Taylors New Role -- (Author) newt

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Author: newt
Timestamp: Dec 6, 2024 at 2:56 PM
Content: Chapter One

Taylor thought her senior year of college would be the best year of her life. It was her last year to soak in the college experience, and she intended to do just that.

She never expected it to end up like this.

Taylor always wondered how her boyfriend, Sean, managed to stay so relaxed under pressure. It was the quality she admired most about him. No matter what was happening, he was always calm, cool, and collected.

Unlike Taylor. Whether it was midterms, essays, or even making it to the 8 AM class she had to take, she incessantly stressed over it. Not even Sean's steady presence and assurances could soothe her frayed nerves.

The situation only got worse as she started Spring semester. With graduation approaching like a runaway freight train, Taylor knew she'd be thrust into the adult world in only a few months. She'd need a job, an apartment, all of it. Taylor couldn't have been more overwhelmed.

Unfortunately for Taylor, her nerves came with significant side effects. Side effects that would change the trajectory of her life and relationship with Sean. You see, there was a direct correlation between Taylor's nerves and her overactive bladder. The more nervous she became, the more you'd find Taylor sprinting to the bathroom, fighting an overwhelming urge to pee.

For years, it had merely been an annoyance, not a problem. Sure, she'd need to rush to the bathroom, but she'd always make it. Nothing to worry about, just something to deal with.

So Taylor pushed it aside. She had more pressing concerns, anyway.

“What do you want to do for spring break, babe? Sean asked as they ate dinner at his apartment. Taylor loved his apartment—it was her safe space, her haven. Unlike Taylor, Sean lived alone. Though Taylor spent so much time there, she might as well have been on the lease.

Taylor thought about it. She wouldn’t settle for somewhere basic and cliché—it was her last Spring Break, after all. No, this trip had to be special—their last hurrah before they became boring adults.

Taylor didn’t know it yet, but she would never become the adult she imagined.

“What about Mexico?” Taylor responds, “Maybe Cabo or Cancun?”

For the rest of the night, they mulled over increasingly exotic destinations. For a few hours, Taylor forgot all about her worries and concerns. At least until she tried to sleep. Before long, Taylor went from imagining partying on some foreign beach with Sean to her future after it, never noticing her growing need to pee as she fitfully drifted off to sleep.

“Taylor…Taylor. Wake up.”

Taylor heard Sean’s voice trickle into her dream. For as anxious as she was falling asleep, she had remarkably good dreams. She was dancing with Sean, taking shots on bars, and…something else. She remembered sprinting to the bathroom, feeling the intense relief of making it on time.

“Taylor,” she heard Sean say again, shocking her awake. She felt cold and…wet. “You wet the bed last night.”

Sean expertly handled the situation. Taylor was obviously mortified, but both of them chalked it up to a one-off event. She wasn’t a bedwetter, Sean assured her. It happens every so often.

Except Taylor woke up in a puddle every morning for five days. The more it happened, the more worried Taylor became. The more she worried, the more likely she was to wake up wet. It was a vicious cycle. A cycle that Taylor would never escape.

As always, Sean never showed any signs of panic or concern. Every morning when he inevitably woke up in a wet bed, he calmly woke Taylor up and washed the sheets, assuring Taylor everything was okay.

That night, Taylor went to Sean’s apartment as usual. It had been a long week for Taylor between the bedwetting and a tedious, difficult course load. She needed a quiet Friday night with Sean.

Taylor noticed something different about Sean, though. There were subtle, almost imperceptible changes in his behavior. Sean was always helpful, respectful, and generous, yet tonight he seemed even more so. Taylor couldn’t put her finger on it.

Something about the way Sean acted made him feel…was powerful the right word? Maybe authoritative? Taylor tried to decide. He wasn’t bossy or mean—no, it felt too loving to be either. He just seemed more…in control. Protective.

Whatever it was, Taylor didn’t mind. She felt surprisingly safe and comfortable, even when he insisted he handle dinner while Taylor relaxed. Or when he cleaned the dishes himself. Or when he unilaterally decided they should watch Finding Nemo, saying it was “perfect” for her. Even when he rebuffed Taylor’s request for a glass of wine. Taylor contented herself with cuddling with Sean under the blankets on the couch, watching the movie.

Once the movie ended, Sean decided it was time for bed. As they got up to head to his bedroom, Taylor heard him say something that flushed her cheeks with embarrassment: “Taylor, can you try to go potty before bed?”

Taylor froze. She’d never heard Sean call it a “potty” before. Despite her overwhelming embarrassment hearing his suggestion, Taylor meekly agreed. “O-okay,” she said, barely more than a whisper. Taylor didn’t use the “potty,” though, unwilling to give in to Sean’s infantile demands.

But Taylor’s embarrassment was only beginning. As she walked into his bedroom after humiliating time on the “potty,” she found another, even more humiliating item waiting for her on his bed: a package of pull-ups. Sean sat next to them, waiting expectantly for Taylor.

“Wh-what are those?” Taylor stuttered.

“It’s time you wore some protection to bed, Taylor,” Sean said sternly, yet with a surprising undercurrent of love, “Your accidents aren’t stopping. So you need to wear these until you get it under control.”

Taylor understood this wasn’t a negotiation. Sean expected her to wear the infantile garments next to him. She watched as he calmly opened the package, taking out the pull-up she would soon wear. Seeing it made her stomach drop, the yellow and blue stripes a poor imitation of the underwear it would soon replace.

“Come here, Taylor,” he said, the authority unmistakable in his voice. Taylor did, wordlessly walking towards the inevitable humiliation. Without another word, he pulled down Taylor’s pants, then underwear. He fluffed the pull-up, separating the leg holes.

“Up,” he demanded, tapping her left leg. When she did, Sean slipped the pull-up over her leg, up to her calf. The process repeated with the other leg. Soon, the pull-up was lifted into place.

“There,” Sean said, satisfied, “How does it feel, Taylor?”

A dawning realization grew in Taylor’s mind. Sean’s behavior all night made sense. He treated Taylor exactly how you’d expect to treat someone who still wears pull-ups—all part of the power dynamic that inherently comes with diapers.

“No, no, no, this can’t be happening!” Taylor thought in a panic, “I don’t need pull-ups!”

Sean never took his eyes off Taylor. He patiently waited for her to answer.

To Taylor’s horror, her body answered for her. Her frayed nerves were pushed past their breaking point, throwing her bladder into overdrive. Without warning, Taylor felt her bladder violently spasm. Before she could even react, she felt a growing warmth in her pull-up. She looked down in terror, unable—unwilling—to comprehend what was happening.

For a nanosecond, Sean’s eyes grew wide when he realized what was happening before regaining his composure. He saw a darkness spread in Taylor’s pull-up, expanding as it did. Neither spoke until Taylor finished.

Calm as always, Sean looked up at Taylor’s face, her cheeks red with shame. “Well, I’m glad you were wearing your pull-up!”

“I-I-I don’t u-understand!” Taylor sobs, humiliation getting the best of her.

“I do,” Sean replied, getting up and hugging Taylor, “You had an accident. Like the ones you’ve been having all week. But it’s nothing to be ashamed of, Taylor. I’m here.”

Their embrace was interrupted by the sound of dripping. Sean stepped back, looking down at Taylor’s now leaking pull-up.

He sighed. “Taylor, honey, I don’t think these pull-ups will cut it, especially if you’re going to keep having accidents when you’re awake. Tomorrow, we’ll get you something more suited to your needs.”

Even though it was left unsaid, Taylor knew exactly what he meant: diapers. And even worse, he thought she was having daytime accidents. Well, she was having daytime accidents.

Panic and frustration welled inside Taylor. “I don’t need diapers! I’m not a baby!” Taylor shrieked, her tone very much as infantile as the baby she denied being.

“Look at me,” Sean commanded, “I understand you’re embarrassed. But you just leaked through your pull-up. You weren’t sleeping when you wet it. You obviously need diapers if you don’t want to leak every time you have an accident. And you’ll need them whenever you’re at risk of having an accident, which now appears to be when you’re asleep and awake.”

The next morning, Taylor followed Sean into his car. Every step reminded her of the pull-up that he insisted she wear. Not that Taylor could deny its necessity anymore as she passed the garbage can that now contained two wet pull-ups.

Taylor meekly held Sean’s hand as he perused the diaper aisle of the medical supply store. Grabbing diapers from the shelf, slowly, methodically inspecting them to determine if they will meet Taylor’s needs. He never asked or accepted Taylor’s input or opinion.

Finally, he settled on a case of Northshore Megamax diapers over Taylor’s whining that those diapers were too thick. She didn’t pee that much, she insisted, and besides, how would she go to the bathroom? Sean brushed her concerns away.

Once they got home, Sean led Taylor straight to their bedroom, grabbing a Megamax from the package. “Lay down,” he ordered.

For the first time she could remember, Taylor was about to be put into a diaper. Despite her fear and hesitation, she laid down. Sean—not her—was in control. She watched as he gently ripped the sides of her pull-up and removed it from her body. She expertly fluffed the diaper that would soon be wrapped around Taylor.

Without warning, Sean lifted Taylor’s legs with his left hand, sliding the diaper under her with his right. Taylor felt his strength as he did. Despite her embarrassment, she almost enjoyed his newfound authority over her.

He generously applied baby powder, its babyish scent filling the room, a subtle reminder of Taylor’s position. Taylor felt her diaper pulled up to her stomach before hearing the tabs opening, trapping her in her first diaper.

“There,” Sean beamed, checking his handiwork and fretting with the leak guards, “Perfect fit!”

Taylor stood up, the bulk between her legs unmistakable. “These are so bulky, Sean! I don’t need them this thick!”

Sean just laughed. “You don’t need to worry about that, okay? Besides, we need to go over the new rules for your diapers first.”

“R-rules?” Taylor stammers.

“Yes, silly,” Sean responded, “What did you expect?”

“I expected not to be in a diaper!” Taylor retorted.

“Well, I’m not the one who wet the bed all week. Or leaked through a pull-up when I was wide awake. Hard to expect not to be in a diaper when that happens, babe.”
Taylor glared at him, no clever responses forming in her head.

“Anyway. Rule number one: you are absolutely, unequivocally not in charge of your diapers, understand? I am. You are not to touch, remove, or change your diaper under any circumstances. I will check and change your diaper when I see fit.”

Taylor opened her mouth to argue. “Don’t interrupt, sweetie. I need you to hear these rules, okay?”

“Good, thank you, Taylor. Rule number two,” Sean continued, “You can tell me whenever you need to go to the bathroom and I will help remove your diaper. If you go two weeks without having an accident during the day, I won’t keep you in them. Same for night. But if you do have an accident, the 2-week period resets. If you are not out of diapers by Spring Break in three months, I will keep you in them permanently. If that happens, you will use them for everything. No exceptions.”

“Rule number three, you are not to wear anything over your diaper when we are home. I want to see if you’ve had an accident. And, hopefully, it will inspire you to act like a big girl and not wet your diapers.”

“Rule number four: you will listen to what I say at all times. Anyone in diapers cannot be in charge. It’s absurd to think they could. So, until you’re out of diapers, I am in charge. I will order for you at restaurants, decide what you wear for class, and when you go to bed.”

“Rule number five: you will not touch yourself or orgasm without my permission. Diaper girls do not get such luxuries.”

“And, finally, rule number six: if you break any of these rules, you will lose a “big girl” privilege. They will not come back until you are out of diapers. So, for example, if you do something like talk back to me, I’ll expect you to use a pacifier until you learn to think before you speak. Got it?”

Taylor couldn’t believe what she heard. Sean expected her to follow these rules? She’s an adult, not some petulant little girl. But even as she wanted to yell at him, to tell him what she thought of his BS “rules,” she realized she was…turned on.

How could she be, though? It didn’t make sense. Why did this bulky, humiliating diaper between her legs feel so good?

As she stared into Sean's eyes, she knew she would follow his rules. She was a diaper girl, wasn’t she? And if she was, Sean should be in charge. He’s always been so calm, so collected while she was never either of those.

Taylor didn’t understand it, but she knew she wanted this. She needed this. A devious smile flashed across Taylor’s face. “Got it, daddy.”

Sean returned the smile. Whatever this was, it was going to be fun.

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Author: newt
Timestamp: Dec 6, 2024 at 3:00 PM
Content: Chapter Two

The warm, wet diaper forcing Taylor to waddle through campus was all she could think about. The source of her inner conflict.

She loved her diapers; she hated her diapers. Two equally powerful, diametrically opposed feelings battling for supremacy in Taylor’s mind.

She yearned for the moments Sean used her diapers’ humiliating power to drive her wild with passion. Yet, Taylor was increasingly concerned that her diapers weren’t just a kinky addition to their relationship, but a necessity.

Taylor wasn’t waddling through campus in a wet diaper because she thought it would be hot. She didn’t want to wet her diaper at all. And she especially didn’t want to wet her diaper so publicly in the middle of her well-attended lecture.

Humiliation is not created equal, a lesson Taylor learned today by brutal experience. The humiliation she craves with Sean is controlled, built on a foundation of deep trust, love, and consent, done in private. She wants it.

But this was very real, very public humiliation.

It started like any other lecture, with Taylor dutifully taking notes, sipping on her iced latte. It was a dull class but a prerequisite for her major. A poor grade here would have damaging results to her career.

Taylor did her best to ignore the diaper between her legs. Today was her first-ever class in diapers. While Sean assured her nobody could tell she was wearing a diaper, Taylor wasn’t so sure. It felt so obvious, as if there was a flashing neon arrow pointing down at her saying “She’s in a Diaper!!”

Halfway through class, Taylor felt the urge to pee. She ignored it; it wasn’t a pressing urge. Besides, there would be a 10-minute break in a half hour. She’d go to the bathroom then.

Taylor may enjoy her new diapered game with Sean, but she was determined to make it two weeks without an accident. She wanted to prove she didn’t need them—even if she enjoyed this new role with Sean.

But twenty-five minutes later, another significantly stronger urge struck Taylor. Panicked, Taylor immediately stood up to rush to the bathroom, not noticing the distraction her sudden movement caused. She squeezed past the other students as quickly as possible, desperate to reach the bathroom.

Taylor suddenly stopped, her change of pace drawing even more attention. She squeezed her legs as tight as she could, furiously fighting her bladder for control. Her effort proved futile. She felt her bladder release a flood into her diaper. Her face flushed with embarrassment.

Taylor felt the multitude of eyes on her. The silence in the room rang in her ears—her mad dash drawing her professor’s attention, who silently watched in shock. The silence only interrupted by the faint hissing sound of Taylor’s accident.

Trapped in the position, unable to flee the intense, overwhelming humiliation, Taylor whimpered in shame. She peed for what seemed like days. Her diaper expanded rapidly to contain her bladder’s barrage.

Finally, mercifully, it was over. Taylor saw the confused faces of her classmates, wondering what happened. Many of them must have thought Taylor was having some kind of accident, yet there were no telltale signs of one. Her pants weren’t wet. There was no smell.

Taylor prayed nobody would put the pieces together. That she did have an accident—and that she was prepared for it. She didn’t dare look at her skirt to see if her diaper was now noticeable.

“Are you okay, Miss?” her professor asks.

“Y-yes,” Taylor lied, wracking her brain for an excuse. Then, suddenly, she thought of one. Embarrassing as it would be to say out loud, it was far better than the truth. “I just had a nasty cramp, it's my, well, you know.”

Taylor didn’t wait to find out if they believed her lie. Apologizing to the professor, she grabbed her things and left. She headed to the bathroom to inspect the damage, hoping her diaper bulge wasn’t noticeable.

Taylor’s heart sank when she looked in the mirror. There was an unmistakable bulge in her skirt, a near-perfect outline of her soaked diaper. The implication paralyzed Taylor. There was no escaping the obvious truth: everyone in her class knew she just wet her diaper.

She looked at her watch. Her class was about to go on break. Her diaper would undoubtedly be the only topic of conversation. How could it not? How often is a college class interrupted while someone pees their diaper?

Taylor fled. The thought of looking her classmates in the eye while standing in a diaper they know is wet was too overwhelming. Grabbing her things, she took a deep breath. She walked—or, more accurately, waddled—as fast as she could, heading straight for her car.

She sobbed the entire drive to Sean’s apartment. She needed his calming, loving presence more than ever. It didn’t matter that her diaper was wet. All that mattered was that she would be safe.

“Hey babe, everything okay?” Sean asked as she walked inside, noticing Taylor’s tears.

Taylor didn’t say anything. She ran to Sean, needing his embrace. He happily obliged, wrapping her in a hug.

He held her as she sobbed. Sean suspected the cause of Taylor’s sobs. Keeping Taylor in a hug with his left hand, he reached down with his right, putting his hand under Taylor’s skirt, checking her diaper for the wetness he knew he’d find.

“You had an accident, didn’t you, Taylor?” he asked. Taylor answered in sobs.

Sean grabbed her hand, pulling her to the bedroom. He laid Taylor on the floor, removing her skirt and exposing her soaked diaper. Taylor continued to sob, hands covering her face. Sean got right to work changing her diaper.

A few minutes later, Taylor had a fresh, dry diaper. “Okay, babe, all done! Can we talk about it now?”

Through sobs, Taylor explained everything that happened: how obvious her diaper was to everyone, how everyone knew she wears diapers now.
Sean smiled. “Well, you do wear diapers now, babe, I hate to break it to you. And why are you grabbing your shorts?”

The firmness of Sean’s question startled Taylor. “I-I just wanted to put them on,” she whimpered.

“Sorry, but nothing goes over your shorts, you know that. I need to be checking your diaper if you’re having accidents.”

Taylor felt the now familiar pull between two worlds. The comfort of Sean’s authority and the hatred of her diapers. She wanted nothing more than to rip off her diaper, to throw them all away. Nothing except Sean. She dropped her shorts.

“Good girl.”

“W-what am I going to do, Sean?” Taylor whined, “Everyone knows! How can I look them in the eye?”

“Why do you care what they think? I know you wear diapers and I’m still here. Who cares what random people think?”

“I do!” Taylor squealed.

“Well, you’ll be in diapers for at least two more weeks, babe. So, you can either stop caring what they think—or not. Either way, the diapers stay on.”

Sean watched the anger rise in Taylor. He opened a drawer on his nightstand, grabbing a small box, waiting for the explosion he knew was coming.

“F*ck that, Sean, I’m not playing this stupid game anymore! I don’t need diapers!”

Sean smiled. He was prepared for this. Without a word, he slowly opened the box, relishing in Taylor’s interest in the box.

“What did I say about talking back, Taylor?” he prompted, maintaining his calm.

Taylor saw what was in the box. Knew what was coming.

“I’m disappointed in you, Tay,” Sean lamented, “But rules are rules.” He put the pacifier in Taylor’s mouth.

Taylor begrudgingly accepted it, feeling like a child being scolded by their parent.

“Now, you will stand in the corner for 10 minutes. You can to use that time to calm down, okay? I won’t have you yelling at me. Once you’re calm, we can talk about it like adults.”

Taylor couldn’t believe she was walking to the corner, sucking on a pacifier with a fully exposed diaper. Why was she going along with this? She wasn’t a toddler!

Yet, she felt another sensation in her diaper. One unrelated to her bladder. She wouldn’t fight Sean. She broke the rules, she deserved to be punished. She did as she was told, staring at the wall taking deep breaths. She didn’t care how she looked.

“Okay, Tay, times up. Are you ready to talk about this like a big girl?”

Taylor moved to grab the pacifier out of her mouth.

“No,” Sean said sternly, “That stays in until I take it out.”

Taylor glared at him, wondering how he expected her to talk.

“Are you calm?”

“Yeth,” Taylor responds. The childish lisp from the pacifier made her blush with embarrassment.

“Good,” he says, grabbing the pacifier, “I’m sorry you had an accident, Tay. I didn’t want that to happen, but I’m glad you were protected. Weren’t you?”

She sighed, knowing he was right. “Yeah, it’s just so embarrassing. I’m the class diaper girl now!”

“Well, if you weren’t out of diapers by Spring Break, everyone would have known after anyway,” Sean responds cryptically.

“W-what do you mean?”

“Like I said, if you don’t go two weeks without an accident before Spring Break, you’ll be my full-time diaper girl. You’ll use your diapers for everything. You will wear them until you’re permanently, irreparably incontinent. I will do nothing to hide your status—or your loss of privileges.”

Taylor gulped. Once again, her mind was at war with itself. She wanted that. She couldn’t explain why, but she did. Even though she understood the unrelenting humiliation she’d face if it happened.

How would she look her friends in the eye when they know she’s nothing but Sean’s diaper girl? Knowing she pissed away her independence, autonomy, and privacy?

Not that it mattered. Could she even go two weeks without an accident anymore? Her control was rapidly deteriorating, that was undeniable. But if she became incontinent, wouldn’t it be better to let Sean take charge? If she’s going to be in diapers anyway, why not have Sean there to help?
“I-I understand.”

Sean hugs her. “I'm glad you do, babygirl. I want you to understand I’ll love you no matter what. Whether you’re out of diapers or my diapered queen. I’ll always love you. It’s just, things might be very different for you in diapers.”

“I know. I love you too, Sean.”

“Now, are you ready to head back to campus? We need to take care of some things?”

“Why? I don’t have anymore classes today.”

“We need to go to the student services office babe. We need to make sure your professors know about your incontinence issues so if you have anymore problems they’ll be aware.”

“But—”

“No buts, Tay. Let’s go.”

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Author: newt
Timestamp: Dec 6, 2024 at 9:59 PM
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Ceary said:

Good read. Been awhile since I had read this type of story

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Thank you! This one was my first attempt at ddlg after I discovered I really enjoyed it. It’s a basic plot, but it’s fun to write.

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Author: newt
Timestamp: Dec 7, 2024 at 7:12 PM
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Edgewater said:

Truly well started story, great pace and an understandable development, which kept one's interest! Without the use of some kind of shock the story line develop well and positioned the reader to expect more!

Well done!

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Thank you! You’ll find my stories all have people unwillingly thrust into diapers since it’s something I understand and sympathize with through my own struggles.

Some stories will have a more convoluted plot into diapers but this is my most authentic and “real” path for Taylor.