Cake Party

With a trail of baby powder following them out, Mrs. Cake led the group back into the kitchen area. Fluttershy straggled behind the group, still trying to get use to the fresh diaper between her legs. The fact that not ten minutes ago, she was carrying around a heavy and wet diaper between her legs like some kind of careless toddler only made the dry diaper feel that much more satisfying. Now she had a fluffy scent to her fur and walked with a subtle bounce. It was like she was floating a little bit. In a funny way, the diaper change, now that she had some time to digest the sensations, was a flattering experience.

Carrot Cake and the other ponies were already hard at work assembling a snacking area, gathering food and drink, cleaning off counter space, and ensuring everypony had a place to sit. A round, stout plastic table was placed in the middle of the area, set with three plastic plates and bulky, brightly colored plasticware. Not five feet away from the table stood three highchairs of various designs, all lined up in a nice neat row.

With the occasional butt pat to encourage the diapered ponies along the way, Mrs. Cake ushered her three charges straight over to the highchairs. Pinkie Pie enthusiastically clambered up into one of the chairs without being told. She opted for the yellow one that was decorated with candy stickers and was strategically the closest to the table where a number of snacks were already being laid out. She wiggled into the inset plastic seat that fit comfortably around the curve of her padded butt, hungrily eyeing the delicious spread of food.

Mcintosh, although quiet and much less enthusiastic about the decision, shyly asked for a highchair as well. However he waited for Mrs. Cake's lead before he even neared the row of chairs. Smiling at the bashful stallion, Mrs. Cake was more than happy to help him into a chair of her choice. Much to Big Mac's embarrassment, she guided him towards the high chair in the middle, a pink one with girly flowers painted all over its plastic face.

Once the two ponies were comfortable, Mrs. Cake helped them into a pair of buckling shoulder straps that hung off the back of the highchairs for added security. The straps clicked with plastic buckles in the front, ensuring a tight fit. Matching plastic trays were then slid into place over the two ponies' laps, locking on either side with the help of metal rails.

“Alright, Fluttershy, up you go!” Mrs. Cake chirped, as she gestured towards the remaining highchair, a blue one with cloud stickers.

Fluttershy’s face flared up as she shrunk back a tiny bit. This whole time she had watched the other two get strapped into adult sized highchairs and at no point did she even think that she'd be joining them. She never imagined she’d be in such a position. To sit there out in the open like that with everypony staring. Could she really let herself become locked in like that?

"B-b-but I..." Fluttershy was lost of words.

"D'aww, are we a little scared of the highchair?" Mrs. Cake cooed with a warm smile, "tell you what, just for you, I won't strap you in. Alright? They're just there to keep someponies from getting into trouble." the older mare threw a glance over at Pinkie and Mcintosh who giggled and blushed respectively. “Now up you go,” she said, extending a helping hoof.

With the caring guidance of Mrs. Cake, Fluttershy felt a little more confident in her choice. She climbed into the highchair’s plastic seat which, given the bulk of her diaper, was actually quite the challenge for the not-so-dexterous pegasus.

Out from a nearby drawer Mrs. Cake pulled three bibs that appeared to be enlarged versions of actual baby bibs. Their designs were soft and pastel, consisting of stitched on patterns and friendly little pictures. Fluttershy was given first pick. Or at least she would have if Mrs. Cake didn’t automatically assume she was much too little to make such big decisions and pick for her instead. She was given a soft pink bib with an adorable repeating bunny pattern running across its surface. Mcintosh had a green one with a big red apple stitched to the front tied around his neck. And lastly Pinkie Pie was given a bright red bib with a big balloon stitched on the front. Although it was a bit difficult to get the bib tied around the bouncing pony’s neck.

Applejack, Carrot Cake, and a third pony - which Fluttershy assumed was Cream Heart - all found their places around the table. The three ponies had sample platters fit for a toddler to eat from, giving them a wide selection of slices of fruit, cuts of carrots and celery, as well as a pile of animal crackers. The three ponies in the highchairs, on the other hand, were given a premade plate of fruit, crackers, and applesauce all served on brightly colored, segmented food trays.

Hungry and hardly able to resist the delicious spread that was laid before her, Pinkie Pie chose to feed herself, albeit messily and without a spoon. She handled the meal like an excitable toddler, using her hooves as an inefficient means to carry the sloppy food into her mouth.

Meanwhile Mrs. Cake took on the task of feeding both Mcintosh and Fluttershy simultaneously. A daunting task to any other pony, it was easily handled by the experienced mother. With the patience of a saint, she scooped mouthful after mouthful of the ponies’ food, shoving it into their mouths only when they were ready for it. Fluttershy was understandably hesitant about being fed in such a way, but Mcintosh as well had to work past some blushing embarrassment to be fed as well.

Fluttershy found the food surprisingly sweet and decadent. Maybe it was the whole experience of being fed from a highchair or maybe Mrs. Cake’s loving hoof added extra sweetness to the food. The fruits tasted fresh while the crackers could have very likely had some frosting on them. Every mouthful made the diapered pegasus feel...tingly. She couldn’t quite describe it. It made her happy, fuzzy, and a little bit squirmy. She was beginning to enjoy herself!

Big Mcintosh, despite his larger stature and perceived maturity, seemed to struggle the most with being fed by somepony else. He spent the entire time hunching so that Mrs. Cake could reach his mouth with her short reach. No matter how careful he tried to be with eating as neatly as possible, the motherly mare seemed to go out of her way to ‘accidentally’ miss his mouth a tiny bit, resulting in a little bit of food not making it in completely. He continued to blush as he fruitlessly craned his head around the spoon.

All the while Pinkie Pie reveled in her delicious meal. In that short amount of time, the cheery pony managed to get her bib almost completely covered in all manners of brightly colored splotches. Her face and hooves were just as messy and was sticky to the touch. Still she continued to eat or, more accurately, play as she worked through her food like a mischievous child. Crumbs and fruit mush covered her food tray as the meal went on.

Suddenly Pinkie Pie’s spirited and hyperactive bouncing grinded to a halt, catching Fluttershy’s attention as she watched her friend from the corner of her eye. She watched as the pink pony began to hunch over in her seat, gripping the edge of her highchair tray with her sticky, food covered hooves. Her eyes slammed shut, her face scrunched up, and for an uncharistic moment, Pinkie fell absolutely silent.

It was difficult to understand what was happening from Fluttershy’s position. Between spoonfuls she could see Pinkie Pie curling up in her seat and leaning forward a tiny bit. The pink pony grew red in the face as she took in large breaths of air. She’d breath in, pull herself forward in her seat, and bear down on her scrunched up body.

After Fluttershy watched for a little bit more, Pinkie Pie’s body language began to look familiar. She recognized the very same body language from when she occasionally babysat the cake twins. But...she couldn’t really be doing...doing that, could she? There was a part of Fluttershy that thought it impossible. Seeing Pinkie Pie in a diaper and acting like a silly foal was one thing, but seeing her do...that? Impossible?

Shamelessly, Pinkie Pie continued to grunt and scrunch up her red face. Once she finished, she returned to playing with her food like nothing had happened. It appeared that whatever happened had passed and that she wouldn’t be telling Mrs. Cake about it any time soon.

Mrs. Cake however, needed no signalling. In fact, once Pinkie Pie finished, the motherly mare was watching from her spot in front of the other two diapered ponies as the pink pony uncoiled her body and slowly leaned back in her seat with a squirming wiggle of her legs. The two seemed to have an understanding. No words were exchanged between the two, only looks. Mrs. Cake started by loudly sniffing the air, following a rather rank smell that permeated past the scent of apples and baby powder. She followed it over to Pinkie who bounced less and wore a giggling, bashful grin. Their eyes met as Pinkie shrunk back in her seat and blushed a deep pink.

Pinkie Pie was then helped out of her highchair as the foul odor followed her. From the back, Fluttershy could easily see a sizable and heavy lump in the back of her friend’s diaper, making her eyes grow wide and her face flare up once she put two and two together.

As if she really needed to, Mrs. Cake pulled out the back of Pinkie’s diaper and peeked inside. “Just as I thought,” she finally announced, letting the elastic waist snap back into place, “we got a stinky bottom here!”

Instead of being embarrassed about soiling herself - or mortified in Fluttershy’s case - Pinkie took it all in stride and beamed proudly at what she had done. She didn’t hide her sagging diaper, she flaunted it and wore it like a badge of honor. There was a spring in her step and she seemed to really enjoy being made a spectacle out of.

“Let’s get your diaper changed, little lady,” Mrs. Cake commanded, patting Pinkie on butt.

Fluttershy looked away from the whole thing before it was too late. It took her a moment or two to realize she had been staring quite intently at Pinkie’s well used diaper through the whole scene that played out in front of her. She gulped hard as her eyes snapped back to her tray of food. From the corner of her eye, Fluttershy watched Mrs. Cake guide Pinkie Pie back to the changing room as the pink pony trotted with an incredibly exaggerated waddle.

“Here, honey, let me help you with that,” a new pony swooped in and grabbed Fluttershy’s spoon, wasting no time at scooping up another helping of apple sauce. The new pony was a tan colored mare with a bronze brown mane. She wore a soft pink diaper around her waist that partially obscured her cutie mark consisting of a baby bottle of milk and a pink heart.

“U-uhm, th-thank you,” Fluttershy shrunk back as her face flared up a deep red. She suddenly lost all of her freshly gained confidence talking to this new pony.

“Oh silly me, my name’s Cream Heart,” the new pony said, holding out a hoof to shake to which Fluttershy so cautiously shook after a few moments of hesitation. “Sometimes I help Mrs. Cake with caretaking duty,“ she continued to explain, “she seems to always have her hooves full with a room full of foals to look after.”

“But you’re wearing a...a diaper,” Fluttershy pointed out.

“Not everypony who wears diapers are babies, Fluttershy,” Cream Hearts winked, “caretakers know how to have fun too! Now be a good girl and open up. Here comes the zeppelin!" she sang as she swooped in with another spoonful of food. Tentatively, Fluttershy opened her mouth and swallowed whatever mixture of applesauce and fruit Cream Heart gave her. "Good girl!" Cream Heart celebrated, scooping up another mouthful of food.

Meanwhile Big Mcintosh was stuck unattended in his chair. His half empty tray of food sat untouched in front of him as he bashfully glanced over to Fluttershy and Cream Heart.

Being the well experienced caretaker that she was, Cream Heart took notice of the shy stallion. “Come on, Little Machy," she said, "you haven't touched your apple sauce."

"B-but Mrs. Cake usually..." Big Mac spoke with a small, shy voice, letting his excuse disappear into a barely audible whisper.

"I know you like being a big baby and letting somepony else feed you, but I'm busy feeding little Fluttershy here," Cream Heart answered, scooping up another helping of food, "can you be a good little colt and show me how a big boy eats?"

Mcintosh shrunk back in his seat, letting out a submitting sigh as he looked down at his tray of food. A half handful of carrot sticks, a small pile of apple sauce, too much to leave on the plate and waste. He knew better than to be so wasteful. So reluctantly, he picked up his big plastic spoon and finished his meal in the most grown up way one could while sitting in a giant high chair while wearing a diaper. He quickly found the bulky spoon quite a chore to handle, often dribbling a tiny bit of food out of his mouth despite his most careful attempts.

"Such a big boy!" Cream Heart exclaimed with a coo when she was there to wipe Mcintosh's face with a dry part of his bib.

Cream Heart sat between the two diapered ponies and helped both of them with their meal, but seemed to focus more of her time on Fluttershy. And despite being meek and shy about the whole thing, Fluttershy warmed up to the new caretaker and began to appreciate the helping hoof. The mare was certainly a qualified and skillful caretaker, juggling the two needy ponies with ease. Whenever Fluttershy was ready for another spoonful of food, Cream Heart was always right there ready for her and when Mcintosh got a little too antsy and fussy in his seat, she was always there to quiet him down and remind him to behave himself.

In the end, Fluttershy was fed her meal with little to no food messing up her bib. Big Mac, on the other hand, had a few near misses while trying to feed himself as neatly as possible. This lead to a few, albeit large and obvious, splotches on his white bib.

“All gone!” Cream Heart chirped, wiping Fluttershy’s muzzle clean with her bib. She then turned to Macintosh who slumped in his seat with embarrassment. “Guess we know who the bigger baby is,” Cream Heart winked, making Fluttershy stifle a little giggle.

As snack time was drawing to a close, the group of ponies slowly gravitated away from the kitchen area and off to the various play stations that were set up in other sections of the room. Fluttershy and Mcintosh, after being thoroughly cleaned up by the maternal Cream Heart, was helped out of their chairs and guided over to a large playmat where a crate of toys waited for them.

"Now you two play nice," Cream Heart said as she gently nudged the two ponies down to the padded ground. "I'm going to go check on Pinkie and Mrs. Cake."