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Fantastic Troupe (Diaper Dimension)
🕑 Added 2019-05-05 09:25:10 +0000 UTCThey'd said that the students couldn't attend the international ballet show. They'd said that it would interfere with their schoolwork.
They'd thought themselves powerful in the education department's administration offices.
Then Mrs Millers had heard, and been furious. After all, her girls had been able to do their schoolwork and attend ballet symposiums when they'd been in school.
She'd marched into their offices, and threatened to sue. They had started confident and firm, yet they began to worry that a court disagreement between Betweeners and an Amazon Giantess wouldn't go well, given that they would look like they were just arguing back to an adult.
They’d decided to settle.
And found themselves in the legal foster care of Mrs Millers, until she deemed that they'd learned their lesson.
Worse, she took them to a clinic, which zapped them down to the size of Littles. That could be reversed, right? Any hope of that was in Mrs Millers hands now.
The next ballet tournament was in a year. Mrs Millers hired the strictest of tutors, and soon the girls were dancing every day, a little stunned at how quickly it had all changed.
At the same time, they were also enrolled back in school, and were expected to perform well there as well. Of course, at their size, there were often requirements for them to be wearing diapers, such as on field trips and such. With Mrs Millers’ strict early bedtimes, and a few accidents during long nights in bed, the diapers soon became a permanent feature. The girls would awake at the crack of dawn, begin their dances and stretches, work on their school work – goodness, had the curriculum gotten this much harder since their last time? - and maybe then, they'd get a diaper change before heading off to school. Of course, the school nurse often wouldn't give them a change either.
They were some of the top students under Mrs Millers' direction, in both academia and dance. They had to be. Mrs Miller was their only way of getting big again, not to mention that she was a very strict and effective mother. Each girl knew what it was like to wriggle in bed with a spanked bottom.
Of course, she said it wasn't all work and seriousness. Sometimes they got a babysitter who liked to get them playing in 'appropriate' and 'fun' ways. Playing tag and watching cartoons almost made them wish for ballet practice, especially when their bright and bubbly sitters were students who they’d previously denied requests for, who seemed to enjoy taking them to the park to show off their ballet talents there.
None of that compared to when they walked up onto stage though, in front of a massive audience and even television cameras. They had practiced extensively, even gotten pretty good. When the music started, a sweaty awkwardness overcame them, yet they still managed to stick to their routine. The troupe managed a perfect dance.
They performed their bows as Mommy had taught them as they received the applause. Thankfully with the auditorium so loud, nobody heard the muffled fart of a private struggle being lost, nor saw how the back of one of their diapers expanded slightly.
They waddled off, and received their kisses and disciplined praise from Mommy.
They unfortunately had to waddle back onto stage near the end, once they had won. Of course they had, they had practised to be the best. Mommy knew how to get lazy girls motivated into doing what they thought wasn’t doable.
The crowd cheered for an encore, and they each winced, knowing that their diapers weren’t quite as ready for dancing as they had been earlier in the day. Mommy graciously started the music of course. They still performed quite well, with only a few minor slip ups this time, and only fell on their backsides once each. The crowd thought it was adorable, but the girls knew that Mommy expected better, and quickly improved their stances. Not to mention that it was all going out on TV.
Finally the Fantastic Waddlers Troupe struck their pose. They were done. Goodness. They bowed again, wincing at how their diapers were tightened.
“Congratulations,” the host announced over the speakers. “To the Fantastic Waddlers Troupe, who show what can be achieved with hard work and discipline. As the winners, they receive an automatic re-entry into next year’s competition. Let’s give them a round of applause in advance for the show they’ll put on next year.”
The crowd cheered.
The ballerinas could only blink as they finally waddled off stage. But... if they kept winning they'd have to keep doing this, and Mrs Millers would never let them underperform in their dancing. She was far too strict for that.
They each thanked Mommy and received their kiss, feeling any hope of returning to adulthood disappear. Mommy seemed to see it too, looking in their eyes, and gave them all a big smile and big hug.
“Such pretty dancers,” she praised, “Though you didn’t do as well when your diaper is full. We’ll have to start practicing that way from now on. Mommy might think you’ve learned your lesson then...”
