//------------------------------// // Chapter Seven: Just a Walk in the Park // Story: [C] Big Rumble // by scribe-feather //------------------------------// Big Rumble Chapter Seven: Just a Walk in the Park By Scribe Feather ✶✶7✶✶ The humiliation of being exposed as a baby to his friends left Thunderlane in a vulnerable state. Rumble took this time to further his treatment. With such a fragile ego, Thunderlane proved to be quite susceptible to more hypnotic suggestion. Rumble proceeded to add more hypnotic triggers to his brother's subconscious. It was nice to have his brother reduced to the status of little brother at night, but the young, adventurous colt wanted more. “Are you comfortable, Thunderlane?” Rumble started one day, expecting no response as his brother slipped into another deep trance. “Good,” the colt grinned, “now you’ve been such a good little brother during the night, wetting the bed like a foal.” Thunderlane couldn’t help but nod, too far under the trace to notice how embarrassing it was to admit. “But little brother’s aren’t just little at night, they have little accidents during the day as well.” Thunderlane nodded in agreement. “Whenever you need to go during the day you will forget what the toilet is. You won’t have any idea what to do with that full bladder.” Thunderlane mumbled something softly that sounded close to agreeing with his brother. He continued to stare blankly into space, eyes half closed. His mind had become rather susceptible to hypnotic suggestion after going through the process with his brother so many times. “Now when I stomp my hoof you will wake up and get ready for the day,” Rumble continued, “I still need to pack your diaper bag.” He stomped his hoof and Thunderlane was quick to break out of his sleepy daze. The big stallion had no memory of the session, but now had a strong drive to gather his things for the day. He was hanging out with Flitter and Cloudchaser after all. Rumble made it his responsibility as the older brother to pack a diaper bag for the trip. He filled an extra duffle bag they had lying around with various bits and bobs they might need. Diapers were one of the first things to be deposited into the bag, followed by wipes and baby powder just in case. He also had a few towels packed up just in case. After topping off the bag with a few more items, Rumble zipped it up and the two were off. The two brothers journeyed out to the public park where Flitter and Cloudchaser were waiting. A thin stoney path cut through the extensive field of green with bunches of trees breaking up the area. Cloudchaser was the first one to notice the other two walking down the path. “Hey Rumble, whats with the bag?” Thunderlanes neck snapped to attention. The big stallion quickly looked over at his brother, color drained from his face as he looked at the other pony with pleaful eyes. Rumble smirked and simply shrugged, “oh you know, just some supplies. Just in case.” Thunderlane let out a sigh of relief, blissfully unaware of the inevitable. “Supplies? You mean like...” Flitter’s words trailed off. Rumble grinned. “Plenty.” The park was certainly well populated for such a lovely day. Ponies dotted the large, grassy field, running and playing in the warm sunshine. Games of tag, hide-and-seek, and catch sprang up all around the group as they walked down the main park path. Occasionally one could spot a picnic blanket spread out on a shady part of grass where ponies enjoyed sandwiches and each other’s company. For Thunderlane and the small group, all they had planned was a simple walk. This allowed them to catch up on things. It seemed like forever ago since he hung out with his friends Flitter and Cloudchaser and it was a pleasure to finally catch up. Topics moved seamlessly from one another, seeing no break in the conversation as the three enjoyed each other’s company. Rumble kept quiet and trailed behind the group. He rolled his eyes in boredom as his brother oh so confidently talked with the mares. Occasionally he would sneak in a reference to Thunderlane’s recently developed bedwetting habits and Cloudchaser and him would have a good laugh about it. However, the clever and charismatic Thunderlane would blush, but quickly change the conversation to something else. That had to change. About halfway through the large park, Rumble decided he had heard enough. He eyed the nearby public bathrooms and smirked to himself. “Hey does anypony need to go to the bathroom while we’re here?” he asked with ill covered smugness. For some strange reason, Thunderlane needed to go all of a sudden. He needed to REALLY go! “I-I’ll be right back,” he said to the rest of the group, his legs subconsciously twisting together to fend off the bladder pains. “I have to...” Thunderlane’s words trailed off as simple concepts like ‘bathroom’ suddenly fled from his mind. His mouth hung open as he grew puzzled. What was he going to do again? “Thunderlane? Thunderlane!” His brother’s voice shook him out of his daydreaming. The stallion shook his head, “what?” Rumble lowered his voice. “You’re...peeing.” Thunderlane blinked for a moment as he realized his inner thighs were cold. His hooves now stood in a warm puddle that was definitely not there a moment ago. “Huh? How!?” “Guess you had too much to drink,” Rumble shrugged with a hidden grin. Cloudchaser held back a giggle as Flitter looked to the stallion with a quiet “aww”. Thunderlane could hardly believe it. He could hardly fathom the world around him as his shocked and embarrassed mind fixated on the large, warm puddle of urine that soaked his hooves. He felt so little, so embarrassed, the least amount of mature he had felt in a long time. Rumble let out an exhausted sigh, “come on. I have towels in my bag.” He pulled the older stallion away from the giggling mares. He slung Thunderlane’s makeshift diaper bag over his shoulder as he led his brother away by the hoof. The two slipped into the small concrete building that outcropped among the grassy plains of the park. The simple, rectangular building had two doorways leading to ‘Mares’ and ‘Stallions’ as the signs outside directed. Thunderlane avoided any eye contact with the other stallions in the bathroom. It was bad enough that his hooves smelled faintly of urine, but now his little brother was ushering him around like a bodyguard. Rumble didn’t seem all that phased by the occasional glare that the two got from a passing pony. They slipped into a big stall and Rumble went right to work. “I’m not gonna take you anywhere if you keep making a mess of yourself,” Rumble exclaimed, plopping his bag on the ground and unzipping the main zipper. He made sure to say it all loud enough for other ponies to hear. “I-I don’t try to!” Thunderlane whined, ears ducking down as his face flared up with embarrassment. “Mhmm,” Rumble dismissed as he used a fluffy towel to soak up the urine that clung to his brother’s fetlocks. “Might be high time you wear diapers during the day too,” Rumble suggested with a shrug. The suggestion made Thunderlane’s face simultaneous become pale with fear and flare up in embarrassment. “There’s no way I’m wearing diapers in public!” “You don’t want to have another accident, do you?” “Well...no, but that was just an-” “An accident,” Rumble finished, “but do you really wanna keep making puddles in front of the girls? All the time?” “I...well...” Thunderlane’s ears drooped as he finally put two and two together, “no...” Rumble smiled, “good.” He pulled out one of Thunderlane’s night time diapers. “Then hold still.” Meanwhile the two mares stood outside the public bathrooms and waited. Cloudchaser was noticeably antsy, struggling to stand still as they were forced to wait on the two brothers. Flitter, on the other hand, continued to watch the doorway leading to the stallion bathrooms. She watched like a concern babysitter, waiting for their charge to come back from using the big boy potty for the first time. After only a few short minutes, Rumble could be seen exiting the building. Behind him walked a shy Thunderlane. Rumble held his head high all proud and responsible like while Thunderlane just didn’t want to be there anymore. The big stallion walked with his head low, his tail and wings doing their best to cover up the thick diaper that now crinkled around his waist. Although Flitter was first to notice the stallion’s change in attire, silently ‘aww’ing at the adorable sight, Cloudchaser was the first to say something about it. She loudly laughed, “wow! ANOTHER diaper? Your brother’s turning onto a real diaper baby, huh Rumble?” Thunderlane grumbled as he was being talked about like he wasn’t there. “Well he shouldn’t be any issue now. That diapers really absorbent,” Rumble grinned as he gave Thunderlane’s diapered rump a light pat. “Plenty of extras too so we should be good for the rest of the day.” The notion made the two girl’s eyes light up. They took a step back and started whispering amongst themselves. A quick jabber sessions was all the two mares needed before they turned back to the two brothers. “Well since he won’t mind being out all day,” Cloudchaser started. “Could we go and get him some new clothes?!” Flitter squealed with a hop. “He’d look so cute in some new clothes!” “I think he could do for some new clothes,” Rumble smugged, “what do you think, Thunderlane?” The young colt looked up at his diapered brother. Thunderlane was much too self conscious about the ponies around them to notice a word. He was too busy looking around the group as they just casually stood there in the middle of the park path. “Thunderlane!” Rumble called out for his brother’s attention. “What?!” Thunderlane jumped a bit as he broke out of his nervous trance. “Uhm...fine. Whatever. Can we just get out of here? Please? Ponies are staring” “What’s to be worried about? Are you wet already?” Thunderlane’s head snapped back as he squeaked out an embarrassed, “n-no!” “I bet the diapers wet already,” Cloudchaser smirked as she tilted her head. “My diaper’s not wet!!” Thunderlane’s voice squeaked again as he used his wings to cover the thick diaper from sight. “Then we’ll have plenty of time to get you adorable new clothes!” Flitter chirped with a happy flutter of her wings. “Something cute for you to wear that's easy to take off for diaper changes. Like a sailor suit!” “Or a ballerina outfit!” Cloudchaser quipped. “Or feetie pajamas!” Flitter added. The two got more and more excited and energetic with each new suggestion. Quite quickly the two became ecstatic with the idea, eagerly pulling the other two along for the ride. Their journey led them to the Carousel Boutique, Ponyville’s esteemed tailor and dress maker. If they needed custom clothes made, the ponies knew that Rarity would be able to help. The boutique was rather quiet inside with no customers in sight. Ponies were much too busy enjoying the sunshine to be hold up inside for dress fittings or to look over sketches. The bell over the front door cut through the silence of the building like a bolt of lightning. Rarity poked her head out from the back room. “Oh hello!” she happily chirped, trotting into the room. “Welcome to Carousel Boutique, where every garment is chic, unique, and...” As she closed the space between her and the other ponies, Rarity’s eyes locked onto the thick diaper that loudly crinkled between Thunderlane’s back legs. “I uhm...w-what can I do for you today.” “We wanted to get this adorable stallion some custom clothes,” Flitter was the first to speak up, cheerfully hopping to Thunderlane’s side with a smile. “His wardrobe is rather lacking.” Rarity stood frozen, only being able to blink at the sight. As Flitter went on, it was obvious that these ponies weren’t kidding around. After a few minutes of silence, Rarity finally spoke. “I’ll just need to take some initial measurements to compensate for his...extra clothing,” Rarity cleared her throat uncomfortably. With a glow of her horn a yellow measuring tape rushed onto the scene. Thunderlane bashfully looked at the ceiling as the task began. It seemed to have been the only place he could look that wasn’t a constant reminder of what was transpiring. Rarity seemed just as embarrassed about his ordeal by proxy. Measuring his hoof size, neck, and head was one thing, but she hesitated every time she came close to his thick diaper. She took the proper measurements, the inseam and the waistline, as professionals do, but she did it with a slight cringe and a craned neck as if touching the diaper somehow made her hooves burn. As he was subjected to a rather invasive measuring session, Thunderlane tried to distract his mind. He continued to stare at the ceiling, hoping that the pink and lavender colors would somehow entertain his embarrassed mind for a little longer. Sadly there wasn't much to look at so he did his best to occupy his mind. He tried to forget that he was in a diaper and currently being poked and prodded by Rarity. Amongst the various thoughts that tried to occupy his brain space, an idle thought in the back of his mind suggested he should use the bathroom soon. The thought of using the bathroom, however, was quick and fleeting. The moment it entered the diapered stallion's mind, his body had already set things into motion. Thunderlane felt the color drain from his face as a warmth began to dribble into his diaper. He tried to stand absolutely still as if moving would somehow make his big accident get noticed. He cringed as he felt the urine creep through his diaper, swelling up the padding in it’s wake. Rarity’s measuring tape was running along Thunderlane’s diapered inseam just his bladder loudly swelled up the diaper. The moment she caught a glimpse the growing yellow spot of urine her hooves instinctively coiled back. “Uh! Maybe we should take a break and gather ourselves,” the white unicorn hastily said as she took a step away from the diapered pony who was still in the middle of wetting himself. With Rarity gone, Thunderlane’s legs instinctively started to squeeze together as a failed attempt at fending off the rest of the leaking urine. "Oh no! No no no!" Thunderlane exclaimed in a panicked whisper. Rumble tsked and rolled his eyes. His older brother was helpless without him. “Don’t worry, bro. I brought extras right here.” He patted his bag for emphasis. He then turned towards Rarity who was still stunned at the diapered stallion. “Would you mind if I changed him before we started again? It’ll only take a minute.” “I...Suppose,” Rarity blinked, too busy with conflicting emotions to properly comprehend what was unfolding in front of her. “Come on, lil bro,” Rumble said as he took Thunderlane by the hoof. The bigger stallion obediently followed along. Rumble guided his brother to the far side of the shop, setting up supplies near the farther walls. Thunderlane was well attuned to the routine by now. The moment he saw Rumble spread out the changing mat he laid on top of it without question. His face remained red throughout the whole thing as his eyes refused to look up. He could feel the mares on the other side of the room staring at the whole thing. “Good thing you got such a responsible big brother,” Rumble commented, pulling out a container of wipes, powder, and a fresh diaper. Thunderlane gave his brother a quick nod of acknowledgement, but wished he’d hurry up. Whenever he wasn’t keeping his eyes closed from the embarrassment, the diapered stallion tried to distract himself by staring up at the vaulted ceiling. Rarity did her best not to stare. She tried to keep herself with idle tasks around the shop, doing her best not to pay mind to the semi-public diaper change. It was unclear how long the unicorn had been standing there, but when the diaper change finally concluded Rarity shook her head and broke away from the spectacle. She tried to shake off the moment with a clearing of her throat. “Yes well. Uhm. If you would please stand up on the stage here we can start tailoring some clothes” Thunderlane scurried up onto the stage, his face a permanent shade of red. “So uhm...what did you have in mind?” Rarity said, almost afraid to ask. “Something cute to start off!” Cloudchaser exclaimed. “A sailor suit!” Flitter added. “A sailor suit? Sure that can be doable,” Rarity answered, “I already have patterns for a foal’s sailor costume. So all I have to do is just...make it bigger...Anything else?” She cringed at the last question, worried if it might get worse. Thunderlane could hardly make out the mares’ conversation, but he knew it couldn’t be good. It was unclear how long Thunderlane stood there on the stage with his diaper view to the entire world. Various fabrics drifted over his body as Rarity used countless needles to hold her place. Eventually, after hours of standing and having his body measured and clothed over and over, the group finally departed. Flitter carried out a whole slew of clothing boxes, each containing different cute outfits for Thunderlane to wear. If she had her way, he would have left the place wearing one. The sun was beginning to set when the group left the Carousel Boutique. Rumble was kind enough to suggest that they all head back home and have some ice cream. Rarity was nice enough to insist she had too much work to do. Thunderlane was more then eager to get out of the place and back home. At least he could hide safely back home. The diapered stallion practically led the group back home, ears ducked down and eyes darting from one direction to the next as they briskly made it back home. "Alright, Thunderlane," Rumble said as he let the makeshift diaper bag plop down by the door. "Bed time." The very idea made Thunderlane's head snap to attention, "what? But I thought...the ice cream..." “Straight to bed with you, Thunderlane,” Rumble said. The older pony glanced at his soggy diaper and then to Flitter and Cloudchaser. Lowering his voice and head closer to his brother first he meekly whispered, “b-but I...my diaper?” “Off you go!” Rumbled shooed. “Here Thunderlane, Ill help you into your new jammies,” Flitter smiled, giving Thunderlane’s diaper a reassuring pat. “And a dry diaper. “Night night diaper pants,” Cloudchaser laughed. Thunderlane grumbled something under his breath as Flitter guided him up the steps. The stallion had a distinct waddle in his gait as he navigated the steps. “Sorry about all this diaper business,” Rumble started, “I don’t know what’s come over Thunderlane lately.” “I don't mind it as much as I'd think I would," Cloudchaser shrugged, "Flitter’s always going on about how cute he looks in his diapers and how dependent he is on others. I guess I just feel sorry for him, wallowing around in a wet diaper all day.” “He is kinda hopeless when it comes to his diapers,” Rumble nodded, “you thinking you two can keep an eye on him when I’m not around?” “You mean like babysit?” “Thats one way to put it.” “I’m sure we could! I know Flitter would enjoy that.” “Then it’s a deal!” Rumble smiled.