A Naughty Christmas COMPLETE 12-5-24

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Author's Note:  It's been a while, much longer than I would've liked. I've had some things going on in my private life. Now I've finally gotten the free time and the mental and emotional space to start writing again!  We've got a few updates left then this story comes to a close. 

 

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“Are you sure the babies will be okay by themselves?”  Sonja laid Reila down in a red and white baby bouncer then buckled the safety strap. 

 

“Of course, darling.”  Emma Jean buckled Rachel into a green and white bouncer next to her.  “We’ll be just down the hall in the dining room to eat. All the babies are safely buckled in; what mischief could they get up to? Besides, they’re not really alone. Someone’s always watching.”

 

“Oh, like a baby monitor!” 

 

Emma Jean smiled at Sonja.  “Something like that, yes.” 

 

Jill Froste put Jax’s blue booties with rattles sewn on the toes on his feet while he pouted up at his mom. He’d worked hard to get his booties off, then she goes and puts them right back on. The cool playroom air felt good on his bare toes. The thick booties held in body heat and made him too hot. 

 

Seven oversized baby bouncers were arranged around a play blanket and the plastic tea set JJ had arranged earlier. There was a bouncer for each baby: Reila, Rachel, Nicky, Jacky, Jax, Lynee, and Junior.  JJ proudly sat by her tea set, ready and impatiently waiting to conduct her pretend tea party. Jacky was the only baby who looked happy to be there.  Even usually smiling Nicky was resigned to a miserable fate. 

 

“You don’t have to play, Nicky. I can easily hold you while I eat like we usually do.”  Azrael slid a finger inside his soggy pink diaper to check just how wet he was.  “Your diaper can hold some more. I’ll let the milk work its way through your system in case you poop again.” 

 

Nicky scrunched his pert button nose as he felt her finger wriggling inside his diaper, squishing the wet padding and brushing over his wet soft skin.  A thick layer of cream and powder protected his fragile skin from any rashes.   “No. I’d rather stay here and keep an eye on things. JJ’s not so bad. She’s just. Um. Enthusiastic.”

 

Az snorted and tried to adjust Nicky’s skirt but the bouncer’s safety harness kept his skirt bunched up so his enormous diaper was on prominent display. It didn’t bother Nicky a bit. Normally Az wouldn’t care, especially when he was in baby mode, but Rachel and Reila’s diapers were on display to humiliate them and Azrael wanted to make a subtle point that good babies got their diapers covered. 

 

Lynee groaned behind her pink pacifier. When Jill had changed her soaked, poopy diaper after nursing her, she had dressed her in a pink velvet dress that matched Jacky’s blue one.  “Mommy! I wanna be a big girl! Not a baby!”

 

Jill checked Jax’s freshly changed diaper, making him pout more. She looked up and smiled at her daughter.  “Honey, you are my big girl. But you need some baby time, even if you won’t admit it.  You regressed so quickly. If you didn’t need it, you would be like Jackie. She’s a mature girl. I can’t even remember the last time she wore a pullup or training panties.”

 

JJ bounced on her knees, so excited and ready to play she felt like she was going to burst.  “I’m ready for training panties! I’m gonna be a big girl like Jackie!”  She wriggled and squirmed in place, knocking over a plate of plastic cookies in her eagerness to play with all the babies. She giggled and cleaned up.

 

“We’ll see about that. Maybe if you behave yourself.”  Jill muttered non-committedly as she checked on Junior.

 

He pouted up at his mother.  “I’m the oldest. ‘S not fair.”  He and Jax wore matching blue infant onesies with long sleeves and white snowflake prints. Their feet were snuggly warm in blue booties with rattles on the toes.  Padded white mittens covered their hands, rendering them completely helpless and infantile.

 

Emma Jean tapped one of Jax’s mittens, smiling down at him.  “Such a cute baby boy! Your wittle mittens will keep you cozy warm! And will prevent a repeat of last year. No naughty boys taking their diapees off this year!”

 

“Of course they’re just babies and can’t help it. That’s why we have tools like the mittens to help them help themselves.”  Jill smiled down at Junior. 

 

Rachel did her best to ignore everyone, sucking resentfully on her pacifier.

 

Sonja playfully booped Reila on her snub nose.  Reila floated in a dreamy haze of warm feelings. Induced by the breastmilk? By the close bond such feedings promoted? Both? She had no clue. She was only capable of drifting along in a cloud of contentment. She had whined a little in protest when Mommy laid her in the bouncer, but a shower of kisses soothed her. 

 

She barely paid attention to what went on around her. She was so happy just being in Mommy’s arms. Nothing else mattered. Pesky big girl thoughts disturbed her peace so she pushed them away. Why think when just feeling, just existing and basking in Mommy’s warmth felt so nice?

 

Reila couldn’t remember ever feeling so peaceful, so at right with the world. All the horrible things done to her were just bad dreams left forgotten.

 

“The babies are all set. Let’s go. Everyone probably started eating by now.”  Emma Jean headed for the door. 

 

“Hopefully that means we missed Grandpa Winter’s speech.”  Jill made a yuck face that sent Emma Jean into a fit of girlish giggles.  

 

Azrael rolled her eyes.  “I like his speeches. They’re old fashioned, formal, and start the feast with a proper sense of gravitas.”

 

“Since when do you care about propriety?”  Jill raised a perfectly plucked eyebrow.

 

“Since the rest of us don’t like listening to the old curmudgeon.”  Emma Jean answered and pulled Jill down the hall before Azrael could reply and start bickering.

 

“Have fun with the other babies Riley.  Be a good girl. Mommy’s gonna eat while you play.”  Sonja kissed Reila’s forehead. She looked at Azrael and realized she was all alone with her. Az grinned. Sonja dashed for the open door.   “Wait for me!”  She called out to Emma Jean and Jill. 

 

Azrael looked very pleased with herself. Nicky pouted up at her.  “Az. Be good.”   She kissed both of Nicky’s cheeks then Jacky’s and exited the room with a small, smug smile that left both babies nervous.  Az either planned to be an absolute ass at dinner by egging Old Man Winter on, or she just enjoyed people fearing she would be an ass and they tiptoed around her on egg shells. 

 

Soon as all the mommies were gone, Rachel turned her glare on Reila. 

 

JJ pointed to Rachel and Reila in their red polka dot dresses with the short skirts and prominent diapers.  “Twinsies! Big baby twinsies! With matching diapers!”  She giggled to herself. 

 

Sonja leaving popped Reila’s happy bubble. Where did Mommy go? She wanted her back! Her lower lip wobbled. 

 

Before she could cry, Rachel laid into her.  Only then was Reila aware of the glares sent her way.  “You stupid bitch. Good job. I was counting on you to wise up and get me the fuck out of here. But no, you just had to screw it up. Way to go. Now you’re one of the babies. All you had to do was be nice to me in that awful stroller. Or be nice to the retarded gimp.”  She jerked her head in Nicky’s direction.  “Something so easy, so simple was too much for you. Fucking moron. I hate you.” 

 

The intense raw emotions thrown her way just when she was feeling sorrow and vulnerable after Mommy left her brought tears to Reila’s eyes. Normally she would defend herself and lash right back, giving as good or better than she got. But her anger, like her teeth, were gone. Oh, what had they done to her?

 

Jax giggled, kicking his floppy feet to make his booties rattle. His fresh, dry diaper crinkled noisily and his bright blue eyes glittered with suppressed malice.  “Oh, leave the toothless tard alone. Can’t you see she’s going full baby? She’s even letting go of her adult brain and her big girl thoughts. She’s turning into another JJ. Only stupider.” 

 

“Hey! I’m not stupid! You are! I’m a big girl! I can go potty! And you’re just a dumb poopy diaper baby!”  JJ poked a finger at Jax’s nose then squealed and jerked her hand away when he tried to bite her. 

 

Lynne groaned around the big rubber nipple of her pacifier filling her mouth.  “Oh, I hope not. One JJ is more than enough.” 

 

JJ grinned at Lynne, mistaking her words for a compliment. “Yes! Cuz I’m special!” 

 

Lynne snorted and sucked her pacifier while Junior laughed. 

 

Jacky stared at Rachel.  “Rachie. It wasn’t Riley’s job to save you. You had your chance and blew it as bad as Riley blew hers. You both just have to accept your fates and learn to grow up.”

 

Hazy thoughts and memories rushed back to Reila. Instead of a happy, cooing adult sized infant, she was once again an infantilized adult. But a longing for that state of happy haze filled her and overshadowed her horror and resentment.  Did they fuck with her mind as well as her body? Why not? They fucked with Mommy’s mind.

 

“Fak yoo!”  The lack of teeth garbled her speech but she could almost sort of talk again! Elation filled her. Her words lacked their usual venom. Drool coated her chin, but who cared. She could talk!

 

“It’s time to play! I wanna play! Mommy said you have to play with me!”  JJ whined to everyone.

 

“In a minute. We’re not done yet.”  Jax glared at her. 

 

“No. Now!”

 

“I’ll tell Mommy who peed in her favorite potted plant. Think she’ll let you stay in pullups?”  Lynne threatened.

 

“No!”  JJ howled and kicked a foot before crossing her arms and pouting, fuming quietly to herself. 

 

“I think we’ve talked enough. Let’s have a tea party.”  Nicky spoke up softly.  JJ nodded vigorously.  “Reila’s finally found some peace. Let’s leave her be.”

 

Rachel turned her glare on Nicky.  “You’re only saying that because you can grow up anytime you want. Being a baby is just fun for you. Why would anyone WANT to be a baby? This is why you’re such a fucking tard. Even as an adult, you still gotta shit in a diaper. Is that why you like playing baby so much? Because it lets you pretend you’re normal?”

 

Hurt flashed in his eyes before Nicky lowered his long inky lashes and suckled quietly on his pacifier.  

 

Reila should have felt second hand glee at the sight. Here was a kindred spirit who could do what she hadn’t been able to do. Make Nicky cry. She didn’t like Nicky, and didn’t feel particularly bad for him. But at least he wasn’t mean to her like Jax was. 

 

Jacky’s bouncer was next to Nicky’s.  He reached out and grabbed Nicky’s hand to give it a comforting squeeze. His pretty blue eyes stared in disappointment at Rachel.  “You could grow up any time you want. We all can. We’re just not ready. But you’re too stupid to figure that out.”  For a moment he sounded as nasty and vicious as Jax.  “Now I never wanna hear you or Reila call my brother or my best friend a gimp, cripple, or tard ever again. No more nasty names. It hurts their feelings. No one likes it.”

 

Rachel sneered at him.  “What are you going to do? Tattletale? Make us big babies?”

 

“No, you do that to yourself. Leave my baby brother alone.”  Junior spoke up, voice flat and quiet.  Rachel turned her sneer on him. 

 

“I’ll tell my twin. Jackie. And she’s best friends with Azrael.”  Jacky wanted to stick his tongue out at Rachel but refrained. 

 

JJ did it for him. She didn’t like all this fighting, and she didn’t like anyone making fun of or messing with her family. She was allowed to pick on her siblings; that was different. 

 

Junior spoke up again.  “Rachel. Reila. Do you want to know a secret? The truth no one is telling  you?” 

 

“Junior, no!”  Lynne looked horrified.  “You’ll end up worse than Riley! You’ll lose more than just your teeth!”

 

“Not posed ta tell!”  JJ hollered, eyes bulging in shock. 

“It’s too soon!”  Jacky stared at his eldest sibling. 

 

Jax stared from Junior to the Rachel and Reila.  A slow, vicious smile spread across his face.   “Junior is right. They should know. I wasn’t going to go there, but why not?”  That smile as he focused on the girls was full of sweet poison. 

 

“I wanna know! Tell me! Please! I’m sorry for all the things I said!”  Wild desperate hope bloomed in Rachel’s face, matching how Reila felt inside. 

 

Reila wriggled, frantic in her bouncer and making it sway with her urgent movements as her arms and legs flopped uselessly about like an infant unable to control them. Her diaper crinkled as she squirmed, too full of emotion to hold still as she silently pleaded for salvation with every fiber in her being. 

 

Rachel stared hard at Jax as her hungry pleas died down, replaced by skepticism.  “This is another of your tricks. You’re lying. You put Junior up to this. I’m not falling for it.”  

 

She turned to Reila.  “Don’t listen to them. Jax does shit like this all the time. He’s a manipulator. Worse than any Ruprecht. He’ll get your hopes up then break your heart. He’s sly. The stupid grownups never catch him. That rotten cunt Jackie lets him get away with it. She covers for him. So does Azrael.” 

 

[Cute_Kitten]

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Reila’s eyes widened. Who did she believe? Trickster Jax who hated her from the moment they met or Rachel who held a grudge against her? She never felt so confused or uncertain. Her gut always told her what path to take. Now she didn’t have enough knowledge to rely on her own judgment, and no one she could trust to help her in such a vulnerable moment. She glanced at Nicky. 

 

His big eyes were focused on Jax and Lynne. “Why do you want to tell them so bad?”  Nicky was on the fence, torn between duty and obedience to his family and sympathy for Reila and Rachel’s plight.

 

Lynne tried to sit up but the bouncer harness held her firm in a reclined position. Her enormous diaper crinkled loudly with her movements. “Because it’s been over a year and Rachel still hasn’t figured it out. The grownups aren’t going to say anything. Maybe an obscure hint or two that flies right over her head. Reila isn’t any better. I’m tired of Rachel always being such a brat. I don’t want to deal with two of them. Do you?”

 

Nicky winced at that, quickly shaking his head. Reila snarkily thought, ‘so even saints have their limits’. Reila wondered how close she came to breaking him with her cruelty. Nicky was a good punching bag, such a spineless doormat. Or was he patient, maturely handling the temper tantrums of overgrown toddlers?

 

“Like you’re any fun. Tranny freak.”  Rachel snarled at Lynne for insulting her. Reila nodded her head, agreeing with Rachel but not wanting to voice it. 

 

Lynne stuck her nose up in the air and pointedly ignored Rachel’s barbs, like Rachel made her point for her. 

 

Junior quit chewing on his thick mitten covered hand. “You’re going in circles. Who cares? Tell the stupid bitches or don’t. Nicky, you pity them. Lynne thinks it would help them. Jax is just a jerk. He wants to see them hurt. Jacky doesn’t care;he’s just mad at them because they insulted Nicky and won’t apologize. Personally I don’t care. JJ’s gonna explode if she can’t have her stupid tea party. Do you wanna explain that to Mommy?”  He looked each baby in the eye then went back to chewing and drooling on his mittens like an overgrown infant. 

 

When his blue eyes met Reila’s, she dropped her gaze.  She was all out of sorts. Her first instinct was to cry for Mommy. Let Mommy handle all her problems. She was just a baby. That truth rang through her bones, jolted the very core of her being. It felt so right. So natural. She was a baby. She couldn’t fight back. She didn’t know how to anymore. Oh, how well she remembered the steps of that dance- name call, attack, parry, accuse. Hit right where it hurts. She lacked the will, the venom. 

 

“PARTY TIME!”  JJ jumped to her feet, unable to wait anymore. She took Junior’s words as permission to go ahead. She ran around sitting plastic play cups on their heads and saucers on their bellies.  “I’m the pretty princess and you babies are my guests for royal tea!”

 

She plopped back down and threw plastic cookies at each baby. She aimed for the plates but mostly missed.  “Dumb babies don’t know how to catch.”

 

“JJ! You know better!”  Lynne snapped.

 

JJ stuck her tongue out.  “You’re a baby now, Lynnie. Can’t boss me no mores!”  She took a toy cookie and stuffed it into Lynne’s mouth. 

 

Rachel laughed. Jax snorted in amusement.  “Hey, JJ. You should put these on Lynnie.”  He waved his mittens.  If JJ took them off of him, his hands would be free. 

 

JJ shook her head.  “No, Jaxie. Mommy would gets mad. She says you needs them.”

 

Jax wrinkled his nose and knocked the teacup off his head.  JJ huffed and put the cup back on his head.

 

“If I said sorry for calling you and Nicky tards, will you tell me the secret?”  Reila looked at Jax.  Nicky’s eyes widened in surprise at her tentative tone.

 

Jax grinned and looked at her.  “No. Because you’re not sorry. You don’t mean it.”

 

“You’re just saying that to get what you want.”  Jacky added. The front of his pink diaper grew discolored as it absorbed his stream of pee.  Lynne and JJ fought over the toy food. Lynne knocked her teacup, plate, and cookies to the floor and JJ stubbornly replaced it.  Junior ignored everyone, biting his mittens. 

 

“Told ya they’re just messing with you. They’re liars. Don’t be such a sucker.”  Rachel said to Reila. Rachel glared at Jax as if she had a personal vendetta against him. 

 

Reila wondered how many such pranks Jax had pulled on Rachel.  “If there’s truly some magic secret, why hasn’t anyone told you yet?”  She asked Rachel.

 

“Because we’re not supposed to tell. It freaks humans out.”  Nicky spoke up.  “The Frostes are just being naughty.”  He frowned.  “But since the cat is out of the bag-”  A plastic cookie flew through the air straight at him. He ducked. 

 

“You’re not human anymore!”  Jax shouted at Reila and Rachel.  He leaned forward, straining against the bouncer’s restrictive harness. A malicious grin spread across his pretty face.  His diaper rustled and the bouncer swayed as he struggled with the harness. The toy food on him clattered to the floor. 

 

Reila felt like someone dumped a bucket of cold water on her.  Rachel appeared equally stunned.  “Liar!”  Her words lacked conviction; she just automatically argued with him. 

 

“Jax is telling the truth.”  Nicky said softly.

 

Jacky nodded his head.  “Yup yup. When it was decided your mommies and you would join the family, some Christmas magic entered them. You, too.  Especially after the regression spell. You’re still mostly human. Don’t cry. You’re human. You’ll never be like us. You’ll never have magic of your own. But you live with us; you’ll have a longer life span. Healthier. So. Mostly human. Just different.”

 

Something awful clicked in Reila’s head.  “G-grandma Uschi?”

 

Jax’s smile was pure nasty. He ducked a toy teacup Lynne threw at JJ and missed.  “Grandpa Winter is sweet on her.”  

 

JJ and Lynne kept throwing fake food at each other. Plastic cookies and plates flew through the air. 

 

Worry and fear gnawed at Reila. She struggled to process it all. Nicky’s words punctured Rachel’s anger like air leaking out of a flat tire. Tears welled in her eyes. For once her and Reila were on the same page.  Rachel spoke up.  “What does that mean for us? You’re saying we’ll never be normal again?”

 

“For you mortal morons, the regression spell is both a punishment and a second chance to grow up. To learn to be a mature, responsible, and empathetic adult. Age and maturity are two very different things. We-”  Junior gestured with his slobber covered mittens to his siblings and Nicky. “Have not earned the right to grow up. So we can bounce around the various childhood stages. Or Mommy and Daddy can regress us if they feel we need it.  Except for Jackie. She’s almost grown up. It’s not fair.”  He pouted, childish jealousy on his handsome face. 

 

“Really not fair.”  Jax muttered. 

 

Jacky blushed. He wasn’t jealous of his twin sister. He was insanely proud.  “Jacky promised me the first ride in her new sleigh. Soon as she learns to drive it.”

 

Nicky held up his little plate to block another flying cookie.  “Azrael has two teams. One is an undead moose, the other is Irish Elk. Humans think they’re extinct but they’re not. They’re just really, really rare. And mean. Meaner than moose. But they’re big and Az says you only need two instead of eight to pull a sleigh through the sky.”

 

“Jackie’s getting just one reindeer. Her name is Icicle. She’s all white. Grandpa Winter trained her. She can pull a small sleigh by herself but she’s not very fast.”  Jacky said and ducked a flying plate. 

 

“Yeah, that’s gonna end well.”  Jax snorted then scowled when a plastic cookie bounced off his head. ‘’

 

“Grandpa Winter drives like a maniac. Mommy says he shouldn’t be driving anymore- he’s too old. Grandpa Klaus agrees.”  Junior said. 

 

Jax said, “Grandpa Winter doesn’t care. He won’t listen. He says Grandpa Klaus drives eight in hand to show off.”  

 

Nicky pouted.  “Grandpa Klaus isn’t a show off. He needs all eight- nine if you include Rudolph- for speed. It’s hard going all over the world in one night.”

 

“Oh, Grandpa Winter is an old grump. Daddy is gonna be the one to teach Jackie how to drive and he’ll finish training Icicle. It’s tradition.”  Jacky said. 

 

While the boys debated the finer points of sleigh driving and JJ and Lynne continued their plastic food fight, Rachel and Reila stared at each other. They sized each other up and mentally chewed on the supposedly earth-shattering secret. 

 

“This changes nothing. We’re fucked.”  Rachel concluded. 

 

Reila nodded her agreement. 

 

“We’ve always been fucked. So, we’re babies for eternity.”

 

Reila pulled a sour face and ran her tongue over her gums. Would her teeth ever grow back? Everyone kept saying they would grow up. Eventually. So not a baby for eternity.  Just a very long time. Centuries? Or was it all just more mind fuckery?

 

Rachel read the confusion on Reila’s face, her thoughts plain as day.  “Told you Jax was an asshole.”

 

“OOOOOOOH! BABY SAID A BAD WORD! I’M TELLING!”  JJ shouted. 

 

“Tattle-tale!”  Lynne threw a teacup at JJ, who picked up a toy cookie from the floor and threw it at her sister. 

 

A series of loud farts ripped through the room followed by the odoriferous stench of a freshly shat diaper. Both the human girls’ eyes widened and they simultaneously reached down to feel their bulbous padding. By now their diapers were damp from the constant dripping of their useless bladders. 

 

Neither girl was potty trained anymore. None of the babies were. It was part of the regression magic. When the young Frostes got too stressed and overwhelmed, unable to mentally cope, they automatically regressed and lost their potty training. Hence the accidents for Junior, Lynne, and Jax. Jackie could handle- hell she thrived on- the increasing responsibilities and freedoms that came with growing up.  

 

Nicky was a special case, an outlier who flitted between states- little and big- at will because of Azrael’s constant smothering attention. The rotten granddaughter of Krampus spoiled him, urged him to stay in a regressed state. Jacky was in much the same bote with his doting twin sister, so he never tried to potty train or grow up. 

 

The girls felt no poopy lumps, just warm wet padding.  Neither one knew they peed until they felt their diapers. They looked at each other and shrugged. If it wasn’t one of them, who was the stinky culprit?

 

None of the other babies paid any attention. Only Jax and Juniors’ diapers were hidden under their onesies. Lynne’s diaper puffed slightly; she was like the girls, only damp. Jacky’s diaper was soggier than the girls. He had peed quite a bit, blissfully unaware.  JJ’s crotch didn’t puff out at all. Her pullup was still bone dry. Nicky’s diaper swelled heavily, fully saturated with pee and tell-tale poopy lumps.  He was too preoccupied in debating who was the best sleigh driver to notice he pooped in his diaper.

 

Neither human girl said anything. What was there to say? Rachel was too used to wet and dirty diapers. After that communal breastfeeding session and multiple shitty diapers including her own plus the humiliating parade with Emma Jean, Reila was desensitized. 

 

Accepting her new normal? The old big girl Reila once was would never accept defeat. She fought tooth and nail. That girl was starting to feel like a stranger to her. An old dream or a memory.  Then who was she?

 

 Mommy’s baby. The answer popped into her head, along with the cozy safe feelings of being cradled in Mommy’s arms and nursing from Mommy’s breast. She yearned to return to that mindset, to that safe space. Why be miserable when she could mentally escape and be happy by forgetting all her big girl troubles?

 

“You’re doing it again. Mentally slipping.”  Horror filled Rachel’s voice.

[kerry]

1 hour ago, Cute_Kitten said:

Jacky was in much the same bote

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[Cute_Kitten]

31 minutes ago, kerry said:

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Thank you! I'll fix it when I have some free time!  

[D503]

Nice. Probably best for Reila to just let go for now. 

[Cute_Kitten]

Some big announcements! We've (finally) reached the end of our long tale. And tomorrow December 5th is Krampus Night! Somehow that feels very appropriate! 😂  I had a new Halloween story but sadly the editing did not get done in time to release it for Halloween. It featured a bully girl and a vampire baby boy. 

⛄Naughty Christmas is whole and complete here. I have an Amazon-exclusive epilogue that gives a glimpse into what the characters are up to post-Christmas. It's free with Kindle Unlimited. Read the whole story and epilogue here on Amazon.

🎄Thank you to everyone who read this story, new readers and those who have stuck with it throughout the years. I love hearing everyone's thoughts and opinions on the story and the characters. I enjoyed writing this long Christmas tale. It turned out very different than how I expected it to. That's half the fun of writing for me, seeing the unexpected twists and turns a story will take. 

🎅I hope you enjoy this last installment of Naughty Christmas!  Wrapping up this story feels like the perfect way to kick off the Christmas season. I hope each of you reading this has a wonderful yuletide season and I wish the fast-approaching new year brings you joy, good luck, and good fortune. 

I've rambled enough. On with the story! Last chapter, huzzah!

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“Wha? I din’t do anyfin!”  Drool ran down Reila’s chin. Her big girl words were gone again.

 

Rachel wrinkled her nose.  “You’re just like JJ! She’s the only one I’ve seen fully let go like that. Even tardo Nicky doesn’t mentally slip that far gone into babyville.”

 

Reila frowned. Being happy meant turning mentally into a baby? But she was a baby! Her big girl life was long gone like her teethies. She needed diapers and Mommy’s milk was so yummy in her tummy!

 

“JJ! Stop throwing things!”  Lynne yelled at her sister.

 

“You started it Lynnie! You is not the boss of me no mores! Stupid diaper baby!”  JJ stuck out her tongue. 

 

The door opened. A teacup sailed through the air and bounced off Jill’s head.  “Jacklynne! Jill Junior! You both know better! I’m very disappointed in you both. I see I need to spank some sense into both of you!”  Jill was fully composed in her anger, which only added to how intimidating she appeared. 

 

JJ and Lynne immediately crumpled, dropping the toys. Neither one argued or protested. They knew they were busted and any further resistance would increase their punishment. 

 

Everyone else immediately quieted down as well. Reila pulled out of her fuzzy headspace to watch with wide eyes as Jill unbuckled Lynne, picked her up, then took JJ by the hand and left the room. 

 

JJ stumbled as they stepped into the hall. “Sowwy Mommy.”  

 

“Too late for that, baby girl. You had your chance.”  

 

Jill shut the door behind them so they were out of sight and earshot. 

 

Jax stared at the closed door.  “Looks like JJ won’t be a big girl anymore.” 

 

Jacky spoke softly, like he was afraid to speak up in the wake of his mom’s frosty anger.  “Their butts are gonna be very sore. They’ll be happy to have thick diapers on.”

 

“Think Jackie will stay a big girl? Or at least get put back into pullups?”  Junior sounded hopeful. If all of his siblings were demoted, then he wouldn’t feel like such a failure.

 

“Fat chance, baby brother. I’ve got my own sleigh now!”  Jackie skipped into the room, still glowing with pride. Her siblings grew down, but she grew up, taking another step towards full maturity and adulthood. 

 

Jax and Junior scowled at the joy in her voice.  She kissed each boy on their cheeks then went straight to her twin.  Jacky made grabby hands at his sister.  She scooped him up. He settled into her arms with a happy sigh while she rained kisses on his soft cheeks. One hand cupped his bottom, squeezing the padding to check how wet he was. She did it without thinking; she did so many diaper checks it was an automatic reflex.

 

Azrael entered quietly. Nicky perked up. He raised his arms and made grabby hands at her.  She raised a finger to Nicky in a wait-a-minute gesture. She first went to Jax, unbuckled him, and picked him up.  “You’ve been a naughty baby, picking on Rachie and Riley.” 

 

Jax just gave her a sheepish smile in response. “They weren’t nice to me. Or to Nicky. And they wouldn’t apologize.”

 

Nicky frowned at both Azrael and Jax.  “Gotta let that go. It’s not good. Holding grudges. Grandpa Klaus says so.” 

 

“You don’t hold a grudge. You get even to keep your dignity and self respect. Grandpa Winter says so.”  Jax said.

 

“Grandpa Winter also listens to German music from the 1940s.”  Nicky said.

 

Jax pouted, unable to come up with a rebuttal. Azrael just shrugged like she didn’t care or see anything wrong with that. 

 

“So grudges aren’t nice.”  Nicky finished his point. 

 

“My stinky darling, I’ve never been nice.”  Azrael grinned. She held Jax on one hip and bent low to unbuckle Nicky. Jax wrapped his arms around her neck to hold on tight. Az nuzzled her nose against Nicky’s nose. Her free hand unbuckled his safety harness. With one arm, she picked Nicky up and settled him on her other hip.

 

Nicky stared at Az and Jax then sighed.  “You’re gonna let Jax get away with it.” 

 

Az just smiled serenely and hummed. 

 

Nicky scowled at Jax.  “So what’s your excuse? You’re not a Ruprecht so you can’t be all flippant and blame it on your blood.”

 

Jax smiled sweetly and leaned across Az to kiss Nicky’s soft cheek. Knowing he was safe from any repercussions, he was proud and unrepentant. “I’m a direct descendant of Old Man Winter and you know how pleasant he is!”  He giggled triumphantly. He swung his legs, making his damp diaper crinkle. A few snaps on his crotch popped open to expose blue plastic padding.

 

Nicky’s upset expression deepened. 

 

Jax sighed and his face softened.  “You’re family. If you won’t fight for yourself, then I’ll fight for you. You’re too soft and kind. Even Jacky wanted to stand up for you and he’s a big cry baby.”

 

Nicky relented.  “I understand. I appreciate that. But there’s a time to let things go, even if the other person doesn’t deserve it.” 

 

Azrael snorted.

 

Jack Froste entered the room. “Jax, you and I need to have a little talk.”

 

Jax immediately hid his face in Azrael’s shoulder. 

 

“It’s alright, I already had a little chat with him. I gotta go change Nicky’s poopy diaper before he gets a rash.”  Azrael rushed out of the room without waiting for a reply. Her hooves clopped on the hardwood floor.”

 

As she hurried away, Jack called out, “Jax is grumpy. That last suppository didn’t clean him all the way out. He needs another. Or an enema.”

 

“Gotcha Emma Jean!”  Az called out. She had no intention of complying but she didn’t say that outloud. 

 

Jack shook his head and sighed, giving up. He turned to Junior and unbuckled the safety strap of his baby bouncer. He popped open the snaps on his onesie to check his diaper. Junior held his hands out, wanting to be picked up. 

 

Emma Jean and Sonja entered, still admiring her shiny new engagement ring. Rachel groaned and sank back in her bouncer. 

 

Sonja looked up and smiled at Reila.  “There’s my princess!”  

 

Reila’s head filled with soft, fuzzy warm bubbles that made thinking impossible. Her eyes grew vacant.  “MA!!”  She held her hands out to Mommy. 

 

Emma Jean cooed at Rachel.  “There’s my Rachie-wachie! And for once she was a good girl! You didn’t fight. All those enemas getting the icky poo-poos out of you also cleaned up your grumpy-wumpy attitude!”

 

Rachel grimaced in embarrassment. She was used to this treatment but it still stung her pride. 

 

Reila giggled, drool running down her chin. Her diaper grew warm as she peed but she didn’t care. The wet sensation washing over her privates felt nice. Auntie Emma Jean used such silly words. Reila liked her. 

 

At Reila’s giggle, Emma Jean started in surprise then beamed at Sonja.  “See? That enema cheered her right up. Get their bellies and bowels feeling good and you get a happy baby. Or at least a less fussy one.”

 

Sonja nodded, filing the sage mommy wisdom away for future reference.  A lot of suppositories and enemas lay in Reila’s future. She bent over Reila, undoing the safety straps on the baby bouncer. While her fingers worked, she blew a raspberry on her baby’s cheek, making Reila giggle. 

 

Hans entered the room and came up behind Sonja. A large hand, gentle but firm, grasped Sonja by the shoulder and pulled her up.  “Why don’t you go help Mrs. Klaus clean up in the kitchen? It’ll give you a chance to get to know the others better. I’ll take care of baby Riley. We need to get to know each other since I’m going to be her daddy.”

 

Sonja eagerly nodded, always happy to have a break and she wanted to please her fiance. She never wanted to wake up from this wonderful dream. It was too good to be true- a handsome man who wanted her and accepted her child as his own! She waved bye-bye to Reila, kissed Hans full on the mouth, and left. 

 

Hans picked Reila up and cradled her like an infant. 

 

The strange arms around her jerked her out of her floaty cotton-candy headspace. She jerked back to awareness like she’d been stung. She wanted Mommy!  “MA!”

 

Hans chuckled at her distress. One large hand patted her thickly padded rump, making the plastic crinkle.  “You’re okay, baby. Daddy has you.”  His deep voice rumbled around her, caring and sincere. Instead of reassuring Reila, it terrified her down to the marrow in her bones. 

 

Hans continued, “My big baby had a big day. You’ve learned a lot of new things. Had a lot of talks with your new family. So we’re just going to cuddle.”

 

Reila scrunched her nose. Cuddle with someone you barely knew and did not like? No thank you! In fact, she and Mommy did not need Hans at all. They were just fine on their own. Her face slowly turned red as she worked her way into an ear piercing, limb flailing tantrum of epic proportions. She wanted Mommy! Not this loser!

 

Emma Jean and Jack carried their babies from the room, leaving Reila alone with Hans. 

 

“You’re missing your mommy right now.”  Hans chuckled and bounced Reila in his strong arms. His hand still patted her bulky diaper.

 

Reila screamed louder. No shit Sherlock! It was only natural for a baby like her to miss her mommy. Somehow she had come to accept that truth, accept her altered reality. She was resigned to her diaper-shitting, breast milk drinking fate. She didn’t know when or how that had happened, but she had accepted the truth she was now a baby. Maybe she always had been, with all the tantrums she used to throw. And now they wanted her to accept some strange asshole as her father? Hell no!

 

Hans watched her face grow redder and redder as she reached an emotional boiling point. “Little girl has big tantrums because she doesn’t get her way. Now you are the little baby you’ve been all along. And tantrums will not get you anywhere.”

 

Something in his wording, his speech, was off. Reila scrunched her nose, confusion derailing the emotional pressure in her chest. Instead of blowing like a volcano, she struggled to understand what was so wrong with his voice. It grated like gravel, unsure and stumbling with a clumsy tongue. Like he had trouble saying the words. As if they were in a foreign language. 

 

Her eyes widened at the realization. Why did it take her so long to notice? Something was very, very wrong here. If his English was so mangled it stuck out like a sore thumb, then it meant everyone had been speaking German. Since when? And when had her understanding of the language improved so drastically?

 

Hans watched the confusing thoughts and emotions flit across Reila’s face as she struggled to figure it out.  “It’s part of the magic. To help you accept your new life and adjust to it.”  He spoke in German again, subtle and smooth. If he had not spoken in heavily accented English, then Reila wondered how long until she would have realized it. If she ever would have?

 

She stared up at him. Why would he do that for her? Didn’t he hate her? Well, she wasn’t going to thank him. Her diaper grew warm under his big hand. The plastic crinkled as he patted her bottom.

 

Before meeting all of his baby-rabid relatives, she would have blushed and died of embarrassment to be cradled in a strange man’s arms like an infant with his hand on her diaper covered bottom while he felt her helplessly piss herself. But after Emma Jean paraded her around with all those strangers poking at her poopy diaper and commenting on it, this paled in comparison.

 

Hans smiled.  “Well, at least you learned that lesson quickly. Though that’s probably due to you deciding to mentally regress and fully let go.”

 

Reila’s eyes popped wide open. Decide? Like she had a choice in any of this madness? Screw you!

 

He read the anger in her face and tapped her nose.  “Subconsciously. You made a decision to just give in and quit fighting. Because you were trapped with no way out. In shock, horror, and traumatized by what Azrael did. The only way you could escape was to give in and be a big baby. You made the decision and you didn’t even know it. That’s why you’ve been slipping. JJ does that too. The other babies regress a little; they will act more childish, but only JJ fully lets go.”

 

Reila didn’t care what the others did. Rachel’s words came back to haunt her. Willingly choose to let go? And Hans spoke of all the horror they put her through so casually like it was no big deal.  “BAH!”  She shouted, spittle running down her chin.

 

Hans chuckled, his deep voice reverberating in his wide chest.  “I know you think what we did to you was terrible. It was necessary. None of us are sorry. We wanted to save you, Reila. You’re a hard girl to break. I’m proud of you for that. My tough little cookie. Now we can put the pieces together in the right way as you grow up. You don’t need to worry about that. You’re just a baby, after all. Just enjoy your second childhood, your second chance to start over.”

 

The old anger and hatred stirred deep in her. She growled and flailed her floppy limbs. Her diaper crinkled loudly. 

 

“Oh dear. Is my baby all grumpy-wumpy again? Or do you just miss Mommy?”  Sonja came over to Hans, kissed his cheek then kissed both of Reila’s.  “When you two didn’t come out, I got worried. I know you’re good with kids, Hans, but Reila is super fussy so I came to check.”

 

Mommy! Reila’s face automatically lit up as her heart bubbled over with joy. Mommy never came to check on her before, always happy to leave the baby to others. But this time Mommy came back!  “MA!” She babbled, arms out and fingers grasping at empty air.

 

Sonja laughed and took her baby, cuddling Reila close.  “Mama loves you too, cutie pie.”

 

Reila ignored Hans and all the icky feelings in her chest. She felt light and warm, full of fuzzy bubbles. It felt so good, so happy she never wanted to let these feelings go. She didn’t want to process or deal with those yucky big girl feelings or thoughts. 

 

Hans wrapped an arm around Sonja’s shoulders; she leaned into him with a happy sigh.  “This has been the best Christmas I’ve had in a long time.” she said.

 

Hans kissed her lips but gazed down at Reila.  “Me too. I’m sure baby Riley feels the same.”

 

“I hope she wasn’t too much trouble.”

 

“Not at all. We’re forming a new family. Me and her just need some time to bond. She just needs to adjust to having a daddy. Together, we’ll raise her up to be a good girl.”

 

The End.

 

Dear reader, I hope you enjoyed this Christmas story.  If you'd like to read a little further, here is the epilogue on Amazon. Free with Kindle Unlimited.

(I posted the link at the beginning and the end of the story for convenience so people don't have to scroll up or down to get to the link. For some the double link will be annoying. I'm sorry but I also want it to be convenient.)

[BabySofia]

I'll have to re-read  the whole thing in a couple weeks when I get some downtime. Congratulations on finishing this, I know it's been a project over years! 

[Cute_Kitten]

On 12/4/2024 at 8:27 PM, BabySofia said:

I'll have to re-read  the whole thing in a couple weeks when I get some downtime. Congratulations on finishing this, I know it's been a project over years! 

Thank you for commenting! I'm looking forward to some holiday downtime off work but somehow the holidays always seem busier and they go by so fast I never get most of my plans done lol. I love finishing a story, especially a long one. But in a way it's a little sad saying goodbye to writing the characters, etc. But that's what sequels are for! 😁