The next morning Gallus and Sandbar woke up to a king’s feast. High Tide spoiled the two with a big breakfast and all that delicious home cooked food left the pair lounging lethargically in the living room as warm morning light filtered through the curtains.

Sandbar lazily leaned back on the couch. His stomach felt pleasantly heavy from the hearty breakfast and the cushions were the perfect amount of soft and comfortable. He couldn't help but let out a relaxed sigh as he sunk a little deeper into the seat.

Beside him, Gallus sprawled himself out, barely awake. He managed to remain that way well through breakfast and all that heavenly food felt like a delightful dream. He skirted on that lovely edge between coherent awakeness and sluggish food coma.

As the two laid there, slowly digesting the large meal, Sandbar’s parents trotted around the room, gathering bags by the front door. High Tide was the first one to approach the languid pair and broke the quiet, post meal stillness. “Me and your father are taking Coral to a birthday party,” she explained, “we won’t be home until the evening so you two’ll have the house to yourself for the day.”

“No wild parties now,” Beachcomber chuckled, “there’s leftovers in the fridge for ya and if you’re feeling particularly ambitious there’s stuff in there for seafood pasta. Seafood doesn’t get any better than Turtle Beach!”

“Thanks dad, you guys have fun!” Sandbar said.

“You two as well! See you dudes later!” his dad said back as the three made their way out the front door.

There were distant hoofsteps on the front deck, then down the steps, and then...silence. The relaxing peace of an empty house started to settle around the pair as they reclined next to each other.

“So...” Sandbar started after waiting for a few minutes.

Gallus looked up from his spot on the couch. “So...?” he replied.

“We got the place to ourselves.”

“Mhm.”

"The whole house!" Sandbar grinned, "for the whole day!"

"Mhm," was Gallus's response. He failed to see what the big deal about that was.

“Check the green bag,” Sandbar's grin grew wider.

Groaning that he had to YET AGAIN get up from a comfortable lounge, Gallus made his way over to Sandbar’s green bag which he had assumed, up until now, was just filled with some clothes and weekend supplies. He was so foolishly confident in this assumption in fact that he saw nothing wrong with just picking up the bag and opening it. This confidence immediately turned to cold regret as a stack of neatly folded diapers came pouring onto the floor.

“Y-you crazy?!” Gallus squeaked as a blush flared across his face, “wh-what if your parents found out!” He scrambled to gather up the armful of items that laid scattered on the ground.

“Come ooon, I packed the stuff for a situation just like this!”

“Fine,” grumbled Gallus, arms full of diapers, “but you’re getting padded up first, so lay down.”

“Hold on,” Sandbar replied as he quickly repacking the items, “we gotta do this right!”

Taking Gallus by the claw, Sandbar zoomed up the steps and made a beeline for Coral’s nursery. The room was decorated with a lot of sea life and ocean themed items, creating a serene and calming atmosphere. The walls were painted in soft shades of blue and green, and the curtains were made of a sheer, lightweight material that allowed the gentle sea breeze to flow through the room. The crib was adorned with a fluffy white comforter decorated with embroidered starfish and seashells, and a mobile featuring various sea creatures hung above it. The dresser was made of natural wood and had shell-shaped handles on each drawer. On the walls hung beautiful paintings of different ocean scenes, depicting colorful fish, dolphins, and sea turtles. The floor was covered with a plush, ocean-blue rug, and a cozy rocking chair was placed close to the crib, perfect for late-night feedings and cuddles.

“Your sister’s nursery?” Gallus said, paying the most attention to the little wooden rocking seahorse in the corner which he kind of wished he was small enough to ride. “What are we doing in here?”

“We got a proper nursery at our disposal,” Sandbar said, trotting over to the well stocked changing table, “can’t let it go to waste!”

Gallus rolled his eyes at the table. “There’s no way either of us are gonna fit on that, Bar.”

“I’m not expecting us to,” Sandbar replied, picking up a container off one of the changing table’s shelves, “but if we’re gonna diaper up, we’re gonna use this.”

“Baby powder? Why? We’re not even gonna be wearing that long.”

“Just humor me. Please?” Sandbar said as he pulled out a towel from his bag and laid it on the floor. Once it was all smoothed out he rolled onto it and laid on his back.

Rolling his eyes, Gallus gathered the usual diaper changing supplies. He grabbed a white diaper from the bag, the baby powder that Sandbar just HAD to have and, as an afterthought, he even grabbed the container of wipes off of the changing table in case Sandbar decided he wanted to try that as well.

Kneeling beside the giddy pony, Gallus started the diaper change by popping open the tub of wipes. The soothing sea breeze scent wafted into the air as he extracted a wipe. Sandbar shivered a tiny bit at the cold wipes, but did nothing else except giggle to himself and squirm. It seemed that Gallus’s instincts were right. The big baby pony wanted as much of the baby treatment as he could manage. Sandbar would try sleeping in the crib if he could fit.

As he unfolded the diaper and slid it under the eager stallion, filling the stillness in the room with its loud crinkling, Gallus shook his head and smirked at the whole thing. Maybe sleeping in a crib wasn’t such a bad thing. It did look comfy and having those barred walls around the bed seemed...safer in a way. You wouldn’t have to worry about any pillows falling out. And you wouldn’t have to worry about getting up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom because...well, diapers. Maybe he wouldn’t mind spending the night in a crib as well. Maybe more than just one night...maybe he’d replace his bed with a crib and spend EVERY night in it.

“Don’t forget the baby powder!” Sandbar’s voice chimed in, snapping Gallus out of his daydreaming.

“Powder, right,” Gallus rolled his eyes and picked up the container. The smell of the baby powder made Gallus’s feathers quiver. “O-oh...” was all he could manage to say as his claws instinctively curled up around the powder container. The slight pressure caused another puff of powder to be squeezed out, teasing the griffin’s nostrils again.

“Little hatchy likes his baby powder!” Sandbar cooed from his spot on the floor.

“I don’t!” squeaked Gallus, immediately clearing his throat and trying again with a slightly more confident, “I-I don’t. It’s just...stupid powder.”

“Well whatever. Just remember that I need powdering first!”

Gulping, Gallus recomposed himself as he sprinkled the powder Sandbar’s crotch as quickly as possible. He tried not to breathe, lest the smell trigger him further down a blushing road of soft embarrassment. He did have to admit, Sandbar looked pretty cute laying on his back like that, diaper open under him, his crotch covered in a thin layer of white powder. However the longer he stared the more he worried he might accidentally smell the baby powder so he quickly put the bottle down and pulled the diaper up between Sandbar’s legs. It wasn’t until the end of the diaper change when Sandbar was standing up did Gallus dare breathe again.

Sandbar waddled off to the closet’s full body mirror to admire his diaper’s fit. “Not bad,” he smirked as he wiggled his diapered rump at his reflection, “you’re getting good at this!”

“I’ve had a lot of practice,” Gallus replied passively as he stared at Sandbar's swaying butt for a moment longer than he'd planned, laying back on the towel, “now you gotta change me!” He tried to not look too excited about all this. It would have made him look too vulnerable or...silly.

After modeling in front of his reflection for a few more minutes, Sandbar eventually toddled his way back to Gallus and went right to work.

He decided not to torture the blushing griffin any more then he had to and moved through the diaper change at a...reasonably accelerated pace. To return the favor, he even used the scented wipes as well. The wipes masked and muddled any masculine scents that Gallus might have had. That, coupled with a generous amount of baby powder, just about squashed any chance that Gallus would smell like anything other than a big diapered hatchy.

Heh. A big diapered hatchy. Oh how he wished Gallus was just a toddling griffin, completely dependent on his diapers. How he wished Gallus would helplessly fill his diapers up all the time and beg him to change him. Sandbar would change him, of course, but only when HE decided the diaper was full enough.

He imagined changing Gallus on the floor of the nursery, just like this, while the little hatchling squirmed and whined about how full his diapers were. He imagined the smell of dirty diapers hanging heavy in the air and how warm his diapers would get after filling it up. How pent up Gallus would get having his diapers rubbing against him all day. He’d be aching for attention, his cock as hard and as throbbing as it could be once released from his dirty diaper. And it’d all be up to Sandbar on whether he’d get attention or if the stiff thing would be wrapped back up in a diaper for later. It was Sandbar’s decision.

Sandbar smiled to himself as all these fantasies danced around in his head. His diaper tightened the more he thought about Gallus being his cute hatchy self. The diaper change, so routine at this point, took a momentary back seat to the daydreaming and without realizing it he started to hum a playful tune his mom would hum whenever she changed him as a foal.

Gallus tried his best not to get too lost in the ever growing cloud of powder that surrounded him. He tried not to breathe too much or too hard and any breath he did let slip, quivering as he could smell nothing but powder every time. It was all his mind could focus on right now. That stupid babyish scent that stupidly made his stupid cheeks blush all stupidly.

Sandbar, being the empathetic pony he was, picked up on this and decided to sprinkle more of the white powder on Gallus's chest, rubbing it into the griffin's feathers. The griffin groaned as his concentration was ruined by the tummy rubs.

"Little baby hatchy," Sandbar smirked.

Gallus tried to reply with some sort of "don't call me that", but what ended up coming out was a high pitched whine instead. He was too flustered to respond with words and was forced to cover his face as he started to blush uncontrollably while his cock started to stiffen among the baby powder.

And there it was. For a moment, Sandbar saw a tiny glimpse of that cute little hatchling he longed for Gallus to be. A cute, helpless, diaper dependent little thing who toddled around in his cute little diapers, filling them up without a care in the world. The vulnerability was just so...adorable. So adorable in fact that Sandbar's cock couldn't help but grow a bit stiffer in its diapered confines.

He finished the diaper change as the griffin covered his burning face, punctuating the end of the change with a little peck on Gallus’s forehead.

“All nice and dry, powder butt,” Sandbar said softly in Gallus’s blushing ear. And then, because it just felt like the natural thing to do, he gave his forehead a quick kiss. A little kissy for his good little hatchling.

For the moment Gallus laid there in a daze, doped up with tingly feelings. His face felt hot. Hotter than he ever felt it before. He felt embarrassed. Humiliated, even. And yet...it didn't feel bad. He did nothing to stop Sandbar from getting him all flustered or applying the powder or even giving him a cute nickname. If anything, he encouraged it. And even worse, he LIKED it!

Gallus wasn’t sure why, but the way Sandbar treated him, it felt...

Suddenly a brightly colored beach ball rolled into view, bumping into Gallus’s daydreaming body. He looked up and spotted Sandbar on the other side of the room, smiling giddily.

“Alright, I’m up,” Gallus rolled his eyes, sitting up and bumping the ball back to the diapered stallion.

Stopping it with a hoof, Sandbar bopped it right back. And then, pausing first to raise an eyebrow at the silly pony, Gallus rolled it back. Back and forth the ball glided across the floor, hopping a tiny bit as its near weightless mass ramped over any minute wrinkle in the rug.

"This is stupid," Gallus was quick to declare with deflating boredom after the tenth or so rebound.

“You wanna try playing with something else?!” Sandbar asked brightly.

Gallus scanned the room. All around them laid scattered a smattering of toys fit for a foal. Stuffed marine animals, puzzles and blocks made of bulky chunks of plastic, sensory toys. Colorful, eye catching toys that were meant to grab the attention of a bright eyed foal. None of them caught the griffin’s eye.

“You want to...play?” Gallus said puzzled, “...why?”

Sandbar just shrugged, “I can just read you a story if you think these toys are too big for you.”

For a reason Gallus was too embarrassed to admit outloud, he felt his cheeks flare up at the mere suggestion of having a story read to him like some kind of hatchling. He hastily tried to change the subject. “F-fine! I’ll play with the stupid toys!”

Grabbing for the nearest toy, he plopped down on the padded playmat and tried his best to...play with it. The toy was a padded block with tags sticking up off its edges and had a heavy bell inside that clanked and jingled every time it moved. Gallus found the pastel pink and green thing, like many things when he was too stoic to enjoy them, stupid and a waste of time. What was the point of it?

Still... it did seem to make Sandbar happy that he was there. The stallion seemed so excited to have someone else to play with. Maybe all these toys weren't so stupid after all. Gallus hesitated for a moment, then allowed a small, hesitant smile to tug at the corners of his beak. If indulging in a little playtime with these seemingly silly toys brought joy to Sandbar, maybe there was merit in setting aside his gruff exterior...if only for a moment maybe.

So he tried another toy, hoping that it would somehow magically make sense. He picked up a toy boat made of brightly colored hunks of plastic. The pink and purple toy felt so foreign in his talons. He examined it inquisitively as he rotated it in his claws. He wasn’t really sure what to do with it at first. Was the boat supposed to...DO something? Was he supposed to do something?

He tried again, this time grabbing for a soft seagull plushie with big floppy wings. The stuffed toy was a fluffy thing with rounded and simplified features to give it a friendlier appearance. It also looked very huggable - if Gallus ever thought to think in that way. However, much like all the other toys, this one just sort of...sat there in his claws, doing nothing as usual.

Maybe he was approaching this all wrong. What would Sandbar expect him to accomplish from all this stupid playing? The seagull needed a name, right?...Percy. If Gallus had to give the toy a name - and only if he absolutely HAD to name the plushie for some desperate reason - Percy seemed fitting. And what else? What else would Sandbar expect from him? Well he'd probably ask Gallus some stupid question like "what does Percy like to do for fun?" or like “what music does Percy listen to?”

And those stupid questions were obviously stupid, but like...again, if he was forced to decide, Gallus would probably say that Percy liked to...he liked to chase waves as they lapped up and down the beach. And...he liked to...draw funny pictures in the sand with his claws. And he probably liked flying a lot too!

Meanwhile Sandbar...well it didn't look like Sandbar was making much progress either. He sat beside Gallus, fumbling with a pile of hoof sized foam blocks. He spent the first few minutes just shuffling the pile around, pushing the brightly colored blocks into smaller piles and then pushing them back into one big pile.

Then he started idly stacking the blocks on top of each other. Nothing resembling structure at first, just loose and mixmatched towers of varying height. There was no rhyme or reason to his stacking, he just sort of...stacked. Then he got more creative with the towers, swapping out structurally sound squares and rectangles for more fun shaped triangles and polygons. He even managed to include a cylinder in there once and awhile.

Before long, he was waddling around the play area, setting up walls and buildings in a spread out cityscape. The buildings were often fragile and fell over all the time, but part of the fun was building them up again, this time with a different combination of brightly colored blocks.

Every now and then he’d pause, sometimes in thought, sometimes to throw a glance over in Gallus’s direction, who was starting to enjoy himself. Occasionally the stoic and hardened griffin would be caught smiling goofily at the seagull plushie he was playing with so much which made Sandbar smile as well. During those brief slip ups, he resembled the cute little griffin Sandbar had so often fantasized about. He felt proud of Gallus for feeding his inner child and excited to finally have a playmate so open to trying the things he liked.

The two diaper butts stayed like that for about another hour. Periodically Gallus would help build a block tower or Sandbar would grab a plushie from the outskirts of their play area so that Gallus’s seagull wasn’t lonely. They both gradually sunk into the rhythm of play. The initially foreign toys began to feel more familiar as time went on.

By the end of it, Sandbar stood up to stretch his legs. “Alright, powder butt,” he announced, ”let's go get something to eat!”

“Yeah sure,” Gallus replied, with a surprising amount of reluctance in his voice. He didn’t fully realize it then, but he was actually starting to have fun.

He looked down at the stuffed seagull plush, now sitting comfortably in his lap as a constant playmate. Percy probably liked to eat food as much as he did, but he figured it'd be best to leave the plushie here. With that same strange reluctance slowing down his actions, he perched Percy atop a stout block tower before standing up. His legs, tingly with a half asleep tingle, took a moment to remember how to stand.

Already he felt...a coldness cloud his chest. Not a wintery chill, but more like the lack of warmth. Like his heart had gotten used to a nice fuzzy sweater around it and was suddenly stripped of it. He threw a glance over at Percy and had to fight the urge to snatch him up and give him an apologetic hug for abandoning him like this. But that was something Sandbar would probably do, but not him! No, that would have just been...s-stupid...

He looked up just in time to watch Sandbar’s eager butt waddling out of the room. The stallion’s padded behind was looking particularly yellower than it was before. The tingly warmth in his chest seemed to transfer its way to his cheeks as he followed.

The kitchen was open and airy, featuring granite countertops, modern appliances, and white cabinets that contrasted beautifully with the soft coastal colors. A large window over the sink framed a picturesque view of the sandy backyard, where a wooden deck stretched out toward the ocean.

It was also a well stocked kitchen which became all the more apparent as Sandbar started waddling around the room, gathering ingredients. From the various cupboards and the fridge, he grabbed spices and vegetables and dry pasta, arranging them near cutting boards and bowls. Sandbar's mom was even nice enough to make sure the fridge was stocked up with plenty of cloud tonics and it was a generosity that the pair happily took advantage of.

Gallus helped out where he could, cutting up vegetables and setting the table, but overall Sandbar had the cooking thing covered. The pony so naturally moved from station to station, easily whipping up a dish that smelled delicious. And his crinkly diaper butt rustled every step of the way.

So when he had done what he could, Gallus grabbed an icy cold tonic from the fridge and plopped his padded butt at the table and watched Sandbar go. As he waited, he got hungrier and as he watched Sandbar’s padded - albeit a tiny bit soggy - diaper butt move about the kitchen, intrusive thoughts started to wiggle their way in. If he looked at the situation from a certain angle, it was sort of like...a little hatchling waiting for daddy to make dinner for him. He was kind of missing Percy though.

Suddenly a dish slid in front of him, cutting his trail of thought short. Steaming in of him was a bowl of perfectly cooked noodles with expertly cut vegetables all tastefully coated in a finely crafted, buttery smooth sauce. It was well seasoned too, with various spices and herbs mixed in with not one over powering the main dish.

It looked delicious! It looked mouth wateringly good! It looked...

“What is it?” the culinarily stunted Gallus finally said.

“Seafood pasta,” Sandbar replied as he took his seat, “traditional dish we have around here. Everyone does it a little different, but this is an old family recipe. Dad always says you can’t get any better seafood than from Turtle Beach.”

Gallus started eating about halfway through the explanation. The nuances of varying seafood pasta recipes didn’t really matter because he was so hungry. He was about four bites in before Sandbar smiled.

“How is it?” Sandbar asked.

Gallus struggled a bit, trying to answer midbite. “Oh! Delicious!” he replied, inadvertently dribbling some sauce down his front.

Sandbar chuckled, “maybe we should get you a bib.”

Had he not been so hungry, Gallus might have replied with some snarky or sarcastic comment. But with a beak full of food, all he could manage was a smiling scoff and roll of his eyes. Maybe even a bit of a blush too.

The first sauce dribbling was certainly a mess and by the end of it he half wondered if he should have worn a bib afterall. He wasn’t going to, obviously. Bibs were something little hatchlings wore because they played with their food more than ate it. And, obviously, Gallus wasn’t playing with his food so he wasn’t a hatchling who needed a bib. But then again...he was wearing a diaper, something he sometimes forgot about. Maybe if he asked extra nicely Sandbar would get him a bib...

Once they were finished, they lingered at the table for a relaxing sobremesa. Gallus was finishing off his third cloud tonic of the evening when he looked up at Sandbar who had been unusually quiet these past couple of minutes. He glanced across the table to find Sandbar staring off into space.

“...Sandbar?”

Only the stallion didn’t respond. He instead kept his eyes partly closed, leaning forward ever so slightly as he appeared to be concentrating on something. Any experienced mother or babysitter would recognize that pose right away. It was the same posture any potty training toddler made after they resigned from using the potty that day and opted for the more convenient diaper taped around his waist. He stayed that way for a moment or two longer, sighing softly to himself as if to make it impossible to think he was doing anything else.

“Wh-what?” Sandbar finally asked with a chuckle as his diaper soaked up the rest of the urine.

Gallus blinked. “You just...look cute is all,” he said as he looked away, “relaxed and...well, cute...”

“You gonna...go too?” Sandbar asked, trying his best not to sound incredibly excited about the question.

“Y-yeah yeah...sure, I just...” Gallus said as he shifted in his seat, ”I just gotta...”

Sandbar leaned forward in anticipation as Gallus got into position. He resisted the urge to dive under the table to get front row seats of the cute griffin peeing his diapers. That would have probably scared him off. He knew he was already asking a lot of Gallus to pee himself right there, but he had noticed how much easier it was getting to convince him to do those things. Not too long ago, Gallus would have been caught dead in a diaper, but now...now he was practically a good little hatchy already.

While he watched Gallus pee himself - acquiring the same half-lidded, spaced out expression as him - Sandbar noted the pressure growing deep in his gut. It appeared that High Tide’s healthy and hearty breakfast was just now working its way down and the delicious pasta only agitated this.

“Say uhm...have you ever thought about...” Sandbar started with a stammer. The kind of stammer he always got when he wanted to bring up something delicate or embarrassing, ”I-I mean when you put on a...a diaper, have you ever thought about...doing more than just wetting?...Like...messing?”

Author's Note

The block stacking scene was inspired from an experience I had when I spent the weekend over an APDL caretaker’s house. She had a full fledged nursery with a crib and highchair and I was excited to finally experience those things, but I was also incredibly nervous. New person, a new place, plus this new person was gonna change my diapers which will always be a blushy and tense situation.

Anyway, as a sort of ice breaker, shortly after I was changed into my first diaper, she pulled out a tub of building blocks and we sat in the middle of the nursery playing with them as we made small talk. It was nice to have an approachable activity to settle in on before we got into the more “intense” activities we had planned. It was just talking while idly building towers with the small wooden blocks until it all collapsed and we built the tower all over again. Certainly helped calm things down.