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Chapter 2

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Dylan sat in his car once again, feeling as though he just wasted the $300.00 or so dollars in meeting with his doctor.

Dylan had tried explaining the situation to his doctor, a badger whose face continuously changed from one of humor, to disbelief, to suspicion, to a "I'm humoring you because I'm a professional but you're totally full of bologne."

The donkey soon realized his explanation was falling on deaf ears, so he had switched his narrative to be an objective description.

"Look doc, I had something very strange happen to me which may have been a trick of the senses and now I'm seemingly completely incontinent. I don't know how or why it happened, but it seriously became a problem."

The badger had nodded, seemingly beginning to take the donkey seriously again as he launched into various reasons why he could have suddenly completely lost his potty training.

After naming various ways his nerves could have been damaged and what potential psychological factors could also be at play, Dylan felt himself sighing internally as he began to figure out what the doctor was about to say.

"Well, I think the best course of action is to attempt to continually try and make it to the toilet when you feel yourself needing to. Putting yourself on a schedule and trying to predict when you'll have to go will be particularly helpful with number two. Until then, I can offer you a heavy discount through our pharmacy association on incontinence supplies."

Dylan had trouble hiding his disappointment that his doctor could not come up with a solution better than trying to potty train himself out of diapers.

Even as he sat in his car marveling at just how much of a discount the doctor had actually managed to procure for him he felt the front of his diaper beginning to swell as he wet himself again.

Zero warning. Literally, I just pee my pants whenever I feel like it, it seems. Exactly like when I was just a little foal...

In addition to wetting and messing his diapers, he had found that upon checking his diaper and finding it to be in some state of use a mixture of strange feelings came over him.

He thought back to the words of the curse, and felt a little shaken when he realized that some part of himself even enjoyed being in his soggy diapers.

The combination of vulnerability, pleasant warm radiating back into his crotch, and feelings of helplessness gave him an odd sense of comfort and security.

He had realized quite quickly that he didn't really mind wearing the diapers too much. He was more annoyed by the potential threat of leaking, if anything, and had invested in buying several boosters in addition to more diapers, baby powder, rash cream, and wipes.

When the donkey went number two, he quickly went about cleaning himself up and taking a shower.

But even so, if he was playing a video game or watching TV, he'd allow himself to sit in his diaper for just a little bit longer if he just wet it a little bit.

After all, was that not the point of wearing the diapers? Convenience? The novelty of being able to go whenever and wherever he wanted certainly had its perks.

He shook his head, still wondering how he suddenly was not as upset about having the bladder and bowel control of a newborn.

Am I just beginning to accept this? Maybe this is a good thing, it could be stressing me out a whole ton more.

Shifting into reverse, Dylan pulled out of his doctor's office and merged into traffic headed towards the pharmacy to pick up even more diaper supplies.

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The donkey was lying on his bed, laptop propped open on his chest as he browsed lazily, the summer heat had managed to score one on his air conditioning and he currently had several fans pointed at him.

The sweat still dripped from his brow, but the heat coming from his well-used diapers was, for some reason, nothing bothering him in the slightest.

A week had now passed since he had heard the Great Groll's strange incantation, and his relationship to his newly acquired underwear had since grown from a necessity to a fondness.

Man... I never thought I'd enjoy wearing diapers so much. I mean, it's kind of embarrassing and all that but they're just so comfortable... I kind of enjoy the feeling of being little they give me.

After ordering another package of medical diapers, he had found himself continuing to scroll through the various products available on incontinence.

To his surprise, he found that several brands of diapers were available that displayed little cartoon furries in diapers which looked exactly like a design meant for actual babies.

Intrigued, Dylan had continued browsing until he had discovered that not only were there several brands of adult baby themed diapers, but even clothing and other accessories.

Oh... So I'm not the only one that kind of enjoys this stuff, huh? Bummer that I can't choose to be into adult baby diapers and I'm essentially forced to be dependent on them... Still, it couldn't hurt to try some of this stuff out while I'm still dealing with being incontinent.

After another hour's worth of browsing, he had decided to make a few choice purchases.

After the past several nights he had found himself, to his surprise, waking up with his thumb in his mouth.

Knowing from childhood that continually sucking on an appendage like that could lead to jaw and finger problems, he had decided that getting an adult sized pacifier would be an effective solution.

In addition to his pacifier, he bought a large sized baby bottle complete with various nipples allowing for various rates of liquid dispensation.

A couple onesies, a sleeper in his size, a large teddy bear he could hug, and a sampler case of the adult baby themed diapers later he was typing his debit card into his computer soon enough.

It wouldn't hurt to indulge myself a little bit seeing how I have to deal with this problem anyway... I get such a giddy feeling in my stomach when I imagine myself as a little baby anyway... I've never felt this way before.

As he closed down his laptop he felt himself automatically groping the front of his soggy diaper, feeling for the first time a sudden arousal coming from his touch.

He continued to massage himself through the thick, wet padding as he let out a groan. The donkey continued to stimulate himself as he felt himself growing harder and harder.

He panted, the thoughts of just how dirty and helpless he was teasing himself through the diaper he had thoroughly wet without any control suddenly seemed like the hottest fantasy he could imagine.

And yet there he was, lying in bed in mildly stinky diapers feeling himself through the absorbent material as he felt himself growing closer and closer to climaxing.

Suddenly he let out a loud, "Hee-haw! Hee-haw!" as he felt himself finishing into the front of his diapers.

As the orgasm shuddered through his body, he felt himself thinking in the post nut clarity about what he had just done.

Normally his masturbation sessions went along the lines of a video and a tissue or two, but now he had managed to jerk himself off by just massaging the front of his soaked diapers and thinking about them.

Damn... That felt... Great... Hell, this is kind of weird... I feel like I'm enjoying this more than I should be...

As the summer heat and post masturbatory exhaustion hit him, he found himself beginning to doze in the sweltering heat.

Just a few minutes... That was a lot of work... Too hot...

As he fell asleep, he immediately began to dream. Surrounding him were various large stuffed animals, all of whom were adorned with pleasant, happy faces.

Dylan looked down, and saw that he was clad in an absurdly large diaper along with a buttoned onesie.

He tried to reach down to unsnap the onesie, but found that his hooves were covered with mittens making his fingers completely useless.

He realized that he was unable to get himself out of the infantile garb even if he wanted to.

He felt his cheeks burning as his eyes crossed to see the outline of a pacifier guard in front of him.

The donkey suckled on it a few times, finding the presence of the bulb in his mouth reassuring and incredibly humiliating at the same time.

"Uh-oh! I think it's time to check the baby's diaper, gotta make sure we keep our little foal nice and dry!"

Dylan glanced up, and saw now that he had been surrounded by the array of stuffed animals who were now looking at him expectantly.

A large, brown teddy bear put his front paws on the donkey's shoulders, gently pushing him onto his back as several of the other plushies grabbed his arms and legs holding him down gently but firmly.

Dylan squirmed, feeling his arousal growing steadily as he realized he was at the complete mercy of the stuffed animals around him.

He looked down to see the brown bear unsnapping the buttons on his onesie, taking his time and counting out each button as he went along.

"One button... Two buttons... Three buttons... Four buttons!"

The other stuffed animals cheered, and a large unicorn with a rainbow colored mane reached town to gently tickle his tummy.

Dylan felt his cheeks burning as the only thing he could do was suckle at his pacifier and look down in utter helplessness, as the teddy bear laid a stuffed paw against his padding and gently squished the soaked diaper.

"Wowie! Looks like our little guy did quite a number on his diaper, it's absolutely soaked! Good thing we keep him in these thick baby diapers, otherwise he would be standing in a puddle."

The other stuffed animals giggled, hiding their myrth behind their stuffed paws as they exchanged little teasing exclamations between each other.

"What a baby!"

"He's a little super soaker!"

"He needs his diapers."

"Aw, he likes his paci!"

"Good thing we checked him."

"He's almost leaking!"

"He's blushing, look at those cheeks!"

Dylan opened his mouth to protest, but found that the only thing that escaped his mouth between the pacifier bulb between his lips was nonsensical babbling.

This had the effect of only exacerbating the cooing and doting the plushies began showering over him, gently patting him on the diapered bottom as well as tickling the bottoms of his feet and tummy.

Dylan felt an odd mixture of utter enjoyment and humiliation. The overwhelming amounts of attention he was getting caused him to feel giddy.

A part of his mind seemed to give way, and he found himself instinctively beginning to giggle and squirm.

It was all too silly, the overwhelmingly positive and happy faces of the stuffed animals and the attention they were giving to his diapers was just too much for the donkey to protest against.

As they continued to coo over him, he distinctly heard a grumble come from his tummy.

The tickling stopped as he looked down at his belly, realizing all too late what was about to happen.

A stuffed arctic fox giggled, exclaiming, "Oopsie, I think the baby is going to make a poopsie!"

Shortly following that childish rhyme, Dylan felt his sphincter beginning to spasm. Accompanied by a loud "BRRAP," he felt himself emptying his bowels into the seat of his diapers.

The chorus of stuffed animals cheered as he finished, resuming their attention as the teddy bear gently groped the now bulging bottom of the donkey's diaper.

"Phew! You really did a number on this one, sweetie, we'll need a lot of wipes to clean this little accident up!"

"What a cute little foal making stinkies in his diapers in front of all of us, he's not embarrassed at all."

"He couldn't hold it at all, he just used his diaper like a helpless little baby."

Dylan felt his arousal in the humiliating situation grow as his mess was pressed against him, his diaper exposed for all to see which had now developed a yellowish to brownish tinge towards the back.

His legs were spread far apart by the almost absurd thickness of his diapered front which now had several stuffed animals petting and groping.

"Stinky little baby!"

"He can only babble!"

"Look at his little mittens, he couldn't get himself out of his diapers if he tried!"

Just as the teddy bear was about to rip off one of his diaper tapes to change him, Dylan woke up with a start.

His thumb popped out of his mouth as he looked around wildly, still half asleep and expecting himself to be surrounded by the stuffed animals.

The smell of his accident hit him soon after, and he pressed a hoof into the back of his diaper as he felt the mass of the accident he'd had during his nap.

I pooped in my sleep... Probably during that part of the dream... God... I never knew losing your potty training would lead to dreams like this... But boy howdy, I have to say I really enjoyed the attention...

His mind still mulling over his dream, Dylan hopped out of bed. He lumbered over to his bathroom to change and clean himself up, still thinking about how the teddy bear's paws felt when gently patting the back of his messy diaper.