A Story of Hope, Dreams, and Lima Beans

Bon Bon now left to her own devices began to realize the pure bliss presented to her by her warm diaper. The soft warmed slowly began to turn her on and the tension inside of her began to boil over. As she began to struggle against her restraints she realized Diaperpitch failed to properly secure the strap restraining her front right hoof. She then proceeded to rub her hoof on the front of her diaper as she let out some more urine further saturating the diaper.

As she began to clop furiously she managed to climax in under 10 seconds flat, and was amazed by the joy she felt wearing that diaper, and realized that if she ever escaped that she should go back to wearing diapers full time.

A few seconds later she did it again because it felt so good the first time. And repeated the process seven more times. Eventually she heard the hoofsteps of Diaperpitch approaching.

Feeling bad for him, his genetics, and his stupid name. Bon Bon proceeded to put her hoof back in the restraint and correctly restrained it.

This time Diaperpitch returned with a hose a and a renewed creepy smile. “Okay Bun Bun this time I am going to use this hose to force feed you until you blow up big and fat.”

Alarmed Bon Bon called out, “Wait, don’t do that, and my name is-” She was quickly silenced by the hose being shoved down her throat and the pump being turned on. Bon Bon continued to struggle as she was filled to the breaking point as her stomach filled with a mysterious slurry of what was once solid food. Soon Bon Bon was left an inflated version of her former self, gaining almost a hundred more pounds.

At this point Diaperpitch removed the hose to admire his work. As Bon Bon looked down she saw her new form, she was now left fatter, and her new found girth stretched her diaper to its breaking point, but it still held on thanks to genuine pony engineering.

Bon Bon was now left furious over the recent event, “I am going to kill you!” She screamed.