Diamond Tiara's Padded Secret

If it was any other pony Diamond would’ve complained about being scooped up and carried in the hooves of somepony that wasn’t her parents (and she couldn’t really remember a time where her mother had ever truly held her for more than a few seconds). But with Randolph the filly felt safe, he would respect her boundaries while at the same time making her feel just like the itty bitty filly she was on the inside.

Randolph gingerly brought his young charge to her bedroom, closing the door and locking it behind them so that no one might accidentally barge in on their secret. “Let’s get my favorite little filly all nice and padded up.” He cooed as he took out one of the diapers from the opened package and quick as a flash he effortlessly slid it under Diamond’s rump, taping it up so that it hugged her rear snuggly.

Tiara just smiled, content to lay still on the floor as Randolph got her pyjamas and helped her into them, zipping up the back to conceal her diapers. “There we go, now nopony but me will know about your diaper-wiaper.” He cooed again, finally allowing his charge to observe her bedroom in all its glory.

There was one big change that the rich filly took notice of. Her bed now had guardrails installed on either side, turning it into a makeshift crib. The filly locked eyes with the old butler! “You got me a crib?!” Her question was answered with a nod and she all but leapt for joy right then and there! “Oh thank you, thank you, thank you! How did you ever manage to explain it to Mother?”

Randolph winked. “It didn’t take much to convince her that it was necessary to ensure you wouldn’t slip out of bed at night and try to sneak out.”

“Randolph, you said you wouldn’t tell! It’s Mother’s fault for being such a poopie head!” Tiara playfully pouted.

Randolph just laughed. “‘Poopie head’ is certainly a far more dignified term than what I would refer to your mother as, though I needn’t say it within earshot of you since it is not a word for little fillies to know about,” And then he added. “Besides, I never told her about your not so secret late night rendezvous’ with your new friends. Some things are hard to keep secret.”

Tiara sighed. “It’s okay, I only ever did it once or twice anyways. Now I usually just hang out with the Cutie Mark Crusaders after school, and Mother doesn’t seem to mind, or if she does she doesn’t say so. I just wish she wasn’t so overbearing, why does it matter if my friends aren’t of the highest social class? Father considers the Apples his friends, and they live on a farm. To say nothing of the probably average living Miss. Cheerilee makes for herself.”

The old butler quickly detected the sorrow creeping into the filly’s conversations and he knew he had to do something fast to cheer her up and take her mind off her troubles. Fortunately for him, he knew just what that something was. “Perhaps my little filly would like a special after school snack?” He offered. “Chocolate chip cookies and milk?”

Diamond nodded. “Yes please, and a bowl of applesauce too. Mother packed my lunch again today, and she always insists on that stuffy, fancy stuff from Canterlot that’s so low portioned. You can barely call it a meal.”

Randolph simply smiled. “Not to worry, I shall soon rectify that. You just play with your toys and I’ll be back shortly. Make sure to leave the door locked, I’ll knock three times before I enter so you’ll know it’s me. I doubt you want to allow certain ‘other ponies’ as it were to discover this secret of yours by accident.”

The magenta coated filly shuddered at the thought, especially fearful of what would happen if Spoiled of all ponies saw her daughter in such a state (the nightmare from last night was still vivid in her mind). “Okay, Daddy,” She promised. “I’ll be good.”

The stallion exited the bedroom once he was certain his charge would be occupied and safe from any wandering or prying eyes. He trotted to the kitchen with a spring in his step that he hadn’t felt in years and a smile upon his face.

He gingerly retrieved several fresh chocolate chip cookies from the cookie jar and put them on a plate, which he then set aside. He then opened the fridge and retrieved both a jar of Sweet Apple Acres brand applesauce, and a carton of milk. He opened the applesauce jar and slowly tipped it into a bowl to fill up, then he screwed the jar’s lid back on.

As for the milk, Randolph knew he couldn’t put it in a baby bottle. Not only were there none available but a bottle would attract too much attention. That was okay, though. “Diamond isn’t a completely helpless little one. I can trust her with a plastic cup as long as I’m there to watch her.” He thought, and after retrieving one of the many colorful plastic cups from a nearby shelf, he poured the milk into it. Then he put the milk back in the fridge alongside the applesauce.

With that, the butler fetched a small tray and carefully balanced the snack for his young charge upon it. After placing a metal spoon in the applesauce, Randolph picked up the tray and carried it back to Diamond’s bedroom. Upon reaching it he carefully set the tray down near the bedroom door and gave the coded knock.

The door was opened ajar, just enough for Randolph to come in with the tray. He set it upon the floor after locking the door shut behind him. “Here’s your snack, little one,” He cooed. “I hope I can trust you not to make too much of a mess, especially since there are no baby bottles or sippy cups for your milk.”

Tiara removed the pacifier she’d been sucking on and waddled over, holding something in her hooves. What it was was soon revealed, it was a bib that had cute, pink hearts printed all over it.

Randolph smiled. “Ah, how smart my little one is. I most certainly don’t want you to get all messy either.” He promptly tied the bib around her neck, then sat down near the tray and watched Diamond happily go to work on her provided snack. He knew she wouldn’t normally eat in such a sloppy way, which seemed a further testament to just how deeply into her role she was getting.

When Diamond was finished the pink coated filly leaned back a bit, her face full of crumbs and traces of applesauce. Almost without knowing it she let out a belch. Not a big one, mind you, but enough of one for Randolph to take notice. She was quick to apologize as a look of shame crossed her face and her cheeks flushed red. “Excuse me.”

Randolph only giggled, dramatically waving a hoof across his nose. “Good heavens!” He playfully exaggerated! “On a scale of one to ten that was quite frankly a twelve, maybe even a thirteen! Good thing I planned ahead for such a messy eater.” He retrieved a wet rag that he was always used to carrying with him (it seemed like he was always cleaning up messes left by somepony else, and most of them had an unfortunate tendency to originate from Spoiled without notice), and went right to work on cleaning his charge’s face. The process took less than a minute.

Once Tiara’s face was cleaned up and her tray was empty, she opted to crawl over to her toys for some more playtime. The question on her mind now though was what to play with. There were so many wonderful choices: The rattle that made a lovely sound whenever she shook it, the squeaky toys that could take all kinds of abuse and never be worn out, and of course her many stuffed animals that she loved to collect and dream up all sorts of fun adventures for.

But the filly felt like she wanted to go the extra mile this time, she wanted to get her new daddy in on the play time. And what better way to do than with her absolute favorite toy of all, the alphabet blocks? They could build all sorts of things together, far more than what Diamond could hope to accomplish on her own.

So the rich filly scooped up as many blocks as her hooves could hold and carried them towards Randolph, who had set the tray aside for later. As she did she swore she felt a faint funny feeling in her stomach, almost like a rumbling sensation. But she dismissed it, it was probably just gas. “I made sure to use the potty before I came home.” She thought to herself and so she pushed the odd sensation to the back of her mind.

Randolph, for his part, was quite surprised to be presented with the alphabet blocks. He was even more surprised by the offer that Diamond made to him. “Daddy pway with me?” She asked in the most foalish tone she could muster up.

The butler didn’t have a will to resist before hoof, and even if he had it would’ve melted away after hearing such a sweet plea. “Sure. I’ll play with you,” He told Diamond as he lowered himself down to her level. “Let’s see what sort of wonderful block creations we can construct together!”

Foal and caretaker quickly immersed themselves in the building of what was originally just going to be a block tower, but soon evolved into an entire block town hall. They took turns stacking blocks next to or on top of each other, watching as the construction project towered ever higher.

However, as Diamond stacked what was either her fortieth or forty first block (or maybe even her forty second block, she had kind of lost count) the odd sensation from earlier returned and this time it was much stronger. She couldn’t just ignore it like she had before, it was loud and it was quickly evolving into a strong sensation in her lower rear! She knew at once what it meant and her eyes widened with horror!

Without even saying a word Tiara stood up and rushed forward, knocking the collaborative construction project down without fanfare in her mad rush! She fumbled at the door, her concentration divided between the task at hoof and clearly trying to fight what her body wanted more than anything to do!

“Come on, come on!” Diamond grumbled, not really caring that Randolph could hear her or see the beads of sweat as they rolled down her face. It didn’t take her long to open the bedroom door, thankfully she was still in her pjs. So without even a second’s hesitation she rushed out into the hallway, her destination clear in mind!

Randolph followed, picking up a few of the changing supplies in the process while pushing the rest to where they were out of sight.

Diamond cared about nothing else, she just wanted to make it to the bathroom (and the toilet for that matter) in time! It was hard to concentrate on two things at once but she somehow managed, worrying not about who or what might get in her way. She was able to reach the bathroom in what she was sure was record time, and unlike her bedroom door the bathroom door opened without much fuss.

Once inside Tiara locked eyes on the toilet, victory was within reach! But as she took one step forward her body froze and seemed to develop a mind of its own! To her horror she couldn’t bring herself to move at all, even though she was screaming internally “Let me use the bathroom!”

It seemed that her body wouldn’t obey, however. Instead, the pink coated filly felt her tail hike upwards and without fanfare her urge to go faded away as a strong smell of manure began to fill the air. It lasted for less than a minute, but when it was over the filly could do nothing but cry as the tears flowed without end. In this moment she didn’t feel like Diamond Tiara, a rich pony who sometimes acted like a foal. No, she felt like a helpless, stinky little filly who had tried and failed to prove she didn’t need diapers. She hadn’t had an accident like this since she was two and was still learning how to use what the grown-ups called the big pony potty.

Randolph had never been far away from his frantically rushing charge, he arrived in the bathroom not long after she had. He could immediately smell the source of her distress, but considering the many diapers he had changed and the numerous times he’d been instructed to assist the young mistress with her toilet training, it no longer bothered him the way it would others.

He approached his sniffling charge, making sure to close and lock the bathroom door behind her so that no one would intrude. “Diamond Tiara, it is quite alright. Foals sometimes mess themselves without meaning to.”

“But… but… I don’t want to be messy! I’ve never used my diapers for number two!” Tiara protested in between sobs. “No wonder foals cry when they do this, it’s so yucky and messy! If Mother were here now she’d no doubt be furious and insist I change myself, and take care of my dirty diaper too.”

“But Mistress Spoiled isn’t here now, is she?” Randolph explained, to which his charge shook her head. “Then you know there’s no need to get so upset. One stinky accident isn’t going to make me think any less of you or start treating you differently. You obviously weren’t trying to do it in your diaper and not the potty.”

Tiara reluctantly nodded. “Yeah, but I should’ve known. I completely focused on playing and by the time I realized I had to go it was too late.”

The butler simply stroked his charge’s mane with a hoof and spoke softly to her. “Well, now you know for next time not to ignore nature’s call for so long. If you suspect you have to go number two simply inform me, I’ll be glad to seat you on the potty until you’ve done your business,” Then he added. “But for now we had better get you changed out of that dirty diaper, lest you get a rash.”

“You’re… not going to tell anypony about this, right?” Diamond asked the butler. She was pretty sure of the answer but her recent accident had shattered much of her usual confidence.

The old stallion replied with a wink. “Certainly not, my lips are sealed. After all, did I rat you out when you had your other accidents while you were in potty training?”

“No,” Tiara answered. “I didn’t even have to bribe you like I did some of the other hired help.”

“Exactly,” The stallion gingerly noted. “This will be no different. Now let us get you out of that diaper, and then I’ll run you a nice, hot bath.”

“Can… can it be a bubble bath?” Diamond reluctantly inquired, almost ashamed to ask.

“Of course.” Randolph happily replied.

The change itself did not take long at all. Just like before Randolph had soon stripped Diamond to just her diaper and had set her pyjamas aside. With just his bare hooves he undid the tabs on the diaper, not even allowing it to fall to the floor before he was emptying its contents into the toilet and then throwing the old diaper into a bag for disposal later. Then he took some wet wipes and cleaned his charge until there were no traces of her accident. He then flushed the toilet before making sure the diaper was double bagged and could not be seen.

“I’ll take care of the diaper later. For now I’ll start work on that bubble bath I promised you.” Randolph told his charge and leaned over to turn on the faucet, letting the tub slowly fill up with water. While he waited for it to fill up he got the bubble mix out and carefully removed the cap.

Soon a hot, bubbly tub was ready for a now diaperless Diamond Tiara, who climbed into the tub herself and sighed. The bubbly waters really helped her to feel better after her stinky accident. As she relaxed, she turned to Randolph with a sincere smile on her face. “Thank you so much, Randolph. You really didn’t have to do any of this, especially since you’re probably not getting paid.”

“Young Mistress Diamond, money is not as important to me compared to ensuring you are loved and cared for,” Randolph replied as he locked eyes with the filly. “What kind of butler would I be if I wasn’t willing to go above and beyond what is necessary to take care of you? You obviously enjoy this and it makes you feel happy. You needed someone to be a caretaker for you when you want to act out such desires, and in this case it turned out to be me.”

Tiara slowly nodded. “I’m glad it was you. Truth be told I’ve always kind of seen you as more than just a butler, you’re part of my family. In a lot of ways you’ve been more of a parent to me than Mother ever has, and even kind of Father, much as I hate to admit it,” She added. “I mean, think about it. You spent the most time with me as a foal, you put up with all kinds of abuse when I was as horrible as my mother, and you’ve endured so many docked and garnished paychecks to stay with me. I couldn’t have asked for a better pony than you to know my secret.”

Randolph’s heart melted upon hearing that admittance. He’d always suspected his bond with the young heir to the family legacy was deeper than it was with other hired hooves, but to hear an actual confirmation of it from Diamond was sweet all the same.

When the bath eventually drew to a close, Randolph helped Tiara out of the tub and dried her off. Then he left to take care of the remaining evidence of her accident, making sure his charge did not leave the bathroom without him.

Randolph returned a short time later, picking up Diamond with one hoof and her pjs with another. He carried both back to Tiara’s bedroom where he yet again locked the door, and proceeded to diaper and powder her once again. After which he helped her into her pyjamas, and popped the pacifier into her mouth. He smiled as he held her in his hooves, rocking her back and forth just like he used to do. “The young mistress is so adorable when she’s in this precious state,” He thought to himself. “But I wonder if she might like a playmate? These old bones can only keep up to a certain extent, and all little ones need someone on their level. But would any of her friends be understanding about this?”

Well, those were thoughts for another time and another place. In the meantime, Randolph was more than happy to have his little Diamond all to himself. He wouldn’t trade her for all the money and riches in Equestria.

This week had been one of the greatest for Little Diamond Tiara. Before she wasn’t too certain about herself, or even willing to trust anypony with the knowledge of her being into this stuff. But Randolph seemed trustworthy after a while. “If he's trustworthy, I wonder If my friends would support me too? Like the Crusaders?” Diamond Tiara thought. Though that still left the question of how to tell them, and how to do so without exposing her secret to her parents (or at least her mother. Filthy at least might be understanding with time).