Sierra hadn't always dreaded the holidays, they were once events full of cheer and blissful happiness. Presents, food, family, and joy could all be found in these happy memories, but as she grew older, the holiday lost a little bit of its magic. Part of that was learning real magic and the other was her legendarily infamous ability to find herself in diapers. When you're trying to prove how old you are and a holiday rolls around, it always meant something even more humiliating or painful would be coming on that special day.
Of course, today was the last night of the Amazing Isabella's touring magic show, and she was determined to make a show on Christmas eve memorable.
Isabella began the show playing a rock and roll styled version of "Joy to the World" over the speakers in a large raucous as the spotlights flashed onto her figure standing in the stage. Dressed in a red one piece Santa suit with long boots and white fuzz on each of her sleeves, Isabella raised her hands into the air, waving at the applauding crowd, a smile on her face.
"Welcome everyone," her voice filled the entire stage. "I am the Amazing Isabella and here is my-." Isabella turned around, as if looking fir something. The crowd giggled as she paced the stage like she was confused. "Ah! Silly me! I forgot someone!" She reached between her breasts and pulled out a small little box wrapped neatly in a red bow. Isabella showed it to the crowd before waving her fingers. "Abra.... CADABRA!" A puff of smoke began shooting out from the box, Isabella dropped it on the ground. The smoke cleared revealing a small candg cane colored stroller holding a tiny little girl inside. The aduience laughed and applauded as they saw dressed in bunny ears, a white elaborate costume, and a massive diaper was a girl suckling a pacifier. The well known stage partner of Isabella, the Baby Bunny.
Sierra had been assuming this new name for almost a whole year now. She'd been part of merchandising, visiting fans and nearly everything imbetween. Isabella always was coming up with new ways to embarass her on and off the stage.
Sierra wimpered as a damp spot in her diaper began to form, she was still nervous infront of crowds. Isabella took the stroller.
"And now, for my first trick!"
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That show went off without a hitch, allowing the rest of Christmas eve to play out as Isabella planned it to. Which boiled down to spending the rest of her day in Sierra's "room."
Sierra's room had everything she'd need imbetween shows and trips. Her crib, a changing table, a refrigerator full of formula, the whole nine yards. Sierra would loath this place with every fiber of her being if it weren't for the fact that it was the only place where Isabella wouldn't parade her around in public. Unfortunately that didn't make the place more bearable.
Today was Christmas eve, so after Isabella put Sierra down for an afternoon nap and changed her again, they had a festive Christmad eve dinner. That is to say, Isabella had the dinner.
Isabella, dressed in a green Christmas sweater reading "World's best mommy," was enjoying an entire feasts worth of turkey, mashed potatoes and dinner roles. All of them piping hot and smelled absolutely delicous. Isabella happily hummed as she slowly placed food in her mouth delicately.
Sierra was told she'd get a Christmas dinner, it excited her. She thought it meant that she wouldn't have to east mashed up carrot baby food. She was right, mostly.
Sierra wimpered as another spoonful was shoved into her mouth. Sierra was wearing a red Christmas sweater that "World's best baby." Her hands and feet were covered in booties and mittens, pinned by the chairs serving tray. Her hair was covered in bows.
"Sierra," Isabella scolded. "If you keep whining, Santa won't come."
Sierra responded the way Isabella had always told her to. "Yes, mommy-ulp!" As she opened her mouth, another spoonful went in, she held back a groan as she swallowed it too.
The floating spoon and jar of turkey flavored baby food hovered infront of her, continuing to push more and more into her mouth.
She was beginning to feel a little stuffed full of mush, and the jar didn't look halfway empty. The spoon began scooping some of the mush that had accumulated on her chin from her trying to spit it out or sputtering when it was shoved in unexpectedly. It was going to make her eat as much of it as possible. She groaned as she swallowed some more, the spoon shoveling more in.
"Abra cadabra." Isabella said as she stood up from the table, waving her hands. The remaining left over food infront of her began to fade into thin air, all that delicious looking food disappearing before Sierra's eyes. She groaned in disappointment. "Sierra!" Sierra shot straightup in her seat. "Keep eating, or I can't give you my present before bed."
Sierra would've preferred to end this night without anymore torture from Isabella, but she didn't have that option. It felt like it took hours, but she did finally manage to swallow the very last spoonful of baby food. Sierra felt like she would burst from how much she had eaten. She felt her eyelids get heavy, her head sag as drowsiness began to overcome her.
"Aw," Isabella cooed undoing the highchair tray. "Is wittle Sierrwa weady to go to sweep?" Isabella picked the stuffed little girl and held her in her arms.
"Noooo....." Sierra moaned, trying to sound awake but only looking more weak and tired as she spoke.
"Okay," Isabella said, sitting down in the rocking chair, cradling Sierra in her arms. "I'll give you one more present before Santa comes."
Sierra felt her stomach rumble. Not now! Of all the times to have to go to the bathroom, please not now!
"Here," Isabella held up a little bottle wrapped in a single festive bow. "A little present from me." Sierra felt the world fading around her, she squirmed in Isabella's embrace as she felt more build up in her bowels and the bottle appeared again. "It's a milkshake! With all your vitamins and laxatives for a growing girl. Say ah!"
She held the bottle up to Sierra's lips. Sierra pulled away again. This was one of the worst Christmases she had ever had, and given her track record, that was saying quite a bit!
"No-mmmmmm!" she moaned, the bottle slipping imbetween her lips. With no other choice, she began to suckle to bottles contents. Sierra actually enjoyed how it tasted, it tasted like a real milkshake, like something a baby wouldn't be allowed to eat, this actually felt like she was being given an actual treat. She murmered some more as she felt her bloated stomach get even more full, she was getting even sleepier. Isabella began humming a wonderfully soft and soothing version of silent night, a lullabye to make Sierra even more sleepy. Sierra was being cradled in the arms of an older woman, being fed from a bottle and being sung lullabies as she was about to mess her diaper. Nothing seemed more babyish. She groaned as she finally began drifting off to sleep, feeling her diaper begin to bulge and get warm.
She only wanted one thing for Christmas, she wanted this nightmare to end.
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Sierra sat in the middle of her father's living room, a small box wrapped in a bow and wrapping paper sat on her lap. Her father sat across from her on the couch, he smiled gently, motioning her to open it. Sierra grinned and began to unwrap it quickly, gasping as she saw what was inside.
"No way!" she said happily, holding up a long, thin, wooden wand. Perfect condition and the latest model, this wand couldn't have been cheep!
"I thought since you've improved so much," her father said. "You deserved to be trusted with this again."
Wait, this wasn't real was it? Sierra must've been dreaming or...... why couldn't she stop herself from moving or talking?
"Father, I....." Sierra watched herself get flustered. "I don't even know what to say!"
Sierra watched as her father got up and approached her putting her hand on his daughter's shoulder.
"Sierra, I can't begin to tell you how proud I am of you." he said. "You've grown so much, and in such little time. You don't wet the bed anymore, your magic is so much stronger, you feel like a new person."
Sierra felt herself blush. "Dad...."
"I meant it, Sierra." he said rustling her hair. "You earned this."
Wait a minute, Sierra was so used to wearing a diaper that she hadn't even realized that she wasn't feeling its bulge, or hearing its loud crinkle as she moved. Sierra wasn't wearing a diaper at all! She was wearing panties!
Sierra was certain this had to be a dream, a wondedful kind of dream! A dream that she wanted to be real!
Or..... maybe it was. A cold feeling washed over Sierra as she realized that this wasn't a dream. This had to have been real. This wasn't fake, this was the OTHER Sierra. The Sierra that Isabella created.
Unbelievable! While Sierra was being pampered by a crazy magician and reduced to a mewling infant, this faker was getting out of diapers, relearning magic, and was now on good terms with her father! It wasn't fair! This little clone just stole her life! Give it back!
Sierra felt her self frown as she internally screamed in a tantrum.
"Did you hear something?" Sierra said, internally screaming.
"Hear what, honey?" her father asked.
"Oh, it's nothing. Here I got something for you too." Sierra felt the world fade as the fake Sierra laughed along with her happy little moment.
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Sierra giggled as she felt the tickles invade her belly. She awoke to see the smiling face of Isabella staring down at her, her fingers tickling her tummy.
"Good morning, baby girl." she cooed. "Merry Chrsitmas." Sierra became pale, a small damp spot forming on her fresh diaper. "You made quite the mess last night, but it's okay. Let's see what Santa got you!"
Sierra was stuck here while a clone was getting everything she never had.
This was officially the worst Christmas ever!