A New Padded Perception

Thunderlane awoke the next morning feeling well rested.

He went to get out of his bed and found his one hoof had been in his mouth.

This bothered him for only a second though before he placed it back in his mouth.

It tasted good so why would he not put it in his mouth?

As he went to walk downstairs he could feel a slight dampness to his pull-up.

He had wet himself in his sleep.

He went into the bathroom and reached his hoof down to take it off but found himself getting nervous and anxious every time he went to pull it off.

He decided to leave it on for now.

He was going to go into the kitchen and have breakfast but stopped when he got downstairs.

Loads of fun new toys lay everywhere just begging for him to play with them!

He ran over to some blocks in a bin, sitting himself down with a wet squish.

He started building a tower, building it as high as it could go and then knocking it over, giggling at the mess he made.

He then ran over to a stack of children’s books, looking through them at the colorful pages.

Some of the words were a little hard for him, but he was able to figure them out.

After that he found his sippy cup and began to drink from it, sucking the liquid from the end.

It was grape juice! Yummy!

He then made his way to a pile of plush animals, laying them out at a plastic table with a tea set on it and having a pretend tea party.

He acted out little conversations just like he saw big mares do!

By this point a few hours had passed and Thunderlane found his attention pulled away from his tea party to a growing warmth at his waist.

He had wet his pull-up and could feel the warm pee flow into it as the garment swelled to contain the accident.

By the time he was through, he was wet from front to back.

When he’d finished, he went back to his tea party, not minding the warmth one bit as he continued his fun.

A few minutes later though he found himself distracted again.

His pull-up was tenting out just below his tummy, the warm confines of his pull-up exciting the little stallion.

He began to whine loudly.

He was pent up and wanted relief!

His hooves immediately jumped to his pull-up and began to rub his poofy erection.

He began to pant in pleasure at the feeling, enjoying how it made his simple mind feel.

As he stroked himself, his eyes fell to a large stuff bear that lay against the wall.

It was the same size as him, and looked quite inviting.

Thunderlane got up from the chair and quickly waddled over to the bear, his pull-up now so swollen that it spread his legs far apart. The absorbent undies now sagged down to just past his knees.

He lunged at the bear, knocking it over and onto the floor as he gave it a big hug and began humping his crotch against it.

It felt so much better than using his hooves!

He panted as he increased his pace, holding his bear tightly.

His bear was his good friend. He was always fun to hug and hump!

His humping increased faster and faster until he came, moaning loudly as his body clenched and shot stream after stream of his cum into his pull-up.

Thunderlane collapsed against his bear and started to doze off when he noticed a pacifier lying next to it on the floor.

It was pink and purple, with hit cutie mark on it.

He groggily scooped it up with his hoof and placed it in his mouth.

He sucked it rhythmically as he drifted off to sleep, enjoying his new oral fixation.

When Thunderlane awoke from his nap a few hours later, the sun was just beginning to set.

He stood up from the floor and walked over to his sippy cup, letting his pacifier fall from his muzzle onto the floor and began drinking his juice.

He then looked around for something else to play with and found himself unable to decide.

He pouted and whined, not able to make a choice but desperately wanting to satisfy his need to play.

He then spotted a ring stack game out of the corner of his eye.

He loved that game!

He trotted over and dumped the rings off, picking one up in his hoof to start.

He gazed at the plastic ring with curious eyes, then immediately shoved the ring into his mouth.

The smooth surface of the ring felt nice on his tongue and was satisfying to bite down on.

He quickly forgot about his game, content with just sucking on the plastic ring.

Soon the sun was down and the room was now a bit dark.

Thunderlane felt scared.

It was the first time he noticed he was actually alone.

He began to tear up and started wailing loudly!

He didn’t want to be alone! He wanted his Mommy and Daddy.

The little tot didn’t have to cry for very long however.

He heard the familiar sound of a door opening and ran towards it eagerly.

There the zebra stood, trotting toward him.

“Zebwa!” He exclaimed, running toward her and giving her a hug.

Zecora looked at Thunderlane with a knowing smile.

“Seems my little filly enjoyed her day, my commands you did obey.”

Thunderlane nodded.

He had lots of fun playing with his toys!

“Come lay down little one, your fun day is not yet done.”

Thunderlane giggled as he trotted over to an empty spot and laid down on the floor, happy to follow the pretty Zebra’s instructions.

He clapped his hooves and giggled in excitement for the game he thought they were playing.

Zecora reached in her saddlebag and pulled out her crystal, swinging it above Thunderlane who locked onto it instantly.

His mind was practically almost a toddler at this point. She had no need to use the potion to keep him in place when he saw her as a friend.

“Being two you learned it true, but now to one we’re almost done. Walking you no longer do, crawling you will find more true. Rattles, mobiles, and saucers you love, as ponies beam from up above. In place of words you’ll cry and coo, fussy and happy all you do. Cares and worries not on your mind, playing you much better find. Your knowledge now gone down the drain, foalish thoughts now in your brain. As for pull-ups, you’ll no longer wear, potty training foals do not care. Filling you diapers with pee and mess, makes foals feel the very best. It feels so nice just wait and see, when your tush is nice and mushy. Mommy is who foals love the most, to fill that role I will host. I’ll feed you, play with you, and rock you to sleep, I’ll rub your diapers nice and deep. Now it’s time to go to bed, but your first diaper your tail must thread.”

Zecora stomped her hoof, making the changes so and causing the expression on Thunderlane’s face to change slightly.

Where the eyes of a happy toddler once were now sat the vacant expression of a complete baby.

Thunderlane babbled and cooed up at Zecora, drool now running down his chin.

Zecora took Thunderlane’s hind legs and raised them, then pulled off his heavily soaked pull-up and set it aside.

She then pulled a thick diaper out from her saddle bag.

It was two tones of pink, with hearts dotted around it and a big heart on the butt.

The perfect diaper for a big sissy filly like Thunderlane.

She slide the diaper underneath his butt and then coated his crotch and booty in baby powder and rash cream, making the big foal giggle from her touch.

She then brought the front of the diaper forward and tapped it shut; sealing Thunderlane is his first of many diapers he’d be wearing for the foreseeable future.

The big foal poked his thick padding with his hoof curiously, giggling when he found how thick it was.

Zecora then picked the big foal up and carried him on her back up to his room, her strength now increased tenfold thanks to one of her potions.

When she got to Thunderlane’s room she shook her head.

This was no room for a proper foal.

She reached in her saddle bag and took out a vial, taking it and sprinkling the concoction around the room.

Right before her eyes, the room began to change.

The dresser poofed into a changing table sized just for Thunderlane, stocked full of diapers and changing supplies.

His bed poofed into a crib with white bars and pink sheets.

The hardwood floor became carpeted in purple, while his white walls became a soft pink.

His bedside table became a large pillow for his mommy, and his closets contents changed from his usual cloths to lots of frilly and girly shirts, skirts, and dresses.

Pictures were on each wall of full grown baby boy stallions either showing off their poofy butts, their tented pamps, or their erect cocks with a wet diaper underneath them.

Thunderlane beamed and cooed happy from his spot on Zecora’s back.

He loved his pretty new room!

Zecora carried Thunderlane over to his crib and tucked him in, placing his pacifier in his mouth and giving him a kiss on the cheek before turning off the light and leaving the foal to sleep.

Tomorrow was going to be a very big day.