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A Crinkly Gift for Santa Claus

It was a cold winter evening in the North Pole, and the workshop was bustling with activity as elves scurried about, preparing for the holiday season. Santa Claus, however, found himself feeling a bit out of touch with the modern world. He had heard rumors of this “Internet” thing, a magical place where people could find anything they needed with just a few clicks. Determined to stay relevant, Santa decided it was time to learn how to use it.

Buddy, one of Santa’s most trusted elves, was known for his tech-savvy nature. When Santa approached him with the request, Buddy’s eyes lit up with excitement. “Of course, Santa! I’d be happy to teach you,” Buddy said with a grin.

Over the next few days, Buddy patiently guided Santa through the basics of the Internet. They started with simple searches and gradually moved on to online shopping. Santa was fascinated by the endless possibilities, especially when it came to finding new gift ideas for his workshop.

One evening, after a long day of learning, Santa decided to do some research on his own. He sat at his desk, his laptop open, and began browsing through various websites. Buddy, who had been working nearby, noticed that Santa was starting to nod off. His eyes were heavy, and his head bobbed slightly as he struggled to stay awake.

“Santa, maybe you should get some rest,” Buddy suggested gently.

“No, no, I’m fine,” Santa mumbled, his voice drowsy. “Just a little more research…”

But before Buddy could say anything else, Santa’s head fell forward, and he was fast asleep. Buddy chuckled softly and shook his head. He walked over to Santa’s desk to close the laptop and let him rest.

The scene was quiet, save for the soft hum of the workshop machinery in the distance. Santa’s office was cozy, with a warm fire crackling in the hearth and the faint scent of pine and cinnamon lingering in the air. The dim light from the flickering fire danced across the room, casting long shadows on the walls. Santa sat at his desk, his red suit slightly rumpled from a long day of work. His hat was tilted to one side, and his white beard was slightly askew, giving him a disheveled but endearing look.

As Buddy approached, he noticed that Santa’s laptop was still open, and he was logged into an online store. Curious, Buddy glanced at the screen and saw that Santa had been in the process of buying something — adult diapers. His eyes widened in surprise, but before he could process what he was seeing, he noticed something else.

Santa had wet his pants in his sleep.

A faint, damp warmth began to spread around Santa’s chair.

Buddy froze for a moment, his eyes widening as he realized what had happened. Santa’s pants, once crisp and clean, were now damp, the fabric clinging uncomfortably to his skin. The faint smell of urine began to permeate the air, a subtle but undeniable reminder of Santa’s humanity.

Buddy’s heart ached with a mix of concern and tenderness. He knew that Santa, despite his magical abilities and the weight of the world’s expectations, was still a man. And like all men, he had his vulnerabilities. The sight of Santa, usually so commanding and larger-than-life, now vulnerable and asleep, was oddly endearing.

Gently, Buddy approached the desk, careful not to wake Santa. He reached out and placed a hand on the back of Santa’s chair, his touch soft and reassuring. He wanted to help, to make this small moment of vulnerability easier for his friend. With a soft sigh, Buddy made a silent promise to himself. This Christmas, he would give Santa something more than just a gift. He would give him the understanding and compassion that he deserved.

The elves were asleep by the time Santa got on his sleigh and left to deliver presents. The workshop was silent, the only sound being the gentle creaking of the wooden beams as the North Pole’s icy winds whistled through the cracks. Santa stood in the center of the room, his breath visible in the cold air. He adjusted the straps of his red suit, his fingers brushing against the thick padding of the adult diapers he wore underneath. He had been aware of his accident earlier, and he found time to change his pants and diaper. Now he was feeling secure and dry.

Still, there was a part of him that wished he didn’t have to hide this aspect of his life. As he climbed into his sleigh, he glanced back at the workshop, his heart heavy with the weight of his secret. He wasn’t sure the elves, especially Buddy, would understand if they found out. But the thought of revealing his vulnerability to the world, of admitting that even Santa Claus had his limitations, was daunting.

The reindeer stamped their hooves impatiently, eager to begin their journey. Santa took a deep breath, his hands gripping the reins tightly. “Okay, boys,” he said with a forced smile. “Let’s make this Christmas the best one yet.”

As the sleigh lifted off into the night sky, Santa couldn’t help but feel a sense of relief. For the next few hours, he would be alone, free from the watchful eyes of the elves and the expectations of the world. He could be himself, flaws and all.

The journey was long, and Santa found himself grateful for the diapers he wore. There was no time for bathroom breaks, no time to stop and tend to his needs. The diapers allowed him to focus on the task at hand, to deliver joy and gifts to children all around the world without interruption.

But as the night wore on, Santa couldn’t shake the feeling of loneliness that had settled in his chest. He wished, more than anything, that he could share this part of himself with someone. He wished that he didn’t have to hide the fact that he wore diapers, that he could be open about his incontinence without fear of judgment.

When Santa finally returned to the North Pole, he headed into the workshop. The room was quiet now, the elves having gone to bed after their long night of preparation. Santa’s footsteps echoed softly on the wooden floor as he made his way through the rows of shelves and workbenches. He was tired, his body aching from the long journey and the weight of the night’s secrets. His red suit felt heavy, the fabric clinging to his skin, and he couldn’t wait to slip into bed and rest.

As he was about to close the workshop and head to bed, his eyes caught sight of a small, neatly wrapped present sitting on his desk. It wasn’t unusual for the elves to give him gifts, especially after a successful Christmas Eve. But this one was different. The tag on the package read, “To Santa, from Buddy.”

Santa’s heart skipped a beat. He hadn’t expected anything from Buddy. He carefully picked up the package, his fingers trembling slightly as he untied the ribbon and opened the wrapping paper. Inside was a bag of adult diapers, the kind he had been wearing all night. Santa’s breath caught in his throat, his cheeks flushing with heat. Buddy knew. He had seen the dampness in Santa’s pants earlier, and now he had gifted him something practical, something that showed understanding and care.

For a moment, Santa felt a wave of humiliation wash over him. He had always prided himself on being strong, on being the epitome of Christmas magic and generosity. But now, his secret was out, and it was Buddy who knew. The thought of Buddy seeing him in this vulnerable state made his face burn, but there was also something else stirring within him — a strange, unexpected arousal.

Santa had always admired Buddy, not just for his technical skills and dedication to the workshop, but for his kindness and his ability to see the best in people. There was a part of Santa that had grown fond of Buddy, a part that had started to see him in a different light. And now, with this gift, Buddy had shown him that he was accepted, flaws and all.

Santa’s heart raced as he stood there, holding the bag of diapers. He wanted to thank Buddy, to tell him how much this meant to him. But more than that, he wanted to see Buddy, to look into his eyes and feel the warmth of his understanding. There was a part of him that longed for Buddy’s validation, for his acceptance. And there was a part of him that wondered if Buddy felt the same way.

When Santa entered Buddy’s room, he was surprised to see Buddy awake, sitting upright in bed, almost as if he was expecting Santa’s arrival. The soft glow of the bedside lamp cast a warm light over the room, making the space feel intimate and cozy. Buddy’s eyes sparkled with a mix of curiosity and something deeper, something that made Santa’s heart race.

“Buddy,” Santa began, his voice slightly unsteady as he held up the bag of diapers. “I wanted to thank you for this. It means a lot to me. I honestly didn’t expect this.”

Buddy’s lips curled into a playful smile, and he tilted his head slightly. “You’re welcome, Santa,” he said, his tone light and teasing. “But I have a question.”

Santa’s brow furrowed, his cheeks flushing as he braced himself for whatever Buddy might ask. “A question? Uh, sure. Ask away!”

“Yeah,” Buddy said, his voice dropping to a whisper. “How full is your diaper right now?”

Santa’s eyes widened in shock, his breath catching in his throat. The question was unexpected, and yet, it sent a shiver of arousal through him. He hadn’t expected Buddy to be so direct, so bold. But there was something in Buddy’s tone, something playful and intimate, that made Santa’s heart race even faster.

“Buddy,” Santa stammered, his voice trembling. “I don’t think —”

“Come on, Santa,” Buddy interrupted, his smile widening. “You can tell me. I mean, I already know you wear them, so… what’s the harm in being honest?”

Santa felt his face burn with embarrassment, but beneath that, there was a growing warmth in his chest. Buddy’s teasing was relentless, and yet, it was also entertaining. There was a part of Santa that wanted to protest, to tell Buddy to stop, but another part of him — a deeper, more primal part — was enjoying the attention, the validation.

“Buddy,” Santa said again, his voice firmer this time, though still laced with uncertainty. “That’s not really appropriate.”

Buddy chuckled softly, his eyes gleaming with mischief. “Oh, come on, Santa Baby.”

The words hit Santa like a punch to the gut, and for a moment, he was speechless. He stared at Buddy, his mind racing, his emotions a tangled mess of embarrassment, arousal, and confusion. But then, something shifted. The teasing tone in Buddy’s voice, the way he looked at Santa with such confidence and affection, it all clicked into place. Santa’s breath hitched as Buddy leaned forward, his face inches from Santa’s. “You know,” Buddy said softly, his voice dripping with allure, “you’re kind of cute when you’re flustered, and when you smell like a change is long overdue.”

Before Santa could respond, Buddy closed the distance between them, pressing his lips against Santa’s. The kiss was soft at first, tentative, but it quickly deepened, becoming more passionate and urgent. Santa’s eyes fluttered shut as he returned the kiss, his hands trembling as they reached out to grip Buddy’s shoulders. The warmth of Buddy’s lips, the taste of him, it was intoxicating. Santa felt himself melting into the kiss, his earlier embarrassment and uncertainty fading away. All that mattered was this moment, this connection between them.

When they finally pulled apart, both of them were breathless. Santa’s cheeks were still flushed, but there was a new light in his eyes, a spark of something he hadn’t felt in a long time.

“Buddy,” Santa whispered, his voice hoarse.

Buddy smiled, his eyes soft and filled with affection. “You don’t have to say anything,” he replied. “Just show me your diaper.”

Buddy’s request hung in the air, a quiet but undeniable command that sent a shiver of anticipation through Santa. He hesitated, his hands trembling as he looked at Buddy, who was watching him with an expression that was equal parts playful and serious. Santa’s heart was racing, his mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions — embarrassment, arousal, and a strange sense of curiosity.

“Buddy,” Santa began, his voice barely above a whisper, “I don’t know if this is a good idea.”

Buddy’s smile softened, his eyes filled with a warmth that made Santa’s resistance falter. “It’s okay, Santa,” Buddy said gently. “You don’t have to be embarrassed. You can finally be yourself around me.”

Santa swallowed hard, his cheeks burning with heat. He knew that Buddy meant well, but the thought of revealing himself in such a vulnerable way was daunting. And yet, there was something in Buddy’s gaze, something that made Santa want to trust him, to let go of his inhibitions.

With a deep breath, Santa began to undress. He moved slowly, his hands fumbling slightly as he removed his coat, then his belt, and finally his pants. The room was quiet, the only sound being the soft rustle of fabric as Santa stripped down to his diaper. The thick padding was clearly visible now, the material stretched, stained and damp.

The diaper was full, the absorbent plastic saturated with warmth and moisture. It hung seductively from Santa’s wrinkly skin, the smell of piss faintly lingering in the air. The diaper was messy, the padding slightly bunched and discolored, a stark contrast to the pristine red suit he had worn earlier. Santa stood there, completely exposed and vulnerable before Buddy. He could feel the warmth of the diaper against his skin, the dampness seeping through the material. His heart was pounding in his chest, his arousal growing with each passing moment.

Buddy’s eyes widened as he took in the sight of Santa’s diaper, his expression a mix of surprise and admiration. He stepped closer, his movements slow and deliberate, as if he was approaching something sacred. When he reached Santa, he paused for a moment, his gaze lingering on the diaper before he gently pressed his nose against the plastic.

The contact was electric, sending a jolt of arousal through Santa. He could feel Buddy’s breath against the dampness, the warmth of his skin. The sensation was overwhelming, and Santa’s erection grew more pronounced, his body responding to the intimacy of the moment.

Buddy’s eyes met Santa’s, and there was a flicker of something unspoken between them. “You’re so warm,” Buddy murmured, his voice soft and filled with wonder. “And you smell like one long night on the sleigh.”

As Buddy continued to press his nose against Santa’s diaper, Santa’s arousal grew stronger, his body responding to the contact in ways he hadn’t expected. The warmth of the diaper, the smell of his own diaper, it all combined to create a sense of overwhelming and exhilarating intimacy.

“You know, Santa,” he said, his voice light but with a hint of mischief, “it’s kind of obvious that you like wearing diapers. Especially full ones. I mean, you didn’t even bother to change after coming back to the workshop. You just left it like that, didn’t you?”

Santa’s cheeks flushed a deep red, his embarrassment palpable. He opened his mouth to respond, to deny Buddy’s assertion, but the words caught in his throat. He couldn’t find the right argument, the right rebuttal. Instead, he stood there, silent and flustered.

Buddy’s smile widened, and he leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. “And you know what else I found out?” he said, his tone dripping with intrigue. “I looked through your laptop when you were asleep. You left it open, remember? And… well, let’s just say I found some very interesting photos.”

Santa’s eyes widened in shock, his mind racing. “What kind of photos?” he stammered, his voice trembling.

Buddy’s grin was almost predatory now. “Oh, just some photos of big, burly men in thick diapers,” he said casually. “You know, the kind that look like they could hold a lot.”

Santa felt his face burn with humiliation. He wanted to deny it, to explain himself, but the words wouldn’t come.

“Buddy,” Santa said finally, his voice barely above a whisper, “You can’t tell anyone about this.”

Buddy tilted his head slightly. “Oh, I won’t,” he said, his tone light but with a hint of danger. “Does she know?”

Santa felt a wave of panic wash over him. The question was loaded, and he knew it. It wasn’t just a question — it was a threat, a way for Buddy to keep him in line. The thought of being blackmailed, of having his secret exposed, stimulated him even more.

“Buddy,” Santa said, his voice trembling, “Please don’t tell the missus. I’ll do anything to keep this between us.”

Buddy’s smile widened, and he stepped closer to Santa, his gaze locked onto the older man’s. “Anything?” he asked, his voice low and seductive.

Santa nodded. “Yes,” he said. “Anything.”

Buddy’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction, and he reached out, his hand brushing against Santa’s cheek. “Alright,” he said softly. “Then show me how much you mean it.”

Santa hesitated for a moment before dropping to his knees. He looked up at Buddy. “I’ll do it,” he said, his voice trembling. “I’ll suck your candy cane.”

Buddy’s grin was almost feral now, and he nodded, his expression one of pure satisfaction. “Good,” he said, his voice low and commanding. “Then do it.”

Santa reached out, his hands trembling as he unzipped Buddy’s pants and pulled out his erection. The sight of Buddy’s hard dick, the musky smell of another man’s arousal, was overwhelmingly addictive. As he leaned in and took Buddy’s dick into his mouth, he basked in the humiliating act.

Buddy’s hands gripped Santa’s head, guiding him as he began to move his hips, thrusting into Santa’s mouth. The sensation was intense, and Santa found himself getting lost in the moment, his arousal growing stronger with each thrust.

Santa’s mind was inundated with conflicting emotions as he knelt before Buddy, his lips wrapped around the younger elf’s erection. While his arousal was growing with each passing moment, there was a growing awareness of his aging body’s needs.

He needed his diaper changed. The thick padding was already full, the absorbent core stretched and drenched, and he could feel the warmth of his own stale piss against his skin. But the thought of interrupting Buddy was too much. There was too much momentum for him to stop. He couldn’t bring himself to do it, not when Buddy was so close to climax. As he continued to service Buddy, Santa suddenly felt a familiar pressure in his bladder. He needed to pee, but the incontinence that had plagued him for years, combined with the intense arousal he was experiencing, made it impossible to hold it in. The pressure built rapidly, and before he could even think to stop it, a warm stream began to flow.

Santa felt the diaper grow even wetter, the padding unable to contain the sudden and extensive surge. He couldn’t stop. His focus was entirely on Buddy, on the task at hand, and he powered through the humiliation, determined to see it through.

Buddy, however, was not oblivious to what was happening. His eyes widened as he noticed the change in Santa’s expression, the way the older man’s body tensed. He glanced down and saw the unmistakable signs — the diaper was leaking, the material visibly soaked, piss was running down the side of Santa’s right leg, and a small puddle was beginning to form on the floor beneath Santa.

“Oh, Santa,” Buddy said, his voice dripping with playful mockery. “Did you just leak like a big baby?”

Santa’s cheeks burned with humiliation, but he didn’t respond. He couldn’t. His mind was too preoccupied with the task of continuing to service Buddy, of ensuring that he didn’t stop until Buddy was satisfied. The puddle on the floor grew larger, the warm liquid spreading out, pooling around Santa’s knees. The scent of his unceremonious mark filled the air.

Buddy’s teasing continued, his words cutting through the tension like a knife. “You really are something else, Santa,” he said. “Leaking all over the floor like that. I guess you really can’t help it, huh? You can’t help but piss yourself over and over again.”

The humiliation was almost unbearable for Santa, but there was also a strange sense of release, of letting go in front of someone who not only expected him to wet, but also wanted him to.

As the puddle on the floor grew larger, Santa’s diaper became even more saturated, the plastic shell and absorbent core stretched to its limit. The warmth of the urine against his skin was almost comforting.

Buddy’s hands gripped Santa’s head, guiding him as he began to move his hips more forcefully, thrusting into Santa’s mouth. The sensation was intense, and Santa found himself getting lost in the moment.

The moment was intense, a culmination of the tension that had been building between them. Buddy’s hands gripped Santa’s head tightly, his movements becoming more forceful as he approached his climax. Santa could feel the pressure building in Buddy’s body, the way his muscles tensed, and he knew that it was coming.

When Buddy finally came, his release was explosive, a powerful surge of warmth that filled Santa’s mouth. The taste was unfamiliar, slightly salty and tangy, and for a moment, Santa was overwhelmed. His gag reflex kicked in, and he instinctively pulled back, but Buddy’s hands held him in place. Santa fought against the reflex, his body trembling as he swallowed every drop, the sensation both foreign and exhilarating. A creamy reward for being an unabashedly dirty, old man.

The taste of Buddy’s spunk was addictive, and Santa found himself yearning for more. He swallowed enthusiastically, his throat working as he took in every last bit of Buddy’s release.

As Buddy pulled away, he looked down at Santa with a satisfied smile, his eyes gleaming with affection and amusement. “Good boy,” Buddy said. “You really did well.”

Santa’s hands moved instinctively, reaching down to fondle the front of his leaky diaper. The material was soaked, the warmth of his own urine seeping through to his skin. He could feel the dampness, the way the padding clung to his body, and it sent a shiver of arousal through him.

As he rubbed himself through the diaper, Santa’s arousal grew stronger, his body responding to the sensation. He could feel his erection pressing against the soaked inner padding, the pressure building in his groin. The act was both humiliating and exhilarating, a strange mix of vulnerability and desire.

Santa’s mind was a whirlwind of emotions, his thoughts racing as he continued to rub himself. He had occasionally fantasized about having sex with another man, but he could never have anticipated the adrenaline he felt being with Buddy, especially someone who was goading him to lose all his sexual inhibitions. The experience was overwhelming, a rush of emotions that left him breathless.

As he slowly approached climax, Santa began to mutter words under his breath that Buddy could barely decipher. His voice was low, almost a whisper, but there was a raw, primal quality to it that made it impossible to ignore.

“I’m so fucking wet,” Santa satisfyingly groaned. “I can’t stop pissing myself.”

Buddy’s eyes gleamed with amusement, and he leaned in closer, his voice commanding. “Say it louder,” Buddy ordered. “I want to hear you.”

Santa’s cheeks burned with embarrassment, but there was also a strange sense of release, of letting go. He obeyed, his voice trembling as he repeated the words. “I can’t stop pissing myself.”

Buddy’s grin widened, and he pressed further, his voice low and seductive. “Say you love to piss yourself.”

Santa’s heart raced, his arousal growing stronger with each word. He hesitated for a moment, but the pressure in his groin, the need to release, was too much. He obeyed, his voice louder this time. “I love pissing myself.”

Buddy’s eyes sparkled with satisfaction, and he continued to push, his voice dripping with allure. “You love wearing diapers.”

Santa’s body trembling as he spoke the words. “I fucking love diapers.”

Buddy leaned in even closer, his voice a whisper that sent shivers down Santa’s spine. “Say it. Say you love pissing and shitting in your diapers.”

Santa’s heart pounded in his chest, his arousal reaching a fever pitch. He obeyed, his voice rife with emotion. “I love pissing and shitting in my diapers.”

The moment the words left his lips, Santa felt a surge of pleasure, a powerful wave of release that left him trembling. His body convulsed as he came, his plentiful, sticky seed coating his chubby cock, the warmth of his own release mingling with the heavy dampness of the diaper. As his orgasm subsided, Santa felt the continued warmth of his piss saturating his hairy balls, the liquid spreading out, pooling beneath him. The squishy mess pressed against his sensitive taint, the sensation that was supposed to feel uncomfortable, but it was strongly satisfying and validating.

“You did good, Santa,” Buddy said softly with a warm, affectionate smile. “You really did.”

Santa chuckled, his cheeks still flushed with embarrassment and arousal. “I did not expect to have a gift like this on Christmas,” he chortled. “This was so hot, it almost melted all the snow in the North Pole. You think climate change found us here!”

Buddy chuckled, the sound light and genuine. “That’s funny,” he said, his tone shifting to something a little more serious. “But we should get you changed and cleaned up.”

Santa nodded, his heart still racing from the intense experience they had just shared. “Yeah, you’re right,” he said, his voice soft and a little shaky. “I definitely need to be changed.”

A short time later, Buddy helped Santa to his bed. The bed was almost a little too small for the big man, but Buddy managed to get most of Santa settled. Santa laid down and calmly gave Buddy instructions on how to change his diaper while laying down.

“Alright, Buddy,” Santa said, his voice steady despite the lingering embarrassment. “First, you’ll need to untape the sides of the diaper. Be careful, it’s pretty full.”

Buddy nodded, his expression focused and attentive. He carefully followed Santa’s instructions, his hands steady as he worked. Once the dirty diaper was completely untaped, Buddy nearly fell backwards from the smell. The diaper was not only soaked with piss but also filled with a messy, squishy mess.

“Wow,” Buddy said, his voice a mix of surprise and amusement. “You really did make a mess, didn’t you?” There was also a sense of pride in Buddy’s words.

“Yeah,” he admitted softly. “I guess I did. I really had to go.”

Buddy chuckled, but his tone was gentle as he continued. “It’s okay, Santa. I’ve got you.”

He carefully applied wet wipes around Santa’s groin and waist, cleaning him thoroughly. The process was intimate, and Santa couldn’t help but feel gratitude. Buddy’s touch was gentle, his movements precise, and he took his time to ensure that Santa was clean and comfortable.

Once Santa was clean, Buddy fluffed a new diaper and lined the inside of it with baby powder, all diapering supplies that Santa always had close by. He carefully lifted Santa’s legs and slid the new diaper underneath him, securing it snugly but not too tight.

When he finished changing Santa, Buddy kissed him on the lips one more time, his touch soft and affectionate. Santa’s eyes fluttered closed, and he cutely sucked on his thumb, his body relaxing into the comfort of the moment.

“Good baby boy,” Buddy said softly, his voice filled with affection. “You did so well.”

Santa’s heart swelled with emotion, and he smiled up at Buddy, his eyes glistening with gratitude. “Thank you, Buddy,” he said softly. “You’re an amazing lad.”

Buddy grinned. “Anytime, Santa,” he said. “Anytime.”

As they lay there together, the tension in the air slowly dissipating, Santa felt a sense of peace, of contentment. He had let go of his inhibitions, had allowed himself to be vulnerable, and in doing so, he had found a new kind of intimacy, a new kind of connection, with an elf he can trust.

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