Big Rumble
Chapter Six: Friends With Babysitters
By Scribe Feather
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Rumble actually enjoyed the dependence his brother had on him. After so many years of being the little brother, he grew to like having his brother reliant on him to change his diapers. Every morning Thunderlane would wake up wet and every morning Rumble would be there at his bedroom door with a tub of scented wipes.
At first Thunderlane was understandably humiliated by the thought of having his brother change him. It took a lot of persuasion from Rumble to even get him to lay down during the beginning nights of his diaper wearing.
Of course the clever Rumble countered any argument of Thunderlane’s with a firm, big brother voice. He was always quick to reason with his ‘little brother’, using the same logic he remembered Thunderlane using on him when he was younger.
Things were rough and a lot of what Rumble tried to do led to an argument, but Thunderlane eventually learned to settle into his little brother role. Rumble took control of his nightly routine, telling the bigger stallion when it was time to get ready for bed or brush his teeth.
As grown up and mature Thunderlane claimed to be, Rumble’s interruptions were always responded with a childish groan or fussing. Slowly but surely he was slipping into his little brother role quite well.
“Good morning, little brother!” Rumble called out one morning as he swung Thunderlane’s bedroom door open. He flooded the room with daylight, making the older pony groan.
Thunderlane grumbled something under his breath and pulled a blanket over his head.
“How’s your diaper?” Rumble asked as he tossed aside a section of Thunderlane’s bedsheets.
“Absorbent underwear...” Thunderlane begrudgingly grumbled.
Rumble smirked and ignored the statement. He was so much better at checking Thunderlane’s diapers anyway. A single hoof pressed into Thunderlane’s nighttime diaper, causing a chorus of squishing to sound off. Most of the little wetness indicators had all but disappeared, tinted yellow from a night’s worth of soaking.
“Completely soaked!” Rumble exclaimed, “again.” He then proceeded to pull the blanket completely off Thunderlane’s bed, exposing his brother in all his padded glory. Thunderlane grumbled some more, curling up in a ball to fend off the rush of cool morning air. “Well come on, little brother. I’m not going to let you sleep all day.”
Thunderlane grumbled some more and rolled out of bed as lazily as possible. He rubbed his eyes and let out a big yawn. The first thing on the older stallion’s mind was to rid himself of the cool, clammy feeling diaper that hugged his waist. He let the offending, urine soaked diaper lay where it fell.
“Thunderlane,” Rumble interjected, “that’s not where we put our wet diapers.”
Thunderlane grumbled something in response, pivoting around, and grabbing his rolled up diaper. The garment was tossed into a nearby diaper pail and Thunderlane quickly looked away and scurried out of the room. He could never quite accept the diaper pail in his room, too embarrassed to even admit it was there. He would avoid looking at the bright blue plastic object too shy to think about the number of his diapers that sat inside.
Thunderlane was still his usual self during the day. Without the embarrassment of wearing diapers bogging him down, the stallion was as charismatic as always.
During the day Rumble had very little power over his brother. Without his diapers to remind him of his place, Thunderlane was confident enough to retain his big brother mentality. Unable to do much about that, Rumble was forced to wait it out.
Thunderlane defaulted to his old ways any time he could. He would still laze about his responsibilities, going to great lengths to avoid doing chores and tasks. He would spend a lot of his time during the day hanging out with his friends, Flitter and Cloudchaser.
Rumble was envious about this luxury. Between his own chores, school, and picking up Thunderlane’s slack, the young colt had very little time to do much else. Things were made even tenser when Thunderlane would bring his friends back home.
"Rumble, I thought you were going to clean the kitchen!" Thunderlane called out the moment he walked into the room. It almost seemed like he was doing it in front of Flitter and Cloudchaser on purpose.
"What? That was YOUR job!" Rumble’s voice squeaked at the injustice.
Flitter was quick to interfere before the two brothers could get into another argument. The mare cut in between the two, "don't worry, Rumble. I'll help you," She swiftly pulled the young colt out of room.
Rumble grumbled something under his breath, but reluctantly followed Flitter into the other room. If only Thunderlane was wearing a diaper. Then he wouldn’t have to clean the stupid kitchen.
"He always dumps all the chores on me," Rumble grumbled as his hooves dug into the soapy water filled with dirty dishes, "it's not fair."
Flitter tried her best to keep the colt happy. "Oh Rumble, I'm sure he means well."
"Nu-uh! I have to do EVERYTHING around here because he tells me to! I have to do the dishes, clean my room, changing his dia-..." Rumble's mouth slammed shut, stopping himself immediately. "I...I just have a lot to do..."
"Don't worry too much about it. You have me to lend a hoof."
"Lend a hoof," Rumble quietly repeated to himself as the comment made the wheels turn in his mind. "Hey Flitter, have I shown you my new pocket watch?"
Meanwhile Thunderlane lounged on the living room couch, happily chatting it up with Cloudchaser. He so casually relaxed, talking to Cloudchaser with confidence and flirty disposition.
“Does Rumble have everything covered in there?” Cloudchaser asked.
“Yeah, it’ll be fine. He’s use to having a chore or two to do around the house.”
“Ya sure? He seemed kinda ticked having to clean the kitchen.”
“He’s always such a baby about that stuff,” Thunderlane added, “one of these days we gotta get out alone sometime. Maybe Flitter can babysit.”
Cloudchaser smirked, “are you asking me on a date?”
“I guess that depends,” Thunderlane smirked back, “is that a yes?”
"Thunderlane!” Flitter interrupted, her voice calling out from the kitchen, “could you come in here for a minute!"
Thunderlane let out a quick sigh before hopping off the couch and trotting into the kitchen. Rumble had certainly changed his mood in the brief couple of minutes, now standing with a cocky smile. Flitter stood beside him holding up one of Thunderlane’s diapers.
"It's almost bedtime," Flitter started. “Let’s get your nighttime protection on.”
"Wh-what?! I-"
“I’d do what she says, Thunderlane,” Rumble chimed in, slipping the blue pocket watch out of sight. “Should always do what the babysitter says.”
“I’m not gonna ask again, Thunderlane,” Flitter said.
With his face filled with red blush, Thunderlane reluctantly laid himself on the cool kitchen floor. He could hardly look Flitter in the eyes, cheeks flushed with red.
Without batting an eye, Flitter changed him into his diaper with unusual skill. She taped up the thick, fluffy diaper with the accuracy of a well experienced babysitter. To her, it was like she had always been changing Thunderlane’s diapers.
Rumble was relieved he had thought of this when he did. Having Flitter doing the diaper changing meant he didn’t have to worry about it as much nor was he forced to let Thunderlane do it. Flitter was so much quicker with the task as well. In a matter of minutes, Thunderlane was taped up snuggly in his thick nighttime diaper.
“Now off you go to bed now,” Flitter said.
“B-but it’s not even dark out,” Thunderlane weakly protested, “and Cloudchaser-”
“Straight to bed, young colt.”
Thunderlane shrunk with his ears ducked down. Defeated and forcefully regressed by the scolding, he slunked out of the room.
In order to get to his bedroom, Thunderlane first had to work his way through the living room which meant going past Cloudchaser. The thought terrified the stallion, making him as hesitant as a toddler who was afraid of the dark. The moment he got halfway into the living room he was petrified, his eyes landed on Cloudchaser who still lounged on the couch.
Cloudchaser’s eyes instantly locked on the thick diaper that hung on Thunderlane’s waist. She covered her mouth in delighted shock. “What are you WEARING?!” Her hoof did little to cover up the loud giggles.
“I-I,” Thunderlane stumbled over his words as his tail meekly tried to cover up the large diaper. “N-nuthin!”
“Go on, Thunderlane,” Rumble appeared with an impish grin, “tell Cloudchaser why you’re wearing that.”
“I-I...I’m wearing my nighttime diapers because I wet the bed,” Thunderlane parroted the line as if it was a well rehearsed line in a script.
Cloudchaser snorted, doing her very best not to break out into uncontrollable laughter right there. “I can’t believe it! Has Flitter seen this yet?! Flitter! Come and see this!”
Moments later the other mare trotted out of the kitchen, entering the room with a confident pace. “See what, Cloudchaser?”
“Have you seen the baby’s new pajamas?” Cloudchaser snarked, motioning with a hoof towards the heavily embarrassed Thunderlane.
Flitter took a moment to look at the stallion’s diaper, but didn’t seem all that phased by it. “Yeah?”
“Don’t you think it’s hilarious that a pony Thunderlane’s age is wearing diapers?” Rumble added as his words shivered with stifled laughs.
It was then it finally clicked for the mare. After blinking for a moment, Flitter felt a slight twinge in her forehead before breaking out in a giggle fit.
It didn’t seem like Thunderlane’s cheeks could get any redder. “S-stop laughing!” His voice cracked as he shyly curled back, tail tucked between his legs in embarrassment.
“I think my brother’s just tired after a long day,” Rumble interjected. “I might have to make his bedtime earlier if he’s this fussy.”
“R-Rumble!” Thunderlane squeaked. His intention was to scold his younger brother for talking about him like he was a toddler, but with the diaper on, it sounded like an embarrassed child not liking his parents talking about him.
“We’ll have to continue this tomorrow, girls,” Rumble simply replied.
Cloudchaser smirked and let out another laugh. “Yeah alright, let the ‘baby’ take his nappy nap.” With that comment the cocky pony happily trotted for the main door.“Hey Flitter, ya comin’?”
Flitter looked to Cloudchaser and then to Rumble.
Rumble smirked, “go on ahead. I can keep an eye on the baby on my own.” He stood there like a proud big brother, “that’s what big brothers are for.”
Flitter quickly nodded before following her sister out. That left Rumble and the still blushing Thunderlane alone once more.
Thunderlane scowled at the door, but with the diaper on it looked like he was just pouting. “I don’t want those two over ever again.”
“Oh I think you’ll see them sooner than you think. They are your babysitters afterall.”
Thunderlane felt a sharp pressure in his temples before reluctantly nodded. “Yeah...I guess...I just don’t like it when they tease me about my diapers...”
“Well it is pretty funny to see you waddling around,” Rumble answered, quickly receiving a scowl from his brother. “What?! They’re gonna tease you about them! What did you expect would happen after you started peeing yourself?” Thunderlane didn’t say anything in response. He just quickly mumbled and grumbled. “Now it’s off to bed with you. You need your sleep.”
Thunderlane pouted for a moment, but reluctantly agreed.