Rarity sat on the nursery floor, her back propped up against a stack of plushies. The faint glow of her mobile phone rested on her chest, illuminating her soft bib in flickering blue and white light. A set of earphones sat snugly inside her ears.

 

The bib was made of thick cotton. The color was pastel pink, and a series of little bears was embroidered on the edges. The screen pulsed in rhythmic patterns as the bright pink spiral illuminated Rarity's dilated eyes. 

 

Behind her, the giant nursery television played an endless looping swirl of hypnotic spirals, syrupy voices, and flickering text that encouraged her to relax and regress. The voices told her how to feel, how to act, how to obey. 

 

They whispered and gushed over what the former fashionista had become. How gorgeous her empty mind was and how perfect her glazed eyes were. The white unicorn's head lolled to one side as her legs quivered and her chest rose and fell subtly.

 

Her diaper crinkled loudly between her thighs as she shifted her weight, and a deep sense of relaxation washed over her. 

 

A small patch of drool slowly spread across Rarity's bib as she blinked slowly. The days when Rarity resisted her newfound outfit, screen, and hypnotic suggestions had long passed. 

 

Her caregiver no longer had to watch over the white unicorn's every move or ensure she awoke from her trance. 

 

It had been a tedious process for the caregiver; the former fashion icon had been quite resistant at first, constantly spitting out her nom noms, disobeying her caregiver, and making a near-endless amount of fuss. However, after a few months of intense training and some force, the little unicorn had relaxed enough to be considered tamed.

 

Rarity's body sagged comfortably into her diaper cushion as her eyes fluttered half-shut. She had been a big, thinking pony for so long. She'd fought demons, thwarted political plots, and agonized for hours over dresses and fashion. Finally, after decades of stress, her caregiver and glowing screens had shown her the joys of being mindless.

 

“Good girl…”  the voice from her phone’s speaker cooed. “Little Rarity is such a good baby. Always watching. Always listening. Always feeling so small for her screen.”

 

Rarity moaned at the praise as she bit down softly on the edge of her bib. A small shiver of pleasure ran through her chest as her nipples, framed by the bib's wide cut, stiffened in the open air. She could feel the cool nursery breeze wash over her skin, contrasting with the heat and dampness building on her drooly bib.

 

The phone vibrated gently, and with each buzz, Rarity's eyelids drooped a little lower.

 

“Keep watching,” The voice whispered in that familiar syrupy, sing-song tone. “Little babs don’t need big thoughts. Just comfy diapers, glowing screens, and your special bib to keep you clean.”

 

Rarity's jaw loosened as more drool oozed onto her bib. She felt so helpless, so small and safe as the gentle voice and soothing swirls washed over her mind.  Her nipples ached and begged for touch, but she wasn’t allowed to play without mommy's permission. 

 

Her phone screen pulsed once more as the unicorn's mind was pulled deeper and deeper into mindless, blissful obedience.

 

Rarity's thoughts dissolved into blank acceptance as her purpose was reduced to sitting, staring, obeying, and soaking her diaper. The white unicorn felt the faint tug of her earphones coiled around her bib’s collar as her head shifted and the voice reached out once again: 

 

“No words, no thoughts, no worries, just let go for Mommy. Let your diaper grow warm and heavy. Let your bib stay soft and drooly. Let your thoughts leak out into your pampers.”

 

Rarity moaned softly, the sound barely more than a faint whisper as fresh drool slid down her chin and soaked into the fabric of her bib. Her thighs pressed tightly against her thick diaper as the nursery screens pulsed brighter and faster. 

 

Rarity's breath slowed, each inhale a ragged, shaky surrender. Her bib rustled as she slumped further forward, her arms falling limply to her sides as her fingers curled uselessly around the cool nursery air. The unicorn's wide, glazed eyes stared blankly at the glowing screens before her.

 

An obedient, sleepy smile spread across the fashionista's lips as her hips shifted one final time. Her thighs twitched and stretched as a gentle weight was lifted from her bladder and a soft warmth began to pool at the front of her eager waiting padding. 

 

Rarity let out a long, airy sigh as her entire body relaxed and sank completely into the sweet embrace of her diaper.

 

Her mind drifted away into the swirling, eager colors of the screens as her last conscious thought slipped away:

 

"Good girl…"