Crinklestuck

Day 4

Surprising myself, I woke up well-rested and energetic today. I thought "Today's the day things finally get fixed!", and that cheered me up instantly. Without a single care, I just released my morning pee into the diaper (after making sure I still had the towels under me). I almost enjoyed how the cold dampness turned into much warmer wetness. I stayed like that for a while, then crawled out of bed with a big smile on my face as the layers of wool soaked up the leaked urine.
I was humming a song to myself as I made breakfast (fried spinach and medium eggs), even made some for Spike for when he would get home. When the urge to go number two hit me, I just squatted right there in the corridor and got it out. The faint smell got renewed, but with such a hopeful state of mind I did not feel bothered by it at all. I thought about cleaning the mess like I did yesterday, but figured it can wait.
I kept checking the door every five minutes to see if Spike arrived yet. Thinking about how I was getting close to finally fixing things I let myself relax for a change.
Side note: that was a bad choice of words.
Side note #2: Do not let Celestia read this. Ever.
Side note #2 fix: Do not let anypony read this. Ever.
For the first time since that gross incident last morning, I sat down to read a book, completely forgetting what I was going to sit in. Oddly enough, instead of making me gag, it felt strangely... nice. I could compare it to a hot mud bath at the spa, only directing all that heat and sliminess to a mare's most sensitive regions. My first thought obviously was that I was finally going insane, but then I began to wonder. I muttered to myself, "Is it possible that Pinkie meant this when she told me to have fun?" I shifted my weight and the contents of the diaper shifted along, squishing against my inner thighs and what was between them. Alarms began to go off in my head, reminding me of how disgusting and infectous all that mess was, but my body objected to that by sending intense feelings from every nerve ending from that area up along my spine and into my head.
I was dizzy, but a good kind of dizzy. I laid back and driven by some sick curiosity pushed the diaper against myself with a hoof. I could almost see stars from the intensity of the sensation, and I could feel waves of hot and cold rushing through my body. I knew this feeling of course, but to experience it by rubbing such a disgusting thing against my body... then the perverted thoughts continued, and I lit up an anti-magic field around myself, causing the diaper to tremble and vibrate against me. It did not take long until the orgasm kicked in, and I was just lying there in the middle of my library, twitching and gasping, and adding vaginal secretions to the repulsive mixture of matter already residing between the plastic and my fur. The feeling was greater or equal to when a stallion rutted me, but that is irrelevant to this journal.
An hour later, after collecting myself and finally deactivating the anti-magic zone, I decided to clean up the leaks of various colors from the floor. I was half finished when I heard the bell ring. I rushed to the door and screamed "Spike, you're back!" at the top of my lungs, grinning... then noticed the mailmare standing there, confused and scrunching her nose when my odors hit her, one eye on my face and the other on my plastic-clad bottom. She said sorry eleven times before hoofing me the letter she brought, and another seven times after. She then left in a hurry and I felt like an idiot.
appendix #1: Spike's letter
"Dear Twilight,
Sorry but I'm not coming back today. One of the compn campo parts you requested had to be ordered from the Cri Crystal Empire and they can only get it tomorrow morning. Hope you're not too mad at me. I'll bring you some donuts from Joe's to cheer you up. See you tomorrow!
Spike"
That sure managed to make my happiness and hope sink. Once again I realized how gross I was feeling, and laid down to finally finish the novel I started four days ago, before this whole ordeal began. After reading the last page and eating leftover spinach and eggs for lunch, I returned to the bath tub to take care of a sure-to-happen leak when I peed right through my diaper, then finished the MIMIII blueprints in twenty three minutes. Soon enough boredom kicked in, so I picked up an erotic booklet Rarity gave me on my last birthday, read the first few pages and decided it was even duller than staring at the ceiling. After putting a new anti-magic field around myself, it became a lot more enjoyable, and I ended up spending the remainder of the day like that. Then a small dinner, some necessary urination and defecation squatting in the bathtub, cleaning the mess sticking to my flanks with hot water, and eventually much needed sleep.
Except I could not sleep. Every part of my skin covered by the diaper was starting to itch: I developed a diaper rash. Having no better immediate solution, I once again cast the anesthetic spell to numb the nerves in that region, even if that meant that I would possibly wet, and perhaps even mess while I was sleeping. Replacing the wet towels in my bed with dry ones, I could finally lay down to rest.