Sprout slowly walked down the street towards his house, his legs positively sore from all the work he did today. Right now, he was hoping that his mom wouldn't be too upset with him that he was getting home so late; the sun had set over three hours ago.

Coming up his front walk, he slid his key into the front door, and opened it.

"Mommy, I'm home!" He announced, dropping his saddlebags almost immediately.

"Well, it's about time. I was getting worried," Phyllis greeting, coming out from the kitchen to see her son. "I guess I can reheat your dinner for you."

"Oh, no need, mommy. The construction crew invited me along to dinner after we were done with the shift today, that's the main reason why I'm so late. Apparently they were really impressed with all the work I did today," Spout replied.

"Well, I'm proud of you sugarcube. If you don't need dinner, I suppose we can get you ready for bed. You're probably pretty tired."

Sprout nodded.

"Well, let's start with a bath. You look like you've been working hard all day. Smell like it too," Phyllis commented.

Sprout hadn't noticed throughout the day, but he had indeed worked up a sweat. He followed his mom upstairs to the bathroom, where she began running a hot bath for him. A few minutes later, he stepped in and submerged himself up to his neck. His mom poured a cup of water over his head, soaking his mane, before drizzling shampoo over his head and letting him begin to lather it up.

"So what did you do today?" Phyllis asked as soap suds grew around his mane and ears.

"Mainly did delivery runs with a cart; did almost a dozen trips with lumber and bricks, and helped with unloading. It was up and down Oceanside Road almost all day."

"Well, I'm glad things are going well. I hope Sunny's not stuck in a hotel room for the rest of the year."

Phyllis decided to not tell Sprout about what Sunny had asked about the night before. She was just interested in trying it, after all. If it wasn't for her, she didn't want to out her.

Once Sprout was bathed and dried off, he followed his mom to his bedroom, and climbed up on the changing table. It felt almost routine by now, as a fresh diaper was placed underneath him, and a dusting of foal powder was sprinkled over his nether region before it was brought up between his legs, and fastened around his waist. Once that was done, he hopped off the table, and was helped into his pair of hooved pajamas.

"Alright, sweetheart, Izzy will be back to watch you tomorrow," Phyllis told him as they made their way over to the crib. He climbed in and got under the blanket as he sunk his head into the pillow. "Have a good night's sleep, and I'll see you tomorrow evening."

With that, she kissed him on the forehead, and raised the bars up, before going over the door, shutting off the light, and shut the door nearly all the way.

Laying in his crib in his thick clean diaper and fleece pajamas brought Sprout a new sense of bliss and relaxation. His mind didn't even lean into any lewd thoughts tonight, as he was out like a light almost immediately, after a hard day's work, just mere moments of watching the mobile slowly spin above his crib.

Sprout could honestly get used to 'fluttering' awake like this, after a sound night's sleep, instead of dragging himself to the precinct every morning, groggy and half asleep until he's had a doughnut and a cup of coffee. Izzy was there, bars already lowered, the noise of which was what probably woke him up.

"Rise and shine, Sprouty!" Izzy sing-songed as he rolled over onto his hooves. His diaper was swollen and pressed against his pajamas, and he remembered waking up just long enough to go twice in the night.

"Morning, Izzy. Morning, Sunny," the stallion greeted, seeing the earth mare over by the play pen, smiling gently at him.

Izzy helped him out of his pajamas, revealing his wet diaper, and nudged him up to the changing table, where he laid down on his back. She tore the tapes one by one, got his diaper opened, took a minute to get him wiped down before rollingup the wet diaper and getting it rolled up and tossed in the diaper pail. Quite used to this by now, she got a fresh diaper unfolded and fluffed, lifted up Sprout's bottom half to slide it under him, then quickly powdered him and got it taped up a little tighter than usual, electing to ignore his morning arousal for now, and Sprout decided not to be disappointed by that fact, with Sunny present, but was now wondering if he would have the opportunity to take care of that before tonight.

With his morning change complete, he was helped down off of the table, but Izzy, curiously, did not move once Sprout was on the floor, instead turning her head towards Sunny.

"Alright Sunny, you next! Come on up!" She told the other mare with a smile.

Sprout's ears twitched in surprise, wondering if he had heard correctly. Sure enough, Sunny stepped forward with a light tint in her cheeks, and Sprout could only stand there, eyes wide and dumbfounded as Izzy lifted her up with her magic, laid her down on the changing table, and proceeded to pull a different patterned diaper from her saddlebags by the door, and get it unfolded and underneath her, before likewise giving her a quick sprinkling of foal powder before bringing the front of the diaper up between her legs and got the tapes fastened securely on the front landing zone, before helping her sit up, and let her hop down onto the floor, next to Sprout.

"Alright, with that out of the way, are my big foals ready for breakfast?" Izzy asked, turning to head out into the hall, waving the pair of earth ponies forward to follow her.

Sprout shook himself out of his stupor as he began to walk out of his room next to his friend, their diapers crinkling with every step they took. With a nervous clearing of his throat, he managed to look over to her.

"So, you too?"

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