Christmas Wishes (Patreon)

Commissioned by an anonymous Patron.

Charlotte winced, already feeling the tears threatening to well up in her eyes when she saw the woman storm back into the store, knowing she must have done something wrong. "I, umm... I think I..." she stammered, looking to her manager, working the register behind her.

"You're not scheduled for a break yet," her boss rolled his eyes, clearly seeing that she was struggling to ask to step away, even if he didn't know why. "Do you not see the line?"

"S-Sorry," she said meekly. Of course she saw the line... She'd been seeing it seemingly every day for weeks now, and, somehow it never appeared to get any shorter. What had she been thinking?! She'd taken this job because she thought it would be fun - and the first month or so had been - but as soon as the Christmas season had started to loom, it had turned into a nightmare. It was no wonder she'd gotten mixed up, forgotten to hand the woman one of her bags...

A toy store, she'd assumed, must be the most magical place on earth... She'd always thought so when she was younger, on the few occasions where she actually managed to talk her mom into taking her. She could have spent hours in there, staring at all of the things on the shelves, fantasizing about taking each of them home, and how they'd fit into the hierarchy of what she already had, though that never happened, since her mom had other places to get to.

Even then, she'd been drawn to the baby toys, the ring stacking games, the blocks, the big, chunky, colorful, oversized things, made so they could be safely chewed and drooled on... She'd been embarrassed about it, pretended to shun them because she was far too old, yet she always 'accidentally' took the wrong path through the store to go past them, her heart beating a little faster when she caught a glimpse, just from the corner of her eyes.

When the dead-end office job she'd had before this had gotten to be too much for her, and she'd seen the sign in the window when she came here to comfort herself, as she had done back then, it had seemed like the perfect solution. She hadn't been making a lot at her old job, so there probably wouldn't be a huge pay cut, she'd surely get some kind of discount, and she'd get to be around the toys for as long as she wanted... Especially the baby toys. She imagined being seen as the brave one, the worker who was willing to work that aisle, which almost definitely got the most wrecked over the course of the day, considering the lack of coordination in the target audience, when, in reality, she was in heaven any time she was there, fantasizing about all of those toys being in her nursery.

Not that she had a nursery, of course... The crappy, one bedroom apartment she rented didn't have the space for that. She barely had room to stash her diapers in the closet any time the landlord, or a handyman, had to come over, something that happened far too often, since the place was practically falling apart. In a way, it was good that she could only afford a package every now and then, as a splurge, a special treat, or else she didn't know where she'd store them.

In another, it very much sucked, because she didn't think there had been a single day this December - that she'd had to work, anyway - where she hadn't wanted to slip into a diaper afterwards to make herself feel better... But she knew she couldn't. She had just a couple diapers left, and she was saving those for Christmas itself, celebrating the day by wearing the whole time, opening up some presents she'd wrapped herself of a few baby toys that she'd caught going on clearance at work.

After today, however, Charlotte had the feeling she was going to cave, and leave herself with one less diaper for Christmas... She understood the woman being upset, and she'd said as much... She'd been the only worker in the store at the time, though, her manager having clearly not expected such a huge rush as soon as the mall doors opened, and she hadn't been able to leave the register to chase the woman down to give her the bag. When she saw the woman return, she'd lifted it up, signalling that the woman could push past the rest of the line to grab it...

But that wasn't enough. The woman had chewed her out in front of everyone else waiting, told her how stupid she was to have made her come back all the way across the mall when she'd realized she didn't have everything, demanding to see her manager. Charlotte had to keep it together, since there was nobody else to run the store if she didn't, telling the woman the manager wasn't there, while she could see the rest of the line growing more impatient as she dealt with this rather than ringing them out...

She had hoped, when she told the woman when her manager would be there, that she'd decide it wasn't worth it, that she had something better to do with her day... And yet, here she was again, ready to ruin Charlotte's day one more time.

She really loved Christmas; this year was putting that to the test, however... If only she'd had someone else to share this with, who understood her, who loved her for who she was, to go home to after all this... But she knew all that would be waiting for her in her apartment was Teddy, the teddy bear she'd had since she was a baby. His name was pretty boring, though it felt wrong to change it now, when they'd been through so much together.

He'd been there with her every time she'd worn a diaper, including the last time, when, as silly as it was, she'd sat down on the floor with her crayons and wrote a letter o Santa, telling him about all those things she wanted so badly, but, seemingly, she was never going to find.

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"You just need a little," Darcy's friend had told her. "That's all this is... You have little fever. It happens to everyone!"

That was certainly the prevailing theory as to what had happened to her lately, what had sent her spiraling down into depression. And she could see where they were coming from... There was an emptiness inside her, sucking away the positivity and joy that normally exuded from her, especially this time of year, one that she thought could be filled by having someone to love, to take care of, to bring happiness to...

But was a little really the answer? They were adorable, yes, almost painfully so, and it seemed as if they did need a lot of help, with just about everything... Would she actually be making them happy, though? She'd seen plenty that would smile on command, and play with their toys when their Mommy or Daddy was watching them... She'd seen very few, however, that appeared genuinely happy, or like they weren't at least a bit terrified of their captors, no matter how long they'd been together.

And it was no surprise; more often than not, their Amazons saw them as a doll, or a fashion accessory, something they needed to complete their appearance as a successful adult, or to distract themselves from their problems by dressing them up and taking them to the park... It felt like a lot of them had forgotten that they were people.

If there was a better answer for what she was looking for, though, Darcy couldn't think of it. She did want to have someone who depended on her, who would be happy to see her when she got home, who would light up when she surprised them with a gift... Perhaps a dog would work, but that just didn't seem like enough... She wanted to be able to talk to them, too, to see what they wanted, without having to guess...

She'd been idly writing it all out, sitting in her living room, Christmas movie on in the background, trying to get her thoughts straight, hoping she could untangle it all so she could find her Christmas spirit. It didn't click until the end of the movie, when she glanced over what she'd scrawled down, how much it read like it could have been a note to Santa. 

It was very silly, but it did make her smile, adding a 'Dear Santa' to the top, slipping it into an envelope, walking down the street, snow gently falling, to drop it into a mail dropbox. Nobody would ever read it, of course, yet it felt good to put it out into the universe. It even gave her enough Christmas spirit that she decided to put up a tree. As someone who lived alone, she certainly didn't expect to find anything there on Christmas morning, though she still enjoyed having it there to look at.

When Christmas morning came around, however, there was a little something extra there for her to look at...

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Charlotte yawned and stretched, snuggling with Teddy, nuzzling up against his soft fur, resting her head on his lap, nearly going right back to sleep...

It felt so right, so comfy, that it took her a moment to notice something was different. It wasn't odd to wake up holding Teddy, certainly not today, when, the night before, she'd cried herself to sleep clutching him... But that wasn't what was going on here.

"Teddy?" she blinked, staring up at him... And up, and up... "Teddy!" she gasped, giggling to herself, eyes wide. "How did you get so big?!" He was nearly as big as she was, though it was still obviously him in ever other way, his fur the same color, and missing in the same small patches from his age, and her years of playing with him.

That wasn't all that had changed, however... She was still in her diaper, but it was undeniably soggy, a fact that was made quite evident by the onesie hugging it snugly to her body, green and red, with ruffles on the bottom, and a matching skirt. And she wasn't in her bed anymore, either... She was lying under a tree, in the corner of a huge room, the furniture all looking far too big for her.

"Teddy!" she whispered, pulling herself further up his now huge body to whisper in his tattered ear, "I think I'm a baby!" Except, that wasn't exactly it... Her body did seem a bit softer, perhaps, less developed, but there were still hints of her being an adult despite it all... And it wasn't as simple as her shrinking down, since there was no doubt this wasn't her apartment...

Maybe it shouldn't have been a surprise to see the giantess appear, yet she couldn't help - perhaps because her outfit put her so deeply into her little-space - emitting a squeal, and a fresh trickle of pee. She was even bigger than Charlotte would have expected, and more beautiful, very clearly an adult in comparison to her... "Wh-Who are you?" Charlotte asked. "Wh-Where am I? Did you bring me here? Wh-Why are you so big?!"

"Who are you?" the giant asked back. "What are you doing in my house?"

That was, thankfully, when the giant noticed the letters tucked into the boughs of her tree. "Are you Charlotte?" she glanced downwards, Charlotte nodding in response, taking the envelope addressed to her. There was one addressed to the giant - Darcy, it seemed - and one addressed to them both. Darcy sat down on the couch, inviting Charlotte to join her. Charlotte looked up at Teddy, feeling bad for leaving him behind, and not having him to keep her company with this stranger, but he was much too big to take with her.

Darcy unfolded the letter, attempted to hold it up so they could both see it, their size difference making it difficult. "Do you want...?" she blushed slightly, Charlotte nodding, letting herself be picked up, sat on the woman's lap.

'Dear Darcy and Charlotte,' it read. 'I got your letter, Darcy, and was touched by it, and when the Santa from Charlotte's world showed me hers, I thought it was beautiful as well, and that the two of you would be just right for one another. This isn't something we usually do, but it was so clear that the two of you needed one another that we decided to make an exception. Merry Christmas! Love, Santa.'

When Charlotte opened up her own envelope, she found a letter addressed to Santa, one that talked about wanting someone to truly care for, signed by Darcy... She squirmed, feeling a bit like she was invading the woman's privacy, though that was alleviated somewhat when she saw that the letter Darcy had gotten was her own, crayon-written, message to Santa.

"Well, then," Darcy spoke up, after a long moment, "I guess we should give this a try then, huh?" Charlotte nodded hesitantly, having a hard time believing this could be real, and not just a dream, giggling as Darcy bounced her on her knee. "I think the first thing we need to do is get you changed, little one!"

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It worked even better than Santa could have hoped. Darcy had enough respect for Charlotte to allow her to, now and then, act more like an adult, to keep her appreciating her time as a baby all the more, though the trip to the other dimension had done a number on her potty training, ensuring she stayed in diapers, no matter how grown-up she attempted to be... Not that she minded too much.

Charlotte, for her part, didn't have the innate fear of Amazons that so many littles did, and, in fact, loved having someone so much bigger than her to care for her, and love her. She was happy to make her opinions known, in a way that most littles might have been too nervous to do, letting Darcy know that she was doing what the girl wanted, that it wasn't just for her own benefit.

He wasn't sure why he hadn't thought of it before, really... It was a perfect solution, one that worked far better than finding littles from this world to give to the Amazons who wanted them so badly. And there were surely others like Charlotte in her world, who would enjoy their time here...

Would there be enough of them to satisfy all of the Amazons here? That he was less sure about... It was certainly possible that, with time, he'd run out of them... But that would be all right, too. They weren't from his world, after all. If he could make their Christmas wishes come true as well, it would be a nice bonus... What was more important was keeping the residents here happy, and he had a feeling they would all be quite happy with his new source for presents...

This idea was sent to me, by coincidence, the same day I wrote Christmas Presents. I thought it was funny how similar it was to what I had just written, so I asked the commissioner if they'd mind if I made it into a sort of prequel to that story, and they were fine with it. So this is kind of the innocent origins of that, and, if you haven't given it a read, go do that, to see where Santa's big idea ends up going...