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Chapter 6

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Groll adjusted his bowtie, giving one final check to his outfit as he gazed into the mirror in front of him.

The light bulbs bordering the mirror were the only thing illuminating the circus makeup room; erie shadows loomed inside of the tent walls as the magician ensured he looked perfect in his outfit.

I still can't believe this worked, I mean who would have guessed I told the right premonition to the right person. Hell, who knows how this magic stuff actually works.

He looked over to the side at his prized show stopper.

Towards the side of the tent was a large, oversized crib with bars lining the sides and top. An intimately large padlock kept the top of the cage-like crib locked into position.

Inside the padded cage was a chubby donkey, dressed in nothing but a diaper that was beginning to sag dangerously.

Groll gave Dylan a half smile and a little wave, causing the donkey to begin to gurgle in delight at the attention.

I still need to get him changed and fed before we're ready, gotta make sure to have something in the chamber to impress the audience.

He walked over to the crib, taking out a key that hung on a necklace around his neck and unlocked the crib top.

"Buh-bah! Buhhh... Bah-bah!"

The donkey giggled, sticking a mittened hoof into his mouth and beginning to slobber all over it.

"That's right, who's my dumb little hypnotized baby donkey? Now let's get you cleaned up and fed so you can show everybody in the audience just how much of a baby you are!"

The donkey continued to coo even as Groll hefted him out of the crib with significant effort.

Held up beneath the armpits, the donkey continued to babble nonsensically as Groll deposited him onto a large changing mat next to the crib.

"Alright champ, let's get you into some big dumb diapers for big dumb babies."

Dylan responded by blowing a raspberry with his mouth, and kicking his legs in the air with joy.

I guess this comes with the job... Still, the amount of cash this guy has been bringing in. Everybody wants to see the real adult baby in action, completely and utterly hypnotized into believing he's a baby. Go figure.

Dylan continued to drool profusely, which Groll quickly remedied by inserting one of the oversized pacifiers he kept handy on him at all times.

The donkey had recently developed a habit of sticking things into his mouth that he should not, so Groll had taken to always making sure he had something to keep the adult baby occupied.

Untapping the diaper, Groll set to work at what had now become a regular routine between the two. The alligator canine would keep Dylan in particularly thick diapers that could take a lot of punishment.

After he had found where the donkey had lived, he managed to get himself inside by holding up a pocket watch and swinging it back and forth in front of the donkey's eyes.

Dylan, in his already suggestive state, had found himself immediately enthralled by the rhythmic movement and it didn't take long for Groll to grant himself entry to his house.

After commanding Dylan to take a nice, long nap, he had ruffled through the donkey's belongings.

He found himself in awe at just how much adult baby supplies the donkey had now put together, and realized that he had basically equipped the magician with every tool he needed to keep the donkey in his baby state.

I'll just have to buy more cleaning supplies and diapers every few weeks, but this guy's set! He's got everything an adult baby would need to be happy! I can work with this...

He had then progressed into moving the donkey and all of his baby stuff into his house and getting him fully under control.

It took only a few days of hypnotic training to get the donkey to be fully docile and responsive to his commands.

Afterwards, Groll had presented the adult baby to his boss, whose mouth hung wide open in disbelief that the alligator canine had, in fact, done it.

Now, Dylan and Groll were slowly gaining fame in the entertainment industry as the baby and magician caretaker.

The audience adored seeing the antics that Dylan got up to on stage, his behavior as an actual adult baby quite convincing as he truly was only acting in accordance to his instincts at this point.

As Groll finished placing the last tape on the diaper's landing zone, Groll grimaced. It took a fair amount of upkeep to keep the giant baby happy.

From feeding, to changing, to keeping him entertained. Groll was happy that the donkey had collected so many bondage materials, as it made containing the adult baby much easier.

In addition to a leash and collar, the donkey was fully under the control and authority of the magician.

Groll had also acquired a small cock cage, which kept the donkey even more obedient and yearning to embrace his adult baby mindset.

The diaper tent that he would often sport did not look too well on stage, and keeping the donkey horny and submissive made things like changing and feeding much easier.

It had been a good few weeks since he had clicked the cage onto the donkey. He recalled placing the key inside of a box when they had been in a small town a few weeks ago.

He had unfortunately since lost the box, but he figured that that did not matter too much.

He patted the diapered front of the donkey, gently tickling him on the tummy as Dylan suckled enthusiastically on his pacifier.

"It's not like you have any say to when you can get yourself off anymore anyway, right sweetie?"

Dylan gurgled, feeling his member pushing against the confines of his cage as the hand on the front of his diaper caused his heart rate to increase.

Any and all attention to his diapers immediately excited the donkey, especially now that he was unable to express his pleasure.

"Alright hun, let's get some laxative into your tummy and get ready. We're on stage in 10 minutes."

He walked over to the mini fridge by his makeup table, opening it and taking out one of many oversized baby bottles. He hesitated, a wry smile forming on his muzzle as he changed his mind.

"Actually, I think we should feed you in front of the audience tonight. Give them a little treat, what do you think?"

Not understanding a word the canine alligator said, Dylan kicked his hooves in the air once again as a quiet hiss came from the front of his diaper.

"Already getting a head start, huh? Don't worry kiddo, by the end of the night you'll be sleeping in some seriously well used diapers.

Grabbing the collar and leash from the makeup table, Groll made short work of placing it around the donkey's neck and getting him to stand up.

The vast thickness of the diaper around the donkey's waist gave him a distinct waddle as he was led outside of the tent, obediently toddling after the magician.

A group of circus clowns snickered at Dylan, who was blissfully unaware of their humor at his expense.

"Taking the baby out for his walkies?

One of the clowns jeered, and Groll smiled back wicked and nodded responding in kind.

"Oh yeah, big guy's getting a little bit too tubby. I figured I'd put him on a little exercise routine."

The clowns laughed as they walked into the tent, jostling each other as they pumped each other up for the performance.

Groll and Dylan finally arrived backstage, where Groll still clutched the large baby bottle in his paws.

"Ready big guy? There's several hundred people in there just waiting to see just how much of an oversized infant you are. Are you ready to give them a good show?"

Dylan suckled on his pacifier, his numbed brain staring transfixed at the lights peeking through from behind the curtain.

He raised his mittened hooves and tried to walk forward, but Groll quickly pulled back on the leash.

"Whoa there nelly, not yet dummy. They have to introduce us first."

No sooner had Groll spoken than a resounding voice echoed throughout the large tent.

"Ladies and gentlemen! Now it's time for our next act! You might have heard of acting like a crybaby, but nobody quite does it as well as our very own hypnotized baby, Dylan the Foal!"

Putting on his best stage smile, Groll strode forward tugging Dylan behind him.

The two emerged from the curtains onto the brightly lit stage. Upon seeing Dylan tottling clumsily behind the alligator canine the crowd burst into cheering, hollering their praise as laughter soon erupted amongst them as they saw the dopey figure of Dylan being tugged along.

Clicking his mic into the on position, Groll began to address Dylan.

"Look sweetie, a whole crowd of people showed up just to see you!"

Turning to the audience, he continued.

"You're lucky to be here, for it's just in time for Dylan's night time bottle!"

The crowd laughed again, cheering as an armchair was brought over to the center of the stage where Groll sat himself down.

He patted his lap, which served as a cue for one of the commands Dylan had been trained to obey which he did so promptly.

With a grunt, he laid himself down in the lap of the magician, taking out his pacifier and pointing into his open mouth expectantly.

"Whoa there big guy! Looks like we got a hungry baby tonight, folks! Hopefully that big dummy diaper of yours will be able to hold it after you drink your ba-ba!"

Taking the large bottle out from what appeared to be thin air, he inserted the nipple of the bottle into the donkey's hungry mouth.

With his thick, white diaper openly facing the audience and his hind legs gently kicking in the air, the donkey began to eagerly suckle on the bottle presented to him.

His eyelids drooped halfway down as he concentrated, the milk was not only spiked with laxative. Groll had taken great care in combining a mixture of milk, honey, and cinnamon to create a deliciously sweet cocktail for his subject to drink every night.

The sweet taste alighting upon the ass's tongue caused him to hungrily suckle for more of the sweetie liquid as his tummy began to get slightly larger and larger with each gulp.

As he drew nearer to emptying the bottle, the noise of the crowd began to increase as they cheered.

When he finally finished the last drop, Groll expertly popped the nipple out of his mouth.

His microphone was just close enough to catch the large, exaggerated belch that came from the donkey's lips, resulting from the amount of air the bottle's nipple forced him to swallow.

Once again, the crowd laughed and erupted into applause as Groll nodded his head towards his audience appreciatively.

"There's a good baby foal, I think it's time to put you down for beddy byes now, what do you think?"

Dylan smacked his lips in anticipation for the soft, warm interior of his crib.

Groll gently pushed him in the side, which caused him to pick himself up off of the magician's lap and once again onto his tottering feet.

"Now then little foal, bow to the audience and say goodnight!"

Facing Groll and turning his back to the audience, Dylan bowed exaggeratedly showing off the large, almost ballooning size of his diapered behind to the crowd.

The audience laughed once again, as Groll clucked his tongue in mock disapproval.

"No, silly! That's your big diapered butt you're showing them! You're just a big dumb baby, aren't you Dylan?"

The donkey righted himself once again and hiccuped in response to the magician's gentle chastisements.

Picking up the leash and standing up, Groll waved to the crowd as he motioned as if he were about to lead the donkey off stage.

As the two slowly made their exit, the donkey suddenly stopped.

Like clockwork, his legs wobbled and suddenly he crouched. An expression of immense effort crossed his muzzle as his cheeks turned red.

With a loud grunt, the back of his diaper bulged out significantly as he pushed out the mess the laxative had caused him to release.

His bowels spasmed violently as he panted, grunting and pushing as hard as he could as the back of the diaper began to droop dramatically.

The audience burst into fits of laughter, pointing and jostling around as they watched the spectacle unfold in front of them.

The donkey dumped the biggest load they could have imagined possible right into the back of his large, crinkly diapers in front of an entire circus crowd.

And to top it off, the donkey didn't even feel embarrassed as he felt the front of his diaper grow warm as his accident continued.

"Dylan! You could not have waited until we got you back into your crib? Now you're going to have to waddle back in your big messy diapers all through the circus ground!"

In response, the donkey stood upright once again and stuck his mittened hoof yet again into his slobbery muzzle.

He didn't really care what the crowd was doing or what Groll was saying to him. Pushing that mess into his diapers felt good and it felt right.

He moved his other mittened hoof to the front of his diaper, gently patting the soaked material as he gurgled in delight.

"Come on you big baby, you can play in your stinky diapers when you get back into your playpen. Wave goodnight to everyone!"

Turning around, Dylan took the now saliva soaked mitten and waved cheerily back at the crowd, an idiotic grin plastered across his muzzle.

The crowd cheerily waved back, hooting and hollering as Groll tugged once again on Dylan's collar.

What a show, and every time it's the same scene. Who would have believed that we'd get endless crowds just to see a fat donkey who thinks he's a baby make a big stinky in his diaper?

Groll shook his head, his own mouth beginning to salivate as he thought of the vast amounts of sushi he was going to order that evening with the cash they had made.

Dylan continued to toddle behind him, his mind fixated on much simpler things than his financial success.

The only thing in the donkey's mind was the diaper that was desperately hanging off of his waist. It felt so good using his diaper like the good little baby foal he was.