Studying and Relaxing

“Messing?” Gallus repeated with a blush as the pee in his diaper soaked into the padding. “T-the thought had crossed my mind...once or twice.” In truth it had crossed his mind more than once or twice. It only seemed like the next logical step after wearing diapers so many times. He always figured in the back of his mind that it was only a matter of time before he would have to...soil himself. But he couldn’t really, could he? Doing that seemed almost... “What? Like right here? In the kitchen?”

Sandbar bashfully shrugged, “a hatchling wouldn’t know better.”

“O-oh...I-I guess you have a point...” Gallus blushed even harder. A hatchling wouldn’t know any better.

“I-I’ll do it if you do it!” Sandbar quickly said, “I-I mean so you don’t feel left out...”

Gallus blushes heavily, but still had to roll his eyes at this, “yeah alright fine.”

And with that he put down his fork which he had been fiddling with around the same time Sandbar asked him the question. He hopped up to his feet and fidgeted around as he gathered the mental energy to...make a baby of himself.

It was hard for him to forget that he was in the kitchen. But at the same time he also couldn't forget the fact that he was diapered. He remembered what Sandbar said and couldn’t help but agree. He was, afterall, just a little hatchling who didn’t know any better. Bathroom, living room, kitchen, it didn’t matter where he was. He was wearing a diaper and he needed to go potty.

Sandbar too got into position on the opposite side of the dining table. Although he was much more excited to poop himself, even he had trouble overcoming that pestering guilt that he had been conditioned to feel after all those years of using the potty. Despite really really...really REALLY wanting to do it, it was difficult to overcome his body’s natural instinct to hold it in until he could get to a proper toilet.

In the end, after standing there frozen in place, both of them ended up filling their diapers almost simultaneously. Standing around the kitchen table, partially leaning against it, their diapers began to inflate in the back, bulging and sagging with a heavy mess. The two grunted and huffed, legs quivering, and feet digging into the cool tile floor. The unmistakable sound of diapers being filled echoed through the room, followed by a pungent odor that filled the air.

Gallus had to admit, it did make it easier to go knowing that Sandbar was doing the same. Somehow knowing he wasn’t the only one making a mess of things made it easier to tell his body that it was okay to go. It also made it kind of exciting knowing that Sandbar was feeling a similar mushy, warmth tugging down the back of his diaper as he was and that made it feel...pretty arousing if he had to be honest.

For a moment, time seemed to stand still as the two processed what had just occurred. When they weren’t staring into space, taking in the warm mush that now filled their diapers, they were throwing awkward, bashful glances at each other, blushing furiously when their eyes met for a brief moment.

Sandbar was the first to break the silence with a sigh of relief. He looked up to see Gallus bunched up and avoiding eye contact. “Are you...finished?”

“Of course I am,” Gallus said, “now what do we do?”

“How...h-how does it feel?”

“Like I just messed myself in the middle of the kitchen,” Gallus grumped.

“No, come on! You were getting really into it!” Sandbar replied, “how does it feel? Like really?”

“Well...” Gallus took a mental step back. “It’s...” he dwelled on the warmth that emanated from the squishy lump that stuck to his rump, “heavy and...warm.”

“Y-yeah?”

“A-and...doing it wherever was...kinda cool, I guess,” Gallus continued, “felt like...I was getting away with something...naughty...” Why did he admit that?

“Y-yeah? A-and...w-what else?”

“W-well it’s...” Gallus took another mental step back and realized something, “wh-why am I the one answering all these baby questions? YOU’RE diapered too!”

“Y-yeah...I-I...g-guess I am,”Sandbar blushed, “it’s really...” his words trailed off as a hoof found its way to the back of his diaper. He tested the squishy mess with a poke, a prod, and then a firm smushing. It made both him and Gallus shiver with pleasure. And then his back legs gave out, plopping to the tiled floor with a loud squish. “Mushy...” he smiled a huge smile.

Now it was Gallus’s turn to blush. “M-mushy huh?” he replied with a gulp. He couldn’t quite explain it, but watching the pony plop down so haphazardly, landing squarely on his poopy mess made him...very aroused. For a moment he entertained the idea of pressing his beak right up against the stallion’s sagging diaper butt, letting him sit right there on his face so that he could feel the warm, crinkly mass cover his face the same way it hugged his own backside. “W-we sh-should probably change!”

Back in the nursery, the two stood among the toys that laid scattered across the floor. They both looked across the room at the changing table where Sandbar’s bag of diapers waited.

“S-so I-I g-guess we...gotta change now...” Gallus said unenthusiastically.

“Y-yeah...yeah...” Sandbar mumbled in agreement, “g-gotta change...”

Neither of them moved. It was a few more minutes of silence before Gallus spoke up.

“I-I mean if we change now, we’ll just be...changing into another diaper...So really we don’t need to rush things and change immediately...”

“Y-yeah...”

“I-I mean, it’s not...s-super vital that we change RIGHT NOW, right?”

“Yeah...”

Again, another long pause fell over the pair as the stink of their messy diapers lingered behind them. After a little while longer and without saying a word, Sandbar waddled away from Gallus’s side and plopped down on the ground to play with toys.

Gallus blushed as he watched the whole thing, his arousal building as he stared at Sandbar’s sagging diaper sway behind him, only to be squished against the playmat under his weight. He joined moments later, waddling over to the toys and then, rather gingerly sitting down beside him, messy diaper and all.

The two busied themselves with some random toys that sat in a pile in front of them. It was tough to play with the toy boats and stacking rings when the squishy diapers were a constant thought in their minds. It was less about playing and more about staving off the inevitable. They both knew that eventually they’d have to change, but at the same time both of them - for one reason or another - really...didn’t want to do that yet.

Gallus looked over at Sandbar who was staring at him with the biggest of smiles. “Wh-what?” the griffin asked.

“N-nothing, it’s just...it’s starting to smell like a real nursery in here,” Sandbar bashfully smiled.

“Yeah...” Gallus felt a silly smile crack his beak. “J-just...just a couple of diaper babies playing in their...poopy diapers...”

“W-waiting for mommy to come and check them...” Sandbar added.

“A-and...wh-when she does check on them...” Gallus replied as he inched over to the stallion’s side, “she’d probably...check their diapers...l-like this...” He reached out a shaky claw and pressed it against Sandbar’s warm diaper crotch. He could feel the stallion’s member start to stir through the swollen padding. “T-to really give the diapers a thorough check...”

“O-or l-like...this,” Sandbar responded in kind, reaching for the griffin’s crotch and started to rub gentle circles into the squishy, crinkling garment.

“Y-yeah...” Gallus moaned, his arousal building, “their s-stinky...baby diapers...”

“Mmph!”

Words fell to the wayside as the two explored each other’s diapers. The sound of crinkles and squishing filled the room as the two poked and prodded the other’s diapered crotch, both trying to gather the courage to move on. Even while their cocks grew and bulged out the sodden padding, neither of them felt brave enough to venture further.

This changed soon enough when the arousal started filling their bodies. Their rubbings became deep and slower and both of them started to moan and pant shaky breaths. Sandbar leaned in for a kiss. His mind intended for it to be an innocent peck on the cheek, but his body pushed him forward and gave Gallus’s beak a deep, sensual kiss. Gallus, equally as caught up in arousal and lust, didn’t hesitate to reciprocate.

Electrified by the touch, Gallus climbed on top of Sandbar, pushing the stallion onto his back and inadvertently rolling his rump across the poopy mess that filled his diaper. Blocks and toys were cleared away by sweeping limbs as they kissed and moaned while hoof and claw rubbed against each other’s bodies. Their diaper fronts pressed firmly against one another, causing the warm padding to squish. Gallus grinded his tenting diaper front against Sandbar’s, moaning as the heavy mess in his diaper pressed into him with each thrust.

"Th-this is s-so wrong," Gallus sputtered while holding back a moan, "this is your sister's nursery!" The admission of this truth felt like sweet forbidden fruit and made the moment all the more arousing. It felt even more powerful when he realized his body wasn’t slowing down out of guilt. It kept grinding against Sandbar no matter how guilty he felt.

"She's not...u-using it right now," Sandbar grinned with a shiver, “j-just two diaper babies in their thick. Poopy. Diapers!”

Gallus moaned even louder at this, thrusting his padded crotch against Sandbar. His cock throbbed inside the urine soaked diaper and only strained more and more as he thrusted into the stallion.

“My good...l-little hatchy!”

"I-I told you not to...call me that," Gallus said weakly with a bit of a whine as he tried to keep up the rhythm.

"Why not?" Sandbar grinned, "you s-sure smell like...like a hatchy. And that diaper didn't get full all on its own now did it?"

Egged on by Sandbar’s teasings, Gallus’s humping grew in strength, in speed, and in desperation as his cock throbbed inside his diaper, begging for more. Sandbar responded in kind and thrusted his hips upwards into the advancing diaper humps. Each thrust upwards was coupled with an equally sensual mucky mess as he dropped to the ground and pressed the squishy thing against the playmat.

“I-I’m...I-I’m! I’m a good hatchy!” through gritted teeth Gallus shouted the last part as his body tensed one last time.

Like a coiled spring, his strained body convulsed forward and down. He pressed himself against Sandbar, diapered crotch against diapered crotch as his throbbing cock started to spray its load, coating the inside of his diaper with each involuntary thrust of his hips.

Meanwhile, Sandbar, already so dangerously close to a climax of his own, took advantage of the griffin on top of him and pulled him in close. Squeezing their bodies against each other, Sandbar reached his forehooves as low as they could manage to grab hooffuls of the griffin’s diapered rump. Fondling the squishy mass that hugged Gallus’s butt, Sandbar thrusted upwards and finally passed the point of no return, covering his diaper with his own sticky load.

There was heavy moaning, some pathetic little squeaks and grunts, and then finally after the apogee, just panting. For several minutes after that the two just laid there, catching their breath. Gallus rested his head against Sandbar’s heaving chest as he tried to recover the strength in his limbs. Some time passed and nothing happened as their bodies recovered from the orgasmic experience. Some more time passed and Gallus was finally able to slide off of Sandbar, still trying to recover from...all that.

“Okay...” Sandbar panted, “we should...probably...change now...”

“I guess so...” Gallus replied as he rolled onto his back. He was feeling too fuzz-brained to hide the obvious disappointment in his voice.

“I could just...leave you laying here like this,” Sandbar smirked as he stood up on shaky legs, “leave you here for...mom to find you...sure she wouldn’t mind changing your diaper then...”

“Alright alright,” Gallus rolled his eyes, “I’m getting up...” He pulled himself up to his feet while, once again, allowing his mind to fantasize on the stallion’s teasings. Oh if only he could just lay there and let Sandbar’s mom...his mommy...clean him up.

The two waddled out of the room, legs quivering as the blissful afterglow swelled in their chests. They were most certainly overdue for a change. A quick shower would do the trick. Stepping into the bathroom, the chilly tiled floor contrasted wonderfully to their full diapers still pleasantly warm against them.

The bathroom was made up of soft hues of seafoam greens and sandy beiges, reminiscent of the ocean and sun-kissed shores. The walls were adorned with nautical-themed décor, featuring framed seashell prints and whimsical illustrations of sailing ships. Aside from the toilet - which the pair obviously were not going to be using this evening - the bathroom featured a simple, weathered vanity crafted from repurposed driftwood, its surface adorned with jars of homemade candles and bars of handcrafted soap. A decorative seashell-shaped soap dish held fragrant bars of homemade soap, while a collection of candles, also homemade, circled the sink.

The centerpiece of the room was the spacious bathtub, a gleaming porcelain vessel that looked like an excellent place to spend an afternoon soaking in. A collection of mismatched jars and bottles lined the edge of the tub, each containing a homemade concoction of bath salts, essential oils, and dried flowers, ready to infuse the bathwater with natural fragrances and therapeutic properties.

A bath sounded kind of romantic, but without exchanging a word, the pair agreed neither of them had the energy for something so elaborate. A shower would do just fine.

Catching a glimpse of their reflections in the vanity’s mirror, two diaper butts stared back at them. Their diapers were visibly stained a deep brown from front to back and were noticeably bunched up in the front from rigorous movement. The tapes so desperately clung to the material, straining to keep the whole thing together. Even Gallus, who up until this point was still sort of wondering if they had to change RIGHT NOW, had to concede. They needed a change.

Exhausted and still feeling a bit lethargic from their intense diaper grinding, the pair unceremoniously took off their diapers, balling them up as best as they could before placing them aside for later.

Once the shower had properly heated up, the two climbed in and got clean. The warm water felt heavenly. It was a welcomed sensation after waddling around in such full diapers for so long. Both of them could admit, in their own way at least, that there was a unique pleasure in wearing wet and messy diapers, but there was an even more unique pleasure in taking those wet and messy diapers off and getting cleaned up. Sour earthy stenches were replaced by pleasant smells of lavender and peppermint. The sticky muck was washed off with water and the two were starting to feel a little more mature again.

After the relaxing shower, the pair emerged fresh and clean. The diapers laid waiting for them, requiring them to toss them into the trash can outside once they were dried off. For a moment Sandbar entertained the idea of tossing them in the diaper pail, but sadly they were too big - and stinky - to consider that a viable option. Once those things were taken care of, the pair spent the rest of evening relaxing outside on the deck to watch the sunset over the ocean.

The beach house had a lovely wooden deck perched just above the sandy shores of Turtle Beach. Constructed from weathered wood, the deck exuded a rustic charm that blended seamlessly with its coastal surroundings. Stretching out from the back of the house, it offered an ideal vantage point for watching the ebb and flow of the tide, as well as catching glimpses of playful seabirds and distant sailboats dotting the horizon.

It featured an ample seating area, complete with cushions and oversized pillows that invited lounging. Comfortable wicker chairs and a sprawling hammock beckoned guests to unwind and soak in the tranquil atmosphere. A rustic wooden table stood at the ready, adorned with candles and seashell accents, providing the perfect spot for al fresco dining or leisurely conversation.

Surrounding the seating area, potted plants and blooming flowers added a touch of vibrant color to the deck, while strategically placed umbrellas offered respite from the sun's rays during the warmer hours of the day. Soft strands of twinkling fairy lights were draped overhead, casting a warm and inviting glow as evening descended, creating an enchanting ambiance for gatherings under the stars.

The pair loosely cuddled up on a long couch that overlooked the sandy beach beyond.

“Hey,” Sandbar started, “thanks for...doing all that for me.”

“You wore a diaper too,” Gallus scoffed.

“I know I know, but, I know I was asking a lot to expect you to...y’know, in the middle of dinner like that...”

“O-oh right...” Gallus replied with a blush, “well I can’t say I didn’t like it...” He tried his best to hold back the genuine thrill he got from pooping himself like that. “it wasn’t anything I wouldn’t do again...”

“Y-yeah?”

“Yeah, it was...really fun kinda actually.”

“Would you ever...” Sandbar started again, egged on by Gallus’s enthusiasm, “well I mean, would you ever go 24/7?”

“24/7?”

“Yeah, like wearing diapers all day for a solid stretch of days,” Sandbar said, “using them when you needed to...M-maybe playing the role of hatchling the whole time...?” He said the last part with an air of caution, not full confident that Gallus would agree.

“O-oh,” Gallus blushed, “well I guess a couple days wouldn't be..t-too bad...”

“A-and I’d be there to change you!” Sandbar assured, thinking this would somehow sweeten the deal, “I-I wouldn’t leave you hanging or anything...”

“Heh, well I guess if I...had someone changing my full diapers, it wouldn't be too hard...”

“Yeah?” Sandbar’s ears perked up and soon his entire face lit up, “o-okay, yeah! That’s...exciting to hear!”

The excitable pony fell silent after that and the conversation drifted off into the quiet evening. Even without say much more about it, Sandbar’s mind teemed with possibilities. Now more then ever, his fantasized of having a little baby griffin waddling around the place was so tantalizingly close! Day dreams were one thing, but...all of this could actually happen! He tried not to let his imagination run too far away with the concept, but what if? What...if....?

Later in the evening, Sandbar’s parents returned with Coral in tow. Sandbar and Gallus had long since moved indoors, pining for a nice comfy couch to laze about on.

“We’re home!” sang Beachcomber’s voice.

“Welcome back, you guys!” Sandbar chirped like the good son he was.

“I hope you two had a good night in,” High Tide said, “I’ll be right back. I need to put this little missy down for her nap.”

Coral looked up with bleary eyes, clearly exhausted from her big day out. High Tide carefully held her in her arms and carried her upstairs.

“What did you two dudes get up to while we were gone?” Beachcomber asked.

Gallus nearly jumped at the question, his sharp wit suddenly drying up in an instant. His beak opened and closed a couple times as he stumbled over his words. “W-well w-we j-just.”

“O-oh you know, just chilled and watched the ocean,” Sandbar quickly rescued Gallus, “cooked Gallus some of your famous seafood pasta.”

“Hey excellent!” Beachcomber smiled, “you know you can’t get any better seafood than from Turtle Beach!”

“Th-that’s what Sandbar was saying...” Gallus managed to stammer out, throwing a thankful glance over at Sandbar. “H-how was the party?”

“Heh, oh you know, buncha little dudes and dudettes running ‘round, getting sugar highs off cake and ice cream. I think Coral had a great time.” the older stallion chuckled as he stretched his back. “Course, think playing chaperone all day wiped us all out. Let your mom know I’m out on the deck when she gets back, will ya, dudes?”

“Sure thing, dad,” Sandbar replied.

And with that, the older earth pony slid out onto the wooden deck in a leisurely saunter, closing the sliding glass door behind him. Sandbar and Gallus breathed a collective sigh of relief as they laid back on the couch. That was almost too close...

High Tide returned moments later and smiled at the lounging pair. “Where’s your father?”

“On the deck,” Sandbar replied mid-yawn.

“Shoulda known,” the mare chuckled, “kid parties are fun, but a lotta work. You two gonna head to bed soon?”

“That sounds like a pretty good idea,” Sandbar said with another yawn.

“Can I get a hug before you dudes head up?”

Instinctively, Gallus wanted to swiftly turn the offer down. Hugging might have been a widely accepted pony thing, but him and hugging were...Passing acquaintances at best. He started to stand up and readied a good excuse about how he was too tired for a hug right now or that it still felt a little weird to be doing something so...pony.

At the same time, and also instinctively, Sandbar hopped right up to his feet and swooped into his mother’s arms for a good hug. “Goodnight, mom,” he chirped. The hug was deep and loving and lasted for quite some time before Sandbar left and trotted up the steps.

“Gallus, you too, “ High Tide smiled, ”don’t think I’m lettin’ you go to bed without a hug.”

Gallus reluctantly slid over to the motherly mare, awkwardly opening his arms up for a hug. He wasn’t much of a hugger and lacked experience in the matter, but High Tide was nice enough to meet him the rest of the way. “G-goodnight, M-Mrs. High Tide,” he said, lingering on the hug a bit longer than he had planned. But the hug was so gentle, it didn’t seem like High Tide minded.

“Got a little carried away with the baby powder, huh?” she said to the griffin.

In a flash, Gallus’s cheeks grew beet red. “I-I...have n-no idea what you’re talking about!”

“No need to get all stressed, Gallus, it’s just baby powder,” the mare softly chuckled, “...now not cleaning up after yourselves after using the nursery is a different story altogether.”

“I-It’s n-not what you think! Sandbar and I w-were just-”

“I told you there was no need to get stressed. Don’t worry about it,” High Tide smiled, “I think it’s cute that Bar has finally found someone who will play his little diaper games.”

“Y-you knew?!”

"Of course," High Tide said, "what kind of mother would I be if I didn't notice a couple diapers missing from Coral's nursery? I think it’s cute. We all find different ways to relax and decompress. I’m just happy Bar’s found a cool dude to share it with.”

This made Gallus blush and for a rare moment in his life, he couldn’t quite think of what to say, “th-thanks for letting me know...I-I should probably shower again to get the powder stink off.”

High Tide just chuckled and shrugged.“You don’t have to if you don’t wanna. I think it smells nice.” She then winked, “like a cute little hatchling.”