A Horse With No Name

Tags:
Ageplay
Diapers
AB/DL
Soiling
Scatplay
Scat Eating
Hypnotism/Mind Control
Intelligence Play

It was hard to notice under the din of morning rush hour, but at the end of a greasy alleyway between two long rows of townhouses there sat a lone horse. Most passersby were too busy or distracted to pay him any mind, but one couple stopped in their tracks as their noses caught a strong scent and turned into the alley to give him a closer look. 

It was dark. Musky. The kind of smell that gets caught in your throat and forces you to breathe deeply against your will. The couple made eye contact with that brown-coated horse who just sat there, splayed out and sitting up on the corner where the back of the alley met the wall. He crossed his eyes trying to focus on a hoof that he had half-jammed down his throat. A thin film of translucent brown drool made an O shape around his lips and one long string hung down from his chin. He was fully naked, as far as they could tell, other than a huge padded diaper that sagged out, leaking yellow and brown, and tenting out a good foot and a half.

The couple looked at each other in shock and horror.

The stout, stocky cat-lady screamed. 

“Oh my God!” She paused, clutched her partner’s fuzzy arm and looked up into his waiting eyes.

“Somebody left this poor thing all alone!”

The comparatively tall and lanky dog she latched onto took out his phone and began dialing right away.

“Hello? You’ve reached the Center for Big Tots. How can I help you today?”

He responded calmly, knowing exactly what to do.

“Yes, my wife and I have found a...” he paused and looked up at the horse. He was in the middle of scooping his hand into his excessively-used diaper and shoveling a huge handful of shit into his mouth.

“A very special tyke that looks like he needs your help. Can someone come by here as soon as possible?”

“Of course, sir,” the operator replied nonchalantly. “Please send us your location so we can send a van.”

He pressed the screen of his phone and it beeped:

GPS Coordinates Sent.

“Thank you very much, sir. We will arrive in approximately...twenty minutes. Please be there when we arrive.”

The operator hung up.

“Said it’ll be around twenty”, he passed on to his girlfriend, still hugging him closely.

“Thank goodness,” she sighed. “But what do we do until then?”

“Well, someone needs to keep an eye on him until they get here.” He walked towards the horse and knelt down like any caring adult would to a young child. 

“Hey, sport!” The dog barked cheerfully as the stallion reached his large fist into a well-soiled diaper next to him and picked it clean. He immediately shoved the handful of scat into his drooling maw.

His cat-friend spoke up. “Umm...” 

“Yeah?” He glanced up, petting the horse on the head.

“Is this really what we should be doing?”

“Of course it is!” The dog turned to her and snapped in a hushed tone. “Don’t you remember? Treat them how they act...not how they look.”

“S-sorry! I’ve just never seen such a big baby before,” she corrected.

He looked back down at the fully-grown stallion. “What’s your name? Can you tell me your name?”

The horse took his hand out of his mouth with a wet slop. He smiled ear to ear, fat globs of drool pouring out of his now-obviously toothless mouth.

“aaaahhhh…
bwaaahhhhh…”

The horse only babbled in response, and then resumed the laser-like concentration he had on his meal. He reached in for another handful as a white van with pink and blue pawprints painted all over backed into the alleyway. Sure enough, the C.B.T. logo was splayed on the rear window.

They turned to face it and it came to a stop a few feet in front of them. Two black labs in white lab coats climbed out from either side and circled around to the back. Swinging open the rear doors of the van, they revealed a large, padded bed, and walls lined with fresh, folded diapers, powder, and wet wipes.

Upon seeing this, the horse leapt to his hooves and toddled forward for a few steps before tipping over and falling face-down. The dogs ran in and grabbed him on either side before he faceplanted on the concrete. 

“Poor guy,” one dog muttered.

“We gotta get him a change and a trip to the daycare ASAP,” said the other. 

They wheeled out the bed/crib/stretcher in the back of the van and loaded the overgrown foal into it. They expertly scrubbed him down as he openly stroked his still-hard cock. They ignored it, having seen this and worse hundreds of times before. Once he was finally scrubbed clean, they gave him a fresh, clean diaper. It had clearly been a long, long time since he had one.

It was a tandem work of art, one lifting the horse’s legs up and the other unfolding the thick padding and sliding it right under his cheeks. Throughout the process the horse did not stop stroking himself for a second, much to their frustration. They did the best they could, but still ended up with a diaper that tented out comically large to contain the horsecock. They strapped his ankles to the mattress and slid it back up in the van, locking it shut. The driver got back in the car, and the other dog turned to face the couple.

“Thanks for your report, sir. We’ll see to it that this cute guy is taken care of.” He tipped his cap and climbed in the passenger side, and the van sped off down the road.

The van filled with the noise of cartoons and nursery rhymes. The back doubled as a small but fully equipped play room for one. It was automated so the workers could focus on the road and not have to worry about the overgrown baby in the back—even one as overexcited and messy as their current guest. As the van twisted and turned for hours through highways and backroads, the horse enjoyed himself immensely. He rolled around in his gradually expanding diaper as he was jostled back and forth, humping his tented cock against a large plush dragon that was provided for him.

One dog turned to another.

“You know, I’ve seen a lot in this line of work but...wow, seems about the only thing that kid knows about is shit!”

The passenger seat dog leaned back to look at the padded adult foal, who was in the middle of an automated change. Whenever the van detected too much sagging or soiling, it automatically kicked into a changing mode, where pneumatic arms held down the horse until he was perfectly still. It lifted his bottom and peeled away the tape, causing his horsecock to come flying out, and muck-spraying everywhere with the pressure release of it no longer being held in place by the diaper. Some landed on the dog’s face as dark semisolid scat flung onto his cheek and it dripped down slowly. He simply wiped it off without a second thought, and smiled.

The van knew how to keep him clean. The moment he started to leak or whenever his tented stallion cock broke through the front of a diaper in another orgasm it would swoop in with a fresh one.  It was programmed to keep him comfortable, feeding him a colorful high-fiber, laxative-laced smoothie intended on cleaning out his system before he arrived. The drink encouraged him to mess much more than his already heavy output, but the automation kept the mess from growing.

Finally, the van slowed down. After hours of twists and turns, dozens of diapers changed, and his body flushed out, he was pulled up to the entranceway of a large, white building with a neon pink pink plus-sign. Underneath that in a scribbled, childish type:

WELCOME TO THE CENTER FOR BIG TOTS
PLEASE SEE RECEPTION UPON ARRIVAL

“We’ll be right back, buddy, don’t worry!” the driver reassured, stepping out of the van. The words seemed to bounce right off and not even register. The horse completely ignored him, preferring to continue humping, cumming, eating, shitting, and repeating. The worker shook his head, rolled his eyes, and shot him a gentle smile.

One dog pulled out a large collapsible stroller, while the other unhooked the horse’s calves and tilted the mattress up so he slid right in. The horse whinnied and snorted, opening its toothless mouth once again. He left a path of drool behind him as he was pushed into the building

The glass sliding doors opened with a hiss as they approached the reception desk.

“Hey Carla,” the driver dog began. “We have a drop off. Mind if we bring him in?”

“Hi! Good to see you, and of course we don’t mind! The doctor has a few more to see first, so just get him ready in the waiting room.”

“Any way we can speed things along? He’s pretty…” he trailed off as both he and the receptionist glanced down at the horse, safely strapped into his oversized stroller. He giggled and instantly messed himself at the extra attention.

“…Eager.”

“Oh, of course! Wouldn’t want things to get too messy in here. Take this number and wait, and the doctor will be out in a few minutes.” The dogs gave Carla a knowing nod as they pushed him farther into the large waiting room.

The walls were a sterile white, decorated by big paw print patterns and posters of famous cartoon mascots. In rows of chairs sat dozens of other big babies just like the horse—bumbling and toddling around with massive tents in the front of their diapers, while a cacophony of farts and hisses permeated the room.

The horse reached out towards the other “kids” from his stroller. A small vixen girl noticed and got on her knees to crawl towards him. Before they could touch, a border collie, wearing a white coat and stethoscope, opened the door. He looked down at his clipboard and clicked a pen.

“Okay, the next one is...number 2? Number 2, please?”

The dog pushed the horse in his stroller up to the doctor.

“I’ll take him from here. Thanks.”

The dog nodded and left, while the doctor looked down at his newest patient and cooed. 

“So cute!” he squeed, heart jumping and tail wagging rapidly back and forth at what he saw as just another adorable, big messy baby. Smiling back up with a toothless, drooling grin, the overgrown foal farted as loudly as he could. 

“Okay,” the doc continued. “What’s your name?”

The horse kept looking up at him with a vacant stare, and as he noticed it, the doctor scribbled some notes on his clipboard and nodded.

“Mhm, mhm,” he continued. “I’m just gonna give you a couple tests and then I’ll leave you be.”

The doctor took out a bead maze for the horse to play with, the classic wooden block with plastic wires bent in all kinds of silly shapes, and wooden beads threaded through them. A staple of doctor’s waiting rooms since time immemorial, it sat no more than a foot in front of the splayed-legged horse sitting with his hooves out at a 45-degree angle. He tilted his head and looked at the device with wide, unfocused eyes and a gaping, drooling mouth. He picked it up and held it up to his face, squinting.  A few gears cranked in his head slowly. There was almost…some…kind of pathway that led through all the wires that looked like he could…just maybe…

He plunged the whole device onto the tented front of his diaper so his cock snaked its way through an improvised “hole” between the wires and the wooden base, at the same time thrusting up into the makeshift fleshlight. The hard wiring and wood squeezed tightly around the front of his diaper, constricting the soft inner fabric around his foot-and-a-half of cock If he understood the doctor’s words, he wasn’t showing it.

The doc nodded again and made grunts of approval he swiftly reached into his pocket for a stopwatch and hit the timer. With a calm professionalism, he looked down at clipboard, writing squiggly shorthand notes indecipherable by anyone but him. He roughly punctuated his penstrokes with a few harsh underlines as the front of the horse’s diaper turned yellow. 

The horse slammed the toy into his crotch over and over with innocent, reckless abandon and giggled playfully, just doing everything his body told him would feel good in that moment. He wobbled on his padded butt and fell onto his back without breaking rhythm, rolling around on the floor and farting. A few long poots squeaked out, followed by some wet splashes that quickly turned into a messy cascade, sagging the rear of his thick padding with dark brown that spilled out over the sides. The doctor stood and smiled until the horse slammed himself to the hilt and held it there. Loud *splurt* sounds came from his diaper at a slow rhythm until the sheer force of his orgasm ripped off the tape holding his diaper up. It flopped out onto the ground, exposing the dark yellow-brown slurry he’d been stewing in for the last few minutes. Cum shot straight up from his blunt cock head several feet in the air and *splat* back down onto his chest and face, and he giggled.

The doctor pressed the stopwatch again. 3 minutes, 40 seconds for him to use up one diaper. He marked the time on his notepad, then turned his head towards the equine splayed out in his own wet mess. He smiled, reached in his medicine/diaper bag, and pulled out a fresh extra-large, extra-absorbent diaper. It was protocol to keep a stack of at least 5 on your person at any given time. He knelt down to the babbling stallion that outsized even him, pulling the messy diaper away and placing it over to the side. It also happened to be just within arm’s reach for the horse. He pulled it towards his face and, while the doctor wiped his butt and crotch clean, began shoveling his homemade snack into his mouth. It had the texture of half-melted ice cream. The moment it washed over his tongue, another burst of cum shot out of his still half-hard horsecock, splashing against the doctor’s glasses. 

He adjusted the rims casually. “Get one like this at least once a month!” He finished wiping the horse’s nether regions until they were sparkling clean, reached back into his bag, and pulled out a bottle of baby powder. He swiftly lifted the horse’s rear end and slid the open diaper underneath. The horse continued shoveling his god-knows-how-many-times recycled waste into his mouth like it was broth and pre leaked out the tip of his cock. The doctor struggled to wrap the front of the diaper over the horse’s broad, flat member but managed to barely tape it shut. It tented out wildly just like the last one, but at least he was clean.

The doc took another step back, taking the bead maze toy with him and then pulling out another one. This time, the wooden stand was labeled with big colored blocks that were labeled “A”, “B”, and “C”. One was a square, another a circle and the third was a triangle. One of the most simple toys. He took out his stopwatch again. 

“We’re just going to try one more thing, okay? Then maybe you can go meet some of your friends.”

The horse took the wooden base and turned it upside down so the three letter blocks fell out, and then one by one plunged the front tent of his new diaper into each hole. The doctor simply shrugged and took his notes as usual while muttering to himself.

“No…intelligence to speak of…No verbal ability…very high spatial awareness in genital areas, but little elsewhere…Despite near-constant consumption of waste, seems to be in good health. Must investigate further. Approximate mental age: 0 to 3 months. Patient also presents with a hyperactive sex drive,” he affirmed, speaking in the kind of bored tone that comes with years of experience.

He scratched his chicken scratch once more as the horse repeated his usual routine, humping faster and faster until cumming, farting, and shitting all over again.

The doctor didn’t mind one bit, and still had a smile on his face when giving the horse his second change in ten minutes. 

“Thanks, little horsey!” He piped up cheerfully. “I have to go for a little while, but I’m sure one of your new friends will be in soon to say hello!” The doctor packed up his medicine-and-diaper bag and left the room while the horse laid flat on his back in the middle of his second helping.

As the door swing back and forth, a pretty young vixen in a soggy diaper crawled by.

“POOP!” exclaimed the horse, not letting his limited vocabulary stop him from trying to express himself. The vixen’s ear flickered at the sound and she reversed course towards the door and invited herself in.

“Poop!” she chirped back, slapping her soggy rear and crawling towards him on all fours. She tried, briefly, to stand up and walk, but only made it about 4 steps before toppling forward and somersaulting. Her padded, slightly browned behind came to rest firmly on the colt’s snout. She wiggled and adjusted her position until his nose sunk deeply into her crack, and then lifted her footpaws so all her weight came bearing down the long snout that pressed directly against her hole. Her diaper crinkled and squeaked as it threatened to give in under the pressure. She placed her footpaws down onto the ground near the horse’s head and bounced up and down, happy to use his face to stimulate her bottom. He was happy too; the front tent of his diaper twitched with glee in rhythm with her full-weight butt drops. 

“Poo-ooo-oo-oop!” She let out playful yelps of glee that increased in volume every time she slammed her messy but down. On the final “-oooOOOP!” she stayed down on him, pinned his arms to the side, and let out a flurry of wet farts and hisses. Flexing her abdomen, she let her mess fly with maximum force. It splashed out the sides, spilling over and messing up the horse’s hair. Sensing the presence of shit near his face, he instinctively opened his mouth and wrapped his jaws around her rapidly-emptying ass. Her diaper endured the intense pressure of having her butthole lay flush against his mouth, but it was so taut that he felt the scat fall over his him as if it wasn’t even there It just kept coming and coming like she was saving up all week. What felt like days’ worth of waste left her body over the course of several dozen painstakingly slow minutes. It made the diaper sag out over the sides of the horse’s head, and even down into his mouth, plugging it with thick, soiled padding, and then suddenly…

Snap.

The added weight of the shit that morphed the already-stretched diaper even further finally became too much for it to bear. Just as she let out her last spurt of gas, it gave way, splitting open right down the middle. Her shit spilled in from the sides, the torn fabric forming a funnel that guided the vast majority of her built-up waste directly down the horse’s waiting mouth. He gulped the sweet-bitter sludge down his gullet with the grace of a bird eating fish. His eyes rolled back in his head as it flowed and flowed, as did his new friend’s, and they climaxed together, entrained to be aroused by and cum to the pungent smell, bitter taste, and soft, malleable texture of their bodily waste. The fox braced herself, lying down flush with the horse’s body. Her nose grazed the tent of his diaper as he haphazardly thrust forward in orgasm, coating the inside with thick, slick stallion cum, but leaving her face clean. As it slowed, and he softened, the vixen nuzzled her cheek against the bulging front. In that moment, the horse’s uncontrolled bladder let loose, his post-orgasm pee flowing out naturally. The pleasant hissing sound comforted the fox currently pressing her ear into the slowly swelling fabric.   

A few minutes of 69-diaper-snuggling later, they flipped over and continued their fun. Neither showed any indication of stopping or slowing as the horse latched his toothless maw onto the fox’s breast and suckled while humping her leg…

_____

Outside their room, down the hallway, past the waiting room full of humping, grinding, farting, messy-diaper-clad patients, Carla the receptionist looked down at some papers with a barely noticeable scowl. When a short, well-dressed otter emerged from the sliding doors, she craned her neck up and her well-trained bright, cheerful demeanor came rushing back.

“Hi! Welcome to The Centre for Big Tots! What can I do for you?” 

“I heard that there was a new resident in earlier today. Biiig horse,” he began, gesticulating with his webbed paws. “Real smelly.”

“Can I ask who’s inquiring? There are rules around patient confidentiality we have to abide by.”

“Oh, of course, of course!” Continued the polite otter. “I’m his caretaker.”

Carla raised an eyebrow. “That so? Can I see your papers?”

The otter was already reaching into his back pocket for his ID and a couple photographs—pictures of him pushing the horse down the street in a stroller, and of him sitting and smiling while the horse lolled his drooling mouth open in a daycare. Mixed in was an official-looking paper with the confirmation that the horse has indeed been under this otter’s care for the last three months.

“Thank you sir,” said Carla, satisfied with the somewhat excessive evidence given to her. “Your adoptee arrived to the building a few hours ago. I’ll let the doctor know you’re in.”

The otter was about to sit down in the waiting room amongst all the other diapered animals, but before he could even bend over, the collie doctor emerged and called him into his office.

___

… “So, you found him about 3 months ago and have been taking care of him ever since?”

“Yes, I don’t know what happened to make him run off like this! I’m so glad you found him. It’s probably just what he needs. It’s been tough, you know? Those diapers don’t come cheap, and I just don’t have the time or energy for 20 changes a day!”

“We would be more than happy to take him off your paws for as long as you need. You marked down his length of stay as ‘indefinite’? Are you certain?”

“Yes, it’s going to take me some time to figure out what to do next, so I’ll be back some time soon to let you know how long he’ll be here.”

The otter stood up and reached out his paw and the doctor met it with a firm shake. The doc’s tail wagged.

“Thanks so much. May I see him?”

“Mhm! He’s just next door on the left.”

The otter, trim and proper, walked into the next room and came face-to-face with a once again defecating colt, too busy slamming his padded, gradually overflowing rear into his vixen friend’s face to notice his owner entering and pulling up a seat.

He knew by now to not interrupt and took out his phone to pass the time and wait him out. It didn’t take too long; only about another hour. When the two infantilized animals finished, the otter looked to the vixen and asked: “Could I have some time alone with my friend now, little cutie?”

She giggled and crawled towards the door, her burst-open diaper dripping scat everywhere. Even before she left the room, a few orderlies closed in and gave her a rapid change, mopping up the brown trail she left behind. Before she could even leave the room, one caretaker caught up to her and flipped her over on her back. She wrapped her hand around his arm in a grasping reflex and cooed.

He took a fresh, folded diaper from the bag he kept strapped over his pale blue uniform at all times, along with a small pack of wipes and a bottle of powder. With expert dexterity, he swiftly pulled the busted-open stained diaper from underneath her, wiped from front to bottom, rubbed some powder on, wrapped her up nice and fresh, and gave her butt a loving pat that poofed powder out of the sides. The others did the same for the horse as the otter smiled and looked onward. When they finished, they followed the vixen crawling out the door. She craned her head back to look at her new friend one and winked as she messed her diaper one last time. The shit hissed and grumbled and tumbled out of her little hole, sagging her bum the tiniest bit down as if her body was saying goodbye. The horse, looking right at her, babbled and thrust the blunt head of his cock against the front of his diaper, cum shooting out and straining against it as if to reply, “see you again soon!” The workers following the fox out of the room joked to each other about how innocent and adorable they were. 

When they closed the door behind them, the otter spun around to face the newly diapered, still-humping boy. He sat down next to him, a dark grin slowly growing over his face. He pulled his stool up next to the horse and leaned down, taking out his phone and scrolling through an old album:

On the screen, there was a landscape low-angle picture of two young adults, a brown horse and grey otter, wearing a suit and tie and shaking hands. Both looked ecstatic, and the otter had crossed two webbed fingers together behind his back. He swiped the phone’s screen and it shifted to a portrait of the same horse kneeling, naked as a newborn babe. With one more swipe, the horse was pictured in the same position, wearing a pair of headphones, a blindfold and sitting in a messy brown pile. His face was obscured by an off-white play button, which was promptly pressed. 

The horse was shivering and moaning as muffled, unclear audio leaked from the headphones. Around 10 seconds into the video, he shot cum several feet out while panting with moans that devolved into random babbles.

He swiped again to another video. The horse looked similar, wearing the headphones, but was also sporting a pacifier, mittens over his hooves, and a huge padded diaper that was filled to the brim. He looked much happier than in the last video, playfully grinding the blunt head of his cock against the front. 

The otter switched to one final photo: himself on a large stage holding a plaque and shaking hands with an impeccably dressed feline.

He took out a tissue to wipe some excess shit off of the horse’s face, then pulled out a cute pair of pink earbuds. The horse clapped his hooves together upon recognizing it. The buds were plugged daintily into the horse’s ears and the otter scrolled into another menu, hovering a finger over the audio he was about to send through the earbuds:

Infantilize Your Enemies in 3 Easy Steps!

Tap.

In an instant, the horse seemed to get a sudden burst of extra-virile energy, humping into the pile of shit and used diapers left by his friend. The conditioning was instant.

The horse got a visit from his caretaker every day.