//------------------------------// // Fresh Out // Story: [C] Fresh Out // by scribe-feather //------------------------------// Fresh Out By Scribe Feather When Octavia began her search for a roommate, she had hoped to find someone like her. She expected to find someone who enjoyed classical music like her and someone who she found unchallenging to deal with. Vinyl Scratch, as luck would have it, was none of that. Admittingly, living with a nightclub DJ had its bumps in the road. Vinyl’s loud and rather brash personality could be rather taxing, especially when the last thing Octavia would want is to be woken up by loud bass heavy music in the morning. She also lacked proper housekeeping habits that often led to a messy bedroom. But even when they first met, all those years ago, Octavia saw something special in Vinyl’s eyes. Perhaps she saw that soft center that was hidden deep inside underneath a thick, obnoxious DJ facade. It was tough to see at first, but over time it became apparent that Vinyl was not all that she appeared. Morning broke over the town and with it came a warm sunshine that chased away the clouds above. It seemed that the weather ponies set this day aside to be one of the nicest of the year. The morning air was cool, foreshadowing a pleasant spring day. The first light of morning seemed to aim itself directly through Octavia’s bedroom window. Despite the blinds being drawn, the soft blue light found its way into the cellist’s bedroom and shined directly onto her face. It was as if the morning was nudging her out of bed as if she’d sleep the entire day away. Octavia pulled herself up, yawning as she rubbed a tired eye. Sluggish at first, she sat up among the coiled bedsheets and stretched her arms upwards. Once her upper half was good and stretched, she kicked aside the blanket and slid out of bed. Much like her arms, her legs required quite a bit of stretching and her waking mind was happy to oblige. She rubbed her eyes a couple more times before turning back around to face her bed. An indentation in the mattress could be faintly seen as remnants of her nightlong slumber on one side. On the other side slept her roommate Vinyl Scratch. Vinyl’s back was to Octavia, exposed to the open air with most of the blankets coiled around her legs and arms. Sprouting up around her lower half was a splash of pink that drew Octavia’s eye down to it. The pink, fluffy mass had bulk to it and had an elastic waistline that flared up around her waist. Her nighttime diaper, Octavia mentally noted. Vinyl wouldn’t admit it to just anyone, but she had quite the soft spot for things that were fluffy and pink. It wasn’t to the levels of some girly girl, but there was something about pink diapers she found irresistible. She could never see herself wearing something like frilly clothes or big princess dresses, but she was much more lenient when it came to pink diapers. The soft, pillowy diapers brought comfort and security to her, a sensation that was unmatched. She couldn’t quite put it to words, but there was something special about diapers. Such a closely guarded secret was almost impossible to learn by most, but through her long friendship with Octavia and Octavia’s trusting demeanor, she eventually shared this side of hers to her most trusted friend. It took a lot of trust, a lot of time, and some subtle persuasion from Octavia, but Vinyl eventually fell into the habit of wearing diapers almost anytime they were home. Diapers served as a way of regression, security, and relaxation for Vinyl and Octavia was happy to oblige. It was tough to recall in recent memory a time Vinyl wasn’t diapered while the two were home alone. Octavia had a little smile as she stared for a moment at the adorable sight, a smile that resembled one of a proud mother’s smile. It felt like she could have easily spent a few more hours just watching Vinyl quietly slumber away so peacefully, wet diaper and all. But she knew all too well she couldn’t stare for long. “Come on, Vinyl,” she gave her roommate’s body a bit of a nudge, “it’s time to wake up.” Vinyl just groaned, lazily rolling away from her bunkmate and hiding underneath as many blankets as she could. She wasn’t much of a morning person, that was obvious and Octavia knew that all too well. However she wasn’t going to let Vinyl sleep the day away, not in a soaked diaper at least. In one swift tug Octavia pulled the blankets off of the bed, exposing Vinyl’s body to the chilly morning air. Her diaper clad body tensed up into a tight ball as she shivered. She then emitted a sluggish groan, shoving her face underneath a pillow. “It’s too early,” the muffled voice of Vinyl complained from underneath the pillows. But Octavia knew just how to get Vinyl out of bed. “That’s a shame,” she shrugged, “I was going to make us some of those chocolate chip pancakes that you love so much.” That seemed to catch Vinyl’s attention, at least a little bit. She peeked out from under the pillow at her roommate, likely weighing her options. Chocolate chip pancakes sounded delicious right about now. The perfect thing to rejuvenate her aching body that had yet to fully recover from her late night. Sleep, however, was also a tempting offer and seemed to bear more persuading power over the tired Vinyl. In the end Vinyl yawned, blinked slowly a couple of times before rolling onto her belly and covering her face with the pillow once more. Her legs curled up close to her body in hopes that it would keep her warm. Octavia finally gave up with a resigning sigh. “Alright fine. I’ll leave you alone for now,” she reluctantly said, “but you better be out of bed and ready for breakfast once I get out of the shower.” She left her diapered bunkmate to venture into the tiled bathroom that connected to their bedroom. A small room kept meticulously clean thanks to the neat and tidy Octavia. The diligent cellist always made it her mission to keep the toilet clean, the shower spotless, and the counter space free of unnecessary clutter. Everything had a place and everything was in it’s place, a concept that Vinyl didn’t quite always keep up with. Her shower was a quick one. Just something to freshen up and shed that morning grogginess with. When she emerged from the warm water, she quickly nabbed some towels out of the closet. On top of the towels sat a folded, blue change mat, a reminder left by Octavia the night before on the assumption that Vinyl would need a change in the morning. She grabbed the padded mat and the two towels underneath it. She wrapped a towel around her waist and then coiled her hair inside another one. Having her chest exposed and naked to Vinyl was hardly something she worried about anymore. When one changes another’s diapers so frequently, such things like nudity tends to get worried about less. Sure enough, Vinyl was out of bed, bright and bushy tailed. Her hair was still a mess, but she hardly looked like someone who was putting up such a fuss about waking up not ten minutes ago. It seemed that in her latest mental debate between sleep and pancakes, pancakes had won the majority vote. She was busying herself with modeling in front of the bedroom mirror, gauging how much more she could wet her diaper before it might risk leaking. Based on her “professional” observation as a long term diaper wearer, the padding looked well soaked, but could take another small wetting before she would even have to worry about leaking. Certainly not wet enough to change. “First things first,” Octavia started, unfolding the mat onto the bed, “we have a diaper to change.” “Come oooon, Octy! The change can wait! I’m starving!” Once again, Octavia sighed. “Fine, breakfast first. THEN, we’re getting that soggy thing changed, missy.” Vinyl just rolled her eyes, “yes ‘mom’!” And just like that, she was out of the room, a chorus of crinkles following her out. Octavia followed her eager bunkmate out of the room, quickly falling behind as her pace was much calmer than Vinyl’s. Octavia moved steadily down the hall towards the kitchen. She passed Vinyl’s bedroom on the way out. The room was hardly ever used nowadays with Vinyl now spending almost every night in Octavia’s room. Perhaps her old bedroom would be more useful as a nursery. Octavia had a little chuckle as her mind entertained the idea for just a minute or two. When she arrived in the kitchen Vinyl was already in her usual spot at the table. Her soggy diaper provided ample cushion for her to sit on with only a mild warmth. Her mouth watered at the proposition of chocolate chip pancakes and practically buzzed in anticipation. “Alright, I see you’re ready to eat,” Octavia commented before gathering the needed ingredients for breakfast. “I’ll cook, but you’ll be on mixing duty, alright?” “No problem!” Vinyl confidently boasted. Octavia had the list of ingredients memorized. It was an old family recipe that Vinyl found irresistible. Of course it was tough to pass up chocolate chip pancakes no matter what the recipe as far as she was concerned. Octavia reserved the food for special occasions, treating it as a sweet treat for the sugar fiend of a DJ. The batch was enough to whip up enough pancakes for the two of them. Both of them got their plates and forks and syrup ready and chowed down on the delicious treat. Octavia hardly needed any syrup for the meal, but Vinyl, true to form, had her breakfast practically drowning in the stuff. “Delicious as always!” Vinyl exclaimed at the end of the meal as she leaned back in her seat with a satisfied pat of her belly. Octavia took it upon herself to gather all the dirty dishes and dropped them into the sink before returning to the kitchen table. Vinyl was almost in comatose after such a filling meal. She slouched in her seat, drooped down low as her legs splayed lazily to the sides. Her soaked diaper sagged just as lazily as she sat. It took a few moments for Vinyl to notice Octavia who stood over her as she slouched. “What?” she asked with a puzzled expression. Octavia rested her hands on her hips. “Do I have to ask?” Her eyes slowly lowered downward till they stared at Vinyl’s sodden diaper which she had so proudly put on display in her lazy pose. Vinyl shyly closed her legs once they were called attention to. She was never a shy one about other things, but diapers were a soft spot of hers. “Oh alright,” she said as she slid out of her chair, “diaper change it is then.” She huffed as she marched back to Octavia’s bedroom. Once they returned to the bedroom, Octavia slipped back into the bathroom while Vinyl made herself comfortable on the changing mat. A loud squishy flop could be heard as Vinyl’s urine soaked rump made contact with the fabric. Underneath the bathroom sink, Octavia kept everything needed for diaper changes. It was here she tried to keep a steady supply of wipes, powder, and packs of diapers. Or at least that’s where diapers WOULD be, but much to her surprise, their usual stash of padding was completely empty. “Oh dear, I was afraid of this...” Octavia called out from the bathroom. Vinyl looked up from her spot on the bed, “what?” “I’m afraid I must have miscounted our supply,” Octavia answered as she entered the bedroom, “we’re a little short on clean diapers...” “Short?” “We’re fresh out.” “Out!?” Vinyl’s voice squeaked a tiny bit as her thighs instinctively squeezed together, “how can we be out!?” “I think I started losing count after someone doubled up so many times,” Octavia answered, causing Vinyl’s face to flare up with a pink blush. “I’m afraid we’re going to have to pop on over to the store and pick up more.” Vinyl lowered her head as she bashfully looked between her legs. The diaper was absolutely swollen at this point, pushing her legs apart with its bulk, hardly something she felt comfortable with walking around in public with. Her blush darkened as her voice became meek, “n-not even a pull-up or anything?” “Oh don’t worry. You can just put on some pants over your diaper and no one will notice.” Such a thing merited a couple quiet grumbles from Vinyl, but regardless of what she thought about going out in public with a wet diaper, she knew it was necessary. She rolled back off of the bed and hiked up her sagging diaper before venturing back to her room to find something to wear. Octavia got dressed quickly thanks to her well organized dresser drawers. Her shirts had their own drawer, her pants had their own drawer, even her socks were neatly folded and given their own drawer. Vinyl, on the other hand, needed a bit more time, digging through the piles of clothes she had tossed inside her own dresser. She then needed to struggle with her tight fitting jeans a bit before she could manage buttoning them up over her bulbous diaper. By the time Octavia was all dressed up and ventured over to the other bedroom, Vinyl was on her bed squirming, desperately trying to find an extra inch or two of jeans to pull up over her soggy and swollen diaper. “Ready to go?” Octavia asked, subtly smirking at the struggling Vinyl. “A-almost!” Vinyl replied with strain as she gave her jeans one last pull before buttoning it up at the waist. The fit was incredibly tight, but it would have to do. She hopped to her feet to take stock and noticed the diaper left a noticeable bulge around her crotch. It was subtle enough to be missed by most, but she nervously worried over it as she looked at it in the mirror from various angles. “Oh come now. Wear a loose fitting shirt and no one will notice,” Octavia shrugged off, “now come on. I don’t want you getting a rash.” Vinyl huffed and took an extra moment or two to inspect her tight pants. The diaper had no breathing room now, lying flush with her crotch a butt, which at least prevented it from sagging. However such snugness gave her an inescapable feeling of fullness that’d be hard to ignore. She probably would have looked for a looser fitting pair of pants if she had the time, but Octavia was adamant about nudging her out of the house so they could shop. The local supermarket was a large building with everything a typical shopper could need under one roof and within walking distance no less. Clothes separated into men’s,women’s, and children’s sections dominated the center of the warehouse sized building with organized aisles lined up around the sides. Everything from food, paint, and toys could be found among the seemingly endless expanse of the store. A wall of cool, air conditioned air brushed past the two as they entered the store. The place was rather empty this time of day, with only a fourth of it’s long line of registers being open. Hardly anyone shopped so early in the day, especially when there was sunshine and warm weather to enjoy. From the moment they entered, Vinyl kept close to Octavia’s side with a nervous glance about the place. At the very least, Vinyl had less eyes to worry about as she waddled through the store at such an hour. She constantly tugged at the hem of her shirt, self consciously doing anything she could to cover up the obvious bulge in her pants. The quiet muzak did very little to cover up the muffled crinkles that her diaper generated. Most shoppers likely didn’t even notice, but to her the plastic swishing sound was loud and prominent. Regardless of what might have been seen, she did her best to keep up that confident DJ facade that she knew so well. The diaper aisle was easy to find for Octavia, a trip she often took alone in respect of Vinyl’s shyness towards the things. It was a sweet smelling section of the store primarily dominated by brands of baby diapers. The metal shelves were populated with dozens of diapers as well as wipes, toys, and baby shampoo. The size of diapers ranged from tiny newborn foals to larger pairs that would fit an adult pony with the designs usually fitting that particular age range’s preference. However, every so often the clinical, mature package design of “absorbent underwear” for incontinence gave way to bright and vibrant brands that proudly advertised themselves as “adult diapers”. Octavia scanned the diverse inventory of diapers. Dozens of brands in dozens of sizes each caught the attention of buyers with trusted brand logos and eye catching color. She turned the Vinyl, “what brand do we usually get?” Vinyl lowered her head and nervously looked up and down the ailse as if hearing Octavia’s question would somehow clue any stranger in on her diaper wearing habits. She lowered her voice and spoke with a meek voice, “th-the Silly Filly Frilly Pinks...” Octavia scanned the shelves and sure enough there sat a powder pink package with the words “Frilly Pinks” blazoned across its front face. She made sure to grab a couple cases of the diaper, quickly filling up their shopping cart with the brightly packaged things. Among the diapers, Vinyl felt teased by it all. It was like the subtle scents of all that padding in one place sent her subtle reminders of the thick, swollen diaper that was taped snugly around her waist. And on top of that, to be tended to by the surprisingly motherly Octavia was something else. She found it easy to let go around the cellist, finding her presence relaxing in a way. She felt truly cared for by her. During their little shopping trip, her diaper had all cooled down from the initial warm wettings. A mischievous idea popped in her head to suggest that if she were to wet it, just a little bit, the diaper would warm back up and she’d be able to enjoy it more. Already in a soaked diaper, the DJ required very little cohersion to let out a little bit more urine. Unfortunately, shortly after wetting the diaper a bit more, Vinyl realized she gambled with something and lost. That loss came in the form of two small wet spots growing on her inner thighs as the over saturated diaper leaked onto her pants. The urine spots quickly cooled in the open air, clinging to her skin. She only knew to part her thighs farther in hopes that that would somehow lessen the mistake. “Vinyl!” Octavia exclaimed with a loud voice at first, but by the end of the single word her voice had ducked down to a harsh whisper. She looked up and down the aisle to make sure no one saw her friend’s embarrassment. “Vinyl, what are you doing?” Reality came flooding back and with a blush filled face and a meek posture Vinyl replied with a quiet, “I had a little accident, mommy...” Octavia went through a whole wave of emotions with such a response. In a single second she cycled from shock, embarrassment, exhaustion, and finally to a smirky shake of her head. “Oh just what am I going to do with you...?” With their diapers in tow, Octavia guided Vinyl out of the aisle by the hand. Vinyl’s gait now widened to avoid touching the cold, clammy feeling of her urine soaked pants. She looked like a real toddler walking like this and was blushing up a storm. She spent the entire time, from the aisle, through the register line, and then back home staring at the ground. It was invigorating to pee herself in the middle of the store like that, but she could hardly bare the staring eyes she might have provoked by looking around the place as they left. Once they returned home, Octavia went right ahead with packing the diapers away, save for one large package that she plopped right next to the changing pad. “Now then, let’s get that diaper changed,” Octavia stated, guiding Vinyl over to her bed. Vinyl was certainly in dire need of one. Even as Octavia got things set up, a pungent smell of urine permeated from her soaked through diaper and pants. Once she was on her back, Octavia pulled Vinyl’s wet pants off and tossed them into a nearby hamper. “I think you’ve lost pants privileges for a little while,” Octavia scolded as she ripped open a package of diapers, “need to learn your lesson.” Vinyl blushed and meekly closed her legs. The overly swollen diaper put up a bit of resistance. “Oh, I guess that’s only fair...” she replied, only she didn’t seem all that torn up about it. Octavia nodded affirmatively as she ripped the first tape. “And we’re going to be doubling you up,” she quickly added, “I don’t want you leaking all over the place.” “A-alright,” Vinyl answered, bashfully looking away as her diaper was opened up, “you’re the boss...mommy...” Octavia rolled her eyes as she popped open the tub of wipes. Maybe it would be best to keep Vinyl in diapers all the time.