That night, Fluttershy's dreams were made of sunshine. Or at least it certainly felt that way to the flutter hearted pony. All throughout the night she dreamed of soft and comforting things that made her heart glow with a warmth that she hadn’t realized she had been longing for her whole life. If she had to guess, it was because of the comforting environment she knew she was laying in in the waking world. She knew that she was safe there so she was safe to dream these soft and delicate dreams.

She dreamed about a lot of things, but each time the scene changed or whichever direction the little stories would go, it always transitioned calmly and seamlessly. One moment she floated through the halls of a pastel colored castle made of sparkling pink and green and blue clouds. In another she'd be walking through open fields of twinkling golden grain. But she was never frightened by the change. She never felt scared or afraid. She was safe and warm.

When morning finally came, a lingering, fuzzy sensation glowed inside her chest. Still bundled up in the warm cluster of blankets, Fluttershy was almost too comfortable to move. She took several moments to finally stir from her restful slumber, only opening her eyes long after she became aware of her waking body. The smell of floral fragrance and baby powder welcomed her as she ever so slowly opened her eyes to the blue morning sun.

The sunlight lit up the room around her, allowing her to fully take in her surroundings. The walls were painted a calming dark blue which only made the room feel softer. A soft yellow dresser could be seen not too far away from where she laid as well as a bookshelf and box of toys. What caught her eye the most was the large changing table that hugged the leftmost wall, a sight she almost couldn’t believe. It was a full blown changing table with diapers and everything! Without even realizing it, she had spent the night in an actual nursery! It was almost enough to make her breath quiver like last night.

As she looked around her immediate surroundings, she was quick to notice none other than Big Mcintosh sleeping soundly beside her. His large, muscular frame lit up in the morning light, allowing Fluttershy to see every gentle breath the slumbering stallion took. He looked like a big red teddy bear sleeping so soundly. She thought she could easily spend the entire morning snuggling up with such a huggable plushie.

The sunlight also illuminated Mcintosh’s diaper which she paid extra close attention to. In a way, the extra fluffy bulk around the stallion’s waist made him look cuter and...hotter. It appeared dry, disappointingly so. For a fleeting moment, Fluttershy fantasized about Mcintosh being a bedwetter and waking up every morning in soaked padding. She imagined the big stallion waking up with a whimper, crying for his mommy as his diapers drooped all the way to his knees from a night time’s worth of accidents. It was enough to make her sigh longingly.

It took every ounce of rational thought for her not to start poking and rubbing Big Mac’s thickly diapered rump. Her morning arousal screamed at her and begged for even a little touch, but her natural shyness and meekness kept her from getting carried away. Because what if he woke up? What if she was breaking some unwritten rule? What if Mcintosh told Mrs. Cake about it and Mrs. Cake had Fluttershy kicked out onto the streets?! No, for now, Fluttershy had to stick to her wits.

Minutes later, Mcintosh began to stir. Fluttershy immediately snapped her limbs close to her body in a rigid attempt to appear as natural of a sleeping position as possible. The stallion groaned as he rolled onto his back, stretching every limb high up into the air as he let out this cutest little squeak before letting them drop back down to his sides. He rubbed his face, squeezed his eyes, and finally squinted at the morning sun with a yawn.

Fluttershy dared not move a muscle. As Mcintosh shifted and stretched, she remained rigid and on her back, staring up at the ceiling trying to figure out when was the best time to let him know she was awake as well. Even as he started to move about in his half of the crib, she tried her best to remain still. It wasn’t until Mcintosh decided to take this moment to adjust the front of his diaper uncomfortably that he finally noticed Fluttershy beside him.

"G-g'mornin'," the big stallion so bashfully said.

"Good morning," Fluttershy replied.

"Uhm...how d’ya sleep?"

"I...actually slept really well," Fluttershy replied, yawning cutely as she rubbed a tired eye.

"Good, uh...me too," Big Mac answered, "slept like a baby." He nervously chuckled.

"Heh, y-yeah..."

There was a long moment of silence as the two bashful ponies timidly avoided making eye contact. Eventually Big Mac broke the stillness by reaching out through the crib bars and grabbing something shiny from the nearby dresser.

“Listen uhm," he started to say, "M-Mrs. Cake wanted you ta have this.” He handed off a small metal key dangling on a red ribbon, “it’s the key to uhm...mah cage...”

"Oh," Fluttershy replied, accepting the gift with a unique mixture of shock, second hand embarrassment, excitement, and playful lust. She thoughtfully dwelled, if only for a moment, on the importance of being somepony's keyholder. She recognized how much of a big responsibility this was. To hold onto such a little item meant so much to those who put so much trust in one another. It was thrilling!...It was nerve wracking. It made her eager to fill the day with as many games as possible!

"So i-if ya ev’r think that ah uhm...earned it," Big Mac so bashfully explained, avoiding any direct references to his chastity, "Ah'd ‘preciate being unlocked..."

"Oh..."

"B-but a-ah'm not askin’ you now!" he quickly stammered out. "'Uhm...good colts don't ask to be unlocked,'" he parroted a well rehearsed rule that Mrs. Cake must have gone through great lengths to teach him.

Fluttershy let out an involuntary "aww," before she caught herself and stammered something else, "u-uhm, well thank you for...this. I-I’ll keep it safe, don't worry." For safekeeping, Fluttershy tied the long ribbon around her neck so that the key hung like a necklace. This way she wouldn't lose it and, more deviously, it helped Mcintosh remember what power the yellow pegasus had over him.

"Good morning, sweet rolls," Mrs. Cake entered the room with a singy sing voice.

Pinkie bounced excitedly in the other crib, peeking over the bars with a giddy smile. “Good morning Mrs. Cake!” she cheered. Even in the morning, the pink pony had this spry energy in her with hardly an ounce of the morning sluggishness the other two diaper ponies had. It was tough to figure out whether she had just woken up or she had been up this whole time.

Mrs. Cake tended to the chipper pink pony first and lowered the crib’s side to let her out. “Another wet night by the looks of things,” the motherly mare tsked, “just look at that soggy little thing!” Pinkie only playfully giggled as Mrs. Cake called attention to her double diaper that had swollen to a dangerously full state. The whole thing had darkened a deep yellow hue from front to back. It looked like the smallest bit of added wetting would cause the whole thing to burst.

After carefully helping the diapered pony out of the crib, the pair moved over to the changing table. Pinkie had a sort of excitable giddiness to her stride as she waddled her way across the room. She practically bounced her way there, making her heavy diaper slosh noisily in the quiet room. It was a risky game, moving around so much with such a full diaper, but it seemed as if Pinkie enjoyed the riskiness of it all. Fortunately, or supposedly unfortunately in Pinkie’s eyes, Mrs. Cake helped the giddy pony onto the changing table without a single dribble of urine escaping the diaper.

Pinkie Pie looked ecstatic to be laying on the changing table. Fluttershy imagined being changed on the table was a world of difference from a padded mat on the floor. She hoped that she'd have the privilege of being changed there as well in the near future. It couldn't be right now though, since her diaper was currently completely dry and she didn't have the courage to wet herself in front of Mcintosh, but definitely the near future.

"Good morning, you two," Mrs. Cake appeared beside Fluttershy, snapping her out of her thoughtful daze.

"'Mornin’," Mcintosh said with a shy smile.

"G-good morning, Mrs. Cake," Fluttershy added between yawns. She still needed a bit of time before she was fully awake.

“Do you two need a change as well?”

“N-no, M-Mrs. Cake,” Mcintosh stammered, shrinking back with a blush.

“Hmm, I’m still going to have to check your diaper,” Mrs. Cake answered as she lowered the crib's side, “JUST to be sure.”

Despite his meekness, Mcintosh didn't put up any kind of fight as Mrs. Cake reached in to check his diaper. He fussed and fidgeted quietly, but Fluttershy was starting to realize it was all part of the act. He reveled in the fidgety toddler routine and Mrs. Cake was more than happy to oblige. Although his bashfulness around Fluttershy seemed genuine. Like wearing and wetting a diaper in front of her was so much more of a challenge for the stallion.

With his back legs splayed out wide, Mcintosh's pillowy crotch was completely exposed and susceptible to Mrs. Cake's very thorough diaper check. She poked and prodded every inch of his diaper, tugged at it's waistline for snugness and even gave the back a quick pat. The whole routine confirmed that he indeed didn’t need a change.

With a nod of approval, Mrs. Cake's inspection moved seamlessly over to Fluttershy. “And Fluttershy! My, you’re almost as dry as Little Macky here!” Mrs. Cake said as her hoof gave the yellow pony’s diaper front a little poke, “we might have you potty trained soon!”

It was all role play talk to them, but Fluttershy couldn’t help but feel a quiver of giddiness at the thought of potty training play. Rushing to the potty and being praised every time she made it. Gentle assurance when she didn’t. Potty training charts hung on the wall as a constant reminder of her past successes and failures. She was only just getting used to the whole diaper thing and already she could feel her mind fantasizing about this new thing. Another time, she told herself, another time in the near future she hoped.

“Okay, you’re all set. Off to the kitchen, sweet rolls! Off you go!” Mrs. Cake chirped. And with a chorus of crinkles, the group waddled out the door.

The kitchen area on the ground floor had just about returned to its former glory with a majority of the baby stuff put away for another day. Toys were packed away in boxes, painting supplies were cleaned up, and the large banner that greeted Fluttershy at the beginning of it all was rolled up and tucked away in a pile. The only remnant of yesterday's party that Fluttershy could spot was the row of large highchairs sitting against the far wall.

"Gooooood morning, little ponies!" Cream Heart sang from across the room.

The mare was already by the stove, cooking up a storm. The smell of rich buttermilk pancakes and vanilla filled the room. She wore a pink apron around her waist, stained with wayward spots of pancake batter, flour, and what appeared to be brightly colored baby food. Carrot Cake was standing beside her acting as her assistant as she prepared enough food for everypony..

"I'm afraid a lot of the little ones had to go home after having an early breakfast,” Cream Heart added as the group filed into the room, “but that's okay. It just means I have more time to keep an eye on you troublemakers!"

“Well come on, little ones! Into your chairs!” Mrs. Cake chirped as she ushered the group toward the row of highchairs.

"Ou! I'm starving!" Pinkie Pie exclaimed with a happy sproing and was the first one to be seated. The rest of the diapered ponies, including Carrot Cake, were seated and locked into place shortly after, but didn't nearly do it with as much energy. It seemed like Pinkie was the only real morning pony among the group.

In no time at all, plates of fluffy pancakes were passed out and placed on each of the ponies’ feeding trays. Alongside every plate sat a bulky spoon made of a bright colored plastic. Each stack was given a healthy amount of butter on top as well as a generous helping of syrup. The sight of the lovingly made meal made Fluttershy's mouth water.

Mrs. Cake pushed a chair within a hoof’s reach of Big Mcintosh and Carrot Cake and made herself comfortable between the two diapered stallions. She grabbed Mcintosh’s spoon off his tray first, but from where Fluttershy sat, she could hardly see everything that was going on over there.

"B-but ah dun want any special medicine," Mcintosh could be heard whining.

"That's all you're having for breakfast today, Little Macky," Mrs. Cake replied, already scooping up a bite of pancake with the spoon, “be a good boy and eat your food.”

“Special medicine?” Fluttershy asked, her ears perked with curiosity.

“No need to worry your little head about that, Little Shyshy,” Cream Heart chimed in, scooting her seat close to Fluttershy’s highchair, “you’ll be getting some as well!”

Mrs. Cake handed off a plain looking plastic container to Cream Cake and she began to unscrew the lid. The container was no bigger than a pill bottle and contained a small amount of a fine pink powder. She sprinkled the powder onto the top of Fluttershy’s buttery pancakes which quickly dissolved and blended into the syrup.

After a few seconds Cream Heart cut off a chunk of pancake with the spoon. “Open up for me, Shyshy,” Cream Heart cooed, “don’t worry. The medicine isn’t harmful.”

Fluttershy hesitated for a moment, but very quickly warmed up to Cream Heart’s trustful smile. She tentatively opened her mouth and allowed the older mare to feed her the sticky, syrup covered pancake chunk. The pancake had such flavor to it that any reservations she had about the meal quickly evaporated once the other mare had another bite ready for her. It was so delicious!

If she tried chewing very carefully, she could almost taste what she assumed was the added flavor of the medicine powder. The powder faintly tasted like orange juice, but was dull in it’s flavor. The sugary sweetness of the fresh maple syrup almost completely overpowered the medicine’s taste and one would have to really pay attention in order to even notice.

Fluttershy pondered on the strange tasting powder as Cream Heart methodically fed her her pancakes spoonful by spoonful. She wondered what the medicine actually was and why Big Mcintosh was whining about it. Was it a sleep aid? Some kind of painkiller? A special blend to make her mouth numb so she’d be unable to talk and end up drooling like an infant? Her mind conjured up a dozen and half possibilities. Or maybe it was just vitamins and she was over thinking. A healthy precaution Mrs. Cake was taking to make sure the ponies in her care were well fed. But then again...Pinkie Pie and Carrot Cake wasn’t given any...

“I like your little necklace, Fluttershy,” Cream Heart said as she scooped up another bite of pancake.

“I-it was a...present,” Fluttershy meekly answered.

“Well I’ve changed enough diapers to know what lock that key goes to,” the older mare chuckled, “I hope you plan on making him really earn it before you do.”

“E-earn it?”

“Of course, stallions will do just about anything if it means they get their cages off. The longer they wait, the more desperate they get,” Cream Heart then lowered her voice, “and between you and me, sweetie, Little Mcintosh over there has been waiting quite a long time already for his cage to be unlocked.”

“H-he has?”

“Should have seen him last night,” Cream Heart answered, “the naughty diaper butt was fussing and whining and grinding against just about any plushie he could get his hooves on.”

“O-oh,” Fluttershy shrunk back a tiny bit in her seat as she blushed. She figured while she was having fun in the Cakes’ bedroom, Cream Heart must have been tending to the other ponies downstairs, most likely teasing Mcintosh like crazy. She sort of wished that she could have been a fly on the wall for that night. Being able to see what silly games the other diaper ponies got themselves into while she was watching Pinkie and Carrot go at it.

“So I really do hope you make him really earn it,” Cream Heart added, scooping up a fresh pancake chunk, “you’ll think of something, I’m sure. It'll be more fun for the both of you,” Cream Heart winked.

Fluttershy gulped heavily at the idea, but couldn't help giving it some thought. If she played her cards right she could very well have Mcintosh wrapped around her hoof. She could make him do just about anything for her! She could have him crawling around and sucking his hoof. She could even have him groveling like Carrot Cake. Her tummy tingled at the vast amount of possibilities.

Breakfast finished soon after that, with the rest of the meal going on uneventfully. When everypony had their fill, Pinkie, Fluttershy, and Mcintosh were guided into the living where yesterday’s party’s diaper changing station was replaced with a large playpen.

The playpen was a temporary addition to the living space and was large enough to comfortably fit six ponies if there was ever a need for that. The walls were lined with a fabric mesh, just thick enough to keep wandering ponies inside the pen. The floor was lined with a thick, colorful play mat that stood firm underneath a pony’s weight, but still had a little bounce and cushion to it.

"Now play nicely, you three," Mrs. Cake cooed as she handed off a trio of freshly warmed milk bottled, "Cream Heart, Carrot, and I have some cleaning to do around the house. We're a short call away if you need anything!"

And with that, the three diapered ponies were left with their bottles. Pinkie was the first to lose interest in her drink. The toys scattered around the pen seemed much more entertaining than a boring ol' bottle of milk.

Meanwhile Fluttershy quickly suckled on her bottle's nipple. The sugary breakfast had worked up quite a thirst. Although the more she drank, the more she knew she'd have to pee. Especially with her bladder already full from last night. But that thought didn't concern her. A wet diaper wasn't that bad. What did concern her was the loud gurgling starting to emanate from her gut.

“It’s the medicine,” Mcintosh appeared beside her with an understanding look, “the medicine is supposed ta help us...y-you know...go...”

Fluttershy now paid closer attention to her rumbling belly. “I-I wasn’t having any trouble going before,” Fluttershy reasoned, "wh-why would they give that stuff to us?!"

The stallion grew quiet and his face flared up a bright red. "...B-because ah asked them to..." Mcintosh admitted, "b-but a-ah didn't know she'd do it ta you too! Honest!"

Fluttershy peered downward toward her belly that was starting to growl and gurgle more intensely. "H-how long is it going to take?"

"N-not long," Mcintosh replied, “u-uhm...m-my advice...t-try to distract yourself and uhm...just relax...”

Trying her best to take to the recommendation, Fluttershy waddled over to Pinkie Pie who had amassed the majority of the pen toys into an easy to reach pile. The pink pony was more than ecstatic when the other two joined her and happily shared her scavenged spoils. She was more than willing to share her supply of plushies, plastic blocks, and sensory toys.

The toys served as a minor distraction to the impending embarrassment she could feel looming overhead. She tried her best to ignore it all, but there was always that little voice in the back of her head asking “what if?” What if she couldn’t do it? What if her diaper leaked? What if the other two no longer wanted to be her friend after she did do it? What if she couldn’t look her friends in the eye again after she did? It was a thousand questions in her head, every one of them unanswerable until the medicine finally worked it’s magic.

Her bowels quickly grew full and heavy as the minutes ticked by. It wasn't a sickly sensation growing in her gut, but a weighty pressure. No matter how much she tried to distract herself with the colorful toys, her gut would constantly gurgle and groan as if it was begging for attention.

Meanwhile Mcintosh was battling some growing pressures of his own. On one hoof he knew from experience that trying to hold it in would be impossible. He knew eventually he would have to go. But on the other hoof, even Fluttershy could detect an obvious bashfulness on the stallion’s face. He was too shy to do it in front of her.

With all that considered, it was Mcintosh that submitted to the urge first.

A long drawn out groan signaled the stallion's demise as he hunched forward. Toys were abandoned as his head dropped to the ground and his soggy diapered butt rose high into the air. Slamming his eyes shut, he began to grunt. His diaper inflated in the back as a large messy mass was pushed into it.

Fluttershy had very little time to watch. Despite having an ever mounting interest in watching the grown stallion use his diapers, her bowels could no longer hold back the inevitable. Wincing in pain, she hopped up to her feet and in seconds her tail was raised up into the air and she began to squat as well.

With only a little bit of pushing, the mass that built up in her bowels slipped out painlessly and smoothly, filling up her pristinely white diaper. On top of that, her bladder took the opportunity to relax as well and sprayed into the stinky interior of the diaper even as it continued to sag lower with more mush. Before too long, her gut and bladder could finally relax and she was left with a rather weighty and warm diaper hanging off her hips.

She didn’t dare look up from her humiliating position. Her face burned a hot blush as she hid behind her forehooves. Her mind filled with conflicting reactions to the infantile deed, each one more powerful than the last. It was a gross feeling, demeaning, and oddly enough...strangely erotic. Her meek body struggled to make sense of it all. It was humiliating to soil herself in front of others. It was shameful to allow herself to have an accident like a foal. But at the same time...it was incredibly, undeniably arousing!

"Eeew!" Pinkie could be heard giggling, "Mrs. Cake! Mrs. Cake! The babies had an accident! The babies had an accident!"

Minutes later, Mrs. Cake came into the room with a casual trot. “What’s that, Pinkie?” she asked so nonchalantly.

“Fluttershy and Little Macky pooped their diapers!” Pinkie Pie answered with glee as she pointed at the blushing pair. She seamlessly took on the role of an older sister, hellbent to tattle on others.

Mrs. Cake looked over at the other two ponies. Both blushing furiously and shamefully hiding messy diapers behind their tails, Fluttershy and Mcintosh were practically twins from their embarrassed disposition down to their very wet and very full diapers.

"Phew! Looks like I got a pair of stinky diaper butts!" Mrs. Cake theatrically exclaimed, covering her nose with a hoof for added flair, "come on, you two, let's get you changed!"

Carefully and with meticulous hooves, Mrs. Cake helped both ponies out of the playpen one after the other. She paid close attention to the pair’s messy diapers which remained unsquished and untampered with. Less of a mess for her to clean up, Fluttershy assumed. She then guided the two ponies back upstairs where they returned once again to the nursery.

Fluttershy was the first one to be changed and, as careful as before, was helped onto the table with no time spent idling. Being changed on the table really was something else. Having a firm, supportive pad under her made her feel safer in a funny way. Stranger yet, it made her feel smaller. She kinda felt like idly kicking at the air above her or carelessly drooling on her face. There was something magical about the changing table, something that made her want to act even more like a foal.

Next time, she promised herself, next time.

“There’s the little flower butt I remember!” Mrs. Cake finally said, “nice and clean!”

“I-it’s over already?” Fluttershy exclaimed with a squeak, sitting up to find a fresh diaper now taped around her waist. Remnants of baby powder could still be smelt in the air as the crisp, new diaper crinkled loudly with every slight move she made. She had almost forgotten how good a clean diaper felt.

Mrs. Cake just chuckled as she helped the sweet smelling pegasus off the table, “I guess somepony likes getting their diapees changed! But you’re not the only one in dire need of a changie today.”

Fluttershy glanced over at Big Mac who was still waiting patiently by the table. His diaper still sagged well below his tail, in desperate need of a diaper change very very soon. She could keep him in that diaper for a little bit, Fluttershy figured. If she only asked, she was sure Mrs. Cake would forego the needed diaper change just for a little bit. All she had to do was ask! The idea made her gulp. All she had to do was ask...

“Alright, poopy butt!” Mrs. Cake said to Big Mcintosh as she moved back to the changing table. The stallion laid patiently on the table, his swollen diaper bulging out his waist. ”Your turn!”

Fluttershy’s heart began to race. If she was going to do it, she had to do it now!

Author's Note

This chapter reminded me of this one time I was given a diaper change on an adult size changing table in a hotel room. It was during a furry convention and I was hanging out with friends, floating from one hotel room to the next which eventually led us to chilling in a room where someone had brought a big, heavy changing table with optional leg and arm straps. I didn't even know the name of the guy who changed me on that table, but it was sure one heck of an experience! After being changed on beds and floors, having a sturdy, properly leveled table where your legs didn’t hang off the side to be changed on made an incredible difference!

Anyway, don't know if that story should have a life lesson attached to it or not (maybe like "always know the name of the person who’s changing your diaper so you can thank them properly"?), but hope the chapter was worth the wait!