That Weird Couple

Cream:

I stood there, just entering his dorm for the first time that morning. He was a bit disappointed of me coming in so early, but he was already awake. As a matter of fact, he never slept at all, he was up all night. He kinda just moped around his room, cleaning up for what he knew as a lady friend. He was always mopey, and I was no lady. Anyway, he cleaned up for me, and that made me feel privileged, since he was such a uncaring pony most days, but he brought himself to clean for me. He knew I didn't judge, and he knew I didn't question, though, in this occasion I did one of those two things. What he was walking around in- well, it made me question. I did it out of curiosity, and, I also questioned because of a secret passion I had for it. I found it odd that he was openly wearing it in front of me, like he already knew it was okay.

"Is that a diaper?"

"Yes."

I was just surprised, it made me want to know the reason. Was it the same as me, maybe-

"During long sessions-" and it was answered right there "-I wear them. There is no time for the bathroom in middle of a track. Though it may sound odd, I feel stopping suddenly for something so simple throws me off, especially when you drink as many energy drinks as I do"

"Oh... Okay," I answered as I stood on the other side of his room.

"Is it understandable?" He turned around, he used it already, plenty by the looks of it. Oh Celestia, the tension I was feeling. It was like a beast inside, I just wanted to jump out and just- do things that I never thought were imaginable. Was this real? Was he actually doing this? I knew I had to contain myself. Was I really making this big of a deal out of this?

"Most definitely. I understand," I guess that's what a fetish does to you.

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They sat there at the table, across from each other. Retro wouldn't say anything at dinner unless Candy brought up something about her day. She'd blabber on about all sorts of ponies she met at work that day, since she was so good with ponies, she'd already have almost every one memorized from that little corner store. Retro had interesting days too, when he let them be interesting, and even when they were, he didn't say anything about them. Where his wife was much more open, loud, and foal-like, he was more enclosed and mellow. That didn't mean he didn't like listening to his wife though, even if the dinner he was eating currently tasted pretty bad.

"Apparently she was buying batteries for this weird tape thing. She was asking me if we held batteries I haven't seen since I was a little filly! I told her we didn't have them, very nicely, and that's when we got in a conversation about it. It was like, the coolest thing, Retro-"

Retro pushed his food around with his fork. Why was it so, heavy? He frowned, but Cream didn't seem to notice. Then he sighed and kept listening, waiting to be asked something. Every once in awhile his mane would fall in his face, his vision being covered in blue with black highlights, and when he pushed it out of the way, he'd see his beautiful wife. Her blonde mane, with aqua highlights, shined and glimmered. Just looking at her sometimes, instead of hearing what she was talking about, would make him fall in love with her. He couldn't deny her quirkiness, and funny stories, so he listened in.

"-Oh, but you think that's a bit overated and stupid, huh?"

"Oh, yeah... Uh, I do," Retro answered as he looked up quickly from his meal.

"Oh, you do... oh... um, me too... I guess" Candy frowned, but perked up. Retro wondered what he just answered. He looked into her eyes, ocean blue. They represented the ocean well, but that instant they showed something odd. It was like a storm quickly ripped threw those ocean eyes of hers. However, when she mentioned something else, it's like the storm stopped so quickly, that any trace of it was erased. Retro forgot about it instantly, since another question was thrown at him so quickly.

"How was your day at the studio? Is your track still on air?" Cream asked, a smile across her face. Again, there was no sign of the passed storm. This was a obvious conversation changer. Who really knew, Retro had been married to her for 2 weeks now, and with her for 3 years all together, and he still had not figured out the oddity which was Cream Sugar.

"Yes, my track is still on air. My day at work was fine, my boss was a little moody, but it happens sometimes. At least I don't have to go back tomorrow"

"You sure don't!"

Cream had finished her dinner, and her cup of coffee. Her cutie mark didn't lie, it was a cup o' joe itself, hence the name. That signature smile of her gleamed, the one that insured everything was cool. Retro liked that smile. She threw her plate in the sink, with Retro's. He had finished to make her happy, though, she wouldn't mind. Cream bent down over the sink, which revealed something that made him smile. His wife was wearing a diaper, one he heard crinkle every time she re-positioned herself. She had a fine bottom, one that turned Retro on. However, her diaper wasn't used yet, nor was his. He shifted for the first time the entire night, and his diaper crinkled. Whatever he did made Cream turn around, with a smile that was no longer 'cool' but instead a little more on the mischievous side. "How'd you like dinner?" Cream asked

"Oh, uh, I liked it"

"Really? Wow, you're either lying, or you really love ziti stuffed with fiber," Cream giggled, her smile getting wider.

"Fiber?" Retro's look shot to his diaper. It had a blue tape, unlike Cream's which was pink. "Oh... I see."

"How else did you think we were going to get this night started? Now get up," Cream headed over to Retro and pulled on him. He was a bit confused, but he laughed as she struggled to pull him out of his chair. He purposely shifted his weight so that him and the chair fell. Retro landed on his side, but was alright, especially since he laid next to his wife again.

The same thing happened. Retro's eyes met Cream's, with a look of total awe as they laid there. She felt she did something wrong, she blushed, put her ears down, and searched for something in the other direction to look at, like she was a puppy being scolded. This made her cuter, and it made Retro chuckle. She looked back up and giggled too as her ears perked right back to their previous position. He moved closer to her, and wrapped a leg over her side. Cream felt a little out of place, but she joined in, wrapping herself around her mate too. Now they were close, although it was in a odd way, especially with Retro's diaper up against Cream's stomach the way it was, and the fact they were on the floor with a overturned chair. At first their horns just barely touched and produced a spark, but as their heads moved closer, they came in for a true kiss.

Cream pulled back, having that smile on her face Retro loved, "I love you, I'm ready to have fun tonight"

"I love you too. Though, you're lucky I'm participating," Retro stretched "I'm really tired tonight from work. I was moving a lot of old records. Also, I really am not sure how this fiber is going to effect my system. I may still be going by tomorrow," His stomach grumbled, it was at work from all the junk that was just thrown into it. Again, he looked at his diaper. It was ready, it was totally capable too. It was no foal diaper, it was a adult diaper that could handle any load they could produce. Retro noticed Cream's hoof was down there massaging him. With how twisted they were, it made sense that it would be there, but it was more likely that Cream purposely lead her hoof down there to rub his parts through his diaper.

"Oh, you big baby. Momma will take care of you. You said it yourself, you'll be home. I'll change you, feed you, comfort you, if this stuff really stays in your system. You won't have to lift a hoof, how does that sound baby?" Cream cooed, still stroking him.

"Okay, I guess"

"Good! Because I put a shot of vodka in the glass of wine you had with dinner!"

"What?" Retro groaned "But Cream, that wasn't part of the plan, come on now. I wanted to get a little in my system so I could wet myself, not get myself drunk and hungover-"

"Shh!" Cream grabbed Retro's hoof and put it on her diapered crotch mid sentence. He looked down to see Cream's diaper with it's pink tape not so far off. His hoof was positioned right over her parts now, with hers on his. Retro was tempted to start rubbing, maybe that's what she wanted, but he felt a different sensation as she giggled.

"I'm peeing!" She giggled hysterically as he forced his hoof down more. Retro would usually pull back, but this time he just stayed and rubbed for her. He felt the urine rush into the dry padding, and even felt it soak it up and grow in size as it was meant to do. It enveloped his hoof in squishy warmness, bringing his hoof farther and farther from his wife's pleasure center. When he looked down again, he saw the padding was a shade of yellow, but he also realized something else. That was how bloated her belly was, knowing Cream, Retro assumed she probably packed her belly all day to make the messiest diaper ever for him. "Don't worry, that's for later" Cream smiled, following his eyes "Also, you won't be alone, I had a shot of vodka in my coffee!"

"I knew that wine tasted weird, I just assumed it was just how it was. That wine at the wedding sure was shitty"

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They called it demon juice, because the stuff was lower powered in taste. Anypony could just come along, put a shot of the stuff in whatever you're drinking, and if you finished your beverage, you'd be drunk. Sure, the taste of it would be off and funky, but if you concentrated the stuff enough, you wouldn't taste it at all. Some nerdy unicorns at Canterlot University made it for their frat parties, it wasn't really on sale, so the way Retro and Cream got it was as a wedding gift. It was quite a obnoxious one, but it was the only gift their college friend could come up with. Cream had no knowledge of alcohol though, she just drank it, and that was why she called it vodka. Retro kind of knew about it the whole time, but he hoped his tolerance was up enough that he wouldn't be completely drunk.

Cream and Retro sat on the floor, listening to some pretty loud music in the apartment. They were lucky nopony came up and yelled at them yet, although there was nobody above or below them. The floor below them was vacant, instead being used for storage, and they were the top floor of their 5 story building. This building was old, and smashed between two other buildings in Manehattan. There was a nice view if you went on the roof, and there was a lot of light from windows all around the apartment, but it was just very small. It had 2 bedrooms, one master, the other a very small guest room. It worked for some newly weds, but wouldn't work if they ever started a family.

As they listened to the music, they laughed hysterically at some lyrics, since they were indeed drunk. Retro failed. Now he was happy and open, as they both sat there. As they listened, they'd just let go and piss, so there diapers were quite soaked now. Both of them were hanging between their legs. They were still sober enough to walk straight, but at this point, they were much more laid back. Common sense stuck with them, but if any more alcohol was drank, not only would their diapers probably spring a leak, but they would lose that too. The song they listened too currently had them going back to memories in college.

"Yeah, yeah! I remember! She was so damn loud, and so fricken rude, that he literally threw the whole cup at her during it!"

Cream cracked up laughing at her husband, "She was so mad! She was sooo mad! It wasn't even the fact that she was- was... Starting a fight! It was because she got beer on her new dress!" she started giggling.

"And then they started fight... Yup... They started fighting... It was pretty intense too," Retro sighed.

"Yeah..." Cream replied.

They just sat there, sighing, hesitating, and just not having anything to add. The only noises was the grumbles coming from Retro's stomach, with Cream's too, and also a quiet hissing as Cream wet herself for the third time that night. She gave Retro a look that he just seemed to catch as he stood up off the couch and turned off the music. Cream turned her head as she had that mischievous smile again.

"Hmm... Are you thinking what I'm- Wait, what are you doing?"

*Grrrrrrrrrrrr-uummm*

"Ugh..." Retro was squatting down, his plot a few inches from the ground, and his sagging diaper just barely touching it. Cream turned her head again, but then realized what was going on.

"Oh, I see," Cream chuckled, as her smile returned as she watched. Retro's eyes met hers "What are you looking at baby boy, are you going to go potty or what? Mommy's not helping you"

*Gurrrrrrr-ummm-rrrrrr*

Retro whimpered at Cream, half playfully, and half in pain. She just sat there and smiled, waiting for the inevitable. After another round of loud groans and grumbles, then came a few farts, muffled from his padded backside. His tail also now seemed to raise by instinct, he started to grunt, and makes noises as he struggled, which was really odd for Cream to hear. Retro was so quiet, and to hear his manly grunts and groans was new to her, and she knew what was coming was really big.

He farted again, then a series of loud plops, and his diaper crinkling loudly, were the only thing heard in the room until Retro made a sound of relief "Aaahhh..."

His diaper shook and deformed to take it's new load. He was making one hell of a mess, the fiber really did it's job. He had a lot too, the diaper expanded and ballooned out to fit one of the largest loads Cream had ever seen. Once she thought he was done, she opened her mouth, but apparently he wasn't. His eyes shut tightly, a fart rang out into his newly loaded diaper, and more came. This time it was much more liquidated, instead of plopping, it was more just squishing and squelching as the diaper turned a shade of brown, with a mix of yellow since he seemed to be peeing more now too.

Now Retro was done his job. His diaper was drooping even more now, was extremely lumpy and brown in the back, and was yellow with urine in the front. Now he had one last thing to do. Cream just stared at him, with a slight smirk on her face, wondering what was going to happen next. Retro let his back hooves slide forward from his squat.

*SPLOSH*

"Aaaaaaaahhhhhhh" Retro sounded again, as his tongue hung out of his mouth, his head hung, and he had the most content and relieved face in the world. His diaper was so used, that in the freezing house they sat in, you could see steam coming off it from how warm it was currently

Cream was stunned. Of all the years she had been with her husband, she hadn't seen anything so repulsive. That was her fetish though, something so gross and wrong truly turned her on inside, and made her attracted. Maybe there was a wire loose, maybe she was just crazy, but either way this was something she enjoyed. Her diaper wasn't going to be in that condition anytime soon, since her belly seemed to grow use to the fiber from all the times she used it. So Cream didn't have much to do, she couldn't squat down and do the same yet, and she definitely knew that she didn't want to go near Retro. She just gaped her mouth in awe. Retro looked over.

Retro had enough soberness to realize what he had just done. It made him laugh. He just chuckled quietly to himself, before standing up. His diaper held up so well, there was actually no kind of leakage. He thanked himself for spending the extra bit for better protection. Retro would have never done this before, this was the first time he actually embraced it like this. Sure he messed himself before, but never of this caliber. As he stood up, he looked back at his brown, and swelled diaper. The leg guards elastic stayed tight to his legs and flank, keeping everything outside the diaper dry. He glanced up to his wife, "Let's head into our room, you know, I really don't want the kitchen smelling like shit. At least in our room we don't have guests, and we can open a window"

"Although I don't want to sleep with the aroma of your dirty diaper all night, it sounds like a plan" Cream hopped up, trotted pass Retro, and gave his behind a nice slap. It wasn't really a slap though, it was just a loud squish, with no pain to him.

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When they entered the room, they looked up at the ceiling as they laid on their cheap bed and mattress. The room's smell was getting so bad it was almost suffocating, yet one hoof still laid on Retro's diaper, and that was Cream's.  She sighed, lost in thought, while her husband was the same. Every once in awhile, he'd turn and give her a nuzzle, or a kiss on the cheek, sometimes even a rub of her own crotch, but she didn't respond very much to it. Eventually he stopped trying, got bored, and decided to get up and take a shower. Cream simply replied with a okay, and Retro headed off to clean-up the disaster he had made. In the mean time, she decided to spray some air freshener and open a window.

She stopped for a moment, looking out the window at the city. You couldn't see any of the impressive landmarks the city had to offer, or any of the activity that laid deep within it, but for whatever reason it was sill beautiful. It just was. She looked out at the twinkling lights, felt the breeze, smelled pizza, listened to all sorts of chatter, and sounds of carriages running through the night. It was late night in Manehattan, it was nothing like her home in Ponyville. This city never seemed to sleep. Cream's head fell, laying on the sill. A deep sigh, one filled with concern and worry, was made as she watched. She looked down, then up again, and her mood seemed to suddenly take a sharp turn. No longer was it about the soaking wet diaper she was wearing, the way her stomach was grumbling, or how incredibly horny she was, now it was about something totally different.

I don't know how I'm going to tell him. I love him so much, but I feel like he'll be mad. He could leave me, he can be so mad he'll leave me

Again. Cream went into deep thought. Her thoughts were ravaged by the storm of worry that had passed through her eyes earlier. She wouldn't be so worried if Retro himself didn't say it was overrated and stupid. Now she knew he'd be mad either way, especially since she asked and assumed he'd be critical. She assumed, but hoped he wouldn't be.

"I just don't know what to do," Cream said to herself, looking up at the stars

"What do you mean you don't know what do do?" A voice said. Cream turned suddenly and realized Retro was done his shower, and in a fresh diaper. Immediately she blushed and covered up her emotions.

"Oh, uh, nothing! I was just worried you weren't going to be out of the shower in time! I was asking myself what to do so you didn't miss out on my big moment!" Cream rubbed her groaning belly to show him. It cramped very suddenly, which made her cringe. That was new.

"Yeah, I thought you've just been gaining weight," He giggled "But apparently you're just loading up for big messes like these, right?"

"Yeah! Yes, definately," She smiled

"So, what are you waiting for?" Retro said, sitting down with a crinkle of his new diaper, "Let's get this over with. I'll change you, no need for a shower, then we can head right off to bed... and move onto other things" Retro now mimicked Cream's mischievousness. He stood up and approached her with his diaper tenting out from his own excitement. He mounted Cream, and pressed that hard, tented diaper, right against her wet bottom. Although the padding was thick, she felt his hard muscle press right up against her moist parts. Cream reacted in a odd way, but Retro thought nothing of it. She pulled away from him so that she could no longer feel him. Retro hopped off and sighed, it was most likely belly pain that made her act this way.

Cream started to panic. For whatever reason, maybe it was the coffee, or the alcohol, it made her really anxious. She felt she couldn't keep it from him anymore. There was also a mixture of pain from her stomach, that literally forced her to bend down and squat. A large wave of cramps hit, her stomach growled loudly, and a few farts rang out from her padded bottom. She was going through the same motions Retro did

*Guuuurrrrr-ummm-urr*

"Somebody needs to go poopy," Retro giggled

"I know," Cream said as she closed her eyes tightly.

Cream waited as her stomach prepared herself. Now her tail raised, and she farted a few times. She was just so damn worried. She glanced towards the window. This reminded her of how bad the situation is in it's self, instead of how Retro would react. It wasn't about her anymore, it wasn't even about Retro. This was a life changer, it could shatter everything she lived for, and cause so much drama. She held off for so long from telling him, and it just made Cream boil with guilt and anger. She had to- She just had to tell him.

She looked over and Retro had his diaper off. Now she saw him truly excited. His stallionhood was hard and pointing outwards as he approached. Now he mounted her, again, but this time from the front. His throbbing muscle oozed, and stuck in her face. "Maybe this will help?" Retro asked, that smile still on his muzzle.

Cream just couldn't do it anymore. She grunted hard, and nothing came. Her stomach grumbled very loudly, and she had one of the biggest farts ever, but nothing dropped into her diaper. She didn't know if it was a good time, maybe now wasn't the time. Maybe Cream should of just waited longer. Oh, fuck it!

"Maybe it's a good time to tell you I'm pregnant"

Retro paused, immediately he went soft "Wait, what? You're joking"

Cream's stomach gurgled again, and she pushed as hard as she could. She felt like she was giving birth now, even though she wasn't even close to her due date. She didn't want to talk to him. Cream couldn't believe he just said that to him, or how real this situation was. In reality she was being dramatic. This wasn't that big of a deal, but to her she was a emotional wreck. She pinned it on herself, she thought it was her fault. Cream saw having a foal as a bad thing instead of a beautiful one, from all the years her mother cursed having her and all her siblings. "H-Honey... I'm having problems with this one, please rub my belly, or something. I'm like... Constipated"

Retro started to strap his diaper on, his excitement completely gone "What? That's your only concern right now? You think this was a good time? Why didn't you tell me earlier? Is this why you're acting so strange? Is this why you're gaining weight?" he had a tone, one he usually never had, but his confusion and the alcohol in his system made him critical too.

"I-It's not what you t-think" Cream farted again, as her legs shook. She felt movement, like a wall was breaking

Retro just sat for a moment, looking down at the floor. He was completely unreadable. As he stared down, he wasn't angry, just confused. The whole idea didn't register, what registered is that she told him so suddenly, and was hiding it from him. Sure he wondered how he was going to be able to afford this, or how/when she did get his wife this way, but what stuck is that he was sort of lied to. Something was wrong this entire night and Cream didn't tell him. He thought that there was more of a reason that she was hiding it, but he didn't know why. "It is what I think! Why were you hiding this from me? Do you not trust me? ... Don't tell me you cheated"

"I DIDN'T CHEAT! IT'S YOUR BABY RETRO! I trust you! I-I love you so much- i just- I just..."

*Grrr-grrrr-urrrrr-Umppp*

Then the wall broke. Very much like Retro, she messed herself significantly. Who knew what made her constipated, but now it was over, and gave the whole situation a more explosive result. Her diaper shot outwards after another loud fart, as a fresh load of manure plopped into it. It changed shape, now much more lumpy instead of rounded like it was before. It also turned a shade of brown, as the softer of it started to leak in, squishing and squelching, again, very much like Retro. After a few more loud farts, a few more plops adding onto the impossible load, the little mare was done. Her diaper hung down and was loaded to it's capacity.

Cream smacked her flank down and started to cry. She balled her eyes out for the first time in a long time. Retro frowned.

What did he do.

What did SHE do?