Invasion of the Diaper Elves: Introduction (Patreon)

Warning: The following story contains virtually no AB/DL elements, hardly any hypnosis, nary a trace of weight gain, iq reduction, transformation, or any other fetishes. Although it might have. Reader discretion is probably unnecessary.

Mrs. Danika Davis tossed and turned in her bed. It was late July, and the night was swelteringly hot. Her air conditioning was out, and the earliest it could be repaired was next week. A fan and an open window just weren't doing it for her.

She alternated between throwing her blankets aside and pulling them over herself, inevitably decided that, against all logic, each position wads more uncomfortable than the other. She drifted in and out of half-consciousness, tormented by semi-formed thoughts and images that never quite congealed into dreams. She was miserable, and the prospect of getting up and going to work in only a handful of hours made it even worse.

A noise disturbed her already-disturbed sleep. She ignored the sound at first. Probably a gust of much-needed wind had blown in through the window. Then more sounds followed. The squeak of a cupboard being opened. The soft pattering of feet across a floor. She lived alone, her children were grown and her husband was long gone. As she sat up in bed and rubbed at her eyes, she wondered if a raccoon had or astray cat had wondered in. She might have felt frightened, but after failing so badly to fall asleep, she was actually grateful for an excuse to get up.

The noises continued as she threw on a housecoat and searched around for something she could use as a weapon. It never really occurred to her that it might be a burglar. Her neighborhood was very peaceful, if not particularly wealthy. As quietly as she could, she slid the door open and crept into the hallway. She found that her eyes quickly adjusted to the darkness. In truth, the house was relatively well-lit: not enough to read by, but enough to walk around without bumping into the walls. She decided that it must be a full moon.

She saw something move in the dimly-lit kitchen. A faint glow drifted past her vision. She froze, suddenly uncertain. Had it been a flashlight? Maybe there was someone there. She wondered if she shouldn't call the police. Her cellphone was on the charger back in her room. Trying not to make a sound or even breathe, she slowly turned around, intending to retreat back into her room.

“Hey look!” said a high-pitched feminine voice behind her. She squeaked in surprise and terror. “It's a lady! Hello, lady!”

In the hallway behind her was a young woman in her early twenties. She had smooth tan skin, short-cropped black hair, and eyes so intensely blue that they seemed to glow in the darkness. She wore a dark blue tank top and skirt with long socks, so that her belly and upper thighs were exposed. Her ears were long and pointed, sticking up from her head like a rabbit's. She had no shoes, which was only natural, since her feet weren't touching the ground. She hovered in mid-air. A bluish light emanated from under her skirt, as she had an LED taped to her panties.

Danika stared at the intruder. She had to be dreaming she decided. The thing that really frightened her, though, was the look in the woman's eyes. So relaxed, so blissfully happy. It was as though Danika herself were just a character in a nice dream that this young woman was having.

“What a nice lady! I wonder if she can talk?” said another voice behind her. She turned. Two more of them were hovering there. One was dressed in cheerleader's outfit, and had her hair in pigtails. Another had long, smooth black hair, had a somewhat larger bust than the others, and was dressed in blue pajamas. Everything else about them was the same. Same pointed ears, same legs that didn't quite make it all the way to the floor, same eerie glow, same dreamy expression.

Danika hesitantly raised a hand in greeting. “H-hello.”

“Hiii!” greeted the long-haired one.

“We like you!” said the one with pigtails.

“What's your name, nice lady?” said the one behind her.

She turned awkwardly. She felt surrounded, because she was surrounded. “Danika.”

“That's a cute name!” said the one with pigtails.

“It's great to meet you, Danika!” said the one in pajamas.

“Do you wanna be our friend, Danika?” said the one with short hair.

Danika was getting more frightened the more friendly her intruders acted. She had notion of what was about to happen, or what to expect. Were these things fairies, or vampires, or demons, or what? She wasn't even sure if she was asleep or awake.

“Umm...I'm not sure.” she said, hoping against hope that this wasn't an incredibly stupid thing to say.

The dreamy smiles didn't falter. “Oh, I understand!” said the one in pajamas.

“You're scared! That is so cute!” said the short-haired one.

“Don't be scared. I know what'll help you relax!” said the one with pigtails. She grabbed the hem of her pleated skirt and gently pulled it up. Underneath, Danika saw the source of the eerie blue light. The levitating woman was wearing a thick, disposable diaper. Its glossy pastic surface glowed from within, casting bluish glow across the hallway. Danika's eyes were drawn in the strange object. Why on earth was she wearing a diaper? Why was that fact so much weirder than all this floating and glowing business? And why couldn't she look away?

“See? This is my diaper! Isn't it pretty?” asked the woman, still holding her skirt.

Danika felt her head nod up and down, her eyes never leaving the diaper.

“You're not scared any more! Everything is doing fine! You can be happy now!” the one with the pigtails informed her.

Just like that, Danika felt her fears evaporate. Her shoulders relaxed; her breathing became normal. She knew that the creature had put some kind of spell on her. She knew that she ought to be frightened. But that didn't change the fact that she was now perfectly calm, even happy. She still wasn't sure whether she was asleep or awake, but the question had completely lost all sense of urgency. The one with pigtails let her skirt drop back down over the thick, glowing diaper, but Danika still stood completely unconcerned, a faint smile beginning to play on her lips.

“There! Doesn't that feel so much better?” asked the one in pajamas.

Danika nodded. It really did.

“Awesome!” said the one behind her. She turned, just in time for to see the one with short-cropped hair flying toward her. There was room for her to pass on either side, or sail clean over her head, but the floating creature chose to drift just over Danika's head. Danika felt the woman's shirt, skin, skirt, and then legs gently rub the top of her head as she passed over. She could tell by the feel that this one was also thickly diapered. As the woman assumed a position next to her friends, Danika reflected that she ought to feel mad about about the intrusion into her personal space. For that matter, she ought to feel mad about the intrusion into her home. She didn't, though.

“Good. You just have to answer one question for us.” said the one who had just passed over.

“A really important question.” said the the one in pajamas.

“The most important question!” said the one with pigtails.

Danika just stared at them, feeling very calm.

The three floating apparitions looked at each other, and giggled. Then they looked back to her.

“Do you...have...any...” began the one with pigtails.'

“Black licorice?” finished the one in pajamas. Her grin was positively manic.

Danika stood silently for a moment. She had no idea what she had expected, but she was sure this wasn't it.

“Uhh...yah I do.” she said simply.

“You do?” said the one with short hair, looking very excited.

“Really?” said the one with pigtails.

“Yah.” said Danika. It was the truth. In the cupboard, tucked away behind the flour and the baking soda (out of sight, out of mind) was a small stash of Twizzler black licorice ropes.

“Show us!” said the one with short hair, grabbing her wrist.

“Take us to it!” said the one with pigtails, grabbing her other wrist.

Feeling utterly adrift, Danika led her three captors into the kitchen, pulled aside her baking supplies, and retrieved the candy. It was opened, but still better than half full, with a little alligator clip to keep it fresh.

“Yes!” said the one with pajamas.

“Score!” said the one with pigtails.

“We go black lick-rish! We got black lick-rish!” chanted the short haired one happily. She opened the package and distributed the precious loot equally among her colleagues.

Danika could do nothing but stare as her three captors feasted and cellebrated. They swam through the air, did little backflips and pirouettes, and spun one another around like ballerinas, all the while chewing their hard-won loot, casting their eerie lights upon the walls and ceiling, and laughing joyfully. Danika thought that as dreams go, this wasn't terrible. As realities go...maybe not so great. Still, she certainly wasn't about to do anything that might upset these strange beings.

Soon, the last of the licorice had been eaten. The three creatures gathered around her.

“Thank you, Danika!” said the one with pigtails.

“I knew you were nice!” said the one with pajamas.

“Do you want to come with us, Danika?” asked the one with short hair. “You'd get to fly around at night like us, and search the world for black licorice, and a nice, cushy diaper all the time! What do you say?”

Danika was flummoxed. If she hadn't been enchanted with blissful calm, she might have been too frightened to speak. Instead, she simply said “Um...Sorry girls. I don't think so.”

They didn't seem bothered. “Oh, that's okay. We still like you.” said the short haired one.

“We'll give you nice gifts for the black licorice!” said the one with pigtails.

“Come on! We've had enough fun with her!” said the one in pajamas. “Come along, Danika. Let's put you to bed.”

She took Danika by the arm and led her gently back to her room. Danika felt no urge to resist, so she didn't. The younger woman pulled aside her blanket, and gently guided her into bed. Once Danika was comfortably in position, the strange creature pulled down her pajama bottoms, allowing the faint light of her diaper to spill across Danika's face.

“Nighty-night, Danika. You're gonna fall asleep now. You're gonna have a very deep, very restful sleep, without a single dream to disturb you. You're going to wake up at just the right time, no sooner, no later, feeling so refreshed and so ready for your day. Thanks again for the licorice.”

Danika remembered nothing after that, not even her head hitting the pillow.

The next morning, Danika awoke at 8:30am, on the dot. Her alarm clock hadn't gone off, or if it had, she had been too deeply asleep to hear it. It had been set for 8am, but in truth she usually just hit the snooze button a couple times anyway. She didn't feel any need to hit the snooze now. She got up and got ready for her day.

She would have been perfectly happy to dimiss her encounter with the three strange, diapered beings, but that wasn't an option. As she got ready for work, she encountered their promised gifts.

Her entire house was clean and spotless. The toilet had been scrubbed, the carpets vacuumed, the shelves dusted. Even her air conditioner was working again. Her freezer contained a stack of home-made frozen mince-meat pies. On the table was a basket of fruit: some ripe, some not. Perhaps strangest of all, sitting on the kitchen table, weighed down by a ripe satsuma, was eight-hundred dollars in untraceable bearer bonds.

Whatever else she did, Danika was certain of one thing: she was going to make sure to have a pack of black licorice in her house at all times from now on. What on earth might have happened if she hadn't had any that night? If this is what they do when they're happy, what would they do if they were mad?