You wake up to the sound of a door closing, followed by hoofsteps in your direction. Lazily, you open your eyes and look up to see who has disturbed you from your slumber- and are pleased to see it's your Mama!
She appears equally glad to see you. “Hey there, sweetie! Did you have a nice nap?”
You're still too drowsy to answer, but you smile and nod.
“Mama didn't know what you liked, so she brought you some nice sweet applesauce. Trixie hopes you enjoy.”
You suddenly hear your stomach growling. It seems breakfast has arrived just in time. Your caretaker has also taken notice, and procured a large, adult-sized bib with the words, “Little Princess” embroidered on it. She places it around your neck gingerly and opens up the jar of applesauce. Then she stops with a confused look. “Something's wrong here... Oh!” She chuckles. “Silly Mama forgot the spoon!” She laughs again and you join in, giggling at your silly Mama.
The spoon is easily found and loaded with a heaping of mushy goodness. You lick your lips eagerly as Trixie brings the utensil to your mouth. A little bit of it dribbles onto your bib but you hardly notice. This goes on systematically until the whole jar has been depleted, and you are left satisfied. Trixie, meanwhile, is left quite amused. “My little foal is a messy eater, yes she is!” She pulls out a mirror and you look into it- there's an orange filly wearing a bib that is just covered in applesauce, not to mention her face! You grin. Then you giggle. And finally you break out into hysterical laughter.
Mama lets you finish and then wipes you clean with a handkerchief or five, then lets you rest in your bed again. As you lay quietly, you hear some rummaging from nearby. Trixie then returns with several brightly-colored toy blocks.
“Bwaks!” you squeal excitedly, and grab some. They are surely the most fascinating thing you've seen today, with some strange markings on them that somehow seem familiar Perhaps you understood them once...
“That's right, baby. Trixie thought you'd like them.”
You giggle senselessly and begin banging them against each other, seeing no other way of using them. The noise is funny, in a weird way, and makes you giggle even more, losing self-awareness. Before you know it, you find yourself in quite a predicament.
You need to go the bathroom. Urgently. And yet, you are wearing a diaper... Without giving it a second thought, you begin grunting and soon have your rump raised in the air as you push out your meal. The smell hits you and you chortle. “Poopies!” you exclaim.
Mama wrinkles her nose and walks over. “Did my widdle baby make stinkies in her diapee? I think she did!” She honks your nose, causing both of you to laugh. “Come on, let's get you changed before you get a nasty diaper rash. Mama wouldn't want that happening to her sweet little bunny!”
She changes your soiled garments as she did the other night, but this time the process seems much more routine, and much more fun. It's just because of your sweet, loving Mama though, it must be.
Having gotten you into a fresh, warm diaper, Trixie decides to...
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