Wonder Woman's Christmas Wish (Patreon)

A Christmas story commission from Mashugana, whose birthday is today! Hope you have a happy birthday!

"Thank you so much," the little girl smiled, Wonder Woman feeling a little swell of pride in her chest, giving her another reminder of why she did this job... Not that it was really even a job. It was her duty.

Duty... It seemed a strange word now. It was her duty that had led to her leaving her place as the Princess of Themyscira, journeying to man's world, and it had been duty that took her back, to save it from the plots of Felix Faust, and Hades... And now, thanks to her following her duty, she could never return to her home. No matter that she had saved her mother, and the rest of the island's inhabitants, from being turned to stone, she'd led the other members of the Justice League - men, of course - to Themyscira, and that was unforgivable. 

"You're very welcome," she told the girl, smiling down at her as she watched her scurry over to her mother, unable to stop the pang of sadness that struck her, knowing that, unless her stubborn mother changed her mind, she wouldn't be able to do that herself ever again. 

"Thank you," the girl's mother echoed. "I hope you have a Merry Christmas."

"You, too," Diana nodded, kneeling down in front of the girl. "I'm sure Santa has lots of nice presents to bring you."

As she headed back to her apartment, however, Diana couldn't help wondering what she was going to do for the holiday herself. Obviously, going to visit home was out of the question, and that was the main thing she wanted to do, the thing she always did this time of year. She could see if could join anyone else from the League, but she didn't want to impose, if they had their own celebrations to go to... Crime, of course, never sleeps, so there would be things to do, criminals to stop... It didn't feel the same, though, doing nothing at all to commemorate the holiday.

Changing into her civilian clothes, she went to buy herself a Christmas tree, something she had never bothered with before. There wasn't time, normally, and she wouldn't be in her apartment on Christmas Day, so there was no real need. It did brighten the place up - literally, after she strung the lights around it - but, while it cheered her up initially, it could only do so much.

She'd heard Clark tell some children a story once about a dream he had that had convinced him that Santa existed. She had no idea if it was true or not, although he wasn't the type of person who would lie, even about that, yet it hardly mattered. She was an adult; she wasn't going to be getting any presents from him either way. She also doubted the League would be interested in exchanging gifts, as much as the thought of Batman going out and buying Christmas presents amused her.

She sighed, staring up at the star she'd placed at the top of the tree, imagining herself back on Themyscira, staring up at the clear, still sky. She'd made plenty of wishes on those stars, as a child... Now, she lived in the city, where there were too many lights to see them at all. This wasn't a real one, of course, but, somehow, knowing it was the star on her very first Christmas tree of her own made it seem special in its own way.

"I just wish," she said out loud, blushing slightly, glad nobody was around to hear her, "I wish I could spend Christmas with family."

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Little did she know, there was somebody else making that same wish, just a few floors down. 

Things had not been going well for Cathryn lately, either. This was supposed to be her year... She'd started it out married, having made the choice together that this was the year they were going to try for a baby. By Christmas, they thought, they'd have their own sweet, adorable little one to spoil, and buy presents for, and take to visit Santa...

Now, it was December, and Christmas was approaching fast, and she had none of that. They'd known it might take a while, but, eventually, when nothing happened, they went to the doctor, and discovered that it was never going to, not with her. He'd stuck it out a bit longer... He'd come from a big family, though, and wanted to have one of his own, so, when they realized she wasn't going to be able to give him that, he ended up leaving.

As for Cathryn, she mostly had just wanted a baby to take care of. She would have been fine with more than one, but, really, as long as she had one, she'd have been happy. It was especially hard this time of year, seeing all the adorable little kids every time she went outside, bundled up in their cute little coats, or dressed up for Christmas parties, faces eager and excited, knowing Santa was coming to give them lots of good gifts as long as they behaved themselves...

She'd have been happy with whatever she got, yet it was hard to deny that a girl would be more fun. A little boy in a suit was cute, but there were so many options for what to put a girl in, this time of year, or any. And, while she knew there were little boys who liked playing with dolls, and some little girls who didn't, it was more likely that a girl would like them, and that was always precious to see...

She almost didn't bother to put up a tree this year, but the apartment felt so empty without it. Having it there didn't really help - if anything, it simply reminded her she had nobody to buy gifts for - yet there was something comforting about sitting there, staring up at the star on top.

She wasn't sure why she said it, exactly, although there was no denying that she'd been feeling it for a long time; maybe her mind just needed to get it out into the open, to allow her to really start to deal with it.

"I wish I had a baby girl," she said quietly. "Just a sweet, innocent little baby girl..."

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The tree was nice, but Diana quickly got used to it, barely paying it any mind, except to go switch on the lights at night after she got home from patrolling, so she had no idea how long it had been sitting there, waiting for her. 

She thought, at first, that it must be a trap, that some bad guy had followed her home, then put something dangerous into a box and wrapped it up. That would be pretty silly, though... It was the only present under the tree, so it wasn't like she was going to get it mixed up with something else.

She considered calling Clark in to use his X-Ray vision, but it felt like a waste. It was a small box, pretty light, once she decided to risk picking it up... She couldn't think of anything that would be a real threat to her that would fit in there, and be so easy to carry. 

And, if she was being honest, the longer she looked at it, the more she wanted to rip into the paper, see what was inside. She could understand why people enjoyed this so much! The anticipation, the mystery... It would probably be even better if she waited all the way until Christmas, but she couldn't help herself, trying to explain it away by saying she needed to double-check and make sure it wasn't threatening.

She ripped into the paper, her heart racing with joy and excitement as she tossed it aside, opened up the box, and found... The last thing she ever would have expected. "What in the world?" she frowned, lifting it up, turning it over, confused. Was this really meant for her? It must be some sort of a mistake... Had somebody gotten confused, put the package under the wrong tree?

She held it up in front of herself, cheeks darkening to see that it looked like it would fit her perfectly. Why would anyone even make something like this in her size?! It was something a child might wear, if they were too young to pick out their own clothes, since she couldn't imagine anyone, no matter how young, voluntarily choosing to wear it. It was a dress, in a bright, cheery green, the skirt fluffing out into a tutu, the whole thing covered in tiny, multi-colored pom-poms, like Christmas lights, or ornaments. Underneath, in the box, was a headband, topped with a yellow star, and a pair of matching, green bloomers, covered in ruffles.

"Gods, I would look ridiculous in this," she mused out loud. It would be quite the difference from her armor, with its majestic gold and leather. She imagined confronting a villain in this dress, or showing up to a League meeting, looking like a Christmas tree. There was no way she'd ever put that thing on! She'd never be taken seriously again by anyone who saw her in it!

Except... She couldn't bring herself to throw it away, either. She still had no idea where it had come from, who could have given it to her, but it felt wrong to toss it aside, no matter how unlikely it was that she'd wear it. It sat in the corner of her living room, while she hoped for someone to come pick it up, to tell her it was a mix-up.

Until, finally, one night, glancing over in its direction, she found herself, almost without thinking, picking it up. What harm could there be in trying it on, just once? It couldn't possibly fit, despite looking like it should; nobody would make that kind of dress in her size.

There was nobody around, nobody to see her, to make fun of her... That didn't stop her from blushing as she slid out of her pajamas, and tugged the silly garment on over her head. It did, in fact, go on, as perfectly as if it had been made specially for her. The headband, of course, was no problem, though the bloomers were far too baggy, which was odd, since the rest fit like a glove. 

She took them back off, looking at herself in the mirror. It was even worse than she'd imagined, the sheer tulle of the skirt, and the shortness of it, giving the world a good view of her underwear, showing her why the bloomers were so important. What would her mother think, if she saw her this way, the glorious Wonder Woman, running around dressed like a Christmas tree, panties on display like an oblivious little girl who didn't know any better?!

That was definitely going to be the end of it; there was no way she'd wear it again, after seeing what it looked like! She stuffed it back into the box, hoping more than ever that it would be taken away, that she'd get an explanation as to why it had ended up in her apartment.

Instead, the next night, there was another, far bigger, box under her tree. This one was more than large enough to house any number of hazardous objects... Or something really, really fun. She knew she ought to be more cautious, and that, after seeing what had been in the first box, she wasn't likely to enjoy whatever this was, but, almost before she could stop herself, she was tearing it open to find...

A dollhouse. A giant, pink, plastic dollhouse, complete with dolls and furniture, and everything a child could need to play with it. Were the two gifts connected? They had to be... Why would two separate things have shown up under her tree, from different people? But why would anyone give her these? Were they calling her a little girl?!

She ought to have been offended by that, but this time, it was far harder to resist to present. The box was so gigantic, and the picture on the front looked so fun... Before the end of the night, she'd opened it up, pulled out the dollhouse, and had it all set up, sitting, legs splayed, on the floor in the middle of her living room, giggling to herself as she made up voices for the dolls, moved them from room to room...

"What am I doing?!" she snapped out of it, blushing, hours later, shocked and embarrassed at how easily she'd let herself get distracted by it, and how thoroughly it had worked... And that was before she went to took a shower, and found the damp patch in her underwear, realizing how distracted she'd actually been.

Maybe it really was a trap, and she should throw it out... Instead, she ended up back there every night, instead of watching the news, or reading a book... All she wanted to do was play dolls. She did her best to prevent a repeat of the first time, and pay attention to when she needed to pee, but that was far harder than it ought to be. It usually wasn't too bad, though, honestly, any amount wasn't great.

It was humiliating, spending her days as Wonder Woman, fighting bad guys, being a hero, then going home and playing with her dollhouse, piddling in her panties. It took longer than it probably should have to think of the solution.

Even then, she didn't come up with it on her own; it was Christmas Eve, and the streets were mostly pretty calm. As much as she wanted to go home to her dollies, and made herself stay out, see some of the people of the city, wish them a Merry Christmas... And, as she did so, she stumbled across a small family, with a little girl in a stroller.

It wasn't an unusual sight, except for what the baby was wearing. Immediately, Wonder Woman blushed, recognizing the outfit straight away, knowing she had one of her own, tucked away in the corner of the living room, now hidden behind the box the dollhouse had come in. It was the Christmas tree dress... With the girl lying in her stroller, she could plainly see the bloomers under the skirt, and how, rather than being loose, they bulged...

Her cheeks blazed, spotting the bag hanging from the stroller's handle, realizing what it was, what was meant to be worn with the dress she'd been given. She quickly excused herself, saying she had to go help someone, when, really, she couldn't stand seeing the baby anymore, easily able to imagine being in her place, knowing she had the same outfit... Except for one thing.

There was no way she was going to correct that, either. She was Wonder Woman; she was not going to be buying herself diapers! Abd yet, she thought, it was part of her duty to go into stores, and make sure there was no shoplifting going on... And, while she was in them, she found herself drawn to the incontinence aisle, looking at the adult diapers...

She didn't buy any, of course - the thought of someone spotting Wonder Woman, in full costume, buying those, was enough to stop her. It was probably a good thing there wasn't much activity going on, however, because that was the forefront thing on her mind for the rest of the day, until she got home and found one more present waiting for her under the tree.

It couldn't be what she thought it was... There was no way. She had them on the mind, that was all. This time, though, she didn't even hesitate, immediately plopping herself down on the floor, ripping off the wrapping...

"No way," she shook her head, nibbling on her bottom lip. "I-It can't be..."

It was. They were diapers... And not the ones she'd been looking at, either. These were Pampers, full-blown baby diapers, very possibly the same ones that had been in that little girl's bag, and under her bloomers - which, she realized now, were actually a diaper cover. Being baby diapers, it was impossible that they'd fit her, obviously, although the bag looked awfully big... And, when she opened it up, so did the diapers.

Her hands were shaking as she slid one out of the package, feeling the slick plastic, and bulky padding, between her fingers. This wasn't happening... She couldn't be doing this. She hadn't even changed out of her Wonder Woman armor yet, but here she was, holding a Pamper, thinking far too seriously about putting it on...

"No," she told herself sternly. "I am Wonder Woman... I am the Princess of Themyscira... I will not..." But she didn't even manage to finish her thought. Wouldn't this be so much easier than washing her panties? Of course, she was an adult, a superhero, she ought to have much more important concerns than how to keep from wetting her pants while she played with her dolls...

They were so big, so thick, so soft... They were definitely overkill for the little accidents she'd been having. But they fit, and, like the dress, fit like they'd been made just for her. Thinking of that, now that she'd given in, taped herself into a Pamper, she found herself drawn back to it, curiously tugging on the diaper cover, seeing that it looked perfect, and then the dress and headband, turning herself into the mirror image of the baby in the stroller.

She felt a pang of guilt, looking down at her discarded armor, then at her ridiculous outfit, but it was almost instantly replaced with embarrassment, her hands shooting to her poofy crotch, as she felt a trickle of wetness there. She'd barely been out of her big girl clothes five minutes, and already she was proving how ill-suited she was for them!

"No, I'm not!" she argued with herself, stomping her foot. "I'm Wonder Woman! I'm the biggest of big girls, and I..." She paused, wiggling her soggy bottom as she caught a glimpse of her dollhouse. "I..." She needed to get out of these clothes, and the diaper, get rid of all this stuff that had shown up under her tree, put on her grown-up clothes...

But, instead, she toddled over to the dollhouse, blushing at the squish she felt between her legs, the awkward gait she was being forced into, sitting down and starting to play, all other thoughts vanishing, now that she didn't even have to worry about making a mess on the floor. She played and played, all evening long, until, finally, she fell asleep under the tree, her Pampers soaked.

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There must be a thief, Cathryn had decided, although it was a strange one... They were getting into her apartment without leaving a trace, and all they were taking was the presents she left under the tree.

Probably, she should have alerted security, but what did it matter? She wasn't sure why she'd bought the presents in the first place. There was nobody for her to give them to... If someone else needed them, they ought to have them. She just wished they'd ask, instead of breaking in and stealing them.

If she only had the baby girl she'd wished for, she would have bought plenty of other things for her, but those were the things she hadn't been able to resist, when she saw them. The dress would be so cute, and the dollhouse looked pretty adorable, too... The Pampers were a little stranger. She'd have needed those, too, obviously, though they were a necessity, not something she'd have given as a gift... While she'd been out at the store, however, she'd felt drawn to them, and couldn't stop herself from buying them.

And now they had vanished, too. It was going to be a lonely Christmas, her and her empty tree... But would it have been any better, having those three presents wrapped up underneath, for somebody who didn't even exist?

She took her time getting up, pulling on her robe, stumbling out to make some coffee. She almost didn't bother going to the tree at first, knowing there was no need, but she wanted to turn on the lights, hoping that would get her into the holiday spirit... 

When she got to the tree, however, she found something she never would have anticipated. "Oh!" she gasped, hands raising to her mouth at the sight, tears filling her eyes. She was bigger than Cathryn expected, taller than Cathryn herself, but not less precious for it, snoozing away, thumb in her mouth, the green tutu skirt puffing out, giving Cathryn a perfect view of the diaper cover underneath, clearly doing its job.

Was this her thief? The dollhouse was obviously the same, but, while the outfit was identical to the one she'd bought, it was much bigger. Had this young woman seen it, and loved it so much she had to make one for herself, one that would fit her? 

Cathryn couldn't help herself. She reached under the woman's skirt, gave her ruffled seat a pat, her heart skipping a beat as she heard that crinkle, felt the squishiness that indicated a change was needed. She saw the Pampers there, too, yet it was still a shock, pulling aside the cover, seeing one on the stranger.

Those must have be specially made, too, she reasoned. This had to be someone who really wanted this, who was desperate to be a baby again... Who needed a Mommy, perhaps as much as Cathryn needed a baby.

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Diana yawned and stretched, blinking her eyes slowly, seeing twinkling lights above her, feeling a cool breeze... And then something even cooler.

She squeaked, eyes popping open all the way as she saw someone kneeling down next to her, wiping her now bare crotch with a baby wipe. "Shh," the woman cooed, as if this was perfectly natural. "It's all right, sweetie... I'll have you cleaned up in no time." 

"W-Wait..." Diana blushed, looking around at what was obviously not her apartment. "Wh-Who...?!"

"It's okay," the woman repeated. "Mommy's not mad... Just a little disappointed. I wish I had more presents for you to open, but you already got into all of them."

Mommy... Diana knew that was wrong, that it wasn't who this person was, but the word gave her a funny, happy feeling in her tummy, making her giggle despite herself as she was tickled on the tummy. "B-But I don't need..." she protested weakly, watching a fresh Pamper be pulled from the pack.

"You can't fool Mommy," the woman told her. "I know what you need."

"N-No, you don't unde..." Diana frowned, the gears in her mind struggling to get started. "Und... You don't know!" she finally settled. "I-I'm not... I don't..." She whimpered, blushing as she felt the diaper being tugged up between her legs, taped snugly into place.

"Such a sweet baby!" the woman beamed, pulling the diaper cover back up. "I'm going to go warm some milk up for you, all right?"

"No!" Diana shook her head. "No, I'm not a baby!"

"Oh, you aren't?" the woman raised an eyebrow. "Then why were you under my tree, in a drenched diapie?" 

"I-I dunno," Diana admitted, not knowing how she'd gotten there either. "B-But I'm Wondew Woman!"

"You are?" the woman smiled condescendingly, like she was talking to a child playing pretend. "Well, it's very nice to meet you, then! I bet you have lots of people to go save, huh?"

Diana nodded, glad that apparently the woman believed her, despite how it had sounded. "Here you go!" the woman slid the dollhouse over in front of her. "You take care of that while I get your milk ready."

"No!" Diana pouted. "Th-That's not..." As she looked at the dollhouse, however, she forgot what she was going to say, reaching in to pick up one of the dollies, her imagination running wild as she thought about what she could be saving her from. 

She hardly noticed the rumbling, or the little push her body gave. She felt something change, but she was so enthralled in her game, she didn't think anything of it, not until Mommy returned with a baby bottle full of milk.

"Sorry it took so long, I had to go borrow... Uh-oh!" Diana looked up, confused, worried something was wrong. "Did something happen, sweetie?"

"No, Mommy," Diana answered, not noticing what she'd called the woman, how easily it had slipped out.

"Oh, no?" Mommy knelt down, lifting the back of Diana's dress, tugging out the rear of her diaper. "Just as I thought... A Mommy's work is never done, huh?"

"Huh?" It was so crazy, so foreign, that Diana couldn't figure out what she was talking about, what she could possibly mean... Why was she checking her that way? Why was she getting another diaper out already? And then she shifted her weight, felt the mushy pass shift with her.

No... It couldn't be... She squirmed again, her thumb finding its way to her mouth anxiously, feeling another squelch. This was impossible! She was Wonder Woman! She couldn't have pooped her pants... Not at all, certainly not without knowing about it! There were two year olds with more control than that!

The smell started to hit her then, as she wiggled around some more, each movement only confirming her fears. "B-But I'm... I-I'm Wondew Woman..." she repeated, out loud this time, trying to remind herself of it, to make it feel real again...

"Of course you are," Mommy kissed her on the forehead. "You're Mommy's little Wonder Woman... Now, lie back, sweetie... It's time for Wonder Woman's diaper change..."

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It was, Cathryn thought, a strange coincidence that Wonder Woman stopped showing up in the news around the time her baby came into her life, but she was so busy looking after her, it was possible she just wasn't noticing as much. She probably wouldn't have even thought about it, if not for Diana - as she learned the girl's name was, once she stopping insisting on being called Wonder Woman - didn't love pretending she was the her so much.

She had no idea what the real reason for that was, just as she had no idea about the latent psychic powers she had, the ones that had connected her deepest wish, one winter evening, with the wish of another young woman... 

Just as she had no idea that she'd unknowingly done what so many supervillains had tried, and failed, to do over the years. She had thoroughly defeated Wonder Woman, turned her into a happy, if overgrown, Pamper-filling little toddler, one who loved her new Mommy almost as much as her new Mommy loved her, perfectly content to spend her days playing with her dollies, letting Mommy dress her up in whatever adorable outfit she'd found for her this time, and getting her diapers changed.