One of these days, Vinyl was going to learn her limits. The myth that she could drink “just one more” and be fine would be dispelled. It actually already had been, multiple times. Vinyl just never wound up remembering it, dooming herself to repeat the cycle.

It was that very cycle that she found herself in the middle of right now. Her fifth, secret bottle of beer laid sideways on the edge of the turntables. It was knocked from its precarious perch by Vinyl herself, her clumsy hoof work not even guaranteeing the safety of her records as she swapped them out.

The problem wasn’t even her hazy vision, though the beers certainly hadn’t helped that. Balance was what she really struggled with now. As she moved a record back into its sleeve, her body wobbled. She just barely managed to set it back into the pile before her hind legs gave out.

Tumbling down, Vinyl landed on her backside. The girth of her padding assured that her flanks never touched the ground. They still tried, sinking into her plush diaper as deeply as they could. If Vinyl’s face wasn’t already flushed from drinking, it definitely would be following that.

She leaned back, resting her spine in between the bars of the crib walls, and groaned. For a moment, she was content to lie there as the room spun around her.

Her legs splayed out before her, forced that way by the poofy presence between them. Vinyl didn’t even bother trying to close them, practically afraid of the invasive feeling that would follow.

She didn’t really pay attention to how long she stayed down. Time just kind of slipped by while she was sitting. Her head kept wanting to droop down; Vinyl had to catch herself several times just to keep it up right. The hypnotic pulses of the lights did her no favors in that regard. It was almost too much to combine with her own brand of fuzzy dizziness.

“Lil’ much…” Vinyl mumbled to nopony in particular. “I hadda lil’ too much tonight.”

Her ears flicked right then, almost unconsciously. Blinking through the haze, Vinyl found her herself paying more attention to the music. Her instincts still weren’t about to let her down; she could tell the current song was winding down. It was time to get back up.

Putting her fore hooves to the ground, she pushed up. Her back lifted off the bars, but only briefly. With her diaper’s massive presence, it was only a matter of time until she dropped back down onto the floor, having barely gotten off the carpet to begin with.

Brows furrowed, Vinyl kicked her hind legs a little, trying to find her footing. Her diaper kept getting in the way, it’s bulk refusing to let her get up.

Seeing how she was getting nowhere fast, Vinyl figured she should roll over. If she was on her belly, things might go a little smoother.

With a grunt she tried pushing herself to the side. Noisy crinkles followed as her diaper rolled with her body. Vinyl just squeezed her eyes shut, as though she was ripping off a band-aid.

Thankfully, she managed to get to her stomach with minimal blushing. But now came the actual hard part.

Hearing the song wind down, Vinyl knew she had to climb this hurdle now. Her hind legs kicked into gear, squirming to gain some traction. It wasn’t easy with both of them being pushed out at awkward angles, and Vinyl’s drunkenness surely didn’t help matters. She grumbled a few insults at her diaper regardless, refusing to accept anything else as the source of her problems.

Finally, her hooves wound up flat against the floor. Vinyl allowed herself a slurred “Yesh!” of celebration as she lifted her rear end up and into the air.

And then she felt her bowels push.

As Vinyl’s face paled, she realized the stance she was in: head bowed, butt raised. It was as though she was about to go to the bathroom.

As drunk as she was, she must not have realized there had been a building urge to use the bathroom over the last few hours. Now instinct was taking over, ready to go with or without her consent.

Vinyl’s tail hiked up before she’d even finished processing everything. Her pupils shrunk as she felt her bowels push once again. The incoming mess was seconds away from decimating the seat of her diaper.

“Nope!” Vinyl squeaked. She jolted her fore legs up, clenching her cheeks at the last possible moment, just barely preserving her plot’s pristine status.

She could still feel the pressure mounting in her backside, and all of her muscles went rigid as she focused everything she had on holding it in. Not an easy feat when she couldn’t even make her thighs touch.

The current song was nearly over with. Vinyl could hear the last of the notes playing as it faded out. She squeezed her eyes shut, gritting her teeth as her horn snapped to life. She grabbed at the closest record and threw it on, barely preserving the night’s momentum.

As poppy, electronic beats started picking up, Vinyl breathed a sigh of relief. The pressure in her bowels was starting to fade, but lingered, making Vinyl terrified to unclench her cheeks.

What the heck was that? She hadn’t needed to go before and then all of a sudden… that.

Her head swayed, her fuzzy vision lulled by the dancing lights of the club. She shook her head to recover, fighting to stay awake. Even as her gaze cleared up a bit, the club dizzily swirled around her.

Okay… maybe she’d been a little too drunk before to notice. But now there was no way it was going to fly under the radar again. Her near accident fresh in her mind, Vinyl’s attention was thoroughly locked on the hints of pressure in her bowels. Even though the immediate urgency of needing to go had faded, she still kept her hindquarters clenched in fear.

She tried to bring her legs together again, only to be met with the predictable result of her diaper denying her attempt. Not even the threat of messing herself was enough to overpower the sheer amount of poof between her legs.

Vinyl sighed. Even though she was grateful to have survived, now she’d have to be vigilant for the rest of the night. A burp brought with it the lingering taste of alcohol, and Vinyl’s mouth slumped into a half-frown.

Maybe that extra bottle was pushing it.

That rare moment of self-reflection was shaken off pretty quickly as Vinyl’s blurry vision sharpened into focus on the club.

The dancing had slowed considerably, with most only swaying from side to side or hopping with every fifth beat of the music at best. This wasn’t entirely unexpected, however. As the night went on, the total energy of the room would drop as the total drunkenness rose. The peak of the party had long since passed at this rate.

The ponies on the dance floor now could hardly be said to be the same ones from just a few hours prior. Aside from their lackluster dancing, there was plenty else to show they’d lost momentum.

About half wore glow in the dark pacifiers in their mouths. Bright shades of neon greens, blues, and pinks signaled the drunkards of the bunch, if the fact that they could barely stand wasn’t enough of an indication.

Massive diapers bulged at the seats, and coupled with a lingering scent of an used bathroom in the air. Fighting against the music was a low rumble of wet squishing sounds, erasing all doubt as to what the source of that smell could be.

Just looking at it all made Vinyl angry.

Of course! It wasn’t that extra bottle of beer that had caused her to nearly crap herself; it was this stupid place! The stupid lack of restrooms that basically forced everyone here to use their stupid diapers, her included!

Vinyl tightened her jaw in frustration and looked away from the crowd, unable to bear the sight any longer. The sounds and the smell still remained, however, and that only added to her mounting anger.

Screw this place. Vinyl had had enough. I’m not coming back here ever again, now.

…

Wait, what?

What the heck did she mean by “now”? She… She hadn’t actually been considering returning before, right?

As if. Vinyl hastily thought. No way. That was just a slip of the tongue… In my brain.

She bit her lip with uncertainty.

“Hey there, Vinyl.” Pacific’s sudden voice called to her.

She almost leapt out of her onesie in shock. She thanked her lucky stars she hadn’t been desperately holding back her bowels right then.

Turning, she saw Pacific’s warm smile meet her just outside the crib. But that wasn’t all Pacific had brought with her.

The mare still had her signature twin tails, but had traded out her fluffy, yellow leg warmers and glow-necklaces for something entirely new: a dress.

A seafoam green dress hugged her pink body. White frills lined the helm of the skirt, with matching white sleeves puffed out at the shoulders. Just from the length of the skirt, it was obvious that it didn’t even attempt to cover up the massive amount of padding on Pacific’s rear end. A white pinafore was draped over the whole ensemble, completely being tied around at her back in a large bow. The finishing touch being green striped socks on all four of her legs.

Vinyl just stared, mouth agape. The diapers might now only be the second most shocking thing about the night.

“Hey.” Pacific frowned, eyebrow’s furrowing. “You took your paci out!”

“Uh…” Vinyl was still having a hard time processing what she was seeing. Pacific took advantage of her momentary confusion, reaching over the bars, plucking the pacifier dangling from Vinyl’s neck, and popping it between her open lips.

Vinyl was still so surprised that she let her lips wrap around the rubber nipple before she snapped out of her trance. Her lips instinctively moved to push the pacifier out, but Pacific had the foresight to keep her hoof pushed against the guard, keeping it locked in place.

Vinyl’s face morphed into a pout, but she knew there was no fighting this. Club rules demanded the heavy drinkers wear these foalish things, and she was in no place to deny that she had been drinking heavily tonight. To placate Pacific, Vinyl squirmed to give her pacifier a small suckle as proof that she wouldn’t spit it back out.

Satisfied, Pacific retracted her hoof. “Thaaaank you!” she chirped.

Vinyl reluctantly kept the pacifier in her mouth. There were more pressing matters to address anyway. “Uh… why are woo dwessed wike… dat?” She cringed at how infantile she sounded, but no matter what the pacifier was determined to screw up her words.

Pacific looked down, as though she needed to confirm it was her outfit Vinyl was talking about. “Oh, this?” She giggled. “I’m just going to be going around and offering some changes.”

She turned, indicating a stack of diapers sitting on her back that Vinyl had missed when her eyes had been popping out of her skull earlier.

“Otay… But, why da dwess?” Stupid pacifier.

Pacific giggled again, the lightest hint of dark pink surfacing on her cheeks. “Everypony really seems to like it when I wear it, and it’s kinda fun! I feel like I’m everypony’s Nanny or something when I’m giving them changies in this.”

“Wight…” Maybe it was because her brain was all hazy, but Vinyl couldn’t see anything all that fun about that. Given the flushed cheeks and general giggliness of the mare before her, she was inclined to believe Pacific was almost as drunk as she was.

“Anyway,” Pacific asked. “Just wanted to make sure you didn’t need a fresh diapee first.”

Vinyl blushed, her almost-accident from earlier flashed across her mind. “Fine!” She coughed into her hoof, clearing her throat and attempting a lot less cracking in her voice. “I’m jus’ fine.”

Pacific narrowed her eyes, head tilting. “Really?”

Vinyl bit her pacifier, realizing that her embarrassment could easily be read as trying to cover up an accident. “Weally.”

The eyebrow climbing up Pacific’s forehead begged to differ. “Alright, but just in case let me check.”

“Check?” What, did Pacific want her to open her diaper up right here or something?

Pacific motioned with her hoof. “Turn around.”

Oh… Vinyl was too drunk for critical thinking right now. But she obeyed, knowing Pacific wasn’t likely to drop the issue.

Turning around, Vinyl displayed her padded butt to Pacific, hiking her tail up for her as well. She kept a firm clench on her buns, though, knowing nature could call again any minute now.

“Pardon me,” Pacific said as she reached over the bars again.

Vinyl squeezed her eyes shut as Pacific’s hoof made contact with the seat of her diaper. It really didn’t do much; the poofy thing was so thick that the disturbance only barely pushed a little bit of padding into her rear.

That didn’t stop an explosion of red from covering Vinyl’s face. Even drunk, she could still feel shame.

Pacific’s hoof wandered around her rear for a while, thoroughly exploring any place Vinyl could be hiding an accident. Once convinced, it moved down even lower, into the realm between her hind legs. Vinyl shuddered a little as her boss continued the diaper check for a few more agonizing seconds.

“Well, alright then.” Pacific’s hoof mercifully withdrew.

Vinyl dropped her tail, doing her best to tuck it between her legs. She looked back at Pacific, who was still able to keep an innocent smile, despite everything that had just gone down. Clearly, she had experience checking diapers. A lot of experience.

“Looks like you’re all clean,” Pacific told her.

“T-Tank woo,” Vinyl murmured. Her face was still too red to pretend like the check was no big deal. Maybe it was the beer, but having her diaper felt up by a mare dressed in a frilly filly outfit was a little… much.

“Just let me know if that changes,” Pacific said as she trotted toward the crowd.

“K-Kay,” Vinyl managed. She chewed her pacifier as Pacific waddled off. Even the tips of her ears were burning with embarrassment. Her only solace was the fact that nopony could have seen—

“Dang, is it hot in here or is it just your face?”

Vinyl jolted as she heard Berry’s voice. Her head swiveled over to the purple mare, who had appeared on the other end of the crib walls. Her face only burned further, probably hot enough to melt steel now.

“It’s just your face then,” Berry smirked, reveling in the blushing mare’s misery.

Vinyl’s ears flopped down as she realized Berry must’ve had a full view of that diaper check. As if by instinct, she suckled a little on her pacifier, but quickly caught herself and stopped, chalking it up to a drunken misstep.

“S-Shuddup,” she stammered.

Berry’s expression softened from coy to caring. “Hey, don’t worry about it, Scratch. I promise you Pacific didn’t mean anything by it.”

“I-I know!” Vinyl’s voice cracked, sending her face through a few more shades of red.

A smirk leapt onto Berry’s face, but she snuffed it out just as fast. “Relax, Vinyl. I mean, she’s already changed you. It’s not like getting a check is any worse.”

“I guess,” she mumbled. To distract herself, she lit up her horn and went for her pile of records, sifting through them as she tried to pick the next song for the line up. Anything was better than thinking back to her time on the changing table with a sopping wet diaper stuck to her flanks.

“I get it. It still weirds you out, right?” Berry asked. “Heh, I remember my first time. Pacific didn’t even ask, she just reached back and grabbed my plot like it was nothing.”

Vinyl couldn’t help but chuckle. That was definitely something she could see Pacific doing.

Spurred on, Berry kept it up. “You should’ve heard me too. I yelped so loud the whole place went silent.”

Vinyl was laughing a little more now, just picturing all the dancing and music cutting out so ponies could stare at Berry getting her diaper groped. “Bet dat was pwetty bad,” she smirked.

“Wanna hear the worst part?” Berry asked.

“Wha’?”

Berry leaned in, whispering. “I wasn’t even clean.”

Vinyl snorted. Then doubled back, laughing. “No way!”

“Yes way!” Berry retorted, smiling at the memory. “Sweet Celestia, it was my first night too. I was so mad I thought about quitting. I just about did too; I already wanted out because of the diapers.”

Vinyl’s laughter died down, confusion taking its place. “Wait, wha’? I though’ woo wiked weawing diapees.”

Berry nodded. “I do now, but I sure didn’t when I started. I’d only taken the job cause I was hurting for work and it paid well. I thought I could handle the diapers and all, but, uh… considering what happened, I was just about ready to walk out the door.”

“Why didn’ woo?” Vinyl asked.

“‘Cause I was wearing a dirty diaper, duh,” Berry grinned. “Once I got changed, I was planning on it. But then… I dunno. I guess Messing myself wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be and figured if that was the worst it could get, then I’d survive.”

“Weally?” Vinyl could only raise an eyebrow to that.

“Yeah, well, I guess it was more like I was denying the parts of wearing diapers I liked. I kept finding more and more reasons to not quit until it became obvious I was enjoying myself. And the rest is history.”

“I see,” Vinyl lied. Really? There was no way Berry could’ve liked diapers after all that happened to her. Vinyl was pretty sure her co-worker was just lying to make her feel better at this point.

“I’m not saying it’ll happen to you,” Berry said as she took note of Vinyl’s tone. “That’s just how things played out for me is all.”

“Wha’eva,” Vinyl said. At least her blush had more or less faded. Her cheeks were almost back to their normal temperature.

She looked out into the crowd as Pacific led a small line of ponies over to a set of changing mats by the wall. There was no way she wasn’t miserable with having to attend to so many diapers, yet her stupid smile stayed put. Either she was a good actor, or it was possible to enjoy this kind of work. Vinyl liked to believe it was the former.

“We’ll probably be winding down soon,” Berry said absently looking out into the crowd.

Vinyl’s tongue played with the rubber nipple of her pacifier, knowing she couldn’t spit it out with Berry so close by. “Weally?”

“Yeah. Most folks start to head out after their change.”

“Even tho’ dey’d stiww havva diapee on?” Vinyl asked.

Berry nodded a little. “Some will. There isn’t much traffic in this part of town at 5 a.m, so most are comfortable going home like that. Some go back bare-bottomed too.”

“Hm.” It still just seemed to odd to Vinyl. Going out in public in a diaper? These ponies were crazy. And compared to some of the stuff she’d seen as a DJ, that was saying something.

“Whelp, I’ll leave ya to your music thing,” Berry said. “Though, you’ll probably only have a few more songs left till it’s time to close up.”

“Yeah.” Vinyl said. It actually felt kind of weird to hear that. After everything, the night was almost over. She’d be free of her diaper soon.

Berry waddled off back to the bar. All of her patrons were long gone though. Anypony who’d be drinking tonight had gotten a pacifier ages ago. She would just need to clean up at this point.

Vinyl went back to her records. Her fuzzy judgement thanks to the beer still couldn’t affect her taste in music. She picked a few good winding down songs and set her turntables up with some soothing EDM.

Pacific busied herself with the changes. A solid third of the club ended up in that line, but she was efficient enough to keep up. Oddly enough, Vinyl noticed that none of the ponies who got changed actually left. Contradicting Berry, they hung out at the sides of the dance floor as though they were waiting for something.

She didn’t pay them too much attention, focusing more on her records than anything else. As she did, she couldn’t shake the feeling that she was forgetting something.

Maybe I need to… hmmm. Nothing really came to mind. The closest Vinyl could come up with was that she needed to ask how much she was getting paid. Though of all the details Pacific had left out about tonight, that was easily the least worst. Even then, it still didn’t quite feel right.

Vinyl suckled as she thought, only then realizing that she had kept the pacifier in her mouth despite being alone now. A bit surprising, but still not the thing that was bothering the back of her mind.

She didn’t bother to spit it out now, either. The night was almost over; there was no need to risk getting scolded at now. And besides, the rhythm of her lips bobbing back and forth wasn’t bothering her. If she’d been just a little drunker, she might’ve even thought that it felt kind of nice.

Seriously though, what am I forgetting?

Searching for answers, her eyes glazed over her work station. Records were spinning, subwoofers were pulsing, empty bottles were lying around being empty. Nothing jumped out at her so much as it all just seemed to be fine.

Finally, her eyes moved to the floor. A pile of records and album sleeves stared back up at her.

The disjointed mess of her stuff sent a wave of disappointment through Vinyl directed at her past self. Sure, being careless with her records was basically the norm but it still didn’t make it okay.

“Dere we go,” Vinyl said, feeling like she’d finally cracked the case. This must’ve been the thing nagging her mind lately. Had to be. After all, if her records being so unorganized wasn’t the problem, what was?

She bent down to take care of her stuff, only to remember what the real problem had been all too late.

Bending down saw her plot sticking back up into the air. Like before, instinct took over once again, and Vinyl wasn’t able to stop it in time. Her tail hiked up, her bowels pushed, the pressure that had been biding its time chose now to release its full fury. Vinyl realized what was happening and tried to clench her cheeks as she had before, but this time it was too late.

She messed herself.

Freezing in place, Vinyl could only wait as her body did whatever it wanted. The immense pressure only lasted a second, but it was followed by a veritable mudslide.

A whimper escaped Vinyl’s lips as the dirty deed began. Mush practically exploded from her rear end and hit the confines of her padding. She could hear crinkles as the poofy interior was forced to expand to accommodate her accident.

The mess was forced to move too, as more and more kept coming. Vinyl cringed as she felt it squelch and squish, pushing as it spread all over her thighs and hindquarters.

Sweet Celestia, kill me now.

Though it couldn’t have lasted much longer than a minute, to Vinyl it felt like she was pooping her diaper for an eternity. When it finally, mercifully ended, she stayed frozen in the exact same position as before.

The warm mush all over her backside settled, leaving Vinyl terrified to move not wanting to feel it shift anymore. But she couldn’t stay put with her face down and butt skyward forever. Eventually, slowly, she lowered her tail back down. Then pushed with her fore legs, moving her head back up.

Squish. Squish.

Vinyl’s face tightened, jaw clenching hard enough to shatter her teeth. It felt so gross!

Once she was standing normally, Vinyl stopped moving again. Her eyes drifted out the the club, but it hadn’t changed all that much since she’d last seen it. Aside from Pacific’s speedy changes shortening her line a little, nothing was new. Nopony was staring at her, or laughing, or anything.

Craning her neck awkwardly, Vinyl looked over to the bar. Berry had her back turned to the club, and was hunched over the bar’s sink, scrubbing away at some foal bottles.

Vinyl should’ve been relieved that nopony had seen her. Not everyone could crap a diaper in public and not be caught, after all. Even the smell of her mess was covert, mingling in with the lingering scents of the rest of the night’s used diapers.

Looking back at her flank, there was another stroke of luck in her favor. The massive size of her diaper was suddenly a blessing, being so big and bulky that it didn’t even bulge out as a result of her mess.

But in spite of all of that, Vinyl didn’t feel particularly lucky right then. Much like before when she had wet herself, she could feel water springing free from her eyes. She sniffled, and wiped at her eyes with her hoof. It did little good against the oncoming water works.

It had actually happened; she’d pooped herself. The smelly, warm mush between her legs wasn’t some hallucination from all of the booze. She’d actually done that.

Vinyl sniffled again, feeling tears run down her cheek. Against her better judgement, she started suckling her pacifier, and not slowly either. Vinyl was desperately seeking something to comfort her right now and didn’t go halfway with her suckling.
She wiped her eyes again, fighting back the tears that threatened to well up once more. Her magic snapped to life, grabbing for her sunglasses resting at the edge of the turntables. Clumsily, they found their way on her face to hide her no doubt red eyes.

Vinyl didn’t want anypony to know what had just happened; she couldn’t let anypony find out. So what if nopony here cared? If just one pony spilled the beans about the legendary DJ PON3 pooping her diaper like a foal, her career was dead. Even her previous accident was preferable to this.

This was a rare chance too: nopony saw her, her diaper was hiding the aftermath, the smell was indistinguishable from all the others wafting through the air…

The door to the backstage area was completely unguarded. If Vinyl was lucky, she could stumble in, change herself, and stumble back out before the current song ended. And even if she was late, dead space in the club was a small price to pay for a clean diaper.

Okay… okay, here I go.

Even after thinking that, Vinyl still needed a few seconds to build up her courage. The threat of being discovered with a full diaper soon spurred her to move, however.

She moved forward, and winced at the feeling of her mess crawling along her backside. It didn’t help that her diaper bounced up and down with each waddle, jostling its contents for maximum terribleness.

Gritting her teeth, Vinyl made it to the edge of the crib walls. Now came the unsavory part.

She grabbed the railing with her forelegs, shuffling her flank over to be parallel with the wall. With a preemptive groan, she lifted her hind leg up and onto the rail as fast as she could.

Her mess shifted in her diaper, sending a shiver down her spine. Hoping to ignore the feeling, she hoisted herself up and attempted to fling herself over the edge.

Emphasis on “attempted”.

Her gait was spread to wide thanks to her diaper. Her awkward effort sent the crotch of her padding right into the railing.

“Mmmph!” Vinyl’s eyes went wide and she chomped down on her pacifier. As her diaper dug into the top rung of the crib, it sent a swath of padding straight into her nethers.

Doubling over in surprise, Vinyl rolled right off the edge of the crib, landing on the other side on her back.

Squish.

Vinyl shivered, her messy diaper squashed between her rear and the floor, compressing the mushy, lumpy padding.

“Mmmmrrr…” She groaned. Tears welled up in her eyes again with a vengeance, but she blinked them away. Now wasn’t the time.

Rolling over, Vinyl made it to her stomach. She awkwardly pushed herself up, but her stunted coordination and bulky padding sent her swaying and stumbling over halfway through. Landing on her butt again, Vinyl could only shiver as the warm mess spread further, now encroaching on her inner thighs.

Stupid diaper, she lamented, hooves finding the carpet again. Stupid club. Vinyl pushed, wobbling as she made her way back up. The room spun around her, but she could hardly tell with how dark her shades made everything look.

Stupid me.

As much as Vinyl wanted to pin the blame on something else… yeah. It was her fault she got stuck in this mess, literally.

She finally made it to all fours again, unconsciously suckling on her pacifier. It made her feel… better. Before, just wetting herself had turned her into a sniveling wreck, but now it was almost like she could handle it a little better.

Yeah right. Vinyl shook her head. As if her dumb pacifier was actually helpful. It’s just cause I’m too drunk to freak out.

That had to be it. So before she sobered up, she needed to change herself. Vinyl looked around, trying to re-orient herself and find the door.

“Hey, great timing!” Pacific’s cheery voice made Vinyl’s stomach curdle.

Snapping her head around, she saw the pink mare trotting to her. Dammit, she knows! Vinyl thought. Her face burned prematurely at just the thought of lying down on that changing table again.

When Pacific reached her, she took Vinyl’s hoof and pulled her forward. Her green skirt swished as the two trotted into the middle of the dance floor.

Vinyl gulped. “I—”

“Everypony, let’s hear it for the night’s DJ, Vinyl!” Pacific whipped Vinyl’s hoof into the air.

Looking forward, Vinyl could make out the outline of the crowd. A split second later, her eardrums were shattered by an uproar of cheers.

Vinyl’s bones shook as the club hooted and hollered, the crowd making enough noise to deafen the pro DJ. Had nopony left after Pacific had changed them? Or, more likely, had Pacific asked them to stick around just for this?

Whether the cheers were premeditated or not, it still made Vinyl smile behind the guard of her pacifier. Of all the places she’d worked at before, she’d never got a standing ovation.

The cheers slowly faded, as a few ponies began chanting her name. More and more traded out screaming for repeating her name over and over again. The volume only rose after that, the chanting picking up steam as the room itself shook from the force of her name.

“VINYL! VINYL! VINYL! VINYL!”

Suddenly, a pair of forelegs wrapped around her. Vinyl didn’t have time to blink before she was pulled into the purple fluff of Berry’s chest, nearly losing her shades in the process. The mare raised her head high into the air, drunk off the atmosphere of the room.

“Whoooo! Whooo Whoo Whooo!” Berry shouted.

Pacific struck from the otherside with a second hug, nuzzling her face into Vinyl’s cheek. “Bestest DJ EVER!”

For the umpteenth time that night, Vinyl’s face flushed red. But this time it wasn’t from her get-up. In fact, for a brief moment, she forgot she was wearing a poopy diaper.

“Thank you, everypony!” Pacific called out to the crowd. “Hope to see you all tomorrow night!”

The crowd barely processed her words at first. Some in the front row caught it, and took the hint. As they began pushing their way back and to the doors, the rest of the diapered ponies slowly got the message. The chanting of Vinyl’s name died down slowly, as more and more filtered out, heading for the door.

Vinyl could barely keep still, even with Berry and Pacific holding her down. She was just… filled with so much energy. It was hard to believe she’d been on the verge of tears a few moments ago.

“Well then,” Pacific said as she and Berry disentangled themselves from Vinyl. “Let’s get you paid, huh?”

Vinyl just nodded, still clinging to her pacifier. In the heat of the moment, she hadn’t realized it, but now it was painfully obvious: her plans for a covert change were dashed.

“Come on,” Pacific nudged her head toward the backstage door, already making her move. Her awkward waddle was only made more goofy by her giant dress, that swished and swayed back and forth with each step.

Berry started walking that way too, giving Vinyl a playful punch to the shoulder. “Not bad for a club full of freaks, eh?”

“Y-Yeah,” Vinyl managed. She realized she needed to move too, already staring at two diapered butts ahead of her. Cringing at the squelching of her mess, she toddled after them as best she could.

The promise of getting paid was great, but Vinyl was in a real dilemma now. What should she do? Tell them about her accident? It was her second of the night; what if they suspected she actually liked this crap? Would they try to invite her back? Would they persist?

What if they told somepony?

Vinyl just gulped as she walked through the door and into the employee’s only room. The first thing her eyes met was the changing table in the corner, and she quickly turned away.

“What a night,” Berry huffed as she flopped onto the couch. Her hoof snaked down to the fridge beside it and popped the door open. After a second of digging around inside, Berry withdrew a baby bottle, but unlike all the other’s Vinyl had seen that night, this one was full of a pure white mixture. Milk.

“Want one?” Berry asked, placing her lips around the rubber nipple.

“U-Uh…” Vinyl blinked. “N—”

“I’m good,” Pacific called out from the other end of the room. Vinyl face flushed as she realized that question hadn’t even been directed at her. It wasn’t like she wanted it to be, either.

She rocked on the tips of her hooves as she tried to avoid looking at both the changing table and now the suckling Berry.

Her gaze inevitably fell to Pacific, who was walking back to her with a small sack in her mouth. The clinking of metal coming from within betrayed its contents.

Pacific nudged her snout out to her, bag dangling. Vinyl’s horn lit up and happily took her pay from Pacific. Out of curiosity, she untied the sack and opened it up to check her haul.

And nearly dropped her jaw.

Maybe it was just double vision from all the beer, but Vinyl’s pay was a lot. fifty, sixty, seventy... there must’ve been nearly one hundred bits in there. This was just for one night?

“Hope you don’t mind if I give you our usual rate,” Pacific said. “I know it’s not much considering all you did…”

“Izfine,” Vinyl slurred, retying the bag. Sweet Celestia, Octavia’s gonna be surprised when she sees this.

“Good.” Pacific mustered up a smile, though it didn’t reach her eyes. “I’m really sorry about… well, being an airhead. You should’ve known what you were getting into from the start.”

If only you knew, Vinyl thought, the sticky sensation against her plot squishing in agreement. But there was no way Vinyl was going to tell her about that part. “Don’ worwwy ‘bout it,” she said.

Pacific suddenly leaned forward, wrapping her hooves around Vinyl again. “I meant it too. When I said you were out best DJ ever.”

“...” Vinyl just stiffly brought her forelegs up to return her embrace.

Sniff. Sniff. Pacific suddenly pulled away, nose up in the air as she sniffed. Vinyl’s heart nearly stopped.

Pacific sniffed at the air until her head finally swiveled over to Berry. “Do you need a change?”

The rubber nipple slipped out of Berry’s mouth. She looked away, shyly, and slightly kicked her hind legs. “I… I was going to wait until after Vinyl left to say something…”

Pacific sighed. “Alright, get on over to the changing table, you.” She looked back to Vinyl. “Sorry, this is going to be a sec. And you probably want to get going anyway, I bet.”

Vinyl couldn’t believe it. Was she… actually in the clear? “U-Uh, yeah. I gotta go, an’ stuff.”

Pacific nodded in understanding. “Figured. Did you need help with the… you know.”

The what? Vinyl tilted her head slightly, only to have the light bulb go off a second later. Her records! Of course, she still had to take care of them.

But… drunk as she was, Vinyl could easily see herself messing them up. She already had her bits to carry home; making space for the records was going to be tough. And if she dropped them, even if it was just a foot or so off the ground, then they were as good as gone.

“Can I jus’ weave mah wecords hewe?” She asked. “I can pick ‘em up tomowwow night or somethin’.”

“You mean… you’re coming back?” Pacific’s eyes fluttered, as though she thought she’d misheard. “As in, coming back for another gig?” A bright smile erupted across her face. She leapt forward, taking Vinyl’s hooves in her own and hopped up and down with joy. “Really?”

“Uhh…” Vinyl gulped. Crap.

“Wait, are you for real?” Berry asked as she got up from the couch.

Double crap. Vinyl forced a smile behind her pacifier.

The mess in her diaper squished again, reminding her why she needed to leave as soon as possible. The longer she spent here, the more likely it was Pacific would realize Berry wasn’t the only pony with a full diaper.

Escape was all Vinyl could consider right now, the fear of her accident being discovered taking priority. But did that mean she’d have to go along with this misunderstanding just to leave right away?

Her brow furrowed. Right now, her mind was dulled with the fuzzy embrace of booze. No matter how hard she tried to think about it, the idea to just say “yes” and run was the best she could come up with.

But… I don’t wanna wear these stupid diapers again! They’re so lame!

I mean, yeah the pay is great, but it’s not worth another night of this.

And sure, I don’t have any other jobs lined up right now, but still…

Well… as long as I don’t drink, it’s not like I’ll need to use the bathroom or anything.

And I really don’t mind the extra smalls, I guess. It’s not like anyone can see me wearing them behind the turntables.

And Berry’s pretty cool.

And Pacific.

“I… guess I’ww come back tomowwow night,” Vinyl relented.

Pacific stopped bouncing, only to wrap her in another hug. “Awesome! Yes yes yes! Thank you, Vinyl!”

Vinyl winced as her body was pulled into the hug, jostling her dirty diaper. She needed to go. Now.

“Weww, I gotta go. Woommate waitin’ an’ aww dat,” she mumbled, backing out of Pacific’s hooves and over to the door.

“Ok, sure. Yeah.” Pacific’s grin was ear-splitting. “See you tomorrow night, then!”

“See ya!” Berry waved, with a grin to match Pacific’s.

Vinyl bit her pacifier as she opened the door, and pulled her bag of bits with her. “See woo tomowwow.”

Pacific blinked, facing morphing from joy to concern. “Oh wait, did you need me to—”

“Bye!” Vinyl slammed the door, breathing a sigh of relief that she’d managed to get away. As far as she was concerned, she was in the clear.

Though something kind of nagged at the back of her mind. Like she was forgetting something kind of important.

Oh yeah!

She levitated the bits over and onto her back, feeling the coins settle against her spine. Vinyl was too afraid with the booze hitting her as hard as it was that her magic would drop them on the way back.

She waddled forward, stumbling, but not falling. It was definitely time she headed home. If she was late, she’d miss saying hi to Octavia before her roommate had to go to work.

Pacific pursed her lips at the closed door. Looking back, she saw Berry already hoisting herself up onto the changing table.

“Uh… Vinyl know’s she still wearing her onesie and diaper, right?”

“Course she does,” Berry waved dismissively. “Knowing her, she was probably just trying to be polite and wait till we were out of sight before she ripped it all off.”

“I guess so,” Pacific replied. Still, it was weird. Vinyl hadn’t even spat out her pacifier that whole time. Almost like she hadn’t even noticed it was still in.

She might’ve just gotten used to it already. Pacific knew there’d been tons of days she’d suckled away for hours never realizing there was a pacifier in her mouth.

Berry laid back against the changing table. “I hope she becomes a regular; she’s pretty fun.”

“Yeah,” Pacific smiled. “I mean, she might. We’ve never had somepony come back for a second night before. That’s something.”

“Sure is,” Berry kicked her legs absently. “So, you gonna change me, or what?”

“Oh, right.” Pacific waddled over. Somehow it had almost slipped her mind that Berry needed a change in the first place.

Must be the smell, she thought. For some reason, the scent of dirty diapers had become a lot less intense all of a sudden.

Author's Note

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