After School Help

Chapters

Butterflies in Her Stomach
First Hand Experience
The Most Important Lesson

Butterflies in Her Stomach

Fluttershy twiddled her thumbs, pointed her toes together, and tried to look anywhere but in front of her. Her eyes glanced towards the open door, where just moments ago the last of her classmates had left her behind. She looked to the floor, where she’d dropped her book bag, a hastily shoved test with a bright red F poked out .

Finally, she couldn’t take it anymore and her eyes looked up at Ms. Eris.

The woman towered a good head and shoulders over her student. Wispy white hair waterfalled down her back, pooling around to hug her sides right below her… rather generous chest that struggled to escape her brown sweater. The way it hugged her body seemed almost impossible, pushing out her curves to angles unknown to mathematics—

“Fluttershy!”

A timid “eep!” escaped her lips as she realized she’d been staring. Fluttershy snapped her gaze up to her teacher’s eyes. Red, with yellow sclera. They were an oddity, unique even in a world where anyone could be as colorful as a rainbow. So curious that Fluttershy couldn’t help but stare. She could get lost in the hard gaze—

“Fluttershy!” The first time Ms. Eris had been annoyed. Now she sounded angry.

“A-Ah…” Fluttershy’s lip quivered. Blinking, she crashed back to reality. “Yes ma’am?!”

Eris pinched the skin between her eyebrows, and sighed loudly. “You just can’t concentrate, can you? Is that why your grades have been slipping lately?”

Fluttershy bit her lip. So that was why she’d been asked to stay after class. And here she’d been entertaining the idea that maybe… She shook her head. “N-No. I can concentrate. I just…” Her thumbs wrestled each other while. “I’m used to animals, is all.”

As if on cue, her book bag rustled. The bunny inside was getting restless.

Ms. Eris actually chuckled. “Of course you are.”

Fluttershy winced. Why was she laughing? It was the truth. Fluttershy had always known she’d do poorly in any child care class. She’d been dreading the required course ever since she was a freshman. Now having started her senior year, she couldn’t have put it off any longer.

Really she just preferred anything to the creepy, lifeless baby dolls the students were required to look after. Guinea pigs, rabbits, puppies, cats, even Pinkie’s baby alligator were all far easier to deal with. She could practically talk to them, and more often than not it felt like they could respond to her. But what was she supposed to say to a hunk of plastic in a onesie?

“I’m sorry…” she mumbled, eyes returning to the floor.

“And just who are you apologizing too?” Ms. Eris asked. With an index finger she tilted Fluttershy’s chin up. “Me?”

Eris didn’t remove her finger, but Fluttershy tried her best to nod. Saying “yes” would just result in a squeak at this point.

“For doing poorly in my class?” Eris tsked. “Fluttershy, I’m the one who should be apologizing to you. A student failing reflects rather poorly on my ability to teach, don’t you think?”

“Yes?” Fluttershy squeaked. “Wait! I mean, no? I-I don’t—”

Eris cut her off with another chuckle. But what was so funny? Didn’t Fluttershy just insult her?

Her index finger tapped Fluttershy’s jaw closed before withdrawing. “Fluttershy, obviously I want you to do well in my class. You’re one of my precious little students, after all.”

For some reason, Fluttershy’s cheeks felt warm. “Th-Thank—”

“So I’ll tell you what I’m going to do.” Eris bent down until they were eye level. “I think what you need is a little help outside of the classroom. Why don’t you come to my home on Saturday? With just the two of us I’m sure we can make more headway than we would in this cramped, little classroom, don’t you?”

Fluttershy could feel her pupils shrinking. Her? At a teacher’s house? Wouldn’t that be improper? That seemed like it would be very improper. She started eyeing the door. Maybe it was time for her to go. “Umm…”

Ms. Eris cocked an eyebrow. “What’s the matter? You do want to do better in my class, don’t you?” Her lips morphed into a small pout.

Fluttershy nodded vigorously. Of course she did! Failing a required course meant she’d have to make it up over the summer. Or worse yet, not graduate until next year.

Pouty lips morphed yet again, this time into an arrogant smile. “Then there shouldn’t be any problem with you coming over, ok?”

Fluttershy’s eyes flicked down to Ms. Eris’ dangling breasts. Then up again. “Ok!” she practically yelled.

“Good.” Ms. Eris’ smile only grew. She stepped back from Fluttershy and over to her desk. Bending over it, she grabbed a pen and a sticky note, and started scribbling. Her long skirt hugged her hips in a way that put her sweater to shame.

Fluttershy caught herself staring and pulled her eyes away from the older woman’s body. Back to the door. No. To her book bag. Also no. She was back at Ms. Eris’ butt.

A whole day alone with her. Fluttershy gulped. That was… exciting? Scary? Both? Both. Both was good.

“Here we go.” Ms. Eris peeled the sticky note free of its stack, just in time for a blushing Fluttershy to look back up at her. Eris pushed the note into Fluttershy’s hands.

Her fingers tripped over themselves trying to take it. Eventually it stuck to her pinkie finger, and she was finally able to pull away from her teacher’s warm hands. Why was she blushing so hard right now?

“Stop by around ten,” Ms. Eris winked. “And remember to eat a big breakfast before you come. We won’t be stopping for anything.”

Fluttershy gulped again and nodded. She opened her mouth, unsure if she was supposed to say “thank you” or not. Just then, the late bell rang, swallowing whatever timid line came out of her mouth.

Ms. Eris nudged her head to the door. “You’d better get going.”

“R-Right.” Fluttershy scooped up her book bag and flew out the door. Halfway to her next class she took a deep breath, her first one in… how long, exactly? Her heart was racing and her cheeks couldn’t seem to cool down.

The bunny in her bag poked its head out, chewing on a ripped piece of her failed test.

“Oh, Angel,” Fluttershy whispered. Her eyes darted from him to the address on her pinkie finger. “What am I going to do?”

What am I going to do?

All week Fluttershy had been asking herself that question. Now Saturday was here, but an answer still wasn’t.

She tugged at her skirt, studying the concrete sidewalk in front of Ms. Eris’ home. She didn’t want to look up, because then she’d see the door. Seeing the door meant she’d have to go in. And going in meant she’d be alone… with Ms. Eris.

The butterflies in her stomach would just not let up!

Fluttershy was running out of excuses to just stand around outside too. It was nearly ten, she was supposed to knock soon. If she didn’t Ms. Eris might come to the window to look for her, and then she’d see Fluttershy just standing on the sidewalk like a loser.

And if that happened Fluttershy was pretty sure she’d just up and die.

Come on, be brave! Optimism bloomed to life inside her. It died the second she took her first step.

No! No no no! Nononononono!

This was just too much. She couldn’t fathom what today was going to be like. Ms. Eris was always so… she could just… she was always so in control. It felt like she owned every moment she was present for. She was electric. Magnetic. Fluttershy found it so hard to concentrate during Ms. Eris’ classes because that. How was she supposed to survive a day alone with her for pity’s sake?

But what would she do if she missed this chance?

The thought surprised Fluttershy, enough to send her mouth agape. It took a few solid seconds of blinking before she managed to close it. And she swallowed too.

Some part of her wanted this. And another part of her really didn’t want this. But the other part really really wanted this.

To be alone… with Ms. Eris… all day…

Fluttershy brought her knees together, biting her lip. She could flutter between wanting this and not wanting this all day, but at some point her teacher would see her standing out here. Better to at least enter on her own terms.

She took a step forward.

Another.

One more.

Closer.

Almost…

There. She was at the front door. Keeping up the momentum, Fluttershy knocked. And immediately burst into flames.

Oh no! Her fingers curled as if they’d been burned. What was I thinking? I’m not ready! I’m not—

Ms. Eris opened the door. Fluttershy’s flames were snuffed out, leaving behind a puddle that used to be her.

Ms. Eris… in casual clothes.

An earthy tank top hugged her chest. Shorts far too small for any school dress code around her hips. So much was… visible…

Fluttershy gulped. Ms. Eris smiled.

“Hello, Fluttershy. Glad you could make it.” Eris took her by the wrist, leading her inside before the greeting could be returned.

“H-Hello!” Fluttershy squeaked out, door shutting behind her.

“Make yourself at home,” Eris winked. “But do leave your shoes on the mat.”

“Okay.” She was starting to process that she was in Ms. Eris’ house. Her house of all things! And it was…

...well…

Fluttershy found her nerves vanished for just a moment as she took in the room around her. A living room, if you could call it that.

Nothing made sense.

None of her furniture matched. A white leather couch sat next to bright red globe chairs. Before them a coffee table that was a hideous amalgamation of metal, oak, and glass. A spiral staircase that led to nowhere. And a grandfather clock who’s face had been swapped with a digital display. Paintings dotted the walls without rhyme or reason. Upside down, or resting on a corner, or flat and sideways… though all of them surrealist works.

The walls themselves were a travesty. Some half painted with one color, only to give up halfway through and finish with something else. Bright yellow into dirt brown. Sunny orange into moss green. Some walls were pinstriped, others had polka dots.

Naturally none of the light fixtures matched either, from the mermaid floor lamp to the ceiling fan that had turbine-like blades.

“U-Uh…” The word “ugly” was on the tip of her lips.

“Hmm?” Eris looked back at her bewildered student. She followed her eyes around the room, before smirking. “Ah yes.” She waved her arm around, flicking her wrist. “Interior design is my passion.”

“R-Right.” Fluttershy didn’t want to be rude, but… she felt like Ms. Eris should get a new passion. “I-is your whole house like this?”

She snorted. “I wish. But on a teacher’s salary.” She put the back of her hand to her forehead, dramatic-like. “Alas, this was all I could manage.”

Phew. Fluttershy was worried she’d vomit if she had to spend too much time in a room like this. At least there were safe places elsewhere.

“Make yourself at home,” Eris waved indiscriminately to the very un-homey room. “Let me get you some tea.”

“Oh, you don’t have to—” But she already disappeared into her kitchen.

Fluttershy bit her lip. She didn’t want to be rude—especially as a guest, and one that needed help at that—but everything about this place was just… uncomfortable.

She shrugged off her backpack, gripping straps with both hands. Eventually, she shuffled over to one of the globe chairs and hunched down into it. Fluttershy tried to make herself as small as possible in that chair, crouching and pulling her limbs in tightly.

She was actually here. Sitting in Ms. Eris’ house.

Thumpthumpthumpthumpthump.

Her heart was beating so fast it might just burst.

“I hope jasmine is okay.”

Fluttershy jumped. Eris was back already?! It was like she’d teleported in.

Eris snickered, one hand over her face. “Sorry, did I scare you?”

Fluttershy’s nod was practically a whimper. But it earned another snicker, and that almost made her feel like it was the right choice?

“Here,” Eris leaned down, her other hand offering a saucer with a cup of simmering tea. “This oughta calm you down some.”

Her eyes widened. As Eris bent over, her tank top loosened ever so slightly, putting her breast eye level to…

Fluttershy ripped her white knuckles from her book bag, and graciously accepted the tea. “Th-a-a-ank you!” The cup met her lips far too soon, splashing some down her chin instead. Unable to accept that accident, Fluttershy peeled her lips open and let the drink scorch her tongue. She didn’t even flinch, unable to take her eyes away from the view.

“Oh, sweetie,” Eris tsked as Fluttershy pulled the cup away. Eris nudged Fluttershy’s head up with her index finger, thumb wiping away the tea that was dribbling down. “So messy.”

Fluttershy was on fire again.

Thankfully it was doused as Eris pulled away at last, wiping her hand on her shorts. All that remained was a smoldering blush.

She quickly downed the rest of her tea, because at this point it could only cool her off. Eris smiled to herself, sauntering over to the couch and spreading out comfortably on it. “So… about your performance in my class.”

Fluttershy gulped. She set the empty cup down on the table, and fumbled with her bag. “Right… um… right.” Why wouldn’t her blush go away? Oh, it must be so noticeable! Hopefully Eris didn’t think anything of it…

She pulled out her notes from class, flopping it open to whatever random page. “I think… uh… well I know that I…” she flipped through the pages, head dipping lower to hide her cheeks. “I know that I know this. Really, I do! I just… whenever we have a test… or a take home project with the dolls… I don’t know why I can’t figure it out.”

“Hmm.” Eris let her head rest in her hand. “Are you saying you just don’t have the instinct for motherhood?”

“Well I—” She gripped her notebook tightly. “I’m really good at caring for animals. I know them very well. It’s almost like I can talk to them, you see.” She sighed. “I just don’t understand babies as well.”

“You know what I think?” Eris scooted forward, closing the distance between them just a bit.

“What?” Fluttershy wanted to scoot away. Eris was nearing the edge of the couch now… they’d practically be on top of each other then.

“I think you’re having trouble putting yourself in the mindset of a baby,” Eris explained. “What they want, what they need. What they like and dislike. Babies aren’t mindless you know; they can tell when something’s happening that they don’t like.”

Fluttershy nodded, absorbing every word. Should she be writing this down? She scrambled for a pen, about to put it against the paper when…

Eris’ hand, reaching forward and clasping hers. Stopping her notes, and Fluttershy’s heart.

“Mm!” She tugged gently to get away, steam pouring out of her ears. Eris held firm.

“Fluttershy.” Eris pulled her attention up. They were making eye contact. “I think you should try being the baby.”

She blinked, whatever trance over her temporarily broken. “W-What?”

“A caregiver needs to understand a baby’s every need. But if you can’t do it instinctually, then the only way you’ll know what they need is to… crawl a mile in their shoes, so to speak.”

Fluttershy brought her knees together. Eris’ hand still on hers… she felt almost trapped. “That’s… um…”

“Weird?” Eris asked. She finally let go. In order to laugh. “Yes, I suppose it is a rather absurd suggestion.”

Fluttershy laughed too, nervously. “Uhm… yeah. It is.” A joke, of course.

“But in my life, I’ve found the absurd suggestions often work.” Eris winked. Not a joke.

“Y-you’re serious?” Fluttershy choked on her last chuckle. “You want me to… baby?”

Eris chortled. “Well when you put it like that, you’re already halfway there.”

Fluttershy shook her head, hands patting red cheeks to calm them down. “No—! I didn’t… Um… I’m not a baby, Ms. Eris.”

“Well of course you aren’t.” It sounded like there was an unspoken “yet” on her teacher’s lips. “But I think pretending for a few hours would really help you understand what it’s like to be one.”

Hours? Fluttershy’s fingers curled. “So… you just want me to crawl around on the ground? And babble or something?”

“Oh no,” Eris shook her head. “Fluttershy, you’re not quite understanding me. I want to you get the full breath of what it’s like to be a baby. How they’re treated, what they eat.” Her eyes glinted. “What they wear.”

Fluttershy gulped. “I—I don’t think I… um… want to.”

Eris feigned a pout, but she feigned it so well. “Now Fluttershy, I’m offering to help you, you understand that right?”

“Yes,” came her meek reply.

“I would hate for you to fail my class. Wouldn’t you?”

“Yes” Meeker.

“But I genuinely don’t know if there’s a way you can pass at your current rate. I think you know that better than anyone.”

“Yes.” Somehow meeker still.

“So perhaps… I’m only suggesting now… that if you follow my advice, there’s a chance you could do better.”

“Yes.” Almost a reflex at this point, but Fluttershy’s eyes bulged as she realized what she was agreeing to. “I mean—” And she bit her tongue.

Eris clapped her hands, face sparkling. She’d never looked this delighted before. “So you’ll try my idea?”

Her raw happiness deflated Fluttershy’s resistance. So much so that she didn’t even question why Eris would be this happy about this.

But her reservations still overpowered everything else. Arms crossed, head turning away, Fluttershy tightened her lips and curled her toes.

“I know it’s a little embarrassing,” Eris acknowledged.

A little? Eris had all but laid out her intention to put Fluttershy in a— a…

“But that’s why I invited you here to try it.” Eris outstretched her arms to the empty room. “This is a safe space. No one will make fun of you for acting a little childish here.” She dropped her arms to place a hand on Fluttershy’s shoulder. “And if it makes you feel better, we can refer to it as ‘studying’ or something like that. Would you like to ‘study’ with me, Fluttershy?”

The young girl bit her lip, twiddled her fingers, did anything to summon the courage to say no.

This is crazy! Her mind raced. I can’t believe this is what Ms. Eris wanted to do with me. How is acting like a baby supposed to be any kind of studying? It’s just crazy talk is what it is!

I couldn’t actually learn anything this way, right? It’s not like I don’t already know what it’s like to be a baby, I actually was one once! Not… that I remember anything about it. But still, that doesn’t matter. I shouldn’t have to do this.

But if I don’t pass this class…

But this won’t help!

But Ms. Eris thinks it might…

But she’s— my teacher…

…

I really… I really need to pass this class. I can’t be held back. What veterinary school would accept a student who had to repeat a grade?

Even if its embarrassing, no one will know.

And if it works… If it works… maybe it will work…

“Will this really work?” Fluttershy asked so softly, even she barely heard herself.

Eris brushed aside her pink hair, looking into her eyes once more. “Of course it will. I’ve never left a student behind, and I don’t intend to start now.”

“…Okay," she spoke, the word sealing her fate.

She had no idea what she'd just gotten herself into.

Author's Note

This has been burning a hole in my gDocs since... forever? Yeah, forever. I'm gonna see if I can finally finish it.

First Hand Experience

Fluttershy was not ready for this.

Eris led her through the hallways of her home, so giddy she was practically skipping. In comparison, Fluttershy’s feet dragged behind her. She’d actually agreed to this…

Why? What had possessed her? Already regret and reservations welled up within her and she hadn’t been short on either before saying yes to her teacher’s insane idea.

I could have walked away. Fluttershy scolded herself. I could have found another way to study. I could have said no.

So why did she say yes?

It wasn’t… because she wanted to spend more time with Ms. Eris, was it? Fluttershy grabbed a fistful of her skirt, heart feeling like lead at the thought.

She couldn’t deny it. She found her teacher very attractive. Even now as her thoughts were zipping around at a million miles per hour, her eyes were drifting up to her teacher’s hips, swaying side to side with each step.

Fluttershy’s blush only got bigger. Back to staring at the floor.

Okay, she really wanted to spend time with Ms. Eris. That much was obvious, but was she really going to go this far? She was about to be dressed like a… like a baby for pity’s sake! This couldn’t be worth it.

And yet, Fluttershy couldn’t muster the will to say she’d changed her mind. Instead she remained silent, catching guilty glimpses of her teacher’s rear before being led through a door.

“Here we are.” Ms. Eris pulled Fluttershy up next to her. “What do you think?”

Every thought bouncing around in her head fought to be heard at the request. She was only saved by the fact that there were too many to voice at once. Then she realized her teacher was talking about the room.

And that was when Fluttershy realized the living room was not, in fact, the worst room in Eris’ home.

It was… bizarre, like a little slice of their childcare class at Canterlot High was in someone’s house. It was even complete with a familiar changing table, crib, playpen and more. Fluttershy got dizzy trying to sort out all the toys and paraphernalia littering the floor before her. You couldn’t step two feet into this room without stepping on some plastic keys or tripping over a tower made out of blocks. But the weirdest part, unlike at school, nothing here seemed meant for babies. It was all sized up to be used by adults by the looks of things.

“Wh-What?” Fluttershy shook her head. Nope, not dreaming. “Why do you have all of this?”

Ms. Eris waved her hand nonchalantly. As one did when they revealed their secret adult nursery to another. “Our first order of supplies for the class mixed up the sizes. Someone added an extra zero where it shouldn’t have been, something like that.” Her grin was devilish. “Caused quite a bit of chaos at the time, so I took it off the school’s hands and kept it in storage.” She poked Fluttershy’s side playfully. “Until I invited you over that is.”

“O-Okay…” That seemed like a reasonable enough explanation. Except… the pale pink carpet that lined the room, and the infantile wallpaper that had hearts and teddy bears dotting it… that didn’t seem like something Ms. Eris had just pulled out of storage this week.

“Now then.” While Fluttershy had been lost in thought, Eris slipped behind her and closed the door. “Why don’t you take off your clothes and we’ll get started.”

“T-Take off—” Fluttershy felt lightheaded. Eris didn’t even make a move to turn around or avert her eyes. “Uh… but…”

Eris snickered. “What? You didn’t expect to wear your big girl clothes, did you?”

Fluttershy grabbed two fistfuls of her skirt now. She directed her reply to the carpet. “Well no…” But I thought I’d at least get a little privacy…

“Come on,” Eris gave the changing table a pat. “Unless you want me to help you—”

“No!” Fluttershy squeaked. She’d die if that happened. Or at least pass out. And then die. “I-I’ll do it…”

Her fingers fidgeted. Eris made no move to turn away. No modicum of privacy was allowed. Fluttershy fumbled with the edge of her skirt. She at least turned away, hoping to pretend she was alone. Hearing the woman behind her snicker shattered that illusion before it began.

Finally, Fluttershy realized she had no choice. She started innocently enough, kicking off her shoes and fiddling her socks off with her toes. Next, her hands came down and bunched up her skirt again.

Pink-faced, Fluttershy couldn’t tell if she was breathing quickly from nervousness or excitement. Before she could decide, she bent down and pulled her skirt off. It became a puddle of cloth on the floor. A tingle went down Fluttershy’s spine and she turned around. Eris was casually setting up the changing table… but she could have sworn the woman had just been staring at her. The feeling of hungry eyes on her rear didn’t leave Fluttershy. She focused on her shirt next.

Lifting it up and over her head, she revealed the back of her bra to Eris. By the time the shirt released her face, there wasn’t a hint of yellow left. She dropped it into the pile forming on the floor.

It was chilly. “R-Ready,” she declared, half-turning around. Eris was patting a spot on the changing table already. Fluttershy whined in the back of her throat.

Stepping away from her clothes, she shuffled slowly to her teacher. But Eris put her hands on her hips.

“W-What?” Fluttershy mumbled, eyes to the floor, to Eris, to the floor.

Ms. Eris was also looking to the floor. Or rather, just looking down. Where was she…? Fluttershy summoned the courage to follow her teacher’s gaze. Right down to her panties.

“Eep!” Fluttershy’s hands leapt to cover the pink cotton hugging her crotch. Eris chuckled. Her eyes lifted and pulled Fluttershy’s up with them. “Y-You mean…?”

“Perhaps I should have been more clear,” Eris chuckled. “I meant take off all your clothes.” Her fingers played with the bra strap on Fluttershy’s shoulder.

All? The voice in her head was a squeak. “B-B-B-But—”

“Babies don’t wear underwear, Fluttershy.” Eris tsked. “Are you that far behind in class?”

“N-No!” Stop stammering! Stop stammering, please! “I j-just… do I have to?”

“Yes.” That wasn’t a gentle nudge. Ms. Eris’ voice was stern.

She whimpered in the back of her throat. Surely her teacher realized how awkward this was, right? She was asking a student to completely strip for her! There was no way this was appropriate! Even with her crush, Fluttershy could understand that much.

Her hands shook. They reached the waist of her panties.

In that moment, she decided she was still going to do it. Because… Because Ms. Eris asked her to. Because this was all for her grade. Of course it was. Ms. Eris knew that. She wasn’t blushing or awkward in the slightest. Not the tiniest bit of shame when asking—demanding—her to strip. That was just how professional she was.

Fluttershy pushed her panties down. Cold air met her privates. Her fingers still shook as she lifted them away, letting her underpants slowly drift down her legs.

Unable to look Ms. Eris in the eyes anymore, Fluttershy found a wall to lock her gaze on instead. She swallowed, fingers beginning to fidget with the hooks on the back of her bra, but they were far too stiff, far too shaky. No matter how long she fiddled, she couldn’t unhook it.

Finally, Ms. Eris leaned down to assist her. “Here.”

Her hands reached around Fluttershy in a touchless hug. That alone would have sent shivers down Fluttershy’s spine, but what happened next sent shivers down something else. As Eris reached for the hooks herself, her breasts ever so slightly grazed Fluttershy’s.

The poor girl almost died. Only two layers of fabric, her own bra and Eris’ way-too-thin tank top kept their nipples from touching. Contact that lasted a mere second, but had her holding her breath for the next minute.

Her clit winked, suddenly wet with excitement.

No! Fluttershy’s hands jumped to shield it from view. If Ms. Eris saw then… then…

Her teacher finished unhooking her bra. Fluttershy felt the straps loosen, before the whole thing slid down to her wrists. Suddenly, her breasts were bouncing free.

Fluttershy squeezed her eyes shut, almost bringing a hand to cover them but was terrified to take away from the wall of fingers she’d built in front of her privates. She was forced to let her boobs hang in the open. She’d always felt their large size was a burden; attracting unwanted attention no matter where she went. But she’d take all the eyes in the world on her right now just to avoid the one pair that currently got to look at her.

She’s going to find out! Fluttershy realized, tears eeking out of her eyes. Eris would see her taut, coral nipples and realize something was going on with the girl. Worse yet, Fluttershy couldn’t hide them without revealing how wet her pussy still was. Her teacher was going to find out! This was awful!

Please let it end! Please, oh please, I’ll do anything!

“Alright little girl, upsie daisy!”

Before Fluttershy could ask what that meant—before she could even open her eyes—Eris put her hands under her armpits. Her lids shot open at the cold touch. “W-What?!”

But Eris didn’t hesitate. She lifted Fluttershy up into the air. Her legs dangled and her thighs squeezed together, but mostly, she just blushed harder. Ms. Eris was far stronger than Fluttershy had assumed; she handled the naked girl with ease.

She set her down on the chilly plastic of the changing table. Fluttershy shivered before her bare butt even made contact.

Eris hummed to herself, dipping below Fluttershy’s field of view. She heard drawers open and crinkly material rustle. Her heart skipped a beat. But at least the threat of being diapered finally got her privates to calm down… a little.

“Here we go!” Fluttershy’s heart skipped a beat once more as Ms. Eris came back up. In her hands, a giant poofy square. Genuinely giant. Fluttershy thought it must be at least the size of her head.

Where on Earth did she get that? She wondered. She assumed these were just going to be regular adult diapers. Not a glorified pillow!

Eris began to unfold the monster, its overwhelming size making them both seem a little smaller. Fluttershy gulped as her teacher brought it towards her.

“Legs up, sweetie.” She prodded Fluttershy’s feet with the diaper.

Her face was so hot, she thought she might suffer third degree burns. Fluttershy inched her legs up little by little. Then Eris seemed to get bored, grab her by the ankles, and forced even her butt into the air. “Eep!”

The diaper slid underneath, Fluttershy’s rear coming to rest on it. She immediately noticed how her cheeks sank into the plush material. Her breath caught in her throat. S-Soft…

Her teacher looked at her with a cocked eyebrow. “Fluttershy.”

“Yes!”

“You’re going to have to move your hand now, sweetie.”

Fluttershy bit her tongue. She was still guarding her privates and her hand only stiffened above it. She was still damp, wincing as the faintest hint of wetness rolled off, only to be absorbed by the diaper below.

Eris gripped her gingerly by the elbow, and moved her hand away. Fluttershy’s breathed harder, face burning. As if to taunt her more, when Eris pulled her hand away, she let a finger graze Fluttershy’s waist, and run down the length of her thigh.

“U-Uhm…”

The front of the diaper leapt up, swallowing her pelvis. She squeaked. Loudly.

Eris giggled at the shocked girl’s face. “My my, it’s almost like you weren’t expecting it, dearie.”

Fluttershy tried to exhale. That was her only response.

The feeling! Cushy, plush, fluffy padding. It had slammed against her most intimate areas in a devastatingly soft punch. And to make matters worse, Eris was taping the thing to her waist. The padding crinkled as it was wrapped snuggly around her, pressing into her all the more.

Fluttershy was so hot she was sweating now. This feeling… it was actually one she knew quite well. She’d first discovered masturbation by pressing pillows into her crotch, using the soft edges and squishy bodies for pleasure. And while it’d had upset her mother a great deal to discover the messy throws, Fluttershy had been elated. Even if she hadn’t done it like that in years, she very clearly remembered the sensation.

And this felt just like it.

“Ah… Ah…” Fluttershy couldn’t relax, even when Ms. Eris’ hands left her waist. The soft interior of the diaper brushed up against her in so many ways. It explored the crevices of her body, but only just. A long forgotten instinct resurfaced, asking her to push the fluffy feeling deeper into her body. She almost did.

“There we go!” Eris booped her nose, reminding her of the messed up reality she was still in. “All wrapped up and ready to go. How’s it feel… baby?”

“I-I-It…” Fluttershy couldn’t put the feeling into words. Or… she could. But it’d be deeply inappropriate to do so with her teacher right here.

Eris giggled again, a wry smile pressed into her lips. “Why don’t you take a moment then. This is all about getting you into the mindset of a baby after all.” She winked. Fluttershy gulped.

As her teacher reached back down, Fluttershy tried to follow her direction. She ignored the tantalizing feeling of her nethers, hoping instead that the reminder of her school work would snap her out of it.

That was right! She was failing a class; even in danger of being held back. She had to follow Ms. Eris’ instructions right now.

So putting her feelings aside, Fluttershy tried to find that baby-ish mindset. But she couldn’t stop blushing either way. It was just so humiliating! The massive diaper spread her legs to opposite ends of the room. She tried to sit up, but found it difficult at best. And her diaper’s crinkling did not favors in that regard.

How would she even walk like this? Her semi-split legs wouldn’t make it easy to waddle, let alone walk. And doorways would have to be approached from the side from now on.

Just the knowledge that she couldn’t walk right, if at all, really helped with the baby side of things, at least. Through the steam rising off of her face, Fluttershy could see why it must be so difficult for babies. Little animals learned to be self sufficient early on. Most could walk within hours after being born. Fluttershy was a neonate by comparison. She’d be relying on Ms. Eris and her… strong arms to get her places.

Somehow, Fluttershy’s blush deepened.

“Here we go,” Ms. Eris returned to view, flashing a new article of clothing in front of her diapered pupil. “What do you think about this?”

Fluttershy blinked to attention. A shirt? Her eyes drifted down the seafoam green cloth before her. No… The unbuttoned hatch at the bottom told her exactly what this thing was.

“A onesie?” She asked with a crack in her voice. And a big one at that.

“Well of course.” Eris draped the giant baby garment over her arm. “Unless you want your girls to stay out. Your call.” She gestured to Fluttershy’s chest.

Eyes bulging, Fluttershy realized she was still mostly naked. Her hands jumped into her breasts, hiding only so much of her flesh. “I-I’ll wear it!”

A smirk. “Thought so.”

Eris lifted Fluttershy off of the changing table, cradling her for a moment. Fluttershy’s eyes darted to the wall, extremely nonchalant about the fact that her head was inches from her teacher’s breast.

She was set down on the ground again, but her time on the table truly had changed her. Like she’d expected, Fluttershy found her stance far and her gait wide. She could’ve tried to bring her legs together a little, but the thought of how that’d shift her padding frightened her. She stood frozen, the way Angel always looked when she tried to put a costume on him.

Poor guy. Is this how he feels every Halloween?

Though, her current costume was a million times worse than anything he’d worn. And it wasn’t about to get better.

“Arms up,” Eris commanded, opening the hatch of the onesie.

Fluttershy complied, all but holding her breath as her breasts were exposed yet again. She shut her eyes in preparation. But it took a second or two before the ready Eris launched the onesie.

When she had enough of leaving Fluttershy in suspense, her teacher let the hatch swallow her. Down her arms, her head, her chest, stomach, pelvis, until finally her shoulder’s caught the other end. It was on her.

Mostly on her. Eris took great pains to remind her of that, bending down slowly to snap the buttons of the hatch closed. The fabric pulled tightly near her crotch, struggling to stuff her enormous padding into its domain. It squeezed on the diaper, bunching up the layers ever so slightly and pressing a smidge deeper into her. Her breath quickened.

“D’aww.” Eris stood back, pressing her hands against her cheeks. She took a good, long look at the diapered girl in front of her. “What a cutie pie you make.”

Fluttershy’s face burst into flames. “U-Uh…” She moved her hands in front of her onesie’s bulge. Misjudging the bulk of her padding, she found her legs wobbling before she dropped onto the ground.

“Eep!”

crinkle crinkle

Her butt sank into the thick layers. She didn’t even feel anything, but almost felt like crying. She couldn’t even stand up anymore?

“Oh, poor baby.” Eris reached down to comfort her. It took the form of a condescending boop on the nose. “Consider that your first lesson on what it’s like to be so little.”

“Y-Yes, Ms. Eris,” Fluttershy stammered. She didn’t know if she liked the motherly tone her teacher’s voice was taking. But if it was all part of the lesson…

“Now sweetie.” Hands met hips. “A little baby wouldn’t call me ‘Miss’ anything.”

“I’m sorry.” Could she just curl up and die already?

“How about ‘Mama Eris’?” her teacher suggested.

“M-Mama?” Fluttershy’s cheeks had been reduced to ash, yet they still erupted into flames yet again.

“See? That’s the spirit.” Another boop. “Good girl.”

The condescension was almost too much to bear.

“I-I don’t know if I want to… uhm…” She twiddled her fingers. “D-Do I have to call you that?”

“Hmm…” Eris lowered herself to be eye level with the student. “How about ‘Nana’ then?”

“Okay,” she whisper-squeaked.

A deceptively sweet smile. “In that case.” She hoisted Fluttershy up. “Why don’t we actually begin with your tutoring?”

“Okay.” A beat. “Uh… Nana Eris.”

Her toothy grin was unsettling. “Now, the first thing you need to get used as a wittle baby is how they get around. No more walksies for you, cutie pie.” She turned Fluttershy around and lowered her down onto her knees, before nudging her down again to use her hands. “So get used to crawling for a bit.”

Fluttershy swallowed, not moving. Only when Eris gave her a little pat on her diapered rear did she find herself compelled forward.

With her gait spread as far as it was, even waddling was a challenge. And with each motion of her hips, the diaper would slip against her privates ever so softly. Fluttershy spent her whole crawl biting her lip.

Maneuvering this way wasn’t pleasant. But Fluttershy took the chance to explore her new surroundings. The nursery was sizable enough that she could chart out different routes among the furniture. From her new place at the ground, everything seemed so much taller than her.

She crawled over all sorts of stuffed animals and other baby toys, brushing them out of the way when the underbrush of plastic was too much to handle. Each thing her eyes glazed over was catalogued for later. Who knew what Ms. Eris was going to make her play with if they got that far into the lesson.

She decided to do a lap around the playpen and hoped that would be enough for her teacher. She brushed past a high chair along the way. Misjudging the bulkiness of her padding, her upsized butt hit one of the legs, sending it rocking. Almost instantly, her teacher put a hand on it to keep it steady.

“You always have to watch little babies, even in a controlled space like this,” Eris lectured. “They don’t know what they’re knocking over.”

Fluttershy’s face was pink. That did seem to be a childish thing to do. But she was the one who’d done it! At least it made her think about where she swished her expanded rear from now on.

She covered more carpet, gait stradling dozens of toys as she circled the playpen. Only on the other side did she finally reach clearer ground. And out of the corner of her eye, she saw Eris maneuver along right behind her.

Fluttershy almost huffed. She wasn’t going to hit anything now! Why did her teacher have to be so scrutinous? She was self-conscious enough about her hulking padding, she didn’t need eagle eyes on her at all times!

Pouting ever so slightly, Fluttershy worked her way over to inspect the crib. She moved frustratingly slow, even with an open path. And to make matters worse, her rear ended up bumping a nearby rocking horse and sent it going.

A hand from Eris put a stop to that. A knowing smile from her teacher only made Fluttershy’s pout bigger.

She redoubled her efforts to crawl more like an adult. She sneaked glances back to keep her big butt in check. But she also caught Ms. Eris following her around. Not exactly a morale booster.

She reached the crib. Her neck craned back to see the bars stretch above her. Maybe it was just from being up close but they looked so… big.

“Good girl!” Eris clapped to draw her attention. “You made it all the way to the crib by yourself!”

Fluttershy tightened her lips, pout intensifying. Maybe it was just the frustration, but she couldn’t stop the next words from slipping out. “Of course I did.”

Eris held her chin in her fingers. “Well honey, what have you learned from your first lesson so far?”

Learn? What a silly question. She’d just crawled around like a baby! Did Ms. Eris really think this was studying?

“Hmm… I’ll give you a hint, sweetie.” She knelt down next to the oversized baby. “What’s it like crawling around like this?”

Fluttershy shrank behind her hair the closer Eris got. She looked around the room again. “Everything’s… big?”

“Mmhmm.” A nod beckoned her to continue.

“And I was really slow.” Fluttershy shifted her knees to try and close her gait a little. She winced at the crinkling.

“Yes, and…?” After a pause, Eris pinched her cheek. “Your big tushie made you such a clumsy little girl. Yes it did, yes it did.”

A red-faced Fluttershy begged silently for death. “Y-Yes, Ms. Er… uh, Nana.”

“And I’ll bet you anything little baby’s feel the exact same way you do right now.”

With padding bunching up against her nether region, her teacher’s cleavage at eye level, Fluttershy gulped. I highly doubt that.

But she did understand what Ms. Eris meant by that, at least.

“So I’m done crawling now?”

Eris giggled. “Well, I did hope to let the lesson sink in a bit longer.” Fluttershy found herself lifting into the air. “But I think we can move on.”

Fluttershy felt her legs dangle below her. She looked down and away from her teacher’s gaze. It would take a while to get used to her teacher carrying her like luggage. Or like a baby… she reminded herself.

What had taken her an eternity to crawl, Eris crossed in steps. She lowered Fluttershy into the playpen, the spongy floor meeting her spongy diaper. Her heart sank at the sight of the mes walls and she looked up to her teacher for answers.

“I want you to really get into the mindset of a baby now, okay?” Eris winked. “So let’s see if you can entertain yourself for a few minutes.”

While Fluttershy processed this, toys joined her in the playpen. Eris dumped a random assortment in with her, before delivering a final boop. “Now I’ll be back to check on you in a few minutes, sweetie.”

And like that, Fluttershy was left alone.

When the door finally shut on her, she felt immensely lighter. She took a gasp of air, surprised at how tight her chest had been. Being alone with Ms. Eris was… tough.

But now that Fluttershy was just alone, all those feelings were free to take a break. But they had been pretty good distractions…

Her diaper felt too snug against her pelvis. She was hyper-aware of every inch of the fluffy interior. The way it pressed against the skin of her inner thighs, or her…

Fluttershy stiffened. She didn’t want to think about that.

So she tried to distract herself with what was around her. Her eyes glazed over a series of baby toys, nothing jumping out as worthy of her time. Blocks and colored rings and plastic keys… she was just too old for all of it.

So much for getting me into the mindset of a baby. She thought, slumping against the play pen’s mesh wall. She tried to curl her legs in such a way to keep the diaper from bunching up into her, but it was tough with her spread gait. She crossed her arms and looked to the ceiling, willing to wait until Ms. Eris came back. But if Fluttershy thought she’d only need to ignore the caress of her padding, she had another thing coming.

It was boring.

She sat there for what felt like an eternity, just staring around anywhere and everywhere to try and pass the time. There was no clock in the room, and she’d left her phone in her skirt’s pocket. Left without a way to track the time, she resorted to counting.

Five agonizing minutes passed, before finally the numbers were too much. Leaving it off at around the three hundred and twenty second mark, Fluttershy looked for something else to do.

Her eyes inevitably found her diaper. Barely contained by the flap of her onesie the white padding was like a black hole, sucking in her attention and not letting it go. The discomfort she felt from how comfortable it was made her squirm anxiously. And that just set off a chorus of crinkles.

She still wasn’t used to the way it rubbed her inner thighs, spread her gait, and made noise with every little shift. Even if Ms. Eris was trying to instruct her, Fluttershy couldn’t concentrate with this thing on.

Maybe I should just...take it off? She wondered. Her fingers slipped over the mountain of padding where her crotch should’ve been and found the three buttons holding the flap together. Her lips twitched and she shot a glance over to the door. Her teacher was still MIA.

Her index finger poked at the first button. It was worth a shot…

She grabbed a corner of the flap and pulled. Snap snap snap!

Tugging the bottom part of the onesie up, she observed the tapes of the diaper. Butterflies bounced around in her stomach now and she shot another glance at the door. She suddenly felt so… afraid. Like she was about to be caught doing something wrong. But… if she didn’t want to be here anymore she could just leave, right? What exactly was Ms. Eris going to do then?

I can leave if I want to. I can leave if I want to. Fluttershy assured herself over and over again. Yet she made no move to peel off the tapes.

And eventually, she pulled the flap back down over her diaper. She should’ve known she didn’t have the courage to do something like this. She’d puffed herself up for nothing.

Deflated, Fluttershy just looked at the scattered toys before her. She’d reached the point in her boredom she’d feared most; the point where she’d consider actually playing with these toys.

Her hand wandered, and found a rattle. She gave it a good shake, hoping it would do something for her. It didn’t. She dropped it and sighed. Did babies really like those things? Animals played way more fascinating games. She watched them constantly, and could tell they were using their imagination as they explored, or rough housed, or anything. What imagination could babies possibly have?

The thought gave her pause, and her eyes drifted over to the blocks stacked up in the play pen’s corner. Maybe babies didn’t have any imagination, but she did.

Flopping forward, Fluttershy found she had to crawl awkwardly across the pen’s padded mat. But while that brought back a blush long faded, she managed to distract herself when she reached the toy.

“Hmm…” She murmured, observed the wooden cubes. Some had letters, others numbers, and some sides even had simple pictures on them. She smiled; this had far more potential than the rattle.

Fluttershy started stacking the blocks up into narrow towers. Humming to herself, she sank back down to sit in her diaper without even realizing it.

Who knew how much time had passed.

Eris was delicate when she walked back into the nursery, intent on not disturbing the grown-toddler’s play. She held her new bag of supplies tightly. The door barely whispered as it shut.

Fluttershy was entrenched in the blocks, building her own little world within the playpen. She was wholly unaware as her teacher approached, crossed her arms, and leaned over the side of the playpen.

“Watcha working on, sweetie?”

“EEP!” Her personal world was shattered. Suddenly Fluttershy was aware of everything again. The mesh walls, the diaper, her teacher…

Her teacher!

“How long have you been there?” she squeaked out, voice lost behind Ms. Eris’ laugh.

“Oh, long enough.” She reached down and booped the red nose of the heavily blushing girl. “What have you been working on, little one?”

“U-Uh…” Fluttershy’s eyes dropped to the ground.

Rings of blocks decorated the playpen. One or two stuffed animals rested inside of each, flopped over each other after too much play.

“A zoo…” Fluttershy practically whimpered.

“D’aww…” Eris was doing this on purpose now, Fluttershy was sure of it. But her face grew redder anyway. “Looks like you were able to entertain yourself pretty well. But I bet at first it was hard. Babies do need constant attention from their mamas, after all.”

“W-What time is it?” Fluttershy asked, changing the subject. She realized now how lost she’d been in her little game.

Before an answer came, her stomach grumbled. Coming out of her full imagination, Fluttershy realized she had a very empty stomach.

Eris giggled. “I’d say it’s just about lunch time.” She reached into the pen, and Fluttershy allowed herself to be picked up with minimal squirming. “Hmm?”

“W-What?” Fluttershy stammered. Why couldn’t she stop doing that?

Eris fiddled with the open flap of the onesie. “Now I could have sworn I left that buttoned up, sweetie.”

“Oh…” Fluttershy turned away.

“You didn’t have an accident, now did you?”

“What?!” Her voice climbed several octaves. Eris chortled. “N-N-No!”

“Are you sure? Maybe a particularly big poopie is what did your hatch in.”

Fluttershy covered her face with her hands. She wasn’t even guilty of such a crime, but the accusation was enough. “Nooooo!”

“Let’s just see about that, then.” Eris’ hand found her padded rear.

Fluttershy gasped. Then almost moaned.

Ms. Eris pushed layer upon layer of padding up. They bunched together, then into her. Her breathing was raspy, her slit growing wet just from the sudden touch.

“No mess here.” Eris took her time removing her hand. And the diaper took its time returning to its usual state. Crinkling, decompressing…

“mmm,” came Fluttershy’s soft voice.

“Well then,” Eris set Fluttershy down, the girl realizing they’d crossed the room to the high chair and now she was being wedged into the seat. Eris’ fingers went to work re-snapping the buttons while she spoke. “If it wasn’t an accident, I can only assume my little baby was fiddling with her clothes.”

She looked to the ground. Why did she feel so ashamed? “I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright, sweetie.” Eris gave her head a pat. It caused a shudder to use her spine like a fireman’s pole. “But I want to make sure it doesn’t happen again.” She reached into her bag of supplies and pulled out a pair of…

“Mittens?” Fluttershy looked at the bulbous, glove-like things Eris held in front of her. They matched her onesie almost too well. Where was her teacher getting these things from again?

“Can’t have you mess around with your clothes again.” Eris slipped the first mitt on, and Fluttershy saw what she meant right away.

It was a tight fit, with a padded interior. Her fingers were pressed together, and couldn’t even close when she tried to clench them.

“W-Wait…” she protested, the second mitt slipping over her hand. Eris hummed casually, tying the little strings from the glove’s wrists nice and tight. But even if she hadn’t, Fluttershy doubted she’d be getting these things off on her own.

Her heart skipped a beat. She couldn’t walk, she couldn’t use her hands… it was like walls were closing in around her. Freedoms slipped away one by one.

Lost in the feeling, she didn’t even notice Ms. Eris move her arms to her sides before the high chair’s tray table swung closed. The click of a tiny latch brought her back to reality, and the realization that she was stuck.

“H-Hey!” she stammered, Ms. Eris paying her no mind. The woman was digging through her bag. Glass and metal inside clinked together. “C-Can you let me out?”

“Aww, not yet you little cutie.” Ms. Eris reached over and pinched her cheeks. She leaned in, bringing herself a head or so down to be eye level with Fluttershy. “We’re on your next lesson. Num-num time!”

She pulled two jars of brown mush from her bad. Fluttershy’s pupil’s shrank, but her eyes widened. Baby food.

She kicked and flailed, Ms. Eris’ arm leaping to the high chair to keep it steady. Whining in the back of her throat, Fluttershy watched with uncertainty as the jars were set on the tray table. She wasn’t… actually going to eat baby food, right?

Her teacher pulled out a spoon, it’s plastic handle dotted with cartoon animals. Fluttershy gulped. “U-Uh… Uh…”

“Don’t worry, I picked good flavors, I promise.” Eris winked, hand drifting over the jars in a proud display. “Bananas and peaches. None of those icky vegetables for my little girl.”

“That’s not what I…” Fluttershy bit her lip. “Do I have to?”

“Oh sweetie.” Another pat on the head, another shiver of… delight? “We’re giving you the full experience of being a baby, remember?” While speaking, she tied a bib around Fluttershy’s neck, saddling her with the title “Momma’s Little Girl” that was embroidered on the pink fabric.

“I remember…” Fluttershy mumbled. Privately, she worried just how “full” an experience Ms. Eris had planned for her to get.

Eris unscrewed a jar, and Fluttershy’s stomach dropped. Before long, she was staring down a glob of that nasty paste. Babies actually eat this stuff?

“Say ‘ahhh’!” Ms. Eris pushed the spoon toward Fluttershy’s mouth.

Her lips quivered. I don’t want to… She looked up into Ms. Eris’s happy red irises. I have to…

She wrenched her jaw open, closing her eyes as her toes curled.

The sticky blob met her tongue. A preemptive shiver took her body, but as Fluttershy closed her mouth, her eyes popped open.

It wasn’t… that bad.

Smooth, thick, and very, very sweet. The paste that had just a hint of peaches to it slipped from her tongue and around her mouth. She let the flavor rest there for a bit, before realizing she had to swallow before the next spoonful.

Eris slipped another helping past her lips. Some dribbled out, falling onto her bib. Eris chased down the bit left on Fluttershy’s chin and guided back into her mouth.

The jars were small. A few spoonfuls later, and Eris was scraping the sides to give her baby a little bit more peach. The corners of Fluttershy’s mouth, her lips, and her chin probably had enough on them to fill that jar halfway back up. She swore Ms. Eris was getting her messy on purpose.

The banana flavored one was next. Fluttershy was somehow a little eager as the jar was unscrewed. Maybe she hadn’t realized how hungry she’d been. That was the only plausible excuse for her wanting to eat baby food right now.

As the spoonfuls returned, Fluttershy found this flavor just as agreeable as the last. Perhaps even, tasty? Dare I even think that? Her situation was humiliating enough as is. But then, was liking baby food really worse than crawling around in a diaper?

Her arms bumped against the sides of her chair. She’d rather not think about those things. Her lessons with Ms. Eris had to be over soon, right? She’d experienced pretty much the only things babies had to do at this point.

When she polished off that jar, Ms. Eris produced a napkin, licked it, and went to work cleaning off Fluttershy’s messy face. The blush returned, seemingly painted on wherever the napkin glided to. Fluttershy shivered when it went over her lips.

“Such a messy eater,” Ms. Eris playfully chastised.

Fluttershy licked the roof of her tongue. Baby food still haunted her mouth. It was like peanut butter, sticking everywhere it could.

“Thirsty, sweetie?” Ms. Eris popped the latch, the tray table swinging open. Finally, a crumb of freedom returned to Fluttershy.

Her hands came up, covering her stomach. She felt… bloated. And there hadn’t even been that much to eat. But she was thirsty, and nodded. “Yes, ma’am.”

A raised eyebrow met her.

“Uh… Y-Yes… Nana Eris.”

A smile. “Good girl. Okay then.” Eris picked Fluttershy up, pulling her closer then she ever had before. Their chests touched. Fluttershy’s soul left her body.

They sank to the ground, Eris crossing her legs as she shifted Fluttershy to cradle her. The girl squeaked, all of a sudden her cheek pressing into Ms. Eris’ bosom. Her vision faded; blood rushed to her head. Was she going to pass out?

Ms. Eris seized the opportunity, rummaging in her bagging and slapping something new between Fluttershy’s lips.

An amber nipple poked its way through her teeth, snapping her out of her spiraling fit of joy. Fluttershy fluttered her eyelids, lips feeling out the invader. Her eyes met the tall bottle poking out of her mouth, and the bubbling milk inside.

Oh my… She made eye contact with Ms. Eris. Her teacher’s expression merely egged her on.

Fluttershy gulped. After everything else she’d been exposed to today this really shouldn’t have been a surprise. Yet her lips were tensing up just from the touch of the rubber nipple.

But… she was thirsty.

Fluttershy gave a curious suckle, and earned a trickle of milk for her trouble. It was rich and creamy, not like any milk she’d ever had before. Her eyelids fluttered again, and she allowed herself a deeper suckle.

The trickle became a stream, and before long Fluttershy was drinking from her bottle without any restraint. The cold milk cooled off her burning face, finally. Even Ms. Eris stroking her hair didn’t cause her blush to get any bigger. She even gripped the sides of the bottle with her mitted hands, her teacher no longer needing to hold it in place.

“Mmmm…”

She ended up draining the bottle in under a minute. The easy suckling motion was hard not to repeat. And the reward for it was beyond worth it. The baby food in her mouth was washed away by the time she was suckling on an empty bottle.

Ms. Eris plucked it from her mouth, giggling at the popping noise her student’s lips made. “Good girl, Fluttershy. Good girl.”

The childish praise still got her. Fluttershy’s blush roared back to life. “Um… thank you, Nana Eris.”

“You’re doing so well right now.” Her teacher leaned in, playfully rubbing her nose against Fluttershy’s. Steam poured out of the poor girl’s ears. Her face was glowing. “Now, one more thing before lunchtime ends.”

Before Fluttershy could wonder if she was getting a dessert, Ms. Eris hoisted her up and over her shoulder. Her hand rubbed Fluttershy’s back, giving it a good pat every now and again.

Fluttershy fidgeted with embarrassment. She didn’t need to be burped! She wasn’t even that— “Urp!”

She covered her mouth, shocked. Ms. Eris chuckled, and the blush compounded. Fluttershy was shades of red the human eye couldn’t detect. “That wasn’t— Urrrrrrrp!” Another burp escaped her lips. Fluttershy wanted to die.

“There we go, honey. Did you get everything out?” Ms. Eris brought Fluttershy back around, finally slipping her messy bib off.

“Yes,” Fluttershy mumbled. She did feel a little less bloated now.

“Good.” Something new assaulted Fluttershy’s lips. Ms. Eris suddenly pushed a pacifier into her mouth!

“Mmph!” She gasped, her teacher’s finger holding it in place. Fluttershy blinked in surprise, and shrunk behind her hair.

Ms. Eris leaned in, so close that their faces practically touched. “Now then sweetie.” Was her voice… sultry? “It’s time for your next lesson.”

The Most Important Lesson

Fluttershy didn’t think this counted as a lesson.

Thick straps bound her. Arms pulled tightly against her chest, mitted hands able to touch her cheeks and not much else. Her heels dug into her padded rump, the bindings on her legs forcing her to kneel constantly.

Eris pulled the last strap tight before buckling it in place, ensuring Fluttershy’s elbows wouldn’t be leaving her sides anytime soon. She bit down on the pacifier she somehow hadn’t spat out yet, brow furrowing.

“There we go,” her teacher stepped back to admire her handiwork. “Not too tight, baby?”

Heat rose under her cheeks. Fluttershy stammered her way around the rubber bulb in her mouth. “I… uh, um… Why do I hafta wear dis again?”

Eris booped her nose. “Well how else are you going to get the real baby experience?”

Fluttershy’s brow furrowed. She doubted the “real baby experience” involved bondage. “Um…”

“How else can you get the feeling of true helplessness?” Eris asked. Her wry smile alone reduced Fluttershy to that state. “Now you’re completely dependent on your Nana, just like a real baby.”

“Okay…” Fluttershy didn’t have much resistance to give either way. She rolled on her butt, sinking into the thick padding even further as she tried to get used to her new restrictions. The bindings left very little wiggle room. She could writhe around, but her arms were staying put, and her legs doubly so.

But the worst part was the straps running over her chest. One above, another below her breasts. They squeezed tightly, almost pushing her boobs out. Fluttershy already wasn’t fond of their size but now they look massive.

Maybe Ms. Eris will like it… A thought slipped by her defenses. Her privates felt hot at the thought. As did her face.

“Okay, sweetie.” Ms. Eris tilted Fluttershy back into crawl mode. Her diapered rear pointed skyward. “It’s been a little while since you ate. Let’s check on your diapee.”

“W-What?” Fluttershy bit down to avoid dropping her pacifier. “Bu’ I didn’ go!”

Buttons popped off, her diaper all but gasping for air with its newfound freedom.

“I know, I know,” Ms. Eris assured her. “And I know we’ve covered this lesson already, but I really must stress it’s importance.” Her hand dove into the padding, finger’s curling to grip the crinkly plastic. Ms. Eris was stressing something alright. Fluttershy nearly moaned again. “Babies won’t always cry when they’ve had an accident. You have to be vigilant.”

Fluttershy was holding her breath, scrunching her features, and hoping her face wasn’t too red.

Eris dug deep into the diaper, for far longer than seemingly necessary when she knew the answer. It was merciful and disappointing when her hand finally left. At least Fluttershy let herself breathe again.

“No accidents for you, little one.” Her achievement earned her a pat on the head. “Good job, sweetie!”

Fluttershy felt like pouting, but Ms. Eris wouldn’t see it with her face practically in the carpet. It was hardly worth praise!

“Now, why don’t we give you a chance to play for a bit like this.” Eris hoisted her up, putting them face to face again.

Fluttershy’s blush actually didn’t engulf her for once. She was actually starting to get used to being in Ms. Eris’ presence. And, barring the diapers, it was nice.

But the threat of returning to the playpen was far less so.

“Mmm…” Fluttershy whined.

“Oh come now, sweetie. I’m not going to leave you alone again.” Eris rubbed her nose against Fluttershy’s. “No no no! Not my little cutie.”

If she was trying to bring back Fluttershy’s blush, she succeeded.

“How about something more exciting than boring old blocks?” Eris bounced Fluttershy in her arms, turning the girl around to face the room. Her teacher strutted right passed the play pen to her relief. But then her eyes settled on the rocking horse, putting an end to that.

She’d barely paid much attention to it before. It had been just another toy in a room full of them. Now with each step closer she found herself dreading the sight. “U-Uhm…”

“Wanna ride the horsey, Shy-Shy?” Eris grabbed her wrist, forcing her to wave at it. “Won’t that be fun?”

Fluttershy wasn’t sure what kind of lesson this was supposed to be. Could she assume this meant all babies hated having their playtime micromanaged?

“Come on, let’s giddy up!” Eris insisted, no answer necessary. It didn’t matter, because she wouldn’t have gone for “no” anyway.

Eris plopped Fluttershy onto the horse. Her padding leaped into her crotch, forcing a whimper out of the poor girl. Eris leaned her forward so her bound hands could try and get a grip on the handlebars. It forced her rear into the air, and her privates even deeper into the diaper. Fluttershy was sweating, biting down hard on her pacifier.

“And off we go!” Eris gave the exposed butt a good smack.

Fluttershy “Eeep”ed. Not from pain, there was no way that could’ve hurt her with all her padding. But the sheer surprise of Ms. Eris basically spanking her was enough to make her heart skip a beat.

The rocking horse flew forward. Fluttershy hung onto the handlebars for dear life. She wasn’t prepared when the horse lurched back, and her smothered privates got another dose of padding.

“Mmmph~” She cried out. She’d lost count of how many times today she’d been teased. Too many not to have relief, according to her libido. As the speed of the rocking horse picked up, Fluttershy considered grinding against the wooden saddle.

Wha-What am I thinking?! She shook her head, jerked forward by the horse’s momentum. I can’t do that! Not with Ms. Eris watching me!

And for a moment, the threat of a voyuer was the only thing Fluttershy found disagreeable about using a child’s toy to masturbate in her diaper. It wasn’t until the horse came back around and she compressed her padding again that Fluttershy realized how depraved her thoughts sounded.

What is wrong with me?

She tried to focus on anything else. How tight her binds felt, the growing pressure in her bowels, the feeling of suckling on her pacifier, the— Wait, what?!

She hadn’t noticed before, but the creeping pressure in her hips was hard to ignore now. Fluttershy’s eyes went wide with sudden panic. She needed to go to the bathroom, but she…

Her diaper crinkled as it bounced back into the rocking horse’s saddle, as if to remind her she was wearing a bathroom.

Whimpering, Fluttershy clenched her cheeks and tried to ignore the mounting urge. But the constant back and forth motion was doing her no favors. The same could be said about just being aware. Just knowing she had to poop now made it pretty hard to ignore. Especially given her situation.

Finally, she started grunting into her pacifier. “Mmm! Mmm-mmm-mmph!”

Noticing her urgent tone, Ms. Eris circled around and popped the rubber bulb out from her lips. “Yes, dearie?”

“I-I…” Reservations welled within her. She mumbled out the rest. “Ineedausethebathroom.”

Eris cocked an eyebrow. “What was that sweetie?”

“I need… tousethebathroom.”

“One more time, Shy-Shy?” Eris cupped a hand to her ear and leaned in. Surely she could guess by now, right? Why make her do this?

“I need to use the bathroom!” Fluttershy whimpered out, finally at an audible level. She held back her bowels and her tear ducts all at once. This was the most humiliated she’d been all day, but her concern was too real to ignore. With the binds Ms. Eris had put her in, there’s no way she’d make it to the bathroom. She had to ask for help.

“Well why didn’t you say so, sweetie?” Eris steadied the rocking horse with a hand, finally putting an end to the unwanted playtime. “Let’s take care of that, shall we?”

Fluttershy breathed a sigh of relief. Her diaper crinkled noisily as Ms. Eris lifted her up. She flinched when her teacher put one hand under the padding to hold her, nearly dropping her load in shock right then. But she still held it back, no matter how difficult it was to clench her cheeks with the padding on. She just had to last a little longer.

Ms. Eris put her down not a moment later. Fluttershy stretched against the straps holding her bound. It’d been brief, and she would not miss them.

Then, to her surprise, Ms. Eris positioned her head down and her padded rear towards the ceiling. Her teacher made no move to take off the straps.

Ice entered her veins. “U-Uh, M-Ms. Eris…” A harsher glare than expected. “N-Nana, what are you doing?”

“Just helping you get in position.” Ms. Eris gave Fluttershy’s diapered rump a pat. “It’s much easier to go this way, isn’t it?”

Go? Oh no… “Y-You don’t mean—” She tried to push herself up, but Ms. Eris put a gentle, yet firm, hand on her back. “B-But—”

“Fluttershy, perhaps I wasn’t clear when I spoke earlier.” Ms. Eris’ tone was definitely more “teacher” than “mother” right now. “When I said I wanted you to see what it was like to be a baby, I meant you’d be getting the full experience.”

“N-No…” Fluttershy begged. Tears finally did manage to escape her, but she still held back her much needed potty break. Though the pressure was mounting. “Wait, I don’t want to—”

“Shhh…” Ms. Eris stroked Fluttershy’s hair longingly. “It’s alright, sweetie, just let it out. This is what babies like you do.”

“I’m not a baby!” Fluttershy whined. She squirmed against her restraints, but they wouldn’t budge. “I’m eighteen! I can use a toilet. Please just let me—”

“Shhhh…” Eris sat all the way down, and brought Fluttershy’s head to rest in her lap. “There’s no reason to be embarrassed.”

A veritable mudslide pushed against Fluttershy’s clenched cheeks. Her last line of defense was showing cracks. “No reason—” Fluttershy’s face grew hot. “Of course there is!” Blinking through tears, she looked up at her teacher. “Please, Ms. Eris…”

“It’s okay, honey. Nana’s here.”

Mortified, Fluttershy realized there was no way out of this. Nature was calling, and Fluttershy’s teacher was insisting she pick up the phone. Burying her face in Ms. Eris’ lap, Fluttershy whimpered. A loud fart came from her skyward rear, signaling what was to come.

With a loud cry, Fluttershy pooped herself.

A messy log pushed its way into her diaper. It smacked against soft walls, sliding down to the bottom of the padding. Another was spilling out before it even settled.

Fluttershy grabbed at Ms. Eris’ legs as tightly as her mitts would allow, sobbing as more mush emptied out of her. Even as the gross, slimy warmth gushed across her backside, the relief from finally letting it all out actually felt good. And she hated that.

Ms. Eris held her gently, stroking the back of her head and letting the poor girl cry. From her position, she must’ve had a great view of the browning diaper. She leered at the way it bulged and sagged the more Fluttershy messed herself.

Every agonizing second of Fluttershy’s accident felt like it stretched on and on and on. By the time she’d filled her diaper to the brim, she would’ve sworn she’d been messing herself for hours. Days even.

Sobs wracked her body until the mush finally settled, and then some. Gone was the relief that came with using the bathroom; now she just had the sensation of filth against her butt, and the ungodly scent wafting through the air.

“Such a good girl,” Ms. Eris whispered, her stroking slowed, but didn’t stop. “You ate a big breakfast, just like I told you to, didn’t you?”

Through spine-shivering whimpers, Fluttershy managed to nod into her teacher’s lap. “Uh-huh…” She sniffled. And boy did she regret it now.

“Aww, good girl.” The positive reinforcement wasn’t helping. Fluttershy just sobbed again. “Such a brave little stinker, filling her diaper just for Nana Eris.”

Fluttershy finally lifted her head from her teacher’s lap, eyes too blurry to see anything. She’d had enough of these baby lessons now. “C-C-Can…” she sniffled. “I-I want…”

“What’s that sweetie?” Ms. Eris helped hoist her up. The mess squelched and Fluttershy winced. “Do you want a changie?”

That wasn’t quite it, but it was a close second. Fluttershy just nodded. “Mmmhmm.”

“Well… about that…”

Fluttershy’s heart seized. She didn’t like that tone.

Ms. Eris offered a kind, if apologetic smile. “I think it would do you some good to wait just a bit before we get you out of that messy diapee of yours, sweetie.”

“W-Wha-What?” Fluttershy choked out.

Ms. Eris gave her a pat on the head. “It’ll be a good learning opportunity, don’t you think?”

“N—Mmph!” Fluttershy’s protest were pacified. Ms. Eris pushed a familiar rubber bulb into her mouth, keeping a finger on the plastic guard to lock it in place.

“If you spend a little time in a dirty diaper, then you’ll really understand what it’s like to be a baby that isn’t properly cared for.” Her smile then could melt hearts. It certainly did a number on Fluttershy’s.

But the girl still whimpered into her pacifier. She already had a pretty good idea of what it was like to be a baby in poor care. She didn’t want to spend who knows how long humoring Ms. Eris on this. Fluttershy wanted out of this dirty diaper!

The warm mush sticking to her rear wasn’t even the worst part of her predicament. That dishonor went to her privates, who, despite being trapped in a diaper with her mudslide, still hadn’t calmed down.

She could feel them tingling even now. The threat of being swallowed by the mush in the seat of her diaper did nothing to deter them. After a morning of nothing but teasing from Ms. Eris, they refused to be ignored any longer. Even if she tried.

“Now, you’ve played by yourself, but why don’t you see what a caretaker playing with her baby is like.” Eris got on her feet and picked Fluttershy up. The student whimpered as her messy diaper shifted with each movement.

Eris wrapped one arm around Fluttershy’s back, the other holding up her thighs. The position compressed Fluttershy’s diaper ever so slightly. It was enough to make her sniffle.

They made their way over to a stool in the corner, sitting down once more after just barely getting up. Ms. Eris shifted her hold on her student, legs moving beneath her. Soon, only hands under her armpits supported Fluttershy.

“Alright, little one.” Ms. Eris grinned wickedly. “Let’s play.”

“Pway wha—EEEP!” Fluttershy dropped right onto her teacher’s knee. A shudder ripped through her spine. The messy mush in the seat of her diaper suddenly went everywhere but the seat. “Mah—Ms. Ewis!”

“Time for bouncies!” And that was Fluttershy’s only warning.

Ms. Eris’ knee dropped out from under her diaper. Only her teacher’s arms, lightly gripping her shoulders, kept her steady, but they did nothing to stop her fall. Fluttershy’s messy crotch splattered right down onto her teachers thigh below.

“MMMPH!” Fluttershy bit down on her pacifier. The warm and dirty padding surged back into her. No sooner did the sensation begin before it intensified. Ms. Eris was bringing her leg back up, pushing the diaper even further into Fluttershy’s privates. “MMMPH!”

She was hot, horny. Her face broke out in a fiery blush and a cold sweat. She chewed her pacifier to fight back another moan. She could feel her slick, desperate privates smacking into the plush interior. It drove her crazy.

“Annnnd again!” Ms. Eris had no mercy. She bounced her student on her leg again, forcing another desperate moan from her.

Fluttershy snorted through her nose. As she came up again, she struggled at her binds. She couldn’t take this kind of treatment anymore. Screw her lesson and screw her feelings! If she didn’t get out of this soon she’d… she’d….

“Onnnne more time!” Another bounce. Fluttershy squealed into her pacifier.

It was so wrong, yet it felt so right.

Her diaper squished with each bounce. Her struggles faded, worthless. She looked to the ceiling and bit down hard on the rubber bulb in her mouth. Each bounce now sent waves of pleasure through her. But they could only get her frustratingly close to the edge. No matter what, some part of her was just too disgusted. It refused to let her cum.

“Aww, does baby like bouncies?” Ms. Eris did it again, earning a muffled moan for her answer. “I think she does!”

“Mmmph-mmm-mmrr…” Fluttershy whined. She felt like she was going insane. Didn’t Ms. Eris see what she was doing to her? Surely she hadn’t forgotten how messy Fluttershy was; the rotten odor wouldn’t let either of them. So why did she insist on it?

Fluttershy pulled her eyes from the ceiling, hoping a plea from the enlarged diner saucers would be enough to get her teacher to stop. But one look at Ms. Eris sent a shiver down her spine.

She looked hungry.

The wry smile on her face. The glint of lust in her eyes. The sultry way she stared back at her pupil.

The bouncing stopped, one last horny burst on the way down. Fluttershy couldn’t look away from her teacher yet. And Ms. Eris wasn’t about to give her the chance.

She reached around, grabbing a fistful of pink hair from the back of Fluttershy’s head. With her other hand, she drifted two fingers near the girl’s crotch, and pressed them into the padding.

“Mmmm…” Fluttershy shifted her body as much as she could, instinctively trying to grind against her teacher’s leg. The fog of her own horniness obscuring how wrong this all should be.

“Good little girl.” Ms. Eris’ voice was a husky whisper. Her fingers moved in a circular motion around Fluttershy’s privates. “Very good girl.”

A whimper slipped out. It lasted only a second, but it was clear what Fluttershy meant by it. She was pleading for more.

Ms. Eris’ hand came up, and ripped the pacifier from her students mouth. She forced her face in close and smashed their lips together in an embrace.

Sirens and fireworks went off in Fluttershy’s mind. A joyous chorus of angels sang. She was kissing Ms. Eris!

Her diaper squished. Her privates cried out needily. Ms. Eris seemed to hear them, bouncing her leg again, but with patience this time.

Privates burning, Fluttershy leaned desperately into the kiss, even as Ms. Eris pulled her hair in the other direction. Her teacher’s free hand explored her chest, pinching at her nipple through the onesie. Fluttershy’s own hands wiggled desperately, hoping to do the same.

They kissed and bounced together, needing to come up for air many times due to the stink. But eventually, Ms. Eris broke away for something else.

She ripped off her tank top, no bra underneath. Fluttershy gasped in shame, as suddenly her teacher’s boobies were flying free before her. That feeling only lasted a second, even if the blush stayed. Ms. Eris’ hand reached her head again, forcing her to keep looking.

And then nudging her to get closer.

Fluttershy’s eyes widened as she realized what her teacher wanted to do. She opened her mouth, and was practically pushed into one of the pink nipples awaiting her.

“Ah~” Ms. Eris sighed as Fluttershy’s lips kissed her breast. “Yes!”

“Mmm…” Fluttershy closed her eyes. Her tongue poked at her teacher’s nipple, and she gingerly bit down.

The bouncing started up again, a reward for her good behavior. But to be honest, what felt even better was hearing her teacher moan.

“There we go, Fluttershy,” Ms. Eris cried out. “Good girl. Good girl.” She stroked the back of her students head, and with her other hand grabbed the mushy seat of the diaper.

“MMM!” Fluttershy bit down harder, a jolt of gross pleasure gripping her. Ms. Eris cried out. She was finally blushing.

She kept working away at her teacher’s chest, trading breasts every so often. She could press her face as deeply into them as she wanted, rewarded each time by a squeeze of her diaper.

The desperate urge from her privates only grew. She was so close to climaxing, and inching closer to it with each minute that ticked past, yet something still held her back from the full experience. Try as she might, in a situation she would’ve been too embarrassed to even dream about, Fluttershy couldn’t quite cum.

Her nasty diaper squished up against her, the two of them locked together. That had to be it. As horny as it made her, it was easily the grossest thing imaginable. Not exactly one of her wildest fantasies when she thought about being alone with Ms. Eris.

But it only took a single second to turn that around.

Her teacher tackled her to the ground, pouncing on top of her. With Fluttershy’s binds, she didn’t need to hold her down. Instead, she grabbed Fluttershy’s diaper with a vice-like grip, thumb pressing into parts of the poor girl’s nethers she didn’t even know were there. Ms. Eris leaned in close to her ear and whispered, “now cum for Mommy,” before she locked lips with Fluttershy again for their most passionate kiss yet.

And Fluttershy finally came.

Her whole body radiated heat. She stiffened, then relaxed against her bindings. Eyes rolled back in her head. Ms. Eris’ lips on hers. Ms. Eris’ chest on hers. And Ms. Eris’ hand in her diaper.

The best feeling Fluttershy had ever experienced in her entire life.

Their kiss ended with a wet smack. The poor girl left pooped in more ways than one. She laid on her back, breathing heavily, her teacher leaning over her.

Ms. Eris chuckled. “That,” she said. “Is not something you do with babies.” She leaned in and kissed Fluttershy’s cheek. “But it is something I’d like to do with you again.”

Fluttershy was a mess. She couldn’t even respond, except with a weak nod.

Eris’ hand traced Fluttershy’s figure, from the side of her chest down to her hips and her dirty, dirty rear. “I have a feeling with a few more after school sessions like these, you’ll pass my class with flying colors.”

“Uh-huh…” Fluttershy gasped. Cognitive function had not yet returned. Her lips, both of them, were still buzzing.

“I can see you need a little time. How about we pick up our little study session after you’ve had a nap, sweetie?”

Fluttershy wanted to ask for a change first. Even in the high that was this afterglow, the sticky mush on her backside was still unpleasant. But she couldn’t muster the words before Ms. Eris picked her up again. And being held with her face pressed against her teacher’s chest killed any chance of protest. Fluttershy just leaned against them and sighed happily.

She was laid back down in the crib, sinking into the mattress. The pacifier found its way back between her lips, and she didn’t fight it. Nothing was going to ruin the feelings still pulsing through her body. She suckled happily, like the good little girl she was.

“Sleep tight, honey.” Ms. Eris blew her a kiss. “Mama’s got more plans for you when naptime’s over.”

“Yay…” she managed a weak, but enthusiastic response. Her eyes could barely stay open, so she didn’t fight them. It was exhausting being Ms. Eris’ baby, but so, so worth it in the end.

Fluttershy closed her eyes, and dared to dream about what her teacher would do to her next.

All of a sudden, she really loved the childcare class.