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 Stephanie flopped onto her bed, her diaper crinkling with each movement, and scooped up her new stuffed bear into a hug. She had named him Vincent and she loved him. As she sat there cuddling his comfy plushiness, she reflected on the last few crazy months of this crazy year, in which she had discovered a love of diapers and age regression. A lot of people might judge her for cuddling a stuffy, let alone wetting a diaper! Steph didn’t care, though. These things made her happy and gave her a warm, blushy, excited feeling. And anyways it was Christmas Eve! Magic was in the air and Steph felt like anything could happen.  “Stephanie.” she heard a deep male voice say. Steph’s eyes darted around the room, but it was just her and Vincent. Must’ve been her imagination.  “Steph” the deep male voice sounded again. It’s tone was deep but warm and unthreatening. Comforting even. Almost exactly what she imagined Vincent might sound like.  “Yeah, Steph. It’s me, Vincent!”   Stephanie yelped and jumped off the bed in shock. She felt a sudden warmth at the crotch of her diaper and heard the faintest hissing sound as she peed herself. Her cheeks flushed and she looked down at her self. She couldn’t remember ever having wet herself from fright before. Of course her diaper had absorbed her accident perfectly. But that was hardly the most pressing matter at hand! “What.. how.. who.. huh??!” she stammered.  “I’m real sorry I spooked you, Steph.” said Vincent as he sat up. “and I know this might be a lot to absorb right now, but if you just bear with me a moment I can try to explain.”  “Hooowww are you talking right now? Is this real? And why are you making terrible dad puns?!” Steph demanded.  “Terrible? They weren’t THAT bad.” he replied.  “A lot to “absorb”? “bear” with you? Those are pretty bad! And how am I having this conversation at all?!” Steph was starting to wonder if someone had slipped magic mushrooms or something into the tea she drank earlier.   “Look, Stephanie.” he said “We don’t have much time so I’ll have to explain on the way! You’ve gotta come with me now if you want to save Christmas!”  “Save Christmas?! Don’t you think this story is getting a little out there for a caption on a diaper pic? And where are we supposed to go anyway? It’s Christmas Eve?!”   “Well to the North Pole of course! And take it easy with the 4th wall breaking or you’ll ruin the suspension of disbelief! We’ve got to hurry, though. Santa needs our help!”   Steph was very confused. But weirdly intrigued. “Alright Vincent, let’s go save Christmas I guess. I can’t go like this though! Let me change first.”  “No time!” Vincent cried as he handed her the pink shortalls she’d been wearing earlier and hurriedly packed her backpack with some supplies, including an extra diaper and wipes and powder. “C’mon! We’ve got a sleigh to catch. We can change you later!”   “Vincent, you don’t have fingers. Or even hands really. How are you going to change me?”  “You’re about to go to the North Pole to save Santa Claus with a talking teddy bear and THAT’S the plot hole you’re getting hung up on?!”   “Fair point.” Steph conceded. “Let’s go have a Christmas adventure!”       to be continued…      maybe. I’m not 100% sure where I’m going with this. 

 Re-blogging these in correct order for posterity, including part 1 from back when I wasn’t sure it would become a series.

                 STEPH AND VINCENT SAVE CHRISTMAS pt.2    Stephanie stepped out into the cold, crisp Christmas Eve air. Her bear, Vincent, pulling her forward with his little fabric paws. She had thrown on her winter coat and boots and Vincent had grabbed her backpack with some supplies. Under her coat however Steph just wore her pink shortalls and, of course, her slightly wet diaper underneath. The chill teased her bladder and she felt a sudden urge to pee again, despite her earlier accident. She had drunk a fair amount of tea earlier she supposed.(the same tea she half suspected had been spiked with something. which would explain why she had chosen to follow a talking stuffed animal into a cold winter night) Even with the cold and the twinge in her bladder though, Steph took a moment to appreciate the Christmas ambiance. Almost every house was decked out in festive lights and a soft snow was gently falling. It looked perfect.   “Hurry, Stephanie! To the roof!” said Vincent.   “How are we supposed to get up there?” she asked.   “Christmas magic of course!” he replied. With that a shower of sparkling lights emerged around them and lifted them like feathers into the air. “Whaaaat?!” she cried as they ascended to the roof. Steph laughed giddily, thoroughly enjoying the ride.   Steph looked out from the roof and caught her breath. As beautiful and Christmas-y as everything looked from the ground the view from the roof was even better. She felt she could see her whole town alight in Christmas cheer, with snow capped mountains towering behind. “Uh, Steph.” said Vincent “Behind you,” As she turned around she heard sleigh bells and, of course, before her on her roof was a red sleigh and eight reindeer! And seated inside was a bearded man in a Santa hat and coat. It couldn’t be.. could it?    The man inside the sleigh didn’t look quite *exactly* like Santa, however. His beard was full but brownish colored and not long and white. And while he looked older than her by at least a decade, he wasn’t an old man. Also he was a bit stocky but like dadbod stocky not shakes-when-he-laughs-like-a-bowl-full-of-jelly stocky. In fact the Santa Claus coat looked over-sized and baggy on him. The hat perfectly however.  “S-Santa?” she ventured.   He laughed in a slightly bewildered manner. A normal person’s laugh, not a booming HO-HO-HO. “Not quite.” he said “Though I get the misunderstanding under the circumstances. You look cold. The sleigh is heated. You and Vincent jump on and I’ll explain on the way.”    Steph hesitated, unsure of trusting this stranger. “I think it’ll be ok, Steph.” said Vincent. “The hat wouldn’t have gone to him if he couldn’t be trusted. And as your stuffie I am honor bound to protect you no matter what happens!”    “The hat?! I’m so confused. Who is this guy?” she asked.    “These are confusing times.” agreed the bearded stranger. “But we kind of know each other in a way. You’d recognize me by my tumblr name; Anachronismist. I’m the guy who writes the outlandish caption stories for your pictures.”   “Oh.” she said, her face reddening a bit as she thought of some of the content of those stories. And the fact that this strange older man knew about her semi-secret diaper kink. Online was one thing but in person the thought that someone would know she was diapered was a bit embarrassing. She was suddenly more conscious of the bulky padding and crinkly plastic between her legs. She was getting cold however and if she was going on a Christmas adventure then she might as well go all in.  “Alright, Vincent.” she said “Let’s do this!” with that she climbed up into the sleigh, Vincent sliding his comforting self in right behind her and wrapping his paws around her protectively.   Once she was on the sleigh she was enveloped in cozy warmth. “Hot Chocolate?” not-quite-Santa asked her. As he said it a frothy mug of delicious looking hot chocolate appeared an a flurry of sparkles. “You wouldn’t believe the stuff this magic sleigh can do.”  “Th-thanks.” she said gripping the mug. Her bladder was still twinging from the tea but couldn’t exactly turn down magical Christmas hot chocolate. She took a delightful sip and then held the mug up to her face, enjoying the warmth and aroma of it,   “Alright” the man said, yanking on the reins as he spoke. “Hold on!” With that the sleigh jolted upwards and soared into the air. Steph clung to her mug with one hand and Vincent other. She squealed, almost involuntarily, in excitement.  “North Pole here we come!” yelled the man as they flew into the snowy Christmas night.                to be continued…

           STEPHANIE AND VINCENT SAVE CHRISTMAS pt.3    Stephanie looked out in wonder at how fast the snowy landscape was going by beneath the sleigh. Santa’s sleigh to be precise, which was a reality she was still struggling to wrap her head around. But the evidence before her eyes was pretty convincing. Snow-capped mountains, icy forests, cold prairie and the twinkling lights of cities and towns sped by in a blur miles below them. She held her bear, Vincent, in one arm and a mug of magical Christmas hot chocolate in the other. As she looked down she couldn’t help but continue to sip the warm drink, despite the pangs in her full bladder. It was just so unbelievably tasty!   Steph looked over at the man who wasn’t Santa, but was driving his sleigh. “So you’re Anachro.. Anachron.. Ok so first of all I don’t know how to say that, it’s too long and it’s not even a real word. I’m going to call youuu.. hmm.. how about Ani for short? Besides you’re not gonna want to keep typing it out every time are you?”     He opened his mouth like he was about to protest but stopped. “That’s.. fine  actually.. or at least good enough, anyway. And thanks for being concerned about my writer’s cramp! Very considerate of you.”    “No problem. Now, do you mind explaining all this craziness?!” She demanded.    “Ok, but I warn you it’s pretty unbelievable. So you know how in these old Christmas specials there’s always some strange holiday goblin or sprite or something that wants to stop Christmas for some contrived reason?”   “Yeeesss..” Steph replied, not liking where this was going.   “Well, It’s all true.” he continued. “In this case Jack Frost, yes THAT Jack Frost, is upset that Santa and Christmas lighten the darkest days of winter, which is when he feels people should be feeling the weight of winter depression the most. Also he’s apparently not so much a cute little sprite as much as a dark elf from a dimension of pure cold who feeds on human despair.”    “That’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard.” she said.   “I know, right?!” He said. “Anyway apparently this Jack Frost guy ambushed Santa earlier tonight with something called the “Wand of Everlasting Winter” or something and froze him! But the thing is that Santa’s hat is like programmed or enspelled or something as a contingency plan. ‘Cause something like this happens every other year or so. So, kind of like Dr. Strange’s cape in The Avengers, the hat escapes by itself and transfers a portion of Santa’s powers to someone else so they can rescue Santa.”   “So why was it you? And why am I here? And for that matter why is Vincent alive?” Steph asked. Vincent, sitting next to her, patted her leg comfortingly.   “I was actually getting to all of that.” The man who had agreed to be called Ani answered. “So I think I was just the closest human who fit the basic Santa profile for the hat to work. That’s what I get not liking shaving my beard enough and liking Guiness and burritos a little too much I suppose. But when the hat dropped onto my head it almost.. downloaded I guess.. all this info right into my mind. And I automatically knew how to summon and control the sleigh. And have access to some other powers, like the ability to communicate with toys and give them back the ability to move and talk.”    “Give back?” asked a surprised Stephanie “All toys are alive?! Like Toy Story?”   “Not all.” he answered. “Just the ones who’ve been granted life by, and I realize how corny this sounds, a child’s love. Or in your case; a pure-of-spirit, child like love. I figured if we brought Vincent he’d protect you no matter what and you’d trust him enough to come along.” Vincent sat up straight and straightened his bowtie in a dignified manner.   “Soo..” Steph said, leaning forward and cupping her chin in one hand. “You’re granted incredible supernatural powers and the first thing you do is use them kidnap your favorite tumblr girl, huh?”   Ani’s cheeks flushed as he stammered out a response. “I.. I wouldn’t say “kidnap” exactly.”    “No? You wouldn’t?” she said teasingly.   “And I didn’t say you were my *favorite* exactly.. but not you’re not, of course..” he continued awkwardly.  “Uh huh.” she said skeptically but light heartedly.    “Look, there is actually a reason we need you for this rescue mission to work.. but I don’t think you’re going to like it..”  “Hey I’m a grown woman who enjoys peeing in diapers. You might be surprised what I like and don’t like.”    “Fair point. It’s just, well… the thing is… I’m afraid you’re on the Naughty List.”    “WHAT?!” she cried. “I’m on the naughty list?!”    “Yeeeaahh. I don’t have all the information but I believe the words “sass” and “backtalk” were in your report.”   “Hhmmph.” She huffed and sat back.    “No, it’s perfect!” he said. “We need someone on the naughty list to be able to infiltrate Jack Frost’s Ice Castle. And you’ll have Vincent with you as the perfect secret weapon! His guards will think he’s just a normal teddy bear and.. OH CRAP!! HOLD ON!!”    Suddenly a huge shape appeared before them out of a cloud bank. A jumbo passenger jet! Ani yanked hard on the reigns and the sleigh banked violently upwards to avoid a collision. Steph shrieked as they did a loop de loop in midair to return to a safe flight path.. Her hot chocolate spilled on her shortalls and her heart felt like it would beat out of her chest. Vincent clung to her protectively. The hot chocolate hadn’t burned her(cuz it’s magic hot chocolate, duh.) but stained her clothing with warm wetness. Or was that something else causing that..   Stephanie became aware of another warm wetness spreading in her diaper. Her fear at the midair near collision had caused her to lose complete control of her overfilled bladder and she helplessly wet herself in a steady gush. She tried to stop the flow but couldn’t seem to remember how to make those muscles work. She just sat there emptying an almost comically large amount of liquid into her overworked diaper. And felt wetness begin to seep out onto her bottom. She was leaking. “Oh no!” she thought, as she saw a small puddle spread onto the seat. “I’m peeing on Santa’s sleigh!”    “Steph? Vincent? Are guys ok?” Ani asked.   “Uuhhmm… yes.. I think so.. it’s just..” Steph’s cheeks were as red as the sleigh. “I’ve had an accident.. and, uh.. oh god..” Even though she fantasized about this sort of thing, having to actually explain to another adult that you’ve pissed right through a diaper on accident was proving more embarrassing than she anticipated. “My.. umm.. diaper.. it’s leaking.”                             to be continued…  

                    STEPHANIE AND VINCENT SAVE CHRISTMAS PT. 4    Stephanie looked out over the cold, lonely landscape of the Arctic circle as the sleigh swooped in towards it’s destination. Her soggy bottom threatened to dampen, literally and figuratively, her spirits even on this magical night. Vincent gripped her hand in his stuffed paw. “Don’t worry, Steph.” he whispered to her. “I’m sure we’ll find a quiet place in Santa’s Village to change you.” He patted the makeshift diaper bag he had assembled out of her backpack. She harumphed fussily in response.    “There it is!” shouted Ani, driving the sleigh in for it’s landing. Below Steph saw the soft glow of a small settlement. Rustic workshops and cottages spread out from a central square with the largest Christmas tree she’d ever seen in the center. It was decked out in soft, multi-colored lights, garland and bulbs, And a bright glowing star atop it. The whole village was decked out in festive garlands, red bows and mistletoes, and candy cane striped lamp posts warmly illuminating the whole town. And just beyond the town; a huge swiss chalet style cabin the size of a castle. Next to the chalet was an enormous stable complex with a long runway. Here is where they descended.    They jumped down from the sleigh as an elf handler scurried up to handle the reindeer. Steph looked over at Ani, still feeling a bit fussy about her earlier accident. He stood barely two inches over her. “Hmm.” she said. “You’re a bit shorter than I expected.”    “Ouch.” he said. “well you’re… prettier than I expected.. no, that’s a terrible comeback.. your.. pants are more full of pee than I expected. Wait, no. That’s not even true. I expected your pants to be pretty full of pee.” Steph harumphed even more fussily this time.   “Ya know” she said. “ Your teasing aside, I’m honestly starting to wonder if I’m the right gal for this particular mission. I haven’t even met this evil, anti-holiday ice demon yet and I’ve already pissed myself twice. Maybe I’m not up for it?” Steph looked down glumly.    Vincent squeezed her leg and spoke in his soothing baritone; “You know, Miss Stephanie, I don’t think not peeing your pants makes someone brave necessarily. But rather peeing your pants but still buckling down and doing your job is what makes you brave.”   “Well, thank you Vincent. I wish I felt braver right now though.” she said.   “No problem, Steph.” Vincent replied. “Inspirational sayings are a stuffie specialty!”    “That’s a smart bear, Steph.” Ani added. “You should listen to him.”    As they stood there an assembly of elves approached to greet them. Elves of all description were there. Boy elves, girl elves, elves that seemed neither, or both, but all laughing and singing, all joyous. “Visitors!” they shouted “Here to help Santa!” They herded our protagonists towards the chalet, singing as they went. “To Mrs. Claus! To Mrs. Claus! Bring them to Mrs. Claus!”    “Look maybe I should warn you” Ani whispered to Steph. “Mrs. Claus may not be quite what you expect. Santa is over a 1000 years old but they say he was originally a man. Mrs. Claus was never human and she’s even older. Before she married him, Mrs. Claus was supposedly one of the Fae; the ancient mythical beings who ruled nature before us humans displaced them. She can appear as a kindly old woman but there’s more to her, to say the least.”    Just then they were brought before the huge double doors at the chalet entrance. Another host of elves emerged, and behind them a tall figure who, Steph surmised, could only be Mrs. Claus. She was dressed in a long red gown with a white fur trimmed cape trailing behind. Her hair was bright silver as opposed to the white she expected, and tied back in a long braid. As she approached Steph thought she didn’t appear old. Or young for that matter, but both and neither at once. She radiated a power and warmth from her being like a wave of energy and spoke in a voice almost impossibly melodious. “Welcome travelers from afar!” Mrs. Claus intoned. “Although you are surely inconvenienced you shall gain the everlasting gratitude of the North Pole for aiding us in our time of need.”    She looked Steph in her eyes and Steph thought if her bladder wasn’t already empty she might have peed from pure awe of this immortal and powerful woman. But Mrs. Claus’ posture relaxed suddenly, and she appeared as a kindly older woman, though one who was still strikingly beautiful. In a less formal tone she said; “Welcome to the North Pole my friends! But quickly, there is much for us to do!” She clapped her hands and the elves snapped into action.    A large elf with a carefully trimmed goatee and goggles stepped forward, wiping his hands on a leather work apron. “Are you Anachonismist?” he asked Ani. “I’m Gadget. Lead elf engineer of the North Pole. Come with me so I can prep you for the rescue mission!” As Ani was being hustled towards the stable complex he strained his neck back to look at Steph, who was herself being hustled along with Vincent towards Mrs. Claus.    “Let me look at you, dear.” said Mrs. Claus. “My! You’re so lovely!” Steph blushed deeply. Mrs. Claus continued; “You and Vincent come along with me into the Great House, and we’ll get you cleaned up.” Steph blushed even deeper. “From the spilled hot chocolate of course!” said Mrs. Claus, with a wink.                              to be continued…

I think this chapter is the highlight of the whole thing for me!

I rushed this one and I think it shows but at least it keeps the story moving.

                  STEPHANIE AND VINCENT SAVE CHRISTMAS pt.9   Stephanie and Vincent clutched each other tightly as a series of loud explosions rocked Jack Frost’s ice castle. Even deep in the dungeons where they stood along with Frost himself and the magically frozen Santa Claus they could feel the walls shake. Steph could feel the vibrations even in the soggy diaper bunched between her legs and also in the secret weapon she was smuggling in her, well.. rear entrance to attempt to put it delicately. A group of tin soldiers rushed into the huge hall of the dungeon and Jack Frost immediately began haughtily hurling orders for the defense of his fortress at them.    Vincent whispered urgently to Steph; “Hurry Steph! He’s distracted! Now’s our chance!” Steph took a deep breath to steady herself and tried to focus on relaxing her body’s muscles, her dedication to a regular stretching and exercise routine coming in handy here. “Here goes nothing!” she thought. With that, still holding onto Vincent with one hand, she took the other and plunged it into the back of her diaper to retrieve the buttplug. She relaxed her muscles down there and slid the buttplug out surprisingly easily. There was even a brief tingle of pleasure at the instant it came free! Though there was precious little time to unpack that factoid. The snow globe grenade wooshed back to it’s normal size and detached from the buttplug in a swirl of the characteristic sparkles that tended to accompany Christmas magic and Steph was ready to strike!   “Ok, here goes another nothing!” Steph thought as she shook the snow globe to arm it then reared back and hurled it towards Santa’s frozen form with all her strength! The Globe arced towards Santa but was intercepted as a sudden swirl of ice and snow arose from nowhere and plopped the globe down into a neat little snow pile. It was Jack Frost wielding his Wand of Everlasting Winter!   “Oh a very nice try, child.” he sneered. “Very nice for you indeed! Not naughty at all really. What a surprise! Perhaps I overestimated the sanctity of the Naughty or Nice list and underestimated the Claus’s trickery? And underestimated you? A mistake I won’t make again!” He stepped towards Steph and raised his wand threateningly. Steph winced and braced herself for some terrible fate. “Has it occured to you” Frost continued “that i can freeze any liquid, anywhere? And what that might mean for you?”  With that a bolt of icy blue electricity crackled forth from the wand and, to her horror, struck Steph directly in her diaper! She felt the wetness in her diaper freeze instantly, as her nether regions were bathed in an unholy coldness and the heaviness of her frozen pee brought her down to her knees.  “AAAAAGGHHH!! YOU AWFUL FREAK!!” she screamed. He only laughed cruelly in response.   “Is this it?” Stephanie wondered to herself. “Frozen and crushed by my own pee while I’m trapped in a diaper?! No! I have to try something else!” She hurled Vincent away and rolled, howling in pain,  in the opposite direction. However, though the pain was real enough, she overplayed it to draw Jack’s attention. For she had hurled Vincent towards the tiny snow drift that held the now forgotten snow globe. As he stealthily crawled towards it Steph hurled more invectives at Frost. “YOU WON’T GET AWAY WITH THIS!” she screamed. Cliche, but it was all she could think of between the icy burning pain that felt like it was crushing her.    “Oh but I will, foolish child!” Frost said as he approached her. Suddenly he stopped, his attention caught by a small object on the floor. He bent to pick it up and examine it. “Is this.. a? It can’t be.. is this a.. buttplug?! Uuughh!” He dropped it suddenly with disgust. “Are you telling me you had the snow globe in your butthole this whole time? Mrs. Claus! It has to be! Only she would be so screwed up. Does the woman’s perversity know no bounds?! She actually made you wear a diaper and hid a secret weapon up your ass?! Unbelievable!”    Now it was Steph’s turn to laugh mockingly, albeit through tears and pain. “T-that woman is m-more of a m-m-man than you are you c-cr-creep!” she taunted through chattering teeth.    Meanwhile Vincent, forgotten about and dismissed as a mere toy, reached the magic snow globe and grasped it in his paws. He held it up unsteadily in his fingerless hands and hurled it towards Santa’s ice prison with all his little might. For a moment it looked like it hung heavily in the air but then, as if by magic, it arced laserlike to the block of implacable ice which imprisoned the jolly old man. It struck! And a a shower of sparkles and ice and snow exploded, filling all the room!    His job finished, Vincent searched through the haze of the dungeon for Stephanie and could just make out the tall form of Jack Frost still looming above her.    “Leave her alone!” Vincent shouted and hurled himself into Frost’s spindly legs, bringing them both down in an awkward pile on the ground. As they looked up and the frosty haze began to clear they could see that the ice block was destroyed and the form of Santa Claus was nowhere to be seen!    “NOOOOOO!! I’LL DESTROY YOU ALL STILL! I STILL HAVE THE WA-”. With that a thunderous crash ripped through the dungeon walls and Santa’s sleigh, equipped with the battering ram, smashed through the wall and directly into the ranting form of Jack Frost with such force that Frost was knocked straight back through the opposite wall. The sleigh came to rest next to Vincent and Ani popped out, still wearing the hat and coat of Santa Claus.   Tin soldiers poured into the dungeon and Ani quickly opened the enormous bag that was in the sleigh and out popped a squad of Elf soldiers armed with their nerf weapons to engage them in battle. Then, as he hopped down out of the sleigh, the hat and coat lifted off of him and floated away of their own volition. “Hey!” Ani shouted. “Does that mean what I think it means?”    “Yes!” Vincent answered. “We did it! We freed Santa!” They looked around them at the chaotic room. Ani shouted to Vincent; “Where’s Steph?”    “O-Over H-Here.” Steph replied weekly, unable to rise from the floor. “W-We did it. W-we saved Christma..” With that Steph passed out as Vincent and Ani ran to her side.   “What’s wrong with her, Vincent?!” asked Ani urgently. “She’s freezing to death.” Vincent aswered, “That monster, he froze the pee in her diaper! Hurry! You have to change her! The temperature controlled Kris Krinkle diapers might regulate her temperature and save her!                                      to be continued….

                      STEPHANIE AND VINCENT SAVE CHRISTMAS                                                - EPILOGUE -   Stephanie sat in Santa’s sleigh nestled with Vincent and Ani to her right and Santa Claus himself holding the reigns to her left. They were speeding over a picturesque snowy landscape and as she saw the icy peaks of the Rocky Mountains in the distance Steph knew she would soon be home. After they had defeated Jack Frost the entire party had returned first to the North Pole to re-supply and have a quick breather before Santa would set out again for his Christmas rounds. When they landed Jack was dragged away by the elf strike team to who knows where, but Steph found it hard to feel too badly about whatever fate was in store for him. Steph and Ani were treated to hot chocolate and cookies (Vincent declined on account of not having a mouth that opens or a digestive system) while they waited a surprisingly short amount of time for Santa and his amazingly industrious team of elves to restock the sleigh for the remainder of the night’s deliveries. Any questions about how Santa could still accomplish his rounds considering all the time they lost had one answer: “Christmas magic!” Which Steph had to admit was pretty hard to argue with considering all they had already seen. But first Santa was going to drop them back at home and thus they were soon on their way.    As they sped along towards home Steph found herself curious about something. “So” she began; “Was I ever actually on the Naughty List or was that whole thing just part of the plan?”    “Well” Santa answered, actually looking a bit chagrined; “Short answer; it was part of the plan. You were never really on the list. Every year we put a random, tiny portion of people from the Nice List onto the Naughty List in a dummy copy of the list as one of our contingency plans for situations like this. I hate that we have to do it but with demand for Holiday specials and movies being what it is these little misadventures or capers or what have you are becoming more and more common. And to be honest we were very lucky we ended up with you and Vincent this year.”    As Steph listened she felt the hot chocolate she had drank earlier pressuring her bladder and, remembering the magical Christmas diaper she was still wearing, allowed herself to relax and flood her diaper, the spreading warmth actually giving her a happy feeling.    “There’s one other thing I feel I might need to apologize for” Santa continued. “And that’s that I hope Mrs. Claus didn’t make you uncomfortable at all. I do dearly love that woman, but she can be.. a bit much at times,”   Steph blushed. “Oh no. I-I kind of liked her honestly. Sure she was intimidating but also.. oh I’m not even sure how to say it..” Steph’s face reddened even deeper and she wasn’t entirely certain the warm feeling in her diaper area was entirely from her wetting. “At any rate” Steph continued, trying to dance around that particular subject “I bet she keeps things interesting for you!”   Santa laughed gently. “That she does, indeed! We’ve had a very good thousand years I must admit. Ah! And I believe here we are, Stephanie!”   And just like that the sleigh pulled in and landed in front of her home and it was time to say her farewells. She hugged Santa and thanked him for everything before hopping out with Vincent. She turned to Ani, who had gotten out to let them pass.   “Heeeyy” he said. “I’m sorry if changing you back at the castle was out of line by the way.”   “What? No! You saved me. You could even say you were my Christmas hero.” With that she leaned in and kissed him on the cheek. His face reddened and he got a bit flustered in a mildly adorable way. Steph continued; “I hope all your holiday dreams come true, Ani!”    As he clambered back into the sleigh he thought; “A couple of them already have!” And with that they were off, leaving Steph and Vincent alone in the cold early Christmas morning. They hurried inside and Steph got into her coziest footie pajamas and climbed in bed with Vincent.   “What about you, Vincent?” Steph asked. “When the sun comes up are you going to go back to being a normal stuffie?”    “Well, Steph” he responded. “The magic that allows me to talk to you isn’t always strong enough for me to move and speak but don’t ever forget I’ll always love you with all my felt and stuffing heart! After all it was your love that brought me to life in the first place!”     She hugged Vincent tightly and wondered if this was all going to seem like some wild dream when she woke up. “Well thank you for everything either way, Vincent. And Merry Christmas!”                                                  THE END                  (But Little Miss Stephanie will return in February 2021 in…                                                             THE CUPID CLAUSE)    

Man, it blows my mind that anyone would actually read my weirdo diaper and wetting erotica, let alone enjoy it! All credit to Stephanie for being an amazing muse! 

Where’s the candy, mister?

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