Baby Bloom

by Strip Tease

Rating: mature
Tags: Fetish, Discord, Slice of Life, Mrs. Cake, Apple Bloom, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Length: 4788

Discord Mentally Regresses Apple Bloom into a foal

After overhearing a comment Apple Bloom makes to her fellow CMC about how embarrassing babies are, Discord decides to give her some perspective, by making her act like a foal all day in front of all of Ponyville. In the end she must make a choice: Return to being a big pony, or accept a foal like state of bliss.

This story contains mental regression, hypnosis, diaper wetting and messing, and breast feeding.

Art by: scribe-feather

Published 2020-10-23 07:20:01 UTC
Last updated 2020-10-23 07:20:01 UTC

A New Subconscious

It was another beautiful day in Ponyville as the Cutie Mark Crusaders made their way down the street toward Sugarcube Corner.

The three young mares talked idly about their day in class, a spring in their step as they went.

“Did any of you understand today’s calculus lesson? It went right over my head.” Said Scootaloo to her two friends.

“I got most of it, but some of it was still really hard.” Said Sweetie Belle.

“I’m sure we’ll figure it out when we work on it back at the clubhouse.” Said Apple Bloom, ever the optimist.

The girls walked in the front door of the shop and made their way to the counter, placing their order before grabbing a spot at their usual table in the corner.

The shop was just starting to get busy, with most ponies either getting done school or work and beginning to run their errands.

Fluttershy and Discord sat at one table enjoying tea and cookies, while Pinkie Pie sat in the corner of the bakery with the cake twins, keeping them entertained while their parents tended the bakery.

Trying was a better word for it as the twins seemed to be rather fussy today; wailing for a reason Pinkie was trying in vain to figure out.

Apple Bloom looked over at the scene and sighed.

“Can they be any more embarrassing?” Said Apple Bloom.

“We were that age once too you know. It’s just natural for foals to cry.” Said Sweetie Belle.

“Yeah. Not like they can help it.” Said Scootaloo.

“I’m just saying it’s disturbing to everypony else. Not to mention Pinkie having to try and calm them down.” Said Apple Bloom.

“Well, what do you think she should do?” Asked Scootaloo.

“I don’t know. Just saying it’s a shame foals can’t grow up quick is all.” Said Apple Bloom.

The delivery of their order brought the conversation to a halt as the girls took their milkshakes and each took a sip before turning their conversation toward a different subject.

A table away though a certain draconequus was mulling over the crusaders conversation.

If there was anything Discord had learned from Fluttershy since becoming her friend, it was that every creature had a purpose and mattered, no matter how big or small.

And here Apple Bloom was criticizing the little ponies when they couldn’t even form the words to defend themselves?

He felt that maybe Apple Bloom could use some perspective on the matter, and he was just the mischievous creature to do it.

Hours later, Luna’s night had fallen over Ponyville.

Most ponies were asleep, and this included the Apple Family.

Their farm remained quiet, with even the animals a million miles away in dream land.

Unseen to any creature was Discord, soaring through the air invisible to any prying eyes as he darted past each second story window of the farm house until he found Apple Bloom snoozing inside.

Using his magical powers, he fazed through the wall and into the young mare’s room, floating over to her side.

Taking his one magically charged finger, he lightly pressed it against Apple Bloom’s forehead.

In an instant, she rose from her bed, a blank expression on her face.

She looked groggy, almost like she was sleeping but with her eyes open.

“Hello Apple Bloom. Don’t be alarmed. I’m not here to harm you. I just think you need a little education on a subject you seem to not understand very well. Would you like that?” Asked Discord.

Apple Bloom nodded, compelled to by whatever magic Discord had cast on her.

“I want you to forget about the future, focus on right now, how relaxed you are. We’re gonna adjust some things in your head a little. You'll still be you, just without your intelligence and knowledge for a little while. It'll be nice not to have any worries or problems won't it?

Now, I want you to picture a box. You can see this box in your mind, it's a magical box. Anything inside it is safe as long as it’s there, waiting to be opened again. Now, we're going to put everything in that box that makes you a big pony okay? I want you to put in all your school education, everything you learned in school, Preschool, Kindergarten, even at nursery school. Now in goes the alphabet, numbers, and words, good. You're doing very well. Now put in all your fears, worries, and all your inhibitions, every last one of them. Good, very good. That must feel so nice. Now put all the names of everypony you know in there. Good.

Now I want you to picture another box, but this one is sealed on top and has a slot to put things in. Let's think of things foals do to put in here. What are some things foals do?"

"Drool." Blurted Apple Bloom.

"Good Apple Bloom, they drool, so we’ll drop that in the box.

Let's see, they also like to get messy don't they? That goes in there.

And they use diapers for poop and pee, so that goes in there too. They even like how their dirty diapers squish and mash against them a lot of the time so that goes in there.

Babies babble and coo and they giggle a lot right? So in they go too.

Anything else? What are some things you’ve seen foals do?" Apple Bloom couldn't help but answer.

"Wear embarrassing cloths."

Discord couldn’t help but smile.

"Very good Apple Bloom, so the desire to wear frilly and embarrassing cloths goes in the box. Oh and of course they like to put things in their mouth, their hooves, toys, and other stuff too, all that goes in.

Okay now Apple Bloom, here's what’s going to happen.

Right now the box with all your big pony things is open, so you can use them all. The box with the foal things is sealed. But in a minute something is going to happen to change that. I’m going to snap my fingers and when that happens, the top on the foal box will burst open, and a new subconscious will take control that will have all the traits and behaviors that we put in there.

Then, the top will drop on and seal the big pony box and all that stuff in there will be you, closed away for safe-keeping and watching the new foal you in control. You’ll just be a happy little foal, who loves acting babyish and silly for everypony to see. I imagine it’ll be quite a sight to behold. Are you ready Apple Bloom?”

She nodded, unable to do otherwise.

With that, Discord snapped his fingers with a loud snap that echoed throughout the room.

For a moment, it seemed like it had no effect, but then a faint thought inside Apple Bloom’s slumbering mind thought how silly it would to act just like a little baby.

And then she felt the most amazing pop in her ears, like a massive change in air pressure. She suddenly realized she couldn't think straight. She had no idea what she was just thinking and she couldn't seem to string together a coherent thought. It was such a strange and sudden feeling. She looked all around the room trying to focus her thoughts, trying to figure out was going on. But she couldn't do it; her mind was a cluttered mess. She saw a creature she didn’t recognize beckoning down at her. That made her feel really nice actually, really nice! She liked that. She liked the attention. It was all she could focus on now. She looked up and saw the creature putting hoovies in his mouth. Maybe she could do that. She tried, it was hard, but then… Mmmmmmmm, yummy. She feels all airy in her head now, but the hoovies are fun and she feels so silly and happy. The creature facing her smiled, clapping his hands. He all smilie, so Apple Bloom makes smilies too.

Discord looked down at Apple Bloom, smiling dumbly up at him as she sucked on her hind hoof.

As far as Apple Bloom was concerned right now she was just having a weird dream, but come morning she would find that while her adult mind was still hers, her body now belonged to a foal to control as it saw fit.

He chuckled as he made himself vanish, fazing himself back through the wall of the farm house and flying away into the night.

Becoming One

The next morning Apple Bloom awoke to the morning sun shining in through her window.

She threw the covers off her body and stepped out of bed, heading over to her dresser to brush her mane.

Apple Bloom noticed she seemed a bit uneasy on her hooves, more toddling across the floor then walking.

She chalked this up to simply being groggy though as she stopped in front of her dresser.

As she gazed into the mirror, what stared back at her left her in a state of shock.

Staring back at her was what looked like her, but a bit different.

Her chin was covered in spittle that dribbled from her chin. Her eyes were dumb and glassy with her jaw slack and mouth agape.

It was the expression anypony would be familiar as being an at home expression on a foal’s face.

Apple Bloom tried to move her mouth into an expression of disgust but found her face only moving into a goofy smile.

In fact, she found her whole body no longer responded to her commands no matter how hard she tried.

She watched as her body reached out and touched her reflection and giggled, then pushed itself forward and licked the mirror with her tongue.

Apple Bloom quickly realized what she had seen last night was not a dream at all.

Something had given her body to a foal to control!

Apple Bloom could only watch as her body toddled over to her closet and began rummaging inside, digging through things.

Her closet contained a lot cloths she didn’t wear often like dresses, her off season garments, and much of her old cloths and things from when she was younger.

Her body grabbed a box and brought it out into her bedroom.

Written on the box were the words, “Apple Bloom’s stuff. 1-6 months.”

Her body opened the box and looked inside.

In the box were lots of things a young foal would have like clothing, a pacifier, a few simple toys, and even a partially used pack of diapers.

Her body picked up the pacifier and immediately stuck it in her muzzle, suckling it rhythmically.

Her body then grabbed a diaper and two pieces of clothing from box.

Apple Bloom was puzzled as to what her body thought it was going to do with them.

These were sized for a young foal and there was no way she was going to fit in them.

Her body opened the diaper up and laid it flat on the floor, then sat her plot down on top of it.

It then reached around and grabbed her tail and threaded it through the tail hole in the back, taking a few tries before getting it through.

Her body then laid down and brought the diaper front forward before grabbing each side of the garments tapes and fastening them to the diapers front securely.

Apple Bloom could not believe her eyes. She was now wearing the foal diaper around her plot! And it fit perfectly!

There was no way it should’ve been possible, but here she was. Staring at herself wearing her first diaper in over sixteen years.

Her body poked the diaper experimentally, giggling at the crinkles it produced from her touch.

If Apple Bloom’s body had trouble walking before, it was going to have more trouble now.

The diaper had to be four of five inches thick, designed to handle the messiest of messes the big foal could throw at it.

At that moment, Apple Bloom could hear the sound of grunting, which was soon followed by her feeling an icky sensation in the back of her diaper, followed by what sounded like the dribble of liquid.

She was peeing and pooping her diaper!

Soon though her body finished its deed and proceeded to reach for the cloths it had laid on the floor next to it, not at all phased by the wet and mess that was contained in its diaper.

Her body had picked out an outfit the consisted of a skirt and t-shirt, which it began to put on.

It started with the skirt, popping it’s pacifier out and grabbing the garment in its teeth and pulling it up and over its soiled diaper, pressing it’s warm and mushy contents slightly against its body until it rested snuggly around its waist.

It then reached down and placed it’s pacifier back in its mouth before sliding the shirt over its head and onto its torso.

It then stepped up to the mirror, admiring its completed outfit.

Apple Bloom was mortified at what she was wearing.

A droopy diaper that was tinted yellow and brown hung between her legs, her pastel purple skirt much too short to cover her foalish undergarment.

Her shirt was pastel pink and had the words “baby girl” on it in purple letters. It stopped just above her belly button, leaving room to show off her tummy.

Her body just smiled a goofy smile and giggled, very happy with its outfit and began to trot out of Apple Bloom’s room, down the stairs, and toward the front door.

Apple Bloom shrieked in protest, begging her body to stop.

It was bad enough she was seeing herself in such a foalish garb, she didn’t want anypony seeing her like this!

Her cries either fell on deaf ears to the being controlling her or were simply ignored as it continued out the door and began making its way toward town.

Apple Bloom could only watch in horror as her body waddled down the main street of Ponyville.

It was around noon and ponies were bustling about, running errands and grabbing lunch, or at least they were before they saw Apple Bloom.

Ponies watched in shock as the youngest Apple sibling waddled around town, sucking a pacifier and waddling around from the bulk of her used diaper.

She even stopped ever now and again to wet and even mess it a bit every hour or so, pleased with her actions and giggling as she prodded her ever messier diaper.

Ponies weren’t sure what to make of the spectacle.

This couldn’t have to do with her helping somepony get their cutie mark could it?

Was their some kind of evil force at work that had turned her this way?

Was it possible that she was actually enjoying the thrill of acting like a foal in public?

All these thoughts and more filled pony’s heads as they stared slack jawed and bewildered at her foalish and somewhat gross appearance.

Most kept their distance and tried to keep away from her, while others tried to go up to her and figure out if something was wrong.

All they got in response from the crusader though was babbles and coos.

Eventually Apple Bloom made it to the center of town, her diaper now significantly fuller then when she had started her journey.

By this point she was practically sobbing inside her head at the amount of embarrassment she had felt from all of Ponyville seeing her like this.

Even if nopony saw her, they would likely hear about it soon enough.

As she neared the town square, two familiar faces spotted her and trotted over.

“Apple Bloom? What’re you-Ew!” Said Scootaloo, smelling her friend’s messy diaper.

“Apple Bloom what’s wrong? Can you hear me?” Said Sweetie Belle, trying to get through to her friend.

All she got in response was a few giggles in reply from the drooling earth pony.

“This has gotta be some type of magic going on. Can you go get Twilight and Applejack while I keep an eye on her?” Said Sweetie Belle.

“As long as I don’t have to be on diaper duty I’m cool.” Said Scootaloo, getting a bit of an annoyed expression from Sweetie Belle at her lack of concern for her friend’s condition.

Scootaloo took off on her scooter, heading in the direction of Twilight’s castle.

Sweetie Belle did her best to keep Apple Bloom occupied, playing games like peekaboo with the overgrown foal.

Trying to keep her attention though was difficult to say the least.

She kept poking and prodding her wet padding, at times trying to grind her mushy behind against the lamp post, and whenever she tried to waddle away and Sweetie tried to grab her; she got drool all over her coat.

Eventually though Twilight and Scootaloo arrived.

“This is so odd. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever read about before. Let’s get her to the castle while I research this. Can you go let Applejack know what’s going on?” Said Twilight to Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle.

The two nodded. The cared about their friend, but being stuck babysitting was not how they wanted to help.

They both took off on Scootaloo’s scoter in the direction of Sweet Apple Acres.

Twilight concentrated and cast a spell, transporting her and Apple Bloom back to her castle in a flash of purple light.

Apple Bloom could see she was now in a large play pen, a few older looking foal toys were scattered around it, which her body wasted no time in letting her pacifier drop to the ground to shove one in her muzzle to suck on.

“It’s a good thing I still had Spike’s baby toys. You should be safe in here while I try and find a way to turn you back to normal. You have my word Apple Bloom, I will find a cure.” Said Twilight, leaving the room and presumably heading toward the library to start her research.

Apple Bloom just sat and watched as her body continued its foalish activities.

Even if Twilight found a cure, there was no way she could show her face in town again.

She was a literal laughing stock, probably doomed to be teased and ridiculed by everypony in town.

She wished she could make it all just go away.

Suddenly, a familiar face magically appeared in the room that caught her body’s attention.

Levitating just outside the playpen was discord, a wide grin on his face.

He reached his one hand inside the playpen and lightly pressed it against her head.

Apple Bloom was suddenly aware that she had control of her body again.

She immediately spit out the toy and let it fall to the ground.

“Discord? What’s going on? Why did you do this to me?” Said Apple Bloom.

“I overheard your little conversation with your friends yesterday about foals. I thought you could use some experience into how that was like.” Said Discord.

“But you made me humiliate myself! Nopony will ever look at me the same again.” Said Apple Bloom.

“Well I suppose you’re right. Maybe I did go overboard. I’ll tell you what. I’m going to offer you a deal.” Said Discord.

“What kind of deal?” Asked Apple Bloom skeptically.

“Well I could just delete everypony’s memory of today and make it like this never happened, but I don’t think you’ll really learn your lesson about degrading younger ponies if I do. Instead, I think making you forget would be the better option.”

“Come again?” Asked Apple Bloom.

“I can make it so your foal subconscious and your current subconscious are one in the same. In other words, you’d still be acting like a foal, but you’d be happy and content with doing so, and not at all embarrassed about what’s taken place today.” Said Discord with a smile.

“But I wouldn’t be me anymore! I’d just be a mindless foal!” Said Apple Bloom.

“Yes, but at least you wouldn’t have to watch in vain as Baby Bloom continues embarrassing you by acting like a month old foal. It’s your choice Apple Bloom. I’m the only one that can help you. The nature of my magic has remained a mystery for centuries. Not even Celestia can help you.”

Apple Bloom weighed her options.

Was it really worth it to continue watching her body make a spectacle of itself for the rest of her life?

She really didn’t think so. Maybe it would be better to forget.

At least it would be better then living the rest of her days in humiliated agony.

“Ok.” Said Apple Bloom solemnly.

“Ok what?” Said Discord.

“Make me forget. I can’t take it anymore.” Said Apple Bloom.

“Alright my dear. Use your diaper and you’ll get it.” Said Discord.

“What?!?” Replied Apple Bloom.

“If you want to be a foal, I want you to prove it to me.” He said, smiling widely.

Apple Bloom sighed and prepared herself for what she was about to do.

It would be the last thing she’d have the ability to do for a while.

She didn’t even feel like she had to go, but as she concentrated on her body’s functions, she found them opening freely.

She grunted as she pushed more mess into her seemly endless diaper, causing it to droop down to her hooves.

She flooded the front of her diaper too, leaving no area of her diaper white anymore.

As Apple Bloom did this, she was surprised how warm and comfy she felt. The warmth soon spread elsewhere as her head began to feel empty and dumb. Drool began to fall from her muzzle once more as she babbled and cooed incoherently in response to her full and comfy diapee.

She looked up at Discord who was speaking to her, but she found she could only recognize a few odd words; most of it went over her head.

She thought she should say something.

She opened her mouth but no words came to her. She was drawing a total blank. She noticed the toy she had spat out on the floor moments earlier and this ended her struggle for words as she grabbed the toy and shoved it back in her mouth.

She forgot all about her verbal failings as she ran her tongue along the toys plastic surface and her eyes rolled back in her head with ecstasy.

Time lost all meaning for her at that point.

Eventually she lost interest in the toy and let it fall to the floor again.

The creature in front of her was feeling her below her tummy, and saying things about her being a wet filly.

He used a comforting tone that told her she had done something good, though she wasn't sure what.

She remembered she hadn't wanted the toy before, but she couldn't for the life of her remember why.

She felt so absolutely lovely right now even if she wasn't sure where she was or what the creature was saying to her.

She caught most of the words but her mind couldn't quite string them together properly. Some of the words were too big for her and made no sense at all.

The creature took off her skirt. She recognized the light color, but the name escaped her.

It was on the tip of her tongue though. "Brue" maybe, or "Cleen" possibly.

No, she just couldn't recall the color names.

She know the name for the big puffy thingy though, that's a diapee.

Big ponies takes that off and wipe down there. She likes the attention. The creature give Apple Bloom her hoovies to hold and she swing them around and play.

Creature say "Hold still now." but she just wiggle more.

Then the creature show Apple Bloom a pretty thingy that she reach and play with.

It's a fun thing. She chews on it and bangs it on the floor and before she knows it, she's diapered again.

Moments earlier this would have been Apple Bloom's worst nightmare, but as it was she was perfectly content laying on the floor in just a t-shirt, her privates exposed to the world as she was slipped into a new dry diaper under her plot, swinging her long hind legs about in the air.

Soon she had a new diaper on and her skirt slid back over her diapee and around her waist.

“You certainly needed a change after messing all your pesky big mare thoughts out didn’t you?” Said Discord as he magically poofed the dirty diaper and changing supplies away.

Apple Bloom paid him no mind, choosing instead to toddle over to another toy nearby.

Discord watched the big foal with amusement.

He wouldn’t keep Apple Bloom this way forever.

Just a month or so for her to learn a foal’s place and to look at them in a more positive light.

Still though, he had to make sure she was well cared for in her current state, and he had just the idea on how.

With a snap of his fingers the world around him and Apple Bloom began to change in a poof of smoke.

When it cleared, Apple Bloom found herself lying on a pillow, being cradled by a vaguely familiar face. She just couldn’t quite place it.

To any other pony the room Apple Bloom was now in was the nursery inside Sugar Cube corner.

Apple Bloom was being cradled by none other than a Motherly Mrs. Cake, who beamed into her eyes with a warm and caring smile.

Apple Bloom knew who this was now!

It was her Mommy!

She babbled excitedly as she coddled her, giving her kisses and raspberries.

Discord looked on at the scene, invisible to the two ponies.

As far as anypony was concerned, Mrs. Cake had not had twins, but triplets!

Two daughters, Pumpkin and Apple Cake, and a son, Pound Cake.

Pound and Pumpkin were already in their cribs, sleeping soundly.

“Is my little Apple Cake ready for beddy byes? Is she?” Asked Mrs. Cake.

Apple Bloom giggled in response, happy to hear her Mommy’s silly voice.

Mrs. Cake nudged Apple Bloom down between her legs.

There, two fully engorged breasts lay that made Apple Bloom’s mouth drool even more then she had been all day.

She eased herself over to her Mommy’s boobies and latched on, beginning to suckle her warm and delicious milk.

She gulped it down hungrily, not having eaten anything all day.

A normal mare would never have been able to satisfy the appetite of a grown mare like Apple Bloom naturally, but Discord had taken care of that.

Mrs. Cake would produce more than enough for Apple Bloom and the foal’s while she cared for her new child.

Soon though Mrs. Cake’s breasts were empty and Apple Bloom’s tummy was full.

Mrs. Cake nudged her daughter away from her teats and picked her up as she rose from the pillow.

Apple Bloom looked at her vacant and slack jawed, a bit of milk dribbling from her face.

Mrs. Cake dabbed the mess away and placed Apple Bloom over her shoulder, patting her on the back until she burped.

She then brought the overgrown baby over to her crib and tucked her in, pulling the covers over her and kissing her goodnight before pulling up the bars on her crib.

She made her way for the door and turned off the light.

“Pleasant dreams my little angels.” She said as she gently closed the door behind her.

Apple Bloom lay sleepily in her bed.

Her infantile mind told her it was time to sleep, but something was making her not quite comfortable.

Soon cramps and a pleasure on her bladder made itself known to her regressed mind.

Her body instinctually pushed the mess inside her into her diaper, which pressed up against her plot as it mashed against the insides of the garment.

The flood waters opened in front as she flooded the font of the diaper with pee, making it warm and squishy.

Apple Bloom let out a content sigh, wiggling around so she could settle into her warm and squishy diaper, her favorite thing in the whole world to her foalish mind.

Discord looked at the large foal with a satisfied nod.

Apple Bloom would have a positive experience here as she learned the ways of a foal.

Maybe she’d even thank him for the experience afterward.

He phased his way through the wall and made his way into the starry night, happy at his chaotic and meaningful day of work.