CYOA - All I Want For Christmas - Chapter 2 (Story) (Patreon)

What was she thinking? Joanna shook her head at herself, feeling a little guilty, even though she hadn't actually done anything. Carol was clearly really looking forward to this... Why would she want to run the risk of ruining it for her?

"Oh, good, you're back," Carol smiled, stepping out of the bathroom. Joanna couldn't help staring at her, her own cheeks turning red at the sight of her friend, someone she'd always considered so beautiful and mature, dressed as she was. There was no trace of the powerful, well-to-do lawyer that had brought Joanna here... In her place was a naughty schoolgirl, her Peter Pan collared shirt unbuttoned enough to show off the top of her lacy, black bra, her red, plaid skirt short enough to leave the happy bunnies frolicking across the front of the bulky diaper she was wearing on nearly full display. She wasn't even wearing heels, for perhaps the first time since Joanna had met her, although she was still a good bit taller than Joanna in flat, black Mary Janes over top of perfectly white knee-high socks.

"It's a lot to take in, huh?" Carol smirked, seeing Joanna gawking at her, giving a spin. 

"Yeah," Joanna agreed, without thinking. "N-Not that there's anything wrong with it! I-I just..."

"No, it's fine," Carol assured her. "Have you decided what you're going to do yet?"

Joanna blushed. She wasn't sure why, exactly, she said it, if she was feeling guilty for almost switching wristbands, if her encounter with Bobbie had convinced her, or if she simply wanted to give it a shot, since that was what Carol wanted, but she chose, "I-I'll try out the diapers."

"Awesome!" Carol beamed, sweeping over, giving her a big hug. "Thank you so much, Jo! You have no idea how much this means to me!"

"I-I'm not sure I want to wear..." Joanna looked to Carol's outfit, its flaunting of the infantile padding. 

"You don't have to," Carol told her. "I'm sure we'll find you something that will suit you better... But for now..." She stepped over to the changing table, sorting through the stacks of diapers there. "You could match with me," she held up another one of the bunny diapers, "or there's pink, or purple, plain white, some with kittens..."

"Umm... P-Pink is fine," Joanna could hardly believe there were that many choices... Then again, if there were enough people into this to support this kind of a place, she supposed it made sense. 

"Good choice," Carol nodded. "Now, get out of that robe and hop up here." She gave the changing table a pat, Joanna's cheeks quickly matching the color of the diaper she was about to wear as she heard the soft crinkling it made.

"I-I don't..." Joanna pulled her robe a little tighter, blushing deeper at the idea of Carol seeing her naked, putting her into a diaper.

"Do you know how to do it yourself?" Carol asked, and Joanna had to shake her head. "It'll be easier for me to handle it, then."

Joanna couldn't argue with that, so she reluctantly slipped out of the robe, setting it down on her bed, walking over to her friend, feeling so much smaller and more helpless than her, despite the way the other woman was dressed. Carol unfolded the diaper, laying it out on the table, then held out her hand. "Come on," she said gently. "Up you go!"

There was a small step-stool in front of the table, allowing Joanna to take Carol's hand and climb shakily onto it, then seat herself, her stomach starting to roil as she felt the poofy padding under her backside, her body sinking slightly into it. "Go on," Carol urged. "Swing your legs up!"

Joanna did as she was told, lifting her feet off the step, twisting, lying down flat on the table, hearing crackles and rustles all around her as she moved, both from the table itself, and the diaper, not to mention Carol's own diaper as she bustled about, getting out powder and lotion and oil, using them all before tugging the diaper up between her friend's legs. "Oh!" Joanna wasn't able to stop herself, feeling the true thickness of the diaper as it pushed her thighs aside. Experimentally, she squeezed them back together, but they'd only go so far, the padding refusing the budge all the way.

"Gotta get it nice and snug!" Carol cooed, pulling the sides up, taping them tightly into place, putting Joanna into her first diaper in decades. She blushed, sitting up, feeling the bulk follow her every move, staring down at herself in shock. This was not at all where she'd thought the day was going to go, and yet... Here she was. "I knew it! You are so adorable!" Carol exclaimed. "I could just eat you up!"

She lunged forward, tickling Joanna's exposed tummy, the smaller woman giggling and squirming, trying to escape, to no avail. "St-Stop!" she laughed. "Y-You're gonna make me pee my pants!"

"That's what they're there for," Carol reminded her, giving Joanna's diaper a pat.

"W-Wait... I-I'm supposed to use them?" Joanna paled. Somehow, that part hadn't occurred to her until now.

"Well, yeah," Carol said. "Didn't you look in the bathroom? Maybe you ought to go do that." She helped Joanna down off the changing table, sending her across the room with a swat to the diaper, Joanna squeaking and glaring back at her with a playful pout, though, through the padding, she'd barely felt it. Walking was surprisingly difficult, the diaper forcing her to waddle, no matter what she did, as she made her way to the door she'd seen Carol come out of, opening it and looking inside.

Sure enough, there were no toilets to be found. Otherwise, it seemed totally normal, with a pair of sinks, a shower, and a separate, giant bathtub, more than big enough for both her and Carol to sit in at the same time, if they wanted. But there wasn't even a trace of what Joanna would have considered the most important thing.

She paused, seeing herself in the mirror, blushing at the sight. There she was, completely naked, except for her wristband, and a big, pink diaper... One she'd been able to accept the idea of wearing, sure, but using? She shivered, horrified at the very thought.

"I-I don't know about this, Carol," she said, turning back, finding her friend digging through the closet by Joanna's bed, taking out onesies, babydoll dresses, rompers. "I-I don't wanna be a spoilsport, but..."

"I'm just teasing," Carol smiled. "They have toilets, of course! There's supposed to be one on every floor, I think. Don't worry, you can use those if you want. Now, what do you want to wear?"

Joanna didn't love the idea of having to go out and use a public bathroom if she needed to go in the middle of the night, but she'd lived with it when she was in a dorm at college... She could deal with it now, too. "I'm not sure," she said, toddling closer to her bed, looking at all the ruffles and lace. "I-It's all cute, but..."

"Too much?" Carol asked. "I get it. We could always go with this instead." She pulled a shirt off a hanger, walking over to Joanna and tugging it over her head before Jo could stop her. It was a crop top, stopping well above her belly button, ensuring the entire diaper was visible, and, when Joanna looked down at herself, she saw that it was declaring her 'Mommy's Pampered Princess.' "I'll find you some booties, and you'll be good to go!"

"Carol!" Joanna whined, tugging at the shirt, as if that was going to make it long enough somehow, imagining walking outside like this. Sure, she'd seen plenty of people dressed pretty much the same, but they were actually into this... She was just doing this for Carol! 

"Joking!" Carol raised her hands. "Calm down! I'm not going to make you do that! What do you want to wear, though? We're going to be late at this rate..."

Joanna looked into the closet, spotting something familiar, that felt relatively safe. "How about this?" She reached in, pulling out a pair of shortalls. They looked a lot like the ones Bobbie had been wearing - which made sense, really, they probably used different sizes of the same outfits for everyone - so she knew her diaper bulge would be visible, and the snaps across the crotch would make it obvious what she had on underneath anyway, but at least it put her diaper out of sight.

"Perfect!" Carol beamed. "Let me help you into it!" They got it on, over the diaper and the shirt, Carol finding her some rainbow print socks and velcro sneakers, and the two of them headed out, Carol holding the bashful Joanna's hand as they marched down the hall, to the elevator.

The ground floor was every bit as impressive as the windows had made it seem, with delicious smells wafting from the dining tables in front of the counters, the menus of which, now that she was close enough to read, looked like what she'd find in a fancy restaurant... Although, alongside the filet mignon were things like fish sticks, or baby food. There were a few playgrounds, some with bigger versions of the things she'd expect to find at a nice park, others with full-blown carnival rides. The mannequins had some beautiful clothing draped on them, some seemingly designed the show off diapers, others more normal, closer to what models would wear in a fashion show.

Carol led her past all of that, to a conference room, a digital sign overhead reading 'Orientation'. "Here you go!" she said. "Just scan your wristband! I'll meet you after my class is over."

She stood by, watching, until Joanna pressed her wristband to the scanner and saw the green light, the door swinging open to reveal a room full of people, most dressed quite a bit like they were, along with a few at the front, apparently diaper-free. Joanna waddled in uncertainly, turning to look back at Carol, but, by the time she did, the door had closed again.

"JoJo!" one of the women at the front of the room grinned. "There you are!"

"No," Joanna blushed, feeling everyone turning to stare at her. "I-It's Joanna..."

"Oh, of course," the woman nodded. "Your seat is right over there... Yes, the one with the kitty."

All of the students, mostly women, Jo saw, were seated next to large, stuffed animals, bears, bunnies, dogs, all nearly as big as the person beside them. There was an empty seat next to a cat, and she sat down, glancing over at the toy nervously.

"Wonderful!" the woman smiled. "Now then, we can get started! Welcome, all of you! You're all first-timers, and I know it can all be a bit overwhelming... Which is why you have your friends! They're here just for you, so you can take them with you at the end of orientation, or we can have them sent up to your rooms, whichever you wish! Now... Does anyone know about the gold star system we have here?"

Joanna frowned, looking around the room, glad to see everyone else seemed just as confused. "That's okay!" the woman assured them. "That's why you're all here, to learn! As you know, everything here is free... But not everything is free to everyone. I'm very happy to see all of you decided to wear diapers, because that's enough to get you all your first gold star!"

A chorus of chimes rang out, from, Joanna realized after hearing her own, so close to her, the wristbands. "Great job, everyone!" the woman clapped for them, the rest of the 'adults' at the front of the room joining in. "You can earn a total of three stars, and that's what you'll need to get the finest things we have to offer."

"Wait," a girl a few seats over from Joanna spoke up, pouting, her hair tied up in ribbons, her bright yellow dress barely any longer than the shirt under Joanna's shortalls. "We paid all this money to come here, and we still have to jump through hoops to...?!"

"Now, now, Patricia," the woman said, "there's no need to fret! In fact, I bet you've already earned yourself a second star! Your diaper was looking soggy when you came in..."

Patricia blushed, but only slightly, not nearly as much as Jo would have if she'd been called out like that. "Well, yeah," she admitted. "That's what we're here for, isn't it?"

There was another chime, only one this time, from the direction of the girl with the wet diaper. "It's as simple as that!" the woman declared. "And the third star is even easier, and more fun, to earn! You'll all be able to earn all of your stars before the end of orientation, if you want! But first, we have a visitor to help demonstrate how you can all be the sweetest little babies possible!"

The door Joanna had come in from opened again, and in walked... Bobbie, dragging an oversized stuffed rabbit, like the ones beside each of the people here. Joanna's eyes widened, both at the sight of someone she actually knew, as unlikely as that seemed here, and also at what she looked like. No longer was she wearing the shortalls Joanna had encountered her in, keeping her diaper obvious, but hidden. Instead, she was wearing the nightie Jo had spotted several people, from the windows and on her way here, in. Hers was pink, short enough to leave most of the matching pink diaper - like the one Joanna herself was in - underneath showing, the rest visible through the sheer fabric, only a thin strip, where the fur at the hem was, blocked from sight. Joanna blushed, looking away from the padding, finding her eyes drawn upwards, to the other patch of fur around the top, extending down into almost a bikini top. It was hard to judge, since the shortalls weren't the most flattering garment, but Bobbie's breasts almost looked a good bit larger in this, though certainly far better, either way.

Behind her followed a man, her boyfriend, Joanna had to assume, wearing a plain black suit, watching bemusedly as Bobbie flounced to the front of the room, giggling, apparently not bothered in the slightest at the way his girlfriend was acting. Of course, he'd brought her here, and was the one into this, but even Jo, who had only met her briefly, couldn't stop her skin from crawling, watching this display, after the talk she'd had. Was this all a show, to make him happy?

"Hi, there, Bobbie!" the woman at the front of the room greeted her. "How are you?"

"I'm sooo good!" Bobbie beamed. 

"I bet you are," the woman chuckled. "Now, Bobbie... Tell me the truth... Are you wet?"

Bobbie giggled. "I'm in my diapies," she said, reaching down, giving them a rub in a way that made Joanna a bit uncomfortable, and pretty sure she meant it in a whole different matter than Patricia had a few minutes earlier. "Of course I'm wet!"

"Of course," the woman smiled. "How silly of me."

"Just look at all these babies!" Bobbie looked at them, waving. "Hi, babies!"

"There's a lot of them, aren't there?" the woman asked. "How many do you think there are?"

Bobbie stared up at her, then back at the audience. "Umm... There's one... Uh..." She held one finger up, counting the first person, then turned to the second. She lifted a second finger, brow furrowed. "Three? Umm..." She tried to count the next, then shook her head. "I dunno!" she shrugged. "Too many to count!"

"I'm glad you tried," the woman told her. "In fact, as a reward, I have a present for you." The woman went to a cabinet at the side of the room, bringing out a cookie jar, opening it up and taking one out, Bobbie's eyes widening, diaper crinkling as she started to bounce in place. "You can only have it if you're a good girl, though."

Without the slightest hesitation, Bobbie's knees bent, her face turning red as she let out a grunt. Jo squeaked, hands raising to her face as she saw the rear of Bobbie's diaper start to expand, to grow, to sag... She couldn't really be... Could she?! As the smell slowly spread through the room, she got her answer, as Bobbie finished with a happy sigh, plopping down on the floor, bouncing again, this time in a messy diaper. She took the cookie, munching away, her bounces changing as she went, until she saw her bunny, sitting beside her, where she'd dropped it when she started to poop her pants.

With her cookie still in one hand, she dragged the bunny down onto the floor with the other, throwing a leg over it, straddling it, and starting to bounce again, to rub, to - to Joanna's horror - hump. It was quite the spectacle, and, as much as she wanted to, Jo couldn't look away, not until Bobbie let out a moan, back arching, then laid down over the bunny, a satisfied smile on her face.

What was going on?! The Bobbie Joanna had talked to had barely been into this, had been doing it for her boyfriend... There was no way she'd have changed her mind that much, that fast... 

"You are a good girl," the woman complimented her. "Thank you so much! It was such a pleasure having you here with us... I can't wait until your Daddy brings you back."

"Daddy!" Bobbie squealed, hopping up at the reminder, dragging her bunny with her as she toddled to her boyfriend, who was watching at the back of the room. "Did I do good?"

"You did so good," he told her. 

She smiled deviously, wiggling her bottom, droopy diaper crinkling. "Can I have buzzies, then?"

"Again?" he chuckled. "Already? You are insatiable!"

"Insay... Insuh... What?" Bobbie giggled. "I don't know what that means!" From the look on her face, Jo was positive that was true, that she wasn't just playing along. "I can't even say it! That's way too big a word, Daddy!"

"That's okay," her Daddy patted her on the head. "We'll see about it after a change, okay?"

"Aww," Bobbie pouted, as she was led away. "But that's no fun, Daddy!"

Joanna's mouth was dry as she watched the door shut on them. What had happened?! That was not the same Bobbie she'd met, not even an hour ago... It was impossible...

"Of course, we don't expect you all to go quite that far," the woman laughed. "Bobbie is one of our most... enthusiastic... visitors. If you can wet your diapers, and show us how much you love your new friends there, though, you'll get your three stars right away! We have bottles ready to help you with the first part."

Joanna scanned the room, glad to see some of the people there looked almost as uncomfortable as her, though Patricia, and quite a few of the others, looked unphased. The people in grown-up clothes fanned around the room, passing out bottles of milk and juice, but Joanna shook her head. "No thanks," she told the woman who came to her, asking which she wanted. "I-I'm not thirsty." It was a lie, yet it was true she had no desire to drink anything from a baby bottle after what she'd seen. "I-I'm happy with one star... I-I think I want to go..."

The woman stared down at her disapprovingly, and, for a long moment, Jo thought she was going to tell her no, that they were going to make her participate. Finally, the woman smiled, said, "Of course. You can leave at any time, JoJo."

"It's not JoJo!" Joanna scrambled to her feet, toddling away, her diaper feeling bigger and bulkier than ever as she stumbled back to the door, scanning her wristband and waiting for it to open so she could get out, gasping for breath as if she'd just run a marathon. 

To her surprise, even though she'd left 'class' so early, by the time she felt ready to move again, Carol was approaching. "Is everything all right?" she asked. "I didn't think you'd be done so soon!"

"No," Joanna sniffed. "C-Carol, I'm sorry, I-I don't think I can..."

"Hey, what's wrong?" her friend asked, kneeling down next to her. "It's okay! Here, why don't we go get something to eat? That'll make you feel better..."

"I-I don't..." Joanna said, seeing Bobbie filling her pants again in her mind, knowing that was the inevitable end of whatever she ate now. Looking around, however, she did see one of the bathrooms that Carol had assured her existed here, even saw a woman, scan a wristband and walk in, proving it wasn't just a prop. 

"Did you see any of it on our way here? It looked good, didn't it?" Jo nodded slowly, allowing Carol to lead her away, over to one of the counters. 

Knowing about the star system now, Joanna saw that the menus were divided into sections, although not the way she would have expected. If the stars were supposed to show how much of a baby someone was, it made sense that the more grown-up meals would be reserved for those at only one, or no, stars. Instead, it was the opposite, the only thing available to her being baby food in various flavors, or oatmeal.

She blushed, looking over at Carol, waiting to see what she was going to order. To her surprise, Carol asked for, "The salmon, please, with green beans and... Oh, mashed potatoes." That was definitely a three star meal, making Joanne wonder if she was mistaken, if she was reading the menu wrong, or if it didn't really matter that much after all.

"I-Is the steak too much?" she pondered. "I don't want to be greedy..."

"Get whatever you want!" Carol encouraged her. "It's all paid for already!"

"All right," Jo nodded, turning to the worker. "Steak, medium well, and a baked potato. And I guess I should get a veggie, huh? Umm... Peas?"

The woman working there nodded, looking down at the pad where Joanna could scan her wristband. She did, then waited nervously for the light. It blinked, and the woman told them, "It'll be right out. If you need any help getting into the chairs, your server will be happy to assist you."

"Help?" Joanna scoffed. "What is she...?"

When she saw the table Carol was leading her to, however, she got her answer. Some of them had normal chairs, while others had only oversized high chairs. Most were a mix of both, although not the one Carol chose. "Do we really have to sit here?" Joanna pouted, having to remind herself that she was doing all of this for Carol. "It's fine," she answered herself. 

One of the servers was over in a flash, helping them up into the chairs, snapping the trays into place, leaving them sippy cups to drink from while they waited for their food. Joanna tried to unscrew the top of hers before giving up, at least glad it wasn't a bottle, like they'd tried to give her at the orientation. 

"So," Carol said, after a moment, "What's wrong? Really? You looked upset... I don't want you to do anything you aren't comfortable with..."

"Well..." Joanna swung her feet, staring down at her tray. Should she tell Carol? She seemed so excited about this place... But seeing the transformation Bobbie had gone through made her very nervous, and Carol deserved to know if there was something shady going on here.

Carol listened to her story, nodding along, sipping at her cup. "That is weird," she admitted. "But I bet Bobbie was that into it the whole time. She saw how confused you looked when you met her the first time and didn't want to overwhelm you..."

"Oh," Joanna mused. "I guess that's possible..."

"Sure, it is!" Carol said. "She wanted to encourage you, so she pretended she was worried about it, and that she'd realized it wasn't so bad." 

Before they could say anything more, the server reappeared, setting down a plate of delicious looking food in front of Carol... And several bowls of mush in front of Joanna. 

"Wait!" Joanna wrinkled her nose. "This isn't what I ordered!"

"No," the server smirked, "but that's what you're able to get at your current gold star level."

"B-But she..." Jo whined, looking at Carol's salmon unhappily. Had Carol already gotten three stars? What had she done in her orientation?! The server was gone before she could continue, leaving her alone with her baby food, and her thoughts, pouting.

"That looks good," Carol teased.

"Yeah, sure," Joanna rolled her eyes. "Do you want some?"

"Oh, I don't know about that," Carol told her. "I don't think they'd like us trying to get around the rules..."

"You're the one who wanted this!" Joanna pointed out. 

"I'm sure it's not that bad," Carol replied. "Besides, you could always earn yourself another gold star..."

Joana's faced burned, remembering Bobbie's display. She didn't have to go that far, though... If she wet herself, she'd get the second star, and the macaroni and cheese and chicken fingers she'd seen on that menu were definitely better than baby food... Her bladder wasn't aching for relief, but she could go, and if her choice was to spend the whole weekend eating mush, or wetting herself once... Would it really be that awful?

She shook her head, looking at Carol's plate again. Just peeing her pants wasn't going to get her that, either way. "I think if we both stretch, we could switch plates... Or bowls... You came all the way here to act like a baby, don't you want to eat like one, too?"

"I'll tell you what," Carol said. "I'll leave it up to you. If you really don't want that, you can have my food, okay? I don't want you to go hungry after I dragged you here."

Joanna didn't want to be stuck eating baby food, of course... Especially after what she'd seen with Bobbie. Carol's explanation made sense, but, at the same time, it hadn't felt like Bobbie was lying when she'd seen her the first time, or that she was acting the second. It felt like something had changed, something that had happened here... Or maybe she was just being paranoid, because all of this was so strange and new to her. She nibbled her bottom lip, staring at the food, and her friend, trying to decide how to react to all this.

Should she...

Believe Carol's theory?

Or try to figure out what really happened to Bobbie?

And, should she...

Switch meals with Carol?

Wet herself to earn another gold star?

Or play along and eat her baby food?