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Chapter 4

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Dylan found himself whining instinctively as he pawed helplessly against the front of his diaper, the mittens into which he had placed his hooves into preventing him from doing anything other than pawing at the thick front of his swollen diaper.

Several weeks had now passed since he had had the dream where he had been publicly humiliated. This had now turned into his new erotic fixation.

He found his thoughts continuously drifting back to those feelings of utter helplessness and supreme embarrassment.

The knowledge that his normally secret indulgence was now available for all to see and laugh gave caused his insides to twist and turn in a way that he found himself enjoying immensely.

The bondage supplies he had ordered the day before his dream had arrived in short order.

Dylan's stomach squirmed as he felt the front of his padding beginning to tent in excitement, he admired the menagerie of objects he had gotten and felt almost too excited to contain his energy.

"Ohhh this is going to be so much fun!"

The donkey squealed in an unnaturally high pitched voice, dancing giddily in his kitchen as his hooves clopped against the linoleum, his diaper crinkling as he did so.

Dylan had reached the point where he had almost no warning when he went number one and two into his diapers.

While previously he had a twinge in his bladder or a rumble from his stomach, he now found himself wetting and messing himself without any indication of what was coming.

It was now imperative that he wore diapers 24/7, he found that he had had the occasional messy accident while showering as well.

To remedy this, he had started to clean himself up using baby wipes and always having a diaper at the ready beneath his bottom in case he started an accident halfway through a change.

This adjustment to his cleaning regime only caused him further delight as he felt like he was becoming more and more like a helpless baby.

Firstly, the donkey prepared himself a large bottle of warm milk, wanting to make sure that his diaper would be properly used during his kinkier baby session.

Next, he changed himself in a fresh diaper, including several stuffers towards the front and a generous amount of baby powder.

He had gone ahead and shaved his diaper area clean, wanting to feel even more intimately the 'messy' he'd be making in his diapers.

He recalled how nervous he had felt holding the razer to his bits, biting his tongue as he gingerly scraped away the fur.

After diapering himself up, he put on his sleeper and padded over to the kitchen.

The summer heat had not abated, so he made sure to have his air conditioning going on full blast so he could enjoy his cozier clothing.

Dylan examined the booties he had bought. They were a special kind, designed with various spikes inside of the soles that bit into his heel if he put any weight on them.

They essentially ensured that he would have to crawl everywhere he went, which wasn't something he would mind too much.

Next, he took out his mittens.

Dylan had spent a fair amount of thinking how he would put on his bondage gear with the intention of making it difficult to get out of it after he needed a change.

He planned on locking his mittens, booties, and a pacifier gag onto himself.

He would, however, allow a little wiggle room in his bondage set up.

Next came the booties, which he tightened firmly against his ankles and clicked its locks into place.

Last came the tricky part, as the donkey continued to suckle on the pacifier in his mouth he slid his hooves into the mittens. Using his teeth, he carefully clicked the locks into place securing him in his infantile bondage.

He would still be able to wriggle out of the pacifier gag if he so chose, he tied it firmly but not too tightly into his mouth.

The oversized bulb of the adult pacifier took up the majority of space he had available in his muzzle, preventing him from making any noise except moans of pleasure as he suckled on the large bulb.

His new outfit complete, the donkey wiggled his oversized, crinkley bottom in delight.

As far as he was concerned, this was the peak of his enjoyment of being helpless.

Not only was he padded up for a good while, but the mittens and booties prevented him from being able to get out of his diapers without a fair amount of effort.

He crawled over to his living room, the TV already playing reruns of his favorite childhood shows.

Realizing that he was already growing thirsty, crawling back onto the kitchen he was just able to grab the waiting bottle when standing on his knees.

Dylan looked at the bottle held clumsily between his mittened hooves and saw that he was presented with a problem.

The oversized bottle held a fair amount of liquid he was hoping would soon fill the diaper keeping his legs spread apart. But the pacifier gag.

Dylan began to tease the nipple of the bottle into his muzzle, finding that there was just enough wiggle room for him to be able to taste the trickle of the sweet milk pouring from the bottle.

Well... This will have to do...

Satisfied that he could at least suckle at the bottle clutched in his useless hooves, he crawled back over to the couch and sat down in front of it, his diaper crinkling loudly.

The oversized baby gazed at the television screen, his mind becoming lost in a haze of thoughtless bliss as he continued to suckle at the bottle.

It took him a little bit of time, but soon enough he had emptied it and was lying on his back feeling satisfied.

Dylan brought his legs together, feeling the soggy interior of his diaper as he moaned with pleasure into his pacifier.

He could feel himself growing hard already, the sensation of the soggy bulge between his legs immediately turning him on.

He flipped over onto his chubby front, and began to hump the floor in a slow rhythm as he felt himself grow hornier.

Totally focused on the wet diaper, Dylan's thoughts meandered over to the booties preventing him from being able to walk, the mittens keeping his hooves away from doing any shenanigans like taking his diaper off, and the pacifier gag keeping him quiet and contented like a good baby.

The image of being a helpless, diaper-dependent foal continued to give him a feeling of helplessness and erotiscism he had not experienced before.

Suddenly, a thought wandered into his head quite unexpectedly causing him to stop humping the front of his diaper.

Wait a minute... Didn't I want to... This is a curse; I don't want to be like this forever... What if... What if this is permanent?

Dylan glanced down, suddenly his feeling of helplessness had an entirely new layer added on it.

Not only was he well-contained in the baby bondage equipment, he felt that its physical entrapments held now a symbolism of how he was trapped in his mind in this state.

His attraction and pleasant feelings that were now associated with being a helpless baby kept him trapped in his helpless state as much as the locks on the mitten buckles did.

As he realized this, his cock pulsed, and the true diabolical nature of the curse that was cast on him was revealed.

Not only did the curse make him enjoy being helpless and trapped, the curse made the very fact that he was cursed and helpless a part of its wicked effectiveness.

His heart rate increased as he thought about the psychological nature of the situation he was in, trapped yet enjoying his subjugation as much as the curse wanted him to.

The strange sense of Stockholm syndrome and vulnerability that washed over him caused him to begin to think hard about whether what he was doing was right.

Dylan felt stressed, and wanted to seek comfort badly. He looked around and found that his stuffed teddy bear was close at hand.

Crawling onto the couch, he curled himself up under a blanket and hugged the teddy bear closely.

A sudden wave of exhaustion washed over him, and he found himself mumbling into his pacifier incoherently.

His thoughts once again grew hazy as the lull of sleep and worryless allure of his little space enveloped his mind.

I'll just... Take a little nap... Sleep on it... Couldn't hurt... My diaper will keep me dry... I'll be safe...

His last thoughts were on just how comfy his sleeper felt, keeping his diaper close to him as he drifted off to a dreamless sleep.

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Dylan woke up a few hours later, wondering what time it was as he sat up groggily.

The pacifier lodged in his muzzle had seemingly been in there for too long, and he felt his jaw ache as he moved it around.

Shifting, he felt with a surprise that he never got over that the seat of his diaper was now very messy.

I guess I was asleep a while... I need to get cleaned up...

Standing up, he felt the dulled spike dig into his heel and he fell onto his hands and knees with a start, completely forgetting about the booties that prevented him from supporting any bipedal weight.

Right...

Dylan crawled over to the kitchen counter, seeing that the key to his various restraints was still where he left it.

The donkey set to work on prying his pacifier gag out. It took a bit of work at first, but soon enough the clasps and buckles were loosening themselves and the donkey took out the pacifier with a sigh of relief.

I think I need a smaller bulb, or maybe I won't keep it in so long next time...

Delicately picking up the key between his front teeth, the donkey managed to click open the lock on his right mitten.

With a free hoof, he set about relieving himself of the bondage in quick succession, beginning to feel itchy and wanting a fresh diaper.

The prospect of fresh padding seemed to improve his mood, as he waddled over to the bathroom wearing nothing but his diaper.

The cool wipes felt pleasant as he washed himself with expertise, taking great care to be as thorough as he could be to prevent any rashes from developing.

The donkey sighed, feeling a little drained from his session. As he placed the last tape into place, he thought about how much effort he had to put into getting himself dolled up.

I really wouldn't mind having somebody take care of me when I'm dressed up like that; it would make everything a lot more easy and less stressful.

His mind continued to dwell on this as he fixed himself a cup of tea, feeling oddly at peace with the world after his kinky session.

Maybe I could reach out on an online chat board or something, get familiar with the community. Surely if there's a market for all these products there's gotta be someone out there I could be friends with.

He massaged his jaw, looking over at the pacifier gag that lay on the kitchen counter.

That really was a fun time... I can't believe I'm enjoying this so much; it's the hottest thing to me right now... If only I could find somebody to lord it over me and keep me humiliated as a little pants-pissing foal... That would up it a notch to be sure.