Sprout's Second Chance

Over the next sixty minutes, Sprout had gotten all of his plastic PoneBloks pieces organized and one of the sets put back together. He had forgotten how much fun this was. When he was younger, he had begged his mom for all the different ZUFS sets over the years, before he eventually grew out of them, and they eventually made their way to a dusty corner of a closet.

He was so enamored with getting these old toys put back together that he didn't pay any mind to his bladder requesting release until it became rather distracting. Setting his current set down, he wondered how to go about it, not wanting to do a repeat of late last night. He stood up, careful not to step on any of his organized piles of PoneBlok pieces, and closed his eyes in concentration. He thought of a running faucet... And getting tickled right underneath his forelegs.

That was enough, and his bladder released into his waiting diaper. Since his mind wasn't being mercilessly assaulted by tickling this time around, the sensation was somewhat clearer. His shaft, balls, and coat between his legs felt increasingly moist as the urine spread through his diaper, before being pulled away by the absorbent layers. The flow lasted about twenty seconds before dying down to a trickle, and when he sat back down to resume his building, he immediately noticed how much more swollen and squishy the disposable undergarment had become.

Well, that was admittedly another advantage to wearing something like this; getting up to go to the bathroom would have easily taken twice as long. Here he was, back to playing in half the time. Still, he couldn't imagine getting so used to it that he could go without even stopping what he was doing. But depending on how long his mom was planning on keeping him like this, he might be able to find out.

So he had gotten one of the robot walkers back together, but the zombie mothership, that was likely going to take a few hours. He found the instruction booklets in the bottom of the plastic tub, and was able to get more of them together that way. One down, eight more of varying sizes to go. Then there were the Earth Pony Resistance sets too.

Needless to say, he would be occupied for at least the next two days.

By the time he had the second set put back together, he heard his mom come back into the room and walk over to the playpen.

"And how are we doing in here, sugar cube?" Phyllis asked, reaching down and poking at his diaper.

"Already used it. Well, you're certainly getting used to that faster than I thought you would. Good job, honey. Are you ready for lunch?" She asked.

Sprout hadn't realized how much time had passed, having been so focused on his PoneBloks, but now felt his stomach grumble in hunger. He looked up at his mom and nodded.

"Alright then, come on and eat," Phyllis told him, opening the gate to his playpen.

Setting his current PoneBlok set down, he got to his hooves and walked out of the pen, following his mom out into the hallway and downstairs to the kitchen as his stomach continued to rumble in protest. He found that a bit odd; it hadn't been that long since breakfast.

After climbing into the high chair and getting latched in, Phyllis moved over to the cooking area where she had already been preparing lunch before coming upstairs to get him. He heard her stirring something gooey in the pot, and as his stomach gurgled again, his ears twitched, realizing that it wasn't hunger pangs, but something a little... Lower.

Once again, his years and years of toilet training kicked in, and held off until he found a bathroom, not having gotten used to his situation and accept that he was wearing his bathroom. He focused on not squirming and giving away his predicament to his mother, who returned to the dining room table with two bowls of creamy, steaming macaroni and cheese, with his containing the same rubber-coated spoon from breakfast. Then she went back to the fridge and came back with a cup of milk for her and a sippy cup of apple juice for him. First she took a bite from hers, then scooped up Spout's first bite.

"When we're done with lunch, before you go back up to your room to play, I have something I'd like you to do first, just so you don't go running back up there. You've been having a lot of fun with your old PoneBloks." Phyllis told him as he took his first bite.

As he was spoonfed, the more his stomach was filled, the more his intestines alerted his brain that it was time to make room for more digestion, and his discomfort was easily picked up by his mom.

"I know that look. I'm afraid I'm not gonna be able to run a faucet to help you with that one. Get as comfortable as you can with it, because if you can't give in to the pressure, I've got things I can insert that can make it more of a last cause," Phyllis warned.

Sprout thought it would help if he focused more on how great tasting his lunch was that it would be easier to push the waiting load out, but unfortunately for him, it wasn't going to be that simple. When his mom took a break from feeding him, he took hold of the sippy cup and took a gulp of apple juice before beginning to concentrate. The pressure continued to build as he did his best to pretend that he wasn't sitting in a high chair, but on a toilet in the bathroom.

It worked, and the urge increased tenfold as his tail instinctually lifted up. He placed his front hooves on the tray keeping him in the chair and pushed himself up, lifting his flanks off of the seat just a bit as he flexed his flanks.

It worked, and his eyes widened as the slimy mass started to empty out into his already wet diaper. When it met resistance, it began to spread out. A muffled fart came along with it, the diaper crinkling as it expanded in back. He shuddered as he felt his mess begin to press against the back of his balls, and a second push was all it took to empty himself out, and by the time he was done, his mother had picked up his bowl again, as he remained in his half-seated position.

"Do I have a stinky little colt? I think I do. But we're not done eating. Sit down," she told him.

With the pile of manure now settled into his diaper, he took a quiet breath, and knew there would be no avoiding it now that he had been told his lunch was going to get finished first. He slowly sat back down, and his flanks mashed against his now full diaper, spreading it out even more, and he grimaced at the new sensation.

Then the stench hit his nose.

He fought back tears at the infantile act he had just committed as his mom slipped in another spoonful of macaroni into his mouth, trying desperately to focus on how good the food tasted and not how foul his diaper now smelled. If he believed for a moment that throwing his hooves up and insisting to his mom that he had learned his lesson would get him out of this predicament any faster, he'd have certainly done so, but he knew that was a fruitless endeavor. So bite by bite, he finished his lunch and his cup of apple juice, getting closer to getting out of this filth.

By the time the bowl was empty, the mass in his diaper had gone down to lukewarm, almost matching his body temperature. His mom took the dishes over to the sink and filled the sink with hot water to soak. With that done, she came back over to Sprout's high chair and detached the tray, letting him hop down. When he got into a standing position, the load in his diaper shifted some more, and he had to nearly waddle down the hall and back up the stairs.

"Go in there and wait for me, please," Phyllis told him. He stepped into the bathroom while she went down to his bedroom. She returned a moment later with a pack of baby wipes. She set them down on the floor as she pulled a towel down off of the rack and laid it out on the floor next to the tub.

"Alright, lay down. Let's get you out of that thing before your bath," Phyllis told him.

He did as was requested of him, all to eager to get out of this filthy diaper. Phyllis began running the bathtub faucet, starting to fill the tub with lukewarm water, then turning her attention to Sprout. She tore off the tapes one by one, and opened it up, looking down at what he had done.

"Oh my, quite the stinky colt today..." She said, using the front of the diaper to wipe off as much of the mess from his coat as she could, before taking wipes one by one and getting almost all of the rest of it. With that done, she tested the bathwater, and shut off the faucet. She pulled the messy diaper out from under him, and rolled it up, tossing it in the trash can between the toilet and the sink.

"Okay sugar cube, hop in," She said, pulling him up, and let him climb over the side of the tub into the water.

"Now, since you didn't fuss making a messy diaper, you can bathe yourself," Phyllis said, motioning to the shampoo, and set a washcloth on the side of the tub. "I'll be back to get you in about five minutes."

Left on his own, Sprout momentarily dunked his head under the water, soaking his mane, before grabbing the washcloth and bottle of shampoo and drizzling it over it, before gently massaging it into his coat. He concentrated most on his diaper area, and didn't stop until he felt clean, and then got another drizzle of shampoo and began washing his mane. It was his favorite part of himself, after all.

With that done, he stood up and briefly turned on the shower head, rinsing all the suds off of his body, before shutting it off and shaking himself off, just in time for his mom to come back into the bathroom.

"All done? Let's get you dried off," Phyllis said, grabbing the mane dryer from underneath the sink, and plugged it in. Getting him sufficiently dry took a couple minutes, after which she hung the towels back up and returned the mane dryer to underneath the sink. They went back to his bedroom and without even being told, he got up onto the changing table, and Phyllis grabbed a fresh diaper.

"Just to let you know, Sprout," Phyllis began as she got the diaper unfolded and slid underneath him. "I am going to have to be at work before the crack of dawn tomorrow. So I'm just letting you know that you're not going to be alone here; I'm going to spend the afternoon trying to find you a babysitter."

Sprout's face took on a look of panic.

"Don't worry. I'm going to make absolutely sure that they will be as respectful to you as they would an actual foal. If I absolutely need to, I'll owe a favor to Hitch. So don't worry," Phyllis tried to reassure him as she gave his diaper area a good once over with another baby wipe.

All the reassuring words weren't doing the slightest bit of good. But he wasn't sure he wanted anypony to see him like this. Not even Hitch, who was admittedly a great friend. At the end of all this, he didn't want to have to go back to work and look at Hitch and see the glimmer in his eyes that just screamed 'I've seen you in diapers.'

But unfortunately, he knew that any protest on his part would be fruitless, and would just result in him being over that stool in the corner with the paddle coming down on his flanks. He took a deep breath, trying to keep his emotions under control. As his nether regions were dusted with foal powder and the fresh diaper was brought up between his legs and securely taped around his waist, he felt just a little more at ease.

Whatever would happen would happen, and right now he just wanted to appreciate this clean diaper and get back to his PoneBloks. With the diaper change complete, he sat up and got back down onto the floor, and his mom lead him back over to the playpen.

"Again, don't worry, sugar cube. I will never purposefully humiliate you, and whoever is up for the job will know that too, I promise."

Phyllis kept a close eye on her phone as she got ready for bed. Too much longer, and she was afraid that she was going to have to call Hitch and beg him for a favor. She didn't want Sprout changing himself, or feeding himself; that would really erase the whole point of this punishment. But right now, she was really concerned that she had vastly underestimated what it would take to return her son to an effective foalhood.

But before she got any deeper into her own self-doubt, her phone rang, and she immediately picked it up.

"Hello? Oh, thank you for getting back to me on such short notice... You can? That's incredible. How early can you be here tomorrow morning?"

Sprout slowly returned to the waking world, once again confined in his crib, and felt a small sort of sliminess on the side of his head. He opened his eyes and slowly raised his head, and discovered that he had been drooling onto his pillow.

He stretched out his legs and sat up, and as his vision cleared more, he saw that he was being watched on the other side of the bars of his crib. His eyes widened as he recognized the lilac unicorn with incredibly long cerulean blue mane.

'Oh no...'

She gave him an enthusiastic smile.

"Hi new friend!"