Story #180: A Letter to Santa/The Dangers of Sled Rides

Story #180: A Letter to Santa/The Dangers of Sled Rides (A double-feature) (Content Tags: Messy diapers, humiliation, intelligence loss, holiday themes, supernatural elements) Santa Claus wasn't real. Only dumb babies still believed in him, right? After all, it was total nonsense for some fat senior to be scouring the entire globe over the course of a single night! He was just as fake as the tooth fairy or the Easter bunny; a fabrication to make children behave for their parents. At least that was what Franklin had believed. That was why he'd been so comfortable with writing such a peculiar letter to the fictitious man, because he'd assumed that the letter would get tossed in the trash at the post office, along with all the other envelopes addressed to the North Pole. Him and his younger brother had been told by their parents to write their Christmas list, to tell Santa what they wanted, just like every other year. Franklin had learned from his fellow fourth graders that the fat man didn't exist, and there had been a lot of compelling evidence to make him lose his belief altogether, so he hadn't thought much about what he was writing. While Steven, his little brother in first grade, was all smiles and cheer, Franklin was rolling his eyes. He wasn't so cruel as to ruin his baby brother's belief in the fairy tale, so he went along with their ritual and wrote down some things he might want. At the bottom of that list, after he'd put down some pretty absurd wants, he decided to put something a little unexpected for a ten year old: Diapers. While Franklin kept it a closely guarded secret, he had always had a strange fixation on the garments. He was still years away from finding out what a diaper fetish was, so all he knew was that he daydreamed about being able to wear them once more. Sometimes he'd go as far as snatching a Goodnite from his brother's room, but it wasn't quite what he really wanted. He wanted real diapers, big enough to fit him and super puffy! It was the one ridiculous item on his list that was put there in earnest, even if he had no faith that the list would ever be read by someone who could make his wish come true. It was just another way for him to daydream. He would seal the list up in an envelope and help his brother do the same, but afterwards, he would pretty much forget about the list altogether. They had mailed the hopeful letters out over two months before Christmas, and their parents had been asking them about things they might want, so Franklin figured that the letters had long been trashed. They always got some presents on Christmas eve from their parents, but Franklin decided that they must just split the bounty they purchased between the two days; half that were openly from their parents, and half that were supposed to be from Santa. So on Christmas eve, Franklin happily unwrapped his gifts and thanked his parents for all the cool things that they had bought for him. A new console, new games, a soccer ball, and plenty of toys; it was a good haul this year! The brothers would go to sleep happy that night, with the knowledge that more presents would be awaiting them in the morning; right under the tree! Steven would be the first to awake and he would gently shake his big brother: "Come on, Frankie! Let's go open our presents!" The two would trot down the stairs, with Steven having not even changed out of his soggy Goodnite from the night before. As expected, under the Christmas tree was a pile of neatly wrapped presents! They were all appropriately labeled, tagged with which brother they belonged to, and the boys plopped down in their jammies to dig in. The first gift that Steven opened was a telescope, and the first one that Franklin opened was...a teddy bear? It didn't make a lot of sense, and Franklin muttered something about Santa making a mix-up, but he didn't get too discouraged. The teddy was cute at least, even if it didn't feel age-appropriate. So he opened a few more gifts, but they still were a bit off. The toys he was getting were several years younger than what he should have been getting. They were closer to what his little brother should be opening, but even a bit juvenile for him. Feeling as though this must be a cruel joke, Franklin went and found the biggest gift that was addressed to him. He frantically tore the paper off and was gobsmacked whenever he saw what was starting to appear underneath. "That's really big, Frankie! What is it?" His brother excitedly asked, having just unboxed a board game. Franklin tried to shield the package with his body, "N-nothing...Just, umm, boring clothes..." They *were* a garment of sorts, but not normal for a boy his age to be receiving or wearing. It was just like he had written on his list though; the package was a massive count of *diapers*. He didn't recognize the brand, but the picture on the package was of a boy that was probably the same age as him, who was smiling and modeling thick, babyish looking diapers. They looked like what Pampers would be if they scaled up to older kids. The tag on the box said 'From Santa, to Baby Frankie'. "Really? That huge present was just dumb ol' clothes?" His brother sounded disappointed, but accepted the answer without further questioning, since he was more focused on his own gifts. Franklin pulled the torn wrapping back up, as if giving the box a shoddy combover, and he was caught between horror and bliss. It was just what he wanted most, and it brought up some very pressing questions about the existence of the fat man, but more than that, it was something that needed to be kept hidden. He pushed the box to the side and stacked some of this other loot on top of it. He'd be making sure to keep that particular gift a well-kept secret, since there would really be no easy way to explain it. The two boys would continue unwrapping the rest of their gifts, with their parents eventually coming out of their room to happily watch their sons enjoying their Christmas morning. It was a suspicious spread, since their elder son was getting gifts more suited for their younger (and even that wad a stretch), but they assumed there must be a reason for it. Santa didn't make mistakes after all. Each present that was especially infantile, which there were a few more, got hidden just like the diapers. A onesie here, a pacifier there, until all the presents had been opened and it was time to haul the loot off. Franklin tried to carefully lift as much as he could, to go stow in his room, but it ended up being too much; the package of diapers fell onto the floor, the torn wrapping slipping. "Oh my gosh! Santa brought you...DIAPERS!" His little brother loudly declared, pointing an amused finger at the box on the floor. The hypocrisy was palpable, since the younger boy was sitting there in a urine-soaked Goodnite, but Steven didn't think of that at all. Their mother frowned and picked up the box, as if to analyze why such a present would have been brought to her 'big boy', as well as some of these other gifts. "Oh, honey...I guess you ended up on the naughty list this year." Franklin got red in the face, "Y-yeah, I guess so...Umm, guess we should throw this junk away..." "Nuh-uh! If Santa thinks you're a big baby, then you should have to dress like one." Steven giggled, unwittingly giving his brother exactly what he wanted. Their mother nodded solemnly, looking disappointed yet firm. "Come on, Frankie. Let's get you dressed. Maybe you'll make the nice list next year..." Franklin would spend the rest of the day in one of the bulky diapers he'd just been given, as well as a festive onesie with a matching pacifier. His brother would tease him relentlessly, but Franklin was too happy to care. He'd gotten exactly what he really wanted, and he didn't have to hide it. The capstone to his Christmas would come later in the day, when he finally built up the courage to put his diapers to good use. While watching cartoons with his brother, mostly holiday specials, he would relax his bladder and wet himself with glee. Feeling even more bold, he would then excuse himself to go squat behind the Christmas tree, where he filled the back with the same gusto. Blissfully enjoying a diaper full of mush, Franklin smiled. Santa was real, and he'd made this the best Christmas ever! Liam was drooling for the holidays. The little boy was also sitting in his own poo for the holidays too, though not by his own want or will. He sat in a pair of fuzzy footed pajamas, the material taut around the bulky diaper that had become his new underwear since the incident. His parents had warned him repeatedly, but the preteen hadn't listened. They'd forbidden him from sledding down that gruesome hill, and they'd been adamant about him wearing a helmet for the smaller ones. He hadn't listened on either count though, and now he was as mushy in the head as he was in his diaper. He had lost control of the sled and slammed headfirst into an old oak tree; it was a Christmas miracle that he hadn't been on the receiving end of a worst fate! As it was, he was going to be stuck like this for a while. The doctor had said he would surely recover, since he was young and the damage hadn't been permanent, but he'd be a dimwitted little pantsfiller for quite some time. Possibly worst of all, Liam hadn't missed a beat on self-awareness. He was still mentally the same boy inside, but he couldn't accurately present that. To everyone else, he was now an overgrown toddler that would need to be repottytrained and whose interests were surely more infantile now. All the cool toys and gadgets that he'd been expecting to get, would now be divided up amongst his siblings and his cousins. A new bike, a Playstation...He had to watch as the things that had meant for him, were now instead going to other kids. In their stead, he was being given new things that had been bought last minute. A block puzzle, pottytraining videos, babyish clothes, those were the sorts of things he was getting instead. Liam sucked on his pacifier, drool seeping around the edges of the nipple. He felt crushed to watch as his presents were given away, as he was made to sloppily open yet another infantile gift. His communication skills had been messed up too badly for him to properly articulate his thoughts.  He couldn't tell them how wrong this was, or how upset it was making him. A juicy fart sputtered wetly into his diaper as he watched his bratty cousin open up the gaming console that had been meant for him. It made him so angry that he couldn't help but release his bowels in a mushbrained protest. Several pairs of eyes darted toward him, watching as his face twisted up and got red. "Mommy, I think Liam is making another poopie." His younger sister unnecessarily announced, as if nobody else could hear the calamity happening in the back of his footed sleeper. "Mmnnghh..! Hrggghhh!" Liam dumbly grunted, squinting his eyes shut as another gassy eruption rumbled his padded rump. He'd been like this for a few weeks now, and yet he still couldn't grow accustomed to the humiliating act. He soiled himself pretty frequently these days, and usually pretty badly at that, much to his baby sister's amusement. Liam could feel as the hot mass slid its way out, the diaper rustling in protest as it expanded to accommodate the smelly solid. A discernible lump grew in the back of his sleeper, which his entire family watched form. There was some pity in their eyes, perhaps some sympathy, but also a sense of humor. Liam *would* recover from this, and he *had* been at fault for it happening in the first place, so the scene wasn't as grim as it may appear. They also didn't know that he was still a 'big boy' in his own brain, so they just thought of him as a silly little baby. What was there to pity about a baby pooping in their diaper? "That was a big one, sweetie." His mother cooed, giving the lumpy seat a gentle pat. "Why don't we wait and see if you're done? Go ahead and finish opening your presents." It didn't come as a surprising move, since Liam had become known once more as a tyke that didn't finish his pantload in one fell swoop, just like when he'd been a toddler. There was a good chance that if he got changed immediately, then he'd only be needing another change soon after. Besides that, he hadn't seem all that bothered by wearing a full diaper, so everyone assumed he had just become dim enough to enjoy it. That was hardly the truth, and Liam was genuinely disgusted by it, but he couldn't exactly voice his opinion on the matter. So the boy squirmed where he sat, his messy diaper squelching softly underneath his butt, knowing he'd need to get used to it. His cousin, the same that had just been given his Playstation, was called upon to find another gift for Liam. "This one is from me, Liam." His cousin grinned, already looking like he wanted to giggle at what he knew was inside. It was a little hard for Liam to get the paper off, since his motor skills had regressed so badly, so he just tore bits and scraps off. He already knew that he wouldn't care about whatever was in the box, but he was also being watched by everyone in the room, so he had to meet certain expectations. As the gift was slowly revealed, piece by piece, it became more obvious what this was supposed to be. Liam was left staring at it, his drooly pacifier falling out of his mouth and dangling from the ribbon that attached it to his sleeper. It was a helmet, and a particularly juvenile looking one at that. It had little cartoon designs all over it and it boasted the highest safety on the market. If it was a little less juvenile, then he might have thought of it as an okay gift to go along with his bike, but he wasn't even getting a bike now... "I guess it's a little late, since you could've used it more before your...uhh...Sledding uh-oh, but better late than never, huh?" His cousin grinned. Liam was just left staring at it, recognizing it as another symbol of how far he had fallen. Instead of fussing or crying though, he instead had a less obvious reaction **BRRRAAAAAAAPPP! PLLLRRRRTT!** The back of his sleeper suddenly began to swell again, joined by the sound of a major mudslide that was plopping rapidly into his diaper; it was an avalanche of poop, and the dropseat on his sleeper strained to contain his bulging Huggies. That got some chuckles from around the room, his mortifying accident viewed no different from a toddler that did the same thing. "Do you think that means he doesn't like it?" His cousin joked as he pinched his nose. Liam's mother grabbed the boy from under his armpits and helped him to his feet. "No, dear. I think maybe he got too excited and had to finish his boom-booms. Are you finished, baby? Why don't we go get you all nice and clean..." As he got waddled off to change his poopy diaper, Liam could only hope that next year would be different, and that he'd be getting gifts he actually wanted again. One thing was for certain: he would make sure to wear his helmet next time. Cramps and Krampus: The Gift Grift: Nontraditional Cagnar: An Unsanctioned Sleigh Ride: Frozen in Time: (falls through ice on pond, gets brain damage)