The Naughty List

Chapter 1
Whole Story

It was a few days before Christmas, and the Glendale Galleria was filled with stressed parents, happy children, and a trio of drunk college girls. The leader of the pack was Tanya, who eye-flirted with every cute boy they walked past. She got a few smiles back, but most people found her off-putting, as she dressed somewhere between goth and emo, keeping her hair dyed black and her nails painted to match.

Still, she appeared almost normal when compared to her two friends, Grace and Bonnie. They had the same jet black hair, but Grace spiked hers all over, while Bonnie’s was shaved short into a fauxhawk. They would have been a spectacle even without the aid of alcohol, which made them louder and more brazen. They’d been celebrating finishing their first semester of college… barely. Grades weren’t released for another week, but they were pretty sure they had at least passed.

After some drinks, Tanya had decided they needed to go to the mall for some reason. Because it was so busy, security hadn’t noticed them. Yet.

When Tanya spotted the mall centerpiece, a winter wonderland with a big jolly Santa seated on a Christmas throne, she smiled and turned to her friends. "We should get a picture with Santa. It will be hilarious."

"I don’t know. Look at the line," Bonnie replied. She really had no desire to get a picture and thought this would be a deterrent.

"Eh, it’s moving pretty quick. Besides, what else do we have to do?" Before either of them could offer further rebuttals, Tanya marched over and joined the line. The other girls reluctantly followed. The mother in front of them gave a worried look, then positioned herself between them and her young son. The next family to get in line behind them gave the same looks of unease, especially the young mother.

"What?" Tanya demanded. She loved being confrontational.

"Nothing. Just… aren’t you a little old for this?" the mother asked meekly, not meeting Tanya’s eyes.

"It’s a free country, right?" She wasn’t expecting a response, and the mother did not give one, other than ushering her daughter closer to her side.

As they waited in line, more and more people took notice, including mall security, who kept an eye on them from a distance. Grace and Bonnie grew a bit uneasy. They saw themselves as rebels but never wanted to get in any real trouble.

"Maybe we should leave," Grace suggested. But Tanya was having none of it.

"I already know what I’m gonna do for the picture. It’s gonna be great." Neither of the girls wanted to look bad in front of her, so they stayed quiet and slowly moved through the line. As they got closer, Santa himself took notice of them. He was a portly man (no fat suit necessary) and definitely looked the part. Tanya saw him whisper something to a female elf, who then headed straight for her.

"Santa would like to speak to you," she said. Tanya looked to Grace and Bonnie, who both shrugged. She followed the elf, strutting past all the confused children and annoyed parents. The boy at the front of the line grew upset when he saw Tanya skipping him, but Santa gave him a friendly smile and a wave.

"Don’t worry, young man. I will be with you in a moment, and you can tell me everything you want for Christmas." The boy was appeased, beaming with pride that Santa had spoken directly to him. Santa turned to Tanya, who stood in front of him with a smirk on her face. "Young lady, why are you here?"

"We want to get a picture with you, Santa." She didn’t speak with a slur, but her flushed face and inability to stand still without wobbling made it clear that she’d been drinking.

"Well you can go ahead and leave, because you will not be taking a picture with me."

"Why not? I’m waiting in line just like everyone else."

"You’re planning to make a mockery of me and cause a scene, which I won’t allow."

Tanya couldn’t believe this guy working part-time at a mall would talk to her like that. Sure, she had been planning to flick off the camera during her picture, but he couldn’t have known that. "You’re refusing to serve me because of how I look. That’s discrimination."

"No, although it is a shame to see someone that could be such a pretty girl dressed the way you are. But the reason I’m turning you away is because your heart isn’t in the right place. You don’t believe in holiday cheer, and you don’t believe in me."

Really it wasn’t such a harsh admonishment (and it was completely true), but Tanya was prone to overreacting. She raised both fists towards Santa, then extended both middle fingers. "Fuck you, fatty." Mall security rushed in as Santa shook his head sadly and parents gasped. "You’re just some old guy who can’t find a better job."

The little boy who was next in line was braver than most kids his age and spoke up. "You’d better be nice to Santa Claus, or you won’t get any presents!"

"That’s not Santa Claus, kid. Santa Claus isn’t real." The mothers in line tried to cover their children’s ears, but Tanya yelled louder. "Santa’s not real! This is just some stupid prick in a costume!" The security guards grabbed her and escorted her away. Bonnie and Grace meekly followed, ashamed to be associated with her. Things returned to normal after only a few seconds, but during the commotion, Santa discreetly pulled out his iPhone and typed something into it.

***

Christmas Eve was a few days later, and by then, Tanya had forgotten the incident. Since she hadn’t damaged anything or threatened anyone, they’d let her go after a stern talking to. They threatened to ban her from the mall, but Tanya wouldn’t have cared. She was rarely home anyway. She hated being home.

She’d gotten through Christmas Eve dinner, the first of several meals she’d be forced to endure with her family. Her father, Chuck, tried way too hard to be funny and never was. And her mother, Beth, constantly commented on her appearance, saying things such as "That’s a fun shirt" or "I like those boots" when it was clear she hated everything about the outfits.

Having to deal with her family was exhausting, and Tanya would have to do it all over again tomorrow. After they opened presents in the morning, a tradition their mother still insisted they document on video, they’d make the forty-five minute drive to the Westside to join her creepy uncle, coddling aunt, and idiot cousin at her grandmother’s house for a drawn-out Christmas lunch. Her grandmother wasn’t so bad compared to everyone else, but Tanya would just as soon skip the whole thing.

But since she couldn’t do that, she stayed up late goofing around on the Internet, hoping she’d be tired enough to sleep through most of the next day. The one nice thing was there weren’t any little kids around, so it was relatively quiet. You could fall asleep on the couch and not have to engage in conversation. That was Tanya’s plan, so she didn’t climb into bed until after 2 AM. She fell asleep dreading Christmas morning.

Tanya tossed and turned all night, and sometime the next morning, her knuckles rapped against something wooden.

"Ow," was what she tried to say, but it came out as a noise rather than words, similar to what a startled cat might sound like. This didn’t seem out of place to Tanya, as she always took a long time to get moving after she woke up. It was only when she opened her eyes and looked at her hand that she realized something strange was going on.

Her fingernails were bright pink, as pink as pink could be. Equally disturbing was the fact that they were cut shorter than her fingertips, whereas she usually kept them long. She was still more confused than shocked as she noticed something slowly spinning above her.

It was a white plastic disc with various ornaments hanging off it, all of them pink and feminine: ballet slippers, princess dresses —— things of that sort. It took her a moment to realize what it was. A mobile, like the kind that hang over a baby’s crib. And this one was attached to the side of her… crib?

There were indeed wooden bars on either side of her. Through the white wooden bars, she saw that the room’s walls were also painted pink, not as ghastly as her nails, but still to her disliking. Last night they had been dark blue, the color she’d settled on when her mother wouldn’t let her paint the room black. How could someone have painted the entire room while she was asleep? Then it dawned on her… they couldn’t have. This must be some kind of strange dream.

Tanya turned to the other side, and when she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror, she gasped in shock. She was dressed in a fluffy pink fleece sleeper that covered her arms and legs, and her hair was light blonde, its natural color, and longer than it had been the night before. She reached up and yanked it, and it hurt. Clearly, it wasn’t a wig; it was her actual hair. At least in this dream it was.

But didn’t people pinch themselves to wake up? Come to think of it, that only ever seemed to happen in movies and TV shows when the person hoped it was a dream and it turned out not to be. But Tanya thought she had read that inflicting pain on yourself in a dream did actually wake you up (the film/TV trope had to come from somewhere, after all), and the tug on her hair should have done the trick.

But any suspicions that maybe this wasn’t a dream were dispelled with a quick look around the room. There was an extra-wide rocking chair with padding on the armrests and a large dresser with a wide top covered with a pillowy cushion. There were some bottles and boxes on it, but she couldn’t quite tell what they were. And next to it, a stack of disposable diapers. But not ordinary diapers. These were huge.

Tanya’s hands shot down to her waist, and sure enough, she felt something large and squishy underneath her sleeper. She used both hands to feel around her body and confirmed her suspicion… she was wearing a diaper.

"What the fuck?!" she yelled. Dream or not, Tanya wasn’t about to sit around in a stupid crib wearing a diaper. She searched the front of her sleeper but couldn’t find a zipper. She reached behind herself with one hand and felt the zipped up line along her back, but when she traced it to the top, she felt two zippers held together with a tiny padlock. She put both hands behind her head, as if taking off a necklace, and tried to rip the lock away, but it wouldn’t budge. She was stuck in this stupid outfit, and aside from being ridiculous, it was much too warm. She felt a bead of sweat drip between her breasts, and when she reached to her chest and adjusted herself, she realized she wasn’t wearing a bra.

Tanya sat up, and then stood to get a better look at herself and the room. The cushiony mattress and the extra bulk between her legs made it difficult to stand, so she grabbed the bars of the crib for support. Once she was steady, she let go and walked towards the end of the crib.

But after one step, she lost her balance and fell forward, narrowly avoiding slamming her head against the rails. She wasn’t sure what had made her fall, so she stood back up, only to find herself wobbling once more. The only thing that prevented her from falling again was grabbing the rail and holding on tight. "What the hell is going on?" she asked aloud.

"Gone-gone? No, we’re right here, silly," her mother said as she entered the room, followed by her father who was rubbing his eyes while sipping coffee. "Do you need a fresh died?" her mother asked in a singsongy voice.

Did her mother actually think she was going to use the diaper she was wearing? Tanya didn’t understand what was happening, but she’d had enough of it. She looked her mother straight in the eye and yelled, "Fuck you!"

The last time she had said the f-word in her mother’s presence, Beth had turned three shades of red and rushed out of the room. But this time, her mother beamed at her and laughed. "Duckie? You want your duckie?" She grabbed a stuffed toy duck from a shelf and handed it to Tanya, who quickly discarded it into the corner of the crib.

There was no way her mother could have misheard what she said, unless… She realized with horror that her mother and father couldn’t actually hear what she was saying. It probably sounded like some sort of baby talk to them. And the worst part was, she didn’t know exactly what they were hearing.

"Can you really not understand me?" she asked, already knowing the answer.

"Yes, you are standing. Good job. But hold on so you don’t fall down." That confirmed it, and Tanya started to cry. She wasn’t sure if this strange new reality was partly responsible for how quickly she broke down or if she had just been waiting for an excuse to shed some tears, but once the dam burst they flowed right out of her.

"Ugh, it’s gonna be a long day," her father said as he lowered the side of the crib. Tanya thought about trying to make a run for it, only to remember that she couldn’t run. She couldn’t even walk. So she reluctantly let go of the bars and sat down on the pillowy mattress.

"Oh, she’s probably just wet," her mother said. "Let me check." And with that, her mother proceeded to stick her hand into the bottom of Tanya’s sleeper, right next to her ankle, and slide it all the way up her leg until it reached her diaper. Tanya squirmed, but her mother’s arm was already held against her skin by the sleeper. Without a second thought, her mother stuck her fingers inside the diaper’s legband. Tanya could feel them against her inner thigh. She cried again as her mother quickly removed her fingers and slid her arm back out. "Nope, still dry. I wonder why she’s crying."

"Maybe she’s PMSing," her father said.

"She just finished her period. Which you’d know if you ever changed any of her bloody diapers."

"You sound British." Her father put on a ridiculous exaggerated accent. "If you ever changed her bloody diapers." It was the type of joke he was always making that would normally cause Tanya to roll her eyes, but right now she was horrified. They were talking openly about her period, which apparently she still had even though she was dressed like a baby. What kind of fucked up dream was this? Or… was it a dream? There didn’t seem to be any other explanation, but it was going on for so long and felt so realistic that she was beginning to have her doubts. Maybe she’d died and gone to hell.

"Do you know what today is?" her mother asked. Tanya wasn’t quite sure what to say, so she said the only thing that came to mind.

"Christmas?" Beth looked at Chuck with a huge smile.

"She said it!"

"Sounded like ’chitlins’ to me," her father replied.

"Oh, hush." Beth waved him off. "Okay, baby girl. Time to see what Santa brought you." She reached over and wrapped her arms around Tanya’s waist. As much as Tanya hated being in the crib, she didn’t want to be picked up by her mother either, so she tried to scoot away from her. But Beth easily pulled Tanya close, looped an arm under her butt, held her against her chest, and stood back up. Tanya had a small frame, but so did her mother. There was no way she should have been able to carry her so easily. But she walked right out of the room with her as if she didn’t weigh more than a bag of groceries.

Even though her mother was having no trouble carrying her, Tanya was still worried about being dropped, so, despite how humiliating it felt, she clung tight to her mother, wrapping her arms around her body. As she was carried down the hallway, she noticed the family pictures lining the walls. They were of the same family vacations and holiday gatherings that they’d always been, but Tanya looked very different. In the more recent ones, she wore babyish outfits, some that didn’t bother to hide her thick diapers. She stood with the help of one of her parents in a few, but in most she was either being held or sitting on the ground. The older photos were even more frightening. In those she was being treated like an infant even though she appeared to be a young teenager. She wore incredibly thick diapers, and in some cases, that was all, her bare breasts visible in some of the shots.

"Look at all the toys Santa left you!" her mother exclaimed. Tanya craned her neck, trying to see, and Beth helped her out by turning her around and holding her so that she was facing forward.

The living room was jam-packed with toys, most of them unwrapped. Tanya had never seen so much pink in her life. There were rattles and other things that made noises when you shook them, along with some stuffed animals and girly clothing accessories.

"Say ’hi’ to Daddy!" Tanya saw that her father was filming her. She glared at him with a frown, having no desire to put on a show for them. "Oh, look at this!" her mother exclaimed, trying to get her excited. She carried her over to a giant pink rocking horse and sat her down in the bucket seat.

"Grab on," her mother instructed, pointing to the handles. Tanya’s feet couldn’t touch the floor, and as she swayed, she figured it was probably best to hold on for support. So she grabbed the handles and held on tight. "Good girl. Now you can ride."

Her mother knelt down and turned a dial, and the rocking horse sprang to life. It was a gentle rocking motion, but because of its size and Tanya’s lack of balance, it produced a feeling in her similar to taking the first drop on a rollercoaster. It was actually kind of fun, and she must have smiled despite herself because Beth broke into a huge grin. "Look Daddy, she likes it."

"Yeehaw. Ride ’em cowgirl."

Embarrassed that she’d shown enjoyment, Tanya concentrated on frowning. It wasn’t easy considering the feelings it was causing in her stomach, but she was not going to show any glee.

After a few minutes, her mother seemed content and turned the rocking horse off. She picked Tanya up and carried her closer to her father, sitting on the floor and holding the girl in her lap. Tanya stared passively as her parents presented gifts to her. No matter how much of a fuss they made, she kept frowning.

"What has gotten into her this morning?" her father asked.

"More like what hasn’t come outof her. She hasn’t had her morning poopy yet, have you baby girl?" Tanya’s eyes went wide as her mother kissed her on the cheek and gave her a few little bounces. She certainly didn’t want to use this diaper, but if she had to, she didn’t want to use it for that.

"Probably all that cheese you let her eat last night," her father said. "She’s all clogged up."

Beth rubbed her hand across Tanya’s belly in a circular motion. "Is that it, baby girl? Is all that cheese still stuck in your tummy and not ready to go into your diaper yet?"

Tanya began to cry again. She couldn’t deal with her parents talking about her bowel moments, especially considering where they were expected to end up.

"She hasn’t had her bottle yet either."

"Good point. I’ll go get that." Beth gently settled Tanya down onto her hands and knees before going into the kitchen. Tanya was too dumbfounded by the previous conversation to think about trying to leave, not that there was anywhere to go. She heard the refrigerator being opened and closed, and the same with the microwave. After a few seconds it dinged, and Beth returned with a large baby bottle (easily 32 ounces) and handed it

to Tanya. She had to use both hands to hold it.

Tanya looked at the bottle with disdain. She didn’t want to drink warm milk, and she certainly didn’t want to have to suck it out of rubber nipple. But she was very thirsty, and it seemed unlikely that she’d get anything else to drink. So under her mother’s expectant gaze, she raised the bottle to her mouth and started to suck. Only a little milk came out. It wasn’t as terrible as she was expecting, but drinking something warm didn’t help quench her thirst. Still, it was better than nothing. However, after a few swallows her neck started to ache from craning it up to drink. So, fully aware that it made her appear all the more babyish, she laid down on her back and held the bottle above her head as she drank. This was much easier, but she was pretty humiliated.

Her father scooted to the back of the tree and dug out a small package. "Oh, looks like Santa left the baby one more present." Her mother gave him a surprised look.

"What is it?"

"Why don’t you open it and see?" He passed the present to Beth, and she opened it with a smile on her face. The smile grew larger when she opened the box and peeked inside.

"Oh, Chuck. These are adorable."

"Check out the back." Her mother pulled out the item. Red lacy panties. No… it was too bulky to be panties. Then Tanya realized what it was. A cloth diaper cover. Her mother flipped them around and began laughing. There was some sort of illustration on the back, but Tanya couldn’t make it out from her spot on the floor.

"I thought they’d look good with her Christmas outfit."

"They’re wonderful. Thank you." Beth gave Chuck a hug and kiss, then scooted over to Tanya. "Look what Daddy got for you." Her mother held the diaper cover over Tanya.

On the back, right where her butt would be, was a drawing of a large wrapped present that seemed to be bulging from whatever was inside of it. It was surrounded by cartoony stink lines and a few tiny flies. Above it, in a comical font, were the words: "Mommy, I Made You A Present!"

"You sure do like making big stinky presents for Mommy, don’t you? That’s okay. Mommy doesn’t mind. In fact, I wish you’d make one this morning. Might make you feel better." Her mother tickled Tanya on the stomach, but Tanya didn’t laugh. She dropped the bottle and began to cry.

"Aw, what’s wrong baby? Do you have gas?" Her mother scooped her up and held her against her chest. She began bouncing slightly and patting Tanya on the back. To Tanya’s surprise and horror, she did release a little belch. "There we go," her mother said sweetly. "All better."

Beth sat Tanya back on the floor and stood up. "I need to start getting ready. Can you keep an eye on her?"

"Aye, aye, captain." Beth mussed Tanya’s hair and left the room, and her father immediately turned on the TV. Tanya didn’t know whether to follow her or go somewhere else. Her eyes drifted back to the bottle, which was over half full of warm milk. Tanya was still pretty thirsty, so with a sigh, she crawled over to the bottle, rolled onto her back, picked it up, and began to drink. Once she got the motion down, it was pretty easy.

Her father was engrossed in some boring History Channel show, and Tanya went into a kind of trance as she drank. What snapped her out of it was the urge to pee. It came out of nowhere, and she didn’t think she’d be able to hold it for long. She quickly sat up and tugged on the lock on the back of her sleeper. It wouldn’t budge.

She knew drawing attention to herself wouldn’t do any good. Maybe she could find something to get the lock off. She headed for the bathroom. She needed to be in there anyway once she took care of the lock. She struggled to her feet but almost immediately fell back down. She’d have to crawl.

Luckily, her father either didn’t notice or didn’t care that she was on the move. The bathroom was at the end of the hallway, and she made it there quickly. She was actually grateful for the sleeper because it protected her knees from carpet burn. But now she desperately needed to get it off and get onto the toilet. Holding it was starting to hurt a little bit.

The door was closed, which normally wouldn’t be a problem, but from her position on the floor the knob seemed impossibly high. Using the wall for balance, she stood up, grasped the doorknob, and twisted it. It opened into the room, which nearly made her lose her balance. She quickly fell back onto her padded rear to avoid faceplanting. Then she crawled inside, making a beeline for the cabinet under the sink. She tried to yank it open, but it only moved an inch. She took a closer look and saw that it was baby-proofed. As she reached inside to try to open it, she heard a voice behind her.

"What are you doing in here, little missy?" Her mother gave her a playful spank, pulled her hand away from the door, and shut it. "There’s nothing in there for you."

Tanya figured it was hopeless, but she had to try. "I need to pee. Please let me use the toilet. Please!" Her mother stared at her with a condescending smile.

"What is it, sweetie? What are you trying to tell, Mommy?" Tanya tried to think of another way to explain. She pointed desperately at the toilet. Her mother moved over to it and lifted the lid, giving Tanya a small slice of hope. "This is the potty. Can you say potty?"

Tanya concentrated and said, as clearly as she could, "Potty." It made her feel extremely infantile, especially when her mother just kept giving her that same goofy smile.

"Almost, sweetie. But you don’t need to worry about saying that word for another year or two. But Mommy does need to potty." Her mother pulled down her panties, sat on the toilet, and began to pee. The sound of water hitting water was too much for Tanya, and she began to pee as well. The absorbent diaper soaked it right up, and she cringed as she felt the warm wetness against her crotch. She kept peeing even as her mother finished, wiped herself, flushed, and washed her hands. By now the front of the diaper was soaked, and Tanya could feel the urine moving further back, warming her behind. It felt terrible, and she began to wail.

"You’re so fussy today." Her mother leaned down and instinctively moved a hand to Tanya’s crotch, pushing the damp diaper against Tanya’s sensitive areas. "Oh, someone’s wet. We’ll take care of that." Tanya continued to cry as her mother scooped her up and carried her back into the living room, setting her on the floor as she glared at her husband.

"Nice job keeping an eye on her."

"Oh," Chuck replied with a Cheshire cat grin. "Whoops."

"She’s wet. Can you go get her supplies? I’ll just change her out here."

"Sure thing," Chuck said, heading for Tanya’s room.

Tanya was torn. While she didn’t want her mother (or anyone else, for that matter) changing her, she hated the feeling of the warm wet diaper pressing up against her and imagined it would only be worse once it cooled. She needed her mother’s help in order to get the sleeper off anyway. Tanya decided she’d wait until her mother had removed it, then she’d show that she was perfectly capable of changing her own diaper. She might not be able to walk (or stand) on her own, but she could handle that much.

Beth reached behind Tanya with one hand and, without even looking, unclicked the lock. Had it really been so easy to take off? There must have been some trick to it. Her mother placed the lock in her robe pocket and pulled down the zipper. Tanya shivered slightly at the feeling of cold air on her back. She hadn’t realized just how warm the inside of the sleeper was until it had been opened.

Beth unzipped it all the way and peeled it off of Tanya, pulling her arms free. She shuddered as her breasts were exposed, and then realized she was on display. Tanya’s hands shot to her chest, covering herself. But her mother was too busy freeing her legs from the sleeper to notice, and her father barely gave her a second look when he returned to the room, his arms loaded down with supplies: another large disposable diaper, baby powder, and baby wipes. He set the items down and knelt next to Beth as she went to work.

Tanya realized this was her only chance and reached for one of the tapes on the diaper, but her mother quickly grabbed her hand and pulled it away. "No, baby. Leave your diaper alone." Tanya ignored her and reached a hand to each side of her diaper. Beth grabbed her arms and pulled them away. When she felt Tanya reaching for the diaper again, she held on tight. Tanya wasn’t getting anywhere, but neither was Beth.

"Looks like she’s going to need her mittens for awhile."

"Yep. It’s definitely a mitten day," her father said, already out of the room by the time he finished the sentence.

"The red ones! They’ll match her outfit!" Chuck returned a few moments later with a pair of smooth leather mittens. "Help me put them on." Tanya could barely hold her own against her mother, and with her father helping, it was no contest. They easily slipped the mittens into place and locked them onto her hands. Now she could barely curl her fingers and couldn’t grasp anything.

Tanya reached down for the tapes of her diaper again, but this time, Beth let her. No matter how hard she tried, Tanya couldn’t get a grip on the tapes. Even pressing both mittens together on one didn’t do anything. She was stuck. "No, please don’t!" Tanya yelled. "Please! I’m an adult! I’m not a baby! I can do it myself! No!"

Beth tisked-tisked and looked over at Chuck. "That’s her favorite word these days. I just wish I knew what the others were." Great. All her mother had understood was "no," so to her, Tanya just sounded like a stubborn baby. Her tears and cries, which had subsided while she’d struggled, came roaring back.

"Oh baby, don’t cry. We’re gonna get that nasty wet diaper off. You just have to let Mommy do it." Beth gently pushed Tanya onto her back. Tanya wasn’t about to let this happen. She decided she’d rather stay in the disgusting diaper than have her mother change her while her father watched. She tried to roll away, but her mother held her legs tight. She tried again, and Beth delivered a painful smack to her thigh.

"Hold. Still." Beth delivered it as a warning. Worn out from fighting and not wanting to get slapped again, Tanya laid back and let it happen. The ripping of the tapes sounded impossibly loud in her ears. Similar to the removal of the sleeper, she hadn’t realized how hot and clammy she was down below until the diaper was pulled open, exposing her nether regions. Her mother and father looked down at her as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

Tanya cried even more when her mother lifted her legs and pulled the used diaper free because it gave Tanya a view of her now completely hairless crotch. She’d always kept herself trimmed, but though she’d been curious about stripping it all off, she never had. She was as smooth as the baby she felt like.

She flinched when her mother stuck a cold baby wipe down there, but after the initial shock wore off, she realized that it actually felt kind of nice, the way her mother was rubbing her.

Tanya couldn’t figure out if it was a sexual or babyish feeling, but neither one sounded appealing. She continued crying loudly during the entire ordeal as she was wiped throughly and another diaper was placed underneath her. Beth shook baby powder onto Tanya’s crotch and lovingly rubbed it in. She then held up Tanya’s legs to coat her backside.

Chuck looked down sadly at her, genuinely concerned that she was crying so much. He gently ran his hand over her face. "What’s wrong, baby girl? It’s okay."

This put Tanya over the edge, and she lashed out at him with her teeth. He pulled his fingers away just in time. Tanya got a small bit of enjoyment from the terror on her father’s face, but she was taken out of the moment by a painful smack to her ass.

"Bad girl!" her mother yelled. "You. Do. Not. Bite." She punctuated each word with another stinging spank to Tanya’s rear, alternating cheeks. Tanya wailed. Her mother had not held back.

But just like that it was over, and Tanya actually breathed a sigh of relief as her mother pulled up and taped the new diaper snug against her tummy. Beth looked down at Tanya with stern eyes. "You know what happens to bad girls who bite."

She nodded to Chuck, who hurried off to Tanya’s room once more and returned a few seconds later with a small box. Beth opened it and pulled out a pacifier attached to a strap that buckled into place. The bulb was much larger than a normal pacifier, at least ten times at large. And it looked darker, almost like it was filled with something.

Beth pulled Tanya back to a sitting position. Chuck held up Tanya’s blonde locks, allowing Beth to wrap the strap around her head. The bulb was up against her closed lips, but Tanya kept her teeth clenched. Now she could see that there was indeed some type of liquid in the pacifier, and she didn’t want to find out what.

"Open," Beth ordered. But Tanya refused. Beth shook her head and removed one hand from the strap. Tanya was confused. Surely her mother wasn’t giving up so easily? Then Beth quickly reached to Tanya’s chest and pinched one of her nipples. Tanya yelped, and that small opening was all Beth needed. She pushed the pacifier into place and locked it home.

Tanya immediately felt a small drop of bitterness in her mouth, and, on instinct, moved her tongue around to try to remove it. But this only released more of the liquid into Tanya’s mouth. Except it wasn’t exactly a liquid. It was soap. Tanya cringed and cried as the nasty stuff found its way to new tastebuds, forcing her to relive the experience of the bad taste over and over.

"You should thank your Daddy. He went easy on you." If this was easy, Tanya didn’t want to know what other flavors were out there. She discovered that if she stayed calm, not as much of the soap entered her mouth. But it was almost getting full, and she couldn’t spit it out. So she steeled herself and swallowed.

She shook her head and closed her eyes at the revolting taste. When she opened them, she saw that her mother was actually laughing at her a bit.

"Now are you going to be a good girl?"

Tanya meekly nodded. What choice did she have?

***

A few hours later, they arrived at her grandmother’s house. Tanya had endured the pacifier until it was empty. There was no telling how much soap she had swallowed. It had kept her very complacent, even as her mother had dressed her in a ridiculous outfit — a Santa-esque dress: red velvet with furry white trim along the bottom and the sleeves. It was accompanied by black Mary Janes shoes and frilly white socks. Instead of a hat, her hair had been braided into pigtails and tied with red and green checkered ribbons with bells on them. Any movement at all made her jingle. And, of course, she wore the diaper cover.

Currently she was locked into a large carseat, the straps pulled tight so that her diaper pressed up against her, reminding her of her infantile state. The SUV was loaded with presents and food, along with her rocking horse. She was sure she’d be put on display for everyone’s amusement.

She’d resigned herself to the fact that this wasn’t a dream. That didn’t put her any closer to figuring out what was going on, but she’d given up hope that she would suddenly wake up and everything would be okay.

They parked in the driveway behind two other cars, and her mother got out and opened the back door. "Do you want your baba?" The taste of soap lingered in Tanya’s mouth, and she wanted to get rid of it. And after the long ride she assumed the liquid would be lukewarm at best, which would be much more tolerable, so she nodded. Her mother unhooked the pacifier strap and pulled it free. Tanya’s stretched her jaw and moved her tongue around, trying to get rid of the taste. But she’d need the milk for that.

She was disappointed when her mother reached for a bag in the floorboard, unzipped it, and pulled out another large bottle from an insulated pocket, which she handed to Tanya. Even through her mittens, which her father had suggested they leave on because they "made her easier to deal with," she could feel that it was still warm. It was better than soap though, so she began to drink, taking special care to hold it tight with both mittened hands as her mother unstrapped her and carried her inside.

Everyone made a big fuss over how adorable she looked. There was her grandmother, Nancy, her mother’s sister Mindy, and Mindy’s husband, Drew, who for the last few years had looked at Tanya in ways that made her uncomfortable. Right now everyone was doing that, and she pouted through all of the attention as they examined her outfit, laughed at the back of her diaper cover, and nodded understandingly as her mother said that, in fact, Tanya had not "made a present for Mommy all day."

"She’s a little miss grumpy pants today, isn’t she?" Mindy asked, tickling Tanya under the chin in an attempt to coerce a smile.

"Yeah. She didn’t nap on the way over here. I bet she’s tired."

"Ralphie’s asleep in the playpen. Plenty of room for her too," Mindy offered. Ralph was Tanya’s cousin who, despite being her age, was still working towards his GED.

"Great idea."

"Well, take that dress off her first," her grandmother said. "She can’t sleep in that."

"But she looks so cute!" Beth gushed, giving Tanya a kiss on the cheek.

"You can put it back on when she wakes up. There’s a fire going, so it’s plenty warm. She’ll be fine in just her diaper."

Before she knew it, Tanya was half naked in front of everyone, and that brought new, more degrading attention.

"Oh my god, look at those boobies!" her aunt exclaimed, grabbing a breast with each hand. Her Uncle Drew was right behind her. He flicked his finger back and forth across one of Tanya’s nipples, and in a few moments, it grew hard. He pretended to grab it and pull it off, then held up his fist up to Tanya with the tip of his thumb sticking through.

"I’ve got your nipple!" he teased. Tanya just glared at him.

"Okay, Miss Pouty. Time for a nap." Beth carried Tanya into the living room, where she spotted Ralph sleeping in a large playpen, dressed only in a diaper, drooling on himself. Other than the diaper, he looked pretty normal.

Beth set Tanya down in the playpen. The walls weren’t that tall, but with her poor balance, she wasn’t sure she could get out of it. But she wasn’t going to try and risk further punishment. She laid down and drank more of her bottle, enjoying the warmth of the fire. It felt very peaceful. And before she knew it, she was asleep.

***

Tanya immediately noticed three terrible things upon awaking: there was a pungent stench in the air, her cousin was cuddling with her, his hand on her breast, and she was warm and wet down below. She threw Ralph’s hand off and sat up, pressing a hand to her crotch. She had indeed wet herself in her sleep, which was frightening enough, but that smell… She cringed as she pushed the back of her diaper, but there wasn’t anything there. She looked at Ralph’s diaper and noticed that it was bulging.

Tanya backed away as far as she could, gagging, and began to cry. Her mother entered the living room, followed by Mindy. They both scrunched their noses and waved their hands in front of their faces.

"Whoo-wee!" Mindy said. "Smells like we’ve got a stinky baby in here."

"Maybe two," her mother added. "Did you finally make a present for Mommy in your pants?" Beth picked Tanya up and, to her utter humiliation, pulled back the waistband of her diaper and peeked at her rear. "Nope. Just wet here."

"Then it must be my little stinker. Yes it is!" Mindy tickled Ralph on the stomach, and he giggled. She picked him up, and both mothers carried their children to an empty spot in the middle of the room and laid them down. Tanya didn’t want to be so close to Ralph with the foul odor he was emitting, but she had no choice. She knew what would happen if she put up a fight, so she closed her eyes and let her mother go about changing her.

She opened her eyes when she heard Mindy say, "Uh oh! Looks like somebody’s got a stiffy!" There was a noticeable bulge in the front of Ralph’s diaper in addition to the loaded backside, which he was laying on top of without a care in the world as he stared at Tanya’s breasts and crotch. "I think he got excited looking at his cousin."

"Yeah, the boys will do that," Beth replied.

"Here you go baby, let Mommy help you out." Tanya watched, horrified, as Mindy grasped Ralph’s erection through the diaper and began to stroke it. And just when she thought it couldn’t get any worse, Mindy put her free hand against Ralph’s butt and mashed the contents of his diaper against him. "He likes the way his poppy diaper feels, doesn’t he?" she cooed at him.

"Tanya does do. She bounces around so much it’s a nightmare to clean. But what can you do?"

Ralph was in ecstasy, and finally his toes curled and he let out a little moan as he came in his diaper. Mindy gave his penis a few more strokes before diving in to the diaper change.

"That might be why she’s been so fussy today. We were so busy she hasn’t had one orgasm." Tanya’s eyes went wide. After everything else she’d endured, she couldn’t let her mother do that to her. "The nice thing with a girl is that you can put it off. With a boy, if you don’t take care of it, they pee everywhere."

"Tell me about it," Mindy said with a laugh as she worked on cleaning Ralph’s messy backside. Tanya tried not to look, but she kept sneaking peeks and cringing each time. Ralph had just gone through two experiences that she wanted no part of, but she didn’t know if she’d be able to avoid them.

***

Tanya was clothed once again, which was preferable to being topless even though the dress was uncomfortable and hideously cute. She’d been forced to taking an almost endless amount of family pictures, and since they weren’t satisfied with ones that she was crying in, she had to keep a straight face in order to get it over with, though she refused to smile. After the regular pictures, her parents took a few funny ones, including one in which they turned her back to the camera and held up her dress, revealing the message on her diaper cover, while they held their noses as if she had stunk up the room. If she hadn’t been so worried about whether or not she really was going to make a mess in her pants, Tanya would have been annoyed at how much they joked about it.

Right now she was sitting in her mother’s lap while everyone opened presents, and just like that morning, she wasn’t showing any enthusiasm. She glared at every pink item and plush toy that was shoved in front of her face.

It seemed like it was all over when her grandmother produced another wrapped package. "This goes with your rocking horse. Maybe it can put a smile on my grandbaby’s face." The rocking horse was sitting near the tree, and Tanya wasn’t looking forward to having to ride it in front of everyone. She wondered what was in the box that could go with it. Probably some stupid pink cowboy hat or something.

Her mother ripped part of the paper and held it out for Tanya to finish. She yanked off a large strip of paper, ready to get this over with. But when she saw the cover of the box underneath, she nearly had a heart attack.

There was a picture of the rocking horse with a new seat attached to it: one that had a large dildo and buttplug on it. Tanya wailed in terror and dropped the box. Her mother cooed into her ear and bounced her in her lap. Her father grabbed the box and took off the rest of the wrapping paper, then showed it to everyone.

"Not only will that prevent any messy accidents while she rides, but it might get her system moving too," Mindy suggested.

"And she might like it. Right, honey?" Drew asked, promptly a slap from his wife but also a coy smile.

"You get her ready, and I’ll change the seat," her father said as he opened the box and pulled out the contents. "Here, you’ll need this." He passed a bottle of lube that had been inside the box to Beth, then moved over to the rocking horse and began the process of switching the seats.

"I’ll help you out," Drew said. He came over and sat on the floor next to Beth and Tanya, who was struggling furiously. "I think you’re right. She really needs to get off, huh?"

"Yeah, she’s been like this all day." Try as she might, Tanya couldn’t get away from her mother’s grip. "Can you hold her still while I lube her up?" Drew was visibly disappointed that he wasn’t going to get to do the honors himself, but he switched places with Beth without argument.

Tanya yelled every protest and curse she could think of, but the adults just looked at her with confused expressions because they couldn’t understand a damn word. She kicked at her mother as she untaped her diaper, but even when she hit her, it didn’t seemed to hurt much. Beth pulled the tabs loose and slid the diaper out from underneath Tanya, leaving her completely exposed. She writhed furiously as Beth poured lube onto her fingers and reached down for Tanya’s crotch, but Drew was holding her like a vise, and Beth was able to part her legs enough with one hand to reach between them with the other.

All Tanya could do was cry and wiggle back and forth as her mother rubbed her lubricated fingers over her vagina. With each shake of her head, the bells in her ribbons rang, much to the delight of everyone watching. Tanya gasped as Beth inserted two fingers and slid them back and forth. "She’s really dry. Normally she’d be sopping wet by now."

Tanya continued to bawl as her mother violated her. Finally, she pulled her fingers out, only to add more lube. "Okay, time for the caboose." Tanya screamed and fought harder as Drew flipped her over.

"Sweetie, you’ll feel a lot better once we’re done. We promise," her mother said, trying to console her. Tanya closed her eyes and gritted her teeth as she felt her mother part her buttcheeks with one hand. She tensed when she felt a finger up against her anus, and in the next second, it was inside her. She let out a little moan as it wiggled around, and then a squeak when another was inserted.

"Sounds like she likes it," Drew said. Finally, after what seemed like hours, Beth pulled out her fingers. "Alright, I’m gonna go wash up. No offense, baby girl." She gave Tanya a playful pat on her naked butt and then left the room.

Drew picked Tanya up, copping a feel along the way, and turned her around. She knew what would be there, but seeing the attached seat, with the dildo and buttplug just waiting for her brought on fresh tears.

Chuck grabbed the bottle of lube and applied some to the items on the seat, massaging them in. "Okay. Good to go." Tanya thrashed wildly as Drew lowered her towards the rocking horse, but it was no use. The dildo entered her first, and with some help from her father to guide her down to the seat, it began to fill her. Then she felt the tip of the buttplug on her behind. Chuck spread her cheeks apart as she was lowered down. She’d never had anal sex, so this was the first time anything had ever been inside her back there (other than her mother’s fingers moments before). She shook her head as the items slowly penetrated her.

Finally, she felt herself reach the base of the seat. She was completely filled and incredibly uncomfortable, and any movement only made things worse.

Her father reached for the dial. "How long should we give her?"

"Ten minutes should do it. We’re about to eat," her mother said, returning to the room. Chuck turned the timer, and the horse began to rock back and forth.

Tanya cried at the new pain, but there was pleasure mixed in as well, she couldn’t deny it. All of the adults (and Ralph) watched her for a moment with big smiles. Then they went about cleaning up all of the wrapping paper and bows. Despite the situation, Tanya found herself becoming aroused. Her cries turned to small moans of enjoyment. Her mother noticed it first and turned back to watch. "Oh, here we go."

Everyone turned and watched with glee as Tanya build to a climax. Each rock forward brought her momentary relief as she slid halfway off the items, while each rock back brought that strange mixture of pleasure and discomfort as she sank down to the base. The pleasure won out, however, and Tanya erupted in an orgasm, closing her eyes and letting out a loud moan.

"Yaaaay" her mother yelled, applauding. Everyone else joined in, and that snapped Tanya back to reality. She began to cry again, out of a combination of humiliation, exhaustion, and pain. "Awww, I think she’s ready to get off."

"She just did," her uncle said, chuckling. Everyone got a good laugh out of that as Tanya’s father stepped forward and reached out for her. She didn’t want to stay on this thing any longer, so she stretched out her arms just like a little girl wanting to be picked up by her Daddy. Chuck grabbed her under her armpits and lifted her. She gasped as the intruders slipped out of her front and rear. Almost immediately, she felt an uncomfortable rumbling in her stomach that quickly moved downward, and before she could do anything to stop it, she let out a long fart.

"Uh oh. Better get her back in that diaper quick," her mother said. Chuck carried Tanya over to Beth, who rediapered her in record time.

"I told you that would get her moving," Mindy said. All of the adults stood around waiting for Tanya to fill her pants. She closed her eyes, certain that she was about to endure the ultimate degradation.

But, much to her relief, nothing happened. Tanya actually smiled. Being topless in front of your family that had just watched you climax on a rocking horse was bad, but at least she hadn’t shit her diaper.

"I’ve got some extra suppositories in my purse," Mindy offered.

"No, no, that’s just a quick fix. You need Grandma’s cure," Nancy rebutted. "Couple tablespoons of castor oil. That will clear her system out and make her good as new."

"Okay, I’ll see if she’ll take it," Beth said. Tanya didn’t actually know what castor oil was, but it sounded preferable to having something else stuck up her butt, even if the end result was going to be the same. So when she found herself in a highchair a few minutes later, she opened up her mouth when her grandmother pushed the spoon to her lips.

Tanya expected it to taste awful, but it actually wasn’t too bad. It didn’t have much of a taste at all. It was just excessively oily, which made it hard to swallow. She was fed three tablespoons (an extra for good measure), and eagerly took the warm bottle she was offered to get the oily residue out of her mouth. She drank so quickly that she burped after only a few swallows, and to her surprise, all she tasted was the oil. Even though it was only mildly unpleasant, she kept having to taste it every time she burped, which wound up being a lot.

Because her mother blamed her failure to poop on Tanya having eaten "big girl food," she wasn’t allowed to have any of the delicious-looking Christmas dinner spread. No turkey or ham. No green beans or macaroni & cheese. Not even any sweet potatoes or cranberry sauce, which was far from being a solid food.

Tanya’s dinner consisted purely of baby food, which she found much too bland for the most part, and when it did have a taste, it was terrible. It didn’t help that the flavors were carrots and peas and turkey (which, in its mushy baby state, is revolting). But Tanya forced down everything she was fed, partly to avoid punishment and partly because, not having eaten anything all day, she was starving. As she ate, she wondered if this was going to be her life from now on.

***

A couple of hours later, Tanya was strapped back in her carseat, and the family was stuck in bumper-to-bumper traffic on the 405. They were at a dead stop and weren’t going anywhere any time soon. There’d been an accident. And there was about to be another one.

Tanya was beginning to nod off in her cushy seat, but distress in her belly brought her to full attention. She whimpered and pressed her mittened hands against her cramping tummy. Beth noticed her and turned around in the passenger seat.

"Oh, I think our baby girl is finally ready to go poppy."

"Good. Maybe she’ll poop that stubbornness right out," her father said.

"I promise I won’t feed her cheese anymore. Not for another few months at least." Tanya could care less about cheese right now. She winced as she let out a quick fart. It was embarrassingly loud. "Oooh, baby toots!" her mother exclaimed.

"Ugh. That smells terrible." Tanya wanted to hit her father, even though he was right.

"Alright you big baby, I’ll close her off," Beth said. She pressed a button on the front panel. Three plastic walls rose from cracks around Tanya’s seat, surrounding it as they rose all the way to ceiling of the vehicle. Another went up from the back of her seat, sectioning her off from everyone else.

She noticed that it was quieter. In fact, she couldn’t hear anything. They must be soundproof. She farted again, and now there was nowhere for the smell to go. She was surrounded by it and coughed as it engulfed her.

And then it happened. She still had control over her bowels, but she could only hold it back for a moment. Her sphincter gave out on her, and she began to poop. It slid out of her easily, but it wasn’t runny. It was like thick mud. She felt it collect underneath her bottom, and because her body was still going, she leaned forward to give it more room. It took a minute, maybe two, but finally she didn’t feel the need to go anymore. She had, quite literally, never pooped so much in her life.

She could feel her diaper sagging a bit, though with the seat beneath her, it didn’t have far to go. Her abdomen hurt, both from the strain of pooping so much and from holding herself off the seat. Finally, she couldn’t hold herself anymore and was forced to sit back.

The mess in her diaper smooshed all over as she settled back into her seat. It smeared up against her cheeks, and she thought she could even feel some on her lower back. She shuddered as it crept forward to her crotch, squelching against the lips of her vagina. She stayed as still as possible, but the damage had already been done.

She hadn’t been paying attention to anything else during this ordeal, so when she finally looked up, she saw her mother beaming at her and clapping. She couldn’t hear her, but she could read her lips. "Poopy!" Her father gave a thumbs up with his right hand as traffic crept forward a bit.

Tanya didn’t know what was worse, the disgusting feeling of sitting in her own poop or the atrocious smell. She thought she might vomit. Her mother pressed another button, and Tanya heard a fan. She looked up. There was an exhaust vent above her, but it didn’t clear out the smell quickly enough for her liking.

Her mother leaned forward, pressed a button, and spoke. A speaker above Tanya crackled to life. "Good job, baby girl. I bet you feel better. We’ll change you just as soon as we get home."

"If we ever get home," her father said, pointing to the never-ending line of cars in front of them. Tanya realized she was going to be stuck like this for awhile.

"This will tide you over," her mother said. She released the speaker button and pressed another one. It was like a freaking cockpit up there.

Suddenly, Tanya’s carseat began to vibrate. She cried as it spread the mess all over, thinning it out as it invaded every crack and crevice: her inner thighs, her crack, and her front. The seat’s vibrations varied, but the largest concentration was always next to her crotch. She realized, with utter horror, that she was getting turned on again despite the smell and warm mess all over her bottom.

It took longer than the rocking horse had, mostly because Tanya was determined not to let it happen, but eventually the seat won out. Tanya let out small gasps as she built to a huge climax. She hoped beyond hope that the orgasm was so big only because of the seat and that it had nothing to do with the load in her pants.

Her mother had been watching again, and after Tanya was done, she adjusted the settings. The seat kept vibrating, but not enough to turn her on. She was too exhausted for that anyway. Despite her condition, Tanya found herself growing sleepy again, and then she was out.

***

As Tanya laid in her crib in a fresh diaper and her locking sleeper, tucked in for the night at 7PM, she reflected on the day’s events, and wondered if tomorrow would be the same, and, if so, if it would get any easier to endure? If this kept happening, over and over, would she eventually get used to it?

She hadn’t woken from her post-poop nap until they’d arrived back home. She was pretty groggy, but the smell, which was still lingering, woke her up quickly. When her parents lowered the plastic walls, her father waved his hand in front of his nose in an animated fashion, claiming that it smelled like "her poop had pooped." Her mother laughed and said that he could deal with it since she needed to use the bathroom herself. Chuck pointed out that, according to Tanya’s butt, she had made that present specifically for Mommy. Beth smiled, gave Chuck a quick kiss, and told him she was very good at sharing before heading inside.

And so that was how Tanya had found herself strapped down on the changing table in her room as her father began the long and arduous (not to mention odorous) task of cleaning her up. The mess was everywhere, but as much as she wanted out of it, Tanya didn’t want her father touching her down there. It was one thing when her mother had done it, but this added another level of humiliation. Plus, her father joked the entire time about the quantity and quality of her poop, the smell, basically anything he could think of. He laughed at all of his own jokes. Tanya certainly didn’t.

After being taped into a fresh diaper, drinking another bottle, and enduring some more playtime, they’d given her a bath, which, compared to the rest of the day, was kind of relaxing. That is, until Tanya felt the sudden urge to poop again. This time it came out mostly as liquid, and her parents guffawed as the water turned a dirty brown. The bath was mostly over at that point, so they just took her out and wiped her clean with baby wipes before drying her off and putting her to bed for the night after plenty of kisses and wishes that she would feel better (and act better) tomorrow. They finally took off the dreadful mittens, but because the sleeper was locked on, it didn’t make much difference.

Tanya was so preoccupied with her thoughts that it took her a minute to notice that there was now a strange man standing in her room. She cried for help, and then remembering that her parents couldn’t understand her words, just yelled. But she stopped when she saw that the man was dressed as Santa Claus. It was the man from the mall.

He stepped forward as she pulled herself to her feet, holding onto the rails to keep her balance as she stared at him. "You can keep crying if you want, but they can’t hear you right now. Magic," he added, snapping his fingers. "Have you had a nice day?"

Not that this was any crazier than anything else that had happened, but Tanya assumed she had fallen asleep and was dreaming this part. "Yeah, it’s been great," she replied, rolling her eyes.

"It’s been pretty great for me too," Santa said. Tanya stared harder at him. "Yes, that’s right. I can understand you. And no, you’re not dreaming. Not right now, and you weren’t earlier. This is all part of my magic. You see, I’m the real Santa Claus." Tanya was eager for any explanation, and it made just as much sense as anything else, but she was still skeptical.

"I can tell you don’t believe me. Then how about this? Your diapers are now magic, and even without the sleeper, you can’t take them off." Tanya suddenly feel a chill, and when she looked down, she was naked save for her diaper.

Santa smiled at her. She instinctively covered her bare breasts with her hands, but when she did, she lost her balance and fell back onto her butt. She decided to test what he’d said and reached for the tabs on her diaper, but when she touched it, her hand balled into a fist. She couldn’t move her fingers. When she moved her hands away from the diaper, her fingers uncurled, and she regained control once again. She tried it again, but the same thing happened. It was beyond her control.

She looked up at Santa. "Okay, if you can understand me, then tell me what the hell is going on?"

"That’s simple. You’re being punished for being a naughty girl."

"What? What did I do?"

"Hmm, let’s see." Santa pulled out his iPhone and opened an app. "Cheated on some midterms, flicked people off while driving, lied to your roommate about kissing her boyfriend, masturbated while at your work study job—"

"Okay, okay," Tanya said, cutting him off. "But why…"

"Ah, why this year since you’re a brat every year? Well, this time you committed the ultimate sin. Telling children that I wasn’t real. This was to make sure you never do that again."

"You created a whole new reality just to punish me?"

Santa laughed, and yes, his belly shook like a bowl full of jelly. "No silly girl. I do this every year."

"What? But I never—"

"Right, you never knew. Only the boys and girls who are being punished know what’s going on. Everyone else gets to spend a little time being carefree. In fact, you’ve been treated like an infant the past few days while I punished the 30-year olds. But I decided to spare you and not make you aware until now."

"That’s fucked up."

"That’s enough bad language out of you," Santa said, and Tanya felt her mouth invaded by the pacifier, which was now suddenly secured tightly around her head, though thankfully there wasn’t anything in it. Much like the diaper, her hands turned to fists when she reached for the buckle. Tanya couldn’t believe what she’d just been told. This happened every year? Had he done this to her parents when they’d told her the truth about Santa?

Reading her thoughts, Santa answered. "No, I don’t punish parents. They think they’re doing what’s best for their children. But you did it just to be mean, to ruin Christmas for people. So you got what you deserved."

Now knowing that he could read her thoughts, Tanya unleashed a flurry of insults at Santa. She didn’t deserve this. This was sadistic and perverted and she’d love to kick his ass right now. Santa shook his head sadly. "Most people apologize right away, but I see you’re going to be difficult. I’ve got a spotless record. Never had to punish someone more than one year, and I intend to keep it that way."

Tanya glared at him. Sure, she didn’t intend to put herself in this position ever again, but she wasn’t going to break down and apologize for it. She was pissed, and she intended to stay that way.

"You don’t think it can get any worse, but you’re wrong. Now, come sit on Santa’s lap." Suddenly, Tanya felt weightless. She realized that she was rising, floating. She kicked and punched, but there was nothing to fight as she hovered over the crib and over to Santa, who sat in the rocking chair. She was repositioned in midair so that she came to rest straddling his knee, facing him. Her held her arms to make sure she didn’t fall backwards and to keep her from swinging them at him.

"Now tell Santa what you want for Christmas. I know it’s almost over, but I can still give you some presents." Tanya yelled at him, but her cries were muffled by the pacifier.

"What’s that? You want to be treated like even more of a helpless little baby? Hmm. Well, first off, little babies often get diaper rash. You can have a mild case for now." Tanya’s bottom and crotch suddenly began to itch. She wanted to scratch them, but her arms were held tight. She wiggled around on Santa’s knee, trying to relieve the pain.

"And little babies like being bounced on Daddy’s, or Santa’s knee." With those words, Tanya’s butt lifted a little and plopped back down. Santa didn’t even have to do anything. Tanya was bouncing with magic. The action repeated over and over.

"Oh, and little babies can’t control when they go pee-pee and poo-poo." Tanya felt her crotch get warm as she began to pee, and immediately after, she pooped again, almost as much as earlier that night. With each bounce, it smashed all over her.

The bouncing stopped, and Santa picked her up and held her close, rubbing her back. "There, there, baby. It’s okay." He stood up, but instead of taking her to the changing table, he deposited her back into the crib. "Sorry, Santa doesn’t do diapers. But don’t worry. Like I said, those are magic. They won’t leak. However, part of the magic makes it so that Mommy and Daddy won’t be able to tell when they’re wet or messy. Well, sometimes they will, but not always. Which means that rash will probably get worse. Because they won’t be able to see it either." Reminded of her itching, Tanya reached down to scratch herself. But whenever she touched her diaper, her hands balled into fists, making it hard to relieve herself. It was easier to rub her diapered butt on the crib mattress, but it was also disgusting.

"Oh, two last things. Little babies, like the one you want to be, can’t sit up." Tanya plopped onto her back. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t get up. "In fact, they can barely roll over." She knew what would happen, but she had to test it out. It took almost all of her strength to roll over. "And finally, they suck on whatever’s put in their mouth."

Tanya didn’t think much of this spell. She did start sucking rhythmically on the pacifier that had just been sitting in her mouth, but compared to everything else, that didn’t seem too bad.

"Goodnight," Santa said with a smile. "I’m sure you’ll learn your lesson." And with that, he disappeared.

Tanya continued to whimper and cry, but she couldn’t make much noise around the pacifier. It took a few minutes for her to realize that it was no longer strapped on. She’d just been sucking because of the spell. She tried to reach up and pull it out, but she had very little coordination. Finally, she got her hand up to her mouth and grasped the ring. But she didn’t have enough strength to fight the sucking motion. She had to use her other hand to pull down her arm, which finally yanked the pacifier out.

Now she was free to yell and scream, and after a couple of seconds, her mother entered, flipping on the lights. "What’s wrong, baby girl?" she asked. Tanya tried to answer. The words still sounded clear to her, but Beth just cooed in response. "Oh, you’re so cute when you babble. What are you trying to say?" It seemed that her speech had regressed even further. Her mother wasn’t just misunderstanding her words. She wasn’t hearing words at all.

Tanya stopped trying to talk and returned to crying. Her mother reached a finger out to the legband of her loaded diaper. "Are you wet?" Beth stuck the finger inside. Tanya could feel it touching her and the poop that had spread there. But when Beth pulled out her finger, it was clean and dry.

"Nope," Beth said. "Poopy?" Beth picked Tanya up, and the poop mushed around when she stuck a hand under her butt to hold her. But Beth didn’t feel it. Nor did she see anything when she pulled back Tanya’s waistband and peeked inside, even though it let more of the odor escape.

"You must be hungry," Beth said. She carried Tanya over to the rocking chair and sat, turning Tanya sideways in her lap. Tanya hadn’t seen her bring in a bottle. She was still looking around for one when Beth slipped her robe off one shoulder, exposing her engorged breast underneath. Tanya wailed in horror. "Come on, baby. Drink up."

Beth pushed Tanya’s head towards her nipple, but Tanya kept her mouth firmly closed. Now she realized what that part of Santa’s spell was intended to do. But as long as it didn’t go in her mouth, she could avoid it.

Too bad she was ticklish. All it took was Beth tracing two fingers over Tanya’s tummy for her to gasp a bit. Once her lips parted, it was all over. Tanya had no control as her mouth opened. She began to suck greedily from her mother’s breast. First her eyes went wide at the shock of it all, then she closed them tight in an effort to block the whole thing out.

Beth lovingly stroked Tanya’s hair as the milk came. It was warm and sweet, and while in reality it didn’t taste bad, knowing the source of it made Tanya sick. Yet she kept sucking until her mother pulled her away, making an embarrassing "pop" sound as the suction was removed.

Tanya was grateful it was over, but Beth repositioned her and presented the other breast. Tanya put up more of a fight this time and was prepared to withstand the tickling, but Beth pressed Tanya’s cheeks together, which parted her lips just enough to make it beyond her control.

When she was done, Beth put Tanya’s head over her shoulder and patted her back vigorously. Tanya felt the gas build up, and she let it out. But it wasn’t gas. She spit up a good bit of her mother’s milk, splatting it all over the back of Beth’s robe.

"Did baby girl get it all out?" Beth asked, continuing to pat her back. Tanya’s mouth tasted bitter, and she could feel the liquid on her lips and chin. Instinct got the better of her, and she tried to lick it away. But that only made the taste worse.

Finally, her mother leaned her back and cleaned her mouth with part of the robe. But that did nothing for the taste inside her mouth, and Tanya realized she’d never get anything to wash it away with except for more milk.

Beth gave Tanya a kiss, deposited her back into her crib, and left, turning out the light. Tanya was still in a very uncomfortable wet and messy diaper, and the rash was getting worse. But crying wouldn’t solve anything if her mother couldn’t tell what condition it was in, so Tanya tried to ignore it and go to sleep. It took awhile, but she finally nodded off.

She woke up to herself peeing and a painful itch down below. She had no idea what time it was. She cried again.

This time both her parents came in, rubbing their eyes. She was checked again, and her mother declared her wet. She still didn’t notice the poop, even when she changed her diaper, which meant that she didn’t get a thorough cleaning. The cool air momentarily felt great on her rash-ridden behind and crotch, but no cream or ointment was put on her to relieve it before she was taped into another diaper. The pain was excruciating, and she kept crying.

This resulted in another breastfeeding, during which Tanya pooped again, only this time it had the consistency of someone who was on an all-liquid diet.

She kept crying after the feeding was done, so her father decided they should check her temperature. This didn’t seem too bad until he began to untape her diaper, and then she remembered how you check a baby’s temperature. Though she could see the diaper loaded with poop and feel it all over herself, it never got on her father. Stupid magic.

He held her in his lap as he lifted her legs and stuck in the thermometer. It wasn’t as thick as the plug from the night before (and wasn’t kept in as long), but it hurt a lot because her anus was red and raw from the rash.

When her temperature turned out to be normal, they thought she might need an orgasm. Her mother took over, diving right in with her fingers, not even bothering with any lube. Tanya got turned on much faster than she would have liked and came in record time, but she peed all over her mother’s hand when she climaxed, which caused her parents to laugh uproariously.

After she still wouldn’t stop crying, they decided maybe she needed some fresh air, so they gathered supplies for a family outing to the park. Tanya hated being paraded around in a stroller, both because of the discomfort and the embarrassment. There were plenty of other baby teenagers out with their families, and Tanya knew which ones were away because she could understand their words of protest as clear as day even though their caretakers couldn’t.

None of the other "infants" seemed to be aware. Santa must have reserved a special punishment just for her. At this point, she was beginning to envy the boys and girls who were oblivious to their new environment, happily playing with toys and relieving themselves without a care in the world. And speaking of, she went again while they were riding through the park. Apparently breastmilk went right through her.

Thankfully, her parents noticed she was stinky this time, which led to a diaper change right there out in the open. This added new humiliation to the ordeal, especially when she noticed that other boys and girls who knew what was happening were watching her.

When she was still crying after they returned home, her mother finally suggested that it might be diaper rash. Tanya was overjoyed. They stripped her diaper, and even though they couldn’t see any sign of rash (Tanya, on the other hand, could see her bright red crotch with little bumps all over it), her mother put cream on her anyway. It felt wonderful.

She then declared that the best cure for a rash was some "open hiney time," which seemed great to Tanya. She was happy when her father sat her down on a plastic mat in the playpen and decided to stay put to make it easier for everyone. But her mother wasn’t satisfied yet.

"I don’t want to deal with any poopy messes though," she warned. So her father retreated to Tanya’s room and returned with a fully lubricated buttplug. Tanya wailed as it was inserted. It hurt much more than the night before because of how tender she was down there. Once it was all the way home, any movement brought fresh pain as it rubbed up against her sensitive skin. She reached back to remove it herself, but of course her hands balled into fists.

She did have to admit that, after a few minutes, the combination of the cream and the open air made the rash feel better. So these were her options? Horrible pain while trapped in a diaper or naked and exposed to the world with a plug up her butt. She wasn’t sure which she preferred until her parents removed the plug and put her back in a diaper, which she promptly peed in, starting the rash back up. The plug she could sort of get used to, but not the rash.

Tanya fell into a routine of sorts and didn’t know how much time had passed. It could have been just a couple of days or a whole week. It was hard to gauge time because she was constantly being put down for naps, even though she found it difficult (if not impossible) to sleep because of the rash. She wished she could have slept more, because being awake only brought diaper changes and breastfeedings, which still horrified her no matter how many she had.

Finally, one time she woke up and realized her butt and crotch weren’t in searing pain. In fact, they didn’t hurt at all. And it didn’t feel like she was wearing something bulky.

She woke up instantly and found that she could sit all the way up. She wasn’t in a crib. Her room was back to normal. She was back to normal.

Tanya leapt out of bed and checked herself in the mirror. Her long black nails and hair had returned. She smiled, glad to have her old look back. And then, just because she could, she went into the bathroom, dropped her pants and underwear (thank God for underwear), and sat on the toilet.

She didn’t actually have to use the bathroom, but she sat there for awhile just in case, her eyes closed, trying to make some sense of what she had experienced. Or what she thought she had experienced. Because it couldn’t have been real. Could it?

She got her answer when she opened her eyes and noticed that, on top of the toilet paper, there was a note: "I see you when you’re sleeping. I know when you’re awake. I know if you’ve been bad or good. So…"

Tanya was a very, very good girl that year.

 

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