Sprout's Second Chance

Sunny was trying her best to keep her mind on getting the last few pieces of her bed frame attached, she was becoming increasingly worried that the next trickle from her bladder would be the last straw for the soaked diaper taped around her waist.

Every time she glanced over at Pipp and the work being done on her bed, she saw that the pegasus wasn't too far behind. They had matched each other bottle for bottle, and if one of them didn't give in soon, they were certainly going to be in trouble. Not to mention what Zipp and Izzy were going to think.

As if on cue, they heard the front doors open

"We're back. How's our little filly's beds coming along?" Izzy sing-sang as she came through the front door with Zipp, as they carefully pulled a wagon full of cargo into the foyer before unhitching themselves. They went up the right ramp to the second floor, where the communal bedroom was going to be, and saw Sunny and Pipp at work on their incomplete beds.

The eyes of the caretakers quickly fell to their charges' soaked diapers. Izzy came up to Sunny and gave her marefriend's diaper a few light pokes.

"Now I've unicycled a bed frame or two, but you girls couldn't stop for just a minute or two to change each other? You're completely soaked, Sunny!" Izzy chastised, and Sunny blushed in response.

Zipp didn't even have to physically check her younger sister's diaper.

"Piiiip," Zipp began, and the light pink pegasus knew she was in trouble just from Zipp's accusing tone. "Did you not learn your lesson the last time?"

"What? What lesson?" Sunny asked as Izzy went to go get a change of diapers from downstairs.

"Oh, she wanted to test her diaper's capacity, and push it to its limits. What she ended up doing was pushing it past its limits after she went to bed with it on," Zipp told the other padded mare in the room. Pipp's blush deepened. "You should've seen her trek to the laundry room the next morning. 'Maximum sneaky' doesn't even begin to describe it. Now what if you two had leaked? You really think that would be a good idea on our brand new bedroom carpet?"

Even Sunny's eyes widened a bit. Zipp and her chosen words were absolutely perfect at making Pipp feel like a small little filly who had made an irresponsible decision.

"S-Sorry, big sis," Pipp apologized softly as Izzy returned to the second floor with fresh diapers and changing supplies.

Zipp gave a sigh and a soft smile.

"Being a brat always did get you really deep into your little headspace," Zipp told her sister, before leading the two of them over to the changing mat that Izzy had magically brought up. "Alright, lets get the two of you changed so we can finish your beds and get started on mine, Izzy's, and Hitch's."

"Hold up now, Zipp. We can't just pass by an opportunity like this... Not when they're this soaked..." Izzy said, lighting up her horn again, and this time produced an object that Sunny had now become accustomed to; the bulb vibrator. She unraveled the cord, plugged it in, and then magically grabbed the padded pegasi and earth mare and sat them down right across from each other.

"Sunny knows the drill. Pipp, this might be new for you. First one to sparkle wins!"

Izzy dangled the wand bulb side down, nearly touching the ground, then magically shoved their two adult foals forward so their diapers pressed into the vibrating bulb, and their gasps were almost simultaneous.

"First one to sparkle gets changed first!"

Sprout couldn't quite put his hooves on why, but he knew he was still incredibly self-conscious. He hadn't felt like this since his first and second days of this treatment. It was beginning to frustrate him a little bit not being able to get to the bottom of this... Regression. He had accepted this new side of himself for weeks, and Hitch had been in no way judgemental of him wanting to continue indulging in this now that it was no longer a punishment.

So, why was he suddenly feeling embarrassed again like in the early days? It was so bad that he was holding it, and he was shuddering at the thought of having a messy diaper around Hitch. But as he had learned the first time, it was going to be a lost cause eventually, and he was currently afraid that Hitch was going to see the look of strain on his face as he continued holding it in, wondering for a split second if there would be time to sneak away to the bathroom for just a couple minutes. His lunch had settled in his stomach a bit ago, and as he sat across from his best friend setting up more of the Hot Carriage track pieces, he shifted positions, or went back to get more tracks every time he felt a cramp come on, and wanted to hide his expression from Hitch.

"Everything okay, pal? You've been looking a bit uncomfortable ever since we finished lunch. Something not agreeing with you?" Hitch asked as he finished connecting his next track piece.

Sprout took a quiet breath, as he slowly turned back towards Hitch.

"In fact, you look like you have to, well, you know, go," the off-duty sheriff commented.

'Damnit,' Sprout thought to himself.

"Y-yeah..." he admitted. "I guess I'm still a little afraid of being messy around someone new." Sprout's cheeks blushed a bit from saying that directly.

Hitch gave him a soft smile, and got up, coming up to him and put a hoof around him.

"Well, I guess that's sort of understandable. But don't worry, Sprout. I'm not new. This was my idea in the first place, I knew what I was getting into when I offered to foalsit."

Hitch's assurances calmed his nerves just a bit, and Sprout smiled back.

"Now I'm not gonna purposefully embarrass you, buddy. So tell you what, I'm guessing you're going to need a bath shortly, so I'll go get a few things for dinner prepped, then go get a bath ready. You stay here and keep setting track up, and I'll be back in a few minutes, and hopefully by then, you'll have a stinky diaper that needs changing," Hitch told him.

Sprout felt another wave of heat rush to his face as Hitch turned and went to the kitchen, leaving him alone in the den with the track they had already set up. He decided instead of just standing there, waiting for another cramp to come along, he returned his attention to the in-progress track that was currently taking a sharp turn around the coffee table in front of the couch. A minute later, he heard Hitch step out of the kitchen, and heard the bathtub faucet run, just in time for another cramp to hit his bowels, and this time he didn't resist, barely getting one additional track piece assembled before having to focus on the call of nature. He relaxed one moment, and pushed the next, and his excrement exited his body into his already wet diaper, blossoming outward in a spreading warmth.

It felt just a naughty as it had the very first day, his face burned as his diaper continued to fill, and he started to imagine what Hitch would say when he got back from running his bath.

When he gave one last push, he still heard the bath running, so he did his best to return his attention to the totally awesome track that he had been constructing with his friend, wondering how far he would get before Hitch came back, or how close he would get. Would his nose detect what he had done before he was able to turn the corner...?

These quick fantasies only got more defined when he heard the faucet shut off, which meant that his caretaker was no doubt on his way back...