The Polar Express in Diapers: Part 1

So I have an issue where I get an idea and just start writing. Sometimes I post those ideas. Sometimes they turn into stories. Sometimes they don’t. This is meant to be a short story, hence it having parts as opposed to chapters, but I wanted to write something Christmassy, and I’m having fun writing. This follows the basic plot of the book, with some obvious changes so don’t expect more than another part or two. Anyway, I hope you all like this. Think of it as a Christmas bedtime story. :slight_smile:

As usual this is cute and non sexual, lol. :3
Happy holidays

On Christmas Eve, many years ago, I laid quietly in bed for several hours. I did not move or make a sound, and my Pull-up was starting to get wet as the time slowly ticked by. I was supposed to use the potty at night while I was awake, but I almost never did, even back then. I was always lazy at night and quite comfortable in my bed, and I didn’t mind being wet, so I’d just go in my Pull-up without thinking about it. I wet my Pull-up every single night, and I certainly had no intention of using the potty on the night before Christmas. That night was of particular importance since I had to listen for the sound of Santa’s silver jingle bells; I couldn’t risk getting up and missing them.

I was the only kid my age that I knew of that still believed in Santa, and some of the kids in my class had made fun of me. They’d told me that there was no such thing as Santa, or that my parents bought all of my presents. Of course, I was convinced that they were wrong… at least I hoped they were. I did honestly still believe in Santa, but I was getting to an age where I was starting to need a little proof. That year I’d decided to stay up as late as I could prove that Santa was real. I didn’t move a muscle as I laid in bed and listened for bells jingling or even the clip clop of hoof prints on the roof.

I didn’t really notice it much when I was a kid, but I was always pretty childish, even for an elementary schooler. I still believed in Santa and the Easter Bunny when most of my peers did not, and a lot of them would even make fun of me for it for no good reason. As you can probably guess I didn’t have too many friends back then, and I enjoyed playing with my almost four year old cousin more than any of the kids in my class. He was still in diapers, and he wasn’t even working on potty training yet, but I never judged him for wearing them, and we actually had a lot in common. We both liked playing with cars and bricks, and he had all sorts of cool toys in his playroom. He was at an age where he was starting to figure out how to play with “big kid” toys, even though he still wore diapers, and it was fun to teach him how to play with them. Looking back I have to admit that I was actually a bit jealous of my cousin, as weird as that might sound. He was just so carefree about everything, and he truly lived in the moment. He didn’t even care about using the toilet or anything like that, and my Aunt and Uncle didn’t seem to mind changing his diapers. In fact sometimes they even acted like it was kinda cute when he needed changing. He was their only child after all, so I don’t think they minded extending parts of his babyhood a little. As for me, I was jealous of the attention and the fact that he never had to stop playing to use the potty. There was definitely a part of me that wanted to wear diapers and be a toddler again like my cousin, but of course I couldn’t ask my parents for something like that. I’d been potty trained for quite a few years at that point, and even though they were nice about my bedwetting, I’m sure me asking to wear diapers again would have been a different story. Besides, I’d worn Pampers at night until about the second grade, which was when I started outgrowing them. My Mom started buying me Pull-Ups from that point on, and she’d never buy me tape on diapers ever again. Of course I could put my Pull-ups on and take them off by myself, but with that came some expectation that I would use the potty while I was awake, and that almost never happened. It wasn’t even that uncommon for my Pull-ups to leak, which always resulted in my Mom changing my sheets. She always seemed so annoyed when she had to do that. She never had to change my wet sheets when I wore diapers,

I looked at my desk clock from my bed. It was about thirty minutes until midnight. My eyelids were getting heavy, and my Pull-up was even heavier. I was about to fall asleep when I noticed a strange, faint sound. It certainly didn’t sound like jingle bells or reindeer on the roof. No, it almost sounded like… an approaching train. I began to grow a bit frightened as the noise grew louder and louder, and it was extremely outside before the sound suddenly stopped without warning. Now, I’m not usually the bravest person in the world, but for some reason I was compelled to investigate. I opened the door and stuck my head down the hall, convinced that everyone would be awake due to the noise, but somehow it seemed like I was the only one who’d noticed it. I walked downstairs and opened the front door, and my jaw dropped at the sight of a gigantic steam engine that was stopped right in front of my houss. I felt my Pull-up get even heavier as I stared at the seemingly magical train. I’ve always been a heavy wetter, but I definitely got my money’s worth out of that particular Pull-up. I was soaked!

Suddenly the door of one of the cars opened, and there was an extremely well dressed man standing there in the doorway. He pulled a sheet of paper and a pocket watch from his pouch, and he wrote something on the paper.

“Right on time,” muttered the man as he wrote, seemingly to himself. He looked up at me when he finished writing. “Aren’t you coming?” he asked.

“Are… are you talking to me?” I asked.

“Who else would I be talking to?”

“Who are you?” I asked, ignoring his question.

“Why, I’m the conductor of course,” said the man with a small smile and a twinkle in his eye. I don’t know what it was about him, but he automatically came off as charming and extremely likable, and I immediately began to lower my guard as we spoke.

“Where are we going?” I asked.

“To the North Pole of course, to see Santa,” said the conductor with a smile.

“But… but that’s impossible,” I said in a disbelieving tone.

“Albright kid, if that’s really what you want. You’re on Santa’s special list of believers this year, but I guess I can tell him that he made a mistake with you or something.”

“Wait, I’m on some kind of special list? I changed my mind! I wanna see Santa! I’m sorry I doubted you.”

“That’s what I thought. Now hop on.”

“Okay but… I’m…” I stuttered as I began to blush. I hated telling strangers about my Pull-ups

“I know. You’re wet. I’ll change you just as soon as you get on board. I think you’ll find that you’re in good company here.”

“But…I can do it myself,” I sputtered. My face was bright red now.

“It’s okay. I change lots of diapers. It’s part of my job as the Conductor of the Polar Express.”

“What’s the Polar Express?” I asked.

“It’s this train of course. Now are you coming, or not. You’re the last kid I need to pick up, so we’re headed to the North Pole with or without you.”

I thought about it for a short second before I took a deep breath and stepped into the train car. I wasn’t typically much of a risk

“You’re making a good choice. The North Pole is the greatest place in the whole wide world,” said the conductor with a huge smile.

I could hear all sorts of commotion coming from the other cars, and I could hear the steam engine starting up, but I knew I needed to tend to my Pull-up before I did anything else.

“So you… really have more Pull-ups on the train,” I asked as the conductor led me to a private car toward the back of the train.

“I didn’t say that. There won’t be any time to use the potty while you’re here, so I’m going to put you in a diaper, just like all the other kids.”

“But I don’t fit into diapers… at least not Huggies or Pampers,” I said in a sheepish voice. I was so overwhelmed by everything that I completely missed his comment about the other kids wearing diapers. I wasn’t used to talking to strangers about diapers or even my bedwetting, and it was a little embarrassing, but at least he was nonchalant about it. He acted like it was perfectly normal for him to change a kid my age into a diaper.

“You’ll fit into these. These are special. They’re elf made, and they’re the softest and most comfortable diapers in the whole wide world,” said the conductor as he ushered me into a private train car.

“Elves make diapers?” I asked in a slightly skeptical voice. “I thought they just made toys.

“Elves make whatever people ask for for Christmas. Didn’t you ask to wear diapers and be a toddler again?” asked the conductor as he motioned towards the largest changing table I’d ever seen. I stared at it for a moment before I awkwardly climbed onto the changing table.

“N… no…” I stammered as I adjusted myself. Nobody was supposed to know about that, not even Santa.

“Let me ask the question in a different way. You might not have ever actually told anyone that you wanted to wear diapers, but it is what you want, right? In your heart?”

“I… guess,” I muttered. I’d never said that out loud before, and my face was a bright shade of red.

“Well, that’s what really matters. Santa knows what you really want, and he tries to be particularly generous to the ones who believe in him the most. I told you earlier that you were on his list, didn’t I?” asked the conductor as he pulled my pajama bottoms down to my knees.

I was flabbergasted. I didn’t even know what to say.

“Now, are you ready for your change? I’ll be quick, then you can go meet the others for games and hot chocolate.”

I was still feeling overwhelmed and tongue tied, so I just nodded.

“It’s okay kid. No reason to be embarrassed. All the other kids are in diapers, and some of them are your age. Besides, a lot of people in the North Pole wear diapers. There’s not much plumbing in our part of the world,” said the conductor with a chuckle as he ripped at the sides of my soaking wet Pull-up.

I blushed as he pulled the Pull-up from underneath my bottom and got to work with my diaper change, but true to his word he clearly knew what he was doing, because he had me wiped, powdered, and diapered in just a minute or two. He was excellent at changing diapers, and, speaking of diapers, the diaper that he changed me into was the best one I’d ever worn. It was adorned with cute reindeer and snowflake designs, and it was as comfortable as the conductor had said. It felt like a diaper that only Santa’s elves could make, if that makes sense. It was also quite thick, and I could tell that it could hold a lot, which was a definite plus that night.

“Comfy?” asked the conductor with a smile as he helped me off the changing table and adjusted my diaper.

I was still feeling a bit shy about my diaper, so I just nodded. The conductor smiled and attempted to pull my pajama pants up and around my diaper. I was amazed to find that they fit, but it was extremely obvious that I was diapered, and parts of the tapes and the waistband were sticking out and over my pajama pants. Anyone could tell I was wearing a diaper if they looked at me. I was a bit nervous about that, but I was feeling okay since the conductor had said that there would be others in diapers as well.

“Mr Conductor… Can I ask you a question… about Santa?” I asked in a quiet voice.

“There’s only so much I can say, but it doesn’t hurt to ask.”

“Does Santa… wear diapers? Where does he go to the bathroom on Christmas?”

The conductor chuckled and thought for a second.
“That’s oddly one of the North Poles greatest mysteries. I’ve never seen any signs of Santa wearing diapers, but you never hear about him going to the bathroom. He also drinks a lot of milk and eats a lot of cookies. I wouldn’t be surprised if he wore them, at least on Christmas. That’s just speculation though, and you didn’t hear it from me. Santa’s pretty private about his personal life. He has an image to maintain.

“Do you wear diapers?” I asked the conductor in a quiet voice.

“Of course not. I change diapers. It’s my job to make sure you kids get to and from the North Pole safely and comfortably, and sometimes part of that is changing diapers. Think of me as more of a caretaker than anything else. It’s my job to look after all of you and make sure that you stay out of trouble on the way to and from the North Pole.

“But… I thought you said there wasn’t any plumbing.”

“No. I said there wasn’t much plumbing, which is true. There aren’t many toilets in the North Pole, that’s true, but there are some. It’s just hard to get a plumber all the way out there. All of you are wearing diapers since you’re meeting Santa Clause tonight. There won’t be any time for bathroom breaks,” said the conductor with a wink.

I’d nearly forgotten that we were meeting Santa with everything that had gone on, and suddenly I was extremely excited again. I even wet my diaper a bit in anticipation, but it was so thick that I barely even noticed. I’d met Santa at the mall by my house before, but this felt much different. I was on a magical train that was taking me to the North Pole, and I was doing it all in diapers. It was incredible.

“All right, kid, are you ready to meet the others? Your house was our last stop, so it shouldn’t take us too long to get to the North Pole, but there’s still plenty of time for games and hot chocolate.

I got a little nervous for a second as I looked down at my pajama pants and remembered how noticeable my diaper was, but I wasn’t too nervous about it. Wearing diapers around others wasn’t so bad so long as they were wearing them as well. I smiled and nodded, and the conductor smiled back at me before he took my hand and guided me to the back car.

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Good story! Really want see more of this Christmas tale

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