It was lunchtime in the Crystal Kingdom castle and Shining Armor was doing his best not to give up on the whole thing entirely. Despite his best efforts, his infant daughter, Flurry Heart, was being her usual fussy self today. It seemed like no matter how much he tried to coax, no matter how many silly faces he made, it was impossible to get her to eat her meal.
“C’mon, Flurry, it’s your favorite!” Shining found himself saying the same things he always did after such an exhausting trial of feeding the fussy toddler. He waved the spoon in front of the foal, hoping to somehow entice her into eating the pale yellow mush. “You love the flavor of...whatever this flavor is. You love it!”
Still the little alicorn refused. Any time the plastic spoon got too close, Flurry would crane her head away from it, whining and squirming in defiance in her chair. Every attempt was met with disapproving frowns and vehement head-shaking. No matter how much Shining tried to convince her otherwise, she continued to fidget and fuss.
Finally Shining sighed, feeling the frustration start to creep in. It was time for one last desperate effort! “Look! Even daddy will try some!” he said, his voice weakly laced with playful enthusiasm. With a theatrical wave of the spoon in the air, he so dramatically popped the spoon of food into his muzzle, sliding it back out clean for his observant daughter to see. He swallowed theatrically, “yummy!” He tried his best not to actually taste the mush as it so effortlessly slid down his throat. Try as he might, however, some faint aftertaste always lingered behind.
In his experience, the cold mashed baby food he fed Flurry Heart every day was nothing special. In the very very rare times where he had to submit to such a desperate act of convincing her to eat her meals, he had the displeasure of taste testing whatever strangely colored puree she was refusing to eat that day. Strained peas, pasted beets, spinach and brown rice, all had once been first taste tested by the stallion in hopes that it would win the picky eater over. And each one was the same bland, grainy textured slurry that made his skin crawl. They hardly ever even tasted like what flavors they claimed to be.
However this time around, much to the stallion’s surprise, the baby food actually tasted kind of...good. He glanced at the glass jar with pleasant amazement. “Banana apple”. Not bad at all! Certainly better than brussel sprouts and broccoli at any rate! He was so delighted by this, he ventured another spoonful - to drive his convincing point home, of course. He had to put on a convincing act for his daughter if he ever had hopes of feeding her the rest of her lunch!
He tried another spoonful of the baby food, this time taking a moment to contemplate on its flavor. Mushy and watered down, but...pleasant. He could actually pick out the flavors of banana and apple in there and...was that a hint of vanilla backnote as well? He dared another spoonful and sure enough, there was that subtle vanilla! That called for another spoonful! And that spoonful was followed by another. And then another as he smiled softly to himself. He was still quite surprised with how good the porridge actually was!
Before he knew it, the glass jar became empty and he found himself scraping the bottom for one last tiny morsel. He licked his lips, a satisfied smile forming on his face as the unassuming mush settled so comfortably in his belly. He couldn’t believe how unbelievably satisfying the small snack was. Easy to chew, gentle of the digestive system, and nutritious too! Maybe he could have just one more jar of it before they finished their lunch.
Placing the empty jar aside, Shining finally looked up at Flurry, now noticing her scowl. The toddler was clearly not pleased with him eating her entire lunch. She looked at him with crossed hooves and a red face of frustration. She didn’t want to eat the food a moment ago, but she certainly didn’t want HIM to eat it all!
Shining’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment and he let out a bashful chuckle. “Sorry about that, Flurry,” he sheepishly admitted, “I’ll get another one from the cabinet.”
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Nap time. Now that was another seemingly simple task that was often complicated by the fickle fussiness of Shining Armor’s little princess. Flurry Heart was never happy about being pulled away from her playtime for naps, but thankfully, Shining and his wife Cadance had that part taken care of. All it took was a nice bottle of warm milk. Seen as an innocent treat to Flurry, her naptime bottle always put her in the sleepy naptime mood. All Shining needed to do was make sure the bottle was warmed to the perfect temperature and his daughter would be out like a light in minutes!
Standing at the doorway of Flurry’s playroom, Shining held a plastic baby bottle delicately in his hoof. The contents of the bottle sloshed gently inside, emanating a soothing warmth as he paused to double-check the temperature. Now normally this was done by dribbling a few drops on his hoof or unscrewing the lid for a temperature check. However, for some reason these usual methods never even crossed his mind. Instead, he opted for an arguably unconventional method. He decided to taste the milk himself.
“Just a quick sip to make sure it’s not too hot,” he assured himself, raising the bottle to his muzzle. He took a delicate sip, pausing to savor the familiar taste of warm milk. It was the perfect temperature, not too hot nor too cold. But of course, he couldn’t leave it at that. He had to be extra sure it was perfect. There was just too much at stake.
So he ventured another sip and then another and then an entire mouthful. Careful testing and research fell to the wayside as he startled to suckle on the bottle in a steady rhythm as he stood at the room’s threshold. He drank the milk, gulp after gulp, until there was nothing left but air. The entire bottle had vanished before he even realized what he was doing.
He blinked in surprise, now gazing into the playroom. Among the toys and plushies and story books sat the little Flurry in a familiar pose. Hooves crossed, face red, and wearing a scowl of disapproval at her father.
“Sorry sorry,” Shining stammered, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment, “got a little carried away there! I’ll get you your milk, sweetie. Don’t worry!”
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Playtime in the Crystal Kingdom castle was much easier than any nap times or meals for Shining Armor. He never had to coax or convince Flurry to play with her toys. That was incredibly easier compared to the lengths he had to go through to get her in bed on time. All he had to do was play along with whatever games or toys were her favorite that day. It couldn’t have been easier!
Although unlike those numerous times before, Shining found himself stuck on an unusual problem. He had absolutely NO idea what to play with!
Rattles and teething rings, board books and plushies, puzzles and building blocks. The playroom was a treasure trove of choices, each toy vying for Shining’s attention. The sheer abundance of options left him momentarily stunned, unable to decide where to begin. It was as if he was a child again, overwhelmed by the excitement and possibilities before him. Surrounded by such choices, he pondered and deliberated, dedicating an astonishing amount of brainpower to the task of selecting his first toy...to play with Flurry, of course.
Tapping his chin and scanning the room, Shining’s mind raced to settle on the perfect choice. But no matter how hard he tried, the decision eluded him. He could start playing with one toy, but what if he got too involved in playing with it and neglected some other toy that he could be playing with. He could play with multiple toys, but there were just so many of them! Why couldn’t he play with them all?! Frustration started to gnaw at him, and he absentmindedly chewed on his lower lip, lost in thought. The chewing turned into sucking and before he knew it he found himself suckling on his hoof after it found its way from tapping his chin to his muzzle.
Suddenly, a pale yellow glow intervened, gently tugging his hoof away and replacing it with a pink and white pacifier. Flurry Heart nodded proudly at her accomplishment and returned to her play, leaving Shining momentarily perplexed, but surprisingly content.
He gave the pacifier a couple of contented sucks, realizing Flurry was right - it was MUCH better than his hoof. He momentarily reveled in the comfort it provided, feeling a sense of childlike bliss wash over him. Suddenly fussing over which toy he could play with fell to the wayside. For the moment, the simplicity of sucking on the pacifier seemed to occupy his every thought. Things were just...so much simpler with the pacifier in his mouth. He figured he could easily pick a toy now...once he got his fill of pacifier suckling at least.
For a moment or two - or maybe several minutes, it was hard to tell - Shining just sat there in the middle of the playroom, lost in a contented daze as he continued to suck on the pacifier. His mind wandered, blissfully unaware of the passage of time. Flurry, on the other hoof, continued to crawl around him, seamlessly moving from one toy to the next without any sort of indecisiveness that Shining seemed to have a couple minutes ago...or was that a moment ago?
Suddenly Shining's pacifier ponderings were interrupted by a sharp, urgent sensation. A strong pang in his bladder jolted him out of his deep thoughts and he became acutely aware of the pressing need to relieve himself. A hoof instinctively darted between his legs, attempting to hold off the impending rush as desperation started to set in. It was clear that he couldn't delay any longer; he needed to find a bathroom, and he needed it RIGHT NOW.
Keeping his hoof pressed tightly between his legs, he hurriedly made his way to the nearest bathroom. Navigating the familiar corridors with a laser-like focus, Shining's senses honed in on his singular objective. The sound of his own rushing footsteps echoed in his ears, driving him forward with an almost primal determination. The castle seemed to stretch out before him, teasing his bladder with every passing second.
Finally reaching the restroom, Shining’s eyes darted around in a panic. His desperate gaze immediately landed on a small, pink object that sat on the floor - Flurry’s training potty! Time was of the essence and he had no time to be picky. He completely ignored the white, adult sized toilet that sat not five feet away. Straining with the last threads of control, he swiftly positioned himself over the tiny plastic furniture, ignoring the fact that it was designed for foals much smaller than him.
Without a second’s pause, he released his bladder the moment he sat down. A powerful stream of urine sprayed into the low, plastic reservoir of the potty, the sound echoing off the white tiled walls of the bathroom. His low sighs of relief were overpowered by the loud peeing as he relieved himself.
The splashes grew louder as more and more urine filled the training potty’s container. Before long, the tiny reservoir designed to hold a foal’s worth of urine proved to be no match to a stallion’s bladder. What couldn’t be contained in the overfilled container spilled out over the sides, forming a puddle around the pink potty. Shining was only acutely aware of the growing puddle of warm urine forming around his feet, unable to do anything about it until he was finished. Even if his fluttering eyes were able to open up during his liberating pee and see the damage, his aching bladder wouldn’t let him stop until it was done.
When he finally did stop peeing, his bladder light and pleasantly relaxed, he found himself surrounded by a puddle of his own making. The poor potty could only contain so much and by the looks of things it only managed to hold maybe half of what he poured into it. He sat there with a urine drenched backside, his hooves cold and wet with urine as he surveyed the mess he had unintentionally created.
“Well that wasn’t fun,” Shining muttered to himself with the pacifier slurring his words. He contemplated why he even bothered with the whole bathroom business entirely. He frowned at the cold dampness that clung to his fur, even as he stood up and walked out of the large puddle surrounding the training potty.
Leaving the mishap and his mess behind, Shining trotted back to Flurry’s playroom. The urine cooled and dried on his fur, further adding to the unpleasantness of using the toilet. It was all starting to make less sense to him. It seemed to make more of a mess then it helped. But all that didn’t matter the farther he distanced himself from the bathroom and the large urine puddle he left. What mattered was the allure of the toys beckoning him in once more.
At least he didn’t need to pee any more...
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Back at it again, playtime with his daughter picked up right where it left off. When Shining returned to the playroom he found Flurry fluttering around the room, engaging in some impulsive spell casting. She used her unrestrained magicks to do small things like changing the color of one of her teddy bears and filling the air with shimmering bubbles. Her haphazard enchanting eventually led her over to the changing table which was fully stocked with her favorite pink and frilly diapers. With a flick of her horn, she cast another spell, causing one of the diapers to fall off the shelves and then start to grow. The diaper morphed and grew until it was big enough to fit an adult with its pink and frills still intact.
Flurry giggled mischievously and fluttered over to Shining Armor. Without hesitation, she gently guided the magically enlarged diaper towards him, a playful twinkle in her eyes. Curiosity mingled with a touch of apprehension as Shining allowed Flurry to proceed. He stood still as she expertly maneuvered the oversized diaper around him, securing it snugly in place. The material was soft against his coat, and the extra padding made for a comfy seat wherever he went.
Flurry's joyous giggling filled the air as she admired her handiwork. It was all a game to her, an innocent and whimsical playtime that Shining found himself willingly participating in. He allowed himself to be dressed in the embarrassingly pink and frilly diaper, despite his initial reservations. It wasn’t the most dignified look for a grown stallion, he knew that, but seeing the sheer joy it brought to Flurry’s face made it all worth it. He didn’t remove the diaper immediately either. That would have ruined the flow of play, he reasoned. Instead he sat back down among the colorful toys and continued to play, embracing the childlike joy that came with it.
They spent the afternoon immersed in a world of imagination, playing various games that spanned from tea parties to hide-and-seek. Shining embraced his inner child rather easily with the diaper on, becoming a willing participant in Flurry’s imaginative world. After a while he got used to wearing the bulky diaper. It was, afterall, part of the role he was playing. They played games of pretend, delving into the roles of treasure hunting explorers and busy chiefs working in imaginary kitchens. They built cities out of wooden blocks that they weaved train sets through. They even played house for a little bit which Shining found kind of ironic.
During their imaginative and playful adventures, a subtle discomfort began to creep in Shining’s belly. A discomfort he completely ignored as he busied himself with Flurry’s games. The growing pressure within him continued to go unnoticed, the urges of his body masked by the sheer joy of their play, until his body would ultimately decide it had waited long enough. Finally, during a particularly lively round of dress-up, a sensation began to grow in Shining’s tummy that was too great to ignore. If only he had paid closer attention, he might have heeded the warning signs. But the toys were far more captivating than some bothersome tension forming in his gut. He felt the urgency intensify and his body reacted in the only way it knew it could. Pausing play briefly, he rolled onto his feet and his body instinctively assumed the telltale position of a naughty toddler.
With a grunt and then a sigh of satisfaction, he allowed nature to take its course and let go. The pressure in his gut quickly dissipated as a heavy warmth started to fill the back of his diaper. The frilly pink garment inflated and sagged behind him as earlier discomfort was replaced with a strange mix of surprise and contentment. Suddenly that aching pain in his belly was gone and he no longer felt the need to trouble himself with it.
He was relieved to find the diaper kept everything contained this time. No puddles or mess that needed to be cleaned up afterwards. No need to rush off to the cold tiled bathroom and get cleaned up immediately. Just a pleasantly warm lump that hugged his butt. It was a far cry from the discomfort and coldness he experienced from using the potty. He wondered why he even bothered using the bathroom in the first place.
Once he was finished soiling himself, he happily plopped back down on the floor, only faintly noticing the semi firm mess inside oozing around his backside as he returned to his toys. He let out another sigh, content and now relaxed. No need to stop playing, no need to rush off to the toilet. Just a momentary pause and he was ready to play again. A happy smile grew on his face. It seemed so simple now!
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As Cadance approached the playroom, a faint scent reached her nostrils - the unmistakable whiff of a soiled diaper. With her motherly instincts piqued, she entered the room only to be surprised by the scene before her.
There they were, Shining Armor and their daughter Flurry Heart, both wearing diapers, engaged in a lively playtime. The sight filled Cadance’s heart with warmth and amusement at first. She stood at the doorway for a moment, watching the father-daughter duo immerse themselves in their imaginative world of play. It was certainly an...unusual way to get their fussy daughter to play along, but Shining wearing a diaper seemed to be working wonders!
However, as she stood there, a realization dawned on Cadance. The distinct smell of a poopy diaper that emanated from the room, the one that had caught her attention, it wasn’t Flurry’s diaper. It was coming from Shining Armor himself. And the more she focused on it, the more she noticed the subtle swollenness of his diaper and the unmistakable weight that sagged about whenever he moved. A mischievous smile tugged at the corners of her lips.
With a gentle stride, Cadance approached her husband, who was blissfully unaware of her presence. He would have likely continued happily playing with the colorful train set in front of him if it wasn’t for the pink hoof that swooped down in front of him, checking the soggy diaper that hugged his waist.
He looked up at his wife, cheeks reddening in realization. “Cadance! I, uh,” he stammered, at a loss for words.
Cadance simply laughed, the tender affection in her eyes overpowering any hint of embarrassment. “Oh Shiny,” she chuckled with a shake of her head, “it looks like you could use a diaper change.”
She reached out and gently took Shining’s hoof, pulling him up to his feet. His diaper crinkled and squished around his waist as a blush filled his cheeks. A most toddlerish scent hung over him as the heavy weight sagged and swayed between his legs. He was suddenly quite embarrassed about how he looked, but he followed his wife’s lead anyway with an obedient nod.
Cadance guided her diapered husband over to the changing table and helped him onto his back next to it. With practiced ease, she unfastened the soiled diaper, skillfully disposing of it and expertly wiping away any traces of muck that Shining had been stewing in for at least a half hour. Wipe after wipe his bottom was cleaned until the sour messy stench was replaced with the fresh smell of wild flowers. Shining's embarrassment slowly faded away, replaced by a deep sense of love and gratitude as the clammy sensation of his wet and messy diaper was cleaned up.
Once she was satisfied with the state of her husband’s behind, Cadance pulled a fresh diaper from the shelf. It was pink and frilly, the very same type of diaper that Flurry was wearing. “Now let’s see if I remember the spell...” she mused as her horn began to glow a pale blue. The little diaper acquired a similar glow.
Much like Flurry’s attempt before, the frilly diaper grew in size, now the perfect fit for Shining’s adult body. But then Cadance paused in thought, looking at Shining, then his old diaper, and then the playroom. With a wave of her horn she enchanted the diaper further, causing it to inflate in thickness.
Shining’s eyes grew wide at the sheer bulk of the magically enhanced diaper. “To prevent leaks,” Cadance explained with a wink, “I saw the size of the puddle you left in the bathroom. I don’t want to clean up any more messes.”
All Shining could do was blush as his wife lifted his legs a second time and slipped the thickened diaper underneath him. It felt like laying on a cloud of cotton, at least twice as thick as the first one and likely at least twice as absorbent. Cadance the area a liberal powdering before wrapping the whole thing up around the stallion’s waist, taping it snuggly into place.
“There we go, all fresh and ready to keep playing!” Cadance exclaimed, helping Shining back to his feet. The sheer bulk of the new diaper forced his legs apart, and Cadance couldn't help but take a moment to admire her husband's adorable, bulging backside as he wobbled away from her. He did look rather cute...
Freshly changed, Shining wobbled his way back to Flurry and her toys. It was a short walk away, but he still struggled to maintain a straight path and a steady gait as he tried to cope with the added padding between his legs. Naturally, his legs started to give up on trying to maintain his balance and he found himself plopping down onto his knees in that ever familiar crawling position he had long since forgotten. No more wobbling or stumbling or fear of tripping. He started to question why he should even bother with walking at all. Crawling just felt so natural now. It seemed like a much better means of transportation.
Flurry, who had been oblivious to her father’s diaper change, excitedly handed Shining a plush toy the moment he joined her in her circle of toys. Shining happily accepted the toy and gave it a big hug before once again immersing himself in their playful games.
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It was tough to say just how long the pair of diapered ponies played like that. Time had no meaning as Shining and Flurry played the day away with so many games and scenes of make believe. Impromptu tea parties and block stacking competitions flowed seamlessly into fantastical scenes of pretend adventures and games of hide-and-seek. There seemed to be no end to their fun.
Eventually, however, the sun began to set, signaling the end of their playtime. Flurry yawned and rubbed her eyes, a clear sign that it was time for her to rest. Shining mirrored her movements and yawned as well, finding himself quite tuckered out all of a sudden. As if reading their minds, two freshly warmed bottles of milk came swooping into the room, magically floating in front of both of them.
"All right, you two, time for bed," Cadance said softly, breaking through the playtime haze. "Once you finish your bedtime babas we’ll get you tucked in for the night."
Shining was hesitant at first, but after seeing Flurry so enthusiastically snatch her bottle out of the air, he quickly followed suit. The milk in the bottle was warmed to perfection and seemed to be the perfect treat for winding down after a day chock full of fun.
For a split moment he wasn’t quite sure what to do with the bottle. Should he politely give it back or maybe somehow uncork the bottle and drink it normally? Or...was that even the right way to do it? Once again he looked over to his infant daughter for guidance. The foal had already rolled onto her back, popping the bottle of milk into her mouth, and hungrily sucking down the milk. It was all suddenly making sense to Shining. It was just so simple!
He plopped down onto his back as well, back legs lazily splayed out as he held the bottle above him with his forehooves. The nipple nestled into his muzzle and he began suckling down the milk with a rhythmic bobbing of the bottle. A delightful lull began to flow over him as the milk relaxed his tired muscles so worn out from a day of play. His hooves tingled and his haunches unwound, his back legs felt like gelatin and breathing steadied. Every gulp of milk uncoiled an internal spring he never knew was so tightly coiled.
As Shining contemplated on the waves of relaxation that flowed over him, Cadance trotted over to Flurry and gave the feeding foal a diaper check of her own. With some playful coos that Shining was too distracted to detect she lifted the foal up and carried her over to the changing table all while Flurry was distracted with her own bottle. This movement, caught at the very edge of Shining’s unfocused vision, was just enough to stir him awake from his milk induced stupor and he slowly pulled himself up into a sitting position, bottle firmly in hoof.
With a chorus of crinkles following him every step of the way, Shining instinctively crawled over to the changing table, plopping down beside his wife, ready to help if needed. It was his habits as a husband that drove him this close at first, but as he watched the diaper change unfold, his own bathroom needs started to bubble up to the surface of his mind. His diaper was still bone dry and he had been putting off bathroom breaks so that Flurry and he would have more time to play. And play they did! Only now he was in DIRE need of a bathroom break! For the second time today it was yet another emergency.
This time, however, he didn’t scramble out of the room, desperately looking for the potty. He didn’t worry or panic as he reminded himself of his previous experience with the potty. He didn’t do anything and instead just sat there and allowed his bladder to simply...let go. Watching his wife change their daughter’s diaper fell to the wayside as his eyes acquired a distant, far off stare. With no fight from his body, he began to pee right where he sat, eyes glazed over as his bladder emptied into the waiting diaper.
A gentle warmth spread across the front of the diaper, creating a glowing sensation against his lower half. The diaper swelled, hugging his lower body snugly as it absorbed the urine, transforming from its initial softness to a slightly bulkier, heavier state. The urine audibly gurgled inside the diaper as the heavy stream sprayed and gathered inside the diaper before slowly being soaked into the swelling garment.
He punctuated the very infantile deed with a relaxed sigh as he relished in the comforting warmth and the peace of an emptied bladder. It was only then did he begin to blink out of his thousand yard stare and the world around him started to fade back into consciousness.
Cadance was watching him from the corner of her eye and smirked when their eyes met. “I’ll be changing you next,” she said before returning to Flurry. All Shining could do was blush as his wife finished changing their daughter who babbled and wiggled aimlessly on the changing table.
Once Flurry was dressed in a fresh diaper, Cadance cradled her gently in her hooves and carried her over to the crib. The sleepy foal grew more drowsy with each passing moment, succumbing to the gentle rhythm of their nighttime routine. Cadance carefully tucked the little foal under the soft pink blankets and placed a tender kiss on her forehead before raising the crib's gate and locking it into place.
Meanwhile Shining rolled onto his back, legs splayed out wide to accommodate the bulk of his soaked diaper which had swollen enormously between his thighs. When Cadance returned to his side, he felt a blushing vulnerability wash over him. Cadance simply smiled fondly at her diapered husband and gathered the necessary supplies for the second diaper change that evening.
Cadance grabbed a fresh diaper off the shelf and began to weave a spell around it, a spell she had a feeling she was going to be casting quite a lot in the future. With a flick of her horn, the diaper began to expand and grow into the perfect size for her husband.
As Shining lay on the floor, he looked up at his wife, a blushing vulnerability washing over him as his back legs instinctively started to spread outwards. A cold rush of air sent a shiver down his spine as the diaper was opened, exposing his recent wetness to the open air.
"You've had quite the day, haven't you?" Cadance softly chuckled as she delicately wiped the area clean with the scented wipes.
Shining blushed and nodded weakly as his body seemed to move subconsciously with his wife’s directions. He lifted his legs to allow the wet diaper to be pulled out and replaced with a clean one, he suckled down the last of his milk, he even found himself sitting up when it was all said and done, all without any help from his dazed mind. It all felt so automatic and he gladly glided from action to action without slowing himself down with thought.
Before he knew it, he found himself back in their master bedroom,being helped into bed, fresh diaper crinkling loudly in the stillness of night. His wife snuggled in beside him, magically pulling the soft blankets over the two as they turned in for the night.
Wrapping her arm over the stallion, Cadance snuggled up close to Shining and gave him a peck on the forehead. “My little baby husband,” she cooed and nuzzled into him.
With a peaceful smile, Shining Armor snuggled into the covers, feeling safe and cherished in the embrace of his wife's love. As he drifted off to sleep, his mind continued to wander in the realm of dreams, where the boundaries between adulthood and childhood blurred, and the adventures of fatherhood awaited him once again.
Tomorrow was going to be another fun, happy day of play.
