From the crack of Scootaloo’s eyelids came a full vision of her world. Her aunt was laying there, peacefully in front of the window that radiated the outline of her body with a glow. She couldn’t help but grin at how peacefully Fluttershy’s chest inflated and deflated with every breath, the smile on her sleeping face never fading away.
But just as Scootaloo gripped the bottle she was still holding onto in her right hand, her gut turned over harshly. She smirked, feeling an uneasy feeling at the pit of her tummy; she needed to use the bathroom, bad.
Rolling off of her comfortable position on the bed, the girl released herself from the comfy confines of her sheets and blankets and onto the well-groomed white rug that the bed rested on top of. She stumbled her way over to the opposite side of the room and reached a hand out, grabbing Fluttershy’s forearm. “Aunty, Fluttershyyy.” She bellowed, her eyes and mind still half dazed by her some ten hours of rest.
“Huh?” Fluttershy rolled on her back and turned her face to look at Scootaloo, “Oh.” She commented, fanning her mouth as she yawned. “Awh-are you alright dear?”
“Y-yeah.” The girl stammered, with words as weak as her posture, “I-I needa use the bathroom.”
Fluttershy rubbed her eyes with her curled pointer finger than raised an eyebrow at the girl. Her eyes squinting because of the direct sunlight shining on her face she smirked a little, “Okay, then squat. It’s about time you make poopies. What’s it been, two days now?”
“I-I have made uh- poopies though.” Scootaloo confessed, nervously rubbing her left hand up and down her right arm.
“You already went potty?” Fluttershy asked, sitting herself up in the bed, throwing off the warm confines of her sheets. Not that it bothered her, she was wearing a warm set of pajamas.
Scootaloo looked at the ground in an attempt to avoid confrontation, “Nooo… I mean I went yesterday.”
Playing into her role a little, Fluttershy sturdied her expression. “Wait, you’re telling me you went to the grown up bathroom all by yourself and you didn’t even ask permission?”
“Yeah?” Scootaloo admitted, slightly bewildered by her aunt’s question.
Fluttershy curled her knees right up to her chest and hugged them with her arms. “Hmm. Well you’re not allowed to do that.”
Her eyes opening wide, the girl asked, “Wait, what? What do you mean I’m not allowed to do that?”
“I mean, the potty is for grown up girls, Scootaloo.” Fluttershy proclaimed, tilting her head up for a sense of authority.
A little annoyed and caught off guard, the teenage girl looked up at her aunt with an almost offended expression. “What? But that’s unfair!”
Very stoically, the aunt held her ground. “No it’s perfectly fair. Listen Scootaloo, if you wanna be a baby you need to quit caring so much about your bathroom habits. That’s a grown up thing that your parent needs to handle.” The women asserted herself, swinging her legs over the side of the bed and looking down at the girl, “Now you can give up this whole baby routine right now and use the bathroom right down the hall like a big girl. Or, you can go ahead and squat wherever you’d like and let aunty Fluttershy take care of the mess.”
The child’s face flushed with a warm shade of red and she stamped her foot on the ground. “I-It’s not fair!” she yelled indignantly, “C-can’t I atleast sit on the-“
“No Scootaloo!” Fluttershy yelled, pointing a finger at the girl. “The potty is strictly off limits to you as long as you’re a baby, that goes for inside and outside my house hold. Got it?”
Scootaloo’s lip quivered as she looked up at her aunt. Something about the way the sun glimmered in her aqua iris’s and bright pink hair- it was obvious that her intentions were. After all, she was the same aunt that helped her learn how to use the potty in the first place ten years ago.
Giving into her aunt’s demands, the girl slumped her shoulders a little as the pain continued to churn more and more intensely in her stomach. “O-okay. I-I promise I won’t use the potty any more.”
“Good.” Fluttershy quipped, the corners of her lips perking up a bit. “Now, hurry up and go poo-poo while I get us dressed.”
Still a bit awe-struck by her situation, the girl stammered off with less of the frustration of a typical teen girl and more of the clumsy stumbling of a toddler who was in a hurry.
“What a silly girl.” Fluttershy said, picking out a pair of jeans from her wardrobe. She looked herself in the mirror, mentally putting on the pants then proceeded to actually dress herself. Having a relatively fresh wardrobe, she dawned a plain white cami and a matching somewhat-faint yellow cardigan. Judging from the room’s amount of sunlight coming it, it was going to be a pretty warm day outside.
Meanwhile, in Scootaloo’s nursery. She squatted, gripping onto her would-be racecar bed as the she stared aimlessly out her window. At first it felt she was losing the fight with her stomach to relax, but after a little rough of breaths she managed to calm it. Seemingly the whole room went into a state of total silence as the strain in her stomach turned hollow and a long-forgotten sensation creped in between her legs and up her backside.
Her jaw dropped upon the act, her body flushed with adrenaline, and her mind went hazy with no recent memory to certify how to interpret the feeling. So, without thinking, she let go of her racecar bed causing her to fall back and sit on the load in her pants. Then she stared up the more boy themed mobile that hung over her bed and the memories that’d since long been suppressed came flooding back.
Letting out a small ‘hic’, she quickly found tears welling in her eyes as she fell on her back. “Wa-wahhhh!” She cried, laying on her back and shaking her dirty bottom uncomfortable with the mess.
“Woah-woah woah.” Fluttershy sounded, rushing into the room to evaluate the situation. Turning the corner into the room, she looked down at the well-groomed white carpet to see her little niece sprawled across it. Given her position on the ground, the red teary face, and the clearly ‘used’ diaper it was obvious that Scootaloo genuinely went through with it. “Oh- oh baby, I’m sorry.” Fluttershy said, rushing over to help.
Scootaloo hunkered her hands close to her chest as she looked up at her aunt. Her stability seemed to be washed away with her emotional struggle as she laid in a state of infancy.
“Hey hey-“ Fluttershy sounded, reaching down for the girl. Grabbing Scootaloo by the underarms, she hoisted the some petite girl into the air with relatively little struggle, “Baby, there’s nothing to be ashamed of. We both knew it was coming.”
“Y-yeah.” Scootaloo said, clinging to her aunt as she was drawn into a warm comforting hug. She could feel one arm wrap snuggly around her waist as the other one’s hand run down her back, wrinkling her t-shirt’s fabric slightly as it went. She rested her overly heated forehead on the cooly conditioned fabric of her aunt’s cardigan. “I-I could have made it to the toilet, I should-“ her sob was cut off.
Fluttershy swayed the girl back in forth in her arms as she continued to bicker with reality, “No you couldn’t. You’d of pooped yourself half way through that hallway.”
“B-but I” The child sounded, quieted by the sensation of Fluttershy’s palm as it patted her dirty backside.
“Shhh…” The women shushed her niece, idly walking her over to the changing table. Running her hand against the relatively pristine water-proof fabric of her diaper, she smirked. “Heh, no butts sweetie. You wouldn’t be wearing diapers if you didn’t need them.”
Defensively, the girl gave one last stuttered “But uh-“ then went speechless as she was laid back on the changing’s vinyl mat. Like clockwork moving in reverse, her mind seemingly glitched back to twelve years ago to 2004 as her situation caught up with her.
“Exactly.” The motherly caretaker cooed, trapping her niece’s tummy under the snug confines of the changing table’s safety strap. She smiled, looking down at Scootaloo who’s expression and body language seemed to even out to a more relaxed compostor.
Taking measured breaths, Scootaloo instinctively folded her hands behind her forehead and spread her legs, looking in between them at her aunt as she worked. “I-I- thanks.” She passively admitted.
“Oh, you’re welcome baby.” Fluttershy smiled, leaning in as if to inspect the girl’s tummy. “Ooh, oh no.” she chimed letting her expression drop.
“W-what is it?” Scootaloo cautiously asked, trying to ignore the embarrassing smell coming from her dirty backside.
“IT’S THE TICKLE MOSTER!” Fluttershy leapt in, running her hands up and down the child’s sides. Like pincers, whichever way Scootaloo’s body went to avoid her aunt’s hands, they followed- jabbing her soft white skin like a fork into cake.
“Heyy! Hahaha!” Scootaloo chuckled, shifting her hips side to side, kicking wildly as she was forcibly poked, “That haha- ti-haha-ckles.”
Despite the gross smell, coming just above the girl’s dirty diaper, the aunt leaned in lifting the girl’s teal t-shirt and blew a big raspberry right on her belly button causing her to erupt in a fit of uncontrollably laughter.
Scootaloo kicked her legs in the air and fussed, “Haha! Knock it out!” She chimed, a big goofy smile forming on her face as she squirmed around in her messy seat.
“Heh. Okay.” Fluttershy smiled, backing away from the child as she slid her two index fingers right under the tapes that held the underwear around her waist. She undid her baby’s diaper tabs cooing as she began using her hands to gather supplies. “Now baby, relax and stare at your mobile while aunty Fluttershy changes your diadee.”
Feeling especially liberated in her juvenile state, Scootaloo stuck her thumb in her mouth and stared up blankey at the starry mobile that hung-over head. She curiously lifted her leg as she felt the diaper being swept from underneath her bottom, but a small grip on her foot stopped her.
“Ah-ah-ah.” Fluttershy lowered Scootaloo’s one foot while she tended to her diaper with the other hand. Pulling the diaper from underneath the child’s backside, she rounded it into a ball. “Easy baby, your auntie just needs you to stay still for just a moment.”
Scootaloo smiled, taking her thumb out of her mouth and blew a strawberry in the air with her tongue. The drool sliding down the corner of her lips just a little.
“Heh.” Fluttershy giggled, picking up a few wipes. She began wiping the child’s backside, “I don’t know how you can stand having your mouth open. You’re a stinky girl.” She teased, pulling out baby powder. Ignoring any statement from her niece, the aunt made diligent work making sure she didn’t keep Scootaloo on that table any longer than necessary.
“Hehehe.” Scootaloo giggled, amorously wiping the spit off her face. She bent her head forward to look at the quiet commotion going around her backside then laid her head back down. “Am not stinky. I just smell like a baby.”
“Well, you’re not wrong.” The women admitted, lifting the child’s rump into the air and gently laid it down on lining of a new pair of Pampers. Smiling, she wrapped the diaper snuggly around the girl’s waist, “Babies do tend to either smell like nursery or poopy.”
Scootaloo blushed at the sentiment but nodded anyway.
Exchanging a similarly jovial look in kind, Fluttershy outreached her arms and undid the changing table’s nylon safety belt. “Alright sugar, you can sit up now.” She chimed.
Sticking her tongue out slightly, Scootaloo rolled forward onto her fresh feeling diapered backside with a big smile on her face.
“Heh, what is it Scootaloo?” Fluttershy questioned, turning her head to the side.
“I did it!” Scootaloo cheered, throwing her hands up into the air.
Fluttershy grabbed a baby wipe and started freshening her hand with it. “Did what?” She asked with a curious smirk.
“I went potty in my pants! I’m like a real baby!” She gushed, practically bouncing up and down in her seat with excitement.
The women chuckled as she went over to the diaper genie and tossed the wipe inside. “Hehe. Well you definitely are a real baby sweetie.” She said, offering a hand to the child as she hopped off the changing table. Very calmly, she started pacing towards the wardrobe, “But, even babies need to wear clothes in public. At least they should. I hate it when parents don’t dress their children.”
“Heh.” Scootaloo hopped on the carpeted ground with a grin and peered over at her aunt. “Why, what’s wrong with kids wearing only diapers.” She questioned, awkwardly prancing over to the wardrobe.
Fluttershy reached into the cupboard and yanked a blue denim romper off its hook. Picking the thing up by one of its shoulder straps, she carefully examined its tag. “Cause it’s deeming to the kid and really unsanitary for everyone if they have an accident.” Fluttershy said, tilting her head to the side as she peered at the black text, ‘Boys size ‘L’.
“Here sweetie, try this on.” Fluttershy said crouching on one knee and opening the top of the romper like it were a pair of pants. She watched as Scootaloo awkwardly arched one foot over the denim material and stepped inside. Diligently, she pulled the fabric up and over the girl’s backside and torso, tugging each strap over it’s individually suited shoulder.
Scootaloo meanwhile kept a curious eye on her waist as her diaper vanished underneath the stiff blue fabric of the romper.
“Is that good enough?” The aunt asked, curiously tugging at the somewhat spacey pant legs of her niece’s denim romper. She ran a hand up the inseam then checked around the back of the girl’s outfit, “Hmm, well your butt looks pretty big in it, but I don’t think anyone will pick up on the fact that you’re wearing a diaper.”
Very interested in what Fluttershy was saying, Scootaloo twisted herself like a dog trying to bite it’s own tail and smiled. “Hehehe! It does look like I have a big butt.” She giggled.
“Heh. That’s right.” Fluttershy nodded, finding her way back into her child’s wardobe. Diligent in her selection, she pulled out a basic black and white stripped pair of socks and a pair of mostly clean white converses.
Scootaloo sat on her comfortably diapered backside and hiked her knee a little. She tucked her foot into the elastic of each sock and pulled them over her foot. Picking up her shoe to do the same thing, her eyes went wide.
“Hmm, what’s wrong lovey? Do you need help tying your shoe?” She asked, watching as her child effortlessly slid her foot into the canvas material of the shoe.
“No.” Scootaloo plucked the shoe clean off her foot again. Smiling sheepishly, she checked the tag and spoke, “Well, this is a Youth 5.”
Fluttershy reached down and picked up the shoe. “You don’t wear a Youth 5?”
The child shook her head and giggled, “Hehe. I-uh. I wear a size Youth 3.5, remember.” Then her mind went on a tangent, “Wait, didn’t I buy a pink romper earlier at the mall? Could I wear that?”
“Really? I mean really about the shoe size, not the pink romper.” Fluttershy said, picking up the pair of converses and set them back in the wardobe. Smirking a little, she picked up a pair of considerably less refined pair of ‘Jumping Joy’ Youth 3.5 shoes.”
Scootaloo smiled happily as her aunt presented her with the mostly rubber sneakers. They were plastered with pink swirls, accents, and squishy purple stars on the side. But as she slid them on her feet, she confirmed that they were super comfortable.
“Heh. Well I’ll keep that in mind Tiny Feet.” She teased, standing up and gripping the door handle of the wardobe. “Do you want to change your shirt before we leave. I know your blue top kinda clashes with your sneakers a little. Plus it’s not a very uh- feminine outfit.”
“Nah, it’s fine.” Scootaloo answered, standing up and subconsciously tugging on the sides of her romper. Smiling proudly, she did a little hop in her new shoes.
“Heh, okee.” Fluttershy answered, calmly shutting her child’s wardrobe door.
Smiling, Scootaloo placed a hands on her hips and did a small stretch. “Heh, so why am I all dressed up anyway?
“Oh, we’re going out.” Fluttershy answered quite happily.
“WHAT?” Scootaloo practically yelled, her expression turning crestfallen.
Smirking, Fluttershy giggled. “Heh. That’s why I asked you about your outfit silly. I wanted to stop by a fast food shop for breakfast and the Toy Jamboree shop to pick some new toys for you to play with. But, if you wanna stay home for breakfast, aunty Fluttershy always has plenty of special milk and dried cereal.”
“No, I’m fine with the restaurant and stuff” Scootaloo lit a bit, but didn’t quiet drop off her worried expression. Swallowing a little nervously she smiled, “O-okay. I-I’ll go, but I think I will change my outfit a little after all.”
“Ah-ah-ah.” Fluttershy sounded walking towards the door, she gripped the railing and looked over at the kid. “I’m alright with you wearing a different t-shirt, but I want you to keep the romper and sneakers. I mean you have the right to choose your own stuff. But unless you want your diaper bulging your pants or making a bunch of noise, I’d recommend keeping the romper you have on right now on.”
Scootaloo nervously paced her way over to the wardrobe, peaking her head inside. “W-where are you going?” She asked taking a quick glance at the door.
Making her way out, Fluttershy yelled informatively. “I’m going to grab your diaper bag. The Toy Jamboree is like a half-hour drive down the road, after all.
“O-okay.” Scootaloo nodded to herself, picking out a basic pink top.
“Also one more thing.” Fluttershy said, smiling as she peaked her head back into the nursery’s doorway. “I wouldn’t recommend a pink top- that’s a bit tacky. A white top would work so much better with that romper and your trainers.”
Nodding, the child took a curious glance at the available clothes.
Meanwhile, Fluttershy walked back in her room. Making her way over to her bed stand, she picked up the pink neapolitan diaper bag that she’d stocked yester. She smirked a little, a little bit grossed out by its design. ‘Only when did I even by this thing?’ she rhetorically asked herself, picking it up and setting it on her bed. She unzipped the contents and took a curious peak inside, ‘seventies’.
Picking up the bag, she flipped it over and spilt it’s contents of diapers, wipes, toys, disposable changing matts, spare clothes, and what not all over the bed. She lifted the bag in the air and compressed it’s wet-proof vinyl material into a military-style roll.
She took a deep breath, slipped on her sandals and then head back to the nursery.
“Scootaloo?” She asked curiously, observing as the child tugged the strap of pink-denim overalls over her shoulder as she walked over to the closet.
In a semi-self-conscience manner, the child turned over to face her aunt. “W-what?” She asked, rubbing her right arm with her left hand.”
“You decided to change your outfit?” She asked, slightly annoyed that her niece blatantly ignored her advice. She pulled a considerably chicer gray, white, and pink bag that sported a cartoonish pink baby elephant on the side. Draping it over her shoulder, she turned back to look at the kid.
“Y-yeah.” Scootaloo nervously slipped the Jumping Joy sneakers back on her feet then looked up at her aunt. “I-is that alright?”
Fluttershy bit her lip a little and motioned with her hand, “Well, you listened to your aunt earlier right?”
The child lied, nodding her head trying not to look guilty.
The women smirked a little, much too wise to be fooled by a girl as young as Scootaloo. After all, she was a Doctor who’d spent entire days dealing with people too shy to tell the truth once upon a time.
She brushed her bangs out of her face and motioned with her hand, “Alright. Turn around, I’ve got to make sure your outfit fits right.”
“O-okay.” The child said, turning and crossing her arms. She knew for a fact that her romper was considerably less spacious around the inseam. But it still fit alright.
To her delight, Fluttershy could see Scootaloo’s bulbous Pampers flaring around the girl’s backside and stretched the pant legs slightly. “O-okay it fits fine.” Fluttershy smiled, stifling a chuckle with a fake yawn. Withdrawing her hand in front of her mouth, she walked over to the wardrobe and grabbed one of Scootaloo’s dresses off the rack.
“A-are you sure?” Scootaloo said, looking down and pushing at the front of the romper with her hand.
“Yeah-yeah.” The women answered, grining a little as she dropped the dress into the diaper bag, “Your romper fits perfectly is the perfect fit for a baby girl. Now let’s go. Trust me, we do not want to get caught at a Toy Jamboree at noon on a summer Friday.”
Scootaloo smiled, feeling her aunt’s hand rest on her shoulder as she waddled out the nursery.