Hello all I am back and ready to deliver a better story than before. For those of you that may have read my previous story “Diaper are Contagious and Additive” this new story is meant to start a prequel to the events of that very story. I apologize to those who may want to re read that story after reading this tale but I am reworking that so that will act as a better more well rounded story like so many on this forum. I really wanted my story to be great and I believed the first attempt fell short. So, in short, this is the Introduction of the main character from the original series, Taylor. I think this prequel will better prepare the character for events to follow as the other version was quick and crude. FYI this is only the Introduction in the prequel there will be a few chapters before the first revised version of the original story will come out. Enjoy!
The lights began to get brighter and brighter as the haze around her vision began to finally lift. She lifted her head slightly and looked around the room to no avail. The little “cocktail” as the doctor called it before her surgery and the following sedation was clouding her line of sight. She fell back into a deep sleep but awoke again, was it hour’s minutes or days she did not know. This time she opened her eyes things were clearer, she saw her mother and father sitting by her side and she smiled. Taylor laid there and smiled knowing she had made it, it was not a very risky surgery but surgery none the less. Soccer, her favorite sport, had taken its toll on her legs. The technical details eluded even her but the point was if she wanted to walk without pain she was going under the knife. She looked down for the first time to see both of legs from the knee down in casts, no pain, but that was what the IV was for.
“Welcome back honey”, her mother finally said noticing her daughter finally up from her slumber.
“See I told you that you were tough enough to make it through”, her father added.
Taylor could not help at giggle at this, as if one had to do with the other in this situation. The nurse came in and for the next couple of days Taylor spent floating. Floating may be a weird term but because she could not walk for while by herself the nurses had to carry her to the bathroom and anywhere else short enough to make the wheelchair unnecessary. Taylor hated this, maybe not hated but annoyed at having to rely on someone else to help her go to the bathroom but it was tolerable. She was so excited to be out of the hospital that morning as she was being wheeled to the car, but she still had a little over a week before she could walk by herself. It was a Saturday when she got out of the hospital so her parents were there for her the first couple of days. Taylor was sitting in the back of the car when the urge to pee first hit, she still had 20 minutes before home but she figured she would be fine. 40 minutes later the entered the garage and Taylor was bursting as soon as they parked she whipped the door open but the casts stopped her cold.
“Wow that was some traffic jam I thought …” her Dad was saying before he was interrupted.
“TAYLOR, please do not move your legs you heard the doctor!!” her mother half yelled, half worried scream.
“Mom please hurry, I… I have to go…” Taylor admitted embarrassingly.
“Oh my, help her sweetie”, she motioned to her husband.
He jumped into action swopping her up and taking her inside fast, just in time. She sat on the toilet, totally relieved, at both going to the bathroom and coming home finally. At that point, despite the minor discomfort of her cast legs, she felt weirder than usual. With all of her weight sitting there she never realized how cold the seat was or how hard it was. She could not even adjust herself because there was nothing to lift herself with her arms and her legs were out of commission. When she finished Taylor pulled up her shorts, she did not wear any underwear because her mother had forgot it that morning. She called and her dad came in and took her to her bedroom. She almost cried when she came in, her parents had set up her room for her. She would be stuck there a lot over the next few days so her parents but the TV from downstairs in her room, they moved a couple of tables to the edge so she could reach her computer and other essentials. Then she saw a curious item on one of the tables, a baby monitor?
“Mom this is absolutely wonderful, but what is that doing there?” she questioned.
“Oh that!”, her mom exclaimed, just remembering her plan, “I am keeping the other end with me so all you have to do is turn it on and talk when you want something I dug it out of your baby things.”
Her mom clapped her hands together at her masterful plan. Taylor thought it was sensible but it was weird having it in her room after all these years, being in collage now. She had worked hard to finish her classes two weeks early before the summer for her surgery. Taylor, now all tucked into bed, was chatting away on the computer with her friends. She was in there until around supper time, Taylor had to keep her liquids up so when she finally felt the urge to go again it was, again, a pretty urgent message. She reached over and switch on the monitor.
“Hey mom I need to get to the bathroom”, she frantically said into the device.
Luckily her mom was right on top of things and was there, she had difficulty picking her up though. They made it to the bathroom but on the way back her mother gasped in pain and nearly dropped her.
“Mom are you ok?!” she said as she was lowered into bed.
“I’m fine… Ouu… yeah I’m a little hurt here but nothing to worry about” her mother replied in obvious pain as she left the room.
Taylor hoped her mother was ok she looked in a lot of pain when she walked out, she shifted herself back into the growing indent on the bed and settled back in for the night. Her mom came back up to replace the water jug they had placed next to her bed, after only a few hours at home she had already drank over half the jug. After her mother walked out of the room she knew she had to get her back checked out the next day because, judging from that water jug, more bathroom trips were needed.
Taylor went to bed that night, she felt so sweaty from lying in bed it was hard to go to sleep but, eventually the tiredness of her body gave in. She woke up the next morning feeling absolutely gross, lifting her body upwards she wiped her eyes trying to wake up. Taylor shifted her legs and gasped at a small sharp pain from her legs as well as stiffness in her knees from lack of use. However, there was something else that was also apparent after she began to awaken, after all of that water she had to go right away.
“Mom I’m up and I have to go”, she said as she was still groggily waking up.
She waited for about 5 minutes, then another 5 minutes.
“Please, Mom hurry up I really have to go!!” she whined.
Now she waited another 10 minutes, Taylor was starting to curse everything in her life as she desperately clenched her hands between her legs.
“UGH… Mom Please!!!” she directed towards her life line.
Her monitor, she hissed behind her teeth, at the thought of a monitor being her life line. She felt a small warm spot on her palm as she felt some pee escape the death grip she had on her bladder. She looked at the monitor for help only to discover her mistake, the light was not on so the monitor was not on. Taylor saw her chance as she rolled herself over and that was her undoing, as she reached over to the table she froze. She looked back at the vanity mirror on the wall opposite her bed, the view was an interesting one. Taylor saw herself laying in her bed, hair mangled from sleep with her piercing blue eyes behind the brown locks, two casts on her legs up to the knee and a growing dark spot growing between her legs. Taylor tired but she knew she couldn’t stop it so she fully let go and felt the warmth spread out and then beneath her on the bed. She buried her head in the pillow and held back tears at this humiliating event in her life. Slowly she reached over to turn on the monitor to face the music.
“Mom…” was all she could muster to say as she tried not to cry.
She rolled over and got her first look at the dark wet space in her bed and the now dark pink shorts between her legs, Taylor shielded her eyes. Her mother walked in and saw her college age daughter with her hands over her eyes and puddle in her bed, she may not have known what exactly happened but it was an accident. Not wanting to compound her event she elected to gather up her daughter, this was a struggle, and carry her to the bathroom.
“Don’t worry honey we will get you cleaned up” she reassured Taylor.
They got her ready for a shower and placed her in the shower chair they had acquired. While the shower took place Taylor’s mom started to clean the bed when her back tweaked itself again, the pain was sharp as she gathered the sheets. As she walked to the laundry and grabbed new sheets she caught her husband at the breakfast table.
“Sweetie can you handle moving Taylor today I don’t think my back can handle it” she said to him holding her back awkwardly.
“That’s fine, but what are you going to do tomorrow?” he asked knowing his going back to work, he was counting on her being able to help that’s why he didn’t take more time off.
“Don’t worry I will handle it” she shouted as she headed upstairs, in her mind though she wasn’t sure.
She resolved to go to the doctor later to find out. Meanwhile Taylor was sitting the shower in absolute peace. Not only did she finally get the sweat off of her and get a nice warm shower at home for the first time in a week but Taylor just told herself that this wouldn’t happen again it was just one of those things. In fact, she thought to herself, the accident meant nothing it wasn’t her fault (other than a silly mistake) and her mom simply did not hear her. As she shifting herself out in the chair to recline and stretch the warm water made her feel the urge to pee, seeing no problem with this she simply let go the urge. With her legs spread and her head back the only way she could tell she was peeing was the obvious and the smaller splashing sound beneath her. The sensation was nothing like the warmth she felt lying in bed as the pee flowed through her thin shorts out on under her to the bed. She finished her shower and grabbed a towel as she called to her mom, she was half surprised when her dad came in but the two of them got her to her room and into a new blue tank top and a pair of red shorts. As a special treat her dad brought her to the living room couch and that was where she stayed until later that afternoon. Her mom left for some shopping, she said, and Taylor was happy to be out of her room. She was on the couch when she felt the urge to go, the water jug came with her downstairs so she was full, but it was not an emergency.
“Hey dad I need to go to the bathroom?” she talked into the monitor, after the morning she still despised the device but her father was in the garage working.
Her father heard the monitor and yelled out from his garage.
“Be there in a bit honey” he confirmed as he went to the half bath of the garage to clean up a bit.
Taylor heard this and then began to think about her house in a different way than before, meaning her proximity to the bathrooms. From her position on the couch she was actually closer to the upstairs bathroom at the top of the stairs rather than the bathroom on the other side of the house. She was a little annoyed when she realized that her room was the farthest away from the very same bathroom. Taylor waited for another few minutes when her father walked in ready to bring her up to the bathroom, as he lifted her up the shift in position made her control over her bladder less so. Given that mornings events Taylor did the last thing she should have, panic.
“Dad hurry!” she suddenly shouted at him.
This froze her Dad for a few precious seconds as he did not expect such an urgent message from his daughter but he rushed upstairs. He ran her in to the bathroom and placed her on the toilet and left the room. Taylor wretched her shorts down and she let go the desperate urge.
“AAwwwww… UGH!” Taylor had let out a sigh that turned into a gasp as she realized her mistake.
In her haste to pee she forgot she actually put panties and was now soaking them. She was able to pull herself up with momentum to get her panties off in a hurry. As she landed back down on the toilet she let out a small yelp of pain as she hit back down. Taylor winced as she finished peeing and a cold snap came over her, her flooded panties had been warm but now she was sitting on the cold lid, why was it so cold? As she questioned this she reached down to inspect the damage only to find the entire crouch area soaked. Sitting there she decided she did not want her dad to know what had happened, her fear of a second accident in a single day was too great. So she worked the panties back up, slightly grimacing at the wetness and then her shorts came up as she prayed it would not show through. While she was covering up evidence in the bathroom her mother had called the house and was talking to her father.
“So anyway that was a close one it was so odd that she yelled like that” her father had finished relaying the recent events at home to his wife when she inquired about Taylor.
On the other end of the phone her heart sank at this news, in addition to the accident this morning she knew she had one option after leaving the doctors.
“Well I’m glad it worked out” she told him.
He noted the sound of something plastic being thrown into a shopping cart in the background.
“Are you coming home soon” he asked in response.
“I will be awhile I had something to find so I’m an hour and a half away” she told him.
“Ok, see you soon” he concluded.
“See you soon” she stated as she hung up. Staring into her cart preparing herself for later that night.
As he hung up the phone he heard Taylor call for him and he walked upstairs and gathered her up and brought her back downstairs. She had a hard time getting settled on the couch, as she shifted she felt the wetness her panties absorbed. Not only that, rather than the fleeting warmth from this morning or the lack of in the shower the warmth the pee gave her did not go away. Taylor actually sat there not paying attention to nothing other than that, it was not long before it became cold. As she finally spread her legs apart she still could not shake the cold but it was more bearable than letting anyone know she wet herself again. She stayed on the couch for the rest of the day until her mother came home, she noticed that her mom couldn’t look her in the eye when she walked in with her shopping bags. A short while later her dad carried her upstairs to her bed for the night. Taylor enjoyed the time she spent in the living room and only 5 days left before she could take some steps. Then her mother knocked on the door before bed with news that would change things dramatically.
“Hey honey how are you feeling?” her mom asked in a sickly sweet tone.
“I’m fine how about you?” Taylor replied.
“Well that’s what I wanted to talk about” she stated, pushing something behind the door in the hallway with her foot.
“Is something wrong?” the girl asked nervously.
“Here is the situation. I went to the doctor and long story short I won’t be able to lift you for the rest of the week you are laid up” she told her frankly.
“Oh, well does that mean dad is taking off work?” Taylor asked.
“No he isn’t, in fact I think this will remain between the two of us I do not want him worrying about either of us… anyway back on point I have a solution but I know this will be a fight” she concluded.
“What are you talking about?” Taylor replied, very confused.
“Well I have bought you some protection so that we can get through the few hours till your dad gets home” she said flat out.
“What do you…? OH NO NO NO NO NO!!” Taylor retorted with clarity, “I am NOT wearing diapers!!!”
“Now wait a minute you have no option, you already have had an accident that I know was not your fault but it still happened” she said, as a matter a fact and getting up to the door.
Her mother reached behind the frame as Taylor heard a tearing sound followed by her walking back to the bed with her new “underwear” in hand. Taylor took a moment and stared at the diaper, it looked like it had two inch wide tapes that went around the waist and a large thick padding in the very center which was bulkier than the rest of the fabric of the… thing.
“Just wait…” she continued pushing herself up in the bed, away from her mother, “I can’t just lay here and … well relief myself.”
“Now honey you only have to use this because of all the liquids you’re drinking during the day” her mother said to calm her down.
This news eased her a bit but she still wanted to stand firm against this she could win this. However, after another 15 minutes back and forth Taylor knew there was no other option so she tried to at least get some dignity.
“Please mom at least get me some of those, for lack of a better term, pull ups” she tactically brought up.
“I thought of that but because of your casts we would have a tough time getting them on over those” she finalized, “now this fight is over we have to do this.”
As she said this she pulled the covers off of her daughter’s bed. Taylor was about to come back with something to keep her in the fight when her mother effectively ended all of her points.
“See now we can avoid this from now on too” her mother nodded towards her shorts.
Taylor looked down to see small wet spots that had come through her shorts from her panties. She never should have hide the second accident but it was all over now for her as she laid her head back in defeat and explained what happened.
“I knew after I talked to your father that even a non-emergency could be a problem, I’m sorry honey” she told her.
She continued with “Now I do not want you to suffer so pay attention to what I do and you can take care of this yourself.”
Taylor almost threw up at the realization that her mother was about to diaper her for the first time in over a decade and a half but she laid there as the scene unfolded. Her mother worked her shorts and panties down her legs and over her casts carefully, then she reached and folded her shirt up slightly to give room for the tapes. Taylor was humiliated enough but then came the moment of truth she her mother open up the diaper, reach down and pull the back padding behind her bottom. She already could feel the padding against her skin as she watched her mom pull the front up and back down and then securing the both tapes. As her mother finished the job Taylor looked up, she may have watched it but she still was not ready to look at the whole picture.
“Remind me why I had to be diapered tonight?” Taylor inquired.
“In the morning you will probably have to go and this way you can without having a repeat of this morning” her mother stated logically.
“Now the rest of them are right here” her mom continued putting what was left of the small pack into the night stand drawer, “and here is a bin for … when you need to throw them away.”
Taylor was listening but all she could do was stare at the ceiling and not move an inch. Her mother knew this had to be tough but she resolved that it better if she take a step back and just not mention it unless her daughter brought it up. Her mom left and Taylor finally gained the courage to look down at herself. She looked down beyond the edge of her shirt, as she propped herself up on her elbows, to the plastic/cloth tapes she felt tight around her hips and largish pad that raised above her body and down between her legs. The diaper itself looked different to Taylor, as if the center padding was for a different diaper entirely as the rest of plastic-like cloth seemed smaller in proportion. Curiosity got the better of her as she reached for the torn remains of the plastic container they came in, it confirmed her suspicion.
“Extra absorbent, extra padding XL diaper” she read on the packaging.
This was just a regular diaper that was given a larger size and extra padding for heavy wets. Or for big girls like her that now needed to wear this undesirable garment. Did she just call herself a big girl? That was a term for little pants wetter’s who needed diapers she was just unable to physically reach the toilet. Taylor knew she had to stay strong she could get through this with her dignity and her adulthood intact. The last thing she wanted was to get used to this or have lasting effects, as Taylor moved the covers over herself she noted how hot it felt wearing this extra padding between her legs. But in a moment of clarity and comfort, as she settled into bed and the new underwear, Taylor could not help but noticed the soft cradle she felt in the diaper. She rolled her head to the side as she twirled her hair a bit in a totally relaxed state.
“Ok I will say this, they are comfy when you have the cloth padding instead of thin panties” she stated out loud in the dark.
Taylor glanced at her hand, still twirling, she briefly wondered why babies sucked their thumbs. It was an odd thought but in her tired state she allowed her mind to wonder, was it the sensation or another security thing? Then there, in the blackness of her room as she fell asleep, Taylor placed her thumb inside her mouth suckled only a few fleeting moment before the soundness of sleep took her.