Dash’s leg’s twitched as the vibrator hummed softly, making her giggle and squirm with pleasure. Each movement was hindered slightly by the thick diaper around her flank, which crinkled constantly as the vibrator rumbled. Had Dash the ability to, she’d happily reach down and rub the puffy padding, but her front hooves were tied up snug in a warm straitjacket, preventing anything more than feeble tugs at the binds. The back of her mind cried out for freedom, but the wonderful sensations coursing through her muffled any attempts to free herself. It didn’t help that whoever had put her in her current state decided to hang her by her tail as well, disorienting Dash even further.
 
She kicked and swung back and forth, it being just about the only thing she could do to relieve some of the built-up pleasure flowing through her. The vibrator periodically changed its intensity, allowing her small periods of rest to ensure she didn’t become accustomed to any one setting. Still, every now and then she would find the pleasure too much to handle, her diaper growing damp as she burst with delight, swinging and kicking wildly as she did.
 
She would soon pass out, her vibrator still slowly tickling her nethers as she revealed in the afterglow. Upon awakening, she’d find herself in a fresh rumbling diaper, and the cycle would begin again. Dash was sure the diapers were growing thicker… she had once been able to touch the tips of her hooves together, but now they were spread apart by a ridiculous amount of fluffy padding. Not that she could dwell upon the fact for long, her mind was quickly clouded as the crinkling and shaking intensified.
 
Dash kicked and cooed happily, unable to determine just how long she’d been stuck like this. Her mind was swimming in hormones, and each passing climax and thickening diaper only made her wish for more…