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Noelle's Christmas Adventure

Published: December 2nd 2022, 1:00:06 pm

"Wait, really?" Noelle blinked up at Mrs. Claus. "Me?"

Of all the elves at the North Pole, she would have thought she'd be one of the last to be chosen for a mission like this. Honestly, she kind of preferred it that way... Elves were always expected to be so productive all the time, so it was nice to be known as the clumsy one, the one who tended to fall behind and miss out on her quota. 

"Yes, you," Mrs. Claus replied. "Santa chose you specifically."

"But... Why?" Noelle asked. "Why would he trust me with this?"

Mrs. Claus shrugged, though Noelle could tell she was starting to get impatient. She probably assumed that anyone she'd come to with this news would be falling over themselves to do it, to help out... And Noelle knew she ought to be doing the same, to prove she wasn't as useless as everyone thought. If she did that, however, wouldn't everyone start wanting more from her? If she messed it up on purpose, she'd be ruining Christmas, and, as much as she liked things as they were now, it was hardcoded in her blood not to allow that...

"You'd have to ask my husband that," Mrs. Claus said. But that wasn't possible, not with him being sick. Noelle had a bad feeling it was serious, too, for him to not be making the trip himself, sending his wife out to handle it for him, with an elf as an assistant... Her. She was, essentially, going to be playing Santa this Christmas Eve, and she didn't feel like she was qualified for that whatsoever. Santa, on the other hand, did, apparently. It was so last minute, she didn't know if she could say no, if there was time for them to find a replacement...

"Okay," she sighed. "I guess if he thinks I can do it..."

And that was how Noelle wound up in Santa's sleigh, a place so many of her co-workers would have killed to be. Santa always worked alone, no matter how many times the other elves begged him to let them help... He didn't even like to let them work on the sleigh, preferring to do it all himself. It was, Noelle had to say, smaller than she'd imagined, as was the bag Mrs. Claus brought along. Noelle had never understood the workings of the connection between the bag and the workshop store-room, though, so that was probably all the bigger it needed to be... Of course all the presents wouldn't fit in one container, no matter how big, so there were elves tasked with re-loading the bag throughout the night via the quantum tunnel between the store-room and the bag, but that was way above Noelle's pay grade. She had never taken the time to meet the reindeer, either; she did know Santa had been able to make improvements to the sleigh to downsize the number of reindeer needed to pull it, so she wasn't surprised to see so few of them.

Mrs. Claus, thankfully, did seem to know what she was doing, managing a pretty clean take-off, and a fairly smooth ride to the first house. Noelle was starting to think this might not be so bad, until they went down the chimney, and actually began getting to work. "Can you go on stocking duty for me?" Mrs. Claus asked. "Be sure they're all filled equally!"

"But look at all of them!" Noelle pouted. "All you have to do is find a couple boxes in the bag!"

"Noelle," Mrs. Claus scolded. "We've just gotten started!"

"I know," Noelle sighed, getting up on her tip-toes to begin pulling the stockings down, unhappily plopping down on the floor to put candies and little gifts into them, feeling resentful as Mrs. Claus peered over her shoulder, watching her every move, making sure it was all even, and nobody was getting more than anyone else. 

"You're going to have to pick up the pace," Mrs. Claus commented. "We have a lot of stops to make tonight."

"I'm working on it!" Noelle whined. "I'm doing my best!" She'd known this was how this was going to go... Everyone always expected so much, so quickly... "I'm gonna go use their bathroom."

"Noelle!" Mrs. Claus shook her head. "We don't have time for that!"

"Well, we don't have time for me to pee my pants, either," Noelle stuck her tongue out, neither bothering to point out that she wasn't wearing pants, just the traditional green dress female elves always wore. The principle was the same either way, and allowed Noelle to pull the same stunt she did so often in the workshop, where she could hide out in the bathroom and sulk for as long as she wanted - or, rather, for as long as she thought it would take for someone else to do the job she'd abandoned - before re-emerging.

It worked as well here as it did there, with Mrs. Claus standing there by the fireplace, hands on her hips, when Noelle came out. "Come on," she ordered. "We don't have all night, young lady!"

"I know," Noelle told her. "I can't help it! I'm not used to flying in the sleigh! And, you know, I didn't know I was going to be doing this! You can't get mad at me!"

Mrs. Claus sighed. "I'm not mad," she claimed, although it was hard to believe that, given the expression she'd had on her face right before she started to say it. "I just want you to take this seriously. This is Christmas!"

"I am!" Noelle stomped her foot. "All I did was go to the bathroom!"

"Okay," Mrs. Claus said. "I'm sure things will go better at the next stop."

And they did... For Noelle, at least. There were fewer stockings, so, of course, Mrs. Claus decided she could do those this time, and leave Noelle to haul the heavy boxes out of the bag all on her own. Noelle dragged the first one out before giving up. "My stomach hurts," she claimed. "I think I had too much hot chocolate this morning... I'll be right back."

"Noelle!" Mrs. Claus fumed. "Last time, you said you wanted to do the boxes, this time...!"

"Do you want me to throw up all over their tree?!" Noelle glowered. "I didn't think so. Maybe you should fly the sleigh a little more slowly."

Mrs. Claus didn't say anything when Noelle came back to the living room, but the bag was unloaded, and she was ready to usher Noelle up the chimney and into the sleigh for their next stop. Right away, Noelle could tell this was going to be different, as soon as she saw that the tree was completely undecorated. There weren't even any stockings hung.

"Well, if they're not ready for us, they shouldn't get anything," Noelle sniffed.

Mrs. Claus rolled her eyes. "You know that's not how it works, Noelle. Go on, start trimming the tree, I'll see if the stockings are somewhere else in the house."

"That's not part of my job!" Noelle protested. "Besides..."

"No," Mrs. Claus cut her off, stepping past her. "You aren't running off to the bathroom this time, young lady!" Only when she grabbed something off one of the shelves on the wall did Noelle process what it was, see how big and bulky it was, heard how it crinkled, saw how many of them were stacked up on the shelves around it, realized they were in the middle of a nursery.

"No!" Noelle stomped her foot. "I'm not wearing that!"

"We are never going to finish our job tonight if you don't," Mrs. Claus snapped, opening up the diaper and setting it down in the center of the changing table. "Now, get over here right now, or I'm taking you over my knee!"

"Y-You wouldn't dare!" Noelle squealed, but the look on the woman's face made it clear that she would, indeed. Groaning, Noelle trudged over to the changing table and, face burning pink the whole time, let herself be diapered, then sent off to decorate the tree with a pat on her padded bottom, and the hem of her dress tucked into the waistband of the diaper.

"Don't you look cute?" Mrs. Claus teased. "Maybe I should see if we can borrow a few of these to take with us... I think these should keep you on task."

"Fine," Noelle huffed. "I'll trim the dumb tree."

And she did, feeling more grumpy every time she had to hear the diaper crackling around her, or moved the wrong way, and felt the strange thickness of it between her thighs. It was so humiliating, so awful... This wasn't how Christmas Eve was supposed to go!

To make matters worse, Mrs. Claus seemed to have abandoned her. Maybe it was meant to teach her a lesson for doing the same to her, though it hardly felt fair, having the tables turned on her. Since she'd done all the work with the tree, it was only right, in her mind, that she get to eat the cookies and milk that had been left out there, kneeling in front of the stool they'd been left on.

Mrs. Claus, however, had other ideas. "What do you think you're doing?!" she demanded, making Noelle jump at the sound of her voice.

"I haven't had any so far!" Noelle complained.

"You haven't done any of the work so far!" Mrs. Claus countered.

"I did the tree," Noelle pointed to it.

"What about the presents? And the stockings?" Mrs. Claus demanded. "We aren't finished!"

"Well, I am!" Noelle folded her arms, plopping down on her diapered bottom. "I've done plenty here, so if you want to do any more, you can get off your fat butt and...!"

It wasn't nice, she knew, or accurate... The Clauses had been much more health-conscious recently, and Mrs. Claus had never been nearly as overweight as her husband to begin with. That didn't mean she was justified in grabbing Noelle by the wrist, however, making her drop her cookie as she was dragged, squealing, over the woman's lap.

"You can't spank me!" Noelle whined. "It's not fair!" But Mrs. Claus didn't stop, delivering a hard swat to the seat of Noelle's diaper... And, immediately, Noelle began to laugh. "Hah! That's what you get! You put me in this stupid diaper, and I could barely even feel that!"

"But I bet you would feel this." Noelle turned in surprise at the sound of a new voice, seeing a tall, voluptuous woman standing in the doorway of the nursery, holding a large, red stocking from which she'd pulled a wooden hairbrush. "Oh, and look at this... I'm sure you'd feel this, too, in a whole different way..."

Noelle's hand shot up to her mouth as the woman took something else out of the stocking... A large, festively bright red enema bag. She turned, trying to stare up at Mrs. Claus from her position on the woman's lap, horrified to see her smirking, pleased with this, and not at all surprised. And why should she be? Surely, she'd been the one to fill that stocking...

"Y-You're not going to let her use those on me!" Noelle squeaked.

"Why wouldn't I?" Mrs. Claus asked. "You're her Christmas present... She can do whatever she likes with you. I gave you plenty of chances to prove that you didn't deserve this, but Santa was right, as always... You were the perfect elf for this job. Now, go give your new Mommy a hug."

She pushed Noelle off her lap, sending her towards the large woman with another pat on her diaper. Noelle gulped, feeling so very tiny and helpless, even before she saw the two women staring at her crotch, realized that she was dribbling into her pants in fear, proving further that she belonged in this padding... And in this nursery. "B-But... You need me," Noelle pointed out. "I-I hafta help you..."

"Santa is taking care of that," Mrs. Claus informed her. "He's feeling perfectly fine. He let us use his backup sleigh and bag so I could deliver you without him having to deal with you all night long."

"Come on, sweetie," the other woman smiled, kneeling down, Noelle unable to take her eyes off of the large breasts beneath her flimsy nightgown. "Let's get that brattiness spanked and cleaned out of you... Then maybe you can have some yummy milkies before I put you to bed."

Noelle had a feeling she knew exactly where that milk was going to come from... And, after some time with the hairbrush, and the enema bag, she doubted she'd have the strength to resist it, no matter how humiliating it would be. To add insult to injury, Mrs. Claus didn't go anywhere, taking one of the untouched cookies from the plate, and settling in for the show as the slow trickling in the elf's diaper turned into a flood.

"See?" her new Mommy cooed. "This is right where you should be, little one... Now, get over here so I can help you make Mommy a nice, big present for tomorrow morning..."