The Diaper Fairy

Written as a stream commission. I think this stands on its own without further context! 

“Diaper Fairy, yeah right.” 

The camera’s red light glowed softly in the otherwise dark room, proving that it was still rolling. Charles had ensured it had a good night-vision mode, so it would pick up anything that came through his bedroom door in the night without needing the lights to be on. 

From there, it was simply a matter of patience. By sunrise, he’d prove that Anna had been full of it all along. 

There was no such thing as a diaper fairy that could magically fix bedwetting issues. Obviously. When Anna had told him as much, he’d assumed she was full of it - and he’d called her out as such, but she’d only doubled down. Next thing he knew, she’d offered a cash bet if he could prove that the diaper fairy didn’t exist, and he’d taken her up on it. 

It was easy money. He put a pacifier beneath his pillow, turned on his camera, and waited. By sunrise, he’d be slightly richer for the effort. 

A small, melodic voice giggled behind him. “You didn’t think I’d come in through the door, did you?” 

“H-huh?” he yelped, turning around in alarm. 

He couldn’t help but stare. Floating at eye level, no bigger than his thumb, was a glimmering little girl with delicate butterfly wings and a tiny, but pronounced, diaper around her waist. “You know you’re supposed to sleep through my visit, right?” 

“I… you’re not real!” Charles stammered. “You- Fairies aren’t real!” 

“Ooooh,” the little, hovering figure said, nodding. “You’re one of those people. Well, then, I guess you know the rules?” 

Charles didn’t. His friend had mentioned terrible punishment for meddling with fairies, but he couldn’t remember the details. Something about… Oh, what was it? 

“Well, never mind!” the chipper fairy declared, bobbing up and down in the air. “It doesn’t matter. Hold still!” 

Leaving behind a trail of glitter, she began buzzing in a circle around Charles, faster and faster, spirals of magical light weaving in a pattern that made him dizzy to try and follow it. 

“W-what are you doing?” he stammered, trying to back away, but the sprite was more than quick enough to keep up with him, and whatever magic she worked didn’t seem to be affected. 

Finally, with a gust of wind and a sweet-smelling poof, Charles felt thick, soft padding appear around his hips. 

Looking down, he stared - his pajama shorts were gone, leaving only a particularly large, bulky diaper pinned over his hips, covered by a plastic cover showing trails of pixie magic and winding branches and leaves. In another context, it might have been cute. 

And, with just as little warning, his bladder gave way. Warmth began to spread, and Charles could only watch in horror as the layers of absorbent cotton turned yellow, growing heavy and sagging into the plastic pants. 

“Tsk.” 

He looked up, staring at the fairy. “What did you do?” 

“Oh, that’s not my fault,” the fairy said, shaking her tiny head. “That’s just because you’re dehydrated. You should really drink more water, then it won’t be such a dark yellow. You’ll probably feel better, too!” 

“I mean- I just completely lost control!” Charles said, in alarm. “What’s going on?” 

“Oh.” The fairy threw up her arms and rolled her eyes. “So dramatic. Don’t worry, big guy, you won’t ever flood your diapers like that again.” 

He sighed in relief. “I won’t?” 

“Oh, no, of course not. You don’t have any control, it’ll really just be a dribble from here on out.” She beamed, floating up to his forehead to give him the tiniest of good-night kisses. “You’ll want to get some powder and wipes right away, and something to change into. My diapers will last a good long while, but you can’t stay in the same soggy padding forever!” 

“But-” Charles stammered. “I- When- how do I fix it?” 

“Fix it?” the fairy asked, innocently. “What, you want your potty training back, after you just gave it to me? That’s not nice! What else am I supposed to give to good little children who want my help with bedwetting?” 

“I…” Charles whimpered. “But…” 

“You’ll get used to it,” the fairy assured him. “Before long, you won’t even remember I was here. Goodnight!” 

Waving her hand, another little flutter of glitter sprinkled over his head. Charles wanted to argue, but the words couldn’t leave his mouth before he was asleep. 

…

Charles woke up, rubbing at his eyes. Leaning over, he grabbed his camera and checked the recording. Nothing. 

“Hah! Diaper fairy,” he muttered. “Yeah, right. Didn’t fix me, that’s for sure…”  

Frowning down at his soggy diaper, he added, “Oh, right. I’m out of diapers. Guess I’d better go to the store…”