The Scent of Babyality

Twilight sat in her library at a table, trying her hardest to concentrate.

After almost two weeks of research she had made few leads and almost no progress on what was happening to her.

She was now almost completely incontinent, barely noticing when she was going in her diapers until sometimes minutes later.

She had now begun setting a kitchen timer every thirty minutes to check herself as well as to see if she needed to go and try to make it to the bathroom, but had no success thus far.

She had even had to double up, wearing two of the extra absorbent nighttime briefs at a time to hold her large accidents.

It was almost as if her body was mocking her attempts at trying to go to the bathroom like a big pony!

To make matters worse, she found her focus was now hard to keep on her research.

She would be right in the middle of readying a book on obscure curses, only to find herself an hour or so later reading a children’s book, giggling along to the silly characters with her hoof in her mouth.

She was sure this was the magic further affecting her, trying to protect itself and keep her from finding the answer.

She would become upset when she came back from these trances. Thankfully, she had plenty of stuffed toys to hug to help make herself feel better.

It had been another one of her many new purchases as of late.

After her closet had become jam packed with her new cloths, Twilight began buying up other things in the stores she visited.

It had started off with just a few stuffed animals, but had grown to looking like a zoo with the sheer amount of them all in her room and corner of the library.

Of course none could compare to Smarty Pants, her favorite doll from her childhood she had dug out of storage to keep her company.

Other things over time like blocks, toy trains and toy air balloons, and a few other kids’ toys had begun to appear.

Twilight didn’t really know why she was buying them, only feeling a bit more comfortable with these things around her. It made the space feel brighter, happier almost.

She did get annoyed though when she would find herself emerging from her trances playing with them, even though a sense of giddiness and satisfaction seemed to illuminate throughout her when she first came to.

Finding nothing in her current book, she quickly went and grabbed another from the stack, not even realizing it was a picture book until it was too late, her body relaxing into a more comfortable position as she read the story of the pony princess in the tower. Her hoof slid absentmindedly into her muzzle to suckle on, as she became too compelled by the story to notice the cramping in her tummy.