"Vinyl," Octavia said, ignoring her housemate's latest effort to explain herself. "I'm not mad that you joined a fetish club. What I'm mad about is -"

"It's not a fetish club!" Vinyl blurted out.

"You came home wearing an oversized foal's diaper."

"It's not... okay, it is a fetish club, but that's not - it's not for me, Tavi, I was DJing for them, that's all! They made me wear that stupid diaper, I didn't want to, I swear..."

"They made you wear a soiled diaper? That's revolting."

"No, I soiled it mys-" Vinyl winced, almost choking as she caught herself mid-word.

Octavia stared at her.

"I had a bad night, okay?"

"You seemed pretty cheerful when you came in."

"That's because the night was over!" Vinyl protested. Also I was blind steaming drunk, she added, but only to herself. "Look, I'm not going back there again, okay? I'll tell them to find somepony else."

"Vinyl, I told you. I'm not fussed about you going there, particularly if they're going to pay you that amount every night. You don't have to quit on my account. I was more concerned about the..." Octavia waved a hoof over her rear in a vague circular gesture. "The mess you brought home."

Vinyl grimaced as she flushed bright pink. "Can we not keep talking about that? I already said I'm sorry. I told you, it was an accident."

"Which you brought home."

Vinyl groaned. "I drank way too much, and I wasn't feeling good... it just kinda... happened."

Octavia gave a little smirk. "Well, you know what they say about babies."

"Don't you even ...!" Vinyl spluttered, blushing furiously.

After Vinyl managed to negotiate her way through some more mortified explanations, apologies, and excuses, Octavia eventually left, apparently satisfied with the situation, and Vinyl breathed a sigh of relief that she didn't have to talk about it any more. In fact she didn't even have to think about it any more. She was done, so done with this.

... until tonight, at least.

Ugh, what kind of idiot am I, doing this two nights in a row? Vinyl groaned, slumping down onto the couch. She closed her eyes in an effort to block out the outside world, but her thoughts just took her straight back to the club again. Walking into that staff room. Trotting up to Pacific, looking her in the eye and telling her "Sorry, I can't do tonight after all."

She could totally do that. She wasn't an employee. At worst they could chuck her off the premises and keep hold of the music she'd left there. It'd be a jerk move if they did, but she couldn't blame them for wanting to. Wouldn't be the worst way she'd lost a gig, for sure.

Vinyl opened her eyes again, a guilty grimace on her face. But Pacific wouldn't do that. She's super nice. A bitter feeling came over her as she imagined the distraught look on her boss's face. Berry's disappointment. And all the let-down clubbers. She'd promised them she be back.

She couldn't do it. She couldn't let them down like that. They'd been so good to her.

With a deep weary sigh, Vinyl accepted that yes, she would be playing one more night.

In a diaper.

Internally, she screamed.

Vinyl squinted up and down the city street, checking to see if any ponies were looking her way, before smoothly backing through the club entrance and shutting the door. Inside, she rested her head against the door for a moment, sighing. Come on, you idiot, she scolded herself, looking down the steep staircase that led to her doom. Be a mare. You've done this already.

Of course, it had been so much easier back when she hadn't known what she was stepping into. She swallowed her paranoia and trotted down the steps, finding herself greeted by a scent that she'd smelled yesterday but forgotten until now. A faint smell of something clean and dry that she couldn't place, but which evoked a curious feeling of nostalgia in her, like a distant memory that she couldn't place.

As she clomped down the steps, her heart began to race, moreso when she reached the friendly neon signboard at the bottom welcoming her back to The Fountain of Youth. Squashing her last instinct to back out, she veered off for the staff room and pushed open the door.

Inside, nothing had changed. Same tacky couch, same desk, same changing table in the corner (she glared at it). And, behind the desk, a familiar twin-tailed pink mane, which bobbed up happily at seeing her enter.

"Vinyl!" Pacific Glow squeaked excitedly. "Ah, you made it! It's so good to see you again!"

"Yeah, yeah," Vinyl muttered, feeling a little guilty that she wasn't able to return Pacific's enthusiasm. "I'm here, and stuff."

"For the night?" Pacific asked, her eyes shimmering with hope.

"I said I'd be, didn't I?" Vinyl grumbled. "I'm not about to leave you hanging."

"You have no idea how happy that makes me to hear that, Vinyl," Pacific said, beaming from ear to ear. "You were fantastic last night, you really were. I'm so proud of you for doing this."

Vinyl felt herself flushing from the praise, which made it annoyingly difficult to maintain her aloof mood in front of Pacific. "Yeah... thanks."

"Can I sort out anything for you? Anything you need for tonight?"

"I left my records here, so as long as they're still here, I'm good to go," Vinyl replied. "Don't suppose you've reconsidered your, uh, you know. Dress code policy," she said, making a circular gesture to her rear.

Although she hadn't expected a different answer, she still felt a faint tinge of disappointment as Pacific Glow smiled and shook her head. "'Fraid not!" she replied.

"Worth a shot," Vinyl muttered.

Pacific waddled over and gave her a grateful hug. "You're a good girl, Vinyl. Let me know when you're ready and I'll get you changed."

"I told you, I don't need you to dress me up," Vinyl said, trying to wriggle free of the earth pony's affectionate grip. "Just... just give me the stuff, okay? I'll put it on myself."

"Weird how you'll take a free drink but not a free change," a familiar voice said from the backstage door, which had just creaked open. Vinyl turned to find Berry standing there, the purple earth pony just about managing to squeeze her enormous padded rear through the doorway. Several layers of frills concertinaed against the doorframe as she entered. "Hey again. Welcome back."

"Hey, Berry," Vinyl greeted. Berry was dressed differently today. When Vinyl had last seen her, she'd been wearing just a diaper - albeit one so large that it probably came with its own zip code. This time was no different, but she'd added to her costume an old-fashioned frilly pink nightgown that actually managed to cover her voluminous padding. Mostly. At least from the front. Once you got round the back it was still like gazing into the maw of the diaper abyss. "You look, uh... cute," Vinyl decided.

"Lies," Berry deadpanned. Her mane was also done up into two poofy bunches tied off with silk ribbons, which bobbed up and down comically as she waddled up to them and turned to Pacific. "I finished the inventory. Should be okay for beer tonight but we're gonna have to restock ASAP. Almost out of rum too."

"No problem, I'll order in some more," said Pacific, taking a note on a clipboard.

"Did you get home okay the other night?" Berry asked, turning to Vinyl. "You were pretty buzzed when you left us. Felt a bit bad about letting you go."

"Yeah, no problems," Vinyl lied. "Got home and fell straight into bed."

"Well, if you ever need it, you can always crash here at the club. Me and Paci do sometimes. Plenty of soft things to nap on."

"I'll be fine, I'm gonna... be more careful this time," Vinyl said guiltily. In honesty, she still had no idea how she'd even managed to get home at all last night, and had no desire to risk it again.

"I'll hold you to that," Berry said solemnly.

Pacific trotted back up to Vinyl, balancing a soft rectangular item on her head that filled Vinyl with dread the moment she saw it. Even though she knew it was coming, it still gnawed at her. Something that shameful had no right to be so neat and innocent-looking. Vinyl plucked it from Pacific with her magic and held it a hoof's length away, while her co-workers went to the desk to discuss what sounded like boring inventory stuff.

Vinyl sighed and began unfolding her package of shame, which kept evolving into something more monstrous as she unpacked it. Fringes of bright purple frills emerged, just to make absolutely sure that anypony who had missed the sound and sight of a massive diaper would still be alerted to its presence. At least her onesie would be able to hide -

Oh. That was at home, hanging in the bathroom after two intense soaks in a bath of hot water.

For a moment she considered going out onto the floor without it, but the very idea of being mistaken for one of the foal revellers gave her the chills. Garish monstrosity though it had been, the onesie had at least given her some degree of protection out there, some level of deniability that she didn't want to give up.

"Are you okay?" Pacific asked, noticing her hesitation.

"Yeah, I... s'fine," Vinyl said. She knew what she wanted, but didn't want to ask for it. "Do you have, uh, anything to go over it? Like what I wore yesterday?"

"Oh! Of course. Yep, feel free to take anything you want from the closet," Pacific nodded.

Anything I want, hah. Vinyl thought acidly, as she opened up the closet and flicked the light on.

Every item in there seemed to be competing with the others for which could be the most outrageously debasing. She took down a few of the onesies and gave them a look. One looked like the ascended version of her previous purple onesie, adding lurid pink gradients and a quartet of lacy flutterpony wings rising from the withers. Nope!

After much deliberation, she settled on a baby blue number with wide rainbow strips down the sides. It was hardly what she wanted, but at least it didn't have frills.

Carrying her prize back out, she pushed her dignity to the back of her mind and levitated her diaper over to herself, pressing it to her butt and beginning to entrap herself in the thing.

The padding was so thick and soft that it was difficult to tell if she was even putting it on properly. The endless poof numbed and absorbed every sensation from her rear. Pressing the front against her nethers with her hooves, she folded the sides over and firmly taped them into place, feeling it cinch and tighten around her waist as she wiggled and shifted into it. Her tongue poked out in a distateful grimace as she felt the padding colonize her buttcrack, reminding her once again just how much she hated these things.

Finally she flattened down the tapes with a firm hoof and and stood up again, and when she let go, it miraculously all stayed firmly in place, a frilly bulb of crinkly padding wobbling ponderously on her behind.

Why am I doing this... oh yeah, for the money. Think of the money. She sighed, she began slipping the onesie on over herself, pushing her head through the neck and sliding her forelegs into the sleeves. This one seemed to fit a bit better, at least... the flap at the back was wider and more able to accommodate the enormous bulk that she was trying to fit inside it.

That didn't make doing the thing up any easier, though. She managed to get herself buttoned up the front, but when it came to securing the rear flaps, she just couldn't maneuver herself to do it. Her padding was just too dense, a solid wall of poof that prevented her from bending to reach her own butt. She grunted and tried laying on her back, hunching forward and using her magic to pull the flap forward so that she could snap it closed around the diaper. "Come on... stupid..."

"You almost had it, dearie," said Pacific, coming to her rescue. "This is why it's easier if you let me change you." Vinyl reddened as Pacific completed the dressing for her, securing the snaps tightly closed around her rear. "There we... go... all done!" Pacific stepped back, the earth pony's mouth melting into a soppy smile that Vinyl refused to admit was adorable. "Oh, you look so precious!"

"S-Stop it..." Vinyl muttered, trying not to go any redder than she already was. She wiggled and tried to stand, but the diaper spread her legs so far apart that she couldn't use them to get up off her back. She tried to roll herself over, and was again rescued by her boss, who hooked a foreleg around hers and lifted her to her hooves.

Looking down at herself now that she was dressed, there wasn't really way to spin her current attire as anything other than a baby's romper suit. In fact, she felt like it might actually be worse than her previous outfit. At least she could have passed that one off as a fancy dance leotard or something. The only thing that could make this onesie look more foalish was if there were drool stains on the front.

"Hey, that looks pretty good on you," Berry said approvingly. "Very stylish."

"I'm just gonna assume you don't know what that word means," Vinyl snorted.

She started to walk out, but with the romper now tightly buttoned around her bulging behind, it pulled at her in ways she wasn't used to, taking her off-balance. After a few steps, she stumbled awkwardly to the side, saved only from a fall by Berry's vigilance.

"Steady, girl, I've got you," Berry said, standing there as a support post while Vinyl grumbled and steadied herself. The diaper on her behind made the unicorn's center of gravity a little taller than it used to be, which was causing her to teeter every time she lifted a hoof. "C'mon, I'll get you there."

"Ugh, I forgot..."

Vinyl groaned. The short journey to the stage had been mostly straightforward once she adjusted her walking rhythm to a careful waddle, but now she found herself at the one obstacle that she'd forgotten about. Four walls of solid pink bars, the oversized crib that surrounded her turntables. The bars only came up to her neck, easy for any adult pony to vault over... unless that pony happened to be attired in a thick, restricting garment as she was.

"Want a boost?" Berry asked.

Vinyl did not want a boost. And yet, she was keenly aware that she had never yet managed to enter her DJing area in any manner that could be considered dignified. Memories of planting squishily onto her plot came back too readily for her liking.

"Hey, I think you left a tap on at the bar," Vinyl lied, waiting for Berry to turn away before quickly hauling herself onto the top bar of the crib and scrambling to push herself over. Her legs flailed to boost her, but her padding bunched up as she tried to shift her rear over the bar, getting her caught awkwardly straddling the crib edge halfway. With a heave, she finally managed to rock herself over the edge and collapsed face-down on the soft carpeting of the crib floor, diapered butt sticking in the air. She decided to lay there for a bit.

"I give you a 9.5," Berry said from the other side of the bars.

"Go suck a teat," Vinyl grunted, glaring through the electric-blue mane that had flopped over her face.

"You okay?"

"Swell, just cushy," Vinyl responded, her voluminous butt ascending behind her as she rose to her hooves and slicked her mane back, trying to pretend like nothing had happened.

"I'm gonna start the bar. Give me a wave if you need anything," Berry told her. "And, you know... this is just a suggestion..."

"What?" Vinyl asked, a frown on her lips.

"Maybe have some fun?" Berry offered.

"Is that, like, baby slang or something?" Vinyl glared.

"No, it's literal. I know you've got your hangups, I get it. This isn't your thing, that's fine. I'm just saying... the glum look doesn't suit you. You're a really cool pony, Vinyl. Don't hold yourself back."

Vinyl pursed her lips, feeling a little guilty at Berry's words. "I..."

"Unless it's alcohol, in which case please do hold yourself back," Berry added.

"Oh, for Celestia's sake..." Vinyl growled.

She huffed and poked her tongue out as Berry waddled back to the bar, then turned to start getting set up for the gig. She found her records neatly stacked in a box next to the turntable suite, which was also, she was happy to find, looking cleaner than she'd left it. Every surface was spotless, every knob shone, and there wasn't a beer stain in sight. She breathed a happy sigh at seeing it again. Her last night here had been pretty rough, but if there was one thing that hadn't let her down once, it was this baby.

Trying to ignore the way her onesie tightened over her padding as she bent over, she unsheathed a vinyl record from the top of her pile, a varied compilation that she used for sound checks. She hadn't actually given much thought to what she'd actually play tonight, but from what she remembered the clubgoers seemed to eat up anything that she put on, so she figured she'd just wing it again.

"Testing, testing," Vinyl's voice rang across the empty club floor. She adjusted some of the levels on her microphone. "Berry Barmaid, please come to aisle three. Clean up on aisle three."

"It's Punch, you dork," Berry yelled from the bar.

Vinyl smirked, ignoring her as she continued her sound test, sliding and nudging the levels until everything was just right. It seemed to be in good order. She threw on some drumstep to get the place beating, while she began to select a shortlist of records to warm up the night.

"All good?" Pacific asked, trotting in from the front entrance. Vinyl gave her an affirmative hoof pump.

The lights faded and Vinyl found herself enclosed once again in the club's dim aura. She lifted her sunglasses and rested them over her horn, taking a deep breath of fresh basement air. "Here goes Round Two..."

Author's Note

It begins! Ever since I read Wandering Pigeon's original Something to Rave About, I'd longed to see more from The Fountain of Youth. And so, this is my unofficial continuation, starting right where the original left off. (And by unofficial, I mean that I didn't ask WP first or tell them about it. Actually they haven't been on Fimfiction for months, I hope they're okay. If anyone's in contact with WP, let me know!) (EDIT: Someone did ^_^)