Cake Party

The couple days that followed were, to say the least, incredibly nerve wracking for Fluttershy. Her mind was plagued with worries and anxieties of the coming Saturday. When the day finally did come, she was tense with worry and she had already thought up a dozen what-if scenarios that would end up in complete disaster.

She traveled across town to Sugarcube Corner. On any other day, the place would be a social centerpoint, drawing ponies of all ages to buy and sample the delicious selections of cakes and cookies Mr. and Mrs. Cake had to offer. However today the building looked particularly barren and a sign that said “Closed” hung on the door.

Taking a deep breath, she knocked on the door and stood there to await her fate. Perhaps she had the date wrong? What if the party was someplace else? Maybe she should go home and forget about the whole thing.

Just as she was about to turn around and give up, the front door began to open. Standing before her stood Mrs. Cake, as motherly and supportive as she looked during their little tea date just a few days ago.

“Oh wonderful, you made it!” Mrs. Cake smiled, “come in! Come in!” The motherly mare briskly ushered Fluttershy in, shutting the door behind them. “You’re just in time. The party’s just getting started!”

Once inside, Fluttershy was guided into a side room. From the looks of things, the room was used for extra seating space during the shop’s more busy hours. Upturned chairs hung off small round tables as the bright afternoon light leaked through drawn, checkered curtains.

“Are you excited to meet the others?” Mrs. Cake asked, closing the door behind them for added privacy.

“Uhm...yeah,” Fluttershy answered. Terrified and cautiously optimistic might have been more accurate.

“I just wanted to check with you one last time before you took the plunge. I know things can be nerve wracking for first timers,” Mrs. Cake consoled the pony.

“I s-should be fine,” Fluttershy replied.

“Well then there’s just one more thing, sweet pea,” Mrs. Cake said, wagging a pink diaper in the air, “I can’t have you going in there without a diaper on.”

Fluttershy felt a chill run down her spine as a rush of red filled her cheeks with a burning blush. It was embarrassing to see such a thing. It was exciting to see such a thing. Her mind drowned in conflicting emotions that clambered for dominance. She was amazed to finally be face to face with an actual adult foal diaper, but at the same time she feared even the thought of wearing one in front of Mrs. Cake. She felt fuzzy from gleeful giddiness, but tensed up with cold terror. Struck with awe, but at the same time, sick with worry. Enthusiastic, but nervous.

And to make matters worse, she was expected to wear a diaper in front of a room full of strangers. What if she was the only one wearing a diaper? What if they laughed at her? What if they called her names?

“Fluttershy, listen to me,” Mrs. Cake could see the thoughts rushing through the yellow pony’s mind. She could see the issues she was struggling with. If there was one thing she learned about Fluttershy during their tea time it was how conflicted she was about this whole thing. “There’s nothing to be scared about. I can understand you’re nervous, but trust me when I say you’ll enjoy yourself. The ponies inside are diapered as well and they won’t find it weird if you’re wearing one too.” She lifted Fluttershy’s slumped over head with a guiding hoof. Their eyes met with one another as hers twinkled with trust and sincerity. “I trust everypony attending this party will keep everything a secret and if you ever have any problems you can come and see me, alright?”

The beating in Fluttershy’s chest wouldn’t stop pounding against her chest, but the rhythm of her heart seemed farther away when she looked into Mrs. Cake’s eyes. The maternal mare was always so supportive of her, even when she admitted she liked wearing diapers. At no point in their relationship did the mare betray her trust or mislead her. What she was saying was truthful, Fluttershy understood that.

“O-okay, Mrs. Cake,” Fluttershy finally said with a nod.

“That’s my girl,” Mrs. Cake smiled, “then first things first, you’ll have to lay down on your back.”

With a large towel laid out on the ground, Fluttershy positioned herself squarely in the center of the warm fabric. Her back legs instinctively curled up to her chest in a long forgotten pose from her childhood that seemed like ages ago. She stared up at the ceiling where lights loomed overhead like beacons announcing what was to come. Such a position already felt so compromising.

“Now there are a couple rules I’d like to go over with you before we join the party,” Mrs. Cake started as she shook the diaper open with a wave of her hoof, “like I said, everypony else will be diapered, but we’re still adults here. So there’ll be no bullying, no rough housing, and absolutely no swearing.”

It was easy for Fluttershy to agree with the rules for now. All of them were pretty standard to keep mature ponies civil. She even had a lot of the same rules back at her cottage when dealing with animals and hardly any of them had a problem with upholding to those.

“The bathroom is off limits without adult supervision,” Mrs. Cake continued, lifting Fluttershy up by the ankles to slip the new diaper underneath, ”but you won’t have to worry about any of that. You’ll be using your diapers for all your needs.”

The rule hit Fluttershy just as her bottom lowered onto the open diaper, making a pink blush flood her face. In all this excitement she had completely forgotten that she might end up USING the diapers. There had been many nights where her mind would wander to that fantasy. To wear diapers and use them whenever the need crossed her mind. She didn’t have to think about it. All she had to do was let go and enjoy the comfort and security of a nice warm diaper. The crinkling softness of the diaper suddenly made it so real and exciting!

“I’ll be handling all the diaper changes for everypony, but if you ask extra nicely, somepony else may be able to help you as well,” Mrs. Cake continued, “but you are to never change your own diapers. Got it?”

Fluttershy blushed, but nodded. She felt kind of giddy agreeing to such things. It was like she was willingly giving up a part of her control.

This was actually happening. That much was made clear at this point. As the diaper was slowly pulled up between Fluttershy’s legs, a realization dawned on her that set everything into motion. This was really happening. She was being put into a diaper to play with other ponies in diapers. The very idea made her heartbeat quicken and her feathered wings shiver. She instinctively squeezed her thighs together in eager joy, noticing the diaper crinkling up a storm when she did.

“There we go! All done!” Mrs. Cake announced with a singy-song voice, holding up her forehooves in a bit of silly celebration. “Now you’re all set,” she said as she helped Fluttershy back to her feet, “just remember to come and get me if you need any help.”

Fluttershy only nodded as she felt like she was floating a little bit. The soft plushness that enveloped her waist tingled every inch of her powdered behind, like a fluffy cloud. She was nervous, but even in such a state of anxiety she couldn’t deny the wonderful feeling of finally wearing a diaper. In a way it was liberating to finally do it. All those years she spent dreaming and fantasizing about it she was finally hear, dressed up in a very thick diaper under the trusting care of Mrs. Cake. She was cautiously optimistic about what the future held now.

After the long anticipation, Mrs. Cake finally led Fluttershy into the front room where empty display counters and a cash register station waited, untouched on this quiet day. On any given day during the week this room was usually buzzing with activity as customers came and went, sampling the various sweets and cakes that the store had to offer. Today however it was unusually quiet with the rumblings of talking ponies permeating from the kitchen area that laid beyond. A hanging banner above the door read ‘Welcome Diaper Ponies!’ in fun, bright pink letters.

“Fluttershy?” a bright, cheerful voice exclaimed from across the room, making Fluttershy’s ears perk up with a worried slant. In bounced Pinkie Pie, clad in nothing but a diaper just like Fluttershy’s. ”Mrs. Cake said we had a new padded pony! But I didn’t know it was you! You like wearing diapers too?!”

“I-I was just curious,” Fluttershy shrunk a bit, hiding behind her mane of pink hair, “I never expected to see you here...”

“It was Pinkie Pie’s idea to throw these parties in the first place,” Mrs. Cake chimed in with a chuckle, “the eager filly couldn’t wait to make more friends into diapers as much as she was.” Pinkie beamed at the praise. “I’ll let Pinkie show you around. I’m never too far away if you need anything, alright Fluttershy?”

“Mhmm,” Fluttershy nodded before Mrs. Cake disappeared into the other room.

Pinkie Pie was absolutely ecstatic. “It’s sooo amazing that you like wearing diapers too!” she so loudly exclaimed, ”I always wondered, but never knew for sure!”

Fluttershy’s cheeks wouldn’t stop blushing, but she was happy to hear how enthusiastic Pinkie was about the whole thing. She didn’t laugh or tease like Fluttershy worried, and knowing she wasn’t the only one in diapers certainly made her feel better.

“Oh oh! Let me introduce you!” Pinkie exclaimed with a bounce, ”everyone else will be super duper excited to meet you!” Taking the shy pegasus by the hoof, Pinkie Pie pulled her friend into the other room.

On any typical day, the large tiled room was used as Sugarcube Corner’s kitchen area to bake and cook. However today, the place was completely transformed for the occasion. Kitchen utensils and cooking supplies were put away in tightly locked up cabinets and cupboards. Dangerous equipment was blocked off by large tarps and every window was covered up by foggy paper for added privacy. Any floor space that could was cleared for activities and was already populated with little activity stations like drawing, reading, and playing with age appropriate toys.

“Well let’s see...” Pinkie tapped her chin as she scanned the room. “Obviously you’ve met Mr. Cake. He was one of the first members!” She pointed over to the amber colored pony who wore a set of blue padded baby booties on his feet as well as a thick, white diaper around his waist. “Big Mac’s over there, but he seems to be busy with Mrs. Cake for the moment,” Pinkie Pie continued, now pointing to another part of the room where the big red stallion who appeared to be quietly scolded by Mrs. Cake. Although that was tough to tell from this distance. “Cream Hearts around here somewhere I think...and then...”

“F-Fluttershy?” a voice with an oddly familiar drawl called out from behind the pair, making the two turn around.

Before them stood Applejack clad in a light green, apple printed diaper. Her blonde mane was tied back with red ribbons into a pair of pig tails. She appeared just as awkwardly embarrassed to see Fluttershy as she was.

“O-oh...H-hey...Applejack...” Fluttershy muttered out, blushing as she looked away and fidgeted with her hooves some.

“I never thought you’d be...” Applejack spoke, clearing her throat of frogs as she tried to reorder her thoughts, ”I mean I never really thought about it, but...”

“It’s okay. I’m just here because I was curious,” Fluttershy fibbed, avoiding eye contact with the pony, “MMrs. Cake asked me to come...”

The two fell quiet after that, too awkward in each others company to say anything else. The silence was almost palatable and it took a happy gasp from Pinkie to finally break it.

“Bottles!” Pinkie Pie exclaimed in a fit of inspiration, “you two wait here! I’ll be right back with something to drink!”

The pink pony bounced out of the scene, leaving Fluttershy and Applejack alone in their awkward non-conversation. The two ponies stood awkwardly in each other’s company, hardly gathering the courage to look each other in the eye. For the next long, drawn out minute, the floor seemed to be a more acceptable alternative.

“I-I think I’ll go get something to eat,” Applejack finally broke the stalemate, hardly looking Fluttershy in the eye for more than a few seconds. “kinda hungry, ya know.”

“Yeah, that’s fine,” Fluttershy replied, “uhm, it was nice to see you.”

“Uhm yeah, y-you too,” Applejack said back before breaking away and waddling off.

Fluttershy felt herself shaken a bit off her foundation of calm. She came here nervous, but optimistic, however the chance encounter with Pinkie Pie and Applejack had left her not as sure as herself as Mrs. Cake had made her believe. Still, even then she couldn’t deny the comfort she felt knowing that two of her closest friends were into diapers. It was awkward to find out for sure, but maybe she’d learn to appreciate such a discovery.

“Heeere ya go!” Pinkie came bouncing back, a trio of big plastic bottles filled with milk balancing on her back. “Where did Applejack go?” she asked as she looked around.

“She said she was hungry,” Fluttershy answered, blushing at the size of the baby bottles.

“Hm, well I guess that means more milk for us!” Pinkie exclaimed, handing a bottle off to the blushing pegasus.

“Uhm, thank you,” Fluttershy answered, blushing as she held the bottle in her hooves.

The bottles were made of a thick, clear plastic with freshly warmed milk sloshing inside. Cute little decals of stars and rainbows decorated the outside with a soft nipple capping it off on top.

It took a few tentative minutes before she stopped staring at it, but eventually Fluttershy found the courage in herself to slip the bottle into her mouth to suckle on its rubber nipple. The milk was sweet and surprisingly delicious. She lowered to the ground alongside Pinkie Pie who was already on her back, legs wiggling in the air.

The pink pony seemed to play with the bottle more than anything, occupying her time with idly gumming the nipple while occasionally allowing the succulent milk dribble down her throat.

Nervous or not, Fluttershy was quite thirsty. She found that once she tasted some of the milk, her body didn’t seem to care where the nourishment was coming from. Perhaps the all the anxiety she had felt in anticipation to the party sapped her fluids. She hungerly suckled the milk down to quench her thirst. In record time she finished the bottle of milk. Pinkie Pie was hardly halfway done with hers when Fluttershy dropped the empty bottle off to the side. Finding herself unusually thirsty, she started working on her second bottle.

About half way through the second bottle, Fluttershy realized her eyes were bigger than her stomach. She was thirsty, but found the whole bottle and a half she drank to be sufficient enough. Not to mention she knew she needed to pee and drinking a bunch of milk certainly didn’t help that. She stopped to take a breath and possibly find a place to set the bottle aside for later.

“Mrs. Cake has a strict empty bottle rule,” Pinkie was quick to add, “if you start drinking one, you finish it.”

“B-but if I drink any more I-I might...” Fluttershy started to say before the bottle was popped back into her mouth by a swift moving pink hoof.

“Just relax and finish your bottle,” Pinkie chirped, happily returning to her own bottle. With an unconcerned fall backwards, she plopped back down onto her diapered seat, her bottle held high into the air as she suckled noiseily.

Fluttershy stood awkwardly beside her happy friend. She tried her best not to stare at Pinkie’s diapered butt which, admittingly, made the pink pony look adorable. She then turned her attention to her own bottle that annoyingly didn’t get any emptier in the last three minutes. She knew that if she drank the rest of the milk, she’d have no choice, but to pee in her diaper. If she finished her drink like Mrs. Cake’s rules clearly instructed her yo, she’d be flung face first further into this world of adult babies and diapers.

But she had to face reality. If she wanted to see what it was like then holding off the inevitable wasn’t an option. She had to do it eventually. And besides, Pinkie Pie looked so carefree in her diapers. She was so supportive and cheerful.

And so Fluttershy popped the rubber nipple into her mouth and began suckling down the warm milk. Sure enough her body responded in kind and began warning her of her already straining bladder. That urgency only got stronger and stronger the longer she ignored it. It started as a subtle pressure, then an aching pain, and before long she was wiggling in place all the while balancing the bottle in her mouth. Finally she just couldn't hold it anymore. Against her body's properly trained instincts she stopped dancing and continued sucking on her bottle. Her cheeks flared up a bright red, but she finally submitted, bowing her legs apart.

It started as a tiny leak, but in a short second Fluttershy was peeing into her diaper at full force. She bit down on the rubber nipple as a creeping warmth spread across the midsection of her diaper and leeched its way up both sides of the absorbent material. The diaper subtly swelled around her as it turned yellow and dark.

“Oh Mrs. Cake!” Pinkie called out in a singy song voice, “somepony needs a diapee change!”