Sprout's Second Chance

Sprout sat in his crib, a bit uneasily, as he stared at the new face in his bedroom.

"I'm Izzy! Your mom asked me to foalsit you today while she's at work," the unicorn told him as her horn lit up and the side of the crib began to glow pink as she telekinetically grabbed it, and lowered it.

"Uh yeah, one of Sunny's friends, right?" Sprout asked, talking through his nervousness.

Izzy nodded as she turned her magic towards Sprout. The stallion felt a light tingly feeling as he felt himself go weightless and lifted out of the crib, and carried over to the changing table.

'Go down, go down, go down!' he fervently begged his body as his morning erection was currently throbbing in his diaper. He was set down on the table, and Izzy poked at his diaper with an investigative leer on her face.

"Completely dry! So we can just do this..." Izzy said, grabbing the bottle of foal powder and the bottle of mineral oil. Opening both, she magically tugged the front of Sprout's diaper open, the stallion tensed up as she opened both bottles, turning them over, and giving him a quick dust of powder and a dribble of oil, before letting the elasticized waistband snap back. Sprout let out a breath of relief as she didn't seem to notice or care about his involuntary morning arousal.

"There we go! Ready for breakfast?" Izzy asked. Sprout nodded, and prepared to hop down off the table, but was quickly picked up by Izzy's magic. The unicorn sing-sang as she trotted out of the bedroom, with Sprout floating in tow, smelling of fresh foal powder as they went downstairs to the kitchen.

Spout wasn't sure how unicorn horn's worked, but it must not have been too taxing. She was doing it so effortlessly, floating him along just behind her as she almost bounced her way to the kitchen. Just mere minutes into being foalsat, and he felt more little than he had in his entire day yesterday with his mom. The PoneBloks were one thing, but being 'carried' around like this was something else entirely.

He was promptly placed in his high chair and the tray was latched into place.

"So, what would you like for breakfast, little Sprout?" Izzy asked.

Sprout found the question a bit unusual, as he hadn't exactly had a say in what he had ate the past day. He hadn't had a say in anything since this punishment had begun.

'Well, I had oatmeal yesterday morning," Sprout answered, not sure what else to say.

"Alright, strawberry oatmeal it is," Izzy said, having already started to look through the items available in the cupboards, getting out what she needed and got the stovetop burner fired up. A few minutes later after mixing up oats, water, and some fresh fruit, they each had a bowl of fresh oatmeal in front of them; hers on the dining room table, and his on the tray of the high chair. But it wasn't to be like his mom had been feeding him, as both spoons began to glow. They levitated up out of the bowls, and while Izzy's went straight to her mouth, the spoon from his bowl twisted and turned as if it were on some insane roller coaster, though careful to remain face up so its contents didn't spill, before finally doing a final dip into his waiting mouth. Not every bite was playful in this matter, otherwise the oatmeal would have long gone cold in the time it would have taken to feed Sprout.

About halfway through his bowl, as his breakfast began to settle in his stomach, it caused churning further down that let him know that it was time to make more room, and his bladder started to ache. Half-concentrating on the floating spoon, Sprout once again thought of trickling water, and before he knew it, his bladder released, and his diaper began to expand and tint yellow. Izzy wasn't at an angle to tell, as it was adequately concealed below the wooden tray of the high chair, but he was wondering if any change in his expression gave it away. But twenty seconds later, his diaper had gone from dry to absolutely soaked, and there would be no hiding it once the tray was taken away for him to get down.

But the oatmeal was delicious, and the magic was definitely making things more interesting. With the last bite, she took the bowls over to the sink, and filled it with hot soapy water.

"Alright, let's get you down from there," Izzy told him, unlatching the tray, and immediately noticed his diaper. "Uh oh, what do we have here?" She asked, poking at the swollen padding before he could hop down. "Well, that didn't take long. Back on up to the changing table, mister!" She said, in a gentle, but firm tone. With a sigh of resignation, Sprout hopped down, and didn't take more than two steps before she picked him up with her magic, and it was back up the stairs to his bedroom. He was laid down on the padding of the changing table, and the tapes of his diaper were ripped off one by one as she also pulled a fresh diaper from the stacks in the shelves below.

From Sprout's point of view, he might as well have been attached to a magic diapering machine... Which may not have been too far from the truth.

"So, clearly you've done this before..." Sprout said, fighting back the blush in his cheeks as she pulled his diaper open and went right to work cleaning him off.

"Mmhmm. I was commonly hired as a foalsitter back in Bridlewood, but honestly, it wasn't nearly as exciting as this is. Everything back in Bridlewood was always so... Dull. Maybe it'll change now that magic is back! This is simpler with magic, that's for sure," Izzy commented as she finished wiping him down. As she got the soaked diaper rolled up and thrown away, and got the clean one unfolded and slid underneath him.

Sprout's cheeks grew hotter as he felt his erection return from feeling the open air, and knew there would be no hiding it now, and as Izzy floated the bottle of foal powder closer, he saw it begin to sparkle as her magical grip took a gentle hold, and he felt an invisible force slowly slide up and down.

Having not had any release in over two days, he knew that it wouldn't be long at all, and he didn't believe he was getting help with it from a brand new foalsitter.

"Izzy... What are you doing?" He asked nervously as his breaths began to come in shorter bursts.

"Do you want me to stop? It'll be tricky to get this diaper fastened if this thing doesn't shrink, and I know enough about stallions to know that this is the best way to make that happen!" Izzy said.

Sprout felt a light tingling feeling from her magic's hold on his erection, and decided to not answer her question, and merely decided to close his eyes and just let this happen.

"Your mom made it clear that I was to treat you like I would any other foal, and foals have to have all their needs taken care of for them. So this is just one of the needs of a bigger foal!" Izzy reasoned.

He couldn't argue there. What he did have to think about was to hold back or not. If he didn't, it would be over sooner, but if he did, it would feel great, but it would likely make a bigger mess, and then the baby wipes would come out again. The unicorn seemed to know exactly what she was doing, and it was making it that much harder to delay the inevitable.

In the span of less than a minute, he was clenching his eyes shut and squirming on the table, and he felt the dam was about to break, and there was no more holding it back.

"Izzy... I'm... I'm... Ah!" He cried out.

Suddenly, he felt his loins receive a dusting of powder, and felt the magic around his stallionhood dissipate as the diaper was quickly brought up between his legs, and he began to spurt into the clean layers of padding, his eyes nearly rolling back. Izzy's magic held the diaper closed as he twitched in release. Once she saw that he was beginning to shrink and sheathe, she brought the back wings up and taped it closed.

"There's your sparkle! I was wondering when I'd find it. Alright, let's get you down from there and you can show me those PoneBloks over in that playpen."