Title:           Stallion Hyper scat diaper alt (Finished)
Author:          StallionStoryGuy
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First Edit:      Tuesday 22nd of July 2014 01:57:57 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Tuesday 22nd of July 2014 01:57:57 AM CDT

Watch out hyper scat and bulging belly ahead!
This occurs after the first night of sex in the main story.
 
 
 
>You feel pain.
>Not too bad but your stumps are hurting.
>You take a deep breath and use what's left to push some of the covers off your body.
>Turning to look you find the mare is not there.
>Where is she?
>You still feel groggy.
>You call out for her, trying to sit up.
>You laugh a little as your body slumps back down, unable to comply with your movement.
 >You don't want to panic but you worry a little as a few silent minutes go by.
>When did she get up?
>Where did she go?
>Is she at work, she wouldn't have just left you in bed, would she?
>"Sorry to leave you waiting, my love!"
>The stairs creak as she trots up them, meal in hoof.
>What's up with the 'love', it doesn't seem like her to not be cramming something into you.
>She pushes the plate of seared vegetables, fruits, and rice in front of you while propping you up on the backboard.
>"We have a big day ahead of us, so eat up."
>You dig in taking careful but large bites.
>"Big day, huh? What'ya mean?" You say between a mouthful.
>She offers three mismatched pills to your muzzle and you gulp them down with a swig of juice.
>You continue eating, expecting some hint from her.
>As you finish, she offers you another hoof-ful of pills.
>You give her a questioning look.
>She gives her hoof a soft push to your muzzle, slipping them into your mouth.
>You smile, having no reason to distrust her about such issues, anyway, you had fun last night.
>Maybe she's got something good in store today with all these.
>You toss them back with another swig of juice, finishing off the glass.
>She pats your round tummy, bloated from the nearly excessive meal, and smiles while she winks her green eyes.
>Your stomach gurgles a little and you lean back, breathing softly.
>She ducks behind the bed rummaging around for something.
>She pops back up, oversized egg butt plug in her mouth.
>"You and your Celestia damned toys!" You sqeak as she undoes your diaper.
>Ohfuck.
>You can feel her lube everything down and begin to press it into you.
>It takes some work, she has to push and rotate it into you, but eventually it slips in.
>You wiggle you stumps a little and pant, as she redoes your plush diaper over your, now, throbbing dick.
>She plops another toy up on the sheets.
>Cherry red ballgag, with a black strap.
>Your eyes go wide as you find her inserting it into your mouth, you bite down on it, and she fastens the strap around your head.
>Finding everything to be in order, she nods, and picks up the empty food tray, bringing it back downstairs.
>You test out the gag, finding it pretty hard to make any loud noise with it in.
>The plug is thick and distracting, you find yourself readjusting your body to accommodate it's girth.
>Your belly is gurgling up a storm, working at the large breakfast.
>She returns and props herself up, you climb onto her back, using your stumps to maneuver.
>She hauls you carefully down the stairs.
>"I have a surprise for you, but I need you to close your eyes."
>You comply with her request, feeling her trot out into the living room.
>You brush by the same sofa you laid in the day before.
>You feel her stop, her breathing steady but heavy.
>She lifts you up and sets you down.
>You feel a soft surface cradling your body, like a bunch of blankets.
>"Ok, you can open them now."
>You open your eyes to see pink fabric lined with frills surrounding you.
>You hear a click as she snaps the locks together of a belt looking device to your chest.
>You gasp, realizing what she put you in.
>It's an oversized baby carriage.
>She leans in as you look around confused.
>"Ok, we're going to go for a stroll through town today!"
>...
>Something in your head audibly cracks as she says this.
>You twitch and groan at her statement.
>It's a joke right, she's just trying to get a scare out of you.
>She wouldn't really go straight through town, like this, with you...
>You fidget and moan as she begins to push the carriage toward the door.
>Your dick is throbbing hard under the diaper, but you're screaming on the inside, a little outside, too.
>The belt holds you down, trapping you in the carriage.
>You can't even reach the lock with your stumps.
>She unlocks the door and opens it, you're hyperventilating.
>She pushes you out the door and rolls you down the paved walkway, tears stream down your face and you are pleading through the gag.
>"Oh hush, if you struggle the pills will only make it worse."
>Why...
>Why is she doing this to you...
>A mare walks down the street past you.
>You nearly pass out as she takes a long look at you...
>But she smiles and nods.
>And walks right by...
>You seize up...
>She didn't even notice anything wrong...
>Or at least she didn't acknowledge anything wrong with a limbless stallion, diapered, gagged, and being rolled around.
>Your face burns crimson as she rounds the corner, a group of ponies running a market.
>They give you a glance or two as you stroll through the center of them.
>But your attention is pulled elsewhere as you feel a powerful gurgle and shift in your belly.
>You lean forward, attempting to grasp it, your stumps are useless to assist.
>Your belly, within the span of several seconds, swells out about half a foot.
>You sweat and grunt finally looking up into her eyes.
>She stares back, replying "I told you struggling would only make it worse. You're making such a scene, everypony's watching you..."
>You look around to see ponies in the market giving you an odd look, your stomach feeling fit to burst.
>You sit back, trying not to hyperventilate.
>She licks her lips and continues pushing the carriage.
>What the fuck did she do to your belly?!
>It's still swelling, slowly increasing in size, making breathing difficult.
>It finally hits you, your belly is screaming, you need to take a dump or you will burst.
>Something is wrong, she would never do this to you!
>Those weren't the townsponies.
>You groan as you attempt to release the thick backup.
>It fails miserably, the plug blocking you from release.
>"I also invited one of your old friends over, I figured you missed them. He came all the way from manehattan to see you, can you believe it?"
>Tears stream down your face yet again.
>Your gut is sprawled out in front of you, semi-sphereical, and tight.
>Your stomach groans loud enough to be heard from a distance.
>She rolls the carriage up the ramp to the platform where the train is just departing.
>You close your eyes as she pulls you closer to a stallion of light blue coat.
>You stop, hearing his familiar voice ring out.
>"Hey anon, good to see you!"
>You crack one eye open slowly, sniffling.
>He's smiling, looking right at you.
>You wiggle and grunt a little looking pleadingly at him.
>"Wow, he looks a bit backed up, has he been like this?"
>"All day!" she responds "I just don't know what to do."
>"I can help..." he says, sitting down and bringing his front hooves to your stomach.
>They contact and press into you, he begins to work the pliable material under your flesh.
>All your can do is writhe into his gentle, slow touch.
>The plug begins to shift, it slips out, slowly.
>Your tight ponut reaches the halfway point and it slides out instantly.
>You cry out as he is still massaging your tight stomach, his hooves sinking in.
>Oh fuck.
>You feel a tight and thick roll of semi solid work out of you.
>It deforms as it flows into the diaper.
>The rear begins filling with your semisolid waste.
>It packs itself into small nooks and oozes out around your stumps to the front.
>You can only watch helplessly as you blow up a shitbag like a helium balloon.
>The smell is acrid, but he keeps on rubbing and smiling at you.
>His green eyes stare deep into your own.
>Green, green eyes.
>Everypony's eyes are green!
>The ponies at the market too, something is wrong!
>The pile of your own waste your crotch rests in has grown, it is now propping you off your ass and forward into the belt.
>It's enormous and disgusting, you let loose another way as the stimulation sends a torrent of piss and cum out of you, simultaneously.
>You struggle, your own stench driving you to feel nauseous.
>It sloshes and quivers growing bigger and bigger.
>They don't even seem to mind as the vile liquid spills out of the holes intented for your legs, tail, and waist; into the carriage.
>"What'ya say we head back to my place... He'll probably be at this all day."
>"Sure." The blue stallion nods and smiles.
She grabs hold of the sagging carriage and rolls it back home through the market place.
>The green gaze of every pony follows you on your way back, the sludge in your bag sloshing.
...
 
>"You mean he's feeding an entire platoon, off of lust alone?"
>"Yes my Queen."
>"Very good. You have done an excellent job bringing in such a fine meal."
>"May I feed off of him, Queen?"
>"No, not yet, bring me the mare. With her, we will have all we need for the next 30 moons."
>"Yes my Queen!"
>The guard rushes out of the room, hunger in his eyes.
>"With both of them in cocoons, we shall have enough to begin reconstruction. She will be mine by the end of the night!"