Movie night

(Style: cozy slice of life in the Pet Goblin Universe. Rating: 2/5 (soft ABDL). CW: first person POV, goblins, diaper change, forced diapering, implied diaper use.)

Movie night! Movie night!

My little adopted family had been yapping about it all day.

“Movie night, movie night!” These two words, repeated over and over, usually followed by a giggle or a squeal. Quite the event for them; it happened once a month at most and was always a memorable time for everyone involved.

As the hours went by and the evening drew near, their excitement kept growing; after everyone had dinner, I could hardly contain them any longer.

Still, some preparations were needed before we could watch the movie. After all, five goblins means five butts to diaper up and five critters to dress up for the night!

My parents still believe I’m crazy for adopting five goblins while living on my own. I’ll admit it, I did it on a whim, and there are days where I wonder if it was a wise choice... But once you’ve accepted the inherent chaos of the situation and that your home will never be clean ever again, it’s actually quite easy to manage. The green scoundrels keep each other company, and I only have to intervene at key points during the day.

The fruit of our mutual training was evident. In the bathroom where their changing table stood, five little things waited, forming a vague queue leading to the table. Sure, they were jumping up and down with impatience, but they knew I could only tape one diaper at a time, and so they had to wait for their turn.

I had prepared everything earlier today: their outfits and padding stashed to the side of the changing table, five mismatched piles of cloth and plastic.

Honestly, I wouldn’t dream of dressing them all in the same uniform. Each of them had their own personality, quirks and preferences. There are things they liked, things they absolutely didn’t like, and things that they actually needed - which can be either of the two. I had to learn that list of desires the hard way, one item at a time. By now, it was all routine to me.

Speaking of routine, it was time for me to hoist the first goblin onto the changing table and get to work…

Jekyll was first, not by choice, but by necessity.

I always thought Jekyll was a wild animal trapped in the body of a goblin. More specifically, an opossum. He didn’t talk, he didn’t really play with toys, he probably thought the TV screen was some form of witchcraft. He wasn’t so much an intelligent humanoid as he was a creature of the woods. Born to dig through trash and look at the world in confusion with his beady, wide open eyes. Still, he was lovable in his own ways, if you weren’t scared of scratch marks.

Jekyll had to be taken care of first, otherwise he would cause property damage while the others had their turn. He was easy to lay down on the waterproof mattress, but making him uncurl from his horrified fetal position to tape the diaper in place was another problem altogether. The secret was to give him scritches behind the ears and kisses on the belly, and he would mellow down.

By the end of the ordeal, the goblin was dressed in nothing but a clean diaper, mittens and booties. That way, he wouldn’t be able to scratch things while I took care of the others. And clothes were kind of superfluous on him, anyway.

Ellie was next in line, and hopped on the table on her own.

Ellie (or Eleanor, if you believe her adoption certificate) was always the bossy one. The slightly older female had appointed herself second in command, and she knew how to command goblins around with a mix of screams, growls and a select choice of rude goblin words. She was also the most imposing, physically speaking, so when she screeched, the others obeyed.

While her help was appreciated, the problem was that she never stopped. Even right now, on the changing table, she was yelping some orders to the other four. And she didn’t enjoy being manhandled for her change either. It took a light tap on her naked butt and a commanding finger pointed at her nose for her to calm down, long enough to be powdered and wrapped in her nightly padding.

Once the diaper taped shut around her waist, Ellie slipped without complaints in her purple footed pajamas; I zipped it in the back so she wouldn’t be able to open it herself. She still got a “good girl” and a kiss on the forehead before I put her down on the floor. She deserved it.

I felt a tug on my trousers, and when I looked down, I met with two teary eyes, looking up expectantly. I guess it was Duke’s turn now.

Poor little Duke. The goblin was always so worried about everything, so needy, constantly asking for attention. It’s like he was scared that I would forget about him and leave him behind. I don’t know if it was a fear of abandonment or a particularly strong version of middle child syndrome, if those things even exist inside a goblin’s mind. But if I heard crying mewls in the house, there was a good chance that they were coming from Duke.

Fortunately, he was also easy to cheer up. Compared to the others, he was plump and pudgy, which made him particularly ticklish; and his laugh was the one of angels. A few tickles here, a couple kisses there, a raspberry blown on his belly at a critical moment, and before he knew it, he was clean and padded up for the night.

I slipped the onesie he liked the most over his head, the yellow one that made him feel snug as a bug in a rug. It made him look a bit like a caterpillar, that’s true. But a cute caterpillar.

The next one was already waiting for his change, hands on his hips like he was getting impatient. While the padded ones were happy to goof around, Viktor apparently had places to be.

Viktor was perfect in every possible way. An adorable face, beautiful hair, a tiny nose, big blue eyes. He was the kind of goblin you’d hire to model for a diaper commercial - or even to feature on the package. The platonic ideal of what people think when they hear the word “cute little goblin”. The problem was that the little scoundrel knew how charming he was, and exploited it relentlessly to get his way.

Changing Viktor’s diaper wasn’t so much a chore as it was an act of negotiation. I had to convince the cheeky little devil to lay down, then bring him a toy to play with, then he didn’t want the color of the diaper I presented… It was a constant back and forth to even get him to stay still. And I caved each time, just so we wouldn’t waste more time before the movie. What can I say? I love this bugger, and he always had me in the palm of his hand.

By the end of his change, not only did he have a freshly padded bum, but also a brand new pacifier to chew on, and he got to wear his favorite t-shirt. As I watched him toddle around, I couldn’t repress a smile. He was really that cute.

At least, the last member of the family wouldn’t give me that much trouble. Sitting on the side of the bathtub, Mabel was patiently and silently waiting for her turn.

Oh, what a doll she was. Mabel is the kind of goblin people who don’t like goblins want to see around: quiet, well behaved, cuddly, and cute as a button. She was a dream to be around, so gentle that I could even leave her unsupervised without being scared of a catastrophe. When she wasn’t playing by herself, she followed me around all day, hoping I would spontaneously pick her up for a hug. Which tended to happen. Often.

I know we’re not supposed to say things like this, and I would never show it outwardly in front of the others, but… out of the bunch, she was definitely my favorite.

Her change went just as smoothly as I expected from her. It was over in a minute, and then she demanded a big hug that lasted another minute. I dressed her in one of my old t-shirts, which looked like a little dress on her. I think she loves it because it still smells a bit like me.

And there we have it! Five butts were safely wrapped in their padding, protecting my furniture at least until tomorrow. All I had to do now was to clean up the bathroom and we’d be all ready for our long-awaited movie night…

It was the silence that clued me in. It was never a good sign when you’re in a room with five goblins and you could hear a pin drop - even at naptime, they tended to snore a lot. I slowly turned to look at my bunch of troublemakers, and I saw all of them smile. Goblins have a lot of teeth, and there were a lot of smiles in front of me. Something was up.

To avoid sounding nervous, I used my sing-song voice when I asked them what was going on. All I got in return was a few giggles. Highly suspicious. I saw Ellie circle around me, and thinking she just needed to pick up a wayward toy, I let her walk… Then she jumped on my shoulders with the agility of a cat, except she weighed about three times as much.

My breath cut off by the sudden impact on my back, I folded in half in shock. The rest of the group grabbed me by the hands and pulled me towards the floor. I didn’t fall as much as I tumbled forward in slow motion, until I was down on the bath mat.

I felt Ellie’s weight vanish off my shoulders, as Viktor and the others worked to roll me on my back. When I saw her again, the bossy goblin was unfolding a diaper. One that was much too big for herself, but could just about fit me…

I struggled and protested as my sweatpants were pulled down and the disposable padding was placed on the floor, next to my bottom. What is this? Goblins, diapering a human? Inconceivable! The world has gone topsy-turvy! No, no, let me go! Oh, the humanity!

… Look, I’m not a great actor, but my goblins were an easy audience. I was just making sure they were having a bit of fun. And judging by the squeals and laughs I heard all around me, the little rabble rousers were having the time of their life as they worked together to prevent me from standing up.

It was just another of our routines. On every other day of the week, I was the grown-up and the only one who was allowed to clean their adorable little butts. But on movie night? I joined them down in the playpen with some padding of my own. It was the Mardi Gras of goblins, the day where rules were thrown out the window and anything is possible. They felt like they got one on me, and I got to be one of them for a day.

I was more than happy to participate in this little ritual. I didn’t tell you about it, but there was a sixth pile of clothing next to the changing table: mine. Including a diaper that's big enough to fit me - I had my own stock, hidden in a dresser closed with a padlock, so they wouldn’t steal it from me when I wasn’t looking.

I must admit, Ellie was frighteningly good at changing diapers on her own. She didn’t bother with the baby powder step, but she knew how to handle someone twice her size. Legs lifted up, diaper slipped underneath, adjusting the tapes before gluing them in place.

If I wasn’t fakely thrashing around in protest, I’d just lay back and enjoy. It was a pretty smooth and painless experience. Besides, who else would even accept to diaper me like that, except one of my own pampered babies?

But soon enough, she was done with her work. She proudly slapped the front of the newly taped diaper with a scream of satisfaction. Right in my privates. Despite the padding, that stung a bit…

As I tried to stand up with a last bit of theatrics, sweet Mabel was already pulling a shirt over my head. I stopped her with a gentle pat on the head: I could still take care of dressing myself. While the five goblins ran around and squeaked excitedly, celebrating their mischief together, I picked up my pajama pants and slipped them over my new underwear.

What? Of course I get two piece pajamas. I’m still the big one in this family, you know!

And now, the moment they all had been waiting for: movie night!

The living room already looked like a fluffy battlefield. Our couch had been covered in blankets and comforters, there were pillows scattered everywhere, and various toys and plushies hidden underneath like so many land mines. The whole room felt like the aftermath of a wild sleepover - and we hadn’t even started yet!

On the sole remaining table to the side, I placed five sippy cups filled with water for the goblins to pick. It was a bit too late for juice, and soda was out of question if I wanted to catch any sleep tonight. I also brought back a giant bowl of pop-corn from the kitchen. The salty kind, not the sweet one - again, not a chance I’d give them sugar this late in the evening.

The gobbos had started to run around and play catch while they waited for me, so I had to wrangle them in front of the TV screen one by one. I gave them each a sippy cup, a pat on the head, and offered them pacifiers if they wanted one. Mabel took one, Viktor already had his own, and the others preferred to suck on their thumbs. I picked one for myself.

What? I paid for them, you know, might as well enjoy them!

Soon, everyone had found their favorite space on the couch or on the floor, lounging in positions that only a goblin would find comfortable. I preferred to just sit on the couch between two pillows, a plaid over my lap. If you paid close attention, you’d notice that each goblin was either leaning directly against me, or were within arm’s reach of me. Just in case they needed to grab a hand if the movie turned out to be too scary...

The room was now quiet, save for the rhythmic sucking of pacifiers and the crackling bites of popcorn shoved in Duke’s mouth. There was a faint smell in the air that told me maybe Jekyll had already left us a present, but nothing that required immediate action. It was a tender moment, and those are few and far between when you got so many green babies running around all day.

I was confident about tonight’s movie. I’ve had some misses before; I remember having to fast forward through all the talking in the three hours epic fantasy movie I selected last time, just so we could get to the action scenes. And there was only so many times I could watch the movie about the little blue alien who ended up in Hawaii before I got bored out of my mind.

But this one? It had everything. The main character’s face was green: even if it was just a mask, that was already enough to catch the goblins’ attention. There were jokes, silly cartoon antics, guns and explosions, two different musical numbers, and a dog peeing on someone. Hilarious. If it was good enough to make me laugh as a kid, then it would be a smash success tonight.

With one last check to see if everyone was set, I pressed “play” on the remote.

By the end of the movie, everyone in the room will be asleep. We will form a huge disorganized pile of pillows, blankets and big diapered babies, keeping each other warm in our embrace. Some will snore, some will snuggle up close, some will dream of chasing birds through the forest. By the morning, all five… no, all six diapers will have been put to good use. And when the biggest one will wake up, he will look at his little family still asleep, and decide that this cozy bliss is too precious to break, and then go back to sleep.

But that’s a story for tomorrow.

Shhh! The movie is about to start…