“Momma?” Scootaloo called, clutching a brown bear tight to her chest. She looked around the room and cringed at the cool air that flew under her skirt. Looking up, she realized calm the room was. “M-Mrs.Cake?” she questioned, getting on her knees and crawling to the opposite side of the caging to check for her caretaker.
No one was there.
“Momma!” she called louder, standing up and waddling to the opposite side of the playpen near the door. She frowned a bit, her mommy never left her alone; at least, not without getting her ready for bed properly. Sitting on her padded tushie, she huffed staring around at the bars around her.
The crib walls looked huge to her; the thing must have been at least twice as tall as her in stature. If she were more daring, she’d climb out of the thing but she wasn’t sure if she could. It was odd but lately her muscles felt weaker and fatigue overtook her body every time she exulted what seemed like the slightest bit of energy she had.
She crawled under a blanket of hers and hugged unto her plush toy. Feeling around the mattress with her bare hands, she managed to grip a small piece of plastic. She groaned, sticking its rubber nipple into her mouth and falling back into the plush blankets that surrounded her.
She look up at the animals that dangled overhead, it seemed like everything had something hanging over her in this room. At that, along the rim of the white crib was a speaker. It was obvious that it doubled as a baby monitor, but instead her mommy wanted her to listen to its nursery like music.
The sound was so hypnotic, like a music box set on an infinite loop. She tried turning it off, but her hands couldn’t even reach the top of the crib. Every time she stood up, her legs felt so heavy that she usually ended up falling back on her padded behind.
She didn’t mind the immobility as much as how embarrassing it was to be so dependent. On the other hand, she really did like the feeling of being all swaddled. It made her feel so safe, like her inability to walk wasn’t so bad anymore.
Crawling under her blankets, she curled her legs close to her chest and hugged a nearby stuffed dolphin close to her chest. Time seemed non-existent as she had nothing other than the mobile to view; that and the vague shadows of her well shaded room.
A sleepy feeling came over her body, the same one that always did when she was relaxed. It was a sensual feeling in which every soft thing she made contact with made her more tired and she was always wrapped up nowadays.
“Baby?” a voice caught her attention from across the room, it was her mommy. Anymore her mommy was all she was thinking about. Something about the way she treated her always made her feel warm and fuzzy on the inside, more so than any blanket ever could.
The mother lightly walked up the small beam of light she had left when she opened her door. Being sure not to startle her baby, she wrapped her hand on Scootaloo’s shoulder and gently nudged her, “Baby, nap time is over.”
Her hands gripped around her baby’s back and pulled her up along with the pastel colored blanket that enveloped her. She held her baby close to her chest, her baby’s arm felt so cold. Looking down, she realized how naked she left her baby when she fell asleep.
“Oh my, we need to get you into something a little bit warmer. It’s nearly zero degrees outside and I’ve got you running around in your onesie and skirt like some school aged girl.” She said, sitting her child’s padded behind on the changing table.
Scootaloo laid back, realizing what was going on. She went through so many outfits nowadays. She kinda liked it, it made her feel a bit less conscience about wearing the same tired old clothes all the time, not to mention her clothes were always clean nowadays.
“Look Scootaloo…” Fluttershy panned, rummaging through her dresser and pulling out a soft white set of footie pajamas, “bunnies!” she cheered. In all honesty she really liked the outfit; bunnies were her favorite animals, right up there with dogs.
She brought the outfit over to the child and set it down on the rack off the side of the changing table. Without even asking, she lifted her daughter’s skirt and began unbuttoning the orange onesie. It was almost a given that Scootaloo had wet herself; there was a fifty-fifty chance that she would have used to and that was with potty breaks.
Going through the regular process of wiping and re-powdering the child, Fluttershy was left with the decision of which diaper she was going to put on her baby. She chose a diaper similar to the one she had on last time, it was just as puffy and swaddly as her last one. Why change what’s already fine?
“Momma, am I really gonna have to wear that?” The child questioned as her purple skirt was pull around her ankles and off her feet; her onesie was next to go. She went beat red, curling up a bit on her changing table. Bunnies were really babyish, even for her. Worst of all, she liked the idea.
Fluttershy smiled, helping her child into the mostly white set of footie pajamas. The lining to the collar and the arm cuffs were both pink. There were cute bunny faces that were added to the feet of the pajamas, its nose and inside of the ears were both pink. Everything else was a fuzzy cotton white.
She grabbed the zipper that started at Scootaloo’s calf and drug it all the way up to her baby’s neck. Smiling, she clipped a small fuzzy protector strap over her baby’s collar. “Awe.” she chimed, balling her hands together. Biting her thumb, she smiled “I’m sorry, you’re such a cute baby.”
The child sat silently on the changing table, unable to come up with an intelligent thing to say to her mommy. Her face turned beet red as she tried to avoid eye contact. She covered her face with her hands; she was still new to be thought of as cute. Cute was so foreign in general.
Getting on her hands and knees, she crawled over to the headrest side of the nursery and grabbed the pink pacifier that had been laying there forever. She grabbed it with her and but it was intercepted by Fluttershy.
Pulling the pink piece of plastic away from the child, the mother giggled. “Mommy has to clean her baby’s pacifiers you know? Who know how long that one has been sitting there? In fact, I think the cake twins were the last to use it. But, it’s a size 3… not meant for regular babies like them.” She said, putting it in her mouth. She cleaned the nipple off with her tongue then wiped it on her pink tee-shirt. “There you go baby.” She cooed, pushing it into her babies’ mouth.
Scootaloo was stunned; she didn’t want to move from her hands and knees. Cautiously, she sat back on her padded rump. She wasn’t used to balancing her backside on her poofy padding, let alone when it was still all fluffy and dry. The traction lost by her blanket sleeper didn’t help much either.
Her butt scooted backwards and she fell forward onto her hands. The vinyl on cotton really wasn’t helping much at all. She looked over at her mommy who was still ecstatically smiling at her. The blush on her own face never let off.
“You’re such a cutie, come here slippery butt. I bet you’re ready to play?” Fluttershy gestured as she walked over to the playpen. “Just saying, your auntie Lynn left. Now it’s just you, dada, and I.” she looked at the surrounding toys, the baby swing, and the walker.
“I think I’ll leave you with the tele for a little bit. Mind a sitting in your swing for a little bit?” she said, lifting her child into the pastel padded baby swing. After lacing her baby’s legs under it’s white plastic tray a leg separator, she worked the straps making sure they wrapped her baby snug and safely into the contraption.
Scootaloo leaned back in her seat; the swing was a little bit away from the T.V but not too far. She didn’t even have look up , the angle the seat was tilted at did most of the work. Eventually her mother came back with a cookie, it was chocolate chip. She now had a cookie jar somewhere in the nursery, probably on top of the medicine fridge. She couldn’t tell, it was impossible to see.
Her mind immediately scanned the cookie for any hairs or imperfections; there were none. She took the pacifier out of her mouth and set it on the tray in front of her, the drool on the rubber nipple made her cringe a bit on the inside but it wasn’t anything too nasty.
Come to think of it, even messing became less gross to her, even if it was all in her pants. She really didn’t mind the feeling, she could see it anyway. Still, she felt a bit bad about making her mommy change her. Then again, she wouldn't potty her pants if she had potty breaks.
“Momma? Can I have a drink?” she asked, looking at her mother whom was turning on the TV.
Fluttershy smiled, looking over at her baby. “Sure thing sweetie!” she said, running over to the mini-fridge behind her daughter. She opened the door and pulled a small red cardboard box from the metal shelf; it was apple flavored.
“Here you go sweetie pie…” she said, poking the straw through the hole of the aluminum cover. She handed it to her daughter and watched as she took it with both hands, “it’s apple juice from AJ’s farm actually. I hope you’re comfy.”
The child nodded, sipping more and more of the juice in her mouth, she was so thirsty lately; it made her cheeks flush easier. At that, her stomach wasn’t doing too well without the liquid. It seemed like the combination of fruit mash and dairy was starting to take its toll on her. It didn’t matter anyway; her bathroom was always on her. She took another sip of her drink; it was honestly nice being so distant from having to use the potty.
The mother leaned in close to her baby and gave her a pastel pink throw blanket. “Momma is gonna give you some time to wake up and then she’s gonna give you some time to really play in your bouncer alright? We gotta work those little leg muscles of yours don’t we?” she cooed, petting her child’s hair.
Scootaloo blushed at her mother’s words, but the prospect of being in her swing for a while made her happy on the inside. She closed her eyes and took a bite of her cookie.
Letting her baby have some time for herself, she walked over to the changing table and started preparing for the next diaper change. It was obvious Scootaloo was bound for another accident, even if not for the next few hours, she would eventually; it was something that she would just need to get used to. Scootaloo was after all just a baby now.
She ducked her head into the lower shelf of the table where all her diapers were. Over the years she had collected all sorts of disposable diapers, training pants, and cotton diapers. She never thought that a girl like Scootaloo would be wearing the diapers she was, if she was a regular girl she’d be wearing something a little more gender specific. Weird thought really.
Curiously, she picked the pack of pink princess pull-ups that she’d never used before. If she was going to be taking care of her baby with Big Mac, she thought it was best to get an opinion…
***
“B-Big Mac…” Fluttershy chirped, stepping down the stairs. The last time she left Big Mac, she was noodling with her old guitar. It’d been years since she bothered picking the thing up, she might as well let her boyfriend mess with it.
“Hmm?” he questioned, tuning the guitar. It’d been years since it’d been tuned, not that it mattered, but it could definitely use some TLC. Smiling, he looked over at the fuchsia haired girl.
The young mother held the pack of training pants out to her boyfriend. She carefully took her seat and set them on her lap. She sighed, “What’s your opinion on this? Like, what’s your real opinion? I-I’m kind of concerned of what I need to do. I really don’t wanna screw that sweetie pie up.”
“And ya want to potty train her?” the fatherly figure asked, taking a look at the decorative pink packaging; it was unopened. He chuckled, “Can’t say ah really care much for toilet training her, not with all her problems. No offense, but I’m not sure if I really know how to handle it. I also don’t know how good a little filly would feel about wearing those, they ain’t my style ya know?”
Fluttershy held the package close to her chest like a stuffed animal and moaned, “Ooh, that doesn’t help. I don’t know what to do with Scootaloo. I know she’s not trying to do stupid things anymore, but I think her motivation is gone. It’s like she really would be happy just being a baby her whole life.”
She looked at the package and stuck her tongue out, “Dumb diapers, dumb Fluttershy!” Annoyed, she covered her face with the package and bit into them.
“Well sweetie, ah know eatin’ them won’t do ya much good. I can’t say keepin’ her a baby her whole life is a good idea, but ah don’t wanna push her into doing stuff she can’t handle. She’s more delicate than a daisy, it’s a miracle she hasn’t tripped and seriously injured herself.” Big Mac sighed, looking over at the package, “Maybe she’s not ready.”
Looking down at the package herself, she tossed it unto the table that sat in front of her. It was obvious that Scootaloo was enjoying her treatment, she seemed to enjoy every moment of being swaddled; let alone the breastfeeding. Perhaps it was the lack of a true bond in her life; maybe she was frightened of losing her mommy as soon as she grew up. She didn’t want to let her child down though and it wasn’t like she was really putting her baby in a situation she couldn’t handle.
She looked over at her boyfriend and gripped his hand. “Why did Scootaloo have to have potty issues, why the nursery, why this stupid idea?” she questioned, her voice becoming more and more hysterical. “I-I just wanna do what’s best for my baby. But how will I ever break it down for her.”
Big Mac reached over and wrapped her arms around his girlfriend. “Honey, you’re overthinking this. Ya just gotta calm yourself and let her grow up on her own. We might wanna get her into a special program though, or maybe homeschool her. It wouldn’t be doing her many favors letting her go to school all pampered like she is.”
“You’re right.” The mother said quite bluntly. “I-I’m gonna keep her as my baby, I-It wouldn’t be right to force her out of her baby days. She just loves pretending so much. I-I just really hope this is the right idea.”
Picking up the guitar again, Big Mac smiled nodding. “You’re her momma Flutters, I already got my own sis to care for.”
“Right.” Fluttershy giggled, looking over at her boyfriend. “I-I’m gonna go check on my baby girl real quick. How long have we been out here? Like, half an hour? I’m sure she’s anxious to get out in move, I’ll be right back!” she said, standing up and running towards the stairs.
***
“Dashie, you should have seen Scootaloo today! She’s soo cute, I swear half the time I just wanna keep her a baby forever. You know, when she doesn’t have poopy pants, then she gets a little less cute. Still, she’s really eager to the idea of staying in diapers. I think she’s always felt pressured Dash, she just needed someone she could trust to show her real self to.
Today she used her bouncer for the first time actually. Boy did she have fun! It kinda made me giggle considering she was wearing her little bunny wunny footie pajamas. She like hopping a lot, I think when she develops her legs a little bit I’m going to sign her up for a tumble class. Her legs have a long way to go though and I’m going to have to get her some better clothes first.
If you wanna be real nice, for Christmas you could send her a pretty dress or two. I’m afraid if I bring her out in shorts, her diaper might peak out of the top of the waist. I don’t want her to feel self-conscience about her underwear. I suppose I could start sending her out in training panties, but she’s really determined not to use the potty; at least I think so.
I suppose I have to bother potty training her at least some. I don’t know, this letter is stupid…”
Fluttershy crumpled up the paper into a ball and sighed, truthfully she was really trying to get her thoughts straight. This was difficult. The decision didn’t have to be face quite now, not yet.
Big Mac stepped up behind Fluttershy with the guitar and looked down at the array of papers scattered all around the poor girl. Her whole floor was a completely glazed in a white mess.
“Sorry, I was uh…”
“Ventin’?” Big Mac questioned.
The mother nodded, “Mmmhmm, I swear I feel like letting go.”