☀☀☀ Chapter Four ☀☀☀

Throughout the night, Fancy Pants's dreams were...hard to pin down. He found himself rapidly switching between barely visible dreamscapes, often only spending mere minutes in one before the whole scene changed. What he managed to dream up felt incorporeal and not quite there. The images that swam through his dreaming head felt distant, yet incredibly real and impactful. The actual details of the dreams were difficult to recall, even moments after waking up. He could faintly recall flying around fluffy clouds in one dream and then swimming in a tropical spring in the next. That little bit was remembered. However one thought that lingered in his mind as he woke up was an overall feeling of fuzzy comfort. Like his heart was wrapped up in a fluffy warm blanket.

When morning came, he was greeted by warm, blue sunlight filtering through thin curtains and the wooden bars of his crib. It took a moment or two for him to remember where he was as highlights of last night came flooding back. The feeling of the bulky diaper between his legs certainly made that thought easier to remember. He sluggishly pulled himself up, yawning as he rubbed his tired face.

“Morning, Goldie," Fleur smiled through the bars, "sleep well?”

"M-mhmm," Fancy Pants so groggily answered back, rubbing the sleepies out of his eyes.

“Good to hear,” Fleur answered as she magically lowered the crib’s gate and helped him out of bed.

Yawning some more, Fancy Pants sluggishly pulled a trail of bed sheets out with him as he climbed out of bed. His diaper crinkled subtly between his legs as his feet delicately touched the soft carpet floor. Stretching his legs out in random directions, he stole a glance at his diapered behind. He had almost completely forgotten about that diaper. The cushiony padding that was once bulky and unwieldy now came with a hint of comfort. He felt safer knowing that it was there.

About midstretch, he felt a hoof brush across the length of his diaper. Rather invasively, Fleur gave his diaper a careful and complete check, poking and prodding the crinkly thing from every angle. He had half a mind to move his backside away from the maternal mare, but he had to remind himself not to. He had to trust her. Trust.

Finding the diaper dry, Fleur guided the stallion over to the dresser where she extracted an adult sized onesie out from the second drawer. The onesie was made of a white cloudy colored fabric that was absolutely soft to the touch. Little cartoon airships of blues, oranges, and greens dotted the whole surface from the tightly trimmed blue collar down to the crotch flaps bound together by plastic snaps.

“Hooves up, Goldie,” Fleur said as she magically floated the onesie overhead. Fancy Pants followed suit and was soon enveloped in the baby soft fabric of the form fitting onesie. “This’ll be your first day in your new role so it’ll be a lot to take in,” Fleur explained, tugging the onesie down across the stallion's chest, “if you ever feel uncomfortable, just say the word and we’ll slip back in here, alright?”

“M-mhmm,” Fancy Pants gulped as the onesie’s material was tugged tightly down his front and the crotch flaps were snapped closed around his diaper. The properly sized garment fit just right around his body, keeping the diaper snuggly against his crotch. It was amazing that Fleur got his measurements so accurate.

Once freshened up for the day, the pair entered the spa’s common area once more. There was a louder buzz of activity around the area during this time of day and Fancy Pants realized there were more ponies here than he thought. Spa attendants, wearing white trimmed black uniforms could be seen tending to their daily tasks, mopping floors, cleaning tables, and ensuring their guests were well looked after. The spa’s payroll included ponies of all walks of life from pegasi to earth ponies to unicorns. Like any other hotel or lodge, it took all kinds of workers to keep the whole thing running smoothly.

A few guests besides the group Fancy Pants was introduced to last night could be seen walking about, paying the diapered stallion very little mind as they went about their business. Some of them wore elaborate, yet infantile outfits while others wore absurdly bulgy diapers that made them waddle goofily around the room. Not too far from these foalish ponies were their caretakers or their assigned spa worker, each one dotting over their charges in their own special way. It seemed that each diapered pony wasn't short of a caretaker or two ready to wipe the drool off their faces or play silly games with them.

These diaper ponies and caretakers might have very well been part of Canterlot’s social elite, Fancy Pants deduced, giving the spa’s exclusive club-like atmosphere and secretive nature. However he respected the individuals’ privacy by not prying too much about that. He was sure he could have easily figured out who each of these ponies were if he was given some time to talk to them, but then he had to remind himself of his own situation. He certainly wouldn’t want ponies to figure him out as well.

Breakfast was being served inside the main dining room and most ponies were trickling in to enjoy their meal. A long table against the far wall was covered in a wide selection of breakfast foods from steamy scrambled eggs to fresh fruit. A window in the wall opened up to a bustling kitchen where ponies in chief uniforms cooked up a frenzy, wafting delicious scents into the room.

It was a delectable spread of freshly prepared foods that made Fancy Pants's mouth water at the very sight of it. He wanted nothing more than to dive straight into the buffet line and grab himself a hefty plate of food, but Fleur had other plans. Before he could trail much farther from her, he was guided over to a line of high chairs that hugged the western wall. Each one was made of a high polished, dark wood with sanded down corners to avoid any uncomfortable sharp edges. The trays were made of a thick, easy to clean plastic that was attached to the front of the chairs by means of metal rails on either side.

“Up you go, Goldie,” Fleur said as she magically opened up one of the chairs.

Keeping his blushing face low, Fancy Pants climbed up into the vacant chair and watched as Fleur slipped the tray back into place, locking him inside. He tried his best not to look around the room aside from an arid glance. Sitting in a highchair among a dozen prying eyes made him feel more vulnerable than he would have liked.

“Now you sit tight while I get us some num-nums, alright?” Fleur cooed, seemingly unaffected by the stallion’s reservations. He could only muster a little nod as she scurried off to the breakfast table.

Normally Fancy Pants liked to start his day with a stiff cup of tea with sugar and cream, but Fleur didn't seem to aim for that. She instead piled high a healthy spread of a well balanced breakfast fit for any foal. Soft foods like oatmeal and blueberries took up most of the serving tray as well as an adult sized sippy cup sloshing with apple juice. It really shouldn’t have surprised him that a place like this would have a supply of that.

Extra utensils and other amenities were laid out on a table next to the breakfast buffet, providing an ample supply of spoons, napkins, and cutlery. There was also a selection of bulky plasticware - likely a favorite among the diaper wearing ponies - and a number of colorful bibs. Tending to the whole lot was a young, pale yellow unicorn attendant, dressed finely in the usual black and white trimmed spa uniform.

Fleur, being the friendly social butterfly that she was, gleefully stopped to exchange a few words with the young unicorn. The attendant certainly looked quite young, hardly a few years out of college. He seemed more than happy to flaunt what the spa had to offer during the meal, showing off the selection of bibs and bonnets that laid neatly folded in stacks on the table beside him. They chatted for a bit, the young unicorn went into further detail on the design of the bibs and bonnets that decorated his display table until finally Fleur said her farewells and trotted back to her charge.

“A-a bib?” Fancy Pants squeaked, almost in a whine when he saw Fleur finally trotting back with the food. A light blue bib hung off the edge of the tray like an infantile flag.

“We need to keep that cute little onesie of yours clean, don’t we?” Fleur countered, placing the food in front of him, “it’s all part of the game, Goldie. You’ll love it! Trust me,” Fleur smiled with that sweet warming smile she wore so well.

Fancy Pants sighed and allowed Fleur to finish, leaning his head forward. The bib was a light blue with a cloud pattern striping across its surface. Silky soft ribbons neatly bowed behind his neck ensured the fabric freshener smelling accessory would remain hanging squarely on his chest, as if the highchair and onesie wasn’t eye catching enough.

“Okay, tell you what,” Fleur said as she reached for the spoon, “I’ll let you feed yourself for a few bites and then I’ll take over, alright?”

Fancy Pants sighed again and reluctantly agreed. It sounded like the deal wasn’t going to get any better than that.

“But,” Fleur was quick to add, “remember our little rules, Goldie. No magic.”

Eating with his hooves wasn’t an impossible request - he wasn’t completely reliant on his magic after all - but Fancy Pants was quick to notice that wielding the spoon with his hooves lacked the same kind of elegance and fluidity as using his magic. He had almost forgotten how imprecise one’s hooves could be. He never spilled anything while he fed himself - a mark of pride, he assumed - however it might have not been as graceful as years of attending royal banquets had conditioned his telekinetic prowess.

He felt like he was just getting the hang of things before the spoon glowed a sparkling magenta and floated out of his grip. “You did well, Goldie,” Fleur cooed, floating the spoon down into the bowl of oatmeal, ”but now it’s time for mommy to take over!”

The food was delicious, Fancy Pants found, even if it was mostly mushy baby food and fruit. The oatmeal was clearly some work of passion by some skilled chief rather than just being some bargain bin mix purchased at a store. There was very little he could find to complain about the meal, despite having it in a highchair while wearing a bib. Or maybe he was just hungry.

“Goldie!” a familiar voice called out across the way.

Held in the arms of Stalwart came an energetic Melody waving enthusiastically over to Fancy Pants. She was dressed in, what Fancy Pants assumed, to be her night time pajamas, a one piece footed outfit that appeared to be made of a soft and delicate purple and pink striped fabric. Each hoof was cushioned with non slip pads on the bottom for extra comfort.

“Good morning, you two “ Fleur chuckled, “sleep well?”

“Like a baby,” Stalwart chuckled as he carried Melody over to a high chair beside Fancy Pants’s. As they neared the line of chairs the pink unicorn started to squirm eagerly in Stalwart's arms. With well tuned fatherly instincts, he was quick to control her. “Now hold on, Melody. We have to undress you, remember? Can’t have you getting food all over your pretty pjs.”

Melody nodded and allowed her caretaker to lower her to the ground. She could hardly stand still as she was so excited to have some breakfast. The sleeper was unzipped from the back, allowing Stalwart to undress his squirming charge. Out from the back of the clothing popped out a pair of pink feathered wings, surprising Fancy Pants. The giggling Melody squirmed and wiggled her feet out of the soft fabric, shedding her jammies and allowing them to gather under her.

Fancy Pants had to respectfully look away with a blush as Melody climbed out of her outfit in nothing but a diaper. Somehow seeing the mare in nothing but a diaper felt more taboo than when she was fully dressed. He tried his hardest to focus on his meal, opening his mouth for spoonful after spoonful of the bland baby mush.

As Stalwart gathered the pile of pajamas and folded them up, Melody clambered up into the highchair next to Fancy Pants’s, handling the task just like any other toddler would. Stalwart, being the protective caretaker he was, helped guide the mare into her seat and snuggly fastened the tray into place once she was comfortable. She was then given a toddler meal of sliced strawberries, applesauce, oatmeal, and a piece of hazelnut spread covered toast all served on a dinosaur themed plastic tray. A big plastic spoon sat on the tray beside all the food, ready for Stalwart to pick up and begin feeding his charge.

“Do you know if the other two will be joining us?” Fleur asked.

“Most likely not,” Stalwart answered, dabbing some applesauce off of Melody's chin, “Diamond Cut likes to give Cider his meals in private. Things can sometimes get...” he paused, throwing a glance at Melody as he chose his words carefully, “noisy.”

“Well that’s a shame,” Fleur shrugged, “hope she doesn’t keep him in there all day.”

“You know how focused Diamond can get,” Stalwart answered back, “wouldn’t be surprised if she kept him in bindings all day again!”

Fancy Pants swallowed his meal with shaky breaths. He couldn’t help but wonder what Diamond and Cider did behind closed doors. What sort of naughty things did they enjoy in the privacy of their bedrooms? How noisy did these things actually get? Having just been introduced to this world of diapers and submission, he was curious about a lot of the things that those two were doing. Morbid curiosity, but curiosity all the same.

Meanwhile Melody was enthusiastically eating her meal. When Stalwart didn’t have time to carefully feed her, she mischievously tried to feed herself. She spent most of the meal slobbering over her hooves as she sloppily scooped up oatmeal and shoving what she could into her mouth. Most of the time this led to her spilling the food down her front where the bib caught what stray food it could. It took maybe twenty minutes for her to finish her meal, but in that short time her bib became splotchy with colorful slobber and oatmeal stains. Fancy Pants found a little bit of solace in the fact that he managed to get through his own breakfast without nearly as many slobber stains.

When the meal was done, Stalwart untied Melody’s bib and used whatever clean spots of the bib to clean Melody’s face off of food. “Such a good girl eating all of her breakfast!” he praised, making the mare giggle and kick her feet happily. Once all that was done, the bib was placed on the tray next to the empty plate and the tray was pulled out of the way.

Fancy Pants knew it wasn't proper to stare, but his burning curiosity got the better of him. Melody's diaper, starting the meal as a pristine white, was now greatly swollen and hued a deep yellow from front to back. It was almost impressive to see such a transformation.

“Uh oh! Looks like somepony got a soggy diapee!” Stalwart exclaimed.

Melody giggled, squirming in her squishy seat as she bashfully hid her face behind her hooves. With a glow of Stalwart’s magic, she was lifted back out of the chair. Muffled giggled slipped out of her covered muzzle as her back legs kicked and wiggled in the air.

“Better go change the little sog monster,” Stalwart chuckled with a pat of Melody's soggy diaper bottom, “would you care to join me, Iris?” He then so casually turned toward Fancy Pants. “Oh and you’re invited too, Goldie.”

Fancy Pants was amazed Stalwart could so casually talk to him like he wasn't an adult stallion wearing nothing but a diaper and bib in a highchair. It was almost remarkable how laid back he was about the whole thing.

“I would love to join you!” Fleur cheered, “and don’t worry about Goldie. He can behave himself for a few minutes by himself, right?” Fancy Pants blushed, but he still nodded.

Fleur smiled at the response and gave the stallion a nice pat on the head, “we won’t be long.”

“Okay, OFF we go!” Stalwart exclaimed, bouncing Melody in the air, ”can’t have the little princess leaving puddles everywhere!”

“Don’t worry, Goldie. We’ll be back,” Fleur assured, “oh, but before I go.”

With a pale magenta glow of her horn Fleur smoothly untied Fancy Pants’s bib in one swift motion, quickly swapping it out for Melody’s which was tied around his neck just as quickly. The food stained bib hung heavily off his neck as flecks of dried oatmeal clung to its surface. Repulsed by the messy thing, he opened his mouth to complain, but Fleur was already heading out the door by the time he looked back up.

That left Fancy Pants alone in his highchair, forced to just sit there wearing nothing but a diaper, a onesie, and a very messy bib that wasn’t even his. Left alone with his thoughts, he felt vulnerable again and anxious. He tried his best not to look around the room too much, as if making eye contact with another guest would somehow make him feel even more embarrassed.

The dining room still buzzed around him as ponies came and went as he waited. Ponies even around his age shamelessly covered their faces with food and babbled as their caretakers tried their best to keep things neat and tidy. Diapers were put proudly on display rather than being hidden under layers of clothing. Some diapered ponies giggled, others cried, while others stood in the middle of the room to wet their diapers. No matter what they were doing during their childish role playing, Fancy Pants couldn’t help but notice an overall feeling of liberation and freedom among the ponies. It was like they could do anything their regressed minds could think of at a place like this.

That somehow made him feel a little embarrassed for them. Maybe it was because it called attention to his own predicament. He simultaneously envied the wanton behavior and felt himself shying away from it. He couldn’t quite seem himself doing such audacious and infantile acts. At least not in such a public setting.

And just before he felt too vulnerable, Fleur returned with a little hop in her step. “Wonderful news, Goldie!” she chirped, magically undoing his bib and getting the stallion cleaned up, “we have a playdate this afternoon!”

"Playdate?" Fancy Pants parroted as his face was wiped clean with the clean edges of the bib.

“Stalwart just needs to get Melody ready,” Fleur added, “they’ll meet us in our room later.”

Fancy Pants could only nod as he climbed out of the highchair. A playdate? He wasn't sure to expect from such a thing. Was that code? Or was it literally a playdate?

He was so lost in thought that he didn't even notice the very brief diaper check Fleur gave him. The diaper had remained completely dry throughout the meal, despite the two large cups of apple juice he had with the meal. He managed to keep it all held in all morning.

He was still trying to make heads or tails out this spontaneous playdate long after the two returned to their room. And would he be able to use the restroom before they got started?

Author's Note

Wow, this story was on quite the lengthy hiatus. As I've said before, I don't quite know how to control my muse. Where she tells me to write, I write. I've spent the past couple of months adding bits and pieces to a couple other projects, but this one seems to be the only one at the moment that was lengthy enough to post as a chapter.

I have a few more ideas to put into this story. Some safe and cozy. Some lewdish and lustful. It'll all be worked into the story in time in later chapters. I do hope everyone's having a good day!