Making Presents (Patreon)

Disclaimer: This story was written for a commissioner who specifically requested a very narrow vocabulary to be used and a single, highly focussed piece of fetish writing.

It contains a lot of messy diapers, a lot of the words “poop” and “diaper” and very little else. If you like that idea as much as the commissioner, hopefully it’s good kinky fun!

Making Presents

“This is dumb, Santa Paws isn’t real!”

Britney was having an awful day. Nothing was going her way and her mother had insisted on taking her little sister around with them for Christmas shopping.

“He is too! Mom, tell Britney he’s real!”

The vixen nodded and scowled at Britney “Of course he is sweetie. He’s a big jolly fellow who will bring you all sorts of presents! Britney just wants coal in her stocking this year it seems…”

“Whatever” Britney waved off her mothers protests “I’m not going in his stupid hut with Thea though. Count me out”

Her little sister stomped her foot “Fine! More presents for me!”

The two huffed at one another as the line moved forward towards the wooden log cabin that had been set up in the mall. It was probably just fiberglass, Britney thought to herself, shaking her head.

“I’m off to find something better to do” she pulled up the rope that managed the queue and threaded herself under it “I’ll meet up with you when you’re done”

Her mother didn’t try to stop her. Britney knew she had the upper hand, as neither of them could leave the queue to pursue her.

When mother and little daughter finally did reach the entrance to the log cabin they were helped into its small interior by some smartly dressed elves. The jingling of wind chimes and the bright Christmas lights surrounded a large fellow dressed in bright red and gold, his white beard covering up nearly the whole of his face.

“Santa Paws!”

The figure chuckled “Oh ho ho! That’s right, little one!”

Thea had to stop herself from leaping into his lap. Her grin stretched from ear to ear as her mother led her forward and picked her up, settling her carefully onto the large wolf's knees.

“So, what’s your name, little one?”

“Thea Mr. Paws!”

“Oh sweetie, call me Santa!” he chuckled again. Under the huge white beard Thea could see hints of gray fur and amongst it all were sparkling green eyes.

“Santa Paws… I know what I want for Christmas this year”

“Oh! What a smart girl! What toy would you like?”

Thea shook her head “I don’t want a toy. I want my sister to stop being a meanie”

“Thea!” her mother squeaked “Sorry Santa, her sister has been…”

“That’s quite alright ma’am” he nodded and looked back at Thea “So, you want your sister to be nice?”

“Yeah!” Thea nodded “She says she doesn’t believe in Santa. She thinks she’s super smart cos she’s at college and stuff, but she’s not!”

Santa Paws simply nodded along “Well, you know I’m real. After all I’m sitting right here!” he chuckled again “I guess she’s not very clever…”

Thea grinned “Yeah! She’s the dumb one!”

“Thea honey, this is all…” her mother tried to speak up again but Santa simply waved off her protests again.

“I think you’re right Thea” Santa Paws ruffled her head fur “What’s your sisters name?”

“Britney”

“Well I think Britney is dumb too” his smile turned into a slight smirk “Very dumb indeed…”

“Yeah so, can you make her nice again?”

Santa paws nodded “I think so. Or at least, help her get into the spirit of Christmas a little easier.”

Thea hopped off his lap and headed for the exit of the cabin, her mother trying to catch up “Thanks Santa!”

“Merry Christmas Thea!”

As he watched the two of them leave, Santa Paws green eyes glowed eerily “I’m sure you’ll have a lovely Christmas”

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That night, Britney had a strange dream. She wandered through a snow covered village, little elves scampering about with large wrapped gifts. In the middle was a huge gingerbread house, decorated in all manner of frosting and other candy. She felt drawn towards it, her feet carrying her through the main corridor into a large open space.

“Merry Christmas Britney!”

There, in front of her, was Santa Paws. The jolly old fat wolf that she was told brought gifts at Christmas.

“What is this place?” Britney asked.

“Ah, you really aren’t the smartest,” Santa chuckled. “This is my workshop my dear!”

Britney laughed “But you’re not real! This is all some… weird dream or…”

“I’m not real?” Santa Paws stood up “I feel very real Britney”

The vixen felt a strange aura emanating from the wolf “Well… in this dream maybe… but not in the real world!”

“The real world? Oh dear me…” Santa shook his head “I guess your sister was right. You aren’t very nice at all”

Britney felt indignation rise up “My sister? Thea? She’s just a stupid little girl. I’ve grown out of stuff like Santa, it’s for babies”

Santa burst into laughter “Well, are you a baby Britney? Because you’re here now, with Santa.”

“I’m not a baby!” she stomped her foot “I’m leaving, I’ll just wake up and… and…”

Her body wasn’t responding. She was still standing in front of Santa Paws and wasn’t moving an inch.

“Not a baby? Well, there I agree. Babies aren’t five foot eight with breasts and hair extensions” Santa grinned “But I think you’re pretty dumb Britney. Really dumb, in fact”

Britney felt her head start to spin. She started to feel her legs go numb and her arms go limp as Santa spoke to her.

“You’re not a nice person Britney. Only dumb people aren’t nice. They’re naughty. Naughty people don’t get presents from me”

The vixen felt drool coming from her muzzle as she started to lose control of her thoughts. Increasingly all she could feel was the tingling of her body, her hair and her mouth.

And something else, inside her.

“But sometimes, really dumb people like you make your own presents, don’t they?”

Britney had no time to stop the sudden rush of poop that came out of her rear. Wave after wave of it, the feeling intensifying with every push.

“You’re so dumb you walked in here in that huge diaper and didn’t think, just maybe, you’d need to use it?”

She looked down and saw the massive, oversized diaper now wrapped around her waist. It was all she was wearing, six tapes holding it tightly to her tummy.

“D…Diaper?”

“That’s right. A big thick diaper for dumb vixens like you Britney” Santa Paws got to his feet, walking over to the now squatting form of the fox “Go on, keep making presents”

She couldn’t help but bend her knees further and push another wave of poop into her diaper, the back bulging outwards and beginning to droop further and further towards the floor, past her knees, stretching the tail tape that kept it hanging to her backside.

“Poopy… Presents…”

“What a stupid, dumb girl you are Britney!” The bearded man walked right past her to the front door, opening it up onto the street from whence she’d come “Why don’t you go back home and show everyone how dumb you really are!”

Finally feeling her legs coming back to her, the vixen started to waddle towards the open entrance to Santa’s house. Her mind was empty, but her diaper was so full of poop that it was getting dangerously close to dragging along the ground.

“Whoops, just one more thing”

With a smirk, Santa spun his hand in the air, sparks flying in all directions. Britney grinned, drool running down her muzzle as she watched the little explosions, another loud noise coming from her rear as more poop filled the diaper round her waist and finally dragged the back of it to the floor of the house.

“There, just a little extra magic for your family at home. Enjoy your new life!”

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“Oh my goodness! What a special present Britney made this Christmas! Yes she did!”

The vixen’s eyes opened, light shining through her bedroom window and through the bars of her crib. She thought nothing of this, after all her mind was now emptied of all thoughts except the most important one.

“Poooopy… presents…”

A grunt came from her muzzle again as she pushed a fresh load of poop in the huge, thick night time diaper her mother had put her in. It was already nearly at capacity, the tapes running up to her breasts to ensure that there was plenty of room for it to droop when the dumb diaper vixen filled it with her mess.

“That’s right! What a good girl you are for Mommy!”

With great effort her mother lifted her out of the crib and held her aloft. The massive diaper was so full that the middle section had reached her feet, the leak guards just about holding close to her thighs.

“I’m so glad they make extra thick, extra special diapers for my poopy diaper baby! Yes they do! Yes they do!”

Her mother was positively overjoyed to see Britney in this state. She loved her little poopy vixen, always making presents for her. And this Christmas she’d made so many that her diaper was threatening to come off!

“Mommy!”

“Just a sec Thea, your big sister needs her big poopy diaper changed!”

The girl came running into Britney’s nursery, her face one of pure joy. The world around the family may have adjusted to see Britney as nothing more than the happiest, poopiest diaper vixen around, Thea could remember her from before.

Santa Paws had granted her wish and then some. She was beaming from ear to ear.

“Ewww! Britney stinks!”

“Of course she does!” Her mother replied, setting Britney down on the changing table that had once been a computer desk “She’s my little poopy baby! Yes she is!”

The vixen felt drool pooling under her head as her muzzle uncontrollably gurgled round her thumb. Her mommy was the best mommy, she always changed her super poopy diapers no matter how full they got!

“Thea could you get me one of your sisters extra thick, extra special diapers please?”

The little vixen went under the bed and grabbed one of the huge plastic squares. It took both her hands to hold it.

“Here you go Mommy!” Thea giggled “I bet she’ll poop it straight away anyway!”

Her mother giggled too “Of course she will! She’s positively a pooping machine! Always making huge stinky presents for Mommy! Yes she is!”

Britney squirmed and gurgled again as she smushed the contents of her overnight accident around in her diaper “POOPY!”

“That’s right!” her mother repeated, un-taping the vixen's diaper and letting it open to the huge mess she’d made “Let’s get you into another diaper so you go poopy again sweetie!”

Thea watched as the whole process unfolded with a massive grin on her face. Of the three people in the room, only she had any memory of the previous night. Her once bratty and annoying sister was now lying down in a huge poopy diaper.

Santa Paws had done it.

Britney's mother meanwhile was cooing to her new baby with the utmost glee “Who’s a super pooper? Is it Britney? Yes it is! Who’s going to fill this diaper up with big poopy pressies for me? You are!”

The now completely mentally drained vixen lying on the table could only giggle in response as her bottom was wiped over and over, powder applied thoroughly and completely coating her nethers before the thick diaper was pushed between her legs to ensure she wouldn’t make a mess.

“Mama… Poopy?”

Her mother nodded “Awww, of course sweetie! That’s why I put you in a nice clean diaper. So you can go poopy in it again!”

Britney didn’t need another invitation. She put her thumb in her mouth and flipped over onto her front on the changing table, pushing her butt into the air and letting her breasts bounce against the cold surface of the plastic. Drool started to pool around where her head had been resting as it flowed freely from her maw, her mother taking a few wipes and cleaning it up.

“That’s it! Come on Britney, make more special Christmas presents for Mommy!”

Thea giggled as she listened to the whole scene. Her mother encouraging her big, dumb sister to poop her diapers over and over was the best present Santa Paws could have given her.

“POOPY!” Britney moaned and groaned, her shouts announcing her actions getting quieter and replaced by grunts as the poop came out of her rear once again. It bulged out the back of the white plastic, staining the back immediately and giving her mother a clear view of how much she was packing into her new diaper.

“What a good girl! You’re such a good pooper! Yes you are!” her mother pressed her hand against the back of her daughter's diaper, smushing the poop around inside and making sure that more room was made.

It was needed. With every breath Britney was pushing load after load of poop into the diaper as if her tummy was refilling ready for a new wave. But the tapes and leakguards held firm, forcing the diaper to stay close to her butt and keeping the poop contained within.

“Pres…presents for… mommy…” she moaned past her thumb, drool sliding down it onto the plastic.

“Oh baby, I need more presents than that, don't you think? After all, I have to buy you all these mega thick super pooper diapers for you don’t I?” her mother cooed, once again giving her full, poopy diaper a heft to lift it close.

Thea looked around at the nursery and realized what she meant. Stacked against every wall were packs of enormous, thick diapers. All of them were decorated with Britney on the front, her face one of complete bliss and her butt clearly bulging outward from the huge mess she’d put in the diaper. That must have been a fun photoshoot, she thought to herself.

“Mooommmyyy…” Britney moaned “I… poopy…”

Her mother simply grabbed the waistband of the diaper and pulled it up, forcing all the poop inside to move to the front as the weight of it pulled it forward into the unused padding.

“There, now you have more room, my little derpy diaper pooper!” her mothers smile never faltered as she spoke, still with all the love in the world visible and not a hint of malice. If anything she looked like the proudest mother in the world.

“Mom, should I get Britney another diaper?” Thea asked, watching as her sister pushed another load of poop into the back of her diaper, bulging out the back once again.

“Yes sweetie, I think your sister is nearly done with making presents for me this morning, aren’t you derpy doo’s?”

Britney simply giggled. Derpy Doo’s was her favorite nickname. Then Super Pooper. She liked both those names her mother called her. Even more than Britney.

“Poopy!” she announced one final time as she grunted hard and a huge fart came from her backside, the poop inside her finally all coming out in one huge wave that forced the diaper to droop all the way down to the table, even with her rear lifted into the air.

“What a good girl! Yes you are!” her mother looked back at Thea “Come on then Thea, fetch your big sister another diaper”

Thea bounded back towards the table and grabbed another of the huge diapers from the stash under it, handing it to her mother with a grin “Can I help change her Mommy?”

Her mother shook her head “Sorry sweetie, but you’d get all dirty! You’re not old enough yet to take care of such a big poopy doo doo head as Britney. But when you’re an adult, you can help Mommy with her ok?”

Thea crossed her arms and pouted “Awwww… why?”

“MMMPPPHHH!”

“Ah! There we go. Thea honey, you need to leave for a little bit”

“Awww, but…”

“No buts honey, go find your presents and we’ll open them in a bit”

Thea huffed, but obeyed her mothers command, walking out the room and closing the door behind her.

“That’s it derpy doos, you feel good when you make huge poopies in your diapers don’t you?”

Britney didn’t respond. She was in ecstasy with every press of her mothers hand against her full and stinky rear. Her diaper and butt were so thoroughly coated in mess that it was now all she could feel. The padding inside was basically gone, there was now nothing but poop.

“Just let me…” her mother got closer and closer to the diaper “snoof…”

With a firm push she shoved her muzzle into the squishy, poopy rear of the diaper, little moans coming from her mouth. Britney was making her the best presents she could ask for, poopy diapers she could shove her muzzle into every morning.

“You’re such a dumb poopy girl!” her mother gripped her thighs and pushed her face in harder “So dumb you just keep making me these huge poopy diapers. So many… so many poopy diapers…”

Her mother loved every second of it. And Britney loved it too. She loved it so much she wanted to squish it around in all her naughty areas and… and…

“NNNNGGGHHH!”

“What a good girl! A dumb, horny, poopy vixen!”

Britney fell onto her front, poop smushing right up to the top of the waistband of her diaper, finally filling the whole thing to its total and complete capacity. The cum she’d just added to it just soaked into the huge mess she’d made. Her mother continued to smush her muzzle around the back of the diaper, her own panties moistening and becoming sticky as the final stages of her own orgasm kicked in.

“Mmpphh… what a stinky… mph… poopy.. Girl!”

With one final breath, she felt herself release into her underwear. Every second was pure joy. She’d need to get cleaned up before she could help Thea with her presents. But for now, she could enjoy the moment.

“Now I can get you in a nice clean diaper.” she said round deep breathes “Well, clean until you have to go poopy again anyway” her mother chuckled “Which will be just after your breakfast bottle I imagine”

Flipping her daughter back over, her mother started undoing the tapes again “You know, I’m so glad I have such a big poopy daughter. Thea will grow up one day and be a super smart college graduate, but I’ll always have my little derpy doo Britney to keep me company and make me the best presents in the whole world. Isn’t that right?!”

Britney nodded and giggled as her mother wiped her rear. She loved being her mothers big derpy poopy vixen. She wanted to be that way forever and ever.

“Merry Christmas”

The voice traveled through her head. It was Santa Paws!”

“Looks like everyone is happy here. My job is done” the wolf chuckled “I’ll come and check on you, derpy doos, every so often. But I imagine you’ll never get tired of pooping your diapers will you?”

And for every day after, he would be proved correct.