CYOA: All I Want For Christmas - Chapter 4 (Story) (Patreon)

Joanna swallowed, staring up at the mannequin with her clothes on it, imagining the version of her who had worn those seeing her this way, in a soggy diaper, about to do far worse things. That made what she was about to say all the harder, yet, as soon as the thought had entered her mind, she couldn't shake it.

"I-I want this," she insisted. "Wh-Whatever it takes."

"My, my," the woman smiled. "Determined, are we? Well, then... First things first."

"H-Hey!" Joanna blushed as the woman reached over, started to undo one of the straps on her shortalls.

"I thought you were willing to do whatever it takes," the woman reminded her. "If you can't even do this, then you don't stand a chance, little one." 

Joanna groaned, looking around, knowing she was out in the open, and what she was wearing underneath those shortalls. If she was anywhere else, there wasn't a chance in hell she'd let that be revealed... But here, it wasn't that strange. "Okay," she nodded, resigned. "Sorry..."

The woman unbuckled one strap, then the other, letting the shortalls crumple to the floor, Joanna resisting every instinct to cover herself, and the mid-riff baring shirt calling her 'Mommy's Pampered Princess', and, especially the wet, pink diaper that the shirt didn't come close to hiding for her.

"Feet up!" the woman cooed, pulling the shortalls off them, making it look as though, with her little sneakers, Joanna had considered this an appropriate outfit for herself, like this was all she needed to have on to go out into the world. She felt so ridiculous, so exposed, so infantile... And she hadn't even really started yet!

"This is your last chance to back out," the woman warned her. "It's up to you."

Joanna whimpered, looking at the mannequin again, feeling more silly than ever beneath its blank gaze. As much as she would have loved to do this anywhere else, she didn't trust the clothes to be there if she let them out of her sight, whether that meant doing something unspeakable in front of them or not. "I-I'll do it," she confirmed, one more time.

Joanna flinched as she felt the floor beneath her feet move, wondering, at first, if it was an earthquake, before she saw everything around her seeming to grow shorter, and she realized she was being raised up, put on even more of a display than simply standing in the middle of the store. She let out a squeak, finally trying to use her hands to block prying eyes from seeing her childish clothes, and the state of her diaper, but it was impossible when people could be looking at her from every angle, and she had only two arms.

Steps raised out of the floor, allowing the woman to walk up and join her, as two other sections of the floor, one on either side of Joanna, slid open, turning into black pits for a moment before smaller platforms raised out of them. "Here you are," the woman said, picking up the giant, stuffed cat from orientation from one of the platforms, handing it to Joanna. "You might want this."

She didn't question it, indeed grateful to have it there with her, since it was nearly as tall as her, giving her something to hide behind. As she clutched it to her chest, however, she recalled what Bobbie had done with her toy, what the people at orientation had told her she'd have to do to earn her third star, the true reason why it was there dawning on her.

She wasn't really going to do this, was she?! That was so humiliating, so degrading... At least if she'd done it in orientation, it would have been somewhat private, with only a few other people watching, most of whom were in the same situation as her. Here, she was in the middle of the courtyard, on a platform so anyone could see...

There was, it turned out, another reason for the kitty. She was so busy fretting over the one she'd thought of that she barely paid any mind to what had raised from the floor on her other side, or what the woman was doing, not until she felt her diaper being slid downwards in the back.

"H-Hey, what are you...?!" she demanded, turning - which just exposed her bare bottom to more of the courtyard - her eyes growing large as she saw what else was now on the platform with her.

It was an enema bag, large and red and bulging, hanging on a festive pole, decorated like a giant candy cane, the woman holding the nozzle at the other end of the hose, clearly having been about to put it into Joanna. "No!" Joanna shook her head, stomach churning preemptively, imagining the contents of the hanging bag inside of her.

"Do you want to go on your own?" the woman asked. "You're welcome to."

She stepped back, nozzle still in hand, Joanna's cheeks growing redder and redder, until they matched the enema bag. Of course she didn't want to do that... That would be so mortifying, squatting down up here, pooping her pants intentionally... But was letting herself be given an enema that much better? "D-Do I really have to...?" she sniffled.

The woman grabbed her by the shoulders, turning her around, obviously done with her whining and excuses, bringing her face to empty face with the mannequin, which had risen up to her level now, too, as if it knew how much its presence tortured her. She let out a squeal, Velcro sneakered toes pointing inwards, as she felt the nozzle being pushed into her backside, mouth falling open at the humiliating invasion. The diaper was pulled back up, snapping into place with a final pat from the woman, who walked back down the steps.

Joanna tore her eyes away from the mannequin, turning back towards the woman, seeing the steps sink into the floor, stranding her up here. "I-Is that it?" she asked hopefully. It hadn't been pleasant, exactly, especially the fullness she still felt in her rear, but nothing else was happening... Did she just have to prove she was willing to do it?

The woman grinned, pushed a button on a small device she'd pulled out of her pocket, and, suddenly, warm, soapy water was gushing into Joanna. "Oh!" she gasped, wriggling at the unfamiliar sensation. It was so fast, so relentless... She squeezed the bear, unsure of what else to do. It had barely even begun, and she already felt like she couldn't hold anymore... But it showed no signs of stopping, the bag hanging heavily above her, hardly deflated at all.

She gritted her teeth as the cramps started, knowing there was nothing she could do about them, but still fighting them desperately. "I-I can't do it," she shook her head. "I-It's too much!" 

The water just kept rushing out, filling her up further and further. She whimpered, staring down at her tummy, between the hem of the crop top, and the waistband of her diaper, positive she could see it bloating, trying to contain all the sudsy water. She looked up, at the enema bag, still so full, then away, and right at the mannequin, her old self judging her harshly, and away from that, blushing as she saw strangers staring up at her, watching the whole ordeal in amusement, so many of them in diapers of their own...

In the middle of it all, she barely noticed the prick of pain at her neck. She reached up in confusion, then looked down at the cat, wondering if there was a stray tag or something there that had poked her, but another cramp was enough to distract her.

"Good girl," the woman told her, patting the panting, sweating Joanna on the head. "That's the hard part."

Joanna wasn't so sure about that, but she was too happy about feeling the torrent of water reduced to a trickle, then ending, moments before the woman slid the nozzle out of her. It was such a relief, she could almost forget about what was going to come next, as she watched the woman descend the stairs again, and the candy cane enema pole sink into the floor... Until the next cramp hit.

This time, there was no flow of water to help her stop it. She groaned, squeezing her thighs together, blushing as she felt the now clammy padding between them, hugging the stuffed animal tighter and tighter, feeling her body involuntarily squatting down, knowing what it had to do, no matter how much she was telling it not to. 

She felt almost woozy, holding in that whole enema, water sloshing inside of her as she moved sluggishly towards the vanished stairs, hoping they'd reappear, give her a tiny bit more privacy... They didn't, leaving her stranded up there, clutching her kitty desperately, when the pain came again, this time, too much for her. Her knees buckled again, pushing her padded bottom outwards, and, almost before she could process it, it had begun. 

"N-No!" she shook her head, nose wrinkling as she felt the warm, mushy mass oozing into her diaper, spreading quickly throughout. She could feel the garment expanding, sagging slightly, knew that anyone looking at her - especially anyone that would come to a place like this - would know what was happening, what she was doing... She took some small comfort that most of them had seen the enema first, at least, knew she wasn't doing this voluntarily... Although, of course, they had no way of knowing why she'd agreed to the enema.

She grunted, face growing a darker red as she pumped out even more mess, remembering only then the wall of windows outside the rooms, realizing that more people than she'd thought could be watching. Her only comfort was knowing phones weren't allowed here, so nobody was taking pictures, or filming this... She had no doubt a lot of people would be taking it with them in their memories, however.

"Oh!" she squirmed, tentatively reaching behind her, flinching as her hand touched the bulging seat of her diaper, feeling how bad it really was, head swimming in the sea of humiliation for having done that. And, she knew, it still wasn't over. She'd seen what it took to earn that third star... She knew why she'd been given the stuffed animal. 

She'd thought it would be the worst part, but - perhaps because she'd already been through more embarrassment than she could have possibly imagined - there was something liberating about it. It was adult... In a way. A perversion of something adult, and yet, after what she'd just done, she was desperate for anything to remind her of the grown-up she'd been at the start of the day.

She didn't wait for the woman to tell her what to do, dropping the stuffed cat to the floor in front of her, straddling it, lowering herself down onto it. She whimpered, feeling her bottom sink into the mush in her pants, but fought through it, rubbing against the toy.

She'd wanted to get it over with, to finish this phase, so she could move on to whatever it would take to get the fourth star... It was only after a minute or two of grinding that it occurred to her how it must have looked to her audience. She'd been so quick to start humping away... Did they think she truly liked this? That this turned her on?!

She couldn't stop to clarify, couldn't explain it away... Despite everything, it was starting to work. She'd been planning on faking it, sure there was no way anyone would know, but there was a warmth building up inside of her, urging her onward... Cheeks burning, she rubbed harder, and harder, until...

"Wh-What?" she panted, frowning in confusion. She'd gotten right up to the edge, had felt the orgasm coming on... And then nothing. She sat down, nose crinkling, frustrated, and hating herself for it. She'd been so shocked, she'd forgotten to pretend - hadn't thought she would have to after all - which meant she was going to have to do it all over again.

She bit her bottom lip, starting to grind against the stuffed kitten again, looking down into its plastic eyes, noticing only then that her shirt seemed to be hanging a bit looser. Maybe it was just her imagination, but her chest, already not particularly large, almost looked flatter than usual. And was the kitty bigger? It did feel like her diaper was resting more heavily on it, her knees having a harder time reaching the floor on either side of it...

She definitely felt something this time, but it still wasn't an orgasm. It was like a wave of fog flowing in over the ocean, into her mind. Almost immediately, she was back at it, blushing as she looked up this time, right at the mannequin, watching her try so hard to masturbate in her dirty diaper... She had to be wrong... Those clothes couldn't have belonged to her... Nobody who would wear such big girl clothes would end up like this, so soon after changing out of them...

And if she was a big girl, what did she do? She thought she could remember, until the next wave of fog hit her, and then she couldn't recall at all... And the next wave washed away her memories of college, of earning her degree... She knew there was a connection, that she was humping away her maturity, but she couldn't help herself, wanting so badly to feel what she knew she was supposed to at the end of it, even if she couldn't recall what it was, or even what it was called...

"JoJo!" Joanna gasped, eyes wide as she stared up at Carol, feeling very naughty, getting caught like this, although she wasn't sure why. "What do you think you're doing, young lady?"

"Umm..." she scrambled to her feet, one thumb plopping itself into her mouth automatically, the other pulling her kitty up off the floor. That was quite the task, too... The kitty was even bigger than her! That didn't seem right, but trying to remember why was too hard for her, so she didn't even make an attempt. "I dunno..."

"Then why were you doing it?" Carol asked, kneeling down in front of her, her shirt straining to contain her breasts. "That's something for big girls, JoJo... Are you a big girl?"

Joanna blushed, looking down at herself, so tiny, even smaller than her favorite toy, and her chest, completely flat, then over at Carol, the opposite of her in almost every way. She knew that Carol was a big girl... And if she was the opposite of Carol... "No," she shook her head.

"Of course you aren't!" Carol gave the seat of Joanna's diapers a pat, the smaller girl squealing at the squishiness there. "You still poop your Pampers!"

Joanna pouted, stomping her foot. "Well, so do...!" she insisted, looking up at Carol. She'd been so sure that Carol was wearing diapers, too... But of course she wasn't! She was JoJo's big sister... She was in training panties instead, under her plaid skirt. And, compared to Joanna's stinky, pink diapers, they were so much more grown-up, just like everything else about Carol.

"It's okay," Carol smiled, giving her a big hug. "I'm not mad, sweetie. I love having you as a baby sister... Just don't do that again, okay?"

"Okay," JoJo nodded solemnly. "It wasn't even that fun, anyway!"

Carol chuckled knowingly, ruffling her hair. "Why don't we go get you cleaned up, sweetie? Then I think it's time for your nap..."

JoJo didn't want to take a nap, but she knew better than to argue about it, so she nodded, taking Carol's hand, dragging her kitty along behind her as she was led back towards the elevator.

"Wait!" the woman from the clothing shop exclaimed. "JoJo..." she said, once they paused, turning around. "You earned those clothes... Don't you want them?"

JoJo looked at the mannequin the woman was gesturing towards, her nose wrinkling as she saw them. "Eww, no!" she shook her head. "They'we so bowing!"

"Yeah," Carol agreed. "Nobody could even see your diaper if you were wearing those! What fun is that?"

"None!" JoJo answered, smiling when she saw how pleased the answer made her big sister.

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"Now, sweetie, I want you to behave yourself," Carol warned, adjusting the ribbon tying one of the girl's ponytails in place. "Can you do that?"

"I always do!" JoJo insisted, only to stare down at her feet at the look she was given. "I'll twy..."

It had been such a fun weekend, playing on the playgrounds, eating yummy food, getting to play dress-up... She was so sad it was almost over, she'd thrown a little tantrum that morning, and gotten spanked, which she knew was the reason Carol had contradicted her about always behaving herself. 

As usual, JoJo was dressed like a miniature version of her big sister, Carol in a tight, red dress, black stockings, and heels - and a Pull-Up underneath, of course - and JoJo in a tiny, red party dress, one short enough to leave most of her diaper exposed, and the white tights stretched over it, with a pair of shiny Mary Janes to finish it off. She always wanted to be like her sister... Even if doing so just exposed how much littler and more babyish she was.

The door slid open, and Carol took JoJo's hand, the smaller girl pulling her kitty along with her, as always, as they stepped into the office. There was only one chair open, but that was okay... JoJo didn't think twice about plopping herself down onto the floor.

"Well, then," the woman on the other side of the desk smiled, "it looks like you had quite the eventful stay."

"Oh, definitely," Carol patted JoJo on the head. "I was hoping to take things slow, try to get her to accept this on her own, but..."

"That's always the plan," the woman chuckled. "We do everything we can to encourage them to do that, but sometimes, it doesn't quite work out that way. Of course, your little JoJo here is a unique case, so perhaps its for the best that she made the decision for you. How are you liking the results?"

"They're perfect!" Carol exclaimed. "She's the most darling baby sister I could ever have asked for... Just like I knew she would be." JoJo looked up, and Carol smiled at her. "Yes, we're talking about you, silly girl." She pushed a pacifier into JoJo's mouth, and she started sucking on it happily.

"That's wonderful news," the woman said. "It's good to know that we can make more than... earmuffs, JoJo." Like a good girl, JoJo reached up to cover her ears, though she sneakily didn't clamp down, so she still heard, "More than diaper sluts with our process."

"What's a slut?" JoJo mumbled from behind her pacifier.

"JoJo!" Carol scolded.

"It's nothing you need to worry about," the woman promised. "But, do you remember your friend, Bobbie?" JoJo vaguely did, so she nodded. "They're like her... They're people who still need their diapers, like you, and enjoy them, in a very different way."

"Oh!" JoJo didn't really understand, but she tried to pretend she did anyway, since it was obvious Carol did. "Okay! Maybe I'll be one one day!"

"You won't," Carol told her. "You'd have to grown up to be that, and you're going to stay my baby sister forever."

That sounded nice... JoJo smiled, hugging Carol's leg.

"Now, then," the woman on the other side of the desk said, "here's this... If you do change your mind, and want her to be big again one day, you can use that to control her chip."

"I don't think that will happen," Carol replied, taking the remote she was passed, "but thank you."

JoJo was given not a remote, but a candy cane, one she quickly popped into her mouth to suck on as she toddled out of the office, waving happily to the receptionist as they passed through the lobby, calling out a sticky, "Mewwy Chwistmas!" before she was led outside to be buckled into Carol's car.

They didn't pass anyone on the way out, of course... Everything was too well-planned out for that. A few minutes after they left, however, another car pulled up, letting out another couple.

"This means so much to me," the woman told her boyfriend, who already looked an awful lot like a pouty baby. "You just giving it a try... It's the best Christmas gift I could ask for."

They couldn't advertise, of course, not openly, but news spread fast anyway... It was expensive, yes, yet simple. Two people who were already into diapers could go, of course, although, for the price, it wasn't usually for it just for that. 

"See?" the girl smiled, hopping off the changing table. "It isn't so bad!" She wasn't into wearing diapers herself, not really... But, according to everything the facility had told her about the process, it was easiest to convince the subject into trying them if she did, too. And, reluctantly, he agreed, letting her tape him into one.

"It's just a quick class," she told him, sending him on his way. "I'll see you afterwards!"

She had claimed to have her own class, but she already knew everything she needed... Her wristband was designated as the Mommy band, and it would give her anything she wanted here; his was the Baby, and it was the key the whole thing. If the people wearing those wanted to do any of the more mature things here, like wear more grown-up clothes, or eat anything better than baby food, or get into the bathrooms, they'd have to earn their stars, and, ideally, by doing so, they'd realize that diapers weren't so bad.

And, if not... The girl almost felt bad, knowing that, at some point in the orientation, he was going to get a chip implanted in his neck without him knowing. Or, if he left before it happened, the facility would find some other time, and way, to do it. It could be harmless, if everything went according to plan...

Or, if he refused to participate, or his Mommy decided he hadn't progressed as far as she liked, she could, at any point, activate it. The facility recommended waiting until the end of the stay, so that the Mommy, or Daddy, could discuss it with the director, but, from what she'd heard, most people didn't wait that long.

If it was what their Mommies or Daddies wanted, babies always left here loving their diapers... Whether it was naturally, or thanks to the chip wiping away their inhibitions, turning them into the horny diaper lovers their new caretakers thought they should be. The changes could even extend to their physical forms, to some degree, making them smaller, or bigger, enhancing or reducing parts of their body... That would be especially helpful now, since she wanted her boyfriend to be a sissy baby. Just a few button presses, and she could expand his breasts, shrink his penis, make him smaller than her... And make him love his diapers so much, that he didn't care about any of it. And then, when the trip was over, she'd have full control to change him back, if she wanted, or keep him that way for as long as she desired.

She smiled, looking around at all the happy, frolicking babies around her, and the even happier Mommies and Daddies watching them. Soon enough, she thought, that was going to be her and her boyfriend... Or, rather, her baby girl. And what could be a better gift than that? She certainly couldn't think of one... It was definitely all she wanted for Christmas this year.