A New Padded Perception

Thunderlane awoke the next morning like all foals do, surrounded by the raised bars of his crib with his diaper on.

The mindless adult foal babbled gibberish as he squirmed in his crib, any knowledge of how to do anything else long gone from his head.

He heard the sound of the door opening and saw a Zebra then staring down at him, who he smiled and beamed up at.

Zecora put the crib bars down and picked Thunderlane up, bringing him over to the large pillow that lay next to his crib and then laying down on it herself.

Zecora then spread her hind legs to reveal her two engorged breasts which Thunderlane began to drool when he caught sight of them.

Zecora nudged him close to her breasts, Thunderlane instinctively locking on to her nipple and nursing from her as milk went down his throat and into his tummy.

From her spot on the pillow Zecora could see the front of Thunderlane’s diaper was tented out and chuckled.

His adult instincts were the only part of his old brain that was still intact, so or course sucking a females boobies would make him excited.

Before long Thunderlane had finished the first breast and moved to the other, draining that one soon too and thus finishing his morning breakfast.

Zecora then picked him up and burped him, carrying him downstairs to play with his toys for a bit while see saw how his regression had progressed.

Thunderlane enjoyed playing with his rattle Zecora had given him, enjoying the sound it made as he shook it.

He moved on to a play mat and batted up at the items that dangled above on his mobile, trying in vain to try and grab one but not really knowing how anymore.

His bladder seemed a lot more active, as Zecora had to change him twice when he got fussy from being in a cold and wet diaper.

She fed him more of her milk at lunch time, which he suckled down eagerly.

Afterword she placed him in a saucer to play with the different toys on it as she tried to think.

Thunderlane had progressed well but the final step had not yet happened.

She was beginning to grow a little impatient with her infantile charge.

There had to be some way to complete the process more quickly.

As she thought about this she spotted Thunderlane’s saddle bag lying on the floor, his Wonderbolt uniform sticking out slightly from it.

She pondered for a moment and smiled. This would do the trick.

She grabbed the uniform out from his bag and laid it out, then grabbed Thunderlane out from his saucer and laid him down on the floor.

She then began to put his uniform on him, guiding his legs into the proper holes and then zipping him in.

The baby Wonderbolt babbled and cooed up at his Mommy, content in his own little world.

She picked him up and carried him up to his room, setting him down again before going over to the window and opening it.

It was now mid afternoon, and ponies were bustling around the streets below.

Zecora then turned her attention back to Thunderlane.

She pulled out her crystal and put the pony under her spell for what she hoped would be the last time.

“Your journey to foalhood you did well, from adulthood you did rebel. But a sissy much more than a colt in pink, makes a pony really think. This final hurdle you do alone, a stallion or sissy filly, the choice your own. If a stallion fly free, if a sissy, mess your diapee.”

Zecora stomped her hoof and a look of knowledge came over Thunderlane’s face.

His knowledge had been restored!

He remembered everything that had happened to him the past few days at the hooves of the zebra.

His cheeks burned red at how embarrassed he was at all his actions.

He couldn’t focus on that now though.

Now he had to make his choice and get his control back.

He toddled forward towards the window, the thick bulk of his diaper making it slightly hard to walk, and jumped out the window and took flight.

As he did do however, he heard a loud rip from behind him.

He looked back to see his diaper bursting through his flight suit, his pink diaper on full display to the ponies looking at him from below.

His cheeks burned red with embarrassment.

How could he ever live this down?

Nopony would ever look at him the same again.

He wouldn’t be Thunderlane the Wonderbolt anymore, he’d be Thunderlane the diaper baby.

He turned back and flew back in his window.

If ponies saw him as a sissy baby, then that was what he was going to be.

As his hooves touched down back inside his bedroom, he got into a squat and pushed.

In no time at all, the seat of his diaper warmed as icky mess coated his butt, flowing out unabated until his bowels were empty.

At the same time, Thunderlane began to feel a warm tingle in his head.

All of a sudden everything seemed like it would be ok as his mind gradually became younger and younger until he once again had the mentality of a one year old foal.

His body also began to change.

His barrel slimed down, becoming thin. His butt began to expand, stretching ever outward until his diaper could barely contained his large behind. His thighs followed suit, giving him a lovely and full bottom half.

His junk inside his diaper began to shrink, decreasing from a big stallions to a little one that looked more at home inside a diaper.

Thunderlane now looked the part of a true sissy diaper slut, his stallion body being the last hurdle he now had surpassed, a new femcolt one taking its place.

Thunderlane’s legs began to buckle, a baby filly not knowing how to stand without help and fell into a heap onto the floor.

His body was feeling an amount of pleasure that it never had before and his now smaller erection was slightly tenting the front of his wet and messy diaper.

Zecora walked over to the little sissy and began to rub his little diapered member, causing Thunderlane to writhe and moan in pleasure below her.

She gradually increased her pace, the large foal bending to her touch until he came hard into his diaper, the only tight confines his sissy cock would ever know.

Thunderlane passed out from the pleasure and laid on the floor, fast asleep with his mouth open.

Zecora reached down grasped a feather from Thunderlane’s wing, plucking it seamlessly as to not wake the little sissy.

“A feather from a sissy foal, happy in their new role.” Said Zecora with a smile, putting the feather into her saddle bag.

She was about to leave when she gazed back at Thunderlane, a goofy smile on the sissy’s face as he slept.

He looked so much happier now then the tired and exhausted pony she had met a couple days ago.

She had planned to turn him back like she had his younger brother, but to do so almost seemed to leave him worse off than he had been before.

She reached into her bag and pulled out a vial, sprinkling the contents on Thunderlane and the floor.

The house and Thunderlane pulsed pink for a moment before returning to normal.

She then stuck the vial back in her bag and took her leave, leaving the house and locking the door behind her.

Her work here was done.

The next morning Rumble made his way toward the home he shared with Thunderlane.

He had a great trip in Cloudsdale visiting his family, but he was happy to be home and to see his brother.

He came to the door of his home and unlocked it, stepping inside.

As he did, his head began to hurt slightly.

This quickly past however and he continued inside, going upstairs and hearing some noise coming from his Brother’s room.

He went in and found a sight he was all too familiar with.

His brother was laid down on the nursing pillow, nursing from his girlfriend and Mommy, Flitter.

“Oh hi Rumble! How was your trip?” Said Flitter, giving the young stallion a hug.

“It was great thanks! How was Thunderlane?” he asked her.

“Oh he was a good little filly like always. Such a cute little guy.” She said as she ruffled his mane.

“That’s good. I just wanted to say hi. I got a lot of unpacking to do.” Said Rumble, heading for the door.

“Alright Rumble. I’ll see you at dinner. Welcome home!” She said as he left, turning her attention back to her foal boyfriend so she could burp him and jerk him off before his nap.

Rumble went into his room and began unpacking.

As far as he was concerned everything was normal.

His brother had decided to become a born again foal not long after they had moved to Ponyville, choosing to regress himself back to the age of one and Flitter graciously deciding to become his Mommy.

She found having a foal to be a much more rewarding experience then having a boyfriend, especially one so cute and frilly as Thunderlane had become.

Rumble had been a bit embarrassed by his brother’s choice at first, but had grown to love the arrangement.

He had full rule of the house and was able to do just about anything he liked when he wanted, plus Flitter was a great roommate and homemaker.

Plus his brother was happy, and that’s what really mattered.

He put his things away and headed out for a bit to see his friends, closing the door behind him gently as not to wake his napping brother.

Everything was right in the world, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.