Christmas Presents (Patreon)

"Come on, Iris, it's time to open presents!"

Iris groaned, rolling over to look at her clock. What a role-reversal this was, she thought, a yawn escaping her mouth before she could get her brain to start working well enough to form any words. She could remember when she was younger, waking up this early to pad into her parents' bedroom, ask them if she could finally see what was in those boxes she'd been staring at under the tree for weeks... And whatever else Santa had brought her in the night. Now, it was her parents getting her up.

It's not that she wasn't excited for it... It was always nice to get gifts, of course. Now that she was a high school senior, however, an adult, it had been quite a while since she'd gotten anything that amazing for Christmas... She was still grateful to get anything, but the big, fancy gifts were generally reserved for younger kids, ones small enough to still believe in Santa.

And littles, obviously, though that was kind of the same thing. She'd heard a rumor that most littles never stopped thinking Santa was real, which was absolutely precious... She hadn't asked any yet, afraid that she might phrase it wrong, give them a reason to doubt, which she certainly didn't want to do, but, given everything else she did know about them, it didn't exactly surprise her.

"Okay," she yawned again. "I'm up..." Whatever it was that had her parents worked up enough to make them come into her room now must be good. She wasn't sure what it could be... She'd already saved up enough to buy her own car, as old and clunky as it was, and, in her bleary, half-awake state, she couldn't think of much else would elicit this response. She'd expected a lot of stuff for the dorm room she'd be moving into next year, but that wasn't really worthy of being awake at this hour.

What could they be up to? She rolled over, getting her feet on the ground, giving a big stretch before pushing herself out of bed. "Do we have time to stop for coffee?" she teased, recalling how frustrated she'd get on Christmas morning, waiting for them to brew that for themselves, bouncing up in down in the kitchen because they didn't trust her to be able to contain herself if she was left alone under the tree, with all those presents...

"We can have that later," her mother told her, apparently not getting the joke, or too concerned with getting to whatever the gift was to notice.

"Whatever this is, you guys really didn't have to," Iris began preemptively. "I'm a grown-up now, so there's no need to go all out and... Oh, my God!"

She squealed, sounding not at all like the adult that she'd just proclaimed herself to be, as she turned the corner into the living room and saw it there, sitting under the tree. "You didn't!" she gasped, rushing forward, hardly able to believe her eyes.

There it was, staring up at the colorful ornaments and the softly blinking lights, faced away from Iris. It had long hair, so she assumed it was a girl, but it was hard to tell for sure from the back, and the outfit wasn't much help, a red and white striped onesie dotted with snowflakes, with a Peter Pan collar and what appeared to be a fake, purely aesthetic, drop-seat flap, with a teddy bear's face in the center of it. And, under that, a huge, bulky diaper, so big it peeked out from the legbands, covered in a pair of tights.

"Aww, look at her!" Iris gushed as she got closer, seeing the little's face, the chest beneath the snug onesie. Like most littles, there wasn't much there, though it was enough to confirm to her that it was a girl, and a gift tag pinned to the front of the onesie confirmed that she was, indeed for Iris. She had a little girl! "I love her so much!"

The girl finally stirred, looking away from the lights as Iris gave her a huge hug, frowning and squirming, her diaper crinkling beneath her. "W-Wait, where..?" she blinked. "Wh-What am I...?!"

"What's your name?" Iris asked.

The girl stared up at her, wide-eyed. "M-Morgan," she stammered. 

"What a pretty name!" Iris smiled. "Well, Morgan, you're in your new home! I'm going to take such good care of you!"

"B-But... I-I'm not..." Morgan appeared lost, confused, full of too many questions and protests to know which to start with... Wasn't that just so typical of littles? There was a pacifier pinned to her onesie, too, and Iris instinctively picked it up, popping it into the girl's mouth and giving it a twist to seal it in place.

"Thank you guys so much!" Iris hopped up. She hadn't even thought about it yet seriously, not knowing enough about all the paperwork she'd have to go through, but she had been feeling the desire when she saw littles out in the wild, and she had chosen a college that provided daycare services... "She's perfect! Where did you get her?"

"Oh, don't be silly," her mother said. "She's from Santa. We just saw her here when we came to fill the stockings."

"Sure," Iris rolled her eyes. "But really?"

They refused to tell her, and Morgan, of course, was in no state to give her an answer, either, whining about how she wasn't a baby if Iris removed her paci, trying in vain to peel off the little-proof tapes on her diaper to use the potty, wrinkling her nose and gagging as Iris fed her some nice baby food to help her get used to using her diapers instead... It wasn't long until Iris had forgotten all about the question in the first place, simply accepting that, wherever she'd come from, she was here now, right where she belonged.

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"Come on, you two," Shay's mother sighed. "It's Christmas Eve! Can't you just get along for a day or two?"

"No!" Patti glared. "She's in MY room! It's not fair! I don't have any space of my own, and...!"

Her father gave her a look, informing her silently that she had gone too far. "You know we're looking for a bigger place," he told her. "Your room is plenty big for an extra bed."

"But...!" She stomped her foot in annoyance when he gave her another look, shutting her down. 

"It's a lot bigger and nicer than my dorm room, and there are two of us living there," Shay shrugged.

Patti glowered at her... As if she'd needed another reminder of how unfair this all was! They were the same age, but Shay was taller than her, prettier than her, definitely looked older and more mature... And she got to go away to college, while Patti's dad had made her stay here and got to community college, at least until she knew, for sure, what she wanted to major in. 

Patti's dad and Shay's mom had just gotten married that year, and moved in together afterwards. It hadn't been too bad at first... But that was because Shay had already been at school, and hadn't been back since the wedding. Having her mom around was weird, though, since she, of course, stayed in the master bedroom, it hadn't messed things up too much.

Now that Shay was here, too, however, on Christmas break, and there was no spare bedroom to keep her in, it was getting a little tense, to say the least. "Why can't she just sleep on the couch?" Patti had asked.

"Come on, Patti," her father had replied. "The tree is in there... Don't you think that would be a distraction? Besides, you don't want her to sleep on the sofa the whole time she's here, do you?"

She hadn't... She also hadn't wanted the girl to move into her room and be there all the time, either.

"Whatever," she gave up. "I'm just going to go to bed."

"We haven't even hung up stockings yet," Shay's mom reminded her. "Or..."

"I'm going to bed!" Patti repeated, storming into her room. This wasn't how she wanted to spend her Christmas Eve... And she couldn't imagine that tomorrow was going to be much better. She flopped down on her bed and angrily scrolled through her phone, looking at pictures of other people enjoying themselves, feeling bitter until, finally, she drifted off.

She woke up in front of the tree, blinking, although, after a couple, she realized something important. "Wait," she mumbled to herself. "This isn't our tree."

"Oh, really?" She turned, barely suppressing a sigh when she saw Shay sitting there beside her. "That's what you're upset about?"

"Are you not?" Patti shot back. "Or are you just used to waking up in strange places? Do you do that much partying at school?"

Shay rolled her eyes. "Are you used to waking up in diapers? Is that what you do while you're living at home with your daddy?"

What a strange insult... Patti shook her head, not even sure how to respond to it... Until she glanced down, below the red shirt her step-sister was wearing, her own cheeks heating up in sympathy at the sight of the thick, white diaper around the girl's waist. She squirmed, heart pounding when she heard a crinkling sound, noticed something odd around her own waist...

"No way," she squeaked, not wanting to look down, to confirm it, even as she felt the warmth that was building up around her crotch, felt the slick plastic on her thighs as she adjusted her position, all of that doing the work for her, with no need to see it for herself.

They were in a strange place, looking at a strange tree... And they were both in diapers.

"What's going on?!" Patti gasped. She hadn't consciously perceived the furry thing under one of her hands, though, instinctively, she pulled it up to her chest, gave it a hug. When she peered down to see what it was, she whimpered, catching a glimpse of white plastic on herself for the first time, the teddy bear she was clutching just making the garment look more appropriate on her. She did feel a little better seeing that Shay had a blanket clutched in one of her hands.

"Shh!" Shay hissed. "Be quiet! We don't know where we are... We don't want to attract any attention until we know what's going on..."

"I know what's going on," Patti replied. "I'm getting out of this..." she turned bright red, unable to say the word, "this thing!"

Besides their festive, red shirts, they were also in red and white striped knee-high stockings, and not much else, which was going to make things awkward once she had the diaper off, but that would still be better than staying in it... Now that she knew it was there, she was certain she could feel the heat building up, trapping in those layers of padding and plastic, making her feel sweaty and uncomfortable... And oh, so babyish. It barely helped that Shay was in one, too, when Patti already felt more childish than her step-sister most of the time.

She didn't get any relief from that feeling here. "What the...?" she frowned, tugging at the diaper's tape. "It's stuck!"

"Seriously?" Shay snorted. "You really are a baby, aren't you?" 

"Try it!" Patti insisted, yanking again with all of her might. "They won't budge!" Shay reached over, pinching the tape between her fingers, a part of Patti knowing that she would be able to do it easily, proving once more how much more mature she was... Patti wasn't sure if it was better or worse to have her difficulties validated by Shay also being unable to remove the tape. "Wh-What about yours?"

Shay tried her own tapes, to the same effect. If she had to be trapped in her diaper, she was glad Shay was, too... But, that wasn't much comfort. "Where are we?" she asked, climbing to her feet, surprised at how much the extra bulk forced her thighs apart as she inspected the tree, searching for some indication of what was happening.

"I bet our parents are doing this as some sort of a way to teach us a lesson," Shay said, "since you were acting like such a brat tonight."

"I am not a brat!" Patti fumed, stomping her foot, realizing, by the smirk Shay gave her, that she definitely looked like one, throwing a fit as she stood there in her diaper, holding a teddy bear.

"I don't know why I'm here, too, though," Shay continued, as if her first conclusion had to be right. "Wait, who are these presents for?" She bent down to examine the tags on the boxes under the tree, while Patti, still annoyed, went back to looking at the tree. "They're all addressed to the same person, and I don't know who that is... There isn't even anything under here for us... Except..."

"Hey!" Patti yanked her hand back as Shay snatched at the teddy bear.

"That's mine!" Shay told her. "Look, my name is on it! This blanket is yours!"

"Well, I have it now, so it's mine," Patti huffed. "That's not important now anyway, we..."

"You're just saying that because you don't want to give it back," Shay glared. She grabbed for the bear again, and Patti pulled it away. It had been a nice comfort to her here... And there was something satisfying about having something of Shay's and not giving it back, like Shay had taken half of her bedroom... "Give it!" Shay took Patti by surprise, grabbing her by the shirt and dragging her to the floor, the fall stunning Patti long enough to allow Shay to get her hands on the teddy bear.

Patti didn't let go, however, the two of them wrestling on the floor, diapers crinkling, hurling insults at one another, forgetting all about where they were, what they were wearing, what was going on, until...

"What's going on in here?!" 

They both froze, looking up, both of their diapers growing a bit warm at the sight of a giant woman standing there, arms folded, staring down at them. "Well, well, well," the woman grinned, kneeling down in front of them. "Looks like I got my Christmas wish... Two little babies... And ones that need lots and lots of discipline to learn to be well-behaved. What could be more fun than that? Now, little ones... Since you woke me up so early, and were fighting, which punishment do you want to start with? The spankings, or the enemas?"

The step-sisters looked at one another, all their past arguments seeming like ancient history now, both of them simply grasping the bear for comfort as they faced the beginning of what their new lives together was going to be.

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"I'll be home as soon as I can," Jake had told her when he left for work that morning.

"Great," Deidre had replied, giving him a kiss. "I'll have a nice Christmas surprise waiting for you."

"Oh, my," he'd wiggled his eyebrows.

She'd known it wouldn't be for a while... As a doctor, his work didn't really take a break, even on Christmas Eve. She got ready for the next day, then, when it was getting close to when he might be home, she changed into the first of his presents, though it was a bit of a cheat to call it that... When she'd picked out the lingerie, she'd gotten it because it made her feel - and look, of course - good, too, so she was going to get something out of it, too. She had no doubt, however, that he would enjoy it, finding her lounging around the house, waiting for him like that, ready to give him a Christmas Eve treat.

Unfortunately, she knew there was a good chance it wouldn't work out that way, and, sure enough, as the evening wore on, there was no sign of him, and, eventually, she found herself curling up on the sofa, taking a little nap so that she'd be ready for him.

That, perhaps, the expectation of being woken up before long, was what helped her to hear the sound of something sliding down the chimney, of boots walking across the living room floor, and the slight jangling of jingle bells. She stayed quiet as she felt a pair of hands around her waist, smiling sleepily to herself, thinking Jake was carrying her to bed, imagining surprising him once they were there...

But that wasn't what happened at all. There was a strange whooshing sensation, and then she was being laid down on something that was certainly not her bed, that gave off an odd crinkling noise as she shifted her weight on it. Only then did she recognize that his hands had felt like they were wearing gloves, that, in his arms, she'd smelled a scent of cinnamon and peppermint...

She opened her eyes to find Santa standing over her, holding something white and fluffy and crinkly. Her heart pounded as she stared up at him, unable to believe her eyes, or the fact that she knew, somehow, that this was, indeed, him, not some weirdo dressed up in his costume. He was gigantic, far bigger than any person she'd ever seen before, looking hardly big enough to fit into her living room, much less down her chimney...

And yet, she wasn't in her living room, was she? She managed to pry her eyes off of him, to glance around, seeing immediately that she was in a place she'd never seen before, lying on top of what appeared to be a changing mat, as Santa carefully unfolded the item in his hands, Deidre's heart beating faster still as she realized what it was. 

As he turned away from it, looking down at her, she closed her eyes, pretending to be asleep, but of course that didn't work. "Oh, ho ho," he chuckled. "Awake, are you, Deidre?"

"Y-Yes," she admitted, eyes fluttering open, just as unsurprised that he knew her name as she'd been that he'd known she wasn't sleeping. "Wh-What is... Wh-Where am I?"

"Well, Deidre, you're helping me with a little problem," Santa told her. "You see, I have so many people in this world, asking me for a certain gift, and so few places here to get them... So, I've had to start looking... other places."

"What... What kind of gift?" Deidre asked, gulping, as he lifted her legs by the ankles, sliding the diaper beneath her bottom, answering the question for her. "B-But I don't..."

"Shh," he stroked her hair, gently slid her panties down, Deidre blushing as she felt the soft, cushy embrace of the diaper on her bare backside instead. "I'm afraid I can only worry about what the people in my world want... Your wishes are the concern of your Santa."

"Y-You can't..." Deidre whimpered, watching helplessly as the giant, jolly man started to tape her into the diaper, proving her wrong before she could even finish the sentence. "I-I don't..."

"Enough time in this place, and you will need them," Santa promised, as if that made it better. "And I think you'll learn to enjoy them, too. I'll give you some help with that, little one... It should be easier with you, since you're here alone, without anyone else to distract you. And I promise, you're going to make someone here very, very happy."

Deidre blushed, squirming, feeling the diaper crackling beneath her as Santa sat her up, staring straight at the Christmas tree she had just been diapered beneath. "Just stare into the ornament," he instructed, pointing to one of the hanging balls with his gloved hand. "Look at the reflection of the baby there..."

The next thing she knew, it was Christmas morning... And she was the present, though not in the way she'd been planning with Jake.