Putting On A Show

“It’s so good of you to look after her, Megan.”

“Oh, it’s nothing. She might have a grown-up body, but she’s just a sweet little toddler, really. The right balance of loving care and strict discipline and she’s no trouble at all. Are you, Scarlet?” Megan bounced the overgrown baby-woman on her knee, making her diaper crinkle under her tutu. “You’re my good little girl most of the time, aren’t you?”

Scarlet chortled around her thumb and nodded.

“I was so surprised when I heard,” said one of her guests, a long-time friend of Scarlet’s. Like the handful of other visitors sat around the living room, she looked distinctly uncomfortable seeing Scarlet, a woman she had no doubt liked and admired very much, reduced to an adult-sized two-year-old sucking her thumb and sitting in the lap of her former rival. “I never got the impression that… I just thought the two of you didn’t really get along.”

Megan laughed and waved away the remark. “I know we had our arguments sometimes, but we cared about each other really.”

“Even after the audition results?” asked one of her other guests, another close friend of Scarlet’s, with the faintest note of suspicion in her voice. “I know you weren’t happy that Scarlet got the lead role in the ballet over you.”

Megan’s smile became a little fixed. “That was just a friendly little spat. I was disappointed of course, but I had to acknowledge that Scarlet was the better dancer.” She planted a kiss on Scarlet’s cheek. “It’s such a shame she won’t be able to take the part. But naturally those days are behind her now, ever since that funny little accident. Who’d have thought falling over and hitting your head could send your brain all the way back to babyhood? Anyway, the long and the short of it is it’s hard to dance professionally with a big, stinky diaper on your bum!” Megan laughed, and a couple of the guests joined in awkwardly.

“And you ended up getting the part in her place,” said the woman, still with a slight edge to her voice.

“It’s what she would have wanted,” said Megan, smiling warmly at the look of scepticism on her guest’s face. “She told me so herself, before the accident. ‘If it couldn’t be me, I’d want it to be you’, she said.”

Scarlet pulled her thumb out of her mouth with a pop. “I da best dancer, Mama!”

“Of course you are, sweetie,” cooed Megan in a patronising tone. Her eyes glinted. “In fact, why don’t you show everyone here just how good a dancer you are? Would you like to put on a little performance for all your old friends?”

“Uh-hu! Wanna dance, Mama!” Scarlet chirped. Prompted by a pat on her padded bottom, she hopped off Megan’s lap. At least two inches of thick, white, adult-sized Pamper was sticking out beneath the hem of her frilly pink tutu – only it didn’t stay white for long. A faint, yellowish tinge blossomed at her crotch and spread quickly up the front and back of her diaper as she waddled unsteadily into the middle of the room. Her nappy sagged lower between her legs with the weight of her wee-wee, and soon all the padding that was visible was clearly drenched with pee. All the while, Scarlet sucked her finger obliviously. But she did notice when her stomach made a loud rumbling sound. She peered down and frowned for a few seconds, trying to figure out what the funny feeling in her bottom meant, then she looked over at Megan and said, “Gotta go poopy, Mama!”

“Okay precious,” said Megan, enjoying the cringing expressions on Scarlet’s friends’ faces. “Good girl for telling me! Mama will just run and fetch your potty, and then-” But Scarlet was already sticking out her bottom and screwing up her face. “Oh Scarlet, no!” Megan cried, doing her best to suppress her glee. “Not in your pants!”

With a most unladylike sound, Scarlet started filling her massive Pampers in front of her dumbstruck audience. Megan’s eyes flitted up from the bulging seat of her ex-rival’s nappy for a moment to drink in the sight of all her friends watching transfixed as the once elegant, dignified woman pooped her pants like a giant baby. After a few seconds of grunting, Scarlet straightened up, smiling sweetly. Her diaper was now drooping even lower beneath her tutu, and there was a strong potty-smell emanating from her.

“Well,” said Megan, “before you get started, I think we’d better change your nappy, Scarlet.”

“Nu-uh,” Scarlet said simply, shaking her head. “Dancey time, Mama.”

“Are you sure, baby?” Megan could feel her pussy tingling delightfully. It was all she could do not to slip a hand down the front of her panties and start playing with herself there and then. “That nappy looks pretty full, not to mention smelly… Wouldn’t you rather have nice, clean underwear for your little show? It won’t take long to change you.”

“No!” Scarlet said angrily, stomping her foot and pouting. “Wanna dance!”

“Alright, stinky-pants,” Megan tittered. She looked over at her guests, fighting hard to stop herself grinning at the expressions of barely-suppressed horror and disgust on their faces. “There’s no point insisting on changing her now,” she explained. “She’d just throw a tantrum. Honestly, she’d be happy to run around in poopy pants all day if I let her!”

“Maybe we should go,” said one of Scarlet’s friends, her face red with second-hand embarrassment as she got half out of her seat. “I’m not sure she’d want us to see her like-”

“Oh no, please stay!” Megan cut across her. She wanted as many people as possible to see the new Scarlet, to replace the imagine in their minds of a talented, professional woman with that of the mucky adult toddler standing bowlegged on the carpet in a full diaper. “I know it’s hard, seeing her like this. It was for me at first. Scarlet used to be so smart and sensible, after all, but as her friends and former colleagues, I think it’s important that we accept her for who she is. She might be a bit silly now, and a bit stinky too, but she’s still Scarlet. I don’t want to go hiding her away like she’s something shameful… and she really wants to do a little dance for all of you.”

None of them had anything they could say to that, Megan knew. One or two of them suspected her motives, sure, but what could they do about it? Nothing. They couldn’t even criticise her openly without coming across like absolute bitches! After all, wasn’t she being simply wonderful by volunteering to look after their poor, mentally challenged friend? Wasn’t she so admirable for caring about Scarlet enough to deal with her dirty adult diapers?

Scarlet’s friend lowered herself back onto the sofa, and Megan smiled. “Alright, Scarlet,” she said, tapping on her phone and starting a lilting nursery song over the TV speakers. “It’s showtime!”

“Yay!” Scarlet squealed. She started to bounce on the spot and wave her arms in what could, in only the most charitable interpretation, be considered a dance.

Scarlet’s friends all looked slightly nauseated, and Megan revelled in the pity and revulsion directed at her rival, her former rival, a woman at the cusp of her professional dancing career reduced to a grubby toddler whose favourite activity was prancing around the living room in a thoroughly loaded diaper.

“Oh God…” she heard one of them whisper, as Scarlet hopped from one foot to the other and giggled at the way her nappy swung like a pendulum between her legs.

There you go, Scarlet, Megan thought, smirking with satisfaction. Everyone’s looking at you. You’re getting exactly what you wanted. This is almost as good as getting the lead role in the ballet, right? That’s what you get for looking down on me... And if that suspicious cow over there decides to go snooping around, trying to find out the truth about your ‘accident’, I’ll dose her with that mental regression drug and make sure she ends up prattling in the nursery right next to you. I’ll make her your big sister! Not too big, of course. I think spending the rest of her life flunking potty training would suit her just fine!