Equestria's Diapered Deeds

Sugar Belle was so excited. She had finished moving into Sweet Apple Acres with Big Mac a few months ago, and just in time too; they were finally expecting their first foal. She was well into her second trimester now, her belly now sporting a perfectly round visage. She carefully ran her hand over her swollen tummy, eagerly anticipating the day she could hold her new colt or filly, as well as the day she could stop worrying about her particularly troublesome pregnancy symptoms.

For Equestrians, a pregnancy term wasn't too difficult to go through, but almost every mare went through it differently. Mares would often experience some ailment unique to them, and it was difficult for doctors to determine just what it would be until it occurred. For some, their unique symptom could hardly be considered a hindrance; for others, it left them unable to do practically anything.

In Sugar Belle's case, it was somewhere in between. Sure, she could still technically get her work done, at least until her late term left her unable to do any physical labor. She ultimately decided not to, however, as trying to work publicly was far too embarrassing for her to even consider leaving her new room, let alone work with other ponies.

Her special symptom was severe incontinence.

It started about a month into her pregnancy while she was helping Big Mac with sorting the apples for cider season. She had just finished her first bucket when she felt streams of liquid rushing down her legs. When she looked down, she realized she had started urinating, and fled the kitchen in total embarrassment. She locked herself in the bathroom trying to stem the flow, but her bladder muscles just wouldn't respond. By the time the last few drops of piss trickled away. she had completely soaked her jeans, and a sizable puddle sat beneath her feet.

After she cleaned herself up, she opened the bathroom door to find Big Mac standing before her with a concerned expression on his face, and she told him what happened and that they should probably go see the doctor. When they arrived at the hospital, the nurses there told her that this was likely a part of her pregnancy, and that it would be perfectly manageable if only a little inconvenient.

Sugar Belle was less than enthused with their solution. They gave her a small box of diapers to try for the week, and that she could order more if they worked for her. They also recommended some alternatives to look into if that box didn't work out. She reluctantly took the box, and she and Big Mac returned to the farm.

Now here she was several months later, gently massaging her swollen stomach as she sat and watched out her bedroom window; she could see Big Mac working to clear the fields of snow. She felt a sudden warmth bloom around her nether regions and sighed to herself. She had been wearing these diapers for so long, and her incontinence seemed to refuse to go away until she actually gave birth. She had spent most of her days hiding away in her bedroom under the guise of severe cramps; only Big Mac knew about her actual condition.

She had reached the point where she was soiling herself so often that she wouldn't bother to change her diaper as long as Big Mac was out on the field, and then clean herself up just before he was supposed to come back in. So far today she had wet herself at least five times, and it wasn't even noon. Her diaper sat extremely puffed up under her legs, making her very thankful that the doctors recommended such an elastic yet absorbant brand.

The elasticity paid off almost immediately as she felt her anus part and a solid turd force its way into her diaper, causing the garment to pillow out beneath her and the shit to push back against her ass. She hardly minded anymore; it was almost always inevitable that her ass would get really messy. So she just sat in her fresh shit, knitting a small onesie and waiting for the next round of excrement to make itself known.

The first time she had shit herself played out in her mind, almost as vividly as when this whole mess began. She had been wearing her diapers for a few days, and she was at least able to help Big Mac with some of the lighter chores. She had been raking some fallen leaves out in the northern field when an instant pressure sent her leaning onto her rake as support. Her ass spread and a monumental shit poured its way into her diaper, expanding it to the point of forcing her legs wide open as she bent her knees just try and mitigate the weight underneath her. She was left carefully balancing with the rake, her breath coming out in heavy gasps as she tried to bring herself to stand up straight again, the massive diaper forcing her to bend her knees and waddle back to the barn.

Unfortunately for her, this became routine throughout her pregnancy. She would be fine for a few days, only pissing herself occasionally. Then that one day hits and she retreats to the bedroom, constantly pissing and shitting herself until a particularly massive poop exits her system. Usually this happened before Big Mac returned, but that wasn't always the case, and Sugar Belle usually sat in the bathroom for hours after that.

Another hour had passed, and so did another two waves of urine. The diaper was starting to struggle to hold it all, and Sugar Belle was confident that if her diaper hadn't been filled with shit, she would feel a sizable puddle pooled at the bottom of the diaper.

Her mind continued to flit through the months of her pregnancy, pulling another memory from about a month and a half ago. She had lost track of the days and offered to help Applejack feed the roosters early that morning. She wore one of Big Mac's shirts and a large set of overalls, leaving enough room for both her extended belly and a potentially swollen diaper without giving it away. At least, so long as Sugar Belle only had to pee in it.

Applejack left her to grab another bag of chicken feed from the barn while she used up the one they already had, and almost the moment she was by herself she doubled over and let out the first large turd of the day. It was a lot bigger than usual for the early morning; her diaper was almost as large and round as her belly. The overalls were just barely enough to conceal it, but if she filled it anymore it would surely start to show through.

More importantly, she had to figure out what to do with her messy diaper before Applejack returned. She tried to duck behind the chicken coop to change it out, but her efforts were hindered by a fresh wave of piss spurting into the soiled padding. She stood leaned against the side of the coop, waiting for the flow to stop so she could resume her attempted change.

Then Applejack returned with the new bag of chicken feed. "Alright, Sugar Belle, I got the- say, you alright there sugarcube?"

"YES!" Sugar Belle blurted out. "I mean, yes, I'm fine Applejack. Just got some of those cramps, ya know. Say, would you mind getting me the painkiller from the cabinet?"

"Oh, of course! I'll just leave this here bag of feed for ya, and I'll be back in a jiffy." Applejack turned and left her alone once again. She sighed and quickly pulled herself to the back of the coop, undoing her overalls and diaper before pulling a spare one from her basket and quickly changing.

Disposing of the messy diaper had been the hardest part; she had to hide it under the coop while she and Applejack worked, and only when the farmpony left a third time to get some air freshener did she have enough time to get rid of it.
It was the closest she had ever come to someone else discovering her secret, and she has been thankful ever since that nothing else like it has happened.

She finally felt her big one coming on, so she gently lifted herself off of the chair, the front of her diaper now pressing against the underside of her swollen belly. She felt her ass pushing the turd towards her anus as it spread wide open to accommodate the massive log. Within seconds her shit doubled the diaper's size and showed no signs of stopping, her teeth gritting against each other as she continued to push.

By the time she had finished, her diaper now matched her chair in size, and thanks to her just sitting in it at some point, almost the same shape. She glanced at the clock; she still had another hour before she had to worry about getting herself cleaned up. Oh, well, the time usually flies by anyways.

Sugar Belle's pregnancy was finally over, and with it came their new baby colt and the end to all of Sugar Belle's symptoms. She sat in her bedroom reminiscing on all she had gone through once again, and while it certainly wasn't anything she had wanted to happen, the sight of her little boy's face made it all worthwhile. Not to say it was all bad...

Sugar Belle grunted as she forced the last bit of shit out into her diaper, just enough to make it touch the floor while she was standing.

Yeah, some bits of it were actually kind of fun.