Spike Has Three Mommies

Chapter Two

Twilight put on a friendly smile when Spike came out of the bathroom, fresh from a shower and wearing only a towel. She also tried to hide the diaper behind her back, but Spike blushed once he saw her.

“I’m really sorry, but it’s for your own good,” said Twilight. She grabbed his hand and led him over to the twin-size bed in his room.

“Twilight, I can…” He grimaced. “I can do this by myself. You really don’t have to—”

“Oh, really, Spike? When was the last time you changed a diaper?” Twilight gave him another smile. “It’ll be fine. All you have to do is stay dry for a while and we’ll fix this problem right away.”

Cutting off further protest, Twilight picked up her little brother and laid him down on the bed. When she pulled the towel away, he blushed and looked away. She couldn’t stop blushing either. She hadn’t done this for Spike in years and he wasn’t a baby anymore. He’d have some issues about being touched.

Taking a deep breath, Twilight focused on the diaper in her hand. A violet aura sprang to life around her fingertips, making her feel warm inside. She stepped back and let the diaper in the air between her and Spike, who peeked at the spectacle.

“Just relax,” she said. With a wave of her hand, Twilight pictured the diaper unfolding itself and sailing toward the bed. With her other hand, she telekinetically lifted Spike’s legs up by the ankles. The diaper slid underneath his bottom and she let him back down.

Getting the diaper, though on, wasn’t that easy. She managed to pull the front part up, but the tapes just didn’t reach far enough around Spike’s waist.

Panting from exertion, Twilight wiped her brow and frowned at the diaper. Spike was able to sit up, though he had to hold it in place with both hands.

“Ugh, that’s never going to stay.” Twilight cast another wave of magic, twisting the diaper this way and that. All she managed to do was twist Spike around; he frantically clutched at the thin diaper before it could slip off him.

“Look, it’s fine, Twilight.” While holding the diaper in place, Spike awkwardly shuffled off the bed and over to his closet. “If I can get some underwear over it, it’ll stay on.”

“But it’ll leak!” Twilight shook her head. “No, this won’t work. If only someone could make a diaper in your size—”

She stopped. Spike turned around and stared at her. “What?”

Twilight smiled. “Actually, I think I might just know someone who can.”

The boy’s eyes widened. “Oh, no…”