Baby Pixie (Commission)

This was written as a twitter commission a while back. The winner, PixiePerfect, wanted a story where someone showed up to baby them. It was a bit difficult to fit into 700 words, but I was ultimately happy with how it turned out. 

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK. 

Pixie looked up from his computer. Who’s that? 

He hadn’t invited anyone over, but he got up anyways, walking to the other side of the door. “Who is it?” 

“It’s Wanda.” 

Blinking in surprise, Pixie opened the door. “What are you doing here?”

“I came for you, baby. You’ve been playing the grown-up very nicely, but I think it’s time you got to relax and be yourself.” She stepped inside, looking around his home for the first time. Taller than him by almost a foot, carrying a brightly decorated diaper bag over her shoulder. “Are you wet, little baby?” 

“H-huh?” Pixie blushed, looking down at his shorts. They were dry, obviously, because he wasn’t wearing anything padded. “I’m not-” 

Wanda looked down, clucking her tongue. “That’s dangerous, little one. You could have an accident all over the place. Lay down.” 

“But-” 

She snapped a finger, shaking her head. “No butts, except yours, in a diaper. Lay down.” 

Too flustered to argue, Pixie found himself sitting down and lying back without hesitation as Wanda knelt over him. “Just suck your thumb and let mommy take care of you, sweet thing,” she said. “You’ve pretended to be an adult for long enough, it’s time to let a grown-up care for you.” 

Pixie’s thumb found itself in his mouth before he could really question the instructions, and he mewled in embarrassment as the tall woman began to pull his pants down, mindful of the tail. 

“Oh, look,” she teased, pointing to the front of his boxers. “You already dribbled a bit, baby. This is why you need to be in diapers, so accidents don’t happen.” 

“Humh?” he mumbled over his thumb, trying to look up and see the wet spot. I didn’t dribble, did I? 

Before Pixie could get a good look, though, the underwear had been stripped off his legs and discarded, and Wanda was gently lifting his tail to make his bottom lift off the ground. 

A thick, crinkly diaper slipped underneath him, and he craned his neck to watch as Wanda applied a thick layer of powder, rubbing it into his silky fur. 

“Of course,” she said, tapping a finger to her lips. “You’re likely to soak through this in no time.” Reaching in the bag, she produced a thick stuffer, pulling the adhesive tape and sticking it inside Pixie’s Peekaboo. 

Folding it in place, Wanda taped down the diaper and patted the front, releasing a little puff of powder. “There we go. No accidents, now, just little messes that’ll be all nice and contained. 

Sliding back, she crossed her legs and patted one thigh. “Sit, pumpkin.” 

“I…” Pixie sat up, legs splayed out from all the bulk between his thighs. “What-”

She pointed more sternly. “Sit.” 

Taking his thumb from his mouth, Pixie awkwardly shifted over to her, climbing onto her lap, diaper crinkling over Wanda’s thigh as she bounced him a little. 

Leaning in, she whispered in his ear, holding him close. “You’ve tried to be a grown up, but that’s not healthy for babies. I want you to stop pretending and holding it. Go ahead and push, baby.” 

“I don’t need diapers, I’m not pretending,” Pixie protested. 

Eyes twinkling, Wanda pressed a hand into Pixie’s belly, adding a pressure that hadn’t been there a moment before. It didn’t hurt, but he squirmed anyways, wings twitching nervously as she insisted, “Let it all out.” 

“I… okay.” Pixie closed his eyes, hugged Wanda tightly, and did as he was told. His diapers filled, soaking through the soaker in moments, swelling out the seat as he grunted and pushed. 

Wanda held him tight, one hand squeezing the back of his expanding padding. Leaning in, she left a gentle kiss on his forehead. “You’re such a good baby.”