The Twelve Days of Christmas (Patreon)

Here's this month's Community Story! Merry Christmas!

It started out simply enough, easy enough to ignore, besides, of course, the inherent creepiness of waking up to find something in her house that hadn't been there the night before. Ramona checked her video doorbell's footage, searched all her windows and doors for a sign of a break-in, or just being left open or unlocked to let someone in, but it was like the thing had just appeared out of nowhere, sitting proudly in the middle of her living room.

One pink potty chair.

It had to have been a mistake, obviously, and, while she didn't know how it had happened, she felt guilty at the thought of throwing it out. Somebody had bought that for someone... Maybe it had even been a Christmas present for some little girl, and whoever had left it here was going to come back and get it, apologizing profusely for... however they'd gotten in to leave it there. Ramona didn't particularly care about Christmas - she was the only house on the street that didn't have any decorations, any lights - but that didn't mean she wanted to ruin it for someone else for no reason.

So she left it alone, waiting to hear the chime of her doorbell, curious to find out the story when whoever had put it there came to retrieve it. And, strangely, whenever she walked past the living room from her home office, on her way to get something from the kitchen, she couldn't help feeling her eyes being drawn to it, a tiny twinge building in her bladder...

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The second day didn't clear things up any... The culprit still hadn't noticed their mistake, apparently. Ramona's patience was wearing thin, and she was tempted to let the mystery go, set the potty chair out by the curb, to make it easier for them to find... Or for the garbageman to take away the next day if that didn't happen.

She wasn't sure why she didn't, exactly. She told herself it was a security issue, that she should talk to them, find out how they'd gotten into her house without leaving any trace, but was that really all it was? As she sat and ate her lunch in the living room, as usual, her gaze kept returning to it, the news far harder to pay attention than normal, and when she'd gone up to go to the bathroom, she had taken a step towards the chair unconsciously, blushing at her mistake and laughing it off.

But that wasn't the worst of it... That didn't come until she took her shower that evening, and, wrapped in her towel, opened up her dresser, expecting a whole drawer full of underwear and bras, same as ever... 

Two cutesy panties.

That was what was in there instead. Two pairs of panties that looked like they belonged to a four year old - like, perhaps, the kind of person who might need that potty chair in her living room - not a grown woman like herself. 

She, of course, hadn't been happy about that, but, again, there was no evidence of a break-in. She'd checked the windows and doors again, and even the closets and under the bed in her room and the guest room, and there was nothing there, nobody... And no hint of her missing panties. Reluctantly, she'd picked up one of the pairs from the drawer, groaning at the sight of the thick cotton, the bubblegum pink trim, the teddy bear blazoned across the back, and, with no better options, put them on. 

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The next day was when she noticed some other strange happenings, starting with her closet. "Do I really need to get all of my jackets washed already?" she wondered, thumbing through her clothes, pausing with a blush at the sight of a frilly, puffy-sleeved dress. "Didn't I get rid of this?" She could have sworn she had... A long, long time ago... Yet, here it was.

And, in her frantic search for an intruder the night before, she had, apparently, not bothered to shut the door to her guest room, or the door to the closet, letting her see right in as she passed by, and spot something on the top shelf that she had missed yesterday. "Maybe someone else is here," she mused. "Clearly, I'm not very observant..."

Hadn't she donated all of this stuff years ago? There was no way she'd moved here with it... Apparently she hadn't, so she'd have to find the time to do that now, probably after the holidays. For the time being, she'd leave it alone...

Or not. She couldn't help feeling a little lonely as she worked that day, and, as silly as it was, the only solution she could come up with was to trot to the guest room, and fetch one of her old teddy bears from the closet, setting it up on her desk, out of the view of her webcam, which she'd meticulously angled to hide the printed, ruffled skirt she'd picked, out of all the clean clothes she had left, resolving to make a trip to the dry cleaners that afternoon. Instead, at lunch, she saw something else, something new, sitting on her coffee table.

Three coloring books.

"Seriously?!" she fumed. It really did seem like she should call the police, or somebody.... But, other than her vanishing underwear, nothing was being taken, just given, even if they were things she didn't want, or need...

Or did she? The news was more difficult to concentrate on today, and, after finishing up her food, she couldn't stop herself from picking up one of the coloring books, taking a peek inside... And then, she decided she had time to color just one picture, for old times' sake.

The next thing she knew, she was sprawled out on the rug, coloring away, giggling to herself, and to the teddy bear she'd brought along for company, not realizing how late it had gotten until she felt the pain in her bladder. She gasped, stumbling to her feet, not sure she had time to make it to the bathroom, blushing as she made a snap decision, shuffling towards the potty chair, shedding her skirt... Even as close as it was, unfortunately, she was still too late.

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It had been too late, by the time she snapped out of it, and got herself cleaned up, to think about going to get her grown-up suits washed, so she was determined to do it the next morning, only to be foiled by something else entirely, when she opened up her cabinets to grab a mug for her coffee. Like with her underwear a couple days before, all of her normal cups were gone, and in their place...

Four sippy cups.

That was it. Four plastic, pastel-colored sippy cups, clearly the kind meant for small children, and not suited for hot drinks at all. "Ugh!" she whined, stomping her foot in frustration, her lack of vessel to drink her coffee from not helping in the slightest, getting her day off to a very bad start.

She did not get moving quickly enough to go to the dry cleaners, and she was grumpy through all of her video calls, sulking and grousing at everyone. The only thing that made her feel better was going back to her coloring books... And that ended abruptly, too, when she finished up a page and proudly lifted it up to show her teddy bear, and realized she was lying on her tummy in the middle of a puddle.

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It was in her own bed, under her own covers, yet it still felt wrong, going to bed with no underwear on... Ramona hadn't exactly had a choice, however, considering her big girl panties were long gone, and she'd had accidents in both of the pairs of kiddy ones that had shown up.

She really was going to get up early, get moving, take her laundry in, go shopping for new undies... She had to, at this point. Maybe, as crazy as it might make her sound, she ought to stop by the police station, too. Obviously, someone was getting into her house, whether she could explain how or not. They hadn't taken much, but that didn't change how weird and creepy this was.

When she woke up, though, none of that felt as urgent... She blinked and yawned, rolling over, feeling her nightshirt shifting, sliding across her body, very clearly over top of something else. Had it all been a dream, she wondered? She had panties on, so it must have been...

But... They weren't panties, were they? The longer she laid there, wiggling her bottom, the less they felt like it, the thicker they were than even the childish cotton ones she'd had for the last few days, the slicker the outsides felt against her thighs, the more she noticed a faint crinkling coming from them...

"No!" she sniffed, throwing her blankets aside, seeing a pair of Pull-Ups staring back at her. This couldn't be right! She knew she hadn't put those on, hadn't seen them outside of commercial on TV for years... And she definitely didn't need them! She was a grown-up! She was potty trained!

The accidents she'd had the past couple days disagreed with that, however... She didn't like that they'd appeared on her this way, but it was difficult to say, truthfully, that it might not be a good idea for her to wear them... She whimpered, cuddling with the teddy bear she'd brought to bed with her, not recognizing that her thumb was creeping up towards her mouth as she padded over to her dresser, opening up the top drawer with trepidation, finding four more in there.

Five pairs of Pull-Ups.

She didn't like it... But, if anything, it was how few they were that really scared her.

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Ramona squirmed in her office chair, doing her very best to stay still, and keep her hands firmly clamped to the desk in front of her after the incident yesterday, where one of her colleagues had asked her if she was sucking her thumb, the question the only thing that had made her realize she was doing it. 

She almost wondered if they could be behind it, if this was all some elaborate set-up to make her look bad, to ensure Ramona wouldn't be promoted over them... Especially when, that morning, she'd found an oversized, white pacifier sitting on her desk, mocking her. Instantly, she'd picked it up, ready to throw it into the trash - pacifiers were for babies, after all! - but, instead, holding it in her hand... Well, she couldn't quite help herself.

As humiliating as it had been, she had felt much better while she was sucking her thumb, and the nipple on the paci looked even more inviting... "Don't judge me," she'd ordered her teddy, popping the pacifier into her mouth, reasoning that it would only be for a second, just to see...

She regretted it as soon as she heard the alarm go off, warning her of her first meeting, and she realized she'd been sitting there, contentedly sucking on her paci, and doing nothing else, the whole time. She reluctantly removed the pacifier and set it aside, doing her best to concentrate on her monitor when all she wanted to do was grab her paci again, fidgeting in her seat... And feeling a squishiness in her Pull-Ups that had definitely not been there before...

"S-Sorry," she told her boss when it was her time to make her presentation. "I-I've just been busy, and..."

"It's all right," the woman said. "It's the holidays, we're all busy. We can pick it up after the new year."

What a relief, Ramona thought, that this was the last day before the holiday break... It nearly felt like she was going through withdrawals when her paci was out of her mouth, and, as soon as her camera was off, it went back in. She didn't keep track, exactly, though, if she'd had to guess, by the end of the day, she would have said she'd had about...

Six hours with paci.

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"What is this?!" Ramona gasped, opening her eyes to the sight of bars, stretching up all around her. She sat up, wrinkling her nose at the sensation of a cool, damp squish in the seat of her training pants as she looked at the crib she had, apparently, been sleeping in.

"I-I didn't..." she shook her head, her brain feeling a bit foggy, unsure of itself. "I-I didn't go to sleep in this..." But... If someone was doing this, was breaking in and changing things around, how could they possibly had switched out her bed on her without her waking up?! And, perhaps more importantly, how had they made her wet her bed?! She hadn't done that in a very, very long time, and yet, she knew her Pull-Ups had been dry when she fell asleep, and now, they definitely weren't...

Her wardrobe had gone through another change, too... Or was she just digging deeper back? There were even more childish dresses now, footed sleepers, onesies... She didn't recall moving with those... But she also didn't think she could remember having a time when they actually fit her, so why would she have? These looked every bit as big as her other clothes, somehow...

She was too scared to try any of them on, and too scared to venture outside her house, to see if she could find someone to help her, or tell her what was going on. It was much better to stay in, suck her paci, color some more, until she felt her eyelids growing heavy. She didn't even think of sleeping in the guest room instead before tucking herself into the crib, peering out, shocked to discover how early it was... And how exhausted she was anyway. Crazy as it was for someone her age, it looked like she now had a...

Seven o'clock bedtime.

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"That looks cozy," she told one of her teddy bears from around her paci, pointing to one of the onesies she'd been too shy to try yesterday. She wasn't sure why, but today it definitely seemed more inviting... And, indeed, when she pulled it on, snapped it into place, it felt nice, like a warm hug all over, especially the trainers it was holding snug to her crotch.

She didn't know what she wanted for breakfast, but her tummy was rumbling, so she dragged her teddy with her to the kitchen, staring listlessly into her pantry for a moment, rejecting everything there. She didn't feel like dragging her footstool over so she could reach the higher cabinets, where all the cereal was, so she pulled open the fridge.

And there they were. A part of her wanted to reject them, like she had with the sippy cups, or be freaked out to find they were already loaded with something... But that didn't stop her from grabbing one, popping the nipple into her mouth, starting to suck, the way her time with her paci had trained her to do. She squealed in excitement when she tasted what was inside, certain she'd never had anything this good before. She thought it was milk, yet it was a bit too thick, too sweet... Whatever it was, it filled her up, left her satisfied... Until it was time for a snack, at which point she went in for the next one. It was a good thing for her she had all...

Eight yummy bottles.

They were so good, they made her forget everything else... She didn't even give it a second thought when she peed her pants as she had one. Or when, while she drained another, sitting on the floor, she felt her body move, raising her bottom upwards, and start to push...

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"No!" Ramona protested, though, to who she was appealing, she couldn't say, with only her stuffed animals there to see it as she stomped her feet. "No! I don't need them!" That didn't change the fact that they were there, however, piled high along one wall of her bedroom, taunting her.

Nine packs of diapers.

That was so many! And she didn't even need any of them, which made the whole thing all the more insulting! Sure, she might be wearing her last Pull-Up now, and it might be soggy from overnight... And sure, she might have used all the rest, too, including the one she'd pooped in yesterday while she had her bottle... But she wasn't a baby! Diapers were for babies!

Unfortunately, her underwear drawer remained steadfastly empty, and she still hadn't done anything about her laundry, so there were no clean panties to wear... And, given her track record lately, she didn't think she could trust herself in them anyway.

"Oh!" she sniffled as she sat down on the diaper, feeling how it was even bulkier, even crinklier, than her Pull-Ups, instantly making her feel like even more of a little kid. "This isn't fair!" The diaper gave her quite the waddle, too, as she sulkily trudged to the kitchen, glad to see the bottle back in place, refilled. 

She paused, however, the pacifier she'd plucked from her lips in one hand, bottle in the other, teddy seated on the floor behind her to watch, since she didn't have enough hands to hold him, too, knowing that it was going to be hard to resist spending her day drinking her milk and coloring pictures, just like she had the day before, until she fell asleep at seven... "Wh-What is happening to me?" she wondered out loud, the thick diaper around her waist making this feel so much more real, more messed up...

She was an adult! This wasn't how she was supposed to be spending her holiday break! But... That milk really was so delicious... Her stomach growled, staring at it... Surely one little sip wouldn't hurt anything...

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"I hafta be a big girl today," Ramona told herself when she woke up in a soaked diaper. "I hafta stop it."

That was hard to do, surrounded as she was by baby toys. When had they shown up? Her bedroom was starting to look more like a nursery now, and it scared her that she wasn't sure if it had all happened overnight, or if it had been happening over the past couple days, and she hadn't noticed. There was, however, one big thing there that she was positive was new, that kept drawing her attention to it, no matter how hard she tried to ignore it.

She wasn't going to go to the kitchen, wasn't going to have a bottle, no matter how good they were, wasn't going to let them start that vicious cycle over again, of her drinking them, feeling so comfy and content, and going to color, or play with her new toys, until she was hungry again... That was what babies did, and she wasn't a baby. She was a big girl!

But the rocking horse was so big, so pretty... She could remember wanting one when she was younger, begging her parents for it, never getting it... And here it was, sitting in her bedroom, waiting for her...

She knew that she had to get outside to do anything about what was going on in her house, was searching through her closet for an outfit that wouldn't make her look too much like a giant toddler, having found a t-shirt so far, and nothing else, hoping that, maybe, there was a pair of shortalls where the snaps on the crotch weren't too obvious, or a jumper with a skirt long enough to keep her diaper hidden. Every few moments, however, she'd stop, sneak a peek at the rocking horse, then, red-faced, turn back to the closet.

Finally, it was too much for her. She waddled over to it, reaching out one shaking hand to touch it, in awe, and then another, pulling herself over the saddle, squealing as her padded bottom landed on the hard, wooden saddle. That was good enough, she told herself. She didn't need to go any further...

But the handles were right there, so close... Her hands closed over them, and she leaned her weight forward, cheeks darkening as she felt herself slide forward, diaper crinkling, rubbing against her... And then she rocked backwards, did it again, toes curling in her fuzzy socks.

She hadn't felt like this in a long time, and never this intense... A part of her knew she shouldn't do it, though she wasn't sure if it was because it was naughty, or for some other reason. All she knew was how amazing it was, how much she wanted to keep it going. She'd wanted to be a big girl today, and this was making her feel very much like a big girl.

Ten horsey rocks.

That was all it took, and it was over, the orgasm rippling through her, leaving her moaning, gasping for air, her mission for the day completely forgotten. As she toddled to the kitchen for something to drink, a silly, satisfied smile plastered across her face, she was certain she'd already accomplished it, after all... Only big girls got to do what she'd just done, so she must be a big girl. Why not celebrate with a nice, yummy bottle?

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Ramona didn't have any kids, or any younger cousins, no babysitting experience... She had felt like there was something missing from her room, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it, not until it showed up on the morning of Christmas Eve, the remainder of her nine packs of diapers loaded onto its shelves, fully stocked and ready to go.

A changing table. For as grown-up as her horsey had made her feel yesterday, seeing that in her room now made her feel the opposite as she stared at it through the bars of her crib, nursing her pacifier. People who had changing tables had them because they needed to be changed... Because they needed their diapers.

But that wasn't her! Right? Maybe she'd had a few accidents, when she was drinking her bottles, or coloring, or playing with her toys... She could use the potty if she wanted to, though! She was more than capable of that!

Except... When was the last time she actually had? Concentrating on anything was getting to be so difficult lately... The real, grown-up potty was in the bathroom, but it always felt so far away... Her potty was still there, waiting in the living room, yet if she was coloring in there, she was usually distracted, and not thinking about using it. She had her diapers, after all, and that was what they were for! She didn't have to stop playing if she used them!

She didn't trust herself to remember for the whole day, so she kept track on the bottom of one of the pages of her coloring book, making a mark for each time she climbed up onto her changing table for a fresh diaper. It wouldn't be that many, she was sure, and that would prove that she wasn't so much of a baby that she needed the changing table in the first place, or her crib, or her diapers... She might not mind keeping her rocking horse, though.

Eleven diaper changes.

She had to count four times, sometimes because she got her numbers mixed up, but also because she didn't believe it. Considering how early her bedtime was, how thick her diapers were, how much they could hold, how could she possibly go through eleven diapers in a single day?!

There was just one explanation, really... She must, in fact, be a baby after all.

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Ramona was only faintly aware of the fact that it was Christmas day... She'd had no plans, even before any of this had started, and, to her, it was another day off in her holiday break, nothing more.

She should do something, should take the knowledge she'd gained yesterday of how far she'd fallen, of how little control she had, and let that motivate her to find a way to put a stop to all this... Her horsey sounded more fun, however, and that was what was really concerned with - having as much fun as she could. 

That was so forefront in her mind, in fact, that, mid-search, she forgot about finding pants to go over her diaper, bored with the futility of it, waddling over in her shirt and diaper, and staying that way for the rest of the day. That was what she was wearing, as she laid on the floor of the living room, paci in mouth, when her front door opened.

Ramona looked up, blushing, tugging self-consciously on her shirt as she saw another woman breeze in as if she owned the place, bag slung over her shoulder. "Wh-Who are you?" Ramona asked from the floor, not even thinking to take her pacifier out first, or to stand.

"Oh, sweetie," the woman clicked her tongue, shaking her head. "How long have you been in that messy diaper, silly?"

"I-I'm not..." Ramona shook her head, eyes widening at the impertinence of this woman as she knelt down, one hand pushing aside Ramona's shirt, the other planting itself on the seat of her diaper. "Oh." 

Ramona squirmed, feeling the warm mush back there shift, squelching against her backside. When had that happened?! It could have been during her last bottle, she supposed, but that had been a while ago... Had she really not felt it until now, until someone else had pointed it out? Was she that used to being a baby? Or had it happened afterwards, without her noticing? Neither option spoke highly of her maturity level...

"Well, it's a good thing Mommy is always prepared!" the woman declared, setting the bag down, pulling a changing mat out of it and spreading it out in the middle of Ramona's living room, starting to change the girl right there, without so much as a pause to ask for permission.

"Wh-Who are you?!" Ramona repeated, squirming on her back, feeling so tiny, so helpless, beneath this force of a woman.

"Don't be silly," the woman told her. "I'm your Mommy!" Ramona shook her head, although it was hard to deny that it felt that way as she lay there, getting her messy bottom wiped clean by her. "I've been giving you all these presents!"

"I-I don't want them," Ramona whined.

Mommy raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure?" Ramona's face turned red, thinking of her rocking horse, and - to be honest - all the fun she'd had with the rest of it, too, as embarrassing as it was. "That's what I thought..."

"B-But I'm not a baby," Ramona protested.

"That's the problem," Mommy said, stroking Ramona's hair. "I could tell from the moment I saw your house... All the others around here looked so festive, so fun... You don't even have a Christmas tree!"

"M-Maybe I'm..." Ramona knew there were people who didn't celebrate Christmas, but, even if she could have thought of the word for them after the twelve days she'd had, being in the middle of a diaper change was too distracting.

"But you aren't, are you?" Mommy asked, blessedly cutting her off. "You just had to grow up too fast, so you don't have any memories of the true magic of Christmas... That's all right, though. We have all year to fix that, and I bet by next year, your tune will have changed."

"A-All year?" Ramona gulped, looking down to watch Mommy expertly tug at the sides of her fresh diaper, pulling it tight, sealing it into place. She couldn't stay like this for a full year!

"Of course!" Mommy smiled. "It took this long to get you ready, and it's already Christmas today, so we missed it this year... But that's all right! The more time you have to get into your new mindset, the better!"

"B-But..." Ramona whimpered, still fighting it, as much as she could, until the woman pulled her up into her lap, slipping out of her top, exposing her full breasts. Ramona wrinkled her nose, trying to squirm away, Mommy too strong for her, pushing her right up against her nipple...

And then she tasted it, realized that was the same milk she'd been drinking in her bottles, that she loved so much... And that getting it straight from the source made it, somehow, even better.

Twelve months with Mommy...

Maybe, she thought, cuddling up in the woman's arms, her new diaper already growing warm between her legs as she nursed, it wouldn't be so bad after all...