After School Help

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.”