I had a terrible, vivid nightmare. I was still stuck in the diaper, and Ponyville was under attack, but the garment adorning my flanks got so huge from repeated wettings that I could not leave my bedroom beacuse I got wedged in the door. The monsters attacking the town eventually found their way into the castle, and approached me. I woke up right as a huge clawed paw struck at my head.
The first thing I noticed after I regained some composure from the bad dream was an odd smell filling my room. The second and third things were some warm lump sticking to my flanks and bottom disgustingly and the fact that my cramps were gone. Even with my sleep deprived brain I quickly pieced the puzzle together, and realized I have defecated in the diaper during the night.
It was gross, but not only that: very unhygienic. I wanted a bath, or at least a shower, so I stepped in the tub and turned on the water. While attempting to clean myself, I ended up getting hot water inside the stupid thing, causing it to swell ridiculously and some of the solid contents to spill out and run down my legs. That gave me an idea. I pushed what was left in me out into the now sodden diaper and kept the hot water running into it. It got clean for sure, but now the absorbent material was filled to its capacity.
I attempted to dry it out with a drying spell, and then with my manedrier - both ended up with the thing striking me with jolts of electricity. That was further proof that this was not my fault, but an elaborate prank. I made a mental note to ask Pinkie Pie about it as soon as I was able to leave the castle. Eventually I gave up trying to dry the garment and just washed my legs and mane. Regardless of the amount of shampoo I used, the obscene smell remained.
I just finished drying my fur when I heard the bell ring. I waddled to the front door and peeked out, to see it was R the friend who asked for my help. She asked if I had her cure, and when I shook my head, she explained that she needed it badly because she was foalsitting three fillies tonight and did not want them to see her in her nighttime diapers. I told her that in fact I could use her help, and she agreed, but upon entering she noticed the stench coming from me and quickly changed her mind.
I felt ashamed and gross. I skipped both breakfast and lunch, working on the designs of the Magic Identifier Mark III, which should be able to make readings of even the strongest of alicorn magic. In the afternoon, hunger overpowered my feelings of disgust and I managed to eat half a sandwich, before noticing my intense need to pee. After these days it became almost normal for me to relieve myself as soon as that feeling arose, so I just went for it, quickly regretting it as I noticed urine running down my hindlegs and forming a puddle around my hooves. Revolted again by my actions, I picked up a mop and cleaned up my "accident".
I spent the afternoon repeating the first days' process, but I did not hold back now. After tugging at the thing with my hooves and teeth, I tried cutting it off, then burning it off, then blasting it off (I nearly destroyed my tail with that, but I just could not care anymore). The damn piece of plastic just hung there, almost as if it was mocking me, unhurt and as white as new (except for the yellow discoloration that now covered it from the tailhole right up to where the tapes were stuck on). At that point I was crying, but then forced myself to stop.
I could not give up that easily. Sure, being stuck in this clingy, gross garment broke my spirit and got dangerously close to breaking my mind as well, but I would not give up. I promised myself, right there and then, that I would solve this or get a diaper rash trying. And so I went back to my blueprints for the MIMIII and kept working on them until I started nodding off. When I was so tired I could not keep my eyes open, I got up, sat in the bath tub while I wet my diaper again so I would not need to mop up this time, then spread a stack of towels in my bed before lying down in it. Spike comes back tomorrow if all goes well, and I can get to work. And I will be one step closer to unlocking this diaper, and its secrets.
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Crinklestuck
Short StoryTwilight sparkle writes her experiences of her diaper in her journal.