Rainbow’s Adult Baby Diaper #5By: Oliver-England There Rainbow was in the middle of July- in the middle of some really gorgeous weather, confined to a baby-floaty that Fluttershy insisted she wore whenever she got into the water or else suffer a spanking and a time out. To her it was a little insulting to have to wear a baby floaty in the water. In all of her time as an Olympic athlete, she’d built her short but nimble body into a fine-tuned machine, capable of running, walking, swimming, or biking for miles at a time without rest. But all that changed when she started dating Fluttershy. At first it seemed that Fluttershy actually kind of liked dating a women who was so athletic. Between Rainbow’s boyish personality, her lack of feminine features, and her stoutness, it was practically like dating a boy. But then, about six months into the relationship, Fluttershy felt started to get a little sentimental about wanting to take her age-play fetish further, or wanting to adopt. While the idea of being babied was a bit painful to Rainbow Dash at first, the allure of Fluttershy biting into her pride and strict daily regiments gradually started seeming like a win when considering the hardship raising a child for twenty years would cause her. When Fluttershy originally took the role as mommy and Rainbow originally took the role as baby, things seemed alright. On the weekends, they’d lock their bedroom door, pull out the same gray-stripped diaper bag Fluttershy carries around to this day, and pull out one of the baby designed adult diapers, onesie, and pacifier that were designed for immersion. At first, they’d dress up and maybe play around like a real mother and her daughter would, until one of them- 9 out of 10 times being Rainbow Dash- would spring out of her role and land a kiss on Fluttershy’s cheek or groap Fluttershy’s womanly chest with her own. Fluttershy, being the loving and admittedly attracted girlfriend she was, would let the situation escalate until the point where the two had stripped down any semblance of roleplaying to uttering the words ‘mommy’ or ‘baby’ in place of their actual names. After the same scenario broke out every week for six weeks, Fluttershy became fed up Rainbow’s insistence on sex. So, one Saturday night when the two were engaged in a bottle feeding, the much more womanly Fluttershy took the first step in running her hand down her baby’s diaper as she fed her. “Oooh, Rainbow Dash. You know, I’ve been thinking about how busy we’ve both been lately and how much money we’ve saved up.” Rainbow Dash raised an eyebrow as she pushed bottle’s nipple from her mouth. “Hmm? What about it?” “Well…” Fluttershy smiled, reaching a hand out and ran it through her girlfriend’s thick rainbow-coloured hair, “I was thinking that maybe we take this baby thing to the next level. I mean we both have a lot of money in the bank and it’s not like I couldn’t support both of us if you quit doing tournaments.” “What?” Rainbow questioned, staring up at her girlfriend with a puzzled expression. “But Fluttershy, I can’t just quit preforming, it’s all I’m good at.” Fluttershy stifled a laugh and shook her head. “Heh, no it isn’t lovey,” Fluttershy said, leaning in and kissing her baby on the forehead, “Ooh, you might be a good runner, but you make an even better baby. Besides, with momma’s money you don’t have to worry about taking care of yourself.” Lowering her face to match her baby’s, the mommy leaned in for the last kiss two would share as equal partners… Fluttershy, right before Rainbow Dash’s final tournament, convinced her that there was no doubt in her mind that she wanted Rainbow Dash to be her baby forever and that it could be the best thing they could ever do to solidify their relationship. Upon returning home, Rainbow Dash was astonished to note everything that’d changed in her girlfriend’s cottage. In Fluttershy’s room, the even mix of her and Fluttershy’s stuff had been reduced down to just Fluttershy’s; her stuff was now stored somewhere in the attic. In the living room, children’s books and idle pieces of furniture like a foam chair, rocker, and a stroller graced their respective areas. In the kitchen, the setup of her wooden table was now shifted to include a massively sized adult high chair. As far as her living quarters, her living quarters had been reduced down to the confines of a toddler’s dream room. When Fluttershy welcomed her baby back, it was explained through a bath given by her girlfriend, that from now on she would be shaven, cleaned, fed, and clothed by Fluttershy like royalty. Rainbow Dash reluctantly agreed to the gesture, seeing as Fluttershy went through great lengths to prep their new kinky life. But what she didn’t know what just how far she’d sink into her role as ‘Fluttershy’s little princess’. It was only a single month into Rainbow’s role as a full-time baby that she realized exactly what giving up running had done to her. With no womanly features to fall back on or muscular figure to balance out her attractiveness, the lack of exercise and protein made her arms and legs toneless, her tummy flair out just slightly, and once proudly sculpted chin rounded and increasingly bubbly. Occasionally she’d attempted to make a move on Fluttershy, their coming in for a kiss on the nose or what was a sensual embrace, only to be jested at like a child. She’d either be praised for being a ‘cute girl’ or be scolded for being a ‘naughty’ baby, which was usually followed by being briefly spanked or sent over to the corner. For Rainbow Dash it’d seemed that the world had swiped her dignity and stomped it into the ground. Not only was Rainbow forever chastised for trying to play with her girlfriend, but she was also chastised for trying to play with herself. Any attempt to stick her hand in her diaper would be met with the same look of disgust and criticism that a regular diaper-bound child would receive and she’d quickly be punished after exposure. Even for her friends, she was seen simply as ‘Fluttershy’s baby’ or just ‘a baby’; never an athlete, never a women, and definitely never a reliable person. As she floated, some several feet away from her girlfriend. She idly banged her pool toy on the side of her floaty, wishing that something would pop it- that something would break her from her mold as a baby. But she knew it was futile. Even if she weren’t wearing a floaty, she’d still be a 25 year old women suckling on a pacifier with a load in her diaper. As she stared at Fluttershy emerge in front of her in the water, she couldn’t help but blush. Even if she was permanently stuck as her baby and nothing more. She still was happy to know at the end of the day, she was still the person whom her mommy Fluttershy cherished most at the end of the day.—I’m near the end of this little mini-series I’ve been working on, but I’d expect at least another part or two to come!Part One: Rainbow’s Adult Baby Diary #1Part Two: Rainbow’s Adult Baby Diary #2Part Three: Rainbow Dash Diaper Diary #3Part Four: Rainbow Dash Diaper Diary #4As always, I really hope you guys enjoyed the story. It’s worth noting that I’m going to try and integrate some more pony-drawings into my art rotation using my new art style, so if you have a preference for something to happen, please feel free to comment down below!Link to my Tumblr: oliver-england.tumblr.com/ Have a good one! ~England