across the years, Berkley put her fingertips to the keys of her computer and began to type, gaining in momentum until she was churning out paragraphs and pages once more, the writing becoming much better and easier to work into coherent thought as the end of her story loomed nearer and nearer. By now it was the size of a small novel – over seventy-seven thousand words in length, and all of it masterfully written, at least as well as an eighteen year-old girl could be reasonably expected to write.
By nine o’ clock, Berkley had completely finished her story, and her eyes were burning from the time she’d spent staring blankly at the screen. Her fingers felt so very lively, as if burning to write more, but she dared not. She dared not. If she were to write even another paragraph, she was worried that she might go off on a frenzy and work in a few more plot details that she might convince herself needed to be cleared up a bit more, and before she knew it she’d be jotting down notes that would take another two or three chapters to work out entirely. No, it was simplest to leave off as it was – finished.
She sat up and felt her diaper sag. She’d neglected to change herself, and her inner thighs were starting to get a little itchy. She wasn’t quite to the point of a full-blown rash, but she knew she needed to get changed soon. She realized she would have to do it herself – her mom would almost certainly be unwilling to help her change now that her punishment was over. She waddled down the hall and down the stairs to the living room, where she grabbed a clean diaper out of the pile beneath the changing table. She wasn’t the least bit surprised to see her mom sitting up, sipping a cup of coffee, and watching the weather channel.
Part of Berkley yearned for her mom to look up and ask, “Need help, Berk? Hop up on the table and let me change you.” No such thing happened though, and Berkley was forced to resign herself that she really would have to begin changing herself. She carried the fresh diaper with her up the stairs, closing the door to her room behind her. She laid the fresh diaper out on the bed and began changing herself. Though it was one of the few times she’d ever done it, she thought she did a reasonably good job. Unlike Bailey, who’d been adept at diapering herself for some time due to her incontinence, Berkley wasn’t a master diaper-changer, but this time it fit snugly enough, and all the tapes were anchored firmly to the front of the white plastic, stopping just short of the color-changing strip that would show when she was wet.
She got up off the bed and sat down at her computer. She skimmed over her finished story, clicked the save button, and then opened up her web browser. One site at a time, she posted her story online. She wondered if people would like it – she hoped so, as she’d spent nearly an entire year writing it.
The End of Baby Bailey Bruhn – Chapter Twenty-Seven.
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