Vinyl had to pee.

It wasn’t her body giving her a gentle nudge toward the bathroom, this wasn’t an oh-I-should-probably-go-eventually type of urge. No, this was full blown, bladder-aching misery she was feeling. Four bottle’s worth of beer felt like it was ready to burst out of her bladder at any given moment, but considering her… situation, Vinyl was doing everything she could to hold it.

Which unfortunately wasn’t much. The girth of her padding didn’t allow her to cross her hind legs. She could barely get her hooves to touch back there, for all the good that did.

A new burst of pain radiated from her bladder as Vinyl doubled over. Her mouth devolved into a wriggling line as she held back a groan of pain. With her face closer to the floor, she could see the empty bottles littering the carpet around her, coyly reminding her of the situation she had put herself in.

Vinyl sighed; she never did learn, did she?

Struggling to stand upright, Vinyl let her eyes swoop around the club room, looking for the restroom sign. There had to be one, right?

Among the still surging mass of ponies, none seemed to be in the same position as her. She didn’t even spot one waddling away to reveal a bathroom to her.

Another stab of pain sent Vinyl’s head swiveling. Her gaze settled on the backstage door, and she racked her brain trying to remember if a bathroom was in there.

A changing station was in there…

Vinyl shook her head, chasing the thought from her head before it could even fully form. She was desperate, but—

“Errgh!” Vinyl squeezed her legs together as tightly as she could, fighting her bladder no matter the cost.

And that cost was high. Pressing her thighs together flooded her backside with padding. She nearly yelped as the poofy garment fondled her hindquarters, its crinkles sounding awfully similar to maniacal cackling.

To distract herself, Vinyl chomped down on her bottom lip. It wasn’t quite enough to take her mind off the near-bursting dam that was her bladder, but it helped.

She was running out of options. She knew there had to be a restroom nearby somewhere, but she didn’t have the time to go hunting for one. The records spinning away before her would need tending too eventually.

...How… how much time did she have left on these tracks?

Vinyl had hardly been paying attention. Fighting back haziness, she forced herself to listen to the current song. Poppy beats, an auto-tuned voice, and familiar lyrics reached her sluggish mind.

Wait a sec, is that… Razzle Dazzle?

That had already been on early tonight, right? Why had she…

Vinyl shook her head. She was imagining things, obviously. Just one look out into the club put her fears to bed; they were dancing as fervently as ever. No way this was a repeat if that was the case.

Regardless, she could tell it was on its last chorus anyway. Looking over, Vinyl saw the second turntable barren. Good thing she’d checked in when she did, then. That could’ve gone poorly.

Vinyl turned to her song stash, ready to find something new to put on. Her once orderly stack of album sleeves had morphed into a misshapen pile covering her saddlebags, a victim of her slipshod organizing skills, no doubt.

But that was all good; it was nothing Vinyl hadn’t been responsible for countless nights before. She reached into the pile, shifting records and letting them slide around. Finally, she found a promising choice.

She pulled up a dubstep record that she rarely played. It was a classic in the world of wubs, but one that rarely made it to the dancefloor, just by virtue of its whopping twelve minute runtime. It was unlike Vinyl, or any DJ, really, to play such a long song, but she could make an exception. Since she had to go toilet hunting, a long-runner like this was ideal.

She tipped the sleeve, letting the vinyl inside slip out. Her magic flickered to life, awkwardly smothering the record in her aura.

Even in her current state, Vinyl didn’t have much trouble doing her job. As it turns out, instinct—even drunken instinct— was pretty reliable.

With the next song set to go as soon as Razzle Dazzle ended, Vinyl was once again free to worry about her predicament, which had only gotten worse since she’d last left it.

Her bladder was threatening to burst. The acute pain had become much, much sharper. Vinyl worried it was no longer possible to just shove the need to the back of her head anymore. Pretty soon it would be the only thing she could think about, just from sheer force of her body screaming at her to use the bathroom.

There really was no way around it now; Vinyl was going to have to ask the question she was afraid to hear the answer to.

Head turning to the bar, Vinyl fought down pained cringes as she locked eyes with Berry. She waved the bartender over. Berry nodded to her, just in time for Vinyl to double over again from the pressure in her hip.

She squeezed her eyes shut, snout nearly touching the carpet. Her rear stayed raised in the air, and she could feel her tail twitch with the temptation rise. Vinyl forced it to stay put, worried doing so would be crossing the point of no return.

In sheer desperation, she leaned back, inviting the bars of her makeshift crib to help her out. As her diaper pressed into them, she felt familiar sensation of the padding caving in. At this point, Vinyl couldn’t muster up the energy to get annoyed as even more padding invaded her backside. If it could help plug up her bladder until she found a toilet, it would all be worth it in the end.

“Geeze Berry, what’s taking you so long,” she muttered under her breath. Surely by now she should’ve—

“I’m right here,” came a voice to her left. Vinyl peeked one eye open, turning to look up.

Berry was just at the otherside of her crib, giving her a raised-eyebrow look of concern. “Uh… I can come back later if you’d prefer though…”

Vinyl matched Berry with a raised brow of her own. What is she…

Then it hit her. The raised rear, pressed padding look Vinyl was rocking right now could easily be mistaken for—

“No no no!” Vinyl yelped, jutting up and just barely managing to avoid losing her fight with her bladder. “I wasn’t— I swear I wouldn’t—”

“Relax,” Berry assured her. “I was just teasing you. Here.” She held up her hoof, offering to Vinyl—ugh—another bottle filled with beer.

Clearly Vinyl’s pained expression was doing a bad job of communicating for her.

“Berry, I…” Vinyl bit her lip. Even with her face well-warmed from drunkenness, she could feel her cheeks flush ever so slightly. “Wheresabaffroomat?” she mumbled.

Lowering her offering, Berry tilted her head, aiming her ear at Vinyl. “What?”

Vinyl bit her lip, unsure if she was still getting teased or not. Luckily ‘Razzle Dazzle’ was finally fading out, meaning there was little chance Berry would miss her saying “Where’s the bathroom?”

It seemed to get through this time, as Berry turned her head forward again. Unfortunately, her brows also furrowed. “You gotta go?”

“Real bad,” Vinyl nodded, bouncing all the balls of her hooves as she prepped to bolt in whatever direction she was pointed.

“Oh Celestia, Pacific forgot to tell you this too?” Berry’s jaw clenched. “I swear, I’m going to take over finding DJs from now on if she can’t—”

“What did she forget to tell me?” Vinyl pressed, urgently waddling to the edge of the crib. This sounded like she was about to get some really bad news.

Berry could tell she already knew, but still put a voice to Vinyl’s biggest fear. “You’re wearing your bathroom, Vinyl.”

Suddenly, deafening sounds of glass shattering drowned out the entire club.

“C-Come on, Berry,” Vinyl nervously laughed. “Stop teasin’ me. This’serious.” Panicked, Vinyl wasn’t even focusing on not slurring her speech anymore.

“I wouldn’t tease you on this, Scratch,” Berry insisted. Her face morphed into a regretful cringe. As if to appease Vinyl, she turned and tapped her padded rear. “If it helps, I’m already a little wet.”

“It doesn’t,” Vinyl snapped. “Yer tellin’ me there’s no bathroom anywhere around here?”

Berry just shook her head. “There isn’t a single toilet on our floor at all.”

“Whadabout upstairs?” Vinyl was breaking out into a full on potty dance now. “Dey gotta—”

Berry just shook her head. “They’re all locked up for the night. All you’ve got is your diap—”

“Please don’ sayit,” Vinyl begged. It had sort of been in the back of her mind all night; the idea that she’d have to use this diaper she was wearing. Even as she’d warmed up to them—painful though it may be to admit—she was not going to go that far. At all. “Dere’s gottabe somthin’.”

Through gritted teeth, Berry said, “I… guess I can go see if Pacific has a spare key for the building above us, but—”

“Please!” Vinyl cried, wincing as she felt cracks in her defense form. A drop of pee escaped. Then two. “Hurry!”

Berry nodded, eyes widening as she darted over to the mob of ponies on the dancefloor, disappearing into the colorful mess as she went in search of Pacific Glow.

And Vinyl was left all alone.

She clenched her jaw as the ache continued to burn. This was really, really bad. At this rate, Vinyl didn’t think she could last until Berry found Pacific, let alone making it all the way upstairs. But if that was the case...

The bars of the crib suddenly felt very tall. And… were they closing in around her?

She swallowed, her throat dry. Not good; she was completely trapped in here. And with the ticking time bomb that was her bladder, that only spelled disaster.

Vinyl waited only a second longer, sparing a glance out into the crowd in the faint hope that Berry was returning with good news. When only the same bouncing heads and diapered butts she’d been seeing all night greeted her, Vinyl decided she was on her own.

It wasn’t the smartest move, but Vinyl bolted for the crib wall, ready to solve the problem herself. Maybe it was just wishful thinking, but she was ready to hunt down a bathroom before it was too late, all the while holding on to the belief that it wasn’t already too late.

She threw herself over the wall of the crib. And that was the mistake that ended her.

Her sloppy, drunk calculations and the ever-impeding diaper between her legs, insured her failure. Vinyl drove her stomach right into the edge of the crib, the shock causing her to lose her hold on her bladder.

“Uurk!” Scrambling, she brought her forelegs down and latched onto the outside of the bars and pulling herself forward. She slumped over, diaper crinkling as it rolled over the top rung of the crib.

Vinyl stuck the landing, splatting on her face as her forelegs splayed out across the carpet. Her belly came to rest against the bars of her now former crib, as did her diaper. As for her hind legs, they jutted upwards as though locked in place before coming to rest

And in this position, Vinyl finally gave up. Her control had already been loosened by the impact, and she knew all that was left was the downward spiral of a losing battle. Even so, her body instinctively fought to the bitter end, unwilling to go without the familiarity of a toilet bowl and a modicum of privacy to boot. But even that proved to be a futile effort.

With a pained whimper, Vinyl squeezed her eyes shut and peed herself.

She felt it begin, much like before, with just a few drops escaping. The hesitant dribble soon ballooned into a full on waterfall, unleashing an unstoppable torrent on her diaper.

Her padding soaked up the urine almost as fast as it came out, and Vinyl could feel a warm, damp spot form at her undercarriage. When her wetting showed no signs of slowing down, that spot expanded, encompassing more and more of her crotch. Eventually, it even flooded the dry padding near her rear as her diaper lost even more ground to her pee.

It was humiliating. Even though nopony in the club could possibly be looking at her right now, Vinyl still felt like all eyes were on her. She didn’t like letting cracks in her persona of coolness show, but despite that she could feel tears of shame welling up behind her shut eyes.

The worst part, though, was how good she felt.

As the agony of her bladder’s ache melted away, Vinyl was only left with the pure bliss of relief. She couldn’t even suppress a satisfied moan from escaping her mouth. It burned a permanent blush onto her cheeks, but damn did it feel good to pee her diaper right now.

As the rush of urine died down, it soon dropped to the intensity of a leaky faucet. Every few seconds a new brief burst would escape, constantly tricking Vinyl into thinking that was the last of it, to the point where she didn’t even believe it once she had, in fact, stopped pissing herself.

The deed was done; her diaper had been thoroughly waterboarded. Vinyl could only wince at the feeling of four beer’s worth of pee clinging to her plot.

She was still stuck in the same position as when she’d started, too embarrassed to even move. As the last of the warm pee settled into the folds of her padding, Vinyl’s legs twitched in disgust. The spasm sent her diaper sloshing, and Vinyl cringed as it groped her butt with it’s nasty, moist feeling.

It wasn’t long before the scent of her pee filled the air around her, assaulting yet another one of Vinyl’s senses with her shameful deed.

Opening her eyes, Vinyl saw the fuzzy, colored lights of the club once more, only this time her sight was watery with tears.

Great. Vinyl’s biting sarcasm came out. I’m lying here in a wet diaper, crying. What am I, a foal?

She might as well be. Could she even call herself a grown-up after what just happened. Was desperation ever going to be a satisfying enough answer for why she peed in her diaper?

Vinyl felt compelled to move. She reached forward, dragging herself across the floor of The Fountain of Youth. It’s shaggy carpeting tickled her belly through the onesie, but Vinyl didn’t feel like laughing. Moving had caused her flanks to finally drop to the ground, slamming her sloshy diaper against the floor with a sickening squish.

She pulled herself forward again, and her legs finally leapt from the bars and down onto the ground with her. Vinyl stopped moving their, letting her legs spread out across the carpet as her pelvis sank deeper into her drenched padding.

She sniffled.

“Vinyl!”

She cringed at the sound of her name, and pink hooves invaded her line of sight. Looking up, Vinyl met the concerned eyes of Pacific Glow.

“I-I…” Vinyl’s voice was more cracked than a dropped record. What was she even supposed to say now?

“You okay?” Berry appeared next to Pacific. Vinyl felt her stomach tighten with anxiety.

Folding her ears down, Vinyl just tightened her lips and avoided eye contact. Pacific Glow seemed to pick up on what had happened pretty quickly, and knelt down. She wrapped her hooves around Vinyl’s neck, giving her a hug.

“Don’t worry, sweetie. It’s okay.”

The motherly words of comfort only served to make Vinyl feel even more like a foal. She sniffled again, this time feeling a tear run down her cheek. “I...I had to go…” she finally admitted.

Come on, you’re tougher than this! A voice in her head claimed. She didn’t feel very tough, though. If anything, Vinyl felt limp and marshmallow-y.

“I know, I know.” Pacific patted her back in a way that Vinyl had to admit was oddly comforting. “I’m sorry Vinyl, this is all my fault.”

She just sniffled again. Her diaper refused to be still, crinkly and squishing the more it was pressed into the floor. The constant reminder of what she’d done wasn’t going to let itself be forgotten so easily.

“Come on.” Pacific stood, dragging Vinyl up with her via their hug. Her legs lazily scraped at the ground, before finding their footing and letting her stand.

Pacific released her from their embrace, and took one of Vinyl’s forelegs in her own. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

“But what about…” Vinyl turned her head over to the turntables.

Pacific barely spared them a glance, keeping her focus on Vinyl. “How much time do they have left before you need to work on them?”

“Uh…” Vinyl flicked her ears as she listened in on the song. “Eight minutes?” she guesstimated.

Pacific offered her a warm smile. “Oh, well that’s plenty of time to give you a changie—” Vinyl winced at the word “—so don’t you worry about it.”

She led Vinyl forward, towards the direction of the backstage door. As much as she didn’t want to move, Vinyl took a hesitant step forward. As her hind legs maneuvered, she could only feel her soggy diaper push up against her. Shivering, Vinyl kept her head down and tried to ignore it.

“Berry, could you…” Pacific nudged her head over to the bar, and the line that had formed. Regardless of how it felt, the night had not stopped just because Vinyl had wet her diaper.

“Right.” Berry shot Vinyl one last apologetic glance. “Sorry, Vinyl.”

Vinyl just tightened her lips as Berry darted off in the other direction. Pacific kept waddling forward, needing to pull Vinyl along all the way.

Each step was a constant reminder of the squishy padding between her legs, causing Vinyl’s sniffles to grow more and more violent the more they walked. She’d at least managed to clamp down on letting out anymore tears, but that was a hollow victory at this point.

Once the two made their way into the backstage area, Vinyl felt a little better. Even though she didn’t see any ponies staring at her back on the club floor, it still felt nice to be out of the the public’s eye. She even felt good enough to let her hoof slip free from Pacific’s grasp and walk on her own.

Pacific smiled back at her when she did, and continued on to her destination: the changing table in the corner of the room.

“Mmmm…” Vinyl felt her ears droop.

Stopping, Pacific looked back at her. “Vinyl? Everything alright?”

“Do…” Vinyl kicked at the floor. “Do we gotta use the changing table?”

“It’s easiest for me when I’m changing diapers,” Pacific said, her tone gentle.

“C-Can’t I just do it myself?” Vinyl sputtered. “I did before, ya know.”

Pacific tilted her head back and forth, as though weighing the idea. She seemed almost reluctant to give up a chance to change her. “Can you manage? I get the feeling you’ve been drinking a lot.”

“Eh— Have not!” Vinyl cried with indignance. Four beers? That was child’s play for her. Nevermind the room felt like it was swaying.

“Really?” Pacific raised an incredulous eyebrow. “‘Cause I would’ve figured you’d need to be pretty tipsy to, uhm… make use of your diaper.”

Vinyl’s face burned. “I didn’t wet myself on accident!” Regret immediately followed. In her attempt to sound less infantile, she’d just implied she’d peed her diaper on purpose. “I mean—”

Pacific just held up her hoof. “Just show me. Can you even get your diaper off?”

Vinyl managed a half smile, feeling like she’d won the argument. Take her own diaper off? Of course she could.

Her horn buzzed to life, flickering as she struggled to concentrate on her magic. With a deep breath, she managed to steady the light. Reaching out with her telekinesis, she grabbed for her diaper.

And accidentally pushed.

“Yeep!” Vinyl jumped forward as her padding was smushed against her rear, her lukewarm and damp padding groping her backside. She blushed as Pacific raised her brow. “That proves nuthin’,” Vinyl insisted.

Trying again, Vinyl paid extra special attention to the act of grabbing her padding this time. When she felt that actually work, she let out a sigh of relief. Next, she tugged.

The diaper moved with a sickening squish, but stayed affixed to her rear. Vinyl looked back at her plot, brows furrowing. She tugged again, harder. Once again, it stayed stuck to her.

She tugged again.

And again.

And yanked.

And yanked again.

“Hurrgh! Errah! Come on! Move already you stupid—” Pacific finally put a hoof on her shoulder, stopping her.

“Vinyl,” she said, that one word communicating it all.

Vinyl just groaned, cutting off her magic as she wiped her eyes. “Fine.”

She waddled over to the changing table, chased the whole way by the squish squish squish of her diaper. Once she reached the table, she hesitated, but only for a moment. Vinyl climbed up, rolling onto her back as she scooted onto the table. She was careful not to set her rear down, hyper aware of the sensation that would cause.

“Thaaank you!” Pacific chirped. Her hooves went to work, dancing onto Vinyl’s onesie’s hatch and popping off the buttons holding it in place. She folded it’s opening up and laid it across Vinyl’s chest, revealing her diaper.

“Oh…” Vinyl realized, her struggle from earlier suddenly making sense. She buried her face in her hooves, humiliated. “Oooooh…”

Pacific couldn’t hold back a giggle. “Don’t worry about it. Now let’s see here.” Pacific gingerly ran her hoof over the crotch of Vinyl’s diaper. “Hmm… still pretty dry on this end…” she murmured.

Vinyl’s face crashed through her hooves. “Huh?” She’s soaked her diaper. Four whole bottles worth of beer went into that thing, and that wasn’t enough to get it damp on the outside?

Geeze, these things are thicker than even I gave them credit for.

“Now then.” Pacific reached for the tapes, peeling them off with practiced ease. She unfolded the diaper, mercilessly lifting the worst of the soggy padding from Vinyl.

But she wasn’t about to celebrate. Opening the diaper unleashed the full force of its smell. The scent of her urine had, for the most part, been trapped under heavy layers of padding, but now it could waft through the air unabated.

Vinyl’s nose wrinkled and she quickly covered her nostrils with a hoof. Pacific, disturbingly, was unfazed. Vinyl had a sinking feeling the mare had smelled worse during some changes.

Pacific slid the rest of the diaper out from under Vinyl, freeing the mare from her padding after what felt like an eternity with it on. Vinyl shivered as the air around graced her privates with its presence. It was chilly, her damp coat down there not taking a liking to being bare.

Her whole waist actually felt a little weird now. The fact that she could close her hind legs felt so unnatural, as if Vinyl had grown used to the diaper that had occupied that space in the past few hours.

She shivered at the thought, and pushed it from her mind. That was uncomfortable territory she was not going to be diving into.

Pacific balled up the diaper and tossed it into a nearby pail. It left Vinyl with one last deafening squish before the lid closed on it.

With the hard part out of the way, Pacific dove into her draws, not returning to Vinyl’s eyesight until she’d dug out a little package of foal wipes.

Vinyl’s face morphed into displeasure at the sight. “R-Really?”

“Would you rather I leave your you-know-what on your coat?” Pacific asked.

With averted eyes, Vinyl blushed. “No.”

“Good choice.” Pacific tugged a wipe free from its packaging and moved it down low. “Now, you should know this is going to feel really—”

The wipe made contact.

“COLD!” Vinyl yelped, flinching. Pacific narrowly ducked a blow to the head from Vinyl’s hind legs.

“Hold still, this’ll only take a second.” Pacific ignored Vinyl’s squeaks as she ran the wipe all along her nethers.

Once finished, she whipped the wipe into the bin along with the diaper, leaving Vinyl feeling much fresher down there, if not a lot colder too.

“Okay, now why don’t we get you a fresh diapee-wiapee?” Pacific cooed.

Vinyl bit her lip as she saw the mare dive down into the table’s drawers yet again. “Uh… can I pass?”

Pacific’s head bobbed back into view. “On the diaper?”

“Yeah. I mean… I don’t think anypony will notice at this point if I don’t wear one, so…” Vinyl trailed off, hoping her argument was convincing enough. If needed, she’d even stay in the onesie for the rest of the night. She just would really rather avoid anymore padding.

Pacific stood all the way back up, frowning. “And what if you have to use the bathroom again?”

“Don’t you have a spare key for the floor upstairs?” Vinyl asked. “I can just use that, right?”

“No,” Pacific said, tilting her head in confusion. “Where’d you hear that from?”

Vinyl curled her hooves. “Berry said you might.”

“Oh, I see.” Pacific shook her head. “The owners gave me a key when they went on vacation so I could take their mail in. I don’t have it anymore.”

Vinyl’s heart sank. “Okay… well, I can hold it if I need to, then.”

Pacific’s eyebrow rose once again. It was getting some good exercise in that night. “I think you’ve already proven that you can’t.”

Pink ignited under Vinyl’s cheeks. “T-That was a fluke!” She insisted.

Pacific leaned in, bringing up a hoof as she brushed away that last lingering tears on Vinyl’s face. “I know,” she said, her voice soothing. “But let’s make sure you’re protected in case it happens again.”

There was no arguing with this mare, Vinyl understood that now. “Okay…” she finally relented.

A smile lit up Pacific’s face. “Don’t worry,” she said. “At this point, you won’t even notice it anymore.” She reached her hoof down, rooting around in what Vinyl could only assume was the diaper drawer. “Trust… me…”

Vinyl’s ears flicked. That didn’t sound good. She lifted her head off the table, trying to see. “What?”

“Umm…” Pacific’s faked smile wouldn’t fool a foal, let alone Vinyl. “We might be… a little limited in terms of diaper options.”

Vinyl narrowed her puffy eyes. “How limited?”

Pacific winced, even as she added teeth to her smile. “We’re... out of extra smalls.”

Her jaw instinctively clenched. That was not good, not at all.

“Okay.” Vinyl tried her hardest to stay calm. “...okay…”

“Sorry,” Pacific said. “I don’t usually stock up on them because… well, Berry and I don’t wear them.”

“You’ve at least got a small, right?” Vinyl asked. It wasn’t ideal. In fact, it was far from it. The extra smalls were already something Vinyl would refer to as extra large. And now she had to go a size up? Vinyl looked to her boss for confirmation.

Pacific’s face told her she’d have to go more than one size up.

“You’re kidding,” Vinyl groaned. If there was one good thing about this, it was that she could leave behind her shame from earlier in exchange for frustration. Vinyl would take that over the feeling of having pissed herself any day of the week.

“Sorry sorry sorry!” Pacific cried. “I really should’ve gone to the store earlier, but since you were coming we had to set up the turntables and that took longer than I expected and—”

“I get it,” Vinyl cut her off. “Fine, alright? Whatever.” She was actually going to have to wear a bigger diaper; it was unbelievable. “If you tell me you’re outta mediums I swear to Celestia I’m buckin’ your head off.”

“Thank goodness we have mediums then,” she chuckled. Vinyl didn’t laugh along, and Pacific soon clamped her mouth shut. “Here, let’s just get this on you.”

She produced a poofy white slab from below the table. Vinyl’s muscles tensed at the reveal, and she could already feel the regret piling on.

To make matters worse, she noticed something different about this diaper. One side had magenta lines running across horizontally, and they seemed to almost come off of the plastic.

Squinting, Vinyl’s hazy vision cleared up just enough for her to realize what they were. Frills. Her new diaper had frills on the butt.

She furrowed her brow as Pacific apologetically unwrapped the diaper. “I know,” she claimed, seeming to shrink under Vinyl’s accusatory gaze. “It’s the designs, or we move up to a large, Vinyl.”

She made the choice in a heartbeat, her hind legs leaping into the air. Frills it is!

Pacific unfolded the diaper and pushed it under Vinyl’s rear. Even with her legs held high, her hindquarters rested comfortably on top of the diaper. This thing was massive.

“Okay, legs down,” Pacific said as she threaded Vinyl’s tail through the hole in the back of the diaper.

Complying, Vinyl let her legs drop. Her butt sank into the diaper, compressing it to the sounds of a crinkly choir. Even after she reached the point where the padding supported her, Vinyl could still feel her butt was somewhat lifted in the air. It just stayed stuck, elevated compared to the rest of her body. But unless she forced them down, they weren’t going anywhere.

Pacific seemed unbothered by this, as she wrapped up Vinyl’s waist with the rest of the poofy padding. It felt like pillows were being taped around her, but she put up with it while Pacific worked. It was fine. She was fine. This was fine.

“Done.” Pacific smiled at her. “Not so bad, right?”

Vinyl offered a pathetic excuse for a smile. She tried moving her legs, and found that they couldn’t even touch.

She bit her lip. Sure, in her last diaper she couldn’t close her legs or anything like that, but she could still at least have her hind hooves connect if she wanted. Now, as Vinyl lay there, struggling to push her legs together, she realized just how big this diaper was.

“Hmmm…” Pacific had grabbed the onesie’s flap now and was trying to pull it down to button it up. Only it was pretty obvious that she’d run into a… problem.

The more she tried to pull, the more the padding resisted. And the more it was pushed into Vinyl’s nether region.

“Will it not fit?” Vinyl asked, barely containing her squeaky voice.

Pacific shook her head, letting go of the flap. “Sorry, but no. There’s just too much, uh… poof, in the way.”

Vinyl sighed. The only reason she was in this stupid onesie to begin with was to hide the fact that she was in a diaper, and now it couldn’t even offer her that? Granted, with the size of her new padding it would be impossible to hide it, onesie or not.

“I can take it off you, if you like,” Pacific offered.

Vinyl just shook her head, having thoroughly given up at this point. She needed to the turntables now. She could still hear the music going from inside the room, but she doubted it would last for much longer. “I gotta get back,” she mumbled, trying to sit up.

After a few seconds of struggling to even accomplish that, Pacific finally took her hoof and pulled. Vinyl’s back leapt off the changing table, and she found herself sitting upright.

For all of two seconds.

Her padding rolled forward, it’s ball-like shape guaranteeing her balance wouldn’t have lasted for long. Luckily Vinyl stuck that landing with spread hooves.

She clamored to all fours, breathing a sigh of relief that she hadn’t ended up face first on the ground. Her new diaper was going to take some getting used too, that was for sure.

“Vinyl,” Pacific said, drawing her attention. “One last thing, okay?”

“What?” Vinyl looked up from her hooves, just in time to catch a pink hoof flying towards her face.

Slow to process, Vinyl didn’t register something small and rubbery had been wedged between her lips until Pacific was already throwing a string over her head and around her neck.

It was only then, that Vinyl understood Pacific had taken off her pacifier and shoved it in her mouth.

“Wha da heck?” Vinyl cried. She was about to spit it out, but Pacific pressed her hoof to the guard, effectively locking it in place.

“You’re going to hate me for this,” Pacific started. “But you can’t drink anymore tonight.”

“Huh?” Vinyl bit down on her rubbery invader. “Why nawt? Was dat gotta do wiff dis pafifier?” Her face morphed into full on irritation now.

“You’re drunk, Vinyl,” Pacific told her, as though a big secret had been revealed. “I can’t trust you to know your limits anymore. You still have a job to do, after all.”

“I know,” Vinyl protested. “Bu’ why da—”

“This is for Berry’s sake,” Pacific said. “We make sure all the rowdy drunks wear pacis once they reach their limit. This way she knows who to serve and who not to.”

Vinyl just furrowed her brow. She highly doubted any of the patrons really complained about this policy if they got another excuse to act more like foals, but she wasn’t going to put up with this.

“Yes you are!” Pacific suddenly snapped.

Vinyl blinked. “I didn’—”

“I know what you were about to say,” Pacific cut her off. “And Vinyl Scratch, I’ll have you know I’m doing this for your own good.”

Vinyl’s ears folded down. Why did she feel like she was being scolded by her mother? Or Octavia, for that matter?

“Fine,” she grumbled. They were coming up on her deadline; she couldn’t afford to sit around here and argue. Besides, she could just take it out when Pacific wasn’t looking, anyway.

Pacific regained her smile. “Good.”

Not wasting any time, she already started moving to the door to head back out onto the club floor. Vinyl joined her, now forced to match the awkward waddle that Pacific had been stuck in all night. But where as the manager of the club handled it with practiced grace, Vinyl wobbled to the point of nearly tipping, and she couldn’t even blame the alcohol for that.

“You’ll get used to it,” Pacific called back with a smile.

“I weally hope I don’,” Vinyl admitted, finally able to crack one of her own again. Something about being back in a clean diaper made her feel… better. Granted, she could still do without the pacifier.

Pacific propped the door open, and held it for Vinyl, ushering her forward with a hoof. “DJs first.”

“Tank woo.” Vinyl stumbled forward and made it out onto the club floor.

She was really grateful for having picked such a long song, because waddling over to the turntables must’ve taken her a solid minute. She was not fast in her new getup, that’s for sure. It certainly didn’t help to have the onesie’s flap dragging on the floor, threatening to trip her up if it got the chance.

As she performed her walk of shame, she looked ahead and saw Berry back behind the bar. They locked eyes for a moment, and Berry offered her an empathetic smile and a wave. Vinyl bit down on her pacifier, sure there was no way Berry had missed it. She really wasn’t going to be able to get her hooves on any more drinks tonight, was she?

When she finally made it back to the bars of her crib, Pacific right behind her. At first, Vinyl didn’t know why the mare had bothered to follow her, but the reason soon became apparent.

Vinyl put her forelegs on the top run, ready to climb over, only to be halted by the giant sack of poof that was her diaper. Pacific came to her rescue, pushing on her rear to give her a boost.

Her cheeks flushed from scarlett to crimson as her padding rode up her butt, but Vinyl didn’t have time to focus on that. She flipped over the railing, and landed on the other side on her side.

“Can you get up?” Pacific asked. A perfectly valid question that Vinyl honestly didn’t have an answer too.

She tried, and managed to roll onto her stomach before getting her bearings. She pushed up with her forelegs, and somehow managed with her last two. The diaper did her no favors as she struggled, but she overcame it and made it to all fours.

“Great!” Pacific said, her question answered. “Do you need anything else?”

Vinyl shook her head.

“Okay. In that case, just call if you need me again.” She toddled off with a wave, disappearing once again.

Well that was… something. Vinyl thought, now that she had a chance to process everything that had just happened. Swirling emotions and fresh wounds were still stirring inside of her. Though she had been pushing it down, the idea that she’d actually wet herself was still fresh in her mind.

As Vinyl took a step forward, her hoof hit something. She looked down to see a bottle shaking from the impact. Unlike the other four scattered around her crib, this one was actually full of something; a bubbling, golden liquid.

Hazily blinking, it took Vinyl a second to realize Berry had probably dropped it there in her rush to find Pacific Glow.

Vinyl almost couldn’t believe her luck.

Her magic scooped up the bottle, and she spat out her pacifier. It dropped down to her chest before the necklace caught it.

Lifting up the bottle, Vinyl grinned happily, perhaps for the first time that night.

Even after everything, she still had some beer left with her. It was almost too perfect.

Before, Vinyl had been drinking to distract herself, to take her mind off of the kind of club this was. But now? Now Vinyl had some memories she wanted evicted from her mind. She wanted to drink to forget.

So she put the bottle to her lips and did just that.

Author's Note

Shout out to bright foal and JordanOlson for their help with proofreading this chapter!