A swig of apple juice ran down Snowy's throat as it drained from his sippy cup. He set the cup down and cleared his throat. His hooves clipped across the kitchen floor with a bowl clenched in his teeth.

"So did that make you feel any better?"

"I guess it did." Mind said, tugging at his red bib. "I think at this point, I just need some time for the pain to go away."

"If you say so." Mind opened his mouth for a spoonful of the orange mush, which he swallowed without trouble. "You're going to be alright, man." The second spoonful elicited a groan from Mind. "What's wrong?"

"You're no fun." Mind complained, Snowy raising a brow in response. "My mommy always plays games with me.” Snowy gave a reactionary eye roll. “Sometimes she pretends it's the winner of the Wonderbolt Derby trying to cross the finish line."

"I'm not doing that. Eat." Snowy’s eyes widened, and he swiftly dodged some mush thrown at him, not even noticing a tiny glob of it grazed his chin. "Are you serious!?" The highchair-bound pony couldn’t help laughing at the pegasus glaring at him and holding his mush-covered hoof to his mouth. "You are eating this!" Snowy grabbed some of the orange goop with his hoof from the bowl and shoved it into Mind's mouth, immediately yanking it out as it was clamped between his teeth. "Hey! Bad foal!"

"Having fun?" Mind said with a smirk.

"Don't make me tell your mommy."

"Please, if anything she'd give you a lesson on how to properly feed a baby."

"I will spank you until your ass is red."

"Do it!" Mind said while blushing. The two broke into laughter together. "I mean, it’d only be fair."

"Hey," Snowy said, ceasing his laughter and wiping off his smile, "that's not funny." Mind instantly regretted what he said and the two spent the rest of lunch in silence. A change into a dry diaper followed in silence as well. After Snowy reamed the tapes onto the landing zone, he gave Mind a tap on his cheek. "Up. Let's go."

"Where are we going?"

"I want to show you something."

The marigold beams of the sun and the gentle breeze made it a perfect day for a walk to the park. Mind found the adult-sized baby swings much more enticing, given it was the first time he’d been to the park with his memories back. The two took each other through tales of reminiscing, both of their poofy rumps sitting on the bench together. The two originally met in their mid teens in a support group for adolescent ponies with a fondness for diapers; a group founded by none other than Azure Burst. Finding more common interests and ideologies between one another, the pegasus and the unicorn became very close friends. They originally planned on going into a career together: Snowy wanted to be a rescuer, and Mind wanted to be a nurse practitioner. It was within reason that Mind would tag along with him to go north to heal the ponies Snowy would rescue, as well as use his special method of casting spells to conjure up ways for the pegasus to help resist the cold: Such as manipulating signals in the hypothalamus to increase adrenaline for his rescues. The two shared stories and laughter for a good few minutes before Snowy started leading Mind into a coffee shop.

The opening door rang a bell throughout the shop. Snowy led Mind to a particular table in the back. First he saw Mantra, but as he further turned the corner, other ponies came into view, all of them Mind recognized. Almost all of them victims of his powers. Mind froze up right there in front of all their gazes. Mantra urged him to take a seat next to her while Snowy took one next to Azure Burst; the only exception to the cast of victims. Mind reluctantly obeyed Mantra’s urging and readied to take a seat. Before he could, Mantra stood to pull on the back of his poofy garment. Mind looked once more at the congregation of ponies with his face flushing bright pink as Mantra checked his diaper, no-one paying a firm glance at the procedure.

"My baby would like to say some things," Mantra began, "but I would just like to thank you all very much for coming; you've all shown tremendous courage being here today. After hearing all of your stories, I know there are some hard feelings to be sorted. I know my baby's done some bad things, but through my care, I've shown him a better path. Here's hoping that by the end of today, we can all leave with the air all clear.” Her eyes then gazed at Mind in a way to instill confidence. “The floor’s all yours, sweetheart.” To which the former unicorn took a couple of collecting breaths. Mantra took her seat again before her partner started speaking.

"I can't imagine it being easy looking at me right now," Mind said, his gaze kept down at the table, being too afraid to make eye contact with anyone. "For weeks, I've been under Mantra's care. And very recently, I regained my memories of all that I've done. When I discovered I had this gift, I tried to do good with it, but it was too much for me." Mind then shook his head with gritting teeth. "No, I let it shape me into something I didn't want to be. So I don’t blame any of you if you don’t accept my apology, but for whatever it’s worth, I am truly very sorry for all that I've done, and I truly regret it all.” Mind then shuffled into his chair right beside Mantra. She pressed her lips against his cheek and they released with a wet smack.

"Now then, I think we can all agree that that apology was straight from his heart. Would anyone like to say their piece?" Everyone broke eye contact with Mantra and sat in silence. Some even putting hooves to their chins. Crinkles came from a pegasus standing up and slamming his front hooves on the table.

"For fuck's sake!" Snowy’s furled his brows and his outburst grabbed the attention of even the other customers in the shop. "How can all of you just do that?" Azure raised his hoof to him and urged him to calm himself. "No! Daddy, let me talk. C'mon everyone, Mind has lost so much; nopony in town looks at him the same way, he doesn’t have magic anymore, he lost… He lost parts of himself that made him who he was for a while… And he almost lost his best friend." He took another glance around the silent table before continuing. "After Mind discovered his powers, I never wanted to see him again. But I saw that he truly regrets what he did and I forgave him. A strong friendship that I thought would never be broken, but was, and once broken would never be fixed, but we fixed it~ If I was able to forgive him after all that, if I was able to forgive him after severing one of the closest friendships we've ever had, then there shouldn't be a damn excuse for you all not to forgive him."

Snowy sat back down with a huff. Mantra, the only one unphased by his outburst, turned her head toward a certain mare.

"Merry, why don't you tell Mind your story?"

"Uhm…" The mare known as Merry Clouds stood up slowly. Mind recognized her as the timid pegasus with the bruise on her leg, but her blue-coated companion was absent from the meeting. "As most of you know, I was- My boyfriend- My ex-boyfriend was- He was." She stopped to calm herself for a bit. "He was doing horrible things to me until Mind came along and used his- His magic to put a stop to that. Things were good for a while until Princess Twilight learned to break the spell, and then he started- He- It took me until recently to get help. And now, I hopefully won't have to ever see him again. That freedom, that short-lived freedom, gave me the strength to actually do something about him." Almost everyone around the table gave nods. "So I guess things turned out better for me thanks to Mind…" An awkward pause was given before Merry took her seat once again.

"Thank you very much for saying that, Merry."

“Yes, thank you very much.” Mind concurred.

"Would anyone else like to say anything?"

"I would," said Peppi from across the table, eliciting squeaks from her chair being pushed back, "my experience with Mind may have scarred me, and it may have scarred all of us, but that's the thing about scars: They stay with you, but you learn to live with them, and when you do, you become a better pony." She took a pause to let everyone take in what she said with nods, somewhat proud of herself. Mantra would’ve commented on how uncharacteristically astute it was of Peppi to say that, but felt it inappropriate. "Mind, I forgive you."

Ane by one, following suit, everyone in the meeting stood up proclaiming their forgiveness. Mind was taken by surprise, and even started to shed bittersweet tears, being so overwhelmed by him having to recall all the terrible things he did to these ponies and being absolved of every one of them.

"See?" Snowy said as he stood up and wrapped Mind in a warm hug. "We all forgive you." Mind’s hooves wrapped around his friend in reciprocation.

“You’re the best friend I could ever ask for.”

Mantra stood up and gently broke the hug to lead Mind outside the shop, urging everyone to follow them. Right outside the shop, beside her chariot and a couple of guards, stood a white mare shining as radiantly as the sun, and Mind felt his heart sink like an anchor while everyone else was awestruck and bowed before her. Her purple eyes fixed upon Mind and Mantra amidst the rest of the congregation, she wore her signature smile, and her long multicolor-striped mane and tail flowed gracefully, despite the gentle breeze being logistically too soft to carry such long hair.

"Su- Celestia~" Mind proclaimed, very thankful for the similar prefixes, but still carrying shame for it.

"Thank you very much for coming, Princess." Mantra said.

"No way!" Mind said. "There's no way you could forgive me!" Mantra hushed him with a raised hoof and gestured Celestia to say her piece.

"Mind Fission," Celestia said, "the world moves forward by forgiving." Mind broke eye contact with her and bowed his head before her, still feeling guilt. "There's no need to bow. Please don't." Mind looked back up at her upon said request, as did all the other ponies. "If anything, you were the victim. A victim of circumstance; you actually said this yourself, and it took me until all of it was over to realize that." She paused briefly then cleared her throat. "Actually, it was Mantra who helped me realize that as well. Being cursed with a power like that does change a pony, and I did call you some things that didn't help. So I shouldn't be forgiving you, I should be apologizing." Mind opened his mouth to speak, only to have Mantra raise her hoof to him once more before he could utter anything. "During this whole mind control debacle, we lost something very important to us; the true magic of peace and harmony, and that's on all of us more than it is on you. So allow me to make a commemoration to a brand new start: As the princess of the sun and the ruler of Equestria, I'd like to openly decree that you, Mind Fission, are pardoned from all of your crimes."

A cheer broke out from the forgiveness meeting. Mantra squeezed her charge in her embrace, rejoicing for a Mind too shocked for words. Snowy proclaimed that they should all get a picture together. As he stood in front of the camera surrounded by all his past victims now turned friend, Mind smiled brightly for the white flash. Another picture was taken shortly after as Mantra planted a kiss on his cheek.

After a full day out in celebration, Mantra took Mind to a tavern that night; joined by Snowy, Peppi, and those from the group who were able to endure a night out. The building was so congested with conversation and music that they all had to shout to hear one another. A server set a tray of shot glasses filled to the brim with a clear liquid were set at the table before Mind. Everyone took a glass while Mantra set one for Mind right before him which he only stared at.

"What's wrong, sweetie?" Mantra asked.

"This is booze!" Mind said. "This isn't a trick, right? This is a shot of pure rum!"

"Oh, you're absolutely right!" Mantra said as she took his baby bottle out of his diaper bag and poured the shot into it, closing it off with the nipple. "Here you go~" Mind clamped between his hooves the bottle levitated before him, filled only to an ounce by the shot. He only stared at it in bewilderment. "To forgiveness and moving forward~" Mantra levitated her glass while using her magic to slightly urge Mind's hoof to join in. He obliged and gently tapped the towering bottle against everyone's shot glasses. While everyone finished theirs in an instant, it took a couple of seconds for the shot to course through the teat of Mind's bottle. He practically gagged from how long the strong drink ran on his taste buds, most of it evaporating before he could even swallow it. As the last of it went down his throat, he gave a heavy dry cough, feeling the buzz throw off his equilibrium. It had been a long time since he had a drink… Or a few of them for that matter.

Mind had already ingested a couple more shots of rum by the time he finished a particularly strong cocktail; blue curacao and strawberry schnapps mixed with vodka. His face was flushed red and he was using what was left of his brain power to keep his balance in his seat. Mantra turned her head toward him, Mind looking into her now salmon eyes.

"Are you having a good time, sweetheart?"

"I'm buzzing like a bee, Mommy." Mind replied with a chuckle.

"Good~"

"Wait… Are you drunk?"

"What?" Mantra replied defensively. "No, I don't get drunk. I mean, Mommy doesn't get drunk."

"Hey everyone!" Mind called out to the rest of the party. "Mommy is drunk and she's lyyyyyyiiiiiiiiiiing about it!" He broke into laughter, not at all phased by calling her "Mommy" to everyone there. His laughter was stifled as Mantra plopped his blue pacifier into his mouth. The pacifier was wrapped in her magic aura, leaving Mind helpless to spit it out.

"No more for you. And I'm not drunk." She said, trying hard to hold back laughter.

"I can tell you are, Mommy; I have ESP. Remember? Also, dopamine is the chemical in your brain that controls pleasure, and alcohol gives you a lot of it, which is why your eyes are pink." Mantra pet his head with a smirk.

"Such adorable baby babble~" Their server put two glasses filled with a red drink before the two of them. "Oh, I didn't order this." The server froze in place nervously.

"I ordered it." Mind said. The server then swiftly walked away to deliver the other drinks she held in her tray.

"What's this, cutie?" Mantra asked as her magic levitated her glass.

"It's vodka, peach schnapps, and cranberry juice."

“You sure like vodka in your cocktails.”

“This one is called ‘Mother’s Heart’.”

"Awwww, how sweet." Mantra then started to fill his bottle with it. "Alright, one more for you."

"To you," Mind said as he raised his bottle, "for being the best mommy a foal-at-heart could have."

"And to you," Mantra’s glowing horn gently took out his pacifier and put it back in her bag, "for being the best baby in the world." The two gave a celebratory drink before Mind was called up to the karaoke stage. "Go get 'em~" Mantra said, levitating him out of his seat.

"No wait, I didn't sign up-"

"I picked a really good song, now go sing for me."

Reluctantly, Mind stood before the microphone perched atop the stand, trying his best to keep his balance. The small screen above him prefaced his performance with the key signature the song was in.

"G-sharp minor." Mind said to himself. Sharps on the G, A, C, D, and F were placed on the stave. Mind wasn’t a professional by any means, but he did take a couple of music theory classes in high school and liked to sing in comfortable opportunities; drunken bar karaoke not being one of these.

He heard a familiar piano riff start off the song, which widened his eyes.

"Really?" He said, looking straight at the smirking pink mare. "Alright, this one’s for you, Mommy." He cleared his throat and the song led into the first verse. "Highway run until the midnight sun" Mind sang, despite feeling like he was balancing on top of a flagpole, with the best he could muster, "the wheels go 'round and 'round, you're on my mind." During the break, ponies' ears started perking up and they turned their heads toward him. "Restless hearts sleep alone tonight, sending all my love along the wire." Mind's heart normally would have absolutely sank at the thought of all these ponies looking at him and his thick poofy diaper in plain sight on stage. "They say that the road ain't no place to start a family." But in his stupor, his inhibitions were a far cry from the top of a mountain, and he was in a karaoke tavern. "Right down the line it's been you and me." Mantra encouraging babyish behavior in public regardless felt so right to him. "And loving a music man ain't always what it's supposed to be." Mantra only watched his performance with a smile. "Oh girl, you stand by me. I'm forever yours faithfully~"

Once sobriety reached Mantra, she walked her tipsy giggling charge outside the tavern, secluding them both behind a bush just outside.

"What are we doing out here?" Mind asked.

"You're getting your diaper changed, silly. The tavern's bathroom is too small for it. And you really soaked this thing after all you drank." She lay him on his back gently and her horn glowed to give light in the dark of night as she reached for his tapes.

"It's really not that wet. I can make it home."

"Too late," Mantra opened up the pant swiftly. "What a supersoaker~" Telekinesis guided wipes to clean up his privates. "Next time, you're getting cut off just so you don't leak in the bar." She then lifted him up by his hind hooves and started to wipe his butt.

"You must have a high metabolism to be sober already." Mind remarked. Mantra booped his forehead in response, forcing him to giggle and wiggle a little bit under the will of his intoxicatedly sensitive nerves. With the tender touch of her hooves, she massaged foal powder into his coat then taped him up snuggly in the last thick diaper in his diaper bag. "Mommy, you're so awesome for doing this all the time."

"Oh nonsense, what kind of mother wouldn't change her baby's diapers?" She gave him a pat on his freshly padded rear. "All done~ Let's go home. It's way past your bedtime." She could've carried him, but she found it much more amusing to let him lean on her, stumbling over his own hooves and fresh thick diaper.

The world around Mind was spinning as he was cradled in his blue hoofed sleeper and being fed a bottle of water. Just water, which Mantra was happy to oblige upon his request without him having to go into detail about how staying hydrated before going to bed prevents hangovers. After his second bottle, he was taken to his crib. He was gently carried in, then Mantra climbed in with him and held him tight.

"Mommy, what are you doing?"

"It’s Mommy’s bedtime too. Surely the baby won’t fret over sharing his crib. Nighty night, sweetie~"

"Goodnight, Mommy."

"As you count sheep, remember that you are only a helpless little foal."

Mantra plopped his pacifier into his mouth and planted a kiss on his head. Mind let the spins take him off to his dreams.

Mind awoke rather abruptly, forgetting immediately whatever dream he had. He gave a couple of suckles on the pacifier still in his mouth. He felt the blankets stir, then Mantra gave him a kiss on his head, wishing him good morning. A puddle of drool had stained his pillow underneath him. He turned toward Mantra and let the pacifier fall out of his mouth as he gave her a kiss back, embracing her tightly, her reciprocating. Mind had truly never woken up happier before.

"Mommy, guess what."

"What?"

"Poofy butts!" Mind said as he rolled on top of her and started kissing her cheek repeatedly. Mantra laughed at being smothered by all his love. She hugged him tight, groping his plot, a chill ran through her as her hoof squeezed the bulky diaper underneath his fleece pajamas and her ears flicked at the crinkles it made. The cherry on top was when he rested a long smooch on her cheek and she felt her hoof suddenly get warmer. Mind kissing her left him absent to the very thought of it.

"More like soggy butts~" Mantra’s eyes turned pink in tandem with her chuckles. "You're such a good baby. Mommy couldn't be happier right now." Mind broke himself from her.

"Happy birthday!" Mind said enthusiastically with a big smile.

"How did you know?" Mantra asked, then suddenly realizing. "Snowy told you." As Mind climbed himself over her, he proclaimed he had a present for her and reached for the top bar of the crib, Mantra responding to his reaching by lowering the dropside and letting Mind run out. Mantra lifted herself out of the crib as well and watched Mind raid a certain pack of diapers. He used his hoof to part the diaper and grabbed it by clamping his lips on it.

He brought over to Mantra one of his "naughty" diapers; the pink ones with violets all over it and frills on the rear.

"Oh, did you want to wear that today, sweetie?" Mind shook his head in response, trying to speak, but the diaper he was holding in between his lips completely muffled him. "Did you want Mommy to wear that?" Mind nodded enthusiastically and the pant fell out of his mouth, hitting the floor with a crinkling thump.

"You work hard being a mommy, so today, you're the baby."

"You're so sweet," Mantra picked up the diaper telekinetically, her irises still pink from the very thought of it "but really, you don't have to do anything special for me."

"But I really want to." Mind said with a smile that subtly morphed into a smirk. "Lie down, Mommy." He read her like a map. Her pink eyes and her initial refusal; Mind put the tells together with ample support from his gift. She didn't want to give up the control, she wanted it taken from her, and even somewhat unbeknownst to herself, she had been craving it for a long time. And could she really be blamed? After weeks of playing the babysitter, constantly touching Mind's diapers, and smothering him with her love, she truly desired to be on the other side of it for a change.

She obeyed the stallion and lay on her back. Mind stripped himself of his sleeper, then slid the frilly garment underneath her and started to powder his hooves, then massaged the powder into her plot cheeks. Mantra was so overwhelmed with it all that she couldn't put words through her mouth. It had been a long time since she had been diapered by another pony, and feeling so exposed before someone willing to do such an intimate thing for her left her helpless to giggle. After cleaning his hooves with a wipe, he taped up the diaper snuggly around her flanks.

"You're such a baby," Mind said, "so happy to be put in diapees she couldn't even talk." Mantra couldn't hold back her laughter, having all of her buttons pushed just right. Mind took another leap into it and pressed his lips against her belly. His vibrating lips sent Mantra into a flurry of hysterical laughter. Mind had to pull himself away as he found himself helpless to laughter as well, and he made a mental note of needing to practice holding them back. "Now can you be a big girl and follow me to breakfast? I would carry you, but…" Mind brushed his hoof along his bare forehead.

It had been a long time, but Mantra felt all the great feelings about a diaper in between her legs come right back to her. She stood to her hooves, but the very thought of having to waddle left her unable to walk. Mind's condescending red eyes and wide smirk as he turned and started walking away didn't exactly help her relax. She was hypnotized watching his behind sway away gracefully, and was also bewildered; she never noticed before how well he learned to walk around in such a thick garment. She could already tell by how wide her hooves were spread that she would be helpless to waddle, and in a dry diaper that's even thinner than Mind's no less. She bit her lower lip in a vain attempt to help suppress urges that rushed through her at heart-racing speeds.

Mantra pounced upon Mind, causing the stallion to stumble slightly, but he regained his balance. She rested by her belly on his back, her hooves barely above the floor alongside her partner's. Mind was actually surprised he was strong enough to carry her.

"Can the little filly really not walk?" Mind said with a chuckle. "You must be younger than I thought." Mantra tugged on his ear with her magic, her eyes now radiantly pink.

"Let's go back to Mommy's bed, sweetie." She said with a lot of breath filtering her voice.

"Ah ah ah," Mind said shaking his head, "naughty fillies don't get what they want."

"Oh come on, don't do this to me~ I'm so horny I'm practically cumming right now~"

"I don't want to hear you say any of those naughty words again, young lady."

“I can’t help being a naughty girl; you should spank the naughtiness out of me~”

“Nope~” Mind adjusted her position on his back and carried her to the kitchen despite her protesting.

Tables were turned and Mantra sat in the high chair pouting with her hooves crossed. Her irises were still pink; the high from her urges was fading despite her wanting to hold onto it more than anything at that moment. Since he never had a look inside the pantry himself, Mind was still figuring out exactly what and where everything was, but it didn't help that he was purposefully prolonging his choice in foal-at-heart food. The charm from the loss of control and the high chair groping her diapered groin was strong, but Mantra was numb to it after what she was helpless to stop on her own earlier.

"I can't decide," Mind said with his hoof to his chin, "carrots it is, then. Always the default for little ponies. And just so you're not alone, I'll partake in this one." He took out another flavor for himself, then walked over to the counter to prepare it while reading the ingredients. "Oh wow, this stuff is interesting," he said mostly to himself, but hoping Mantra was listening, "it doesn't have all same amount of ingredients foal food normally has, which makes sense because real foal food doesn’t have nearly as many fat or proteins in it because actual foals have weaker digestive systems." He continued to read. "And of course, this food is rich in fiber. Gotta’ have natural laxatives in one’s diet; something I'm sure there's a ton of in the 'fast-acting' line of this stuff. I actually learned all of this in nutrition; I absolutely despised that class, but I persevered and learned all I could from it regardless."

"I tried the fast-acting stuff." Mantra said with her cheeks flushing red, and she rested her hooves on the tray. "It was awesome filling up my diaper so fast and helplessly, but I practically gagged from the smell when I had to change. The real thing is no match for the legend, I'm afraid." Mind chuckled as he continued to prepare the bowls.

"Does the little filly love making messies in her cuddle pants?"

"Shut up, you do too." She folded her hooves again. "And I'm much more ready for potty-training than you are."

"Nonsense, I bet you'll be stinking up your diaper much sooner than I normally do. Perhaps more than twice too." Mind set down the bowls on the high chair tray, one was the usual mushy carrots, the other was something purple. He clasped the spoon with his hooves and scooped up some of the mushy carrots to hold up to Mantra's mouth. She backed away in the high chair with her arms still crossed.

"I want plums." She had the spoon stuffed into her mouth regardless, and she swallowed without protest.

"No, that's my breakfast. You're a filly. Fillies don't care about what they eat." He replied with a smirk, then took a spoonful of the purple mush for himself, finding it actually very pleasing to taste and humming in question. "Actually, I see your point."

"I like the plum flavor because purple is my favorite color."

"Purple is my favorite color too. Who would've thought?" Mind said with a chuckle as he continued to have his charge down the carrot mush while still treating her with some of the pureed plums.

Mind had to sit on the floor to do it, but he managed to drape Mantra over his shoulder and burp her. It was startling to hear her belch so loud; it caused both of them to share a laugh. Mind started to lead Mantra up to her bedroom, promising her he had something very fun thought of. She knew he wasn't going to give her what she desperately craved; he was having too much fun doing so. The perpetual urge Mantra kept feeling was both excruciatingly torturous and breathtakingly divine.

She followed Mind into her walk-in closet; a part of her room Mind had never really looked at before, and his eyes focused specifically on the corner with all the babyish clothes. He was absolutely ecstatic when he picked out a frilly light blue party dress. She knew why he chose that one specifically; the dress was much too short to cover her diaper decently, making it ideal for regular diaper checks, or more ideally, to remind her that her diaper was always in plain sight. She felt like she could practically die right there having someone else picking out her clothes for her.

And then came another ultimate; Mantra sat on her bed freshly clad in her dress while Mind styled her mane. He didn't do anything extravagant, even admitted that he wasn't any good at styling hair, but the charm of having someone else dress her up and put her hair in pigtails was already more than enough for Mantra.

She stood before the mirror blushing beet red; she saw a little filly, whose pink coat contrasted beautifully with the baby blue dress, ready for a playdate having her diaper checked. Mind gave her a kiss on the cheek, proclaiming she was clean and dry, and a good filly. She blushed more at his words, and even more when she was struck with the thought of natural laxatives now coursing through her body; she could be feeling perfectly fine at the moment, but within the next minute she could be giving in to the ultimate in babyish behavior, or within the next few seconds even. There was no way for her to tell when it was going to call out to her until it did. Until then, Mind encouraged her to just go about filly business as normal.

"So, what show does the little filly want to watch?"

"Dragon Paws or Ponies Like Me? Choices…” The new filly raised her front hooves before herself like a scale. “Dragon Paws~"

“Dragon Paws it is.” Mind then stood on the couch to hit the buttons on the projector placed in the wall cubby. Its light shone upon blank white screen at the other end of the room. Thankfully, the blue dragon was already set to go on the machine, saving him the hassle of fiddling with buttons on a fancy projector he was unfamiliar with. Mind told her to find the cute little dragon, which she obeyed by turning her head toward the screen to get herself into the adventures of the blue dragon and her stallion friend. Mind had to shake his head to brush off something that seemed to possess him, thankful that Mantra didn't see it.

He walked over to Mantra with a treat in his hoof; a magenta pacifier with a butterfly shaped guard and a marigold on the button where the ring was mounted.

"Where did you get tha-" The utterly shocked mare had her sentence cut off by the nipple swiftly finding a home in her muzzle.

"My little filly shouldn't be wondering how I found her favorite paci. She should just be happy to have it in her mouth." He wasn't lying; Mantra gave the pacifier some suckles and quickly forgot about asking him how he found it. "What do you say?"

"Thank you." Mantra said with the pacifier lisping her heavily. She then clutched Mind with her hooves and brought him laying on his back on the floor alongside her. "You're a baby too~ Wet's Pway~"

"I have grown-up things to do, sweetheart." Mantra shook her head at his reply. He had absolutely no grown-up things to do, not that he was actually trying to fool anyone with that; he just wanted to fulfill his newly acquired role, but she wasn’t having it.

"Grown-up things are boring. Wouldn't you rather be a playmate than a caretaker right now?" She used her magic to fish a set of plastic keys out of the toy box, jingling them above Mind. He instinctively swatted his hoof at them. His hoof elicited a clattering of plastic that immediately trapped the stallion in an irresistible need to make the sounds again and again. Mantra spread her laughter to the pony beneath him. Without anymore words, the two started to play together, taking toy after toy out of the box and leaving them strewn about the floor while Dragon Paws ran. With toys now thrown into the equation, Mantra's irises changed back to their normal marigold, and as her libido faded away, she gave in to the innocence of being a filly at play. There were now two foals-at-heart playing in Mantra’s living room.

The filly was playing with a bead maze when the colt returned with his peacock plush and two bottles. He set the bottles on the base of the maze and hugged Polymo, waiting for her to finish. She stopped in the middle of guiding the plastic ball along the track to crawl over and give the peacock a pet. His soft touch was so inviting to her. Mind offered to share him, causing Mantra to squeal as she hugged Polymo tight. Mind then gently reached for Mantra's pacifier handle, gently pulling it out, and held the bottle of chocolate milk up to her.

"You found my bottle too?" Mantra said with her eyes widened. The bottle cap had a magenta ring with marigolds printed on the bottle itself; marigolds that matched the one on the pacifier. "And how did you know chocolate milk was my favorite?"

"Because chocolate also has natural laxatives in it~" Mind gently pushed her onto her back. Despite Mind’s failure to figure out her sweet tooth, specifically for chocolate, Mantra now had a new reason to adore chocolate milk. Mantra's face glowed red again when Mind placed the nipple of the bottle into her gaping mouth, her lips wrapping around the teat. He placed Polymo on her chest and used him to hold the bottle in place for her. "Polymo is such a good helper~" Mind proclaimed with a wide smile. Mantra had to hold back laughter to keep herself drinking the sweet sugar-brown liquid. Mind soon found himself thirsting as well and he grabbed his strawberry milk bottle as well, absentmindedly letting go of his peacock, causing Mantra's bottle to fall limp and her having to use her magic to catch it and keep herself drinking from it. Mind lay down beside her, downing the succulent pink liquid from his bottle, slow to realize Mantra was holding it for him with her magic as well.

The filly gazed down at herself, her bottle now blurry to, now the foreground of her depth of field meshing with her periphery. She saw Mind's fluffy and dampened diapered groin lay beside her own, covered by her dress from her angle, and she smiled wide at the idea of Mind doing the same thing. As a gust of wind poured wheezed out from Mantra's bottle, she lazily let it fall out of her mouth, her magic aura dissipating from both bottles. She watched her bottle roll away. Mind finished his and did the same thing, then proceeded to roll to his side and wrapped his hoof around the sleeping mare, then fell asleep himself.

Through blurred vision, Mind watched Mantra slowly break herself from their cuddling, stand up, and face away from him. He smirked at the glorious sight of the pink poofy glory underneath her blue dress. He closed his eyes and feigned sleep as soon as she started turning her head back at him. His ability let him know when to open his eyes again. Her pacifier floated toward her and she caught it in her mouth by the nipple. Her horn ceased glowing shortly after.

Mantra felt the very audible gurgles in her stomach and her face flushed red. Her innocent pacifier nursing was a telegraph of her excitement. She hadn't done this in quite a while, and the notion struck her dubiously. But she was fully prepared for the deed; her diaper was nice and snug, both that and her dress would've been a pain to take off. The bathroom was also very far away- or rather, it was only a couple rooms away, but numbers are hard for small babies to understand. She was anxious to feel the results of the natural laxatives coursing through her and nature was calling out to her. While the idea was tempting, she hesitated when it came to practice. This was her brain at work; after undergoing potty-training, one is struck with the conditioning it brings when met with the idea of not using the toilet. So what was the advantage to holding it in, taking off her dress and diaper, and using the toilet like a big girl? …There wasn't any. She spread her hind hooves and cemented herself into foalhood.

After waking from a nap and needing to relieve herself right away, it all just felt right to her. Without her realizing, Mind watched every second of the filly letting it all out into her awaiting pant. She sighed in relief, but the show wasn't over then. She shook her plot, making thunder with her crinkling trying to make the storm inside sit more comfortably. She turned back to see Mind still seemingly sound asleep and telekinetically lifted his hoof up to lay herself back in place with a warm smile. She closed her eyes, but then felt a kiss on the head and a pet on her mane.

"Good girl." Mantra's face grew beet red yet again to the sound of Mind’s soft voice, and even redder when he reached his hoof down to pat her diapered behind. Mantra thought she couldn't feel any smaller, "I think the little filly needs a change," until Mind uttered that last sentence, "unless the filly wants some bouncy bounce time," and Mantra found herself unable to resist smiling. She couldn't even find words; her dedicated pacifier suckling gave him more answers than words could anyway. "Naaaaahhhh. Changies it is."

Mind rolled onto his belly, hesitating to get up, having slept so soundly. Mantra didn't help with her cuddling, but there was absolutely no helping it. Mantra was making herself feel innocently helpless more than Mind's treatment was at this point. She rolled over and she stared into her partner's red eyes, finding his condescending smirk pushing her buttons some more, and her smile barely peeked from behind her pacifier. Mind gave her a long smooch on her head then pet her mane again.

"Just so you're not alone, sweetie~" Her eyes widened and she glanced down to see his tail lower back into place. She couldn't believe she was so deep into her own sensations that she didn't even notice him doing that.

“Hey! Y- You’re not allowed to hide that~”

“I didn’t hide it.” He then got up, kissed her once more, then made his way toward his diaper supply in the nursery. “You’re just so small you didn’t pay attention.”

A fresh folded diaper was flopped down at Mantra's hind hooves, who had been stripped of her dress and lay on her back on the changing table in only her diaper. Mind was confident and wholly ready to do this; something that Mantra was kind enough to do for him many times. He couldn’t stop smiling at the idea of making her feel the same comfort she made him feel every time she did the deed. He then came to a daunting realization that he had a challenge facing him at multiple angles. He had changed his own messy diapers before and he had changed Snowy's wet ones before, but he had never changed another pony's messy diaper, not even an actual foal's. And he never changed a diaper without his telekinetic powers.

He pulled off the front tapes and then pushed her up by her butt to unfasten the tail tape. He took a deep breath through his mouth, held it, and stomached through the cold hooves he was feeling. The deed itself wasn't as bad as he thought it was going to be, but the actual sight and smell of it wasn't one of his turn-ons, something shared by the mare he was assiduously cleaning. How Mantra managed to do this for him all the time without breaking her gaze or smile was something that Mind had to think about.

"Do you want help?" She asked with a glowing horn.

"No, I got this." He gently wiped her privates thorough, taking care to wipe away from her marehood, then started to apply a cold diaper rash cream on her rump, massaging it into her twitching self. Afterwards, she was settled snug into another pink, frilly, violet-covered diaper. "All done, sweetie." And the stallion could breathe again, the fumes coming from his own diaper were actually bearable in comparison to what he was afraid to smell directly.

Despite having this fetish at a very young age, Mind before was so focused on his studies that he didn't actually start to wear adult diapers until he started college. He had only been wearing adult diapers for only a few years and he had only been messing himself once in a while. Mantra, however, had been doing the whole diaper fetish/infantilism song and dance for two decades and most certainly would have messy diaper changing down to a fine science by now. Despite magic, approaching a messy diaper isn't easy- No, it isn't any different regardless of having magic.

The way his thoughts swirled the act about made it seem like quite a chore, but in the moment itself, feelings trumped thought, and changing a messy diaper of one he loved was an experience; one of the most intimate experiences the two could have.

"Oh wow, I feel so clean~ Is this what it feels like whenever I change you?"

"Well, I have to make certain my little filly doesn’t get a rash." Mind smiled at her. He cleansed his hooves with a wipe, then answered her question seriously. "It makes sense. When you can't see your own butt, it's better off being cleaned by someone else." Mantra stood off the table and Mind was thanked for his service with a smooch planted firmly on his head. “My my, aren’t you just a smoochy foal today?” He then suddenly looked down at himself when he felt himself being lifted up onto the changing table in her place.

"You’re not one to talk.” The aura around Mind then dissipated. “Your turn~" Her magic pried off the tapes and put herself to work. A wipe alighted in her aura came to clean up Mind's privates after she scooped away the soiled garment. "It's quite magical to be so exposed like that to someone and to have someone taking care of such a sensitive part of your body. Thank you so much for doing that for me, cutie~"

"You know," a puff of white foal powder hovered above his diaper area, "I could've just changed myself to keep you in little headspace."

"Nonsense, I want to repay you for being such a good daddy and changing me out of my smelly mush~"

"But you've changed me out of mine hundreds of times," Mind replied with a chuckle, "I think we're far from even."

"See, that's the thing," she then pressed the tapes onto the landing zone with her hooves, "Mommy doesn't play to get even, she plays to win." She then lightly tapped his cheek.

Mind assumed his temporary daddy role again for lunch. After filling up his little filly with more pureed plums, Mind was about to take her back upstairs to dress her up some more, claiming he wanted to find more ways for her to look adorable.

"Actually, I set up a pretty fun room a couple of days ago. I was going to wait a couple more days to show you, but you’ve been such a wonderful daddy. It's probably best not to dress up for it." Mind raised his brow and glanced at her incredulously. "It's not dirty, I promise, but it is a surprise."

With a shrug, Mind allowed her to lead him to a room in the manor he had never seen before, watching and following her waddling crinkling behind. Out of the nursery, through the living room, up the stairs, to the south wing, through a door into a hallway with green carpet and painted landscapes adorning the walls, and through a door at the end of the hallway revealed an empty room with white paper covering the entire floor and the walls. In the corner of the room were buckets on the floor; they were given their own exposed corner. He realized why, looking into the buckets to see they were all filled close to the brim with different colored paint. Closing the door behind her, Mantra gazed at Mind with a warm smile. He was astonished by all of it. Mantra stamped her hoof into one of the buckets, covering it entirely in blue paint.

"Are you going to paint me a pretty picture, little one?" Mind cooed at her. Her response to him was a flick on his nose.

"Boop~" And Mind felt a cold dab of paint send a chill through his body. "I'm going to paint you pretty, little one." She giggled out, planting her hoof on the paper they stood on, making a print. Mind stuck his hoof into the green paint bucket. His hoof trembled as he stared at it covered completely in the goop; he was overcome by a familiarity that was so deeply buried it took his heart with it as it surfaced. He could feel the color surge through him as he tentatively reached for the paper-covered wall, his hoof tread across the paper and created a sloppy green smear.

The two gave in to hours upon hours of hoof painting, trying to cover every inch of the room with whatever little creations came to their minds, their doodles comparable to something actual foals would draw. Neither were particularly talented in the drawing field, but it didn't matter; they were covered in paint, and they used each other for canvases when they ran out of space.

Mind lay sprawled on his belly on the paper-drenching array of colors, purple hoof prints covered the seat of his diaper and the base of the back of his hind legs. Mantra lay beside him on her back with her purple hooves folded across her chest. She then crawled over and rolled Mind onto his back and started painting on his belly, claiming she needed to add one more touch, and it was a purple heart. Mind looked around the room; there was no way he could tell how long they've been in there for given that sunlight couldn't penetrate the walls.

Many attempts to leave were halted by paint-drenched hooves bringing a stallion back down to the floor, but when the two finally agreed to leave the room, the pink sky shone to reveal the specks of dust that fluttered about the window.

"I think it's time for a bath, a quick dinner, and then bed, young lady."

Two rolled up damp diapers were piled on top of each other on the tiled bathroom floor. The shower head screamed to adjust the water temperature and soaked the two together. Mind had never shared a shower with anyone before, but neither had Mantra. After they scrubbed the amalgam of colors off each other and let it pour down the drain, Mind set the plug, allowing the shower water to pool into the tub.

"Did you have a lot of fun today, my little girl?" Mind asked, stroking his hoof through her darkened soaked mane.

"I did~"

"Is the little filly glad I helped keep her naughty urges away?" Mind wore a wide smirk. His little filly blushed and nodded. He turned off the shower and lay with her in the warm water. He wasn't wrong; Mantra absolutely loved indulging in the innocence of baby play at the cost of suppressing her urges, even if she was holding back something so strong she was helpless to control on her own. He could've let her have it her way, but then the resolution after intercourse would've taken both of them out of the mood for baby play, even if Mantra were to hold off wanting to do the dance with him thirteen times again, which she most likely wouldn't have. Mind and Mantra both knew all this, and their comfortable silence together in the bath was enough to show that to one another.

A hoof gently brushed through Mantra's mane. She lay next to Mind on the couch with her head resting in his lap. The only light illuminating the room came from the multiple colors flashing from the screen before them. A big bowl sat on the table next to them, empty saved for grains of salt and popcorn kernels. Mantra was turned onto her back and a bottle of grape juice was placed in her mouth, her second favorite. Her thick diaper rested comfortably underneath her baby pink fleece hoofed sleeper with azure moons on it and a lock secured at the zipper, claiming it'd help keep her head out of the gutter. Mind wore a contrasting baby blue one with red-orange suns and his was also locked for the same reason.

The keys for the sleepers sat in a lock box upstairs, a lock box with a timer that Mantra actually suggested. It would remain locked for another ten hours, effectively keeping the two babies snug in their pajamas overnight without worry of their diapers coming off. Truthfully if they really tried, they could still bring each other to a generous orgasm, but when Mantra put on one of her favorite movies, they were both so far in their foal headspace that there was absolutely no room for dirty thoughts to find a home within them. Mind's attention was grabbed by something rather silly that happened on the screen.

"You and your girly horse movies~"

The mobile above Mind's crib spun, the centrifugal motion of it made Mind's eyelids grow heavy, as well as Mantra's, her pacifier not necessarily helping her.

"Hey Daddy." Mind turned his head toward her, and she removed her pacifier to give him a kiss, then put it back in her mouth. "This is the best birfday ever. Thank you very much, sweetheart." She then started to cuddle into him. "Tomorrow is business as usual. As you count sheep, remember that you are only a helpless little foal."

And the two foals fell fast asleep, the lullaby of the mobile coming to a crawl then to a stop.

Author's Note

This chapter was mostly to emphasize the switch aspect of ABDL relationships; usually the best caregivers are the ones who desire to be babied the most, and Mantra is absolutely no exception to this.

Usually people in these types of relationships don't baby each other because they feel they owe one another, it's out of a genuine want to make someone else happy; something I feel I conveyed very easily with this one.