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Chapter 3

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Dylan suckled enthuasiastically at the pacifier between his lips as his fingers worked away at the controller clutched in his hooves.

He had just managed to beat his high score, and was shooting to maximize his personal record as much as he could.

He sat on his couch, wearing nothing except his diaper, onesie, and pacifier clipped to his collar.

After the items he had ordered arrived, he had hesitated for a moment. Sure, he was still trying to make it to the toilet when he felt the urge come over him to go number two.

But more and more often he was finding it more convenient to just allow himself to go into his diaper.

After all, it was what it was there for. Not to mention the fact of just how pleasant it felt to be sitting around in soggy diapers.

He had even indulged himself once and sat down in a well-messed diaper, feeling his accident smush throughout the back and front of his diaper before begrudgingly walking over to the shower to clean himself up.

He was having fun not having to use the toilet, and the fact that his accidents seemed to be happening now at a greater frequency only made him enjoy his diapers even more.

The feeling of the padding swelling up between his legs and forcing them apart, as well as grinding his often erect penis against the swollen, absorbent material of the inside made him feel excited and continuously aroused.

Not to mention the humiliation component, as he put on his baby clothes and put a pacifier into his muzzle for the first time since his mother did twenty or some odd years ago, he felt an odd sense of relief and embarrassment fill his insides.

The feeling of taboo yet incredibly helpless and vulnerable feeling he got from putting on the babyish garb gave him a sense of satisfaction that was slowly manifesting itself into a need.

When he went outside, for example, wearing his diaper underneath his adult clothes he was beginning to feel slightly off.

He only felt completely relaxed when he was wearing his diaper and baby clothes now, with his pacifier and bottle close at hand.

Dylan had even gotten to the point where he found himself taking his pacifier and warm bottle of milk to his bed, feeling much more comfortable while hugging his teddy bear and kicking his legs in the air without a care in the world.

He was beginning to love his diapers, the crinkling noise they made when he shifted around in them as well as the warmth that emanated from his accidents caused him to continuously feel little, safe, and deeply turned on.

Wow... You'd think I would be grossed out by this at this point but I just really enjoy the sensation overall... Just a helpless little foal who needs his diapers.

Dylan was finding himself quite often speaking in the third person in his mind, referring to himself as the 'baby' or 'foal.'

He found that his anxieties were much easier to deal with when he saw himself from the perspective of a baby donkey.

Still, he yearned to have a dream just like the one he'd had the evening he had ordered his various infantile paraphernalia.

He found himself often fantasizing about oversized stuffed animals cooing over the state of his diapers as he groped himself through his soggy padding, still thinking about how it felt to have his tummy and feet tickled as somebody gently smushed his mess against him and commented on just how helpless he was.

Just the thought of it now caused his head to grow into a pleasant fog, and he barely even registered the noises coming from his rear end as he helplessly messed into his diaper.

He continued to sit, almost completely unaware of how the mess had quickly distributed itself evenly throughout the padded seat he was reclining on as he continued to think about the details from his dream.

Dylan found himself realizing that he would like nothing better than to be continuously cooed over, with plenty of attention brought to the state of his diapers as he was held down and doted over.

After he had finished into the front of his soggy padding, Dylan put down his controller and toddled over to where he had set his laptop to charge.

The donkey had come to the conclusion that he needed to get a few more items to fulfill his fantasy, even as he opened up the computer he did not realize the curse continued to dig its claws into his mind.

Dylan had gone from being shocked and severely annoyed about his new found incontinence to practically embracing and embellishing his new found diaper dependence.

After browsing through a few pieces of adult baby bondage gear and ordering it via express, he set his laptop aside and smiled giddily to himself.

He could walk back to the couch to his video game, or he could crawl.

As the words of the prophecy rang true through his actions, the donkey was blissfully unaware as he completed the last line in the premonition that sealed his fate as a diaper dependent adult baby.

He found that upon reaching the couch he was confused as to what he had wanted to do, the smell of his diaper reaching his nostrils as he realized with a sense of glee that he was sitting in a very messy diaper.

Had he wanted to play more games? Drink from his baba? Play with his teddy bear?

The donkey couldn't decide as he continued to sit in his own mess, his mind becoming more and more foggy as he returned to his previous fantasy of indulging himself in thoughts of infantile regress and helplessness.

A few minutes later, Dylan shook his head out of his reverie.

I should probably go change myself before I get a rash...

He thought to himself, a sudden sense of coherence coming onto his mind as he felt the insides of his diaper beginning to itch.

Getting off of the couch, he lumbered over to the bathroom to perform his now well familiar cleaning and rediapering routine.

After cleaning himself up, he decided to try and get himself dressed for the part to have another dream like he'd had a few days ago.

Waddling into his kitchen, the donkey prepared himself a warm bottle of milk while wearing nothing except his diaper.

As he worked his now utterly weakened bladder piddled a little bit into the front of his thirsty padding, but Dylan barely noticed.

He usually found out that he had been peeing himself continuously only after his diaper swelled up to the point where it hindered him from being able to walk completely at this point.

He found himself focusing on this additional facet of his new babyish personality, enjoying the idea that he really did need his diapers or else he would end up leaving little puddles everywhere he went.

After all, little foals need to be kept in their snug diapers to be nice and safe and dry, yup yup!

Gathering up his pacifier and stuffed teddy, Dylan turned off his lights in his living room and waddled over to his bedroom.

Inside, he donned his sleeper, which was covered in various star patterns. He had spared no expense in acquiring the softest adult baby clothes he could find, and the soft flannel interior lulled him into a warm, fuzzy, sleepy feeling.

As he clambered into his bed, he lazily opened his muzzle and accepted the waiting nippleof his bottle.

Before he had finished half of it, he had already fallen asleep. Clutching his teddy bear closely, the sleepy donkey soon began to dream of the fantasies he had been thinking of the day prior.

Dylan found himself standing in a shopping mall; he looked down and saw that he was wearing nothing except a t-shirt and a thick, white diaper.

The t-shirt had "Pamper Packer" displayed on it, and he found that several people were staring at him and even pointing fingers.

Several muffled giggles came from the furs that were looking at him, and Dylan found that his cheeks were burning.

In a pathetic attempt to cover himself, he pulled the front of his shirt down over his diaper, which only caused his padded backside to become more into view.

"Look at that donkey, he's just a big baby!"

"I bet he uses that diaper too, look it says he's a pamper packer!"

"Wow how embarrassing, you think he gets off to stuff like this?"

As Dylan continued to feel his cheeks blush, he found that upon opening his mouth to protest a large pacifier appeared inside of it.

He tried spitting it out, wanting to get away from the humiliating situation he was in but found that he couldn't budge or spit out the dummy.

He whimpered, feeling the front of his diaper grow warmth as he reflexively wet himself in fear.

This only caused the crowd to increase in their jeering, and more and more furs appeared around him laughing at what they saw.

He felt the back of his diaper get poked, and a tabby cat called out.

"Go ahead baby, use your little crinkly drawers for what they're meant for. Be a good little foal and show us all what a little pathetic baby you are."

The crowd laughed, and as if on cue Dylan felt the need to void his bowels once again.

It was different from in front of the plushies this time--he didn't want to use his diapers and he felt himself being utterly humiliated as his legs bent shakily.

In front of several dozen furs, Dylan began to fill the back seat of his diapers noisily, much to the great amusement of the people around him.

The entire time, Dylan could not stop suckling on his pacifier. Glancing down, he saw that the mittens had reappeared on his hooves, preventing him from using his hands.

Just as he finished unloading his mess, and the crowd cheered at the completion of his utter humiliation, the situation got much worse.

"Put him in the baby bouncer!"

"Yeah, let him squish around in his pottied pants!"

"If he wants to dress like a baby, treat him like one!"

Dylan's pacifier would have fallen out of his mouth had it not been firmly held in place by its sheer size as his jaw dropped.

Several of the furs began wheeling in a large baby bouncer suspended about a foot above the ground.

Before he could protest or even resist, several furs grabbed him and hoisted him up, placing his legs into the bouncer until he slid inside.

His mittened hooves were clipped to the top straps of the bouncer, forcing all of his weight into his messy diapers as he began to bob up and down gently.

Every time he kicked his legs the bouncer bounced exaggeratedly, physically reminding him of the messy state his diapers were in.

The people continued to cheer, some taking pictures of him while others took turns smacking him on the messy backside as he struggled.

Suddenly Dylan felt himself growing continuously aroused, and he glanced down to his horror to see that his boner was visible even through the thick padding and restrictive material of the bouncer.

The crowd loved this new progression, and they began to tease him even further about just how much he was enjoying being a little, diaper-filling baby.

"Look at him, being publicly humiliated in his messy diaper turns him on!"

"The adult baby got a stiffy, look at him. He probably loves the fact that he's in a bouncer."

"God, how pathetic, this foal can only get off to being shown off as a pathetic little baby? He really does fit the part!"

Somebody from the crowd stepped forward, holding a large vibrator wand.

The crowd's energy only increased as the fur switched it on, and held it teasingly to the donkey's padded front.

Dylan groaned, feeling the vibrations going through the wet diaper's thick padding as he kicked his legs helplessly.

He practically begged through the pacifier for the vibrator to be turned up, but the fur only continued to tease him with the wand laughing along with the crowd.

Suddenly the wand's vibration rate was switched up, and Dylan moaned loudly into his pacifier bulb as he felt himself finishing into his messy diapers in front of a crowd of what must have been a hundred furs.

As he finished, he found himself to be growing sleepy, even inside of the dream.

He blinked his eyes, and an exhaustion lay over him that caused his dreams to lie into black.

The face of the Great Groll appeared, laughing maniacally as he pointed down to Dylan's well used diapers.

He said nothing, only continued to laugh maniacally as Dylan was left only with the feeling of the front of his diaper expanding as he wet himself even more.