CYOA: All I Want For Christmas - Chapter 3 (Story) (Patreon)

Joanna pouted, staring down at the bowls of baby food once more, reaching out for the plastic spoon experimentally, then shaking her head. "Okay, okay," she gave in. "I guess it won't be that bad..."

"What won't?" Carol asked. "Eating your num-nums there, or getting another star?"

Joanna glared at her, cheeks red; admitting it, out loud, was almost worse than the thought of doing it. She thought about saying nothing, however, it was about to become obvious, if Carol even had the slightest hint that she should be looking for it. "I've peed myself a little when I was really drunk or something," Joanna reasoned. "It wasn't, like, fun or anything, but it wasn't the end of the world."

"And this time, your diaper will catch it all, so nobody will ever know," Carol encouraged her. "Well, except for me... And the waiter when he comes to verify."

"Wh-What?" Joanna squirmed. "Wh-Why would he need..?"

"He can't give you your second star unless he knows for sure you earned it," Carol told her. "And he can't give you two star food if you don't have two stars."

That changed things... But not enough to change her mind. She wouldn't eat this gross-looking mush, couldn't... How bad would it really be to wet herself a bit? She wiggled in her seat, closing her eyes, trying to pretend she was in the privacy of a bathroom stall, rather than sitting out in the open, where anyone could see her. It helped that she was seated, at least, even though, short as she was, she was still tall enough that her feet didn't dangle when she was sitting on any toilet.

"Go on, JoJo," Carol encouraged. "You can do it!"

"Shush!" Joanna waved her hand at her, her friend's voice threatening to break the illusion she was building for herself. "Just let me do this!"

And then, at last, it happened. She felt a few drops escape, dribbling out, her face warming as they soaked into the bulky padding beneath her, rather than dripping into the water of a toilet, reminding her of where she really was, what she was really doing. Immediately, her body ground to a halt, not wanting to continue... But, now that she'd started, it was too late. After another moment, there was another trickle, lasting a second longer, and then a third, this one growing, turning into a stream, and then a torrent, soaking into her diaper. That was definitely enough... She'd proved her point... When she tried to stop it, however, it refused, already too far gone.

She opened her eyes, trying to look down at herself, to ensure that she hadn't leaked, surprised at how much she'd had to go after all. The tray blocked her view, kept her from being able to tell, though as she fidgeted, feeling the new warmth, and squishiness, between her legs, and how much the padding had swollen to accommodate her 'accident', she didn't feel anything outside her diaper.

"That wasn't so bad, was it?" Carol giggled, watching her reaction gleefully.

Joanna glanced away from her friend, down at the baby food again, the idea of eating it all the more unappetizing now that she was sitting in a soggy diaper. "C-Can I get some real food now?"

"Sure, sweetie," Carol nodded, raising her hand to summon the server. He was back in a flash, making Joanna worry he'd been watching, or listening in, although, really, it was probably more likely because the restaurant wasn't that busy at the moment. "My little friend here has earned her second star," Carol announced, Jo blushing and sliding down in her high chair, knowing anyone in earshot who had gone through orientation would be aware of what that meant.

"Very good!" the server smiled. "I'm just going to confirm, all right?" 

"O-Okay," Joanna said hesitantly. She didn't want to have her diaper checked... But what was the point of doing it without this? She let out an embarrassing squeak as he reached out one strong hand, brushing it against her crotch, her padding squelching slightly beneath it... Then, to her horror, she heard a pop as he started to open the snaps there. "Wh-What are you doing?!" she squealed.

"He told you, JoJo, calm down," Carol said soothingly. 

"C-Can't you feel that it's..." Joanna couldn't bring herself to say it, and didn't get an answer, not until the crotch of her shortalls was open, letting the fresh air waft in, exposing her wet diaper to the world. 

"Very good," the waiter praised her, snapping her shortalls back up, then reaching out for her hand, removing her bracelet. "I'll have this updated. Now, what would you like to eat?"

Joanna bit her bottom lip; after all that, she'd forgotten all about what the two stars options had been. "Umm..."

"Get her some chicken nuggets," Carol instructed. "And tater tots."

Still childish, of course, yet so much better than the baby food. Joanna watched that being taken away, feeling relieved, watching Carol eat her meal. "Sorry," she shrugged. "I'd wait for you, but this is so good... I don't want it to get cold."

Luckily, Joanna's new meal didn't take long to appear, the server putting the bracelet back on her at the same time. It didn't look any different, thankfully... As soon as it was scanned, however, everyone would know what she'd done, what she'd allowed herself to be reduced to, just for the sake of some chicken nuggets.

There were no utensils with the meal, either, leaving her to sit in her soggy diaper, in a high chair, eating with her fingers. She hadn't been in this place long at all, and look at what it had done to her... It wouldn't have been that surprising, seeing Bobbie's transformation, if it hadn't happened even more quickly than that.

Carol's explanation was possible, sure... Maybe there had been no transformation, or it had happened days ago in reality... The more she thought about it, though, the harder it was to swallow. Bobbie would have had to be an excellent actress, whether she'd been pretending in her first encounter with Joanna, or during orientation, and while that could be true... She didn't like it. 

"There," Carol took her hand, once they were both done, and the server had released them from the high chairs, lifting them down. "Don't you feel better?"

"Y-Yeah," Joanna nodded uncertainly, shifting her weight, the now cool, clammy diaper sagging between her legs, pushing them further apart than ever. "C-Can I get a change now?"

"Oh, sorry," Carol wrinkled her nose. "Changes are for people with three stars only."

"What?!" Joanna gasped, mind returning once more to Bobbie. She couldn't really be trapped in this soggy diaper until she did... that... could she?!

Carol giggled. "You are so serious! I'm kidding! Do you want to go back up to the room, or are you okay having it done here?" 

"L-Like... Here, here?" Joanna looked around.

"I didn't bring a changing mat, so no," Carol shook her head. "There are changing stations around, though. And I can do it, or they have nurses available to help."

She led Joanna to a quiet corner, set up almost like a hospital, except with changing tables rather than beds, curtains set up between each that could be pulled shut... Or left wide open. 

"I know which of you needs a change," the nurse on duty teased, greeting the pair. It was obvious she was the nurse from the uniform, despite the length and neckline of it looking like something from a porn, rather than a hospital. The heels she had on likely weren't regulation, either, making her tower all the more over the tiny Joanna as she bent over, tapping her on the nose lightly. "You had a little accident, didn't you?"

Joanna wanted to deny it, but before she even had the chance, she felt the nurse's hand on her padded crotch, giving it a squeeze. "Oh, my!" she chuckled. "Absolutely soaked! What a good girl!" She patted Joanna on the head with her other hand. "Do you need help getting into a fresh diapie? I'd love to take care of that for you, little one!"

Joanna blushed, looking over at Carol. "Up to you," she shrugged, no help at all. 

The nurse was gorgeous, which did nothing to help Joanna feel like she had any shred of maturity left, in comparison to her. She didn't want anyone else to see her diaper at all, much less as wet as it was now... After having seen Carol get her into the diaper to begin with, however, she knew she couldn't do it on her own.

"M-My friend is going to help me," Joanna told the nurse. "Th-Thank you."

"Of course," the nurse smiled down at her, before turning to Carol. "If she gets too squirmy, or whiny, just let me know... I have the perfect drugs to calm her down."

"Oh, she's done nothing but whine," Carol said. "That just makes it cuter, though."

"Doesn't it?" the nurse smirked, patting Joanna on the bottom. "Go on, then."

Carol closed the curtain around their changing table, helping Joanna up to it. She must have sensed that her friend was feeling embarrassed enough already, because she quietly went about her job, tossing the used diaper into the waiting diaper pail and taping her into a fresh one without a word. "Is that better?"

Joanna sat up, having to nod; she didn't want to say that wearing a diaper was good, but the dry padding was far more comfortable than the soggy stuff she'd been wearing. "Th-Thank you," she mumbled.

"You're welcome," Carol gave her a hug, taking her by the hand again.

They walked around, taking in the sights, Joanna not quite ready to go out onto the playgrounds, or make arts and crafts with a group of other adult babies. She did see one of the bathroom doors, finally, which, while she didn't have to go too badly now, after having wet herself not that long ago, was a huge relief...

Until she looked a little closer. "Carol," she frowned. "Why do you need three stars to get into the bathroom?"

"Oh, rules, you know," Carol tried to brush it off.

"But that doesn't make sense!" Joanna shook her head. "To get three stars, you have to..." She couldn't finish the sentence. "I-I'd think the people who were willing to do that wouldn't want to go in the bathrooms..."

"Well, maybe it's a mistake, then," Carol shrugged. "Maybe if you're three stars, you can't get in. Why don't we..?"

She tugged at Joanna's hand, but the smaller woman refused to budge. "That's not what it says!" she insisted. "Here..." She pulled Carol, dragging her closer, pushing her bracelet against the pad, the light blinking red. "See?"

Carol sighed. "It's probably a special bathroom just for them, then," she said. "Do you even need to use it right now?"

"No," Joanna admitted. "But..."

"I bet there are other bathrooms for one and two stars," Carol told her. "We can look for those later, if you need them."

If she needed them, she wouldn't want to be trying to find them right then... And this bathroom hadn't been marked any different, until they got close enough to the door. She could have seen herself desperate to go, hurrying there... Only to discover, too late, that she couldn't get in. "There's something weird about this," she mused. Between that, and Bobbie, the cuteness of this place was starting to wear a little thin.

"Jo, don't worry about it," Carol ordered, sounding a bit impatient. "I don't want to spend my whole weekend with you trying to make something out of nothing. You just don't get how things work here... That's all. Can you at least try to give it a chance? For me?"

She'd already done that... She'd put a diaper on, and chosen to wet it... How much more could Carol ask of her? "Sure, Carol," she nodded. "Sorry, I'm not trying to ruin your fun... I just..."

"Let's go!" Carol yanked on her hand, using her larger size to force Joanna away from the bathroom, Jo struggling to keep up with her longer stride, the bulky diaper making it harder than usual. Joanna could see her questions were bothering Carol, so she was going to stop poking at things... Until they passed by one of the clothes displays, however, and she spotted something that made her pause.

"Could we look here?" she asked.

"Sure!" Carol was happy to lead Joanna into the rows of mannequins, letting go of her hand to look around. Their closets were, of course, filled with outfits, but these were more ornate, or more specialized. There were onesies with plush cat tails dangling from them, and hoods with pointy ears on them, dresses dripping with more frills and lace than Joanna thought she'd had in her entire childhood wardrobe, maid outfits... And then, there were also more mature clothes, the suits and dresses she'd seen the Mommies and Daddies wearing.

There were no prices on anything, but each mannequin had a plaque at the base with stars on it. Like with the bathroom, confusingly, the more grown-up outfits all required three stars, and the babyish ones ranged between one and two. How could that be right? To dress like an adult, you had to prove you were one of the most infantile people here? 

She wasn't here to figure that out, though... She was here for a very specific reason. She waddled through the rows of mannequins, trying to find it again, wondering if she'd made a mistake, if she'd seen it out of the corner of her eyes and saw something that wasn't there... As she turned a corner, however, there it was, making her freeze in place.

It was the nightie, the same one Bobbie had been in, that she'd seen other people walking around this place in. She slowed down, almost scared to approach it, but the closer she toddled, the more sure she was that she was right. The fur, the sheer fabric... This was it.

How was it classified? How many stars would it take to get that? Maybe that would answer her question... If it took three, then that meant Bobbie had earned that many at some point... Probably long enough in the past for her to get one of these tailored to her, sent up to her room... It would mean she'd likely been pretending during their first meeting. If it was less, then it might not prove anything, but it would definitely make her more suspicious of the girl's boyfriend, and what had happened in the brief time between seeing her.

She looked down, not sure what she wanted to see... And saw nothing. The plaque was empty, showing no stars whatsoever. "Huh?" she frowned. Did that mean anyone could get it? Even if they didn't wear diapers? She supposed that made sense... Except that everyone she'd seen in it was obviously in diapers underneath it. That seemed like a huge coincidence...

"Do you like that?" Joanna jumped a little at the sound of Carol's voice, right beside her.

"Th-That's it!" she pointed. "Bobbie was wearing that..."

"Bobbie again?" Carol rolled her eyes. "You don't even know her, Jo! You're here with me, remember?"

"But look!" Joanna gestured at the plaque. "It's the only thing I've seen that doesn't cost any stars... Don't you think that's weird? I'm telling you, Carol, something is wrong..."

"You're right," Carol agreed. "I was wrong to think I should bring you here. Yes, maybe I should have given you some more warning, but all you've done since you've gotten here is try to ruin this for me! You're constantly complaining, and trying to build up some stupid mystery where there isn't one, and I'm sick of it!"

"What?" Joanna's eyes widened. "No, I'm not... I didn't mean..."

It all happened so fast, it was hard to judge how serious Carol was, the woman turning away before Joanna could see if there were any real tears in her eyes. In a flash, she was gone, running off among the mannequins, Joanna doing her best to catch up, with her shorter legs and poofy diaper. 

"I just want to make sure you're safe here!" Joanna called. "Well, that we both are... I'm sorry, okay? I didn't want to ruin anything, but..."

Her words caught in her throat as she nearly bumped into another mannequin, this one in an outfit that was very, very familiar. "Hey!" she gasped, trembling as she looked at it, glancing away and down at herself, blushing in comparison, seeing her diaper bulging beneath her childish shortalls.

They were her clothes. The jeans and shirt she'd worn here, displayed on the mannequin, staring down at her in judgement with its blank face, her purse looped over one plastic shoulder, her shoes on its feet. Everything she'd brought here, every trace of her adult life in miles and miles... What was it doing here?!

"Yes?" a young woman slid in beside her, from seemingly out of nowhere, looking quite elegant in her simple, black clothing. "Do you need some help?" 

"These are mine!" Joanna insisted.

"Oh, you want those? An excellent choice," the woman smiled, taking Joanna's hand, lifting it up, pressing it to the tablet she was holding. "I'm sorry, it appears you only have two stars... That outfit is four stars."

"But it's min..." Joanna stomped her foot in frustration, before the woman's words really sank in. "Four stars? I thought there were only three..." And she'd seen what it took to get three... What would the price for four possible be?! Looking down at the plaque, however, there were, indeed, four stars on it.

"It's a very limited edition outfit," the woman said. "We only have one in stock... So, of course, a higher price is absolutely justified..."

"No, it's mine!" Joanna told her. "It already belongs to me!"

"Not until you earn another two stars," the woman countered, Joanna groaning in response. The third star was already more humiliating than anything she'd consider doing... How much further would they want her to degrade herself for a fourth?! "I'm sure we have other things that might interest you..."

Maybe she was mistaken... Maybe this only looked like her clothes, and her purse... The receptionist had promised she'd get all that back at the end of the trip, after all... And this woman might be able to tell her more about that nightie, give her some answers... On the other hand, she should probably go find Carol and apologize...

"I-I'm not... I'm not sure," Joanna shook her head, looking back at the mannequin, terrified that, if she left it, she'd never see it again. 

"I'd be happy to help you get to four stars," the woman offered. "Like I said, though... This is very limited, so I can't guarantee it will be here much longer..."

Joanna swallowed, having a bad feeling that this decision was more important than she knew. What was she going to tell the woman?!

"I want this outfit... Whatever it takes."

"There is one other thing I was curious about, in fact..."

Or, "I'm sorry, I really need to go find my friend for now."

And what did Carol really want for Christmas this year?

A baby sister?

A baby for herself?

Or a very special gift for her boyfriend?