//------------------------------// // Chapter Eight: Now With A Rabbit // Story: [C] Big Rumble // by scribe-feather //------------------------------// Big Rumble Chapter Eight: The Babysitters By Scribe Feather ✶✶8✶✶ Some time passed after that rather embarrassing trip to the tailors. During this time the two brothers got more and more into their roles, finding the fit strangely appropriate. Rumble would occasionally put Thunderlane under a trance to refresh some things, but for the most part he was happy to see how far his brother had come. Now Thunderlane wore diapers to bed every night and woke up wet just about every morning. Diapers were still incredibly embarrassing for the stallion to wear, something his old mind set still held true no matter how many hypnotic suggestions worked their way into his subconscious. Diapers were part of his regular attire during the day as well, there was very little times he wasn’t wearing a diaper. And Rumble was there to change his brother whenever the need arose. Sometimes he would feel rather lazy and give Thunderlane the command that allowed him to change himself. These self diaper changes were very very rare and were never something Rumble would want to make a habit. The last thing he would want is for Thunderlane to understand he could take care of all his baby stuff on his own. It was a difficult thing to do, to change his brother’s diaper every day, but Rumble enjoyed it most of the time. The control and authority he had over his older brother was worth any amount of diaper changing he had to do. Today however, was different. Today would be the first day Thunderlane was babysat by Cloudchaser and Flitter and, cleverly enough, Rumble failed to tell his brother. He figured it’d be worth the surprise and he’d be sure to get every juicy detail of the day from Flitter and Cloudchaser when he got back from school. Now all that was needed was to wait for the two mares to arrive for their first day on the job. Rumble got an early start on the day and trotted around the house excitably. Strangely enough he didn’t mind waking up early for school. He hardly stressed out about it all. He was much too enthusiastic about what would happen while he was gone. He made sure everything was in place for the two sisters’ arrival. He double checked Thunderlane’s room to ensure the stallion was still sleeping soundly and that his package of diapers were proudly put on display out in the open. He made sure the place was clean and that everything was in place. Finally, as a last detail, he pulled out his blue pocket watch and place it on the living room coffee table. As if on cue, there was a knock on the door followed by the sound of it opening and two ponies walking in. “Hello? We’re here!” Flitter’s voice could be heard as the front door closed. "Right on time!" Rumble chirped as he hopped off the couch to greet the two mares. Flitter happily smiled down at the young colt as Cloudchaser just gave him an acknowledging nod. “Good morning, Rumble,” the mare chirped, “ready for school?” “Oh yeah, I was just about to leave,” Rumble answered, "why don't you two have a seat. I wanted to discuss a few things before I left for school." Cloudchaser and Flitter thought nothing of it as the innocently sat on the couch as the colt trailed off elsewhere. Rumble quickly grabbed the pocket watch and dangled it from it’s chain in front of the two mares. “What did you want to discuss?” Flitter asked, her eyes slowly starting to stare at the swaying pocket watch more and more. Cloudchaser mirrored her sister’s movements as well. “Just a few things before I leave ya,” Rumble answered with a casual shrug, “you know like where all the food is, emergency contacts, Thunderlane’s diapers...” By the time Rumble finished off his passive list, the two mares had already fallen under a trance. They lazily stared at the pocket watch with half awake eyes. “Schools about to start so I’m gonna have to make this quick,” Rumble said mostly to himself as he noted the unresponsive blinks from the two mares. "Now Flitter,” he started, turning his attention towards the mare. “I'm happy to see how much you embarrass Thunderlane with your cooing, but I want to add to that." A twinge of excitement spurred from this anticipation. "Obviously he's an adult, but that doesn't mean you can't use babytalk and pinch his cheeks like a real foal," he continued, "just remember that he WANTS this stuff. He WANTS to wear diapers and all that foalish stuff..." Rumble grinned impishly, “you’re just here to quietly encourage it!” Flitter just nodded in response, her eyes hardly leaving the pocket watch that continued to sway oh so gently from left to right. Rumble allowed the new commands to sink in before he turned his attention towards Cloudchaser. The other mare’s eyes seemed to snap to attention when he faced her. "As for you Cloundchaser, I'm liking how you keep teasing my brother when you see him in his diapers. Let's do more of that," Rumble exclaimed excitably, "in fact, remember how he asked you out that one time? You found that hilarious right? Because you prefer mature stallions, not diaper wearing colts." He couldn’t stop smiling as he continued, "he might try his moves on you again, but just remember how funny he looks in those diapers." Much like her sister, Cloudchaser nodded once Rumble had finished, confirming that his suggestions stuck. “Excellent!” Rumble grinned, tucking the blue pocket watch under a wing. “Now get ready to snap out of it at the sound of my hooves. Ready?” Rumble paused for a moment, looking over at the two mares who continued to stare blankly into space. He loudly clopped a hoof against the floor snapping the two out of their trance. The two sister squinted, rubbing their temples as they slowly climbed out of the hypnotic daze. Their minds, foggy at first, required a moment or two to clear up. Sights and sounds were a bit blurry as reality slowly came back. Rumble smiled, "like I was saying, could you pick me up after school, Flitter?" Flitter shook her head to get rid of the foggy daze, "oh...y-yeah sure. I can do that." "Great!" Rumble chirped as he grabbed his school bag. "Well then you two have fun! Thunderlane should still be upstairs sleeping. He'll probably need a diaper change by now. Let me know if he gives you any trouble.” “He shouldn’t be any trouble at all,” Flitter answered warmly. “See ya later!” Rumble called as he trotted out the door. For the first time ever, he found himself running to school, figuring that the faster he got there, the faster the day would be over with. He was excited to see what would become of his diaper wearing brother. That left the two sisters in charge of Thunderlane whether he liked it or not. Flitter and Cloudchaser walked into the kitchen to rustle up something to eat. Flitter went right to work, digging out a selection of pots and pans for cooking. Ingredients like eggs, milk, and flour were also gathered into a pile on a countertop. She turned her head only slightly from her project to talk to her sister. "Could you grab Thunderlane while I make breakfast?" "Yeah sure," Cloudchaser chuckled, "I'll go wake the baby up." As Flitter toiled away in the kitchen, Cloudchaser trotted up the stairs. She quickly found Thunderlane’s bedroom, only a door away from the bathroom, which she found hilariously ironic. His bedroom was contrastingly adult despite the package of diapers that sat in clear view on the dresser. Thunderlane slumbered soundly in his warm bed. A blanket laid sloppily across his body, hardly covering up the thick nighttime diaper that was taped around his waist. The diaper had grown quite swollen and yellow from a night's worth of soaking. Nestled in the crook of one of his forehooves rested a fluffy pink rabbit plush dressed in a frilly little dress that was held oh so delicately in his grip. Cloudchaser snerked at the sight. What a baby! "Hey! Wake up, baby pants. It's breakfast time!" Thunderlane needed a few nudges to even try and respond. He mumbled something in response, hardly realizing that Cloudchaser was in the room. He slowly turned himself around, taking his time with it as his eyes lazily blinked awake. He moved around onto his back, sleepily staring up at Cloudchaser. When he finally realized she could see his diapers, his eyes grew wide as color drained from his face. "Wh-what are you doing in here?!" he exclaimed, hastily grabbing at whatever blankets he could to cover up his bottom half. "You mean Rumble didn't tell you?" Cloudchaser smirked, "me an' Flitter are here to babysit you." Thunderlane frowned at the answer, "babysit? I don't need b-babysitters." "No?" Cloudchaser scoffed before giving Thunderlane's soggy diaper a few firm pats. "Your bedwetting says otherwise." The stallion blushed heavily, curling up in embarrassment and pulling the rabbit plushie close to his chest. He didn't even try arguing that point. "Now come on," Cloudchaser continued, "Flitter's got breakfast waiting for us downstairs." As an added bit of encouragement, she forcefully tugged the blanket off of Thunderlane's bed, fully exposing his diapered state. Thunderlane could hardly react fast enough. Once fully exposed, he instinctively gasped, curling up and hugging the pink bunny plush even closer to his chest. He paused for a moment, silently hoping Cloudchaser would leave his room or turn around orsomething that would give him some privacy, but the mare didn't budge. Reluctantly he pulled himself out of bed, his back legs bowing out to cope with the swollen padding in between. “Hurry up,” Cloudchaser said with a wave of her hoof, “don’t want the food to get cold.” Thunderlane paused, his back legs shyly closing a bit. “A-aren’t you gonna...you know, change me?” He meekly asked. “Not if I can help it,” Cloudchaser answered, “the fewer baby diapers I have to change, the better.” That answer seemed enough for Thunderlane, even if it wasn’t the one he was hoping for. The diapered stallion grew silent and lowered his head. He didn’t bother trying to ask again. He held the bunny plushie close, to which Cloudchaser chuckled and rolled her eyes. He didn’t know why, but he just didn’t want to let go of the rabbit, maybe a few more minutes. The two ponies made their way back downstairs where sugary scents already wafted about. Noise of sliding plates and clanking pans could be heard from the kitchen as Flitter worked away. Thunderlane’s entrance was loudly announced by the constant crinkling that came from his thick nighttime diaper. Flitter responded in kind, turning away from the fiery hot stovetop. “Good morning, Thunderlane!” Flitter cheerfully sang. “G-good morning, Flitter,” Thunderlane replied much less enthusiastically. “Did you sleep well?” Flitter asked. “Uhm, y-yeah,” Thunderlane replied, his tail instinctively swooping to the side to cover up his yellow diaper. “I-I slept alright...” “He’ll probably need a diaper change too,” Cloudchaser chimed in, much to Thunderlane’s embarrassment, “that things absolutely soaked!” Flitter craned her head around to fully glance over Thunderlane’s diaper, “hm, yeah, I suppose you’re right. But there’ll be plenty time for that after breakfast!” “B-but I-” Thunderlane tried to say, but was quickly cut short. "Oh my gosh, Thunderlane," Flitter exclaimed looking at the pink rabbit nestled in Thunderlane’s hooves, "who's your little friend?" "Fluffy BunBuns!" Thunderlane blurted out, startled by how ready he was with the answer. "She's my favorite toy and I can't sleep without her!" He said the lines with such preparedness like he had repeated the line a hundred times before. Unbeknownst to him, the fluffy pink bunny was planted by his younger brother. Rumble had already worked a few extra suggestions into Thunderlane's hypnosis. Now the grown stallion saw the pink rabbit as his sleeping companion and couldn't go a night without her. His mind was filled with false memories about the countless nights he spent sleeping with her. "Fluffy...BunBuns?" Cloudchaser repeated with an obnoxious laugh, "you actually named that pink thing?!" "That's a wonderful name," Flitter interrupted, "I bet you and Fluffy are ready for some breakfast." "Mhmm," the stallion meekly nodded, waddling further into the room. Flitter was nice enough to pull out a chair for Thunderlane, even going as far as to pulling out a chair for the rabbit plushie as well. Cloudchaser couldn’t help, but laugh as Thunderlane gently placed his rabbit plushie delicately in her seat, adjusting her little pink dress before sitting himself down.. Thunderlane blushed as his soggy diaper loudly squished against the hardwood chair. His head remained low as he occasionally stole a glance up at Cloudchaser who continued to snerk at the sight. “I hope you’re hungry,” Flitter chimed in, “I made my famous chocolate chip pancakes.” She promptly slid a plate of pancakes in front of Thunderlane, three delicious looking discs of batter lightly dressed in syrup and topped with partially melted butter. Thunderlane licked his lips and quickly picked up his fork. He only managed to get as far as sticking his fork into the small stack before he heard Cloudchaser chime in. “Do you need one of us to feed ya as well?” The mare smirked, cuasing Thunderlane to look up. “I-I can still feed myself,” Thunderlane weakly responded. He noted the stack of pancakes that sat in front of Cloudchaser. Just plain ones for her, with some blueberries on top, a healthier, more “mature” looking dish then Thunderlane’s. “You sure you don’t want a bib first?” Cloudchaser joked again. “I don’t use a bib!” Thunderlane firmly exclaimed, involuntarily squeaking when he did. “Now now, Thunderlane. No need to get fussy,” Flitter called out from the stove, “she’s just watching out for you.” Regardless, Thunderlane dug right into his meal, undeterred by Cloudchaser’s snarky comments. The pancakes were fluffy and practically melted in his mouth. There seemed to be just the right amount of chocolate chips in each bite he chewed. Flitter joined the other two at the table with her own plate shortly after. However she hardly dug through her breakfast, much too busy awing at the adorable Thunderlane who continued to eat his food. Thunderlane invested much of his concentration in proving Cloudchaser wrong. Just because he wore diapers, didn’t mean he was a complete foal. Sure he had babysitters watching him and had a newly expanded wardrobe of baby outfits, but he could feed himself. Feeding himself was easy! “Thunderlane!” Flitter’s voice suddenly barged into his headspace, shaking Thunderlane out of his thoughts. “Wh-what?” Thunderlane looked up confused. “Were you listening?” Flitter replied. Cloudchaser smirked, “probably too distracted with filling up those diapers to pay attention.” Thunderlane pouted and quickly went on the defensive. “O-of course I was paying attention!” Flitter binked for a second, momentarily acquiring the same expression a mother would when catching their foal in a lie. “Well okay then,” she simply said, “do you want to after breakfast?” “U-uhm...y-yeah sure yeah,” Thunderlane quickly answered before turning back to his breakfast. He had a quick panic attack as he finished his pancakes. What did he even agree to? Throughout the remainder of breakfast, Thunderlane couldn’t shake the worried thought that hung in his brain. It was certainly not something big enough to take away from the delicious chocolate chip pancakes, but it was predominantly enough to hang around in the back of his mind. Breakfast wrapped up without issue. The three ponies finished their meal one by one with Thunderlane, interestingly enough, stopping last. “Delicious stuff as always Flitter,” Cloudchaser exclaimed, leaning back in her seat with a satisfied pat on her belly. “Thanks, Cloud,” Flitter answered in kind, “did you enjoy your pancakes Thunderlane?” “Oh! Y-yeah, I did,” Thunderlane quickly answered after swallowing the last of his breakfast. “Suppose we should change you now,” Flitter commented, standing up from her seat. “I got dishes!” Cloudchaser quickly swooped in, grabbing the plates and forks off the table and stacking them by the sink. “I can handle clean up. YOU can get diaper duty.” Flitter smirked with a little shake of her head. “Yeah alright. I’ll do it.” She then turned to Thunderlane, motioning towards the door with a hoof. “After you, Thunderlane.” Thunderlane blushed as his head instinctively lowered a tiny bit. He quickly began scurrying off towards the upstairs steps. “Uhm, Thunderlane?” Flitter called out, causing the diapered stallion to turn back around. She held his pink rabbit plushie up in the air, wiggling it a bit to call attention to it. “You forgot Fluffy.” Thunderlane swiftly retrieved his sleeping buddy. How could he have been so foolish? He almost left Fluffy Bunbuns all alone in the kitchen! With his plushie in tow, Thunderlane waddled back up to his bedroom. He lead the way for Flitter who followed close behind, likely getting an eye full of his soggy and swollen diaper butt. Flitter took control of the situation once they entered the room. She made a beeline for the open package of diapers that still stood in broad daylight on top of Thunderlane’s bedroom dresser. “Lay on down for me, will you?” Flitter said, holding one of Thunderlane’s diapers in her hooves. Thunderlane nodded and complied. He slowly lowered himself down to the carpeted floor, too embarrassed to point out that those were his nighttime diapers and were unnecessarily thick for the day. Flitter gathered some wipes and baby powder, items that were easily found in the dresser’s top drawer. Thunderlane could only stare up at the ceiling in embarrassment as Flitter kneeled down close to his crotch. He flinched a tiny bit as she started to pull at the tapes that only barely strained to hold the swollen padding together. Flitter handled the task professionally and, much to Thunderlane’s embarrassment, like a mundane task like changing a light bulb or doing laundry. She changed his diaper so casually, undeterred by the stallion’s growing embarrassment. The diaper was opened up and rolled up into a ball with little issue, only sparking even more blush to grow on Thunderlane’s face. Cool, scented wipes cleaned up the area, delicately wiping up whatever residual urine had clung to Thunderlane’s crotch. He now resorted to covering his face up with his plushie, too shy to even look at Flitter. Baby powder was generously added, sprinkling the area with a thin white sheet. And before he knew it, a fresh diaper was slipped under his butt and taped around his waist securely. “That takes care of that!” Flitter called out, marking the end of the diaper change. Thunderlane couldn’t help but exhale a sigh of relief. Despite how embarrassing the diapers were, nothing beat the feel of a fresh diaper. He had to pause a moment or two as the world fell away around him because of the feeling. A new diaper after spending so long in a soggy one was oddly pleasurable and, in a strange way, looked forward to. “You’re going to have to stand up if you want me to put this on you,” Flitter’s voice was suddenly heard. “W-what?” Thunderlane’s head snapped to look up at the mare. Flitter stood over him holding an outfit from his closet. Hung on a big plastic hanger dangled the embarrassingly adorable sailor suit he was fitted in the last time he was in the Carousel Boutique. The outfit was design with cuteness and convenience for the caretaker in mind. It’s clean cut, white fabric was complimented well by the blue pants and necktie. Sturdy, metal snaps lined the inseam to open up for easy diaper changes. At this point it was practically a costume for toddlers and merely a sailor suit by name alone. “Stand up so I can dress you,” Flitter said, wagging the outfit in front of her. “I don’t want to ruin your new sailor suit trying to dress you up on the ground.” “Dress me up?!” Thunderlane squeaked. “Of course,” Flitter answered, “you said you wanted to.” “But I DON’T wanna!” Thunderlane replied with an immature whine. “Now Thunderlane,” Flittered answered, a bit firmer and sterner this time, “bad boys refuse to get dressed when their babysitter tells them to. Are you a bad boy?” “No...” the stallion said meekly, almost sounding like a child at that point. “Good, then stand up,” Flitter said firmly. She patiently waited for the diapered stallion to pull himself off the ground. Thunderlane desperately tried to move as slow as possible in one last effort to stall. Flitter went right to work once Thunderlane was ready. She handled each piece of the outfit with delicate hooves, ensuring each seam was straight and the sides were even. Thunderlane’s diapered flank was covered up almost instantly by the first layer of the outfit. Snap by snap, the crotch was slowly closed up around the diaper that loudly bulged the back of with its bulk. And just when he thought it was over, Flitter topped off the outfit with an adorable sailor hat that she pulled out of nowhere. “Aw, don’t we just look ADORABLE!” She cooed and squealed. “Yeah I guess...” Thunderlane replied with slumped shoulders. Now freshly dressed up in his new embarrassing getup, Thunderlane looked himself over in the full body mirror. He cringed at the sight, almost too embarrassed to even look at himself. The sailor suit made every inch of him look like a foal and seemed to amplify the bulky bulge of his thick diaper. “There’ll be plenty of time to stare at your cute little butt later, Thunderlane,” Flitter chimed in, stepping in the way of Thunderlane and his reflection. “I want Cloudchaser to take a look at you and then you can play with some of your toys. Does that sound nice?” She didn’t wait for an answer and simply gently ushered Thunderlane out of the room. Thunderlane walked stiffly back downstairs, waddling with loud crinkles in each step. Cloudchaser was already lounge on the couch, lazily sprawled across the furniture. Her ears perked up as she looked towards Thunderlane when he reentered. She started to laugh almost immediately. "Wow, Thunderlane! Great outfit," she found the sight absolutely hilarious. "He looks adorable, doesn't he?" Flitter cooed, adjusting a seam on Thunderlane's suit, "he was practically BEGGING me to put him in it! And now I can see why!" “Begging, huh?” Cloudchaser laughed, completely convinced, “well just hope the baby’s diaper doesn’t leak and ruin his new clothes.” Thunderlane let out a fussy sound as he pouted a tiny bit at the teasing. It’s not like he actually WANTED to wear this stupid costume. “We’ll keep a close eye on him,” Flitter answered, patting Thunderlane on the rump. “Now why don’t you sit down on the floor and play. I brought some toys over so you wouldn’t be bored.” Thunderlane waddled closer to the middle of the living room where a collection of toys laid scattered across the floor. The selection ranged from big plastic building blocks to soft toys made entirely out of plush, all of them brightly colored and bulky in size. “I wasn’t sure which ones you’d want to play with so I borrowed a variety from our aunt’s,” Flitter explained. “She’s got a toddler too, dresses him up in little sailor suits just like you. Diapers are a little smaller on him though,” Cloudchaser decided to add with a teasing tone. “I think you’re cuter though,” Flitter cooed, “have fun!” Thunderlane was gently guided into a sitting position near the center of all the toys. Flitter and Cloudchaser seated themselves on the couch, quickly finding means of entertainment to occupy their time. The diapered stallion shyly picked up one of the building blocks. He didn’t want to play with any of these childish toys, but he surely wouldn’t be able to do anything else until Rumble came home. He was determined to keeping his diapers dry. He didn’t want to give Flitter and Cloudchaser the satisfaction. He only hoped that he’d be able to hold it in.