The Naughty List

“Are you ready?”

Nyssa frowned for a moment, the words stirring something in her, although she couldn’t exactly say what. She felt like she’d heard them a million times lately, and yet, thinking back, she couldn’t actually recall what she’d said after, how she’d responded. That, paired with the goofy grin on her employee’s face, was enough to worry her slightly, which manifested, in the moment, as annoyance.

“Of course I am,” she scowled.

The other woman’s eyes widened, clearly having not expected that. “A-Are you ready… N-Nyssa?”

Again, Nyssa felt something, but the cadence of the words, the hesitance, didn’t sound quite… right… to her, despite not really knowing what she expected. “Excuse me?”

“I-I mean, Ms. Gataki!” her employee blushed. “S-Sorry!” Before she could get an answer, she scrambled away. She was new… Nyssa was pretty certain, especially after that, she wouldn’t be around for long. Nyssa didn’t have time to deal with that now, however… She had a meeting to get to.

It was a big deal, what they were trying to do, so it made sense they’d have to have a lot of meetings about it, to get everyone on the same page. Strangely, those were something else she couldn’t remember as well as she ought to. Her doctor had told her she was too stressed, and she assumed this was a part of that. It felt like her employees were always fighting her at every turn, which didn’t help, and, if she could have run the company without them, she would have already fired them, too.

They simply didn’t seem to understand that this was her app, her million dollar idea – which was about to become a billion dollar one, if they played their cards right – and she’d only needed them to make it for her, and get the word out. They appeared to think, because they’d done that, they had some say in how she used it… They were wrong.

“There she is!” her old college roommate, and head programmer, Elaine, exclaimed. “Sit down, Nyssa, we’re about ready to get started!”

Nyssa’s nostrils flared for a moment before she calmed herself, reminding herself that, if anyone deserved to call her by her first name here, it was Elaine. They’d known each other long enough, and before Nyssa had even come up with the idea. It still irked her, but if she was going to let it slide for anyone, it ought to be her.

She was a little more annoyed when Elaine took control of the meeting, asking, “Well, how are the preparations going?” before Nyssa could speak up. Elaine had always been louder than her, bigger than her – not that that was much of an accomplishment – and more friendly than her – which wasn’t, really, either – and that had helped them get their initial funding. She didn’t run this company, however, no matter how much she seemed to think she did.

“The new version of the app is almost ready,” one of the other programmers said, hitting a few buttons on his laptop and pulling up a view of it on the big monitor. It looked a lot like it always did, with its big button in the center, with Santa’s face on it and the smaller button with a lump of coal on it, and the big space at the bottom for ads. Santa wasn’t wearing his iconic hat, though, since it was out of season, and there were a couple extra buttons – one with Santa’s list, and one that was clearly a camera.

It had been such a simple concept… Nyssa was shocked nobody else had come up with it. Kids were always so afraid they might not make the cut, might have misbehaved too much over the year for Santa to bring them presents… So, why not let them tell Santa all about what they’d done, so they could see? All they had to do was hit the button with Santa’s face and confess, and Santa would tell them how naughty or nice they’d been, and tell them some things they could do to earn their way back onto the nice list.

And they almost all needed to… At first, Elaine had won out, telling Nyssa that, in general, kids weren’t that bad, but if Santa told them they were on the nice list right away, they had little reason to open the app again and keep checking, and, thus, have ads shown to them, which was, of course, the real reason any of it existed at all.

During the Christmas season, kids were using it all the time, telling Santa everything, checking back in to either hit the coal button to double check what they could do for penance, or mark them done, or, while they were there, to keep from getting in more trouble for not telling him the whole truth, updating their list of sins.

This year, however, Nyssa had decided they were doing something different, to keep kids from losing interest until the next holiday season. She wanted to encourage kids to keep using it year-round. She’d had Santa telling kids he was pretty sure they’d forgotten something, and adding on more naughty points for that, so they’d want to tell him as soon as they misbehaved, rather than waiting. Behind that new Santa’s list button, there was a ranking of the most naughty and most nice kids, so they could try to stay off the former, and on the latter, list.

And, to make sure everyone knew they were doing this, they were having a big New Year’s event, where they exposed the naughtiest person from the previous year, and star in a series of advertisements about their reformation over the coming year. Nyssa had wanted to make them be Baby New Year’s, but that had been a big fight, and, despite how close they were to the event, she wasn’t sure where they landed on it… Not that she needed to, since it was other peoples’ jobs to arrange that. The other employees seemed to think that would be ‘too mean’, which was something they’d said to her a lot.

“You can’t have them asking their parents to spank them!” Elaine had told her once. “If they think they won’t get any presents if they don’t, they’ll actually do it!”

“Well, they probably deserve it,” Nyssa had sniffed. She’d never been spanked as a kid, but she’d met plenty of children who clearly needed it.

“I’ve talked to Pampers, and they’re in,” one of the other workers spoke up.

Nyssa smirked; there was a battle she’d won… Apparently. After discovering a lot of kids were confessing bedwetting, or daytime accidents, Nyssa had reached out to the other company to partner up, to show those kids ads for diapers, and make wearing diapers a part of earning their way off the naughty list. Elaine hadn’t liked that either, claiming it wasn’t the kids’ fault.

“I never wet the bed,” Nyssa had informed her. “Or had accidents when I was older than a toddler. It wasn’t that hard.”

After news stories about friends of kids seeing those ads, or those punishment entries on the coal list, bullying them about it, everyone had wanted them to cut off their ties with Pampers, and it had been a huge battle, the end of which, like so many things lately, she couldn’t exactly recall… But, after hearing that report, Nyssa knew she’d won.

“The photo shoot went well,” another employee reported. She took over the monitor, showing an image of what was clearly Nyssa’s office, wrecked. Papers were everywhere, the trinkets from her desk thrown here and there… If she hadn’t just came from there, and known that wasn’t current, she would have been especially steamed. They’d obviously cleaned up, but she was still annoyed, starting to stand up and demand who’d given them permission to use her office, and do this to it.

And then the picture switched, and she saw… herself. The pictures were starting from the end, it seemed, because she was standing on her desk, kicking a pile of paperwork over, looking very much like a little girl in the middle of a tantrum… And, worst of all, there was a very obvious wet spot on her skirt, as if she’d wet herself.

She squirmed in her seat uncomfortably. She could remember, a few days ago, being embarrassed when she went home because she’d apparently put on the wrong skirt with her suit, and had been walking around, not quite matching, all day… And shocked to find she was in a pair of panties that looked more like something she’d worn as a kid than what she preferred now, that she assumed had been at the very bottom of her drawer, and she’d grabbed them without thinking, or noticing how thick the cotton was, how childish the little heart polka dots were. But now, here she was, in the right skirt, having peed herself in it, and the underwear she’d actually chosen for the day.

“We’re still finalizing the copy, but the pictures are perfect.” Nyssa watched in horror as her office turned more and more orderly, the wet spot on her clothes shrinking as the photos went back in time. How was this possible?! How had they gotten those pictures?! Had they found someone who looked like her, and faked it? Why?! Or… Was that what she’d been doing during one of her missing chunks of time?!

“Wonderful,” Elaine smiled. “And you found the right candidate for our new employee?”

“Oh, yes,” another worker grinned. “We just need you-know-who to sign her contract, but that won’t be any problem.”

Nyssa frowned. Were they talking about her? Why did they need another new hire? Or was it to replace the girl from earlier? She was clearly incompetent… She supposed it made sense that the other workers, who were around the girl more often, would have known that before her, and were preparing to find someone else.

“Great,” Elaine nodded, turning back to the other programmer. “And the webcams are in place?”

“Check it out.” He took control of the monitor again, showing off the app, this time moving his mouse over the camera icon, clicking on it and showing… Nyssa’s living room.

“She has her tree down already?” Elaine raised an eyebrow.

“She never had one up,” the other programmer shook his head. “So much for the Christmas spirit, huh? But I think the angle looks good. We can have her adjust it if we need to. I figure the playpen will…”

He started to move his mouse around the big empty space in the middle of the living room, but Nyssa couldn’t take it any more. “What the hell is this?!” she demanded.

“Nyssa, quiet down,” Elaine snapped, and, to her surprise, her next words were blocked, muffled by something in her mouth, something she felt herself sucking on subconsciously… Something that turned out to be her own thumb. She scowled, trying to pull it out, but couldn’t. “Did nobody trigger her?!”

“I-I tried,” the new girl raised her hand meekly. “I-I thought I had, but I guess I screwed it up…”

“It’s all right,” Elaine told her, while Nyssa struggled to yank her hand away from her face, and tell them all how not ‘all right’ this was. “Are you ready, Nyssa?”

Nyssa didn’t remember much after that… But they were in the crunch time now, so things were pretty hectic. She was just glad when it was New Year’s Eve, and she could dress up in her gorgeous ball gown and head into the office for their big event.

She milled around for a while, munching on snacks – more than she’d expected, to be honest, since it felt like any time she tried to pass one up, a nearby employee would ask, “Aren’t you hungry?” and she’d realize she was. Even stranger was the fact that none of them appeared to be eating, or at least not the same snacks as her.

“Hello, everyone!” she told the camera broadcasting the whole thing live. “I’m Nyssa Gataki, creator of the Naughty List app. I hope everyone used our app, and got all the presents they deserved this year! If you didn’t… Well, sometimes there just isn’t enough time in the Christmas season to make up for all the naughty things you do throughout the year. That’s why the Naughty List is going year-round!”

She smiled, waiting for the applause from her employees to die down before looking back at the teleprompter for her next line. “Now you know you won’t forget to tell him anything, because you can do it right away! And, to prove it works, we found the person who was the naughtiest this year, and they’re going to spend the year with us, getting reformed, by someone who knows exactly what it takes to get on the nice list… Mrs. Claus?”

She frowned, not sure what she was being told to talk about, until a large woman, one who dwarfed her, even in her heels, dressed as, indeed, Mrs. Claus, stepped out, and into frame with her. Nyssa squirmed uncomfortably, standing next to her, wishing she’d worn even higher heels, or padded her bra a little more.

“It isn’t just up to me, though,” ‘Mrs. Claus’ broke in, taking over from the anxious Nyssa. “We’re going to let you watch all of it, and you can vote on whether you think they’ve truly changed their ways or not. Won’t that be fun?” She nudged Nyssa, who let out a nervous chuckle. “Well, then, would you like to reveal who the naughtiest person of the year is, Nyssa?”

“I-It’s Ms. Gataki,” she replied reflexively.

“We’ll see,” the other woman smirked.

Nyssa looked around the room, wondering where she was supposed to gesture, who they’d found for this, before shrugging, hoping her workers were prepared, and starting to read again. “The naughtiest person of this year, who will also be our Baby New Year,” her eyebrows raised, feeling smug to see that, to know her employees had changed their mind on that, too, “is…” She paused, seeing her last line, stomach churning. “W-Wait…”

On the monitors, she saw clips of articles about the Pampers incident, of memos she’d sent about possible punishments for the app, the pictures from the photo shoot… “N-No,” she shook her head. “Th-That’s not true!”

“That’s right,” Mrs. Claus interrupted, as the live footage began to run again, her hand clamping around Nyssa’s arm, holding her in place. “The naughtiest person of the year is our very own Nyssa here! As you saw, she’s been a very bad girl… And, after being so mean to people who have accidents, apparently she has something to tell Santa, herself!”

“N-No!” Nyssa said defiantly. “Th-That wasn’t real! I-It was Photoshopped, I wouldn’t… I’ve never…” She frowned, feeling something strange… Without thinking about it, or being able to stop it, she felt her bladder giving way, felt her panties warming up, before a torrent of pee started to cascade down her thighs, soaking through her gown, forming a puddle beneath her. She didn’t have accidents, and this didn’t really feel like one anyway… It felt like she’d done it on purpose, but, obviously, she wouldn’t have done that on her own! Yet, there had been something in her mind, something triggered by what Mrs. Claus had said, that had forced her to.

“Nyssa!” Mrs. Claus scolded. “And right in your pretty party dress! Well, it’s a good thing the Naughty List is partnering with Pampers again… They made a special diaper, just for you!”

Nyssa watched in horror as a changing table was wheeled out, one more than big enough for her, stocked with stacks and stacks of huge, bulky diapers. Mrs. Claus grabbed one, showing it off to the camera. It had the Pampers logo proudly blazoned across the front, but it was far thicker than any baby diaper Nyssa had ever seen – not that she’d had much of a reason, without any kids, or nieces or nephews, or anything of her own – and the print was lumps of coal, angry looking Santa faces, pictures of lists with Naughty scrawled on top in red, and Nyssa’s name written at the very top. They clearly really had been made just for her.

“No!” she shook her head, stomping her foot. “I don’t need diapers!”

“This,” Mrs. Claus gestured to her dress, “and those pictures say otherwise. Now, while we get her ready, let’s see her new home for the year… Or longer, if you don’t vote to say she’s learned her lesson by the end of the year!”

Nyssa was no match for the bigger woman, getting stripped, lifted onto the changing table, and strapped down. She blushed and squirmed helplessly, having to look away as Mrs. Claus slid the fresh diaper under her, getting out a can of shaving gel. Instead, she saw the monitor, where they were showing her apartment.

She didn’t see the master bedroom, where she’d spent most of her time that day, before showing up here. The guest bedroom, on the other hand, was completely transformed, the bed replaced by a crib, and a changing table much like the one she was currently on, a rocking horse and chair sitting in opposite corners of the room. In her dining room, there was a huge high-chair; in the living room, from the same perspective as that webcam shot from the meeting, an oversized playpen.

During that part, she actually saw herself in the corner of the frame, walking by in a daze, not looking twice at the thing. That made some sense – she didn’t remember seeing it – but not a ton… Had whatever they done to her extended to there? Had they mesmerized her to keep her from seeing what they were doing?!

Whatever the case, she could tell, from that glimpse of herself, that the playpen was tall, big enough to keep her from escaping on her own. And, the fact that the footage from there seemed to be from the camera they’d been using in the meeting made her wonder if the same was true for the other rooms, if those were accessible from the app as well, and she’d interrupted before the programmer could show them off.

She gasped, pulled away from her thoughts as she felt the diaper being drawn up between her legs, forcing her thighs apart, feeling so thick, and bulky, and thoroughly infantile compared to her normal underwear. “N-No,” she whimpered, trying to push the woman’s hands away, but she was already working on the tapes, pulling the sides nice and snug before securing them in place, diapering the little CEO for the first time in decades.

To ‘complete’ her ensemble, Mrs. Claus pulled a red, cropped sweatshirt over her head. Nyssa could see there was something written on the front in gold letters, but, until she pulled it out a little, she couldn’t quite read it. When she did, she wished she hadn’t… All it did was declared her the ‘Naughtiest.’

Mrs. Claus lifted her down off the changing table. Standing there, without her heels, her padded bra gone with her gown, the outfit it had been replaced with doing nothing to hide her diaper, she felt smaller than she had in a very, very long time, which was making it very hard to figure out how to take control of the situation again, to prove that this was her company, and that she couldn’t be treated this way.

Before she could, the cameras switched back on, showing the world her new look. She blushed, trying to tug the shirt down low enough, then attempting to hide behind Mrs. Claus, who easily moved her back in front, making sure she was seen. “Now, Nyssa,” she lectured, “I’m going to be your Nanny for this next year, so I want you to be a good girl for me, okay? I don’t want to have to punish you… But, if I do, you had several ideas for how I should, didn’t you? I think it would be a great idea to try them on you and see how they work… Don’t you?”

Nyssa’s face was practically glowing as she fidgeted, feeling the diaper between her legs, forcing her into a bow-legged stance, crinkling with every tiny movement. “Y-You can’t do this to me,” she whined.

“We can,” Mrs. Claus assured her. “You signed the contracts to set all this up…” She had them waiting on one of the shelves of the changing table, and, sure enough, Nyssa recognized her signature instantly. “And doesn’t it make sense, sweetie? You get to be the face of your own company’s new advertising campaign!”

Her face, and probably her diapered bottom, were going to be splashed everywhere… “No, no, no!” she stomped her feet, the only thing she could think of to do in the moment.

“Oh, dear, another tantrum?” Mrs. Claus tutted. “Well, I suppose it’s only natural… You’re up far past your new bedtime. The only reason you’re still awake is because you’re Baby New Year, so you have to be. And look at that… It’s almost midnight! But we don’t have a ball to drop… Hmm… What do you think we should do, Nyssa? We need something big, and round…”

Nyssa had no idea what she was talking about… Unfortunately, her body did. Unable to stop it, she felt her knees bend, her face turning a new kind of red as she began to strain, and push… And she felt something coming out, pushing against the seat of her diaper before starting to spread, slowly filling her diaper with warm, thick, gooey mush.

She was pooping her Pampers… And, what’s more, she was doing it live, for an audience of at least all her employees, and however many people were tuned in to the stream. She was absolutely mortified, feeling her diaper expand around her, ballooning outwards to hold all her mess, no doubt amplified by all the special treats she’d been encouraged to chow down on.

“That might be the first good thing you’ve done all year!” Mrs. Claus quipped, giving Nyssa’s diaper a few pats, making the girl squirm and blush, feeling the contents squelch and shift at the impact. “Wow, you really filled that to the brim, didn’t you?”

“N-No,” Nyssa shook her head sheepishly, her voice tiny, weak, not at all like that of the strong CEO she’d started the presentation as.

“And there you go, ruining it already,” Mrs. Claus sighed. “Why would you even try to lie about it, Nyssa? Everyone can see the truth. But don’t you worry… I know how to deal with liars. I bet you do, too.”

Nyssa was afraid she did, but, before they got to that, Mrs. Claus produced a silver diaper cover from the changing table, shiny and glittery, made to look like it was shaped out of crystals, like the one in Times Square. She could barely get it over Nyssa’s swollen backside, though she managed it, pulling it tight and letting it snap shut as the girl blushed and whimpered.

Then, Mrs. Claus sat down and yanked Nyssa over her lap. Nyssa squealed in surprise, and then fear, realizing she’d been right, and she knew exactly what was going to happen. “We have to make sure everyone can see the ball,” Mrs. Claus told her, positioning her so that her backside, and the loaded diaper around it, was on prominent display. “Oh, but we need something to drop, don’t we… Hmmm… Oh, I know.”

She held out her hand, and Elaine placed a large, wooden hairbrush in it. Nyssa gulped, squirming helplessly over her new nanny’s lap. This couldn’t be happening… She’d made this app, and this company! How dare they treat her like this?! She was going to fire every single one of them… Although, how she was going to do that from her playpen, in her stinky diapers, she had no idea.

“Is it time? Count down with me!” Mrs. Claus told the camera, and Nyssa’s employees, all of them shouting at once, “10! 9! 8!”

They couldn’t really expect her to go through with this… Could they?! They had hired this ‘Mrs. Claus’ for the night, at least, and she seemed to be in on it, happy to join in… But could she really be there for the whole year?!

“7! 6! 5!”

Nyssa gasped, realizing only then that Mrs. Claus’s arm, hairbrush in it, was raising higher and higher with each number, preparing for a good, hard, first swat, sure to be followed up with plenty of smaller, though still certainly effective, especially through her dirty diaper, smacks. “No!” she sniffled, kicking her feet helplessly. “Stop it!”

“4! 3! 2!”

Time seemed to stop for a moment, Nyssa trapped on Mrs. Claus’s lap, the hairbrush waiting, poised to strike. This was a dream, she told herself. It had to be… The hairbrush would come down, and she wouldn’t feel a thing… And she definitely wasn’t going to be kept under the thumb of this nanny for a whole year… Or longer, if her employees decided, since they could manipulate the polls to say whatever they wanted, even if the people who used the app decided to take mercy on her, after the Pampers controversy, and seeing those memos she’d written about punishments.

“1!”

For a second, Nyssa was sure she was right, and, at worst, she’d wake up in her own bed. Then, she heard the whistle of wood swinging through the air rapidly, and a sharp whap as it hit the seat of her diaper, all her hopes of snapping out of this vanishing as she felt the sting of the impact, the squishing of her diaper, the soreness that was already starting on her backside at the very first spank.

“Happy New Year!” everyone else exclaimed, streamers soaring across the room, people kissing and celebrating while the Naughtiest girl of the year began to sob, squirming in vain, trying to escape the punishment she’d been earning for so very long.

 

Commissioned by, and posted with the permission of, one of my lovely Patrons. Find exclusive captions and stories at my Patreon! Inspired by this picture of the adorable LilDiaperedSunshine!

Letters to Santa

“It’s like it’s all about her,” Amanda grumbled, taking another swig of her beer.

Tanya nodded, as sympathetically as she could, although she couldn’t resist pointing out, “Well, she is just a kid.”

“Yeah, I know that,” Amanda rolled her eyes. “I think she even still believes in Santa! Can you believe that?! She’s ten! She’s such a spoiled little baby…”

“How old were you when you stopped believing in Santa?” her friend asked.

“I was… umm…” Amanda pondered for a couple moments, but it was too hard to think about any one thing for that long. “I don’t know! It was a long time ago! I’m sure I was younger than her, though!”

“You know i love you,” Tanya said, “but… It sounds like you’re just jealous.”

“Am not!” Amanda pouted. “Why would I be jealous of that brat?! Just because she has way more presents, and mom and dad have been spending every waking moment doing whatever she wants, even though I’m the one who just came back in from college? They don’t even make her do chores! I had to do chores all the time when I was her age!”

“I can’t imagine,” Tanya smiled patiently. “I think that should probably be your last drink.”

But Amanda snuck another when Tanya wasn’t looking, which would have been hard to do, even when she was sober. There weren’t a ton of people there at her little party… Having it on Christmas Eve certainly didn’t help. It was the first day when all of their friends from high school were in town, and the last – other than Christmas itself – before some were heading back out. It had been the best time to have it, they’d all decided, though family events still kept most of them from being able to show up, or stay for long.

Amanda, of course, had no problem… Her parents wanted to take Kristi to see the big Christmas light display the next city over. They’d invited Amanda, but, to her, it felt like a long time in the car to look at some lights, and she was sure it would be super busy, so they’d have to spend almost as long in line.

She’d pointed it out to them, and asked how they were going to have their traditional Christmas Eve supper of lasagna, a tradition that had started back when Amanda was younger than Kristi, and it was her favorite meal. “We’re going to grab something on the way,” her mother had told her.

“There are no good Italian places on the way,” Amanda had whined.

“Then we’ll just get something else. Kristi likes…”

That was when Amanda had stopped listening. Of course, tradition didn’t matter… The way they’d done things for years and years didn’t matter… All that mattered was what her little sister liked, what she wanted. Ditching them and coming to Tanya’s party had been an easy decision.

She hadn’t intended to get quite so drunk, knowing they’d be up early the next day, and that it would likely get loud as Kristi opened up her presents and probably got everything on her list and squealed in happiness over and over, while their parents no doubt had forgotten to even buy Amanda anything until she arrived back home, and had gotten her some boring socks and whatever cheap junk they could find last minute.

Tanya didn’t let Amanda drive home, taking her back herself. Amanda was surprised to see her parents’ car there, having assumed it would take so long to get through the lights on Christmas Eve that she would beat them home, but, luckily, everyone was in bed when she stumbled in.

The house was quiet and calm, lit only by the soft glow of the Christmas tree. Amanda stumbled over to it, smirking at the sight of the cookies and milk left out for Santa, along with Kristi’s letter to Santa, grabbing one of the cookies and munching on it thoughtfully as she stared.

The Elf

Holly sighed and rolled her eyes, staring out at the long line of children still stretching down the mall’s corridor. There was no way they were getting to all of them tonight… And, of course, it was going to be her job to tell them that.

She wouldn’t say she was excited about it – the parents were going to be awful to deal with, especially the ones who had been waiting for hours – but there was a part of her that was going to enjoy seeing the kids’ disappointed faces, sending them off for the adults to deal with their tantrums. Some might say that Christmas was not a time for schadenfreude… She was not one of them.

She had been a kid once, obviously, although she didn’t think she’d ever been nearly as bad as the ones she dealt with now. It was Christmas now, which never helped, but even other times of the year, she was certain they were far worse nowadays. It was good for them to deal with a let-down here and there, so they knew that was what life was really about.

“Come on,” she rolls her eyes, putting a hand between the shoulders of the dawdling little boy in front of her, hesitating at the very moment when he’d finally gotten what he’d been standing in line for all this time. “Let’s go.”

She pushed him forward gently, ignoring the pointed throat-clearing from his mother, standing there watching, probably unhappy Holly had touched her kid at all. Holly wasn’t exactly pleased about it, either, and was happy for the white gloves that were a part of her costume, to help protect her from the germs the boy was surely crawling with. They couldn’t just stand around all day and wait for him to work up the courage, however…

“Ho ho ho,” Santa smiled down at the boy, reaching over and picking him up, easily lifting him and setting him on his lap. “Merry Christmas! Have you been a good little boy this year?”

They all said yes, of course – who would tell Santa differently? – but Holly had her doubts. Santa always took his time, ensuring all the kids were given the time to be heard, and feel like their wait had been worth it. He took his job way too seriously… Holly didn’t even know what his real name was. He only went by Santa.

Holly sighed, adjusting her dress while she waited. She felt so ridiculous in the thing… It was like a feminine version of Santa’s outfit, with green instead of red, trimmed in fake, white fur. The Peter Pan collar was white, too, with a large patch of holly berries on one side, which, according to Santa when she’d introduced herself to him at the start of the season, made it ‘perfect’ for her.

Red and green striped stocking, green boots, and a green and white Santa hat finished off the awful ensemble, the oversized bell at the tip of the hat jingling merrily with every step she took. There were definitely times – like every day, when she got changed – that she wondered why she was doing this, whether it was worth her dignity to spend hours standing around the mall, dressed like an elf, surrounded by terrible, screaming children.

They were paying her, though, and pretty decently for the amount of actual work she was doing. The sooner she started getting some money saved up, the sooner she could move out of her older sister’s house, which would be better for everyone. It was nice of her sister to let her stay there without paying rent, but there was only so long it was going to work before one of them killed the other.

Finally, Santa set the boy down, and Holly escorted him back to his mother, and over to the cash register to get their pictures and pay, before moving on to the next kid, an eager, chubby-cheeked little girl, who almost immediately turned bashful once Holly opened the gate with a half-hearted, “Come on in, it’s time to meet Santa.”

The girl blushed and stared down at her Mary-Jane-clad feet. “Oh, come on, kid,” Holly huffed, taking her by the hand and dragging her over to Santa.

“Hey!” the girl’s mother exclaimed.

“Look at all these people waiting,” Holly snapped at her, stomping back over to the parents’ waiting area. “We can’t spend all day on one little brat!”

“My baby is not a brat,” the woman insisted, with a tone that made Holly certain she must be, if she’d been raised by this person.

“Uh-oh!” Holly heard Santa chuckle, not annoyed – she’d never heard him sound frustrated, no matter how bad the kids were – but clearly trying to get her attention. She turned to see him lifting the girl down from his lap, wet spots rapidly spreading down her tights. “That’s all right, dear, I know you’ve been trying hard.”

“Seriously?” Holly shot the girl’s mother a harsh look. “Isn’t she too old to be doing that?”

“How dare..?!” the woman glared at her as Holly shooed the little girl away from Santa’s chair, trying to get her out of there as fast as possible, without touching her, even with her gloves.

“Sorry, everyone,” Holly announced to the line, “I’m afraid we’re going to have to close down early to get cleaned up, and…”

“We don’t have to close yet,” Santa told her. “I can go change my pants, and we’ll be back in time to get a few more in.”

Was he serious?! They were so close to quitting time anyway… Why bother to come back? This was the perfect opportunity to stop, to get home at a decent hour for once.

He was, of course. Frustrated, she put up the reindeer feeding sign, rushing after him to the little break room they’d been given for the few chances they had to relax. Santa dug through his costume pieces to find a dry pair of pants, while Holly flopped down on the sofa, sulking. “This is stupid,” she said. “It’s barely worth walking all the way here, then all the way back.”

“You could have stayed there,” he pointed out.

It had been an option… She knew it was better to leave the place empty, except for their cashier, rather than hanging around without the big man. Despite the sign at the entrance, she’d have to spend the whole time fielding questions of when Santa was going to return, and why it was taking so long. Here she could sit, anyway… Even if it hadn’t just been peed on, she wasn’t allowed to sit on Santa’s chair.

“Can you believe that dumb little girl?” she rolled her eyes as Santa headed into the tiny bathroom to change. “She had to have been at least five or six, and she’s still having accidents… She should still be in diapers if she can’t hold it.”

“She was in that line for a long time,” Santa called through the closed door, sounding patient as ever. “I’m sure you still had the occasional accident at her age.”

“N-No way,” Holly blushed, glad he was in another room so he couldn’t see her blush, thinking about the accident she’d had in PE class in third grade. “When I was her age, I wasn’t a baby anymore.”

“Just because somebody wets themselves doesn’t mean they’re a baby,” he said, sounding a bit stern, at least for him.

“Maybe,” she shrugged. “But she was.”

“Holly…” he sighed, stepping back out of the bathroom, shaking his head. He stopped himself, reaching into the pocket on his coat. “Here,” he told her. “I got you a little something for Christmas, but I’m afraid I’ll forget to give it to you, with all the craziness as Christmas Eve approaches.”

It was a tiny box, not even big enough for a gift card. “Oh, thanks,” she said, surprised. “I-I didn’t get you anything…”

“That’s quite all right,” he laughed. “I enjoy giving presents, even to those who might not have been as good as they could be in the past year.”

Holly rolled her eyes; all that naughty and nice stuff was so pointless… Parents got their kids presents either way. It was probably a good thing the children were too stupid to figure that out, since it was only the threat of Santa being right there to see them acting naughty that kept the line as relatively civil as it was.

“This isn’t, like, a ring, is it?” she asked, suddenly nervous. They’d spoken a few times, and he seemed nice enough – although, to be fair, he was nice to everyone – but guys were weird, and old ones especially so. She’d tried to be polite to him, seeing as they had to work together all month… Had he seen that as something else?

“You’re a little young for me,” he chuckled. “And I’m already married.”

“That wouldn’t stop some people,” she shrugged, flipping the box over, starting to untape the first flap.

“No, no,” he stopped her. “You’re supposed to open it on Christmas… I just didn’t want to forget to give it to you.”

“Oh,” she frowned. “Okay…” She shrugged, slipping it into her pocket. “Well, since we’re here, I guess I’ll go ahead and use the bathroom. I don’t want to end up like that little girl.” She smirked, slipping into the bathroom, sliding down her underwear and sitting on the toilet.

She pondered just staying in there, letting the clock run out on their shift, but, even if she did, she suspected Santa would want to go back out anyway. She sighed, leaning back against the toilet, one hand sliding into the pocket of her dress, feeling the tiny box.

It was so little… It wouldn’t be hard at all to wrap it back up, make it look like nothing had happened, in case Santa saw her taking it out of her pocket to take home. And it clearly wasn’t going to be anything that great… Probably not worth putting under the tree, or waiting until Christmas morning for…

She slid her nail beneath the little piece of tape holding the paper on, peeling it up, carefully lifting up the flap, the box inside sliding out into her waiting hand. For as small as it was, it was a nice box, seemingly hand-made out of wood, painted a glossy red, with a golden latch and hinges. There was no lock through the latch, although there was a place for one, allowing her to lift it up, open the lid, and see…

Nothing. She could have sworn she felt a small breeze, smelled a faint, sweet scent on it that was vaguely nostalgic, though she couldn’t quite put her finger on it, but, otherwise, the box was empty.

Strange, she thought. It was a nice box, but a weird gift. She shrugged, closing it back up, taping the paper around it again and standing up, sliding her panties back up her legs.

As they snapped into place, something happened. For a moment, she felt the sleek fabric around her, as always, and then it was gone. Or, not gone, exactly… They hadn’t vanished; in fact, there was more than ever, as they expanded outwards, growing at a rapid pace. They were changing, too, silk turning a bit harsher, rougher on the inside, and even slicker on the outside as it pushed out, pressing against her thighs, crinkling softly as she moved, shocked and trying to figure out what had happened, and adjust to whatever was going on beneath her skirt.

The origin of that smell hit her right as she tentatively reached down, trembling fingers closing around her skirt. She hoped she was wrong, and yet, as she raising the skirt and saw what was now waiting underneath, she knew she wasn’t. The smell had been baby powder, which made perfect sense, since she was now wearing a diaper.

Well, ‘sense’ was a strong word… It all fit together, but why it was happening as a bit more obtuse. She obviously hadn’t worn a diaper to work – she hadn’t worn a diaper in decades – and certainly not this one. She recognized it right away, from commercials, and some of the youngest kids who came to visit, still young enough their parents didn’t care enough about their dignity to keep their underthings hidden.

She was in Pampers. Full-blown, baby Pampers, sized to fit her perfectly, and far thicker than any she’d seen on a real baby, but, otherwise, clearly, unmistakably Pampers.

“No!” she squealed, without thinking.

“Is everything all right?” Santa asked helpfully.

No, it wasn’t; Holly couldn’t imagine it being any less ‘all right’, but she wasn’t sure what he could do about it. She didn’t want him to know, anyway, although it was hard to shake the feeling that, somehow, he already did. This whole thing was impossible, though it seemed to have something to do with that box…

“Yeah, I just… uh…” she mumbled, shaking her head. “F-Female problems,” she told him finally, hoping that would do the trick. “I’ll be out in a minute.”

Would she, though? She frowned, staring at herself in the mirror, tugging at the short skirt of her elf dress. The length hadn’t bothered her much before, but she hadn’t been trying to hide a diaper under it until now, either. If she stood still, you couldn’t tell what was happening, yet, as soon as she started to move, she was seeing flashes of plastic poking out from under the hem, and, if anyone was going to recognize that, it would be the people in the line.

“What is happening?!” she hissed to herself. This was, easily, the craziest thing that had ever happened to her, the most insane, impossible. Diapers didn’t just appear out of nowhere… Or from out of a pair of panties she’d worn dozens of times with no issues. But… Here she was, and there was no denying what she was wearing, her legs constantly pushed apart by it, a definite crinkling coming from her every time she moved to make it all the more undeniable.

She wanted to confront Santa, to demand to know what he’d done to her, although she knew she couldn’t. He had to be behind it, somehow – opening the box right beforehand was too big of a coincidence – but if she was wrong…. Well, she didn’t want him to know. She didn’t want anyone to know, if she could help it.

She couldn’t stay in the bathroom forever, no matter how much, in the moment, she wanted to. If the skirt hadn’t been so small, she might have taken the diaper off and gone without, but that felt like a sure way to get fired, if one of the irate parents noticed and reported her… At least with the diaper, if they saw, they’d feel sorry for her, probably.

She opened the bathroom door, hands immediately zooming to the hem of her skirt, holding it down as she shuffled out, hoping her new waddle didn’t look as obvious as it felt. Her cheeks burned as she approached Santa, tugging a little harder on the dress, mentally willing him not to ask any questions.

He nodded, heading for the door. “Let’s go!” he announced, Holly trailing behind, cursing all the last-minute shoppers as they made their way back to Santa’s throne. Thankfully, they were mostly concerned with getting to all the stores on their list before the mall closed, so they weren’t paying much attention to her, though that meant a few did bump into her, and she suspected at least one saw her diaper as she tried to keep from falling over.

“All right,” Santa told her, once he was back on his chair. “Bring them up!”

Holly swallowed, staring at him, wanting to tell him she’d learned her lesson, and she wanted her real underwear back. Instead, she toddled over to the line, letting go of her skirt briefly to open the gate, letting the next girl in, hand quickly going back to her skirt… But not fast enough.

“Look, Mommy!” the girl exclaimed, pointing. “She’s…!”

“A-A Christmas elf!” Holly cut her off. “Straight from the North Pole! Go on, go see Santa!”

Luckily, the girl turned and saw the jolly man sitting there, arms out, waiting for her, and got distracted. Holly blushed, feeling the mother’s gaze on her as she stood there awkwardly, scared to move, and also scared to stay still, to subject herself to more scrutiny.

Just like she’d known, there was only time for a couple more kids before the mall started to close around them. It didn’t feel quite so triumphant that night, hobbling down the line, explaining that they’d have to come back the next day if they wanted to see Santa, terrified someone would ask why, when she clearly didn’t need a break in that get-up.

Maybe that was the point, she pondered, trudging back to the break room again. Maybe this was supposed to teach her a lesson in humility, and, if that was the case… Well, it had done its job well. She was glad to be able to change out of the dress and into her jeans, although the diaper was so huge, she could barely pull the pants up over it, and when she did, there was a definite bulge.

“No way,” she told herself, shaking her head as she stared at her reflection. She’d had to play it safe here, at work… Now, it really didn’t matter that much. She wrestled her jeans back down from her crotch, untaped the diaper, tossed it at the garbage can, resolving to stick it further down in there later. Santa had to know about this, though that didn’t mean she wanted him to see it… Whatever janitor cleaned up after them didn’t need to see, either.

As she pulled the pants back up, however, buttoning them closed, she could feel it happening again. The whiff of baby powder filled her nose, and, to her horror, she looked down, watched red and green sparkles start to appear from the fabric of her jeans, swirling around the legs, working their way from the bottom to the top, denim vanishing beneath them as they moved upwards.

“No!” she tried to wave them away, like a pair of multi-colored gnats. “Stop it!”

She stomped her feet, shook her legs, but nothing worked, and, in a matter of moments, her jeans had been reduced down to the tiniest pair of hot pants she’d ever worn, which then, as she gawked, began to shimmer, fabric turning into plastic and fluff as they puffed out into an oversized, extra-thick pair of Huggies.

“No,” she repeated, in more of a whimper, poking at the giant baby diaper in disbelief.

She had no choice, really, other than to put her elf dress back on. She wasn’t going to waltz out of there in only her shirt and diaper, obviously, and that was all she had left. Unfortunately, Santa was already gone by the time she worked up the courage to step out of the bathroom, leaving only her manager, waiting impatiently.

“Took you long en…” the woman started to say, before seeing what she had on. “You didn’t even change?!”

“It’s… complicated,” Holly sighed. “I swear, I’ll bring it back tomorrow…”

“This is not a costume rental service,” her boss rolled her eyes. “You can’t just…”

“I don’t have anything else to wear!” Holly stomped her foot. “You think I want to wear this stupid thing home?!”

“Seems that way,” the woman shrugged. “You were dressed when you came in today.”

“Well, my real clothes are gone,” Holly said. “I don’t know where they are!” She did, really – they were still on her, just in a different form – but she wasn’t going to explain that now. “I-I guess someone came in and stole them or something.”

Thankfully, her boss took pity on her, although she did make her go to the mall security and fill out a report, standing by her the whole time so she couldn’t change her mind. It was very late by the time Holly got home, which meant, thankfully, her sister was already in bed, making it easy for her to sneak to her room, tear off the diaper, and grab a pair of real underwear.

She hesitated for a moment. As much as it felt like something from a dream, the transformations were real – she’d seen one, and felt the other. Those had both happened at the mall, though… It wouldn’t follow her home, somehow, would it?

It did. These panties turned into a pair of Luvs. She groaned, ripping them off, tossing them onto the other diaper. Fine, she thought. She’d sleep without them tonight, and figure this out the next day. She pulled on a nightshirt, and nothing else, and, as soon as it fell over her bare backside, the red and green sparkles returned.

“Stop it!” she growled at them, cheeks flushing as she saw, in her mirror, her chest being bared, her shirt transforming into Pampers before her very eyes.

There was no getting around it… Her underwear were turning into diapers, and, if she tried to wear anything without them, then that changed instead. As long as she was wearing any clothes at all, a big, bulky baby diaper was going to be a part of the outfit, if not the whole thing.

She spent the next morning composing her apology to Santa. She’d always felt ridiculous, calling him that, but she’d had no other name for him… Now, it didn’t feel quite so weird. To her surprise, she lost track of time and… something else… as she worked, looking up to see she was late to work, then standing, blushing as she felt her diaper sagging between her legs slightly, damp.

She had a couple spares from the night before, she was able to change herself, then put on a dress of her own to wear into work that day, one with a longer skirt than the elf one, knowing it would hide the diaper better than any pants she owned. She raced to the mall and to the break room to change, worried to see Santa wasn’t there.

It was hard to run in the elf dress without flashing her diaper, so she had a feeling plenty of shoppers caught a glimpse as she hurried to work, going for her boss first, at the cash register, to apologize before jumping in.

“I couldn’t wait for you,” the woman shrugged, gesturing over to the teenager standing there at the gate. “I promised to pay her for the day, so….”

“I’m here now!” Holly pointed out. “I can do it!”

“No, you can’t,” her manager countered. “Because you’re fired. And I want that dress back.”

“C-Can I at least talk to..?” Holly asked, gesturing towards Santa.

“You can get in line with everyone else,” her boss shrugged.

Holly groaned, staring at the huge line that had already formed. She’d worked there long enough to know it would take most of the day to get through what was already there, and there were still people showing up. As much as she wanted to go change into her own dress, if she did that, she might be stuck in the line when they closed for the day, and then tomorrow would be Christmas Eve… And Santa had told her someone else was going to be filling in for him then, because he was ‘very busy’ with ‘other things’ that day…

“Just two minutes?” Holly asked, holding up a pair of fingers. “Please, it’s really…”

“Get in line, or get out of my face,” the woman snapped. “Some of us have work to do.”

Feeling incredibly silly, Holly headed for the other end of the line and stepped in, fists clenched in the fabric of her skirt. She wasn’t the tallest person, so, at a glance, she wouldn’t be surprised if someone saw her and assumed she was a girl, just slightly too old for this, who had gotten all dressed up to see Santa.

She had to stand perfectly still, or as close as she could. The moment she started to slouch, she spotted the little boy behind her tugging on his mother’s sleeve, pointing, and she had to quickly readjust herself.

That became a much bigger problem not long after, when she felt her bladder starting to fill. The thick diaper kept her from pressing her legs together too much, and she didn’t dare squirm too much… She’d seen parents passing the kids off to their partner outside the line, to take them to the bathroom, but she didn’t have that option… If she left, she’d have to start at the back of the line again.

“This can’t be happening,” she whispered to herself, thinking, involuntarily, of the little girl who had wet herself on Santa’s lap the day before as her body gave in, and she felt the padding start to fill, growing softer as the warm liquid poured inside. It was much bigger than the accident she’d had at home, and much harder to ignore as she slowly inched forward in the line, feeling it squish between her legs.

It took her a while to look down, to notice how much her diaper had sagged after that. She didn’t even think about it until she heard the boy behind her giggling, his mother trying to quiet him down. She glanced at herself, then, frantically, tried to pull the dress down, but it just wasn’t long enough… She’d been showing off her disposable underwear ever since she’d wet herself, and not known it!

She really looked like she belonged here now, among these little kids… All dressed up like an elf, in a soggy diaper… She was mortified, yet trapped, unable to leave without destroying her chance of putting a stop to all this.

To add insult to injury, once she finally reached the front of the line, the teenager that had been hired to replace her was taller than her, allowing her to bend down to look her in the eyes. “Hi, there, cutie!” she beamed. “What a cute dress! We’re twins!”

“No, we aren’t,” Holly told her grumpily.

“Oh,” the girl seemed surprised at first, then barely hid her giggle when she spotted Holly’s drooping diaper. “Oh, sweetie, that’s okay. Everyone has accidents!”

Holly glared at her, stomping past her towards Santa. “I know where I’m going!” she exclaimed when the teen tried to lead her over.

“Ho ho ho,” Santa boomed, smiling down at her. “Merry Christmas, Holly!”

“Look, Santa, I’m really… Hey!” She blushed as he reached down to pick her up. “W-We don’t have to do that, do we?”

“Of course we do!” he replied, plopping her down on his lap, her skirt riding up, showing off even more of her diaper to anyone walking by, seeing her there, as if the situation wasn’t humiliating enough on its own. “Now, have you been a good girl this year?”

“Santa,” she whispered, squirming a little closer to him, still tugging at her skirt. “I-I’m really sorry, okay? Please, just… Just stop this, all right?”

“You didn’t answer my question, Holly,” he said. “Have you been a good girl?”

“I-I guess?” she shrugged. “This isn’t about…”

“Oh, Holly,” he shook his head. “You know better than that. You’ve been very cross with all the children, and made their Christmases worse. This is a magical time of year for them, and you showed them no patience, or understanding… That doesn’t sound like something a good girl would do, does it?”

“Fine, no,” Holly rolled her eyes. “Then take my present back! I don’t want it anyway!”

“I asked you not to open it until Christmas,” he reminded her. “This,” he gave her diaper a pat, making her blush, “is not your present… It’s your punishment for not following directions. I’m afraid you won’t be getting a present from me this year. You will be getting another punishment, however, for being a naughty girl, and trying to pretend otherwise.”

“Wh-What?” Holly gulped, squirming on his lap. She blushed, realizing, all of the sudden, she had to pee again. Her hands shot to her padded crotch, but it was already too late, and, to her horror, she felt her bladder letting go… And then her diaper doing the same. “Oh, no!” she squealed, feeling herself starting to leak on Santa’s lap, just like the little girl from the day before.

“Uh-oh,” Santa chuckled heartily, picking her up and setting her down, her dress feeling suddenly even smaller, as if it had shrunk to make what was happening all the more obvious to any outside observers. “That’s all right, dear, I know you’ve been trying hard.”

That was exactly what he’d told that girl, Holly remembered… But she wasn’t a little girl! She was an adult, and she shouldn’t be in diapers at all, much less using them! “Aww, it’s all right, sweetie,” the elf promised, walking over to her, gently leading her to the gate. “It happens to everybody. I’m sure your Mommy will clean you right up… And I doubt you’ll be able to tell in the picture.”

“My Mommy isn’t…” Holly glared at the girl, shooting Santa a dirty look, wondering if this was what he wanted, how she should have handled things yesterday. When she turned back around, her big sister was standing there, waiting for her… And, to her surprise, towering over her. Just like, Holly realized, the elf was.

She looked down, stomach twisting as she saw herself, head spinning when she saw not her adult body, but a toddler’s. “No!” she squeaked, her voice high and childish. “Santa, no!” she pouted, stomping her tiny, elf-booted foot.

“I’m sorry,” Holly’s sister apologized. “She’s a little cranky… The line was awfully long.”

“I get it,” the elf winked at her. “Goodbye, cutie… I hope to see you again next year! Maybe you’ll be in a better mood then, and we can get an elfie together! Your little outfit is so adorable!”

Next year… Holly stared at Santa as she was pulled away from him, over to the cash register. Was she going to have to wait until next year to talk to him again, to get him to reverse this? She wasn’t sure when else she’d have the chance to see Santa Claus, so she had a bad feeling that was going to be the case… And that, if she was going to have any shot of convincing him to make her a big girl again, she’d have to be a very, very good girl next year.

 

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A Brat’s Christmas

‘Brat’ was such a strong word… And one that most people whom it really applied to would never consider calling themselves, no matter how many times they heard it directed at them.

Arya, for example, did not consider herself a brat. She was somebody who knew what she wanted, and was willing to do whatever it took to get it… It was only natural when, if that didn’t happen, she had a bit of a reaction to that, and that some people might consider it an over-reaction. They just didn’t understand.

So it only made sense that she should figure out what her Christmas presents were ahead of time. She was doing it for everyone else’s sake, really… If it was something disappointing, and she found out on the day, she wouldn’t be able to help herself; she needed to know now, so she could prepare herself, and not make quite as much of a fuss… Although a tiny one would still be necessary, so they knew they really should get her something else.

She hadn’t been sure if she was going to do it at her new house, now that she’d moved out of her parents’ place. She could tell she was getting on her roommate, Carole’s nerves already… Her parents had agreed to pay her rent for the first few months, after she complained to them about how it was hard enough to get set up somewhere new, and finding a job on top of that – for the first time – was going to be almost impossible. They’d cut her off after that, telling her, if she needed, she could move back in with them, but they weren’t paying for her to live elsewhere if she wasn’t even going to try to support herself.

That wasn’t fair… They weren’t there, they didn’t know if she was trying or not! She’d had a few interviews, in fact. The people she’d talked to looked mean, or boring, and the things they’d told her she’d have to do as a part of the jobs sounded awful, so she simply hadn’t picked up when they’d called back. She didn’t want to work there, and she didn’t want to get rejected, so there was no point.

Carole had paid her rent a couple times now, on top of the utilities, and groceries, as well as doing the cooking and cleaning herself, since Arya assured her she was no good at either, so it was better for her to just handle it. It was becoming increasingly obvious Carole wasn’t entirely satisfied with their arrangement… Arya knew she should pitch in, or she might get kicked out, but she hadn’t quite managed to motivate herself for that yet.

Not when it was Christmastime! Arya loved Christmas… It was the season of cookies, and pretty decorations, and presents! Especially the last part. It had seemed absolutely insane to her when she’d asked Carole, half-jokingly, if the girl had her shopping done for her yet, and Carole had said she hadn’t thought they were going to do presents for each other.

“Why wouldn’t we?” Arya had rolled her eyes. “It’s Christmas!”

“Yes, I know when it is,” Carole had sighed. “But you’re clearly having money troubles…”

“So? It’s Christmas,” Arya had repeated.

“Were you planning on getting me anything?”

“O-Of course!” Arya had hesitated, just a moment too long. Honestly, she hadn’t thought about it… She didn’t have a ton of money, after all, and she had to get stuff for her parents.

“No, you weren’t,” Carole had shaken her head. “You just want me to get something for you, don’t you?”

“Well, yeah,” Arya had admitted. “Who wouldn’t want another present?”

“You are such a brat,” Carole had told her. “But don’t worry… I think I know the perfect thing for you.”

 

The Nativity

Cali wasn’t sure what drew her over there, why she’d pulled her car over on the way to her parents’ house for Christmas, but something had drawn her to that house, and she couldn’t resist it.

It never got too cold there, and she’d only seen snow around Christmastime a couple times in her life, but the holiday spirit was still strong, the house decked out in lights and garlands, the yard full of inflatables, props, and, right in the center, a huge, life-sized nativity scene.

That, Cali realized as she climbed out of her car, wandering over towards the yard, was what she must have noticed. This was it, she thought with a wry smile… This was the house her and her friends, years ago, had wrecked one December night. They were stupid teenagers, high on the knowledge they’d be heading off to college in a few months, wanting to make some trouble.

They’d knocked some stuff over, pulled down lights, spray-painted new faces onto the figures in the nativity scene. Then, when they were just about finished, ready to head out so they wouldn’t get caught, Cali had the brilliant idea to steal one of the figures. Baby Jesus seemed like the obvious answer, but he was also small… You could barely tell he was there unless you walked right up to his cradle.

No, she wanted something people would notice the absence of; the answer was clear. The angel, sitting on top of the stable, glowing softly from the inside. It was the first thing her eyes were attracted to whenever she drove by the house around this time of year, and she was sure it was the same for most other people.

Cali didn’t even know who lived there, had never met them… She had nothing against them. She felt a pang of guilt as she climbed up onto the stable, unhooking the angel and tossing it down, helping her friends carry it away, stuffing it into the trunk, then racing off, laughing and congratulating each other on a job well done.

To Cali’s surprise, the angel was still gone. Perhaps the owners hadn’t been able to find one that matched the rest of the set… Maybe it was only sold as a complete set. They clearly cared enough about it to keep putting it up, and, as she stepped closer, she could see they’d repainted the ones that were intact… But there was no angel.

“Hello?”

Cali jumped, looking up towards the front door, her heart pounding like it had been the whole time she’d been doing her vandalism, years ago. For a split second, she was sure she’d been caught, that the woman standing there in the doorway knew what she’d done, but, obviously, that was silly. It had been a while ago now, and if she’d known who did it, surely she would have filed charges or something.

“Sorry!” Cali waved, trying to make it sound as light as she could, to drain out all the subtext she was feeling. “I was just admiring your decorations!”

“Oh, that’s all right,” the woman smiled. “Why don’t you come on in?”

“No,” Cali shook her head. “I don’t want to disturb you… And I should get going…”

“I insist,” she said. “I’d love to have someone to share a Christmas toddy with.”

Cali couldn’t get a good read on the woman… She seemed young, although, at times, from the right angle, she appeared much older, and she’d certainly never heard anyone close to her age reference a ‘Christmas toddy.’ She felt like something was wrong, but, before she could put her finger on it, the woman was beside her, hand closing around her wrist, and then… Everything changed.

 

The Twins – Chapter 14

The investors could wait; once they found out what she had for them, they wouldn’t mind, she was certain of that. This could, and, no doubt, would, change the world… But her accomplishment would always be tainted, unless she hid the way she’d discovered it worked.

She had release forms made up for various, older projects, so it wouldn’t be that hard to edit them, put in the information for this experiment, and change the dates. In the end, Emily would probably thank her… She was a part of history now. And, after a day enrolled in her own nursery, Natalie felt as though chances were good she’d realize how much reform was needed, how seeing things from the perspective of a little would change the way she went about her job.

Emily might even be willing to sign the form on her own, after today… If it weren’t for the investors waiting, Natalie perhaps would have given her a chance. It was probably better this way, though… It might take more than one day, and, this way, Emily wouldn’t be able to hold it over her head in the future, to use her own knowledge that she hadn’t signed the forms herself as leverage. Now, she wouldn’t even know there was a form at all, until Natalie thought she needed to.

“Perfect,” she nodded, scanning over the document on her monitor, printing it off and reading it again. All it needed now was Emily’s signature, and it would all look legal, and perfect, and if the investors seemed like they were open for this sort of thing, she could pull it out, tell them what she’d done, maybe take them to visit Emily if they needed more proof.

If she could just find a pen… She’d thought there was one sitting on her desk, but she couldn’t find it now. Frowning, she pulled open the drawers, one by one, searching, finally grabbing one and straightening back up with a grin, only to find a trio of figures standing on the other side, watching her.

“Oh!” she flinched, heart pounding. It had been all along, she realized, while she did her work…. Only now, as it attempted to speed up even more, did she notice. “I-I’m sorry, it isn’t really safe for you to be in here… If you’d just wait in the…”

“Yes, that’s what your little friend told us,” the leader, an Amazon woman, smirked. “Don’t worry, I’m sure we can handle ourselves.”

So it was the investors, she assumed… They were dressed nicely, although, from their vibe, she never would have guessed that. They made her uncomfortable, in a weird way; there was the woman, and two men, all Amazons, standing there, staring menacingly… She might as well have waited on the consent form, she told herself, because there was no way she was going to bring her project up with them.

“I still need you to wait outside,” she told them. “I’ll be right with you.”

“Oh? Do you have some important work to do?” the woman asked, her tone taking on a mocking quality.

“Yes, in fact,” Natalie glared defensively, “I do.”

“Work like this?” the woman slammed down a manila folder onto Natalie’s desk, flipping it open to reveal a grainy picture of her and Emily, that looked like it had been taken by a security camera. They were sitting at the restaurant, chatting. The woman made sure Natalie got a good look at it, then flipped to the next one, with Emily now much smaller, diapered, sitting in the high chair.

Natalie gulped, mind racing. “Wh-Why do you have a picture of me and my niece?” she lied, the best she could.

“We all know that isn’t your niece,” the woman shook her head. “This thing you’ve made is dangerous… We can’t allow it to get out. We hoped to talk to you, to make you understand that, but you wouldn’t come out to see us… I guess you don’t want to cooperate.” She reached over the desk, turning the consent form around, smirking. “How nice of you to volunteer yourself….”

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“Come along, little ones, we have a special treat for you all,” Miss Lora announced, making Emily look up from her dollies. She was feeling bashful, but the promise of a treat was nice… And Miss Lora was a grown-up, and she knew good girls did what grown-ups told them to do.

She blushed, feeling her diaper drooping heavily between her legs as she toddled over to the line forming, blending right in… For a few seconds, anyway. “Why, hello, there, Emily,” Kiera smiled down at her. “Someone needs a change, don’t they?”

Emily knew it wasn’t her place to ask for a clean diaper, no matter how much she might want one… She wasn’t really doing that, though. She was just agreeing with a big girl. “Uh-huh,” she nodded.

“Well, it’s too bad it isn’t time for that,” Kiera smirked. “We can do that later. And I don’t even have to check your band… I know quite well you need to be spoon-fed.” She plucked Emily up, carrying her to the front of the line, setting her down in one of the high chairs, barely suppressing a smirk when she saw the tiny woman’s nose wrinkle before locking the tray in place.

Emily squirmed, staring down at the kids beneath her, trying to see what was going on. The workers were handing out snacks… Snacks, she realized after a long moment, that she’d been testing out the previous day. She trusted the workers here enough that she’d asked them to try them, too, and report back on their findings… And she definitely couldn’t stop it now.

Kiera returned with a package of chocolate pudding and a plastic spoon, gleefully filling the latter up, pushing it into the girl’s mouth. Instantly, Emily realized why all the kids who had tried it hated it; she’d thought they were being picky, but it truly tasted awful, strange and chalky… Almost like she could taste the drugs in it, designed to prime the childrens’ systems so they’d go through her diapers even faster, and need to buy more of them, while also hopefully getting them addicted to the taste of the snacks so they’d keep buying those.

She’d really need to work on the taste for that to happen… Although, at the moment, that didn’t matter. She had no choice other than to keep swallowing, Kiera constantly ready with another spoonful before she’d finished choking down the previous. And, just when she thought it was nearly over, the worker declared, “Since you liked that so much, I’ll go get you another!”

Emily did finally get a clean diaper after that, but she knew it wouldn’t last long… She started to toddle back to her little corner when she heard another voice behind her. “Emily,” Miss Lora said, making her shrunken former boss spin around, blushing. “We have another new client today, and I thought the two of you could keep each other company.”

Emily stared up into her arms, eyes widening when she saw who was there, being lowered down onto the floor beside her. “Well, look at that,” Lora mused, turning from one girl to the next. “If it wasn’t for your hair,” she reached out, touched Emily’s dyed hair, “you could be twins.”

Emily’s eyes darted towards her sister – or, she had to assume it was her, anyway, although she had no idea how, or why – then, at last, built up the courage to tell the truth. “We are twins!” she exclaimed. “You remember, I told you I was a twin?

“You told me no such thing,” Lora shook her head. “If you were twins, why wouldn’t your Mommy have brought you in together?”

“No,” Emily whined. “It’s me, Emily! I run this place!”

“Of course you do,” Lora told her patronizingly.

“I do!” Emily stomped her foot. “I started it! You’ve worked for me for years!”

Lora smirked, looking her up and down. “I’m nowhere near desperate enough to work for someone still in diapers.”

“I’m not!” Emily insisted. “I-I mean, I wasn’t until yesterday, a-and I don’t need them, and…”

“Then why are you using them?” Lora asked.

“I’m not!” Emily glared. It was such a silly lie for her to tell, so easily disproved… Why would Lora even say it?! And then the woman reached down, giving the seat of Emily’s diaper a pat. The woman gasped, feeling a thick mushiness there, her cheeks growing red as she noticed how much of it there was, how it was still expanding… Naomi and Oliver would be so proud of her… They’d told her it was pointless to try and hold it, and, apparently, she’d taken that to heart already, without realizing… “I-I don’t… I-I’m not…”

“You’re not a big girl,” Lora finished for her. “And the sooner you accept that, the better off you’ll be. I’ll leave you here with your new friend to finish up, and I’ll be back to change you before naptime… If you behave yourself until then.”

Emily watched her go, stomach churning, and pushing. Lora didn’t recognize her, didn’t believe her… And she couldn’t really blame her. “Natalie!” she hissed, turning back towards her. “I’m really sorry, okay? You have to undo this! I-I don’t know why you made yourself small, too, but you have to know how to reverse it, right? You wouldn’t have used it on yourself if you didn’t…”

Natalie stared at her, eyes blank, a little drool dribbling down the corner of her mouth. Emily gulped, feeling unnerved at the sight of her. The diaper peeking out beneath her short, yellow dress was clearly wet. “Nat?” she asked, reaching out, giving her shoulder a little shake. Her face scrunched up, and she began to wail.

“Emily!” Lora scolded, marching back over. “What did you do to her?!”

“I-I didn’t do…” Emily protested.

“All right, into the corner,” Lora pointed to the hard, wooden time-out stool. “Between this and your stories, I think you’ve earned some time there.”

Emily wanted to fight it, to say no, but she knew that would just extend the time she had to sit there in her stinky diaper. She looked over her shoulder as she was led to it, searching for any sign that Natalie was faking it, that her old, intelligent self was there, waiting, ready to get them out of this, to make them big again, the way they were meant to be…

There was nothing. However she’d shrank, whoever had done it to her, had taken more than her size. Emily swallowed as she was picked up, sat down on the stool, her bottom sinking into the sticky mush. While it seemed appropriate for her sister to be small, too, she didn’t want this… Especially not now, with both of them little, with nobody else in the world even knowing where to start when it came to reversing a drug most of them had no idea existed at all.

There was nobody to pick them up now, either… They’d be stuck at the daycare, and, when they tried to call the contact number on Emily’s file, they’d get Natalie’s phone, which she doubted anyone would be picking up, since Natalie was with her. Perhaps whoever had brought Natalie in had left their number… But, somehow, Emily didn’t think so.

Who was going to believe Emily’s story? Lora hadn’t… Why would anyone else? They’d see the two of them, assume Natalie was a bit slow – which, for someone as small as her, was hardly a big deal – and Emily had a big imagination. She had no doubt they’d get adopted, when the ‘parents’ on their files were nowhere to be found… There were always people looking for littles to care for, and plenty of them would love to have twins.

“But I’m not a little girl!” Emily whined, crossing her arms and kicking her legs, sniffling. Unfortunately, that wasn’t true anymore… And, judging by the state of her sister, it probably never would be again.

 

The End

 

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The Twins – Chapter 13

The more she thought about it, sucking on her thumb obediently, the more obvious the choice was, really. She did want to be a good girl… That was what Naomi and Oliver expected of her, after all, and she’d hate to disappoint them.

Naomi and Oliver would also want her to go make friends, but she was feeling a little too bashful for that. There were plenty of groups forming, around the dollhouses, and the blocks, and all the best toys… She could have gone, introduced herself, sat down and played with them. She wasn’t quite ready for that, especially with what she knew was about to happen, so she went to the toybox to find something she could entertain herself with while she waited for the inevitable.

Unfortunately, while she was watching Naomi and Oliver, and then debating with herself, she’d missed her chance for much of anything, apparently. The box was normally overflowing; now, there were just a few things, scattered across the bottom, likely broken, or too boring and babyish for even her clients.

Even so, there was something there that caught her eye, one of the very first toys she could remember buying for the daycare, way back when. It was a See ‘n’ Say, in the shape of a barn, the handle to send the wheel of animals in the middle a smiling sun. Why didn’t any of these babies want it? It was bright red, and cheery… They were probably just too silly to realize how fun it could be.

She reached in, bending over, but her arms weren’t quite long enough to reach the bottom of the box on their own. She got up on her Mary Jane-clad tip-toes, stretching further, wincing as the edge of the box dug into her tummy, and she felt the squishy spot in her diaper growing slightly. Was this it? She squirmed, blushing, despite knowing this was what a good girl ought to do, hesitant to give in, to completely allow herself to…

“Do you need some help?”

Emily straightened up, blushing, then immediately lowered her head, her heart pounding when she saw Lora standing behind her, having been moments away from getting quite a show, as the smaller woman struggled to stop herself from putting one on now. “I-I was…” she mumbled quietly, a tiny part of her wanting to change her mind, to try again to be taken to the potty… She’d come to her decision, however, and, since her diaper was surely looking even worse now, she very much doubted Lora would deem her worthy of that.

She could have chosen that moment to tell her the truth, to see if the woman recognized her… But she didn’t dare do that, either. She was feeling tiny and vulnerable enough; hearing Lora potentially laugh in her face and say it was impossible that she was her boss would have made matters even worse.

“What were you trying to get?” Lora asked gently, peering into the box. “Did you want this?” She plucked up a jack in the box, the lid flopping loosely, the clown inside peeking out slightly already, clearly having been wound and sprunt a few times too many. Emily shook her head.

“I want that,” she pointed at the See ‘n’ Say.

“Oh, of course,” Lora nodded, setting the jack in the box down and picking that up, though, when Emily reached for it, she whisked it out of arm’s length again. “What do we say, young lady?”

“Please?” Emily pouted.

“Very good,” Lora patted her on the head. “Do you really need this, though? You look like a big girl… I bet you already know what all these animals say! Let’s see… What about the cow?”

Emily fidgeted, just wanting to get her toy, get away from Lora, and have her privacy. Walking away now would be rude, however… And Natalie had given the daycare full permission to punish her for anything they wanted, any way they felt was appropriate. Most workers probably wouldn’t have minded that much… Lora, on the other hand, she was afraid might take that rudeness as an excuse to teach her a lesson. “Moo,” she answered finally.

“Very good!” Lora smiled. “What about…. this?”

She pointed to an owl. Emily squirmed, blushing as she let out a feeble, “Hoot hoot,” fighting to stay relatively clean as another cramp hit her. Good girls would have gone right then… Good girls weren’t always standing right in front of one of their former employees, however.

“See? You’re a clever one!” Lora pointed at a picture of a cat. “What about this one?”

Emily knew, of course… It was one of the easier ones. She almost wished Lora had pointed at the bunny instead, because she genuinely didn’t remember what the toy said that sounded like. For the sake of getting away, Emily was willing to give up a little more of her pride – not that there was much left – and shrug. “I dunno,” she claimed, sucking her thumb again to signal the end of the conversation.

“Maybe you do need this, then,” Lora chuckled, handing her the See ‘n’ Say. “Go play, sweetie.”

She sent her off, like any other baby, Emily happy to go, toddling off a few steps before remembering to say, “Thank you!”

It was hard to find a private spot, but, after a bit of searching, she discovered a little alcove, behind a few lonely, oversized stuffed animals, and set the See ‘n’ Say down there, squatting down over it. She wasn’t sure why, really… She’d ‘played’ with it more than enough with Lora, yet now that she was here, alone, she really did want to give it a spin, no matter how infantile it was.

The bunny, she thought. She just wanted to hear what the bunny sounded like. She pulled down on the sun lever, watching the wheel spin around, landing on the turkey instead. She was already a bit grumpy at that… Then, nothing happened. “Hey!” she whined, picking it up and shaking it. “You’re s’posed to make noise!”

Angrily, she tossed it on the ground, which was, she realized, probably how it had gotten broken in the first place, from clients annoyed that it didn’t hit what they wanted, or just carelessness after they got bored with it. She was fitting right in here… And, as if to prove it, she felt another cramp, and, without thinking, started to push.

It was what a good girl ought to do, after all, and, now that she was alone, there was no reason not to. The squat she’d automatically settled into, without realizing it, made it all the easier, and, for a brief moment, she was content, feeling her thick padding starting to fill around her bottom.

Then her senses returned. “No!” she gasped, hands clamping to the seat of her diaper, feeling the mushy mass already there, continuing to grow and shift. What was wrong with her?! She was an adult! She shouldn’t be doing this! She fought to stop it, to halt the flow, but this time, there was no going back… She tried to sit, to use the floor to stop it, only to find not even that was enough. She was going to do this… She was going to mess her diaper, and there was nothing she could do.

“Oh, no,” she whimpered, staring down at herself, at the bulky garment between her legs, growing bigger before her eyes. Everyone was going to be able to tell… There was no way she could hide it with just her shirt! Everyone, from the workers to the other kids, would know right away what she had done, that she deserved to be in diapers, and that she’d surely earned that shirt herself.

That might mean she’d get a change sooner, and yet… She’d designed her diapers to take a lot of abuse, to not need to be changed right away. The workers might just decide she would be fine, toddling around in her dirty diaper… And there was nothing she could do about it. She could beg, and plead, but, until they said it was time, she was trapped in her mushy, stinky prison. The line from Naomi and Oliver had already dwindled down, so she couldn’t even hop into it.

She’d completed her look… There was no denying, if she could see herself now, that she’d assume she was just another one of the littles. Nobody would believe she was a grown-up, that she was THE Emily who had founded this chain of daycares… They wouldn’t even believe she could make it to the potty on time.

And… That really wasn’t going to be an option. She’d had one chance, one opportunity to prove she didn’t deserve to be in diapers, and she was in the process of failing it quite thoroughly She was never getting her panties back… She wouldn’t even get her trainers back. She was a little, helpless diaper-filling baby through and through… And there was nothing she could do about it.

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It had been a stressful day for Natalie, too. As much as she wanted to tell her colleagues all about her success, to celebrate the culmination of all her work, she really couldn’t… After all, she’d hardly followed the correct procedures. It wasn’t her fault, not totally… If Emily hadn’t been such a brat, they never would have had that struggle, and she wouldn’t have gotten stuck with the syringe… But, in the end, it had been irresponsible of her to brag about it to her sister in the first place, especially in public.

The drug wasn’t ready for human test subjects, voluntary or not – and Emily had hardly been that – and she knew that would taint her findings, if anyone were to find out. She’d have to keep it a secret, somehow… Make sure nobody found out that her new daughter was, in fact, her twin sister.

She couldn’t help chuckling, thinking of Emily stuck in her own daycare, being treated like she’d allowed so many littles to be treated, and had treated quite a few herself. It served her right… She did feel a tiny bit of sympathy for her, just because she was still her sister, of course, but honestly… If anyone deserved it, it was Emily.

If only she could ‘prove’ Emily had agreed to help her out… She might still get a bit of flack for moving to human trials so quickly, but as long as the test subject had said yes, and knew all the dangers, that would smooth over a lot. She’d told Emily about it at the restaurant, so it was partially true… And the moment she’d tried to snatch it away, to steal it, in Natalie’s mind, she’d accepted any consequences that action might bring.

It would serve her right, really… She’d been the face of her daycare for years; now, she could be the face of a movement to prove size wasn’t everything. Everything would have to look perfect, in case anyone decided to investigate, since Natalie didn’t trust Emily not to blab… They were twins, however, and while their handwriting wasn’t identical, it was similar enough… They’d learned it together, after all, and, in their younger years, they’d practiced each others’ signatures, in case they wanted to play a prank and switch places with one another for a day, which they’d never wound up doing.

Natalie was pretty sure she still remembered how to do Emily’s signature, though. It might have changed a bit over the years… But, perhaps, it would be close enough. If she doctored up a release, signed her sister’s name to it, then she could tell everyone after all, get the recognition she deserved…

“Natalie?”

Natalie looked up from her desk to see one of the other scientists, Ruth, who worked with her, poking her head in the door. “Yeah?”

“You have some investors to see you,” Ruth told her. “They thought I was a secretary or something… They wouldn’t take no for an answer, so I took them to the conference room.”

“I’m sorry about that,” Natalie smiled at her. Ruth was a ‘tweener, but Amazons could be quite cruel to them, too… She’d made this drug for people like Ruth, too, she reminded herself. “I don’t have any investors right now, though… Are you sure they didn’t mean someone else?”

“They said you,” Ruth shrugged. “They seemed awfully impatient.”

Natalie nodded, frowning. They could be people who were familiar with her earlier work… Money was always useful to have, although, once she went public with this, she had a feeling she wouldn’t have any issues finding it. There were still tests to be done, and getting approval would take time, but as soon as she had the release manufactured, she could make an announcement, at least…

“I’m kind of in the middle of something,” Natalie told Ruth. “Would you…?”

“No way,” Ruth shook her head. “They kinda scare me, Nat… I’m not saying you should handle it just because you’re an Amazon, but…” she shrugged. “They are here to talk to you…”

“I understand,” Natalie nodded, even though she did feel a bit frustrated with the girl. Smaller people did deserve equal rights… At the same time, there were instances where they really did earn their reputations. “I’ll handle it.”

She watched Ruth slink away, pondering for a moment. She had no idea who the investors were, but it might not be a bad idea to talk to them, and at least get them out of there… Then again, the sooner she had ‘Emily’s’ document created, the better she’d feel. Maybe she could even use it in negotiations with these investors, if they stuck around long enough… But which should she do?

Should she…

Forge a fake release, claiming Emily had agreed to test the drug?

Or go speak to the investors right away?

 

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The Twins – Chapter 12

Emily knew she shouldn’t do it, that it was a very bad idea… But her Mary Janes were moving on their own, almost, and, as she got closer to the room, and saw the DVD menu on the screen, with Naomi and Oliver standing there, waving at her… She couldn’t help herself.

“You coming in, cutie?” the worker asked, seeing her approach.

“Uh-huh,” she nodded, giggling despite herself as the worker gave her a pat on the padded bottom.

“Go on, then,” the woman urged. “You don’t want everyone to have to wait on you, do you?”

They should be waiting on her, Emily thought, looking around at her companions, all the littles sitting there in their diapers, most peeking out from over shorts or under dresses, although few were quite as on display as her own. She should be in charge, with them all looking to her for what to do, totally at her mercy… Instead, they barely glanced up as she toddled in, seeing her as one of their own, and nothing more.

“Go on,” the worker gently pushed Emily down onto her diapered rear, both her clothes and the floor crinkling as they connected. The whole floor was covered in play mats, since they’d found the kids tended to have even more problems making it to the potty on time while they were watching the TV. Emily had always assumed that was because they were too lazy to get up and ask, or too immature to want to leave behind whatever they were watching. Now, she was pretty sure there was more to it… And she was about to find out, first-hand.

“Can you see all right from there?” the worker asked. Emily squirmed, glancing back towards the door, knowing she really ought to get up now, leave, change her mind… But her eyes were drawn back to the screen, back to her two friends, so happy to see her again… Without realizing, her thumb slowly inched its way back to her mouth as she stared, waiting impatiently for the show to start. “I guess so,” the woman shrugged. “All right, kids, remember, only one episode in the morning, and if you make a fuss once it’s over, you won’t be allowed to watch any this afternoon.”

A series of groans erupted from the audience, making Emily very glad none of them knew it was her who had come up with that rule. The littles would gladly spend all day watching if they could… Emily had thought it was better to limit it, make them play with the other children, get a bit of exercise, maybe even some fresh air if the weather was nice enough for them to go outside on the playground.

“That’s exactly the kind of attitude that loses you your TV time,” the worker warned them. “Should I just turn this off now?”

“Yes!” Emily mumbled from behind her thumb, not realizing she’d said it out loud until she felt a room full of eyes turning towards her, the way she’d been so happy to have avoided moments earlier. She fidgeted, wishing she had her dress again, knowing it was long enough that she could pull it up, hide her face, without it riding up and showing off more than she wanted anyone here to see.

“I-I mean no!” she corrected, taking out her thumb to explain herself. “S-Sowwy, I get those confuzzled sometimes.” She felt dirty, playing a silly, dumb baby, while surrounded by littles, but she didn’t want to start her time here by making this many enemies at once. “I want Naomi and Olivew!”

“You’ll get them,” the worker shook her head. “Honestly, I’ll never understand why you babies like this so much.” She patted Emily on the head, making it clear she was one of the babies, as she walked back through the crowd, turning on the episode as she reached the door, pocketing the remote, probably so none of them would try to get a hold of it and put on the next episode if this one ended before a caretaker came in to shoo them out into the main playroom.

“Hi, there, babies!” Oliver exclaimed, popping up on the screen, waving. Instantly, Emily’s thumb was in her mouth again, and, this time, she started sucking on it eagerly, her other hand cheerfully waving back at the cartoon character. “It’s great to see you all!”

“Are you ready to go on an adventure?” Naomi asked, popping in from the other side of the screen, beckoning them into the swirling whirlwind that started the opening theme song. She’d seen that bit of a show hundreds of times, when putting it on for clients… Now, however, she felt herself being drawn into the spinning design, falling, her waving hand slamming down on the ground in front of her because she felt so dizzy, even as her mouth began to sing along to the music, on its own.

She didn’t have anything to distract herself with this time, and her will to look away was weaker than ever, after having stared at the poster in her room so long… She watched, sucking away at her thumb, feeling like the bright colors were pulling her in, putting her right there with Naomi and Oliver, like they were talking to her, and only her.

“You’re all wearing your diapers, aren’t you?” Oliver asked, and Emily proudly nodded, giving hers a pat.

“Of course they are!” Naomi replied. “They’re all good little boys and girls, aren’t you?”

Dimly, Emily could hear a chorus of agreements all around her, but the only one that really sank in was her own. “I am!” she squealed, wiggling happily. “I’m the best little girl!”

“I’m so glad to hear that,” Oliver told them. “Because someone hasn’t been a good girl.”

Immediately, Emily’s eyes started to grow, glancing down at herself to see what she’d done wrong, positive they were speaking about her. Did they know what she’d said before the episode had started?! The adult part of her mind knew how stupid that was, yet that section of her brain was getting fuzzier, more distant, the longer she stared at the screen.

“Ollie!” Naomi stomped her foot, pouting. “You weren’t supposed to tell them that!”

Emily let out a sigh of relief; it wasn’t her after all. “I’m sorry, Naomi,” Oliver shrugged. “But you’re acting so weird! Let’s see what they think!” He turned towards the screen. “It’s awfully silly to wear diapers if you aren’t going to use them, isn’t it?”

Emily stayed silent, while the rest of the audience replied, “Yeah!” She blushed, squirming, feeling even more like she was part of the show, and not simply a watcher, like they were talking about her, not Naomi. She didn’t want to use her diapers… If she did, she’d never get out of them… But a good little girl wouldn’t hesitate, would she? And she didn’t want her friends, Naomi and Oliver, to think she was naughty…

“I know,” Naomi nodded, blushing. “It’s scary sometimes, though! I never know when Mommy or Daddy will be able to change me, and bothering them to ask them to is such a naughty thing to do! I’d never try to take off my diapers, because that’s just about the naughtiest thing I can think of… But I don’t want to be stuck in a poopy diapie for a long time!”

Emily nibbled on her thumb, the sensation of being a part of this growing still more. She had to go poopy, too! Her tummy was all rumbly, and thinking about waddling around the daycare with a stinky diaper was so embarrassing, even if she forgot about how doing that meant Mommy would make her use them full time from then on, once she got the status report from the grown-ups at daycare.

“It isn’t that bad!” Oliver promised. “Here, let me show you!”

Emily followed along eagerly, mimicking the squatting stance Oliver helped Naomi get into, mindlessly starting to push when Naomi did the same. When she saw the lump forming in Naomi’s diaper, however, and felt a sticky ickiness in her own, she stopped herself, horrified, plopping her bottom down on the floor desperately, the show finally pushing her too far, letting her adult mind take back over.

She wrinkled her nose, feeling what she’d done. It wasn’t awful… It wasn’t great, either. It obviously wasn’t an all-out accident, and she didn’t think anyone would call it one, but it would definitely be visible to anyone who checked her… And, it was going to make it much harder for her to convince any of the workers she deserved to use the potty, especially when combined with the diaper she was wearing, and the shirt that made it look like she’d already had an accident. If it came down to her, and kids in Pull-Ups… Well, she probably would choose the other kids, herself.

But Naomi looked so happy, bouncing around in her messy diaper… Emily caught her body pushing again, trying to be like her friend, the messy patch growing slightly before she could stop herself. She really hoped the episode was almost over… If this kept up, it wouldn’t be long until she went too far, and completely filled her diapie, just like Naomi, her bestest friend, who was having much a good time…

“All right, everyone, that’s it!” the worker announced, clicking the show off as the ending credits began to play, then sniffing the air. “Smells like someone needs a change… Or, a lot of someones. You don’t like to make things easy on us, do you, babies?” she teased. “Guess your morning oatmeal did its job… All right, everyone who needs a fresh diaper, line up behind me, and we’ll go get started! Everyone else, go play!”

Emily automatically stumbled towards the worker as she stood up, slurping on her thumb, before she thought better of it. That was for changes only… If she asked for a potty there when she reached the head of the line, they’d, at best, send her to find another worker… At worst, they’d tell her to just finish going so they could change her, not caring about her potty training, simply wanting to get all their charges in clean diapers as quickly as possible.

She shuffled out of the room, into the main playroom, whimpering as she felt a cramp, her bowels, after all the close calls she’d put herself through, ready to empty themselves at any moment. She knew she was lucky she hadn’t seen more of the movie, since, if her conditioning had been any worse, she likely wouldn’t have made it through that episode without letting go…

In the moment, however, in the middle of her own daycare, moments away from pooping her pants, it was hard to feel particularly lucky, especially as the effects of the show slowly started to fade, and more of her adult mind returned, so much more aware of how mortifying the situation was.

She looked around, groaning behind her thumb, squirming desperately, knowing she was only going to get one shot at this now. She had to figure out who to ask, who might be willing to take her to the potty… Knowing, if she wasn’t fast enough, there was a chance she might, instead, be deciding who she wound up messing herself in front of.

Lora was standing there, arms folded, watching over all the kids like a hawk. Emily still hadn’t tried to tell the woman who she really was… Was this the way she wanted to do it? While she was on the verge of filling her diaper if it took too long to convince her of her true identity? Would witnessing that keep Lora from believing her, since it was already such a crazy thing?

Kiera was around as well, kneeling down near some other kids, solving a dispute. It seemed as though she were nearly done, so hopefully she’d be alone by the time Emily toddled up to her. The ‘tweener surely wasn’t still mad at Emily for her getting in trouble with Lora… Was she? Kiera had seen her chart already, knew she was supposed to be in potty training, so there wouldn’t be much explanation required to have her rush Emily to the potty… Unless she decided Emily didn’t deserve it.

Or… There was the line. It was still pretty long, full of kids who were much better at playing with their friends Naomi and Oliver, who had already used their diapers along with the characters. If she got in the back of the line, by the time she reached the front, she’d almost definitely be ready for a fresh diaper. She would absolutely be resigning to her fate then, however, with no shot at all of the workers there getting her to a potty if she did make it.

And, of course, there was one other option. The line, really, was for boys and girls who had already gone poopy… She’d be breaking the rules if she got in now, and that wasn’t what a good girl would do. A good girl would go play, and let her body do its work there, and wait for a grown-up to discover and change it; good girls didn’t bother adults with that sort of thing, they just stayed in their dirty diapers as long as it took. Naomi had learned that today, and Emily had been right there with her, listening, absorbing, probably more than she would have liked to admit.

She sucked on her thumb, overwhelmed with options, and the knowledge that she had to pick one right now. What was she going to do?! Would she…

Get back in the changing line, and mess herself there?

Go to Lora to explain her situation?

Go to Kiera for help, if she wasn’t still mad at her?

Or go play and be a good girl, instead of breaking the rules, or bothering the grown-ups, who have much more important things to worry about?

 

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