Opening "Presents" Together on Christmas-EveâŚ
EDIT: Now with the true Christmas-Eve story (Finally!)
Maâam and I were doing last minute prep on Christmas Eve 2020 - they were working on gift tags and I was organizing gifts to be wrapped to deliver once we were again cleared to travel home to see our families. Our city was in lockdown, and we were adjusting to having our first Christmas in quarantine without travelling to see our loved ones as we would normally do. It was a bittersweet time for us, but we embraced it by enjoying the mixed blessings the circumstances gave us: namely the time to ourselves away from work, and the privacy needed for pretty well 24/7 kinky games!
This particular evening Maâam had given me a devious little challenge: they had surprised me by slipping a microlax enema bulb into my bottom during my after-supper diaper change, and explained to me the eveningâs rules while slowly emptying its contents into my squirming hole.
If I was a good boy; held all my poopies in until after ALL of the gifts were wrapped, kept my diaper dry⌠and asked very very nicely after I finished my task, that they would consider taking me to use the potty like a big boy. If I was naughty though, and âchoseâ instead to make a big stinky present in my diaper like a baby, then the consequences would be⌠unpleasant.
Despite the vagueness of their threat, I needed little convincing to do my best to hold it all in like a good boy; at this point in our relationship messy diapers were still something we were easing into, and the thought of messing in front of my partner - especially with the sort of mess my gurgling stomach was promising - was absolutely mortifying to me.
Maâam finished powdering me, taped my diaper up snuggly around my waist, and ran their fingers along the leg holes to make sure the leak guards were in place. Apparently satisfied with their handiwork, they pulled my pacifier from their housecoat pocket and wet it between their lips before pushing it into my mouth - tapping me once on the nose signifying âno.â This meant I was not permitted to take the pacifier out of my mouth without permission, nor could I speak using any words - save for a handful of previously discussed essential and age appropriate exceptions. I suckled happily, and continued to fall more in love with my partner then I ever thought possible. Spending weeks locked indoors together uninterrupted by our usually loaded social calendars was like a honeymoon for us, and we were really getting into our groove playing together.
Maâam helped me to my feet and led me by the hand to my play-mat in the living room by the foot of the dining room table. They guided me down to the floor with a pat to my bum, which at this point was already struggling against the effects of the Microlax - which was surprisingly potent for its small size. I am well experienced with suppositories and enemas from throughout my life, but this small medical-grade nightmare was raining hell down on my body in a way I had truly not anticipated when I first bought the box. Holding one for 15 minutes is near impossible. They are simply non-negotiable, and I highly recommend them⌠but I digress.
Despite the burning cramps steadily building inside me, I wasted no time crawling around to collect the presents and various wrapping supplies - focusing intently on the project at hand of getting each and every object wrapped perfectly, while also doing so in record breaking time before the inevitable arrived!
Seeing that I was set with my task, Maâam made us each a cup of tea, snapped this photo, and settled in at the table to look after the cards and tags, having by far the more beautiful writing of the two of us and thus being far better equipped for the task.
My heroic wrapping efforts had made it through two gifts when something truly terrifying happened - their phone began to ring. Not just the normal incoming call ring either, but the bubbly bright ringtone that meant that someone was calling them for a zoom call. It was the group family chat. My stomach dropped several inches lower.
I froze on the spot and stared with trepidation, assuming they would let the call pass. This then grew to a full terror as my partner smiled, shrugged back with a "what can I do?" expression, and swiped up - accepting the call. I struggled trying to keep my bowels clenched, and steadied myself against the couch for support while looking up in horror, pleading with Maâam not to show me off to the family in my current state.
Maâam sighed in an âI supposeâŚâ manner, and smiled. While the video call took a few seconds to load, they repositioned the phone on the table so that I wasnât in the frame, to which I was tremendously thankful. I watched as Maâam quickly pressed their finger to their lips to shush me, and then twirled their finger back towards the work in front of me - signalling that I was to stay quiet and get back to work on my task as she had instructed.
I wasnât able to see Maâamâs screen from my vantage point on the floor, but I could hear the voices as my partnerâs family excitedly greeted one another, wished each other a merry Christmas Eve, and carried on with the usual holiday pleasantries.
I tried to continue with my task on the floor, but was faced with two problems. First, wrapping paper is very difficult to fold and cut silently - or at least quietly enough to not be picked up in the zoom call meeting. Second, I was a shuddering cramping mess already settling into an involuntary semi-squat position, seconds away from violently shitting myself, in a semi-public setting, making it hard to hold the scissors as it was.
In the end, two and a half gifts were wrapped before I lost Maâamâs challenge. Unable to hold it in any longer, I looked down at the floor as my body betrayed me, relaxed, and pushed a noisy load of hot mush into my diaper.
What the zoom call did or did not hear we will never know. Maâam to this day says it wasnât very audible, but to me in my humiliated state felt so loud - they must have heard something. Regardless, the conversation carried on, and - perhaps a little too quickly - turned to me, and what I was up to that evening. Maâam waved their hard in my approximate direction and replied âHeâs hiding at the moment, so I think heâs working on a present for me, but he might also be in the shower.â
Receiving the hint, I thankfully and quietly scuttled out of the room and down the hall to the bathroom to quickly get changed and blast off in the shower. After doing so, I then got dressed and returned to jump onto the call with the family: doing my best to act both appropriately excited, and naturally casual in the conversation. All of this, despite in the minutes prior having just been completely babified on the floor just outside their view, anxiously suckling on my sookie with tears in my eyes as I nervously filled my pampers in front of them.
It was a lot to take in in the moment, but 2020 was a crazy year.
Oh, and after the call we opened early gifts, and I gave them a gold strap on harness - which they thoroughly loved and used to peg the dickens out of me later that night, âsince I was all cleaned out for them,â before tucking me in for the night to wait for Santaâs arrival.
Happy Holidays Everyone!!
P.S. Thank you all so much for reading this and for your patience while I get things written up. We have been very busy in this last year, but Maâam has pointed out to me that I have left this and several other stories unfinished for far too long. So now Iâm reporting from the office couch Iâve been banished to with a different messy bum until I get this written and posted.
May I please have a change now Maâam?? This diaper is so yucky and stinky!! Pretty please??
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