This is the first instalment in a story that will have multiple (three) different viewpoints.

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President Martyn has just taken office. It's his first day and he is looking forward to fixing what he sees as a broken nation. However, his hopes and dreams quickly runs aground when he receives a mysterious phone call...

(I'm not American and if I get any terminology wrong I apologise in advance!)

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PRESIDENT MARTYN - PART ONE

The Stress Free Campaign

By Elfy

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President Martyn

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The office was bigger than he expected. With all the clattering and talking going on in the hallways the office itself felt surreal, a quiet oasis. Timothy Martyn, dressed in his best suit with a small flag pinned on the lapel, closed the door behind him and took a deep breath. The office, perhaps the most famous in the world, was his. For the next four years he would direct radical change from this office. It was time to heal the country and bring everyone together, he was sure he had the credentials to do it.

After an exhausting campaign that had taken him around the country Tim had been elected as the new president of the United States of America. He now stood at the entrance to The Oval Office. It had been cleared out by it’s previous occupant and now it was his.

“President Martyn…” Tim muttered to himself with a smile, “God damn if those aren’t the sweetest words I’ll ever hear.”

The immaculate room was draped in flags and portraits of some of the more illustrious previous occupants. The large desk in front of the window seemed intimidating, it was probably designed to be that way. The new President walked across the room and sat down in the high-backed leather chair. The desk was made of solid oak and looked like it might be as old as the country itself.

Timothy opened the various drawers and saw stationary and paper. Everything else had been cleared out by the previous occupant. The handover was going very smoothly and that was what was causing all the noise in the rest of the White House. Things were being moved out and moved in, new people were taking office and there seemed to a thousand things going on. For once though the President had a few minutes by himself.

Timothy stood up and walked to the windows. He pulled back the curtains to see a fleet of cars coming and going. All the way out beyond the grass and spiked fence Tim could see a crowd of his supporters still celebrating. He smiled and waved though he was sure none of them could see him. It had been a landslide victory. He had run on a platform of hope and reform, it had really caught the public mood.

“President, the Vice-President wants to see you.” A secretary burst through the door looking harried and hassled. She suddenly realised she had walked in unannounced on the President and she suddenly looked sheepish, “I’m… I’m sorry, sir.”

“It’s no problem at all.” Timothy sat back down at the desk, “Please, send John in.”

As the secretary nodded and headed back out into the chaos Tim put his hands on his desk and settled into the chair. It was still sinking in that this was truly his now. He had another look at the desk and beside the laptop that was front and centre there were a group of telephones. Tim read the labels underneath each one. The white telephone was for internal business and connected to the other rooms and departments of government. The black phone was a regular phone and the red phone was the one everyone knew about. The red phone was labelled “Emergency.” It was no longer a direct line to Moscow but it was where calls were routed if they needed immediate attention.

“Making yourself at home already?” The Oval Office’s door had opened and the slightly younger Vice-President, John Parlour, was walking in.

“You know me, John.” Tim replied with a wide grin, “I don’t want to waste any time.”

“Of course.” John replied as he sat down in the seat on the other side of the desk, “I just wanted to let you know that everything is going smoothly. We’ll be ready for the first cabinet meeting in a couple of hours.”

“Can you believe we’re really here?” Tim shook his head, “It hasn’t sunk in, you know?”

“Sir, this office has never been in safer hands.” John nodded his head reassuringly, “The people of this country are ready to follow wherever you lead. You are a beacon of-”

“Alright, alright…” Tim waved his hands and chuckled, “Stop blowing smoke up my ass!”

The Vice-President laughed along with the leader of the free world. It was just as they were about to continue talking that the shrill sound of a ringing telephone filled the air. Tim looked down to see the light next to the red emergency phone flashing. Both men looked down at it in surprise.

“Do you want me to-” The Vice-President started.

“No, you go on and organise the meeting.” Tim said as he flattened his tie, “I’ve got this.”

“Are you sure, Sir?” John replied.

“I’ve got this.” Tim replied again with more authority. There was no better time than the present to start feeling like the President.

The Vice-President stood and left the room with a nod. Tim took a deep breath and lifted the emergency phone’s receiver. He doesn’t know what to expect. An emergency could mean anything from nuclear war is imminent to some rioting in a small town that requires the National Guard to be sent out. He had to be ready for anything.

“Hello?” Tim Martyn, the brand new President, tried to swallow any nerves he felt. Whatever the problem was he had been elected to sort it out.

“Timmy.” A gruff and muffled voice came from the other end, “Congratulations on the new job.”

President Martyn froze. He had been prepared for insults being shouted in foreign voices, people hollering at him about an imminent natural disaster, news of a terrorist attack… What he hadn’t expected was for someone to call him “Timmy.”

There were only two people in his life who ever called him Timmy. One was his mother and the other was… It didn’t bear thinking about.

“What’s the matter, Timmy?” The mysterious voice asked, “Cat got your tongue?”

“Who is this?” Tim asked with an authority he didn’t really feel, “Is this some sort of prank? This phone is for emergencies. If this is a joke I’ll have yo-”

“I assure you this is very real.” The voice replied calmly, “And I think you know that, for you, this is an emergency.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Tim replied. His legs were bouncing nervously under the desk.

“Check your new official e-mail account, Mr. President.” The voice instructed, “I’ll wait.”

Tim looked at the phone and then his computer. It was already switched on and sitting on the home screen. Tim loaded up the internet without a word and logged into his presidential e-mail account. Annoyingly, Timmy had to search through his new drawers for the piece of paper with his password written on it. He had several e-mails. Most were welcome messages from various governmental departments but there was one that stood out. An e-mail entitled “(no subject)” sent by an anonymous account.

Tim clicked on the e-mail and after a couple of seconds the page loaded. There were no words in the message just a series of photographs which made Tim’s blood freeze. He audibly gasped without realising it was happening.

“I take it you’ve seen the photographs.” The gruff voice said in response to the gasp.

“Where did you get these!?” Tim asked frantically.

“That doesn’t matter.” The voice replied, “What matters is I do have them and unless you want to have the shortest term of any President you’ll listen to what I have to say.”

“Y-You’re blackmailing me!?” Tim couldn’t believe what was happening. His first day in the job and he was already compromised. He looked down at his computer screen. The photos were still there and Tim couldn’t bear to look. He shut the computer down.

“I absolutely am.” The voice replied, “But don’t worry. I’m only asking for one thing…”

As Tim heard the man’s demands his mouth fell open. He turned to look out the window at the masses of people still celebrating their new commander-in-chief. He saw them cheering and his eyes fell upon one young woman in particular who was holding a placard which read “We Are Ready For A Change!”

“Did you hear me, Mr. President?” The voice broke Tim from his thoughts.

“You can’t be serious!” Timothy said finally, “What you’re asking for is… impossible!”

“Then you will make it possible.” The voice replied, “Or I will bring down your administration before you can even warm that comfortable presidential seat. Do I make myself clear?”

“I understand.” Tim said quietly. He was staring into the middle distance as his mind spun in turmoil.

Before the stranger on the other end of the phone could say anything in response Tim put the phone down. He thought for a minute that he might hyper-ventilate but a few deep breaths soon got him back to normal. He had a lot of questions but more importantly there was something he had to do before the mysterious man’s threat was carried out. Tim picked up the internal phone and was connected to his secretary.

“Assemble the cabinet.” Tim said, “We have policies to discuss.”

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Liam Jones is an average 18-year-old man. He works a part time job and enjoys spending his time at home on the computer or with his friends. One day he starts to notice strange new ads popping up everywhere... Online, on television and on the radio, he just can't escape them. When his mom makes a strange decision regarding his little sister Liam can't help but feel things are going to quickly spiral out of control.

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The Jones Family

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Liam Jones sat in his room. He was reclined on his gaming chair in front of the computer. He was slowly scrolling through the internet as he lazily stretched back and scratched his chest. The smell of dinner was permeating the house and making his mouth water, both his mom and dad were great cooks. The only other person in the house was Alicia, Liam’s three-year-old baby sister.

They were a regular family for the most part. Liam’s dad, Charlie, was a business owner though Liam didn’t know what exactly it was that he owned, he seemed very keen to separate his private life from his professional one. They weren’t rich though they certainly weren’t poor either. Evie, Liam’s mom, didn’t have a job as far as Liam knew. She was mostly a housewife though occasionally she would go out on evenings or weekends and wouldn’t say what she was doing. It had been going on ever since Liam could remember so he didn’t usually question it.

Liam was bored. He had spent most of the day playing his video games just like the previous few days but he needed to take a break. He stretched in his chair as he scrolled down through his social media again. Most of the posts he was seeing was about the new president who had taken office a couple of weeks previously. People hailing him as the greatest leader the country had ever had whilst others claimed he was the devil. Nothing but boring politics which was nothing unusual. As he scrolled he suddenly saw something that made him stiffen. He sat up with a frown.

“What is this?” Liam asked rhetorically.

As Liam leaned forwards in his chair he saw that his eyes hadn’t deceived him. On the side of the website he was scrolling down was an advertisement for “adult incontinence products.” The strangest thing was it wasn’t the first time he had seen an advert like this.

It seemed like three-quarters of the websites Liam had scrolled through had an advertisement for padded disposable underwear. He knew some adults wore diapers because they were incontinent but was there really a big enough pool of people to justify this huge advertising campaign on several of the most popular websites? Liam didn’t think so. It had seemed to come out of nowhere, from seeing no adverts for these adult diapers he was now seeing them on every other website he visited.

Called down for dinner fifteen minutes later, Liam stretched and yawned before walking downstairs. The table was laid and Liam was the last one to sit down. Baby Alicia was sat in her highchair and banging a plastic spoon against the tray in front of her. Charlie was sitting opposite Liam, his short brown hair and neatly trimmed beard looking as immaculate as it always was. He was a little pudgy thanks to middle age but in generally good shape.

“I hope you’re hungry.” Evie said with a laugh as she carried some heavily laden plates over to the table, “I think I messed up the recipe because I made way too much!”

“I’m sure it’ll be lovely.” Charlie replied. He kissed his wife quickly as his plate was put down.

Liam started eating with the rest of the family. The only sound except for the clinking of cutlery was the radio playing in the background. It was mostly drowned out by the little bits of conversation between the two parents. Liam chimed in now and again but mostly kept to himself, you didn’t have a lot to say when you spent most of your time with your eyes glued to a computer screen.

Liam was just finishing his dinner when a lull in the conversation allowed him to hear the radio. He normally paid no attention to whatever the family were listening too but this time a conversation between the two hosts caught his ear.

“Scientists today have declared a new and revolutionary method of treating depression, anxiety and mental illness.” The woman speaking sounded like a news reporter but Liam couldn’t be sure, “Diapers. For a long time just used to treat a specific physical problem may now have been found to have a mental effect as well.”

“What on Earth…” Liam looked up towards the radio with a frown.

First there was the online adverts and now there was a radio report. Liam wondered if it was just coincidence or whether he was only noticing it now because he was looking for it but there seemed to be a lot of mentions of diapers in unexpected places. A man picked up the story on the radio.

“Critics are calling this research flawed or unreliable but that isn’t stopping a push towards diapers.” The male voice sounded authoritative, “We sent Alex McMullen to Think Little headquarters. They are a company that look to-”

Charlie reached over to the radio with a casual stretch and turned it off. For once in his life Liam was actually interested in what they were talking about. He knew there was a phenomenon where you learn about something and then start seeing it everywhere afterwards, Liam wondered if this was the case now or if there was genuinely something going on.

“Ooh, that reminds me.” Evie was shaking her fork towards the radio, “I was thinking of not potty training Alicia.”

Liam’s interest in the radio story disappeared as quickly as it had arrived. He turned to look at his mother with a face of shock. He hadn’t ever heard of babies just not being potty trained, he didn’t think that was even an option. He looked at Alicia who was now messy from her food, she didn’t know that anything was amiss as she stuck half her hand in her mouth. He found it hard to believe his mother had thrown out such a statement as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

“I heard about it at the mother-baby meeting. This new parenting style that’s all the rage, it says that potty training causes undue stress to children and that it’s something you should leave to them to decide.” Evie continued.

“Interesting.” Charlie replied without looking away from his meal.

“You can’t be serious!?” Liam’s voice was louder than he had been expecting but he couldn’t understand why no one else saw the same problems with this as he did. Was this some prank his parents were playing on him?

“Is there a problem?” Evie turned to her oldest child and raised her eyebrows.

Liam nodded his head frantically. He always saw his mom as sensible but this was a madness akin to coming home and announcing she believed in an outlandish conspiracy theory. He would’ve been less shocked if she suddenly announced that she thought the president was a lizard person.

“That’s insane!” Liam looked at his father hoping for some support, “You HAVE to potty train Alicia.”

“Why?” Evie asked, “According to Diane at the group it puts a lot of stress on a young child that can affect their developing brain.”

“But…” Liam started.

“And unless I’m very much mistaken I gave birth to Alicia so I’ll make the decisions.” Evie concluded as she stood up to start clearing away the plates, “I raised you, didn’t I? Maybe you should have a bit of faith in your mother.”

Liam was left looking confused and anxious. He couldn’t believe what he had just heard, his mom had always been so sensible and was now making a decision that Liam could only see as awful. He looked at Alicia with a sigh. The baby was playing with her spoon oblivious to the life altering discussions taking place right in front of her. Liam gave a small shrug and a half-smile as if to say “I tried.”

“Why don’t we go watch the football?” Charlie suggested as he stood up himself.

“Aren’t you going to…” Liam spoke to his father but gestured towards the back of his mother.

“It’s best to leave it.” Charlie said, “Your mother did a wonderful job of raising you I’m sure she knows what’s for the best.”

Liam rested his head in hand for just a second before nodding his head and standing up. He knew what his dad was saying and that his mother wasn’t prone to flights of fancy without reason but this was difficult for Liam to accept. He couldn’t believe anything Evie heard at the mother-baby group was based in any kind of scientific fact. He shuddered as he imagined his little sister growing up and always being in diapers. He pictured her going to school padded, at her wedding wearing a wet diaper under her dress...

As Evie started the dishwasher and picked up Alicia to leave the room Charlie started making his way into the living room. Liam was left sitting at the kitchen table lost in thought. He didn’t understand where all this diaper stuff was coming from but he wished it would go away.

After a few minutes of quiet thinking Liam heard the television in the living room get turned on. He pushed his chair back and stood up to walk through to the living room. It was always a bit of a tradition for Liam to spend some afternoons watching football with his father, he wasn’t overly invested in the sport but it was good bonding time. His father was often so busy that this was the only time together they would get.

Liam sat down on the couch and put his feet up. After the revelations at dinner it would be nice to sit down and forget about the real world for a bit. He closed his eyes restfully as he listened to his dad berate the referees on the screen. According to Charlie the sport was now “too soft” and he liked to go on rants about “back in my day…” Liam just smiled and relaxed.

Liam didn’t fall asleep but he wasn’t entirely awake either. He was perhaps just about to drift off into a nap when he was startled out of it.

“Oh hey, look at that…” Charlie usually muted the TV during commercial breaks but he turned the volume up for this, “Those look comfortable, what do you think?”

Liam opened his eyes and sat up to see what was going on. Not for the first time that day his mouth fell open as he saw happy people prancing about on the screen. It wasn’t the people that shocked Liam as much as what they were wearing.

“Release your inner child with this year’s hottest fashions!” An overly enthusiastic announcer read out.

A man on the screen stood proudly in the centre of the set. He was wearing a yellow t-shirt underneath a pair of denim shortalls, the overalls were cut off at the knee to make them looked very childish. The camera zoomed across to two women holding hands and walking through a park. One was wearing a baby pink dress with frills around all the edges whilst the other was in a pink all-in-one that went from her neckline all the way down and even encased her feet.

Finally the camera panned to a man and a woman sitting on the floor filling in two adult colouring books. They were both wearing onesies with snaps at the crotch, one was red and the other blue. Underneath both there were a pair of suspicious bulges that made Liam think they were wearing diapers.

“Is this some sort of joke?” Liam asked. It was just too much of a coincidence after everything else that had happened that day.

“A joke?” Charlie replied, “I think those clothes look neat.”

“You’ve got to be playing a prank on me, right? They’re baby clothes!” Liam practically yelled, “I’m pretty sure Alicia owns that dress the woman was wearing!”

“Can’t say I noticed…” Charlie replied with a shrug, “They looked comfortable though.”

Liam started to reply several times before finally realising he didn’t have the words to describe his thoughts. His mother was planning to not potty train his sister and now his father was talking about adult-sized baby clothes being comfortable, it was too much for Liam to take.

“I’m going to go to bed.” Liam finally said. His arms slumped down to his side as he turned towards the door.

“Are you sure? It’s still early.” Charlie said, “The game isn’t even finished yet.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow.” Liam replied. He walked out of the living room without looking back. This last hour or so had given him a real headache.

Liam trooped up the stairs and heard Evie and Alicia laughing. He peeked around the door frame and saw his baby sister loving all the attention she was getting from her mother. Chris carried on down the landing and when he saw the bathroom he paused in his tracks. Sitting on the floor next to the toilet was a small pink potty. Liam sighed.

Alicia had already been starting potty training. It was early days but she had made a good start to getting out of diapers and yet it seemed all that was going to be undone because of some weird trend that would disappear before too long.

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On 10/22/2021 at 2:13 AM, Elfy said:
“I’ll see you tomorrow.” Chris replied.

Liam's name suddenly changed. ?

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On 10/22/2021 at 6:36 AM, kerry said:
Liam's name suddenly changed. ?

Thank you, it's been fixed!

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Ashley is a young influencer struggling to make waves. If it wasn't for her supportive boyfriend she would never be able to live in the nice place she does. However, one phone call has the power to change a life...

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Ashley

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“So that’s my Vlog guys, I hope you liked it. Stay safe and stay beautiful!” Ashley blew a kiss to the camera and ended the livestream she was doing to a popular social media site.

Ashley took a deep breath to decompress and sat back in her chair to watch the comments in the chat come in. She smiled wryly at the dozen or so comments that came up. The viewer count had never got past a few dozen and she sighed in disappointment. Try as she might she just couldn’t get any more popular as an influencer, she was grateful to those following her but she needed more if she was to be taken seriously. Right now she was less an influencer and more woman with above average looks talking about vapid topics to next to nobody. The internet could really use more people who do that, Ashley thought to herself.

Ashley started putting the camera she had set up away. Despite her struggling “career” she lived in a very nice and large property. A benefit of her boyfriend’s success. She pulled some stray strands of blonde hair that were falling on to her face and slipped them behind her ears.

“How’d it go?” Nick asked as he walked into the bedroom.

“It was fine.” Ashley sighed as she went to her analytics page, “Though I didn’t gain many new viewers or followers…”

“You’ll get there, sweetheart.” Nick walked over and leaned down to kiss Ashley.

Ashley smiled. Her boyfriend was amazing. Nick was a little older than Ashley and ran a successful graphic design business. His glasses and short hair made him look very sophisticated and he certainly knew how to treat a woman. They had been together for eighteen months but already marriage was in the discussion. Ashley felt like a very lucky woman.

“I just need a hook.” Ashley sighed as Nick started looking through the clothes hanging in his closet, “I need a USP… That’s unique selling point-”

“I know what a USP is.” Nick chuckled in amusement as he turned around, “I thought I was the businessman around here, clearly I’m rubbing off on you.”

“You can if you like.” Ashley replied teasingly.

“As tempting of an offer as that is I’m going to need a rain check.” Nick said as he slipped a shirt over his ruggedly handsome chest, “Stephanie called and I need to go into the office.”

“Aww, do you have to?” Ashley asked playfully. She was crawling across the bed towards Nick. She playfully rolled on to her back on top of Nick’s pants and looked up at him with an exaggerated pout.

“You can be a real bratty nuisance, you know that?” Nick laughed as he shook his head.

Nick leaned over again and Ashley supposed he was coming in for a kiss. She closed her eyes and puckered her lips waiting for the softness of Nick to press against her. She jumped in shock when instead of Nick’s plump lips she felt his fingers dancing across her tummy.

“No! Stop!” Ashley curled up and tried to roll away as Nick started mercilessly tickling her.

Nick just laughed until Ashley was able to use the sheets to pull away from his grasp. She pouted as she turned back to look at him. He was already putting on his pants and checking his wallet.

“Meanie.” Ashley said quietly.

“I’ll be back at dinnertime.” Nick replied. He planted a kiss on Ashley’s forehead, “Love you.”

“Love you too.” Ashley replied. She stretched out on the bed as Nick left the room.

As Ashley heard Nick leave the house and pull away in his car she checked her social networks again. She flopped back on to the bed and sighed. She knew she could live comfortably off of Nick’s earnings but she didn’t want to just be the pretty little trophy girlfriend spending all her wealthy boyfriend’s money. She wanted to be able to earn her keep.

Ashley had attempted modelling, acting and singing only to flop at all three. Being an online influencer was pretty much her last shot before she had to admit defeat and get a “real job.” Unfortunately she was struggling to build her brand. It was hard to stand out when there were thousands of other people trying to do the same thing she was.

An influencer’s job was to create a network of people who followed them and listened to what they said. You could then get sponsorships and advertise on your various channels to make money. The most successful influencers made millions of dollars, unfortunately Ashley was a long way from being the most successful. With a few thousand followers she wasn’t being offered any lucrative deals.

It wasn’t long before Ashley switched off her laptop and left the bedroom. If she couldn’t earn her keep financially then she could at least make sure Nick had a nice dinner to come home to. She had a new recipe to try out and she needed to go to the store to get some of the ingredients.

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It was as Ashley wheeled the shopping cart around the aisles of the store that she received a phone call. She pulled the handset out of her pocket and saw that it was her manager, Denise. Ashley had hired Denise to help manage her struggling career and hopefully make deals with companies to make money. So far Ashley had seen almost no return on her investment. In fact Denise was eating up all of Ashley’s profits and more.

“Hello.” Ashley said as she held the phone to her ear with one hand and picked up a bottle of wine with the other.

“Ashley, darling, how are you?” Denise asked.

“I’m fine.” Ashley could almost feel the insincerity coming through the phone, “And yourse-”

“Great, great…” Denise interrupted, “Tell me, are you ready for a once in a lifetime opportunity?”

Ashley rolled her eyes as she read the label on the wine. She had spoken to Denise dozens of times since she started working with her and she always had a penchant for exaggeration. It was the nature of the job, she supposed. Denise had to make her clients think she was worthwhile after all. Usually these “once in a lifetime opportunities” amounted to a few hundred dollars that would go straight back to Denise.

“If it’s that hair product that made half of my followers hair fall out I’m not interested.” Ashley said.

“I told you, that was a misunderstanding.” Denise replied without missing a beat, “They messed up the formula at the factory and-”

“Just tell me what the opportunity is.” Ashley interrupted before her manager could explain the mistake for the tenth time since the incident happened.

“Diapers!” Denise said with overly fake enthusiasm.

There was a silence as the word Denise had said seemed to slowly crawl in through Ashley’s ear and into her brain. Even when the word had properly sunk in Ashley thought she must’ve misheard. She just stared ahead of her waiting for Denise to say something and explain.

“I think I must’ve misheard you.” Ashley finally said, “Did you say…”

“Diapers!” Denise repeated, “And some other things.”

“Diapers…” Ashley repeated with a frown.

“Diapers!” Denise said the word with the same excitable tone each time. It was as if she had the word recorded and ready to play at a moment’s notice.

“Are you joking?” Ashley started feeling angry. All the crappy little jobs her manager lined up was bad enough but this was a whole new level of bullshit, “I don’t pay you for thi-”

“It’s not a joke.” Denise clarified, “I assure you this is a life changing offer. You would just need to wear and model diapers and some… interesting clothing.”

“This isn’t a weird fetish thing, is it?” Ashley wrinkled her nose. She wasn’t against fetishes by any means but she didn’t want to be involved in some weird pornographic content. She wanted to be taken seriously!

“Fetish thing?” Denise repeated, “Darling, haven’t you been following the latest fads? Have you been reading those blogs I sent you?”

“Yes…” Ashley lied. In truth most of what her manager sent to her e-mail was deleted as soon as it was opened. Unless there was a very clear job offer there she wasn’t interested.

“It’s all the rage.” Denise continued her hard sell, “Parents are changing how they raise their kids, teenagers and young adults are changing how they dress. It’s a fast growing market and we can get in at ground level. The money offered on this deal…”

“How much?” Ashley asked, her interest was suddenly piqued.

“Are you sitting down?” Denise asked.

“Just tell me.” Ashley replied impatiently.

Ashley heard the numbers coming from Denise’s mouth and her eyes went as wide as dinner plates. The bottle of wine she was holding dropped from her hands and smashed against the floor. It felt like she was about to pass out and she yet again wondered if she hadn’t completely misunderstood what was being said to her.

“Ashley?” Denise’s voice brought Ashley back to the present, “Darling, are you still there?”

“I’ll do it.” Ashley replied quietly. Her voice seemingly sucked out of her along with all the air in her body.

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President Martyn

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“We can slash the military budget.” A man in a suit suggested as he flicked through some papers, “We could take a few billion from that and no one would know the difference.”

“Oh yeah, that’ll go great.” Another man said sarcastically from across the table, “We already have a sizable chunk of the population thinking we’re a soft touch. Let’s just go ahead and prove them right!”

“We just won a huge victory!” The first man shook his head.

“And I want to make sure we win another one!” The second man exclaimed.

“Can we at least wait a couple of years before worrying about re-ele-” The first man had his head in his hands.

“Gentlemen.” President Martyn raised his hand and the cabinet fell into silence. He had allowed his staff to argue over his proposal. He didn’t blame them after he had presented something so out of left field. He was looking at the table in front of him and tapping his fingers.

The men and women in the room had been sat there for two hours discussing budgeting. Things had been going well, there was an agreement amongst everyone present on most matters and the tone had been generally light-hearted. It seemed everyone was still riding a high from winning the election.

For all the good discussion going around the room President Martyn was involved in very little of it. It was now a few weeks into his presidency and his mind was on one thing: the phone call. He had done what the mysterious caller had asked and hadn’t heard from them since. It felt like there was a giant elephant in the room that everyone could see but no one wanted to be the first to mention it.

“Let’s not collapse the government before we’ve even started.” President Martyn’s tone and smile let everyone know he wasn’t totally serious. There was a smattering of laughter led by Vice-President Parlour, “Let’s leave this decision until the next meeting. You can both draw up proposals and present them at the next meeting. Then we’ll take a vote.”

There were some nods and murmurs of agreement. Timothy didn’t feel good just putting decisions off but he was so distracted at the moment he wasn’t sure he could process all the factors and make the right decision. Besides, there was another matter that he was terrified might be brought up and he wanted to get out of the room as soon as possible.

“If that’s everything we can adjourn the mee-” President Martyn started to stand up.

“There is another thing, sir.” A voice from the back of the room forced everyone to sit back down.

President Martyn saw that the voice belonged to the Secretary of the Treasury, Adam Fletcher. Fletcher was in his sixties and a mainstay of governments over the years, he was one of the first names Timothy had put down when he had to form his government. He was a no-nonsense type, someone who didn’t miss details no matter how small.

Timothy sat himself back down and everyone looked down the table to see what Adam had to say. The old official was thumbing through some pages of notes until he came upon what he was looking for. He shifted the paper to the top of his stack and tapped on it. Timothy silently prayed that this was about something completely innocuous.

“I have questions about this new campaign you are allocating funds to.” Adam said in his characteristically gruff voice, “The… Public campaign to promote Stress Free living”?”

“Yes, I think I remember what you’re talking about.” Timothy started flicking through his own paper. His hand trembled.

Timothy’s blood pressure skyrocketed and he could feel himself starting to sweat. He was instantly on edge and felt as if every eye in the room was swivelling his way. He swallowed with difficulty and tried to stop his hands from shaking. The topic everyone had wanted to bring up was now out in the open. The elephant in the room was now stampeding around the table.

“I see that there is a quite substantial amount of money being allocated to it.” Adam Fletcher continued, “In fact there are a lot of expenditures listed here without any information as to where the money is going. There is very little information as to what the campaign is even about...”

There was a silence as Timothy pretended to read the paper. He already knew every detail of it, he had stared at it for a long time wondering how he could explain what was on there. He slowly looked up attempting to act as natural as he could. Everyone was looking his way. Whilst no one else had brought it up it was clear they were all curious about what this campaign was.

“Well… I didn’t think there would be an issue with a campaign looking to improve the health of the public.” Timothy swallowed and wondered if his words sounded convincing to anyone else because they certainly didn’t work to him, “Mental health especially is something our voters want to see addressed.”

“Certainly, sir.” Secretary Fletcher replied with a nod, “But how can this committee sign off on a campaign I don’t think any of us know about?”

There was some murmured agreement and nods from the various powerful people around the table. President Timothy Martyn bit his bottom lip. He didn’t know what to say and felt himself starting to panic, something he had been impervious to in his campaign and time in office up to now.

“If I may, sir.” Vice-President Parlour leaned in to Timothy’s ear and whispered, “We need these people to make any real changes. If this is some money that you are funnelling away fro-”

“No!” Timothy exclaimed. The others looked over at the sudden outburst, “John, you know more than anyone I would never do something so corrupt.”

“Of course.” John replied in whisper, “Which is why you need to tell them where this money is going.”

Timothy still hesitated.

“You see Janine over there?” The Vice-President nodded towards a young woman who had been placed in charge of the environmental office. Timothy knew her as being very ambitious, “We’re pretty sure she’s using some old contacts in the media to leak information. Nothing to act on, of course, but the point remains that if there is any talk of corruption it could be all over the news tonight. We can’t afford that.”

Timothy knew how politics worked. People leaked information if it would help their careers to do so. He looked over to Janine who gave him a quick smile. Whether it was her or someone else news would spread. His picture would appear on newspapers and televisions all over the country with the word “corrupt” written in big bold font. His credibility would flat line.

“You have to give them something.” Vice-President Parlour finished as he straightened back up in his chair.

President Martyn gave his friend a nod and looked back to the table at large. He took a deep breath, he had to sell an idea that wasn’t even his as if it was some sort of passion project. He couldn’t allow anyone, not even John, to know this was being forced on him. That he was being blackmailed and told to do things.

“Yes, right, the Stress Free Campaign…” Timothy cleared his throat and gave what he hoped was a genuine looking smile, “You may have seen in the news that scientists have discovered that certain… lifestyle arrangements are beneficial to mental health. That certain alternative underwear can reduce stress.”

“You mean that quackery about diapers?” It was Janine, the woman who was suspected of leaking news, “You can’t mean that.”

“I do.” Timothy replied. He could feel anger rising within him. Regardless of why he was making this campaign he should be able to expect loyalty from those working under him.

“Is this “alternative science” something the government should be spending money on?” Adam Fletcher asked using his fingers to draw the air quotes.

“It’s not alternative.” Timothy replied, “It’s just science.”

In truth Timothy had seen the articles and their methods were drawing a lot of criticisms. It was weak science to say the least but he had to build a campaign around it if he didn’t want his shameful secrets revealed to the world.

“You’re spending more on this than on expanding welfare.” This was the Secretary of Social Security, “May I remind you that reform of welfare was one of your key promises.”

“I know bu-” Timothy started.

“To Hell with that.” A gruff voice came from the Secretary of Defence, “That money should be spent on protecting it’s citizens not on some alternative lifestyle bullshit!”

There was general murmuring as people turned to each other and muttered about the various things the money could be used for. Timothy felt lost at the head of the table. He looked around at a cabinet in argument and no one was listening to him. He swallowed anxiously and wanted nothing more than to retreat from the room.

“Sir, you need to assert your authority.” John Parlour said to him urgently, “You cannot lose the people in this room.”

“Everyone please…” Timothy failed to get anyone’s attention.

President Timothy Martyn had been dreaming all his life about being in the position he was now in. He had wanted to make real change but instead he was being blackmailed by a mysterious man and questioned by his colleagues. It felt like he was losing control on his dream when it was right there for the taking. Frustration was rising and he was quickly getting flustered as the noise in the room rose.

“Quiet!” Timothy stood up suddenly and slapped his hand on the desk.

This time he got everyone’s attention and all the heads in the room turned towards him and fell silent. He could see quite a few of them were shocked at this small outburst, he so rarely lost his temper and everyone in the room knew him to usually be an affable and easy-going man. He wasn’t comfortable with what he was doing but his Vice-President was right, he couldn’t have these people questioning his decisions even if their reasons were good.

“I have decided this money is going to the damn Stress Free Campaign.” Timothy looked around the room as if challenging any of them to tell him otherwise, “The campaign will be run from my office and will be directed by me. In an effort to improve the mental health of the nation I will ask you all to help set an example. You will wear diapers to work from now on.”

There was a general uproar at this sudden directive. In fairness, what Timothy was asking for was far beyond what he could expect but his emotions were getting the best of him. He stood impassively as the heads of departments shouted. The meeting had descended into farce.

“If any of you don’t want to comply with my wishes you can hand your resignations to John.” Timothy straightened his tie, “Meeting dismissed.”

Before anything else could happen the President turned around and walked out the door that led straight into his office. He closed the door behind him and heard raised voices from the other side of the door. He slumped back against the wooden door and looked up at the ceiling. He closed his eyes and pushed himself to walk across to his desk. As he sat down he half-expected the Vice-President to walk in with a dozen or so resignations but he never came.

As the emotions of the meeting ebbed he was left in shock at what he had done. Had he really just told the country’s leaders that he expected them to wear diapers to work from now on? This was going even beyond what the man on the phone had asked for. He felt like he was losing his grip. He wondered if handing in his own resignation would be the best move. Timothy picked up the internal White House phone and was nearly instantly connected to one of the phone operators.

“Hello.” Timothy said, “I’m going to need you to order a few cases of adult diapers.”

“Sir?” The voice on the other end sounded very confused.

“Various sizes and styles.” Timothy continued, “I’ll have someone send you the places to order from.”

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The props for Ashley's new sponsorship have arrived and it's time to make a very special video. She expected this to be a chore before she discovers three things. 1. This stuff is adorable, 2. These diapers work really well and 3. These things are giving her feelings she has never felt before.

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“What’s in the boxes?” Nick asked as he walked down the stairs in his suit.

“Just some stuff for a video.” Ashley replied evasively.

The boxes had been piled up in the corner next to her recording equipment. Ashley didn’t dare tell her boyfriend what she had agreed to. It wasn’t that she thought he would react badly she was just embarrassed. Of course she was, she was going to do a photoshoot and video whilst dressed as a baby!

“Ah.” Nick nodded his head supportively.

“It’s sponsored.” Ashley smiled, “Biggest sponsorship so far.”

It was true that it was the biggest sponsorship Ashley had received though it hardly told the whole story. The amount she had been offered dwarfed any other payday in her whole life yet alone her influencer career.

“Way to go!” Nick gave Ashley a thumbs up, “I have to go. How about I bring home something nice for dinner.”

“Sounds great.” Ashley replied.

“See you later, babe.” Nick said, “I love you.”

“Love you too!” Ashley called after him.

The front door opened and then closed. Ashley stood up and tip-toed across the room to look out the front window. She watched Nick get into his car and pull away from the house. Once she was sure he wasn’t coming back she turned to the boxes in the corner. She could feel her cheeks flushing and for whatever reason she was nervous. This was going to be so embarrassing and despite the massive boost to her bank account she considered calling her manager and cancelling. She looked at her phone as she felt her jitters test her nerves.

Ashley knew Nick wouldn’t see what happened in her video. He pretended to watch her content and pay attention but she knew he didn’t really, she was fine with that. It was cute watching him lie to support her. Ashley knew that Nick had very little spare time and he didn’t want to spend a lot of it watching vlogs, she was fine with that.

The three boxes were dragged into the centre of the room. Ashley took her scissors and carefully cut the tape to open them up. The first box was filled with clothing, mostly pastel pinks but a colourful assortment. She picked up the dress at the top of the pile. It was very short and seemed to have a built in onesie underneath the skirt section. The poppers on the two flaps hung low. On the chest of the dress was a smiling bunny face whilst the frilly hemline was ringed with hearts.

“It’s adorable!” Ashley said to herself. It was almost painfully cute. Ashley couldn’t help but smile at the infantile dress.

All the clothes were the same. Ashley pulled outfits out of the box and marvelled at how cute it all was. It was all baby clothing that was essentially scaled up for adults. There were so many outfits as well, clearly the people paying for this advertising expected more than one shoot.

Ashley opened up the second box next and found all sorts of baby paraphernalia. There were baby toys, pacifiers, rattles, baby bottles, teething rings and all sorts of other items. Ashley tipped this box over causing the contents to spill all over the floor where she planned for the photos to happen. It would make for a good environment and she could use them for the photos and video.

The third box was pulled out next. Ashley could feel her heartrate quicken as she crouched in front of the box and sliced the tape open. She knew what would be inside and it was the thing she was most nervous about.

Ashley slowly opened the flaps of the cardboard box and was greeted by great big white rectangles in plastic packaging. She didn’t know what she really expected but these diapers were much larger than she had been expecting. She reached in and grabbed the plastic handle on top of one of the packages and lifted it out. The heavy packet had a sticker on one side which listed the name of the diapers and some vital statistics about them.

“Think Little” Ashley read out loud, “The premier adult diaper supplier.”

Ashley was amazed they made diapers like this for adults. She knew some adults had to wear diapers for incontinence but she had never expected to see ones that seemed designed to look like baby diapers. If there was a market for this she certainly hadn’t heard about it. Yet, despite the shock of first seeing them her first reaction was that they were cute. The little cartoon pictures on the plastic padding looked adorable.

“Am I really doing this?” Ashley asked herself as she looked around at the diapers, clothes and toys.

The answer was yes. Of course she was going to do it. The money was ridiculous and she had been assured it wasn’t because of fetish reasons, apparently there was scientific evidence to say wearing these diapers was a good idea. Ashley had been sent some resources by her manager and she had clicked through them. It seemed the latest research into stress management suggested that wearing diapers and even acting a little childish could greatly improve people’s lives. She was sceptical but it had even been endorsed by the government so she figured there must be something to it.

“I’m helping people.” Ashley said as she started to tear open the packaging on the diapers, “That’s all.”

Ashley pulled out of the diapers and felt how spongy it was. The diapers were big but the padding felt even thicker. She opened it up and placed it on the floor. To delay the moment that she actually put on she decided to choose the clothes she was going to wear.

Each outfit was very well made. Ashley settled on a creamy yellow dress with bows going down the front though it seemed like every item of clothing made her go “aww” with cuteness. With nothing left to delay her she took a deep breath and started pulling down her pants.

There was no two ways about it, Ashley felt ridiculous as she stripped naked in her living room. Twice she stopped just to make sure the doors were locked and that no one was looking in on her, it was ridiculous paranoia.

Ashley flattened the diaper out and sat down on it. She could immediately feel comfort as if she was sitting on a pillow, when she looked down between her legs the diaper seemed impossibly large and she wondered if she had somehow been sent the wrong size.

“How do you…” Ashley had never put a diaper on anyone else yet alone herself. She slowly lowered herself back until she was laying on the floor.

Ashley had to prop herself up a little to reach down between her legs and grab the front of the padding. As she laid back down she brought the diaper up and over her crotch. She could feel the thickness pushing her thighs apart and the plastic crinkled lightly as she smoothed it out over her crotch.

“This is so freaking weird…” Ashley muttered as she adjusted herself slightly. She wasn’t sure how the diaper was supposed to fit but she assumed lining up the top of the front and back would be a good start.

Once Ashley felt the diaper was lined up she pulled up the sides and pulled at the tapes. She pushed the sticky surfaces down on the shiny front of the padding and then stopped. Her heart was beating twice as fast as normal as she realised she was now fully in the diaper. It took her a few moments to work up the courage to move.

As Ashley sat up she felt the diaper move and crinkle loudly. It was bulkier than she expected and with no other noise in the house it felt like she could be heard from miles away. She looked down at her padded crotch and saw the diaper puff out with the air trapped inside. She gently pressed down and squeezed the air out. This was it. She was wearing the diapers and, if she was honest with herself, it didn’t feel bad at all. She wasn’t sure what she had expected but it wasn’t the soft hugging of her hips that she felt now.

Ashley stood up and took a few steps. The padding forcing her legs slightly further apart meant her gait was a little different to usual. The pillow-like insides rubbed against her skin as the outer side rustled and clung to her. It was a perfect fit and as she looked in the body-length mirror she brought out for these shoots she actually thought she looked good.

Once the initial shock of wearing a diaper passed Ashley bent down to grab the yellow dress. She pulled it over her head and after a few seconds of adjusting everything it slipped down and over the padding. Now her reflection looked different.

“I look adorable!” Ashley covered her mouth in shock and turned around. The high hemline of the dress bounced a little showing the bottom of her diaper.

Ashley blushed at her outburst. No matter how truthful it had been it was still embarrassing. She couldn’t believe she wasn’t disgusted with how she looked. She felt so confused.

Ashley crinkled as she walked over to the camera. She set it up to take pictures at intervals of a few seconds and then stood in front of the lens awkwardly. She didn’t really know what to do so she smiled and waved for the first picture. She spun around a little and then lifted the bottom of the dress to flash the front of her diaper.

As time went on Ashley started to feel more comfortable and natural. She started genuinely smiling and even wiggled her butt for the camera. She had always been rather childish in her personality but this outfit seemed to be bringing it out of her in a major way.

Soon Ashley’s eyes caught on a pacifier lying on the blanket set up for her shoot. She didn’t even hesitate to pick it up and put it in her mouth. She giggled as she continued to pose. She didn’t know exactly what the tone was going to be so she did straight up outfit shots to laying on the floor with her legs open to show off her diaper.

Against all her expectations Ashley was having a lot of fun. She picked up the teddy bears and played with them, she sat down with the toys and had a great time. Once she ran out of ideas she even went back to the box and changed outfits for more photos!

After however many hours and outfit changes Ashley was finally finished. After the camera clicked for the final time and a red light started flashing to say there were no photos left to take Ashley sat down on her padded rear end and looked around herself. She was surrounded by baby paraphernalia and she felt great. She had more content for her social medias than she could ever imagine, she was sure Think Little would be happy with what she had created.

“Thith ith tho weird.” Ashley lisped. It was only as the words left her mouth that she realised she was still chewing on the pacifier. She pulled it out and stared at it. Just how long had she left it in?

Ashley stood up and walked over to the camera. She switched it into video mode and then sat in front of it again. She took a deep breath and waited for the beep to say the recording was starting. She was sat on the floor with her legs crossed, her dress had pulled up just enough to show a hint of the diaper underneath.

“Hi guys!” Ashley waved at the camera then looked around her, “So as you can see I’ve been trying some new stuff!”

Ashley chuckled and paused for a second.

“You might have heard about the research showing that wearing diapers can help with stress. You might’ve seen the government supporting it. I was offered a sponsorship to try it out and here I am.” Ashley held her arms out. Her dress lifted even further making the diaper unmistakable, “I’ve just done a photoset which I’ll upload soon but I have to say… This stuff is great! I’ve truly felt very comfortable and relaxed so stay tuned for more! Stay safe and stay beautiful!”

Ashley ended the short recording. There would be more to come later but she didn’t want to overwhelm her followers with too much. No doubt this would cause waves amongst her fans but she hoped she wouldn’t lose too many.

As Ashley stood back up and prepared to put all her things away she felt a sudden need for the bathroom. It had been hours since she last went to the toilet, somehow she hadn’t noticed whilst doing her work. She put her hand on one of the tapes and pulled it off before pausing.

A wicked thought entered Ashley’s mind and it grew from a tiny seed into something much larger. The diaper was designed for this sort of thing. She’d had a lot of fun, maybe it didn’t have to end right then. She looked to the living room door and outside the hallway and stairs that led to the bathroom. Then she turned and looked back at her crotch.

Ashley bit her lip but had already made her mind up. She pressed the tape back down on her diaper. She could feel herself flushing with embarrassment but excitement as well, her pulse raced and she felt like adrenaline was flowing. She had never wet herself since she had been originally potty trained and now she was going to do it by choice. She felt so naughty!

Ashley stood in the centre of the room and waited for it to happen. She tried to relax herself but kept tensing up at the last moment. No matter what she did she was unable to make her bladder relax. Every time she went to the brink of wetting herself and stopped she psyched herself out of the whole thing.

“Come on. This isn’t supposed to be difficult!” Ashley complained to her body.

Ashley squatted back on her heels and tried again. She made herself relax and took a deep breath, almost immediately she felt a trickle run out into the diaper. Her body tensed up and stopped the wetting immediately. Ashley could feel a small spot of warmth on the diaper and she pressed her hand against it. It was so… pleasant.

With another deep breath Ashley relaxed again and this time managed to avoid tensing. She gasped as the flow started again. The hot urine splashed around inside the diaper and ran between her legs, she almost expected it to pour on to the floor but instead the warmth was held against her. She could feel the padding expanding as it thirstily drank up her pee, it was the strangest feeling in the world.

Ashley weighed the heavy disposable underwear with her hand and pressed it up against her crotch. It was so warm and squishy, as Ashley’s peeing came to an end she sighed deeply, it felt so comfortable. There was something intangible that Ashley couldn’t put her finger on. An exciting feeling that she couldn’t articulate. As she pressed the diaper up over her crotch she felt a sudden spike of erotic pleasure.

“Well this is unexpected…” Ashley giggled to herself as she bit her lip and raised her eyebrows.

Ashley shifted her body to sit on the floor and felt the soaked padding squeeze underneath her body. She had never done this before but she already knew this wouldn’t be the last time. She was captivated and now her wet diaper was pressing all of her buttons. Her hands ran all over the plastic on the front and back.

The exploratory massaging of the diaper started becoming more and more urgent. Ashley bit her bottom lip as she felt the padding push against her lips, her most sensitive areas felt like they throbbed as her nerve endings were rubbed against. Her body demanded more.

Ashley’s right hand moved up her diaper to the waistband. She slipped it inside the disposable and could feel the much warmer space inside. Ashley’s own urine was now acting like a radiator. The fluffy padding was moist but a lot drier than she had expected, the expanded padding still feeling so incredibly soft.

As Ashley’s hand delved deeper into her diaper her fingertip rubbed against her pleasure button. She let out a little moan and tossed her head back against the couch. She was a sexual being and wasn’t a stranger to pleasuring herself but this was incredible, it felt like a world of difference to what she was used to. She started urgently rubbing around her clit as her breathing became heavier. Her free hand rubbed against the outside of the padding, the smooth curvature somehow making her even hornier.

Ashley felt an orgasm building deep inside her body and her movements became both more frantic and insistent. Her left hand pushed the soaked padding of the diaper against her body as her right hand continued to play with crotch.

“Oh God… Yesssss!” Ashley’s last word was drawn out as she finally crested the wave.

Ashley’s padded crotch humped against her hands as her body tensed and then released in ecstasy. She grunted several times until her body finally felt limp. She was exhausted and for a few minutes she remained seated, her breathing was the only sound to break the silence. That had been more intense than anything she had ever done before, her hands remained on the smooth diaper and lazily glided up and down. When she finally found the energy to open her eyes she quickly came back to reality.

“Oh shit…” Ashley swore as she scrambled to her feet. She was looking at the clock in shock.

The modelling and the fun afterwards had taken up a lot more time than Ashley had thought. She had to put all the new clothes, toys and diapers away before Nick got home. The afterglow of her orgasm and her weak knees didn’t help as she started to put everything away, wobbling around the room with a rather crumpled diaper hanging from her hips.

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Liam goes to work but unfortunately not even this is enough to get away from what he sees as a growing menace. At home things are no better, in fact they are significantly worse as he sees his mom moving them closer and closer to the Stress Free Campaign. Things get much worse for him much quicker than he could possibly expect.

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The Jones Family

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Liam was slouched over the counter as he watched two old women deliberating on something at the far end of the shop. Rain was tapping on the glass at the front of the store and a small television above the counter was showing a talk show that Liam never really paid attention to. He was bored after another predictably slow day.

It was the early evening and Liam was coming to the end of a shift at the small store he worked at. Small store was putting it mildly, Liam and the owner were the only two employees there at that time. They sold a little bit of everything and their stock could change drastically in the space of a couple of weeks. It was remarkable that the relentless march of progress hadn’t yet swallowed the store up and replaced it with a coffee shop or something.

Liam leaned back on his chair at the checkout and yawned. His boss, Vinny, had disappeared out the back of the store fifteen minutes ago to sort out the delivery that had just arrived leaving Liam alone in the front. He looked up idly at the screen and saw a sight that just weeks ago would’ve been obscene but was now becoming increasingly normal.

The famous interviewer’s guest was another celebrity endorsing the Stress Free Campaign. It was still strange to see these movie stars and singers showing off the waistbands of their diapers and encouraging others to join in. It felt like every other show was suddenly talking about diapers or baby clothing for adults and they were broken up commercials for the same products. It was like a media blitz.

Liam’s hope that his mother would forget the fad and potty train Alicia had mostly evaporated. What potty training Alicia had accomplished had been forgotten about and she was back to using her diapers exclusively, she was even rewarded for doing so. Liam was so depressed by this he considered trying to potty train Alicia in secret though he knew that wasn’t really possible.

Despite the media it didn’t seem everyone was buying into this campaign. Liam had seen a lot of counter points made by equally passionate people who encouraged parents and others not to make decisions until there was more research. There was an “us vs. them” feeling growing with people being pulled in different directions. It seemed like most people hadn’t bought into the campaign but more were being converted every day, Liam was certain of that even if it depressed him.

“Gimme a hand here would you?” Vinny’s voice called through the open door from the store room.

Vinny was a pudgy older man who was balding. He had Italian heritage but the accent he spoke with was put on for the sake of customers. When it was just him and Liam he spoke in exactly the same way as everyone else in the city, he always told Liam it was a show, encouraged people to come back. Liam doubted Vinny was even his real name but that was a secret he wasn’t letting out of the bag.

Liam stepped out of the shop floor and into the dingier and darker store room. Vinny was stood next to a pallet with several large cardboard boxes wrapped tightly in cellophane. The boss was wiping sweat from his brow as he rested his hands on the handle of the small cart they had for moving heavy equipment.

“What’s in the boxes?” Liam asked as he walked over curiously.

“New stock.” Vinny replied. He coughed a couple of times. A smoker’s cough that was always aggravated during heavy work. Liam wasn’t sure if it was put on to get out of work but it usually ended up with Liam doing most of the heavy lifting.

“Do we even have room for all this stuff?” Liam asked as he looked back out through the door. The old women had barely moved, “The current stuff isn’t exactly flying off the shelves.”

“We’ll make room for this.” Vinny said as he hit the side of the boxes with his palm a couple of times, “Clear space on the far wall and put this all out.”

“Now?” Liam frowned, “I clock off in half an hour.”

“You’d better get a move on then!” Vinny replied grouchily as he walked past Liam and into the store.

Liam grumbled and looked up at the ceiling for a few seconds. He hated how his boss seemed to think of his working hours as more of a suggestion than a rule. If Vinny didn’t pay Liam as well as he did Liam would’ve walked out a long time ago. The truth was that Liam liked working in the store for the most part, it was quiet and a lot easier than a job at a big supermarket or department store like his friends had.

Swallowing his grouchiness Liam took the handle of the cart and started pulling it towards the lights of the store. The bell rang on the door just as he came through, the old ladies were leaving without buying anything. He didn’t know how someone could spend so long comparing products only to choose none of them.

The cart was indeed heavy and Liam grunted as he pulled it through to the far wall of the store. He started pulling boxes off the shelves, stock that would go into the backroom for either a later date or just to be forgotten about. Once everything was out of the way he started pulling and ripping the cellophane.

“You never told me what’s in these.” Liam said as he yanked the plastic wrapping off.

“It’s my meal ticket.” Vinny grunted. He now had his feet on the counter and was reading a newspaper.

That was Vinny’s stock reply whenever Liam asked what new stock was. Everything Vinny bought in bulk to sell was going to make him a rich man, it was funny how his plans never seemed to turn out that way.

Liam lifted the top cardboard box off the pile and placed it on the ground. He pulled at the flaps that were taped closed and when they gave way he saw sixes white rectangles. Liam grabbed the plastic handle of one and lifted it up. He was about to place it on the shelf when the front of the package turned his way and he froze. His grip slackened and the plastic packet fell to the floor.

“Hey! Watch the merchandise!” Vinny complained as he leaned around the counter to look at Liam, “If you break the packaging I’m taking it out of your pay.”

Liam felt like he was going mad. He slowly picked the packet back up and turned it over to look at the label again. He couldn’t quite believe he was holding a package of adult diapers. It felt like he couldn’t escape them. Everywhere he went he was seeing or hearing about this stuff, it had come out of nowhere but now it felt like he was surrounded on all sides by this weird craze. Despite all the space around him Liam felt claustrophobia closing in at the edges of his mind.

“You’re stocking… Diapers?” Liam managed to choke out. Liam saw Think Little written in balloon-like writing as he stared with wide eyes at the packaging.

“You bet your ass I am. It cost me an arm and a leg to get them though, damn things are selling out everywhere.” Vinny barked out a laugh, “I can charge whatever I want for them and people will pay. Everyone’s talking about them. Those things are my ticket to a vacation in the Bahamas.”

Liam swallowed down a rising panic. He hadn’t divulged the problems at home so he couldn’t tell his boss why he was so against even touching these diapers. He swallowed down his fear and breathed deeply as he started putting the diapers on the shelves. He emptied the cardboard boxes and put the contents out on display. He was almost like a robot as he loaded the old stock on to the cart and wheeled it to the back.

“Don’t you think this stuff is… weird?” Liam asked as he walked back into the main store. The white plastic filling the shelves reflected the light and was impossible to look away from.

“Weird?” Vinny grunted.

“I mean adults going around in diapers, people wearing baby clothes.” Liam silently added his own family deciding not to potty train his baby sister, “Don’t you think this is all really strange?”

“It’s no different to any other fad.” Vinny shrugged as he turned back to his newspaper, “Pogs, yo-yos, hell even those little animal things you walk around catching. It’s the hot thing and I want to jump on that gravy train.”

Liam nodded his head but he couldn’t help but think things were different. He let go of the cart and gathered his coat and bag. He walked back into the main store to see Vinny hadn’t moved a muscle.

“I’ll be off then.” Liam said as started towards the door. He couldn’t take his eyes off the new display.

“Sure you don’t want to take a pack home with you?” Vinny asked, “See what all the fuss is about?”

“You’re kidding right?” Liam turned with wide eyes.

“I don’t know.” Vinny shrugged, “You’ve been eyeing them up like a good looking girl. It looked like you were interested.”

“I’ll see you later.” Liam said as he pushed the door open and felt the rain hit his face. He didn’t even want to dignify what Vinny said with a response and now he couldn’t stop imagining Vinny taking some of the diapers home and trying them on. He shivered as he tried to focus on literally anything else.

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By the weekend Liam had nearly driven himself completely insane. It felt like everywhere he looked he saw diapers. When he went for a walk he saw other people with clearly padded rears, he turned on the television and he saw people talking about them, he went online and social media was talking of little else. A lot of people found this new craze funny but he found it very distressing because his own family seemed to be sinking further and further into it. It felt like a cult his parents were joining and he couldn’t do anything to stop it.

Liam’s mother, Evie, had come home from one of her evenings out with several new books. Liam wasn’t concerned until he saw the titles on the covers. “Un-Potty Training: Is It Right For You?”, “Back To Babyhood”, “A Guide To Stress Free Living”… Liam had felt his stomach turning with each one.

Not even work could distract Liam from his problems. The diapers loomed large on the shelves and, much to his chagrin, were proving to be very popular. He wished no one had come in to buy them but he had to grudgingly accept that they were very popular. It seemed like all sorts of people were getting into this new craze; old people, young people, black people, white people, it seemed that every demographic were interested. So much so that Vinny had ordered two re-fills of his stock which Liam had to put out.

Liam had handled so many packages of diapers he felt like he could draw them from memory. The clear plastic, the little label with a picture of a smiling man and woman separated by the words “Cutiebutts by Think Little” in a round red font. The diapers within with their decorated landing strip, a tasteful swirly pattern where the tapes were placed.

It was on Liam’s Saturday evening shift that he received a most unexpected customer. He had been looking up at the television above the counter and watching the daytime soap opera when the bell rang announcing a new person had walked in. He looked down and frowned.

“Mom?” Liam was confused. This wasn’t the most convenient store for his family to go to.

“Hello Liam.” Evie said. She was smiling as she looked around the store.

“What are you doing here?” Liam asked, “Is everyone OK?”

“Everyone’s fine.” Evie replied. Her eyes fell upon the diapers on the far shelf and she started walking over to them.

“Evening, Mrs. Jones.” Vinny had walked out from the backroom, “Nice to see you.”

“Yes, I just came for a few things.” Evie said distractedly.

Liam was watching from behind the counter but as Evie reached out for the diapers he couldn’t hold back any longer. He walked around the cash register and marched straight up to his mother. Evie was reading the rear of the package and the scant information it provided about the disposables within. Liam tensed up.

“What are you doing?” Liam hissed as he took the plastic pack and put it back on the shelf.

“Relax. I’m just curious.” Evie shook her head and rolled her eyes, “You know… You seem stressed.”

“Don’t try that craziness with me.” Liam’s eyes widened.

“I’m just kidding around.” Evie chuckled, “A couple of the women at my book club wanted to try some diapers and I remember you mentioning you were stocking some.”

Liam felt suspicious. Why didn’t they come themselves if they wanted diapers? Why had Evie picked his store when every supermarket in the area stocked them as well? Liam took a deep breath that he let out of his nose as he looked on disapprovingly. He watched his mom pick up two packets and carry them over to the counter. Vinny rung her up and bagged her products.

“Will that be all, Mrs. Jones?” Vinny asked with a smile.

“Yes, thank you.” Evie replied as she took the bags, “Don’t work my boy too hard.”

“That shirker?” Vinny grinned mischievously, “If I can ever get him to work I’ll make sure it isn’t too hard.”

Vinny and Evie laughed as Liam walked back to the counter sourly. As his mom left the store he couldn’t help but watch with trepidation. He eyed the packages of diapers with suspicion and his gaze lingered on the door long after his mom had left and the door closed behind her.

“Momma’s boy.” Vinny taunted.

“Shut up…” Liam rolled his eyes and went through to the backroom.

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Over the next several days Liam felt on his guard whenever he was around his family. He hadn’t seen the diapers after his mom left the store with them and he wondered if they were even still in the house. According to his mom they had been for friends of hers, maybe they’d been handed over already.

“Liam!” Liam’s dad was calling from the bottom of the stairs, “Dinner’s ready.”

Liam had been sitting up in his bed reading a book. He rushed to the end of the paragraph and placed the bookmark between the pages. He placed the book on the bedside table, stood up and made his way downstairs to the dinner table. As usual he was the last person to sit down. Liam looked across the table to Alicia who was making a mess smearing her food on her face. As usual these days when he looked at his little sister he felt a pang of sadness. He was tempted to bring up the subject of her potty training but every time he did his parents just shut it down and said it was their decision.

“So… Martha at the book club tried those diapers I bought.” Evie started eating her meal and acted as if this was a normal topic of conversation.

“That’s interesting.” Charlie replied as he cut up his sausages, “What did she think?”

Liam felt his appetite wither away to be replaced with the anxiousness he always seemed to feel when he heard about or saw diapers these days. He waited for his mom to swallow her food and respond.

“She said it was good.” Evie finally replied, “She’s got the whole family doing it now.”

“I have to admit to being curious.” Charlie replied with a smile.

Liam felt his pulse quicken. Nausea rose within him, he got the impression this was an orchestrated conversation and he didn’t like where it was going. His dad was still smiling and Liam noticed his eyes shift towards him for just a second. For a few seconds the only sounds in the room were Alicia’s babbling.

“I was thinking…” Evie started. She stretched the words out far longer than she needed to.

“No!” Liam exclaimed immediately. He didn’t need to hear more, he certainly didn’t want to hear more. He knew where this was going and it suddenly felt like this had been an inevitability from the moment his parents decided not to potty train his sister.

“You don’t know what I was going to say…” Evie chuckled.

“Listen to your mother.” Charlie added.

“I was thinking…” Evie said again before pausing dramatically, “That we, as a family, should commit to wearing diapers as well.”

“Absolutely not!” Liam waved his hands to emphasise his negative response, “A thousand times no.”

“Calm down, son.” Charlie said as Liam nearly knocked over his drink.

“Calm down!?” Liam replied, “Listen to what Mom’s suggesting! This is insane!”

Not knowing what was really going on but distressed by the shouting, Alicia burst into loud tears. Liam felt like he couldn’t breathe and as his dad tended to Alicia he tried to take some deep breaths. He thought he might collapse.

When Alicia proved difficult to calm Charlie stood up and lifted her out of the highchair. He sat the crying girl on his hip and took her out of the room. Liam watched them go feeling like the only sane one in the family was Alicia. He felt like bursting into tears just like his sister.

“I think it is important to commit to this Stress Free living.” Evie said as she looked sternly at her son, “You’ll thank me in the long run.”

“Like fu-” Liam started.

“Watch your language…” Evie warned with raised eyebrows.

Liam took a deep breath to try and steady himself. He realised he had to somehow talk himself out of this insanity that had been quickly enveloping his whole life. He could hear Alicia’s crying from the living room still and he tried to think of an argument against these diapers that he hadn’t used before. He failed.

“Look… If you and Dad want to do this then fine.” Liam said as calmly as he could whilst his legs shook, “But leave me out of it.”

“We are doing this as a family.” Evie said simply. Her tone of voice left no room for debate.

“You can’t make me!” Liam shouted. He immediately cursed himself for failing to remain calm. In the distance he could hear Alicia’s crying crank up again.

“We are doing this…” Evie leaned a little closer with piercing eyes, “As a family. If you don’t want to take part you can leave this family and this house.”

Liam’s mouth fell open as he processed what he was hearing. His Mom was seriously giving him an ultimatum. He tried to think about how to de-escalate the situation but he couldn’t get over the “take it or leave it” choice he had been given. His parents had always been strict but he never imagined this coming from them.

As Liam came to the startling realisation that his parents were serious about this he switched his thinking to the next problem. Was there someone who would take him in? He had a few friends but none close enough that he felt he could just crash with them indefinitely. He had family as well but he hadn’t seen any of them for a long time, he wasn’t even sure how to contact them. It seemed like they were the “black sheep” of the family, Liam suddenly wondered why that might be.

A panic started erupting in Liam as he realised he had nowhere to go. If his parents were really making this mandatory he had no choice but to go along with it. He didn’t even pay rent so couldn’t use that as an argument to having some autonomy.

“We’ve got some diapers upstairs and-” Evie started.

“What!?” Liam’s shock jumped another level. He wasn’t even going to get time to adjust to the idea. There were diapers in the house right now, and they were meant for him!

“No time like the present.” Evie said, “After all you’re the last one to put one on.”

“You mean…” Liam felt his stomach jump up and down. For a second he thought he would throw up.

Liam watched on unable to look away as if there was a train crash happening in front of him. Evie stood up in front of him and he suddenly noticed her pants bulging out more than usual, he couldn’t believe he hadn’t seen it before. Until he knew what to look for he hadn’t noticed anything but now it was clear as day. When Evie lifted the bottom of her shirt a few inches to show the papery waistband of her diaper.

“They’re very comfortable.” Evie said with a smile, “And oh so convenient.”

Liam’s brain felt like it was melting. He wasn’t able to process everything that was happening, it was all so bad he was sure it could only be a nightmare. He was so stunned it seemed like time was slowing down. He only realised how long he had been staring at his mother’s crotch when she tapped him on the shoulder.

“Let’s go.” Evie said.

“But-” Liam stuttered.

“Come on.” Evie said, “It’s time to take the plunge. I know you’re nervous but it’ll all be fine. Trust me.”

Liam felt like a man on the way to the gallows. He rose to his feet feeling like he didn’t have any option but to go with his mother up the stairs. He was trembling as he went past his sister’s nursery and up to his bedroom door. He pushed it open tentatively as if he expected a monster to be hiding within.

Liam walked into the room and waited next to the bed as his mom went to her own bedroom. When he heard her footsteps returning he felt his heart pumping so hard he thought it might smash through his ribs. He looked up when Evie walked in and he saw a pack of diapers that she was already ripping open. There had to be some combination of words that would wake his mom up to the insanity of the situation.

“Alright, get undressed and lay down on the bed.” Evie instructed. She dropped the packet of diapers whilst still holding one. It looked imposingly large.

“What do you mean?” Liam was feeling increasingly mortified with every minutes, “I can do it myself!”

“It’ll be easier if I do it.” Evie said dismissively, “Come on, it’s nothing I haven’t seen before.”

“Th-That’s not the point!” Liam shook as his mom advanced towards him.

“You’ll feel better when it’s on. I promise.” Evie reached forwards and started pulling Liam’s shirt up and over his head.

Liam was overwhelmed from everything that was happening as the shirt came up and over his head. As the shirt covered his face he suddenly felt a yank on his pants and underwear. It took a couple of seconds for him to realise his mom had just pulled his clothes off. Liam struggled to pull the shirt off his head so he could get his hands down to cover himself.

“Stop flailing.” Evie said. Her tone suggested Liam was causing a fuss over nothing.

“Can we talk about this!?” Liam desperately asked as he finally got his shirt off completely. His hands quickly dropped to cover his exposed genitals and his face was burning a bright red.

“There’s nothing to talk about.” Evie said, “Look how stressed you are. You don’t think I’ve noticed how worried and distracted you’ve been recently?”

“That’s beca-” Liam started.

“So lay down and let Mommy put you in a diaper.” Evie said gently. She gently pushed Liam in the chest and he stumbled backwards into a seated position on the bed.

“Mommy!?” Liam replied in confusion.

Liam didn’t know whether it was a deliberate ploy or not but he was constantly kept off balance by everything. He felt confused and disorientated, feeling so out of control made it a lot easier for him to follow orders so when Evie pushed him back he laid down on the bed compliantly even as he continued to cover himself and complain.

“This is insanity…” Liam moaned.

It felt so unreal. Liam saw the diaper unfurled and placed between his legs, it crinkled menacingly and Liam saw it almost as a wild animal that was waiting to pounce on him. He thought about all his friends and wondered exactly what they would think if they could see him in this situation. He would be a pariah if anyone found out about this and to make it even worse he was going to have to wear these diapers all the time!

Evie took Liam’s wrists and moved his hands away from his genitals. Liam laid completely still as if somehow not moving might just turn him into a doll and he wouldn’t have to be aware at this humiliation. He was about to lift his hips so the diaper could be slipped underneath him but his mother simply grabbed his ankles instead.

“Woah! Hey!” Liam spluttered as his legs were lifted and his back rolled so he was left staring at his junk and thinking he was about to roll over backwards.

As suddenly as he was lifted Liam felt his mom let go of his ankles and his legs fell back down to the bed. He was about to complain when he felt the plastic diaper rustling underneath him. He could feel the padding underneath his butt. It wasn’t at all how underwear was supposed to feel or sound like.

Evie pulled the front of the diaper up between Liam’s legs. Liam felt the padding press against his skin and then pull tight as the tapes were placed. Soon Evie was backing off and Liam was left in his new underwear.

“There you go. All that fussing over nothing.” Evie said as she watched her son sit up. The diaper crinkled and puffed out from the air stuck within.

Liam slowly stood up. The diaper crinkled loudly and the thick padding pushed his thighs apart, it felt so strange to have this new bulk between his thighs. He thought he was about to start crying.

“The bathroom is off-limits now.” Evie said from the doorway. Liam could see the outline of her diaper so easily now, “The door will be locked. Just speak to one of us when you need a change.”

The tears couldn’t be stopped now. Liam’s mom closed the door as she left leaving Liam to crumple down to the floor. He felt the diaper shift shape and the tapes pull taut. He sobbed as he reached down with his hands and felt the thick padding now affixed to him. The thought of using the diaper was enough to make Liam nauseous and yet he knew now it was inevitable.

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As things continue to get wildly out of control Timothy Martyn struggles to pull his staff together. With plummeting popularity and no sign of things getting better he decides to start investigating.

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President Martyn

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Timothy sat in his office in silence. He had been in the Oval Office for a couple of hours already and had spent the whole time staring at his computer screen. He pulled at his tie which was already loose feeling like it was choking him. He hadn’t even shaved that morning, his stubble adding to the overall look of a man under a lot of pressure.

“Presidential Popularity Plummets.” Timothy had read the headline a thousand times, “Sharpest decline in history as many regret votes.”

Things weren’t any better within the walls of the White House. The President’s declaration that his cabinet had to wear diapers had not gone down well. Several junior members had resigned though none of them made many waves in the news, the Vice-President was running around putting out the fires whilst Timothy hid in his office. In fact few of the cabinet spoke to Timothy outside of meetings which could be considered cordial at best.

“Knock knock.” Vice-President John Parlour walked in with a smile on his face, “You look like crap, sir.”

“With friends like these…” Timothy replied with a half-hearted smile.

“You can’t let them beat you down.” John said as he sat down on the opposite side of the desk.

Timothy clearly heard the crinkle coming from underneath John’s pants but he didn’t say anything. The last thing he wanted to talk about was diapers when it was all he was ever asked in press conferences.

“I’ve got the latest numbers on your Stress Free Campaign.” John said as he held up a folder and then slid it across the desk, “I’ll give you the headlines. Seems the campaign has been very polarising. There has been an enthusiastic uptake from around fifteen percent of the population though it’s ever increasing. The opposition is-”

“I know.” Timothy raised the folder and dropped it back on the desk, “The opposition is quite vast.”

“Sir, if I may speak freely, maybe you should consider… de-prioritising the campaign.” John suggested, “I understand you must have your reasons for it and alleviating stress and improving mental health is a noble cause but-”

“The campaign continues as planned.” Timothy interrupted.

Timothy would’ve loved to have dropped the campaign. He wanted nothing more than to disavow the madness, to stand up in front of the press and announce he had a period of mental infirmity but was better now. He would’ve done anything but he wasn’t the one in control. The mysterious man on the phone controlled his presidency. He was nothing but a puppet for this man and his campaign and he hated himself for it.

“Of course, sir.” John nodded and stood back up, “You have a meeting in thirty minutes and then lunch with the ambassador from the United Kingdom.”

“Yes, yes…” Timothy knew his diary and he turned back to the computer screen. He would need to shave before any of that, he couldn’t let anyone know how stressed he was.

If Timothy had been able to take a step back he would’ve been able to see how ironic it was that this Stress Free Campaign was causing him more stress than he could ever imagine. He wanted to run away, he needed a breather so that he could get his thoughts in order and work out what to do next. All of his grand ambitions to transform the country lay discarded for this stranger’s wishes. He was going to be known as the “Diaper President.”

Timothy walked into his private bathroom and undressed. He looked in the mirror and saw his body naked except for his diaper. The crinkly underwear was rounded out with thick padding that had expanded from several wettings. He pulled on the tapes and let the heavy padding drop to the floor with a splat. He went into the shower and after a long time emerged to finally shave. Timothy knew he was pushing his luck with the time and he was just towel drying his face when there was a knock on the bathroom door.

“I know.” Timothy pre-emptively called out, “I’ll be in there in a minute.”

The footsteps retreated without saying a word though Timothy knew it was almost certainly one of his aides. Having finished his shave he turned to go back into the office. He took one step and immediately felt his foot land in the cold fluffy used diaper. He winced as he pulled his foot away, urine clung to the bottom of his foot and he shivered as he started wiping it all off.

Timothy took a new diaper from the drawer under the sink and unfolded it. He placed it between his legs and then leaned back against the wall to pin it in place. He pulled the front up and over his crotch before taping it closed. As he pushed off from the wall he heard the loud crinkling of the fresh diaper.

The President opened the door of the bathroom a crack to make sure his office was clear and then stepped in to get dressed again. He looked more presentable even if he felt terrible. Once his tie was finally settled in pushed open the door and went to his meeting.

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“Sir, this is ridiculous!” The shouting man at the far end of the table was only the latest to make his protests known, “We’re a laughing stock out there and we are going to be crushed in the mid-terms!”

Timothy kept his head low. The meeting had been going for an hour and nearly the whole time had been taken up by complaints about the diapers and the effects the campaign was having in the polls. Several times people had got up and left the room to come back a few minutes later with blushing faces. Everyone made it a point not to mention each other’s obvious changes.

“Show some respect for the President!” Vice-President John Parlour shouted back in kind. He was practically the only person speaking up for Timothy.

With Timothy slumping over his desk and staying mute his loyal Vice-President had taken up the defence of the Stress Free Campaign. Timothy was extraordinarily thankful to have at least one ally in the cabinet. It felt like the good feelings and congratulations they had offered each other on assuming office had melted away to be replaced by resentment. The honeymoon was well and truly over.

With a barely repressed shudder Timothy breathed out and relaxed his bladder. As the argument raged around him he felt a rush of liquid heading south before his diaper suddenly grew very warm. The heat crept down between his legs and spread out to cover the whole width of the padding. He could almost feel the diaper expanding slowly as he wet himself.

“You know what? I’ve had it with this crap.” A middle-aged woman stood up. There was a notable bulge around the crotch of her pants, “I’m not tying myself to a sinking ship. Here. I quit.”

Timothy flinched as a folder was thrown towards him. It landed on the table and slid until it was right in front of him. He placed a hand on the cover as if he had never seen such a thing before, in truth he was just reeling from the barracking he was receiving. The self-confidence which had characterised Timothy’s political career had completely disappeared.

The woman who had suddenly resigned stood up and walked out. The rest of the cabinet members barely paused their arguing and shouting. Timothy took a deep breath and looked at John who was sitting next to him.

“I’m going to go.” Timothy said simply, “Could you sort all this out?”

“Sir?” John frowned, “You’re nee-”

“Thanks.” Timothy interrupted his Vice-President as he got to his feet and left the room.

As he closed the door behind him and heard the continued tumult in the cabinet room he wondered if anyone had even cared that he had left the meeting. He sighed and went back over to his desk, he considered tabling his own resignation but knew he couldn’t. Instead, he sat down at his desk and checked his computer. He was grateful not to have received any more e-mails from the mysterious caller, he had created a folder for them and had received eight such messages mostly including more blackmailing material.

The sky was growing darker and Timothy felt the desperate urge to run away. He had to find some way to relieve the stress that was building and building into a crescendo. His mind immediately went to one place but he wasn’t sure he could trust it anymore. He hesitated before picking up the phone and dialling a number he knew by heart.

“Hello? Yeah it’s me… I need an appointment.” Timothy nervously rapped his fingers against the desk, “Tonight, nine o’clock? OK. I’ll see you then.”

Timothy put down the phone and took a deep breath. He half-expected people to come crashing into the office with the knowledge of what he was doing but, of course, there was no one listening in on the phone calls. He would just hide in his office until the time came to leave.

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Timothy walked through the hallways nodding at staffers and smiling as if nothing was wrong. He was aware of the secret service staff at various locations and it was those people he had to try to slip past. He walked through towards the back of the building, there was a corridor that was little used by the various officials, it was mainly for the chefs, janitors and other maintenance people. He quickened his step whilst looking over his should in paranoia.

Timothy tried to look nonchalant as he strolled along the corridor. In truth he had never come to this part of the building and he had to guess which way he had to go. He looked at the various doors but none of them had any markings on. He made a mental note to sign a Presidential order to get signs made for the doors. It was ridiculous that he could get lost in what was essentially his house.

“Oh my God! I mean… Sir, it’s an honour to meet you.” A young male voice came from behind Timothy causing him to turn around guiltily.

Timothy turned to see a young man who might’ve still been in college. He was dressed in a white chef’s uniform with a blue neckerchief. He looked incredulous to see the President in this part of the White House, it almost seemed like a lord visiting the slums of his city. He didn’t like this feeling, he was elected on a platform of people being equal.

“Hello. How are you? I have to compliment you and the rest of the staff on the meals you’ve prepared for us. What’s your name?” Timothy mustered up the most sincere smile he could with all the stress he was under.

“Great, Sir, thank you so much! We try our best.” The young chef then paused for a second and then realised he forgot something, “My name is Bill.”

“Bill, that’s great.” Timothy looked around. There were no security guards around, “Could you do me a favour, Bill?”

“A favour?” Bill replied with a frown. It seemed clear he had no idea what he might be able to do for the most powerful man in the world.

“Could you show me the store room where you keep all the food?” Timothy asked.

“Erm, sure…” Bill replied, “Right this way. If you want something prepared I can…”

“No, no, it’s nothing like that.” Timothy cut the young chef off.

Timothy followed the young man down the hallway. He kept looking over his shoulder to make sure no one was coming. The secret service would never let him out on his own, if he wanted to make his appointment and keep things secret he would have to slip out without them knowing. As he followed Bill he realised that the young chef was wearing a diaper, the shape it made his butt was unmistakable. Timothy felt a pang of guilt.

“It’s in here…” Bill hesitated as he unlocked the door and turned on the light, “Is there a complaint or something?”

“Oh no, nothing like that.” Timothy said. He clapped Bill on the back, “Why don’t you head back to the kitchen?”

“Sir, I’m not supposed to leave people in the…” Bill started.

“It’s fine.” Timothy said, “Oh, and it would be a good idea if you don’t tell anyone I was down here.”

With Bill looking at him in confusion Timothy closed the door on the young chef. The President knew he had put Bill in a tough place and he made a mental note to get him a pay rise later. The poor guy wasn’t supposed to leave anyone alone in the stock room, his boss would tell him off if he found out but he couldn’t exactly say no to the President. Talk about a rock and a hard place!

Timothy waited until he heard Bill’s footsteps leave the area before turning around and looking at the room. It was a large space filled with shelves that held all the food a building feeding hundreds of people required. There was a huge walk-in freezer to one side and a similar fridge on the other. It didn’t look unlike a shop, it was dark with only the gentle buzz of electricity breaking the silence. Timothy made his way across the room to a door next to a giant metal shutter.

It was an emergency exit and Timothy pressed on the metal bar to open it. It creaked open and Timothy was hit by a blast of wind from outside. There was a biting chill in the air as the President carefully closed the door behind him and walked outside. The night was silent as Timothy walked quickly down the delivery road towards the checkpoint at the end.

Timothy felt silly trying to sneak out of the White House like this but as he approached the security kiosk he could hear a television set inside. He peeked around the corner to look in the window and saw an elderly security man with his feet up on the desk watching some sports show. Timothy ducked down and almost crawled past the window and out of the White House grounds.

“This seems too easy…” Timothy said as he crossed the street and hurried away. He would definitely have to have a look at security, especially as his ratings plummeted and the public started to get angrier.

The night was relatively quiet and although there were a few vehicles passing by there was almost no pedestrians. Timothy pulled his collar up to hide his face as much as possible as he hurried down the street. He knew exactly where he was going.

The multi-storey car park was just a couple of streets away and Timothy entered it. It was even darker inside as he walked between rows of cars that were all parked here long term. His own vehicle was halfway along the first floor. The President climbed in and had to warm his hands, the car had been left alone for so long it felt like the air inside was somehow stale. He pulled out his key and inserted it into the ignition. It sputtered to life after a couple of attempts, it had been a while since it had been used and didn’t sound too healthy. Despite his need to get away from the White House before it was noticed he was missing he let the engine tick over for a couple of minutes.

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As things continue to get wildly out of control Timothy Martyn struggles to pull his staff together. With plummeting popularity and no sign of things getting better he decides to start investigating.

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Timothy drove the car out of the car park only having to briefly stop as the cameras scanned his number plate and opened up the barrier. With nothing else to stop him he started down the street towards his usual destination for these meetings. It was the first one he had requested in a while but he knew the area by heart.

As Timothy drove he had a lot to think about. He anxiously checked his rear view mirror often, despite his best efforts he knew the secret service security detail were top notch and he wouldn’t have been surprised to see them tailing him. There was no sign of anyone behind him, there were few people around and the streets were very quiet. Despite this Timothy did his best to hide his face whenever he came to a stop just in case someone looked in and recognised him.

When Timothy pulled up at the curb he was satisfied to see there was no one around. The street was a typically suburban with nice houses lining the road. The curtains were drawn in every house except the one the President was now eyeing. He took a deep breath as he nervously fidgeted with his seatbelt. Despite everything there was a part of him that wanted to leave immediately. He had to be here though, he couldn’t go back under the microscope without alleviating some stress. Besides, he had questions to ask. For a few minutes Timothy remained in his car with the engine off, he wanted to be sure there were no official personnel or, even worse, media hanging around.

Timothy stepped out of his car and crossed the road to the house. He reached out to ring the doorbell but the door opened before he touched it. He froze and looked up at the tall woman who was now smiling at him from the doorway, her silhouette from the light behind her made her seem all the more imposing.

“Timmy, I hadn’t expected to hear from you after your victory.” The woman spoke confidently. She leaned against the doorway as she smiled down at the President on the step below the door.

“C-Can I come in?” Timothy said as he looked over his shoulder, “I really don’t want to be seen here.”

“Have we forgotten our manners?” The woman asked, “Does Timmy need some more discipline?”

“Please… Please may I come in?” Timothy was blushing fiercely and despite his position as the most powerful man in the world he felt like he had to ask permission.

“Of course.” The woman replied as she turned her back away from the door, “I assume you’ve already made the payment.”

“I’m… I’m not here for that…” Timothy was almost telling the truth.

Mistress Violet was an experienced domme who Timothy had first seen a decade or so before. She had been an outlet for him emotionally, physically and occasionally sexually whenever Timothy felt like he could get away with seeing her. It wasn’t easy to have these meetings whilst also being a prominent politician.

Violet was tall and usually wore boots to accentuate that fact. She had brown hair and breasts that were barely contained by her soft blue dress and white apron. She wasn’t like most other Mistresses because she focused on one fetish in particular. A fetish that had become much more prominent of late.

Timothy was led into a room that held many memories for him. He looked around at the crib and changing table, the toys and stuffies, the colouring books and pacifiers. He could almost feel himself melting but he had something very important to bring up first. He took a deep breath and forced “Timmy” back into his box.

“Who did you tell about me?” Timothy demanded. His voice was elevated and he willed himself not to look at the diapers under the changing table.

“Who did I tell?” Mistress Violet shook her head, “Nobody, Timmy. It wouldn’t be good for business if I divulged my client’s information. You know you aren’t the only person I get here who would like to keep a low profile.”

Timothy bit his lip as he felt his diaper growing warm again. He didn’t want to wet himself but when in this environment and surrounded by all this babyish furniture it felt like second nature, he couldn’t stop himself. How he wanted to let go of his stress and drop down on to his hands and knees. But he couldn’t, not yet.

“I love your campaign by the way.” Mistress Violet let out a chuckle, “Business is booming and of course you know I never needed an excuse.”

Timothy watched as Violet turned around and patted her rear end. He heard the crinkle and knew she was wearing a diaper just like him. She often did wear during sessions, a lot of clients very much liked that she enjoyed what they were in to. Timothy certainly liked it.

“The photos you took of me...” Timothy swallowed and tried to tear his eyes away from Violet’s perfectly shaped rear end, “You told me you deleted them after sending them to me.”

“I did.” Violet replied, “I always delete them.”

“Then how come…” Timothy looked down at the floor and took a deep breath. He was so tense, it felt like his muscles would tear themselves from how contracted they were.

“What’s the matter, baby?” Violet asked as she took a step forward and put her hand on Timothy’s shoulder, “Do you need a diaper change?”

Timothy innately trusted Violet. The woman had done so much to and for him and had never divulged his secrets in the many years he had visited her, now even when he was sure she could make a pretty penny selling her story to the sleazier newspapers. He didn’t know how else the photos could get to the mystery person who was blackmailing him but surely it couldn’t be his Mistress Violet. She was so caring for him, he needed to be cared for at that moment. He needed to let everything melt away for a few hours.

“Yes, Mistress.” Timothy finally said quietly. He could almost feel his adult side melting away and dripping into his diaper, “Timmy wet his diapie.”

“That’s OK, sweetie.” Violet wrapped her arms around Timothy and embraced him like a mother, “Let Mistress take care of everything.”

Timothy let out a deep breath as he leaned into the large bosom of Violet. He closed his eyes and felt like he could’ve collapsed as he let adulthood slip away. He wasn’t the President anymore, now he was a little baby who needed looking after. He needed his Mistress to tell him what to do so he could turn his brain off and be the baby he was meant to be. To hell with the blackmail, the campaigns, the internal politics and the plummeting polls; all that mattered now was the nursery.

“How about we give you a baba before your change?” Mistress Violet said softly, “Would the baby like that? A little bottle of milk for the little baby?”

Timothy gave a shy smile and nodded his head. He’d seen people online talk about “little headspace” and it seemed like he slipped into it as soon as he was in Mistress Violet’s presence. He felt like he could spend every hour of every day in this nursery and never get bored. A part of him wanted to do just that, to forget his problems and regress to a baby.

“Let’s get you out of those yucky adult clothes first.” Mistress Violet said.

Violet didn’t wait for Timothy to nod his head before she started to take off his coat. His jacket and tie soon followed and by the time his shirt was off and his pants were pulled down he was like putty in his Mistress’s hands. Soon he was down to his diaper and nothing else.

“Just wait here whilst I get you some milkies.” Mistress Violet said, “Why don’t you play with your toys till Mistress gets back?”

Timothy dropped down to his hands and knees without hesitation. He crawled over to the toy cars he loved and put two down on the carpet to have a race. He had his padded butt high in the air and didn’t care that Violet could see how wet he was. He barely even noticed as the Mistress left the room and then returned a few minutes later. He was entranced by the perfect image of babyhood that surrounded him.

“OK, Timmy, crawl over here for me.” Violet said in a sing-song voice. She sat on a large rocking chair in the corner of the room.

Timothy crawled over with a plethora of crinkles. He had a big smile on his red face as he reached Violet and clambered on to the rocking chair. Timothy wasn’t a large guy and he could comfortably sit on Violet’s lap. The rocking chair had been specifically built for adult babies and as it started rolling back and forth Timothy rested his head against the Mistress. The reasons he had come here in the first place lay discarded like his clothes as he snuggled into the tall Mistress.

“Here comes the airplane!” Violet said as she turned the bottle sideways and brought it close to Timothy’s mouth.

Timothy opened up and felt the latex teat rub against his lips on the way in. He smiled as Violet praised him and he started sucking. For his fledgling efforts he was rewarded with very sweet milk. He was in heaven as he looked up at Violet.

“What a good boy you are for me.” Violet said softly, “Bringing me all this business and then drinking your bottle like a hungry little infant.”

Timothy sighed again and snuggled into the caregiver. He was gently rocked and sung to as he drank his bottle. He could’ve stayed in that position forever and was indeed so relaxed that he started wetting himself even as he drank. Violet had placed one hand between his legs and must’ve felt the warming, she gave him a knowing smile and ever so lightly patted the plastic disposable.

“What a wet little boy Timmy is.” Violet said. Her smile and warm voice made it clear she wasn’t upset, “A leaky little baby.”

Timothy felt air coming through the bottle when he finished the last of the milk and Violet helped him to the ground soon afterwards. She walked over to the changing table and patted the padded top. Timothy looked up at her and scampered across the carpet on his hands and knees. When he reached the table he climbed to his feet and hopped up. He laid back and looked at the ceiling. Violet had put dinosaur stickers on the ceiling and Timothy smiled up at them as he felt the tapes of his diaper get pulled from the front.

“At least this is easier to change than some of your other diapers!” Violet gently teased.

Timothy flushed red and hid his face. It wasn’t unknown for him to poop his diaper whilst with his Mistress. He became a complete baby with her.

The front of the diaper was lowered and Timothy was exposed to the domineering woman. She said nothing as she picked up a handful of wipes and got to work. Timothy felt himself getting excited but that was a normal occurrence when getting his diaper changed and his Mistress said nothing about it, she just made sure he was fully clean.

The diaper was slid out from underneath Timothy and a new one slipped under. Timothy felt the warm and fluffy padding of a new disposable against his skin and squirmed into it a little. Baby powder was showered over his crotch tickling the adult baby and causing him to giggle. Violet rubbed it in and then pulled the front of the new diaper up and taped it closed.

“All better?” Violet asked as she stepped back and helped Timothy off the table.

Timothy nodded his head and then, without really thinking, he lunged forwards and hugged Mistress Violet tightly. He knew this was a business for her, that he paid her for this treatment, but she was such a special person to him. Violet’s care giving was better and more relaxing than any drug and Timothy wanted her to know how much he appreciated it.

“Let’s get you dressed properly and then you can come play downstairs, OK?” Mistress Violet said when Timothy finally let her go.

Timothy was dressed in a white onesie with denim shortalls over the top. It was his favourite outfit to wear when in the nursery because it really accentuated his padded butt and made him feel very small. He had a blue pacifier pushed into his mouth before Violet led him downstairs by the hand. No doubt he would be missed but he wouldn’t have left Mistress Violet’s side that night even if the secret service smashed down the door and tried to drag him away.

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I suspect it is Violet herself blackmailing him in order to grow her clientele.

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Liam's life hasn't got any better. In fact it is significantly worse.

His father has done a startling bit of DIY which really rams home how permanent this new life is for Liam. Then when he thinks he can't get any lower he receives a guest right at the worst possible moment...

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The Jones Family

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Liam stared at the small hole in the bathroom and felt himself seething. He clenched his fists as he fought the urge to rip the diaper straight off. He had only just been changed by his mother after putting it off as long as possible. His underwear had been soaked and it was only the threat of leaking that had forced him to utter the most humiliating question of his life.

“Mommy, could you change my diaper?” Liam would never forget those words. It was like they were seared on to his skin.

It was as Liam stared up at the ceiling and tried to imagine he was in a normal family that he heard the words that led him to now being stood in the bathroom. He had just jumped when the cold wet wipes touched his skin when he looked scornfully at his mother. She was apparently oblivious to his silent protestations. It wasn’t his first change from his parents but it was just as humiliating as each of the others.

“How long have you been in these now?” Evie asked, “Four days?”

Liam shrugged. He knew that this was the fourth day but he didn’t want to talk about the diapers, he didn’t want to acknowledge they were even there. It was impossible to forget of course, the only time he had some time out of the disposables was when he was in the shower. He felt the new diaper getting pulled up between his legs and he sighed in frustrated exasperation.

“You haven’t pooped.” Evie said casually.

Liam sputtered and coughed. He had nearly choked on his saliva at the casualness the statement had been delivered with. He looked up at his mom with wide eyes. Of course he hadn’t pooped, he wasn’t allowed to use the toilet and anything else was unthinkable. He had resolved to simply hold it all in until his mom saw how ridiculous this all was. He would never crap again if that’s what it took!

“It’s not healthy to hold it in.” Evie tutted, “You’re the only one here who hasn’t.”

“That’s so gross.” Liam thought he might actually vomit at the mental picture of his parents filling their diapers.

“I’ll get some laxatives.” Evie said as she placed the tapes on to the front of the padding, “Or maybe an enema.”

“No!” Liam sat up suddenly. The last tape of his diaper hadn’t been placed and hung loosely off to the side, “I don’t need any of that… I just need to use the toilet. Can’t I just use the bathroom for that even if I wear these things for everything else?”

It was a sad offer of a compromise but Liam had no cards to play. After four days he had grown somewhat used to the feeling of his own urine on his skin. If he had to accept diapers and wetting himself just to avoid having to poop himself then so be it.

“Baby, the “Stress Free Living Campaign Handbook” says diapers have to be used exclusively to be any use.” Evie reached down and pulled the tape tight and closed it, “Besides it’s not exactly a choice you could have even if I was inclined to agree.”

“What do you mean?” Liam asked with a hesitant frown.

“I mean that whilst you were at work yesterday your father was doing some DIY.” Evie smiled.

That had led Liam to where he currently stood. The toilet was simply gone, removed whilst he had been out. Now there was just a small hole where the pipes had previously connected. No doubt his family knew he usually came home from work exhausted and went straight to his bedroom and took the opportunity to do this. His stomach felt like it dropped as the seriousness of the situation seemed to weigh heavily on him anew. His parents really did intend this to be permanent and Liam could do nothing about it until he moved out, a prospect that seemed incredibly unlikely.

“If you haven’t pooped by this evening I’ll get something to help unblock you.” Evie had come into the bathroom behind her son.

Liam tensed up as he felt her hand pat his butt a couple of times before she left the room. After several minutes of numb shock Liam returned to his room and laid down on the bed, he curled up into a ball and felt like he could just burst into tears. How had things reached this point?

The previous night had been Liam’s first shift in diapers. When he walked by Vinny he had seen his boss nearly fall off his seat. At first Vinny had made fun of him and kept bombarding with questions until he suddenly realised there had been an opportunity to be had.

“If anyone comes in and looks like they are interested in the diapers I want you to go over and help them!” Vinny nodded as if confirming to himself what a good idea this was, “Yeah, yeah… and you can tell them you’re wearing one and advise them. This’ll be great for sales!”

“I can’t do that…” Liam implored desperately, “Please, this is bad enough don’t make me do that.”

“You’ll be fine, kiddo.” Vinny simply replied as he slapped Liam on the back.

That shift was mortifying for Liam. Any time someone came in to the store and so much as glanced at the diapers Vinny would prod him and send him over. It killed him to act like the diapers were great and to reveal he was wearing one just to get a few extra bucks for the owner of the store. Halfway through his shift he considered quitting but that would just leave him at home more which was hardly an improvement.

Annoyingly to Liam it seemed Vinny’s store had been put on the map somewhat by the diapers. It now seemed like diapers and their related products took up half the store. A special display of the “Stress Free Living Campaign Handbook” was especially popular. His own mother had a copy and referred to it as if it was a bible.

Liam had been so exhausted by the time he got home he had gone straight up to bed. He fell asleep on top of the sheets and felt dead to the world until he heard the sounds of tape being pulled off something. It took his mind a few seconds to realise the sound had been coming from him. His eyes opened just as the front of his diaper was lowered and his crotch was exposed.

“I’m just making sure you won’t leak in bed.” Evie had said softly, “Just go back to sleep.”

Back in the present Liam curled up into the fetal position on his bed. The embarrassments and humiliations seemed to never end. The thought of his mom or dad bringing him a laxative made him shiver. He knew what he had to do to prevent being medicated but the thought revolted him. He felt hopelessly trapped and all roads led to a disgusting diaper.

After twenty minutes Liam got up and went to his computer. He logged on to social media hoping to forget about his own situation for a few minutes. He scrolled down his timeline and everything seemed to be fine until he reached an argument between two family friends he barely knew over the benefits of diapers. Liam tried to scroll past it as quickly as possible only to see a friend he had known at school posting a derogatory meme about people wearing diapers.

In a fit of frustration Liam closed the window and grabbed his hair. He thought he would pull his own scalp off for a few seconds until he calmed enough to let go. It felt like there was nowhere he could go to avoid this hell, it was literally invading every facet of his life. He angrily turned off his computer and stood up.

Liam knew what he had to do but he was desperately trying to put it off as long as possible. He couldn’t allow his parents to give him an enema or anything similar, the shame would be unbearable, he had to go naturally and get it over with. He could’ve cried as he closed his eyes and prepared himself. At least if he chose to do it there would be some measure of control, something that would be quickly lost if his parents decided to help him along.

“Umm…” Liam opened his eyes again. He suddenly realised he had no real idea about how to go about this. Standing up and doing it didn’t seem particularly easy.

Liam thought about Alicia and what she did when she had to go number two. He remembered how she would leave the room or hide behind some furniture, she would squat down and then hold that position until she was done. Liam felt ashamed as he started to mimic his baby sister’s behaviour.

Liam went to the far side of his bed so that he was hidden from the door. He bent his knees and lowered himself down until his shoulders were level in height with the mattress. He placed his arms on the bed and tried to force himself to bear down as if he was on the toilet. It felt so alien to be doing this when he could still feel that he could feel underwear of any type on him.

There were several false starts as he nearly reached the point where he would soil himself before losing his nerve and clenching again. His bowels rumbled and cramped slightly, upset about being teased with release like this. He knew he could do it physically but mentally and emotionally it felt like a step too far. He hit the mattress with his clenched fist as he tried to psyche himself up to doing the deed. He felt so incredibly embarrassed.

“Three… Two…” Liam took a deep breath. This would be it, “One…”

Liam pushed down. He felt the point that usually made him stop but he forced himself to continue. He was reaching the point of no return, his hole opened as a turd pushed to the exit. Liam’s face went red as he took another deep breath. He moved his feet further apart and squatted down a few more inches. This was it…

The doorbell downstairs suddenly rang through the house and Liam tensed up as he jumped in surprise. He listened tensely as he heard footsteps go to the door. He hoped whoever it was would leave straight away, he really didn’t need an audience for what was about to happen. The poop that had pushed open his hole was still sitting there and his body seemed to be desperate to push it out and finish its business. Liam felt like he could barely move.

“Oh, Adam, come on in. Liam’s upstairs.” Charlie’s dad boomed just loud enough for Liam to hear.

“Oh no… No, no, no…” Liam felt adrenaline flood his system as he looked around wildly. It was one of his best friends from when he had gone to school, someone he hadn’t spoken to in a while. Why, oh why, did he choose right now to come visit!?

Liam wasn’t wearing pants. He hadn’t put any on after his last change such was his rush to the bathroom to see the lack of toilet. Worse than that was how he was suspended halfway to soiling himself, the poop was poking the padding of the diaper and holding his hole open. His body had been wanting to let go for ages and now it was loudly complaining that Liam wasn’t pushing down and emptying himself.

Footsteps on the stairs let Liam know he was running out of time but there was nothing he could do to defend himself from the incoming reveal. His puffy diaper was hard to hide at the best of times yet alone in a rush. He hurried over to the closet and pulled out the first pair of pants he could find. He tried to put them on as fast as he could but only ended up putting both legs into the same hole. As a floorboard creaked right outside the door he toppled forwards and fell face down and bent over the bed.

“Hey, Liam is your dad wearing…” Adam’s voice trailed off as the door swung open.

Liam was mortified. As his friend walked into his bedroom he was left trapped and sticking his big padded rear end out at him obscenely. His tummy cramped and it took every inch of his strength to stop himself pooping. He was looking away from Adam as he blushed redder and redder.

“W-What’s going on?” Adam’s voice betrayed how stunned he was.

Liam slowly pushed himself back up to his feet. His tummy cramped again and he winced. The cramps were coming thick and fast now, his bowels were not to be denied their relief for too much longer. Adam’s face showed just how disgusted he was to find Liam like this.

“I… I…” Liam’s brain was coming up with a thousand different things to say but all of them were getting lost on the way to his mouth.

“Don’t tell me you’ve bought in to all that diaper stuff.” Adam was backing away from Liam now, “I can’t believe this.”

The panic flowing through Liam was making him unable to stand still. His legs were shaking and he felt like he wanted to run even if there was nowhere to go. He couldn’t even reply to Adam and deny what he was seeing. The cramping grew until the pain became unbearable. Liam silently begged through eyes filled with tears for his friend to leave.

Finally the dam burst. With a shudder that shook him to his very soul Liam bent his knees and lowered himself down. He assumed the squatting position of a small child and looked up at Liam pleadingly. He didn’t know what he was pleading for from his shocked friend, maybe it was just for him to leave and save what little remained of his dignity.

Liam felt the log that had half-exited his body finally surge all the way out. The sticky brown lump pushed the diaper out before bending and smearing. Liam could feel the thick mess spreading out and over his cheeks. He barely had time to recover from that first push before even more arrived.

The turds pushed out one after the other without pause. All the waste Liam had been holding inside for days finally had an outlet and it was like a Black Friday sale as they all stampeded to get into the diaper. The diaper crinkled ever so slightly as the padding expanded until the front was pulled tight. He felt like he had an anchor tied to his butt.

“Ugh… Ugh…” Liam grunted repeatedly as he pushed down again.

The poop got softer but Liam still felt more coming. As the turds settled between Liam’s legs he pushed again and felt smaller and easier to pass crap flooding into his underpants. It hit the back of the padding and expanded both horizontally and vertically. Liam could feel poop creeping up towards his lower back and pushing out the leg bands. He became suddenly terrified that the diaper would lose containment.

“I can’t believe you’re doing this!” Adam gasped, “Are you some sick freak who gets off on this?”

Liam wanted to say no but even as he opened his eyes to look at his friend he felt even more excrement working it’s way towards his sphincter. He was a slave to his body’s need to push.

Liam lowered himself a little more and let out a loud grunt. Almost simultaneously he farted loudly, the vibrations travelling through his poop-filled disposable and dislodging air bubbles that tickled his skin. The fart turned into a quiet crackling sound as the gas was replaced by something much more solid.

By this point the poop was struggling to find anywhere to go. The rear of Liam’s diaper felt entirely solid and filled and yet more was coming. The poop already nestled in his diaper was displaced and Liam felt it creeping around towards the front of the diaper. He shuddered again as he felt the stinky mess touch his genitals.

It seemed like the ordeal was finally over. Liam was panting a little as he opened his eyes properly. He became belatedly aware of the tears that had made their way down his cheeks. He could see Adam gaping at him as if he was a sideshow freak. For some reason, despite the horror he had just experienced he felt it was most important for Adam to understand that this wasn’t his choice. After the scene Liam had just made it felt like Liam had to try and salvage something from his friend.

“I didn’t want to do it!” Liam’s shaky voice cracked, “I don’t like it!”

Adam stared back blankly. He stepped forwards tentatively as if frightened he might catch something from the still crouching Liam. Liam stayed where he was as his friend came right up beside him.

“What are yo-… Ugh.” Liam grunted in surprise as he suddenly felt pressure pushing against his diaper.

Liam looked to his side to see Adam prodding the bulging rear of the diaper. As he put more pressure against the plastic Liam could feel the crap inside getting squeezed and moving to cover more of the diaper area. Despite his obvious disgust it was clear Adam was also curious about what he had witnessed, no doubt he hadn’t seen a diaper wearing adult before.

“I never thought you’d be one of the nutcases taking part in this madness.” Adam’s voice was quieter now.

“I didn’t choose to…” Liam winced as he spoke. Adam was still pressing against the padding.

“I can’t wait to tell everyone.” Adam continued, “I think you’re the only person from our old class doing this stuff. Even Jane thinks this is crazy and she should know, she is mad herself with all her crystals and shit.”

“Please don’t tell anyone.” Liam whined. He was just about ready to do anything to keep this secret. Sure he had finished school already but that was beside the point, he still lived in the town and could bump into anyone of his old classmates at any time.

“Don’t tell anyone?” Adam laughed and spanked the poopy mass, “You think you can keep this quiet?”

As the spank hit the back of his disposable underwear Liam felt the contents splat. He was fairly sure Adam’s curious ministrations had ensured he was covered completely. Adam was right, Liam had no hope of keeping this all a secret to the town. He would be wetting himself and pooping his pants wherever and whenever, the idea that no one he knew would find out was ludicrous and yet delaying the inevitable seemed like all Liam had left.

“Besides, your mom’s been sharing everything that’s been going on anyway.” Adam smiled as he pulled back. His hand was clean but he still wiped it against Liam’s shirt, “My mom told me and I had a look. She never outright said you were wearing too but I see the whole family’s bought in to this.”

Liam hung his head. He should’ve known his mom would be blabbing about this all over the internet, it was where most information about the Stress Free Campaign was shared after all. His legs were starting to burn so he finally straightened up. He was fairly certain he had never pooped like this in his life, he hadn’t gone number two in several days and it showed in the mess he had left in his diaper.

“It’s why I came to visit.” Adam said as he slowly backed up towards the door. It was clear from his expression that the smell was spreading, “I thought we could have a laugh about it but…”

Liam watched as Adam shrugged and gestured towards him. Liam sniffed and wiped his eyes. How he wished he lived in an alternate reality where he and Adam were sitting at the computer and laughing at the freaks together. He ducked his head in defeat. This was his life now, the one to be laughed at rather than doing the laughing.

“Well, I’ll be seeing you later.” Adam said as he turned towards the door. He turned and looked Liam up and down, “Or maybe not…”

“Wait…” Liam finally found his voice and Adam turned to look at him again. Liam swallowed hard and with shame threatening to drown him he continued, “Could you ask my Mom to come change me?”

Adam’s response was shock followed by a disgusted and disbelieving shake of the head before finally simply laughing and leaving the room. Liam was left feeling like he was at rock bottom. He’d never been so humiliated in his life. He wanted a change more than anything in the world right then. The mass in his underpants was equally heavy and disgusting, he could feel it sagging low on his thighs forcing the tapes to do a seemingly heroic job of holding on. The thought of facing his family like this was too much to bear.

There was noise throughout the house but when Liam’s bedroom door opened again he was taken by surprise. This time it was his mom and despite all she had done to the family he was glad to see her.

“Your little friend told me you needed a change.” Evie said. She stopped and sniffed the air before smiling widely, “Oooh, smells like someone is finally unblocked!”

Liam just wanted this over with. He started to walk towards his bedroom door with the expectation of heading to the shower. He felt his ass waddle as it rubbed and slipped in the mess it was pressed against.

“Where are you going?” Evie asked.

“To the shower.” Liam replied, “I really need one.”

“Nonsense. I’ve changed messy diapers before and I’m sure I’ll be changing a lot more in the future. Come on, get on the bed.” Evie gave Liam a small push in the chest.

Whether it was because Liam wasn’t expecting the push or the weight now sat in his diaper he lost his balance. He took a step back and his feet hit the bottom of the bed, he couldn’t stop himself falling backwards and landed square on his butt. Whatever parts of his diaper area that hadn’t been covered in faeces were now splashed with the poop which spread over every inch of him.

Liam groaned as his face went as red as a London bus. He covered his face and sobbed as Evie pulled at the tapes of his diaper. When the front of the padding was lowered the smell became a thousand times worse and he could tell from his mom’s tutting that the damage was extensive. Liam himself couldn’t bear to look and kept his face covered throughout the lengthy change that followed.

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Ashley knew this day was coming from the first time she wore a diaper and wasn't disgusted. Her business as an influencer as taken off and it is only a matter of time before her boyfriend, Nick, finds out what's been going on. To get ahead of things she has decided that she has to tell him the truth.

Whilst she waits for her boyfriend to come home she can only wonder how her boyfriend will react to the news and pray that it doesn't mean an end to their relationship.

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Ashley turned her camera off with a smile. Her diaper crinkled underneath her pink tutu, she had just been doing a silly little dance for her followers. She pulled out her phone and looked at the analytics. The numbers were skyrocketing. Ashley had gone from one of a million second-rate influencers to someone in the top twenty. It really couldn’t be overstated how much good had come from this.

After struggling for so long to get small sponsors she now found herself inundated with all sorts of offers. She found herself actually turning down companies, something that would’ve been unthinkable before her big break. Along with the increased exposure came an increased income, the financial freedom was liberating.

“Ah…” Ashley let out a little sigh as she relaxed and wet her diaper. The diaper warmed delightfully sending tingles of pleasure up and down her body.

There was a downside to everything though. Ashley had discovered she loved the Stress Free Campaign, she loved diapers and she loved all the “little” stuff that came with it. She enjoyed her pacifier, her bottle, and her cute clothes. She played with her toys and babbled mindlessly to herself. It felt like it was taking over her life, something she wasn’t necessarily against but keeping it from Nick was getting difficult.

More than once he had nearly caught her out. The ever-increasing amount of childish stuff was quickly getting difficult to hide even in their more than modest house. She even had to explain away why she wasn’t asking for money from him as much. It was stressful which was rather ironic. She didn’t know how to explain it though, how do you tell someone you love that you are into something so out of the norm?

Ashley couldn’t hide it forever though. People were making her one of the faces of the rapidly growing Stress Free Campaign and she was getting calls from the media, there was simply no way to keep this quiet. She would have to tell Nick soon, maybe even that very day. The thought gave her butterflies in her tummy from anxiety.

As Ashley put away her camera and boxed up all her toys she heard her phone ring. She crinkled over to the couch and sat down as she looked at the screen. It was her manager, Denise.

“Ashley! How is my favourite influencer?” Denise asked before Ashley could say anything. Her voice boomed with a loud enthusiasm honed from years in the business.

“I’m good. My numbers are actu-” Ashley started.

“Great, great…” Denise interrupted. Ashley was used to this by now so she just rolled her eyes as she palmed the front of her warm disposable.

“I just wanted to let you know we’ve, that is to say you’ve, been offered an appearance on The Justin Gosling Show in two days.” Denise talked quickly, “They want you in full baby gear to talk about the campaign and the book you’ve got coming out.”

This was all a lot to take in for Ashley and her mouth hung open as she tried to collect her thoughts. The Justin Gosling Show was a huge daytime television chat show, it had millions of people tuning in to it and to appear on there would be a massive deal. An appearance on a show like that would put her into the stratosphere career-wise. She could gain so much from the appearance that it wasn’t a question about whether she would do it just the logistics of where and when. Before Ashley could agree to anything there was one immediate question that sprung to her mind.

“I have a book?” Ashley asked with a frown, “I don’t remember writing one.”

“You do!” Denise replied cheerily, “It’s written by some guy but we slapped your name and face on it. We expect huge sales and you’ll be getting a healthy cut of that of course.”

“Right…” Ashley felt like it was dishonest to say she had written something when she hadn’t but she really didn’t want to derail the chance of a lifetime, “I would love to appear on the show. When wi-”

“Great!” Denise interrupted again, “I’ll send you the details within an hour. Keep up the good work!”

Ashley didn’t even try to say goodbye. Her manager had hung up before the final word had even fully formed. Ashley put her phone down and knew that this phone call and opportunity was basically as close to a sign from destiny that you could get. It was time to tell Nick everything.

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The evening was set up perfectly. Ashley had made the table for an intimate romantic dinner. Candles flickered in the relative darkness and champagne was sat in an ice bucket. The food was just as fancy, she had tried a new recipe, and she was dressed in her best clothes. The only aberration in her outfit was her underwear. She was wearing one of her diapers.

Ashley was stood in the kitchen and looking over everything to make sure it was all just right. She felt very nervous but was also resolute that she had to do this. If she didn’t talk to Nick about it now it would only get harder in the future. Her heart was beating fast and she poured herself a pre-dinner glass of red wine to try and calm her nerves a little bit.

The sound of a key turning in the lock made Ashley take a deep breath. She finished off her glass and placed it on the table. The food was ready to be served as soon as Nick came to sit down.

“Hello?” Nick called out. The sound of his coat coming off and hanging on the hook came down the hallway to the dining room.

“I’m in here.” Ashley called out. Her voice quavered slightly, “I… I made us a special meal.”

Footsteps came closer and Ashley let out a quick smile as Nick walked in. He looked at the table and the candles with suspicion. It was clear his mind was racing through thoughts of what might cause such a romantic meal. Ashley wanted to get the food but it suddenly felt harder to move, she was very nervous about crinkling.

“Is everything alright?” Nick asked as he looked around with a frown.

“Yes, everything’s fine.” Ashley replied, “But I do have something to discuss over dinner.”

“Is it OK if I get changed out of my work clothes first?” Nick asked. He didn’t seem entirely relaxed.

“Sure.” Ashley smiled, “I’ll quickly serve the food.”

“Cool.” Nick turned to leave but stopped just before going back into the hallway. He turned around looking just as anxious as Ashley felt, “You’re not pregnant, are you?”

“No.” Ashley laughed despite the tension she felt. She wasn’t even sure what caused such a reaction but it suddenly seemed very funny to her.

Nick smiled again and this time did leave the room. A few seconds later Ashley heard his heavy footsteps practically running up the stairs. She pushed her seat back and reached a hand under her skirt. Her diaper’s warmth bloomed between her thighs. Despite the diapers causing her anxiety they also felt reassuring. She got to her feet and looked out to the doorway Nick had disappeared through.

“There might be a new baby though…” Ashley muttered.

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“So what did you want to talk about?” Nick asked.

Ashley and Nick were halfway through their meals and although they had engaged in a bunch of idle chat neither had broached the important subject. Ashley swallowed her mouthful and then washed it down with some champagne. She dabbed at her mouth with a napkin and looked up at her boyfriend. This was the man she wanted to marry, he would have to know about this sooner or later.

“Well, my career has been going well recently.” Ashley started, “Really well, in fact.”

“That’s great!” Nick smiled.

“Yeah…” Ashley shifted in her seat. The comforting feeling of thick diapers gave her the confidence to continue, “I tried out this… niche lifestyle. It turns out I like it. A lot.”

“Uh huh.” Nick’s smile lessened somewhat but he was still engaged. That was a good start for Ashley.

“OK, here goes…” Ashley said to herself as much as her boyfriend. She took a deep breath and spoke at lightning speed, “I-was-sponsored-to-wear-diapers-and-act-like-a-baby-for-my-audience-and-I-really-like-it-and-want-to-do-it-more!”

Ashley took in a sharp breath and dared to slowly look up from her plate at Nick. She couldn’t immediately tell what Nick’s reaction was, he was still chewing some food and his face didn’t seem any different to before she spoke. The silence lasted only a few seconds but they seemed to stretch on forever in Ashley’s mind.

“Is that all?” Nick said after he swallowed his food, “I thought it was something serious!”

Ashley’s mouth dropped open. She didn’t know for sure what she had expected but it was certainly more of a reaction than this. She had expected questions, she thought she would have to explain herself or justify her inclinations.

“You… I…” Ashley didn’t know what to say. She stuttered as her mind worked furiously to make sense of everything. Suddenly something clicked, “You’ve been looking at my photos!”

“Of course I have!” Nick chuckled, “Though I have to admit I was quite surprised when some of my employees started asking about it. I was wondering when you were going to bring it up.”

“I didn’t think you looked at my stuff…” Ashley said quietly. Her face was going incredibly red.

“Well, no offence darling, but usually I only check that stuff every now and then.” Nick admitted, “But I’m not a totally awful boyfriend and those diapers and toys wasn’t easy to miss.”

Ashley put her knife and fork down so she could cover her face with her hands. The tension had broken and been replaced by an outpouring of emotion. She felt relief, happiness and a dozen other feelings that came on too strong and suddenly to be properly named. She couldn’t help but laugh at herself and the situation.

“I’m sorry.” Ashley said as she wiped the tears out of her eyes, “I’ve been so worried about you finding out. I should’ve told you sooner.”

“Don’t worry about it.” Nick leaned forwards and covered one of Ashley’s hands with his own, “In truth I find it kind of hot.”

“You… You do!?” Ashley tensed suddenly. She felt a tingle coming from beneath her diaper.

“Yeah, I think I could get into the Daddy-Baby stuff.” Nick smiled as he saw Ashley shyly look away, “Don’t tell me you haven’t looked at some of that stuff.”

Ashley couldn’t deny what her boyfriend was saying. As soon as she found out that the diapers were sexually stimulating she had gone online to search for others who felt similarly. She had found thousands of people into playing adult baby and care giver, she had never thought Nick would know about this stuff let alone suggest he might be into it.

“I don’t know what to say.” Ashley said quietly, “I think I had a thousand different scenarios planned in my head and none of them went like this.”

Nick put down his own cutlery and walked around the table. He gestured for Ashley to stand up and when she did so he wrapped his arms around her. Ashley gripped Nick hard and buried her head into his chest. She had expected telling her boyfriend to lift a huge weight from her shoulders but instead she felt confused.

Ashley gasped as Nick’s hand slid down her back to her padded ass. She shivered a little as the hand lingered for a second. She pulled herself closer to her boyfriend as he squeezed slightly. She whimpered slightly, she could feel her husband’s cock stiffening rapidly in his pants.

“I see you dressed up for Daddy.” Nick whispered.

Ashley’s cheeks somehow blushed even more as she ducked her head down into Nick’s chest. She felt her boyfriend’s hands further explore her padded rear. Nick’s fingers kneaded and pinched the diaper and Ashley moved her feet further apart, almost immediately Nick’s hand started exploring even further. It wrapped between Ashley’s legs and pressed up on the wet area.

“Ah…” Ashley let out a little involuntary moan of pleasure as the soft padding rubbed against her sensitive lips.

Ashley giggled at her own noise and when she heard Nick laugh as well she playfully pouted up at him. Her personality had already been a little childish and her current underwear seemed to accentuate that. As she looked up Nick leaned down and kissed her, his tongue licking around her lips and dipping into her mouth. All the while he was still massaging the wet part of the diaper.

“Feels like you need a change…” Nick muttered into her ear.

Ashley gasped and felt a shiver of pleasure run through her body. She had never felt hornier as she nodded her head and bit her lip. Nick released her from his groping and then took her hand. She followed him down the hallway crinkling heavily with every step. She could feel her juices already flowing as they went up the stairs together and into the bedroom.

No sooner had Nick let go of her hand than Ashley pounced on her boyfriend. Nick fell backwards on to the bed with Ashley on top of him as she leaned down and kissed him passionately. Nick grabbed both of her arms and rolled her over so he was on top. He was smiling down at her dominantly.

“Silly girl.” Nick smiled playfully, “You know you have to be on your back to get changed.”

“Yes, D-D-Daddy…” Ashley wasn’t prepared for how strange those words would sound. She mumbled in embarrassment and blushed brightly.

“Ooh, I like that.” Nick replied. His voice was very guttural.

Ashley saw Nick suddenly dive down as he started eagerly kissing her neck. She bit her lip and moaned slightly as she felt him pin her down. She loved the way he was taking control, she wanted him to dominate her!

As Nick kissed and lightly bit Ashley’s neck one of his hands rested on her left breast. Ashley felt her body tingle as she lifted her chest up hoping for more contact. Nick’s free hand travelled down her body and under her dress. As the diaper was pressed against her crotch she let out a whimper straight into Nick’s ear.

“Does this feel nice?” Nick asked as he massaged the front of the padding.

Ashley quickly nodded her head repeatedly causing Nick to laugh at her enthusiasm. She could feel dampness that definitely wasn’t from her wetting. Ashley was barely getting any actual contact from her boyfriend and yet it felt like her nerves were burning with desire. Her breathing laboured with passion, she was completely unable to keep her composure under such contact.

“Firstly I have to check to see if you’re…” Nick lingered on the last word. He leaned up and whispered it into Ashley’s ear, “Wet.”

Ashley gasped. The words alone were pushing her to the edge. She had never been so turned on. More than anything she needed Nick to take her, she needed him inside her, to feel his warmth. Nick was making her wait for it and it was driving her wild.

Ashley watched Nick slide down to the edge of the bed. She craved his touch and being deprived of it felt like torture. Ashley felt one of her leg bands being pulled away from her skin before the four fingers of Nick’s right hand slipped inside. She was already so wet and ready that Nick’s fingers seemed to slip right into her. As she arched her back she felt Nick’s thumb enter her warm diaper area. It was soon pressing right on her clit.

“Oh… God…” Ashley moaned loudly and grabbed the covers with her hands.

“Definitely in need of a change.” Nick teased as he circled Ashley’s clitoris.

“Please, Daddy…” Ashley bit her lip as she looked down at Nick.

Ashley’s head hit the mattress again as she heard the tapes being pulled off the front of the diaper. She practically shook with anticipation and the very air itself seemed to send a shiver of pleasure through her body as the front was lowered.

“Where’s the baby wipes?” Nick asked. He hadn’t taken his fingers out of Ashley.

“Under… Under the bed.” Ashley gasped. She wanted to be used as a puppet by Nick. She felt like she needed him deeper inside her.

After a little rummaging and the sound of plastic packaging shifting around Nick appeared with an open container in one hand and some wipes in the other. Ashley jumped and yelped slightly as the wet wipes brushed her skin.

“Are you alright?” Nick asked quickly. He looked slightly concerned he had hurt Ashley.

“Cold!” Ashley replied as she squirmed.

Nick was very attentive as he slowly rubbed Ashley’s crotch. Ashley had been worried that Nick would be suddenly turned off when he saw the reality of a wet diaper but he showed no sign of disgust. Ashley writhed a little on the bed as he paid particularly close attention to her pussy. It felt like every swipe across her lips sent an electric spark deep into her body. When he finally pulled the wipes away he paused and pursed his lips.

“Hmm, still not clean…” Nick said as he looked down at the diaper area in the same way a mechanic would look into an engine.

Ashley frowned as she looked down between her legs again. Her neck strained as she tried to see what was happening, she was just in time to see the top of Nick’s head going down to her crotch. Her eyes went wide and she only had a second to process what was happening before she felt a hot tongue pressing against her. Immediately she threw her head back and arched her back. Her legs spread wide and she reached down to grab Nick’s hair.

“Ohhhh…” Ashley moaned.

As Nick’s tongue danced across her slit and carefully flicked her pleasure button Ashley pressed Nick’s head down as her hips went up. She was in ecstasy as the pleasure grew. Her moans soon became constant, they only changed in volume or pitch depending on what area Nick’s tongue was focusing on.

“If you don’t stop… I’m gonna…” Ashley breathed and spoke in broken up sentences. She could feel the rising tide of her climax starting to crest.

“No you don’t.” Nick suddenly said as he pulled away from Ashley’s kitten.

Ashley was left whining as Nick pulled away. Her hips thrust up looking for friction but finding only air. Almost automatically she lifted a hand to her crotch to finish herself off. It was intercepted inches away from her vagina by Nick who took her wrist and forced her arm away. Ashley moaned and bit her lip as she looked at her boyfriend who was now standing next to the bed.

“P-Please…” Ashley begged, “Please Daddy… I need it!”

Nick unbuttoned his shirt at lightning speed. He pulled his pants down and the outline of his hard cock strained against his boxer shorts. Nick briefly rubbed his tool before pulling his underwear down and stepping out of them leaving him completely naked.

Ashley watched impatiently as Nick climbed on to the bed and loomed up over her. He ducked his head down and kissed her, Ashley’s mouth opened as Nick’s tongue probed around. Ashley closed her eyes and enjoyed the kiss until she felt Nick pull away. She put a hand on the side of his face as she looked up into the face of the man she loved.

“Thank you.” Ashley whispered emotionally.

Nick smiled down to her as one of his hands went down to his crotch. He took hold of his member by the base and directed it to Ashley’s entrance. Ashley felt the smooth head of the dick gently parting her lips and shivered with expectation.

Ashley felt the thick member pushing against her. She was pre-emptively moaning, she was feeling permanently on the edge, she had never needed to be penetrated like right then. Nick knew what he was doing, making her wait was turning her into a mess with only one thing on her mind. Ashley wrapped her legs around Nick’s waist to pull him down into her.

Ashley let out a gasp as Nick penetrated her. Her hands went up to Nick’s face and then ran down his body as she pulled him into her. Her lips were parted and as she opened her eyes she saw Nick with a similar look of passion on his face. She kept pulling her boyfriend down until she reached the base of his impressively sized cock. Ashley only relaxed her legs a little when she felt Nick starting to hump into her.

“Oh… Yes…” Ashley gasped the words as Nick started to thrust into her.

As Nick thrust into her, Ashley felt his stiff member rubbing against the bundles of nerves and erogenous zones. She started shamelessly moaning, already at such a heightened level of pleasure her exclamations of ecstasy were louder than ever before. There were no neighbours close by which was the only thing sparing her from receiving a noise complaint.

It wasn’t long before Nick was grunting in rhythm with his thrusts. Ashley didn’t know if it was just because of how excited she was but she thought Nick seemed bigger, that he was able to push deeper into her. She was quickly reaching climax and she knew it would hit like a freight train.

The feeling started building deep inside her. Ashley could feel it like a pressure, a tenseness that affected all the muscles around her kitten. The feeling spread out over more and more of her body, the tension growing as she wound her way inexorably towards climax. Nick was moving faster now, going in and out like a jackhammer and grunting in ever increasing volume. There was no need for words, both of them knew each other was close.

Ashley practically screamed as the tension suddenly broke and flooded her system with pure ecstasy. Her muscles relaxed all at once and she wrapped her legs around Nick to pull him closer to her. She could feel the muscles in her vagina contracting and releasing as she felt the most powerful orgasm she had ever experienced crash through her. Stars danced across her vision and for a second she thought she might black out.

Almost simultaneously Ashley heard Nick grunting. Her own orgasm had been just what Nick had needed to push him over the edge. He pushed in as far as he could go as he grunted. Ashley felt his cock seem to swell up a little more for a second before it started repeatedly pulsing. Ashley could feel the spurting deep inside her body as her boyfriend climaxed into her.

With both of the lovers now exhausted Nick slowly pulled out of Ashley and rolled to the side. Ashley felt a little of the cum that had been shot so deep inside her trickling out as she panted breathlessly. It was without doubt the best orgasm of her life and she had doubts over whether she would even be able to stand now.

“That was…” Ashley’s eyes closed as she shook her head, “Amazing!”

“It was.” Nick concurred, “Just one more thing to do before we’re all finished.”

“What do you-” Ashley looked over to see Nick holding up a fresh diaper, “Oh.”

Nick was a little shaky on his legs as he stood up and stretched. His cock was still semi-hard, an impressively sized tool that now swung freely as Nick opened the diaper. Ashley compliantly lifted her hips as much as she could in her tired out state, the padding was slipped underneath her butt. It was as Nick pulled the front up between her thighs that Ashley though about something she normally did after they had fun together.

“Shouldn’t I go have a shower or something?” Ashley asked.

“I want you to feel everything I just put in you drip out.” Nick said with a wicked smile, “I want you to waddle around with your cute butt poking out knowing what is leaking into your diaper.”

“Fuck.” Ashley bit her bottom lip and giggled mischievously, “That might be the hottest thing anyone’s ever said to me!”

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President Timothy Martyn was watching the television on the wall in his personal room next to the office. He was leaning against the arm of the couch, with his remote control in his hand and was pressing it into his forehead. He sighed as they returned from a commercial break.

“This programme is brought to you by “Think Little: Why be big when you can Think Little?”” The announcer said as a model swished her ass from side to side in just a diaper and a small shirt.

Timothy sighed as the show returned. There was applause from the studio audience as the camera moved over them and down to the presenter who was sitting behind an expensive wooden desk. Timothy remembered being on his show in the run up to the election. Justin Gosling, the host, kept the artificial smile on his face until the camera stopped moving at which point it disappeared until the cameras were back on.

“Think Little. The craze that has been sweeping the nation.” Justin Gosling said, “Hey, I wonder if they have any products that wrap around people’s faces? I’m sure we all know people who could use it.”

As the crowd laughed at the awful joke there was a ringing in his office. One of the phones was going off and after contemplating ignoring it Timothy stood up with a groan. He always felt so exhausted these days. His diaper crinkled as he started walking, his padding was damp but he had only recently changed.

“So here is model, influencer and all round beautiful person, Ashley Hurst, here to tell us more about the Stress Free cam-” Justin Gosling was cut off as Timothy muted the television and threw the remote on to a nearby chair.

The phone continued ringing as Timothy made his way behind his desk and sat down. He went to the lift the receiver but hesitated for a few seconds. There could be no good news coming from the other end of the line. When he had taken the job Timothy had promised to take these important and difficult calls, to make the decisions that would have an effect on the hundreds of millions of people in his country and beyond. After everything that had happened since he reached the office he felt his nerves were frazzled, he didn’t have the self-confidence he once had. He picked up the phone bitterly.

“Hello?” Timothy said. He hoped the annoyance in his tone was clear.

“Hello, Timmy.” The mysterious voice responded. The deep voice was clearly distorted beyond recognition, “I hope I’m not interrupting anything important.”

Timothy swallowed hard and the arm holding the phone to the side of his head shook. His lips suddenly felt very dry and he licked them as he turned to look out the window. For some reason he half-expected someone to be standing out on the lawn holding a phone. In truth this caller could be thousands of miles away for all he knew.

“What the hell do you want?” Timothy spat out. He hoped he was conveying just how angry he felt.

“Temper, temper.” The voice replied, “I’m sure you wouldn’t want Mistress Violet to hear your potty mouth.”

“How do you…” Timothy gasped.

“Did you enjoy your trip?” The voice asked.

Timothy went silent. He didn’t know how the mysterious man could possibly know about his trip. Was he being followed? Was it someone who had seen him sneaking out? Could it be the Mistress herself? Timothy didn’t think his Mistress would lie to him and she had said she wasn’t involved. He felt so confused.

“I’ll take your silence as a yes.” The voice chuckled grimly.

“You’ve got what you want.” Timothy growled angrily, “Can’t you leave me alone so I can actually try to make this country better?”

“Don’t give me that self-righteous bullshit, Mr. President.” The voice replied. Far from being cowed by the president’s anger the person on the other end of the line seemed emboldened by it.

“Why don’t I just stop doing what you say?” Timothy asked, “So what if you’ve got pictures of me at the nursery. It’s not like that has to be all that hidden with all the changes that have happened. Hell, it’s not a secret that me and my cabinet all wear to support the campaign.”

“Come on, Timmy…” The mysterious voice sounded exasperated, “The photos have timestamps. Do you really want the public to know you were doing all this before the campaign? Do you want them to think you are doing all of this so you can indulge in your fetish?”

Timothy clenched his teeth and his knuckles turned white from how hard he was balling them. As usual whoever was on the other end of this had all the answers. It was true, the President’s approval numbers had already plummeted below any of his recent predecessors. There were protests and even a motion to impeach him which was only narrowly defeated. If anyone found out he liked diapers and had done so from before his presidency he would be finished.

“Besides… It isn’t your entire cabinet wearing them.” The voice chuckled again. A grating sound that made Timothy wince, “I believe it’s a Miss. Janine Baker. She’s been very vocal in her opposition. Undermining you in the press, that can’t feel good.”

“Just tell me what you want.” Timothy spat out.

“Ah, straight to the point, eh?” The voice said, “That’s why I voted for you. What I need is…”

As the mysterious voice outlined what he needed Timothy’s head dropped and he closed his eyes. He shook his head as if the man on the other end would be able to see him. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing, after all the fighting and political capital he had spent getting the current arrangements he felt like it would be impossible to do as he was told.

“You can’t be se-” Timothy stopped when he realised the person on the other end had already hung up.

The President put the phone down and rubbed his temples. With his stress and frustration rising to levels he couldn’t handle Timothy grabbed the little sign on the front of his desk that had his name engraved on it. He looked at it and then threw it across the room. The brass plaque soared through the air and hit the wall with a thump. It left a dent in the wall before clattering to the floor.

Timothy sunk back into his seat and felt it creak slightly as he leaned backwards. There was a knock on the door to the rest of the building and it opened a second later. Timothy looked up to see his Vice-President, John, walking in. He paused, looked at the nameplate on the floor and then over to Timothy.

“Everything OK, Sir?” John asked as he walked into the room.

Timothy waved the Vice-President over. As Timothy waited he wondered whether he should tell him the truth. Maybe it was time to come clean about everything he had done, to tell him the scheme was never his idea, that it was all the result of some awful blackmailing.

“I’m starting to think I made a terrible mistake.” Timothy said as he rubbed his temples.

“What do you mean, Sir?” John asked as he sat down.

This was it. Was Timothy going to reveal everything that had been happening? Was he about to tell the second most important man in the country that he had been blackmailed from the time he took office?

“Sir?” John asked with furrowed brows.

“It’s nothing.” Timothy finally said with a sigh, “I’m just tired, John.”

“Would you like me to arrange a getaway?” John suggested, “A weekend away from the White House. A golf trip, perhaps?”

“That might be a good idea.” Timothy said, “But in the meantime I need you to call a cabinet meeting. I’m… doubling funding for the Stress Free Campaign.”

Timothy watched for the Vice-President’s reaction. John paused for a second but didn’t say anything, his face was unreadable. Timothy knew what he was saying was unprecedented. In doubling the funding he was making this campaign by far the most funded vanity product any President had authorised. He also knew that in doing this he was almost guaranteeing further problems with the rest of his government.

“Sir, I appreciate this is something you care a lot about…” John was choosing his words very carefully, “But a lot of people are… questioning the choices of funding. If we double it we are going to annoy a lot of people.”

Timothy was a defeated man. He didn’t reply but instead just stared back at John.

“Very good, Sir.” John nodded his head, “I’ll start writing up the paperwork. Might I ask a favour?”

“Sure.” Timothy replied with a sigh.

“May I use your bathroom? I require a change.” John’s face was as stoic as if he had only asked for Timothy to give him a lift somewhere. He had always been good at hiding what he was thinking, Timothy didn’t know how he did it, if the shoe was on the other foot he wasn’t sure he could be as supportive.

“Of course.” Timothy said.

John bowed slightly and then left the room to the side door where the bathroom was. Timothy started typing up some orders on his computer as he wondered if there was any way to possibly go about this without destroying his reputation any further. After a couple of seconds he felt a fullness in his bowels and reacted almost automatically.

Timothy leaned to the side lifting his butt off the seat. He didn’t even hesitate before pushing down, almost immediately he felt the bottom of his diaper push out as he filled it. The squelching stickiness spreading out between his legs and against his skin. He continued typing as he slowly lowered himself back into his seat. He winced as he felt the waste filling his padding getting compressed and spread further around the disposable.

It was only when Timothy had finished that he realised what he was doing. He felt a shudder going down his spine as he considered how easily he had been able to fill his pants. It wasn’t the physical ease that concerned him as much as the mental ease. He hadn’t thought about holding it or anything, he had just pushed as soon as he felt the need. He was supposed to be the leader of the free world and yet he was doing this!

Timothy couldn’t go straight for a change either. He had literally just sent his Vice-President into the bathroom for his own change. It was almost ridiculous, the most important members of government now queuing to get diaper changes.

It was a long ten minutes before John emerged back into the office. His suit was still immaculate and not a hair was out of place, it was a miracle, he had changed his diaper and yet no one would ever be able to tell. John walked halfway across the room and then paused. He sniffed the air and then looked over to the President behind his desk.

Timothy blushed and studiously looked away to his computer screen. It was obvious what had happened but he didn’t want it brought up. After a couple of seconds the Vice-President left the room allowing the commander-in-chief to finally get up and change his diaper.

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Liam feels like he is at the end of his tether. His mother, Evie, had fallen deep into the "Stress Free Campaign" hole and it didn't seem like there was a way out. When he gets frustrated at the unfairness of it all he is reminded of his place.

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Liam sat in the playpen next to Alicia. The three-year-old was happily babbling away as if Liam was listening to her. They were sat either side of a pile of large child-safe blocks. Liam was listlessly moving them around whilst wishing for a return to normality that seemed farther away than ever.

Things had been spiralling out of control for Liam. The diapers had apparently just been the tip of the iceberg. He had been forced to watch as his mom fell further and further into this craze. More and more changes were made and although everyone in the family was now diapered full-time it seemed like it was only Liam who had to put up with everything else.

There was now a second highchair in the dining room. It was scaled up slightly and meant for Liam who had been incredulous at its appearance. He now sat at the table and ate next to Alicia who seemed delighted at having a little friend to play with all the time. Slowly the rules were changed, Liam was treated less like a young man who happened to be wearing diapers and more like someone the same age as his baby sister. It seemed so surreal.

Liam put a long green block on top of a square red one and sighed in impotent frustration. His clothes had changed, the things he used to wear had been pushed to the back of the closet and forgotten about. Evie had been on a spending spree and now Liam’s outfits, which were always chosen by her, were very infantile in nature. No amount of pleading or pouting from Liam made any difference. Gone were his sports jerseys and band shirts, they were replaced by pastel colours, childish cartoon designs and onesies.

“It’s just a different type of pyjamas!” Evie had said when Liam protested the onesies.

Liam was sat in the playpen that day in one of the onesies, a sky blue one based on a children’s show about trains, and wondering how the world had come to this. The stretchy material was decidedly revealing of the diaper underneath it. He wondered where everything had come from, his mom had seemingly jumped in with two-feet with all this baby stuff and in no time at all it just seemed to spring up all around him.

Evie had fallen down the rabbit hole and seemed utterly convinced that the only way to “cure Liam of his stress” was to sink him further and further into babyhood. It didn’t matter how much Liam pleaded with her or tried to convince her that he didn’t feel stressed, she wouldn’t be deterred on her mission. Liam was convinced she had lost her mind. It was like when someone became completely subsumed by a conspiracy theory or cult.

“No!” Alicia suddenly exclaimed bossily, “That goes there.”

Liam let his little sister move the blocks. His days were becoming increasingly mind-numbing. He didn’t want his tell-tale little sister to call for their parents so he stayed quiet and let the bossy little girl give him instruction on how to build the tower. With a shudder Liam relaxed his body and let a fresh warmth envelop his genitals. He tuned out Alicia’s instructions as he felt the pee stream out of him and into the thirsty padding. He shuddered a little as he finished his wetting, even as he sat back in the warm diaper he could feel the heat spreading even further. There was a rumble deep in his gut but he tried to ignore what that meant.

This was all Liam’s life was now. Playing childish games with his baby sister whilst using his diapers, having to watch and listen to an endless barrage of baby programming and not being allowed to do anything for himself. This was hell.

The living room door opened causing both Liam and Alicia to look around. Evie was smiling widely as she came in and sat down on the couch. She reached for the remote and changed the channel on the television without throwing a second glance at her two children. Was it Liam’s impression or did her waist seem thinner than usual? He frowned as he realised his mom wasn’t wearing a diaper!

“Why aren’t yo-” Liam started.

“Charlie! Get in here! The show’s starting!” Evie called out.

Liam didn’t get to ask his question but he was sure his mother wasn’t wearing a diaper. He felt even more put out when his dad came in, he too was clearly unpadded. Liam huffed as he felt the crinkly warmth of his own disposable. He didn’t understand why he still had to wear these diapers if his parents weren’t. He didn’t dare allow himself to think the madness of the diapers was finally over.

Evie switched on the television and flicked through the channels until it landed on some daytime talk show that Liam hated. It was the kind of vacuous non-challenging television that he just didn’t enjoy at all. His parents usually weren’t much interested in TV but they seemed very enthused by what was happening now.

“There she is!” Evie clapped her hands excitedly.

Liam turned to look at the screen to see a beautiful young woman sitting on the couch. She was smiling at the older host of the show, the way he leered slightly over his desk was off-putting. Liam recognised the woman and suddenly understood why her appearance was exciting his parents. The woman was instantly recognisable to anyone who wasn’t living under a rock who had seen her everywhere recently.

“Ugh…” Liam looked away from the screen with a disgusted grunt.

The woman on the talk show was Ashley Hurst. Liam didn’t seem to be able to get away from that smiling face no matter where he went or where he looked. The perfectly symmetrical visage was on adverts that seemed to cover every website Liam went to. Banner ads, commercials before videos, pop-ups… Ashley would appear everywhere extolling the virtues of a diapered life and hawking one product or another.

It felt like the campaign had only picked up public attention a few weeks ago and yet there now seemed no end to diaper related products. There seemed to be a thousand different books which only varied from each other in the smallest ways. There were courses online where for just a few hundred dollars you would be able to listen to a bunch of pseudo-intellectuals tell you how to live a purely diapered life. Clothes shops were full of oversized baby clothing and similar products. Capitalism being what it is meant that literally everyone seemed to be trying to take advantage of the gullible people who thought this was a good idea regardless of morals.

It was because of Ashley’s damn book that Liam was now sat like he was. The book had become gospel in the Jones household and had sparked Liam’s parents to double down on everything they had started. Ashley’s book argued that diapers alone weren’t enough to cure the “epidemic of stress” and to really fix the problem people should look into regression and “de-aging” to truly be happy. Any time Liam tried to argue about how mad it all was he would find his parents quoting Ashley’s books at him as if they were Holy Scripture.

Even the store Liam worked in had been transformed. From being a run of the mill general that sold some diapers, now it was unrecognisable. Everything that wasn’t related to diapers in one way or another had been removed and replaced. As much as Liam hated to admit it, the store had never done better business.

And on every one of these products, videos, courses or anything else there would be a beautiful young person telling everyone it was amazing. More often than not it seemed like that person was Ashley Hurst who was now laughing at another of the host’s cringingly awful jokes. Liam doubted this young woman even remotely believed in what she was saying, she had probably never even worn a diaper since she had been potty trained.

As Liam stewed in his own anger at his situation he felt the pressure on his bowels increase. He knew what was coming but he could put it off for as long as possible. He tuned out from what was happening on the television and looked back at his parents. He saw them sharing a happy and loving look before snuggling closer together.

The interview was still going when Charlie reached to the remote and switched the television back to children’s cartoons. Liam heard Alicia squeal in delight and she crawled closer to the edge of the pen to see what was happening. He looked over and saw it was the cartoon that featured the train character he was currently wearing. He sighed as Alicia clapped her hands, turned to face Liam and pointed.

“That’s right, Alicia.” Charlie said, “Clever girl!”

Liam turned away with a frown. He was so finished with this cultish fad but he had no choice but to continue living it. He had hoped it would blow over like anything that gets super popular for one reason or another but so far it still seemed to be growing at a staggering pace.

“How come you two aren’t wearing diapers?” Liam finally asked his parents sulkily.

“Your mother and I made the decision that having two diapered children was enough work for us. Besides, it’s made us both happier and isn’t that the goal of the program after all?” Charlie said with a smile as he patted Evie’s arm.

“That’s not fair!” Liam couldn’t stop the frustration from bubbling over, “Why do I have to live this stupid lifestyle if you don’t? I don’t even want to!”

“Now, now… There’s no need to have a tantrum. Are you cranky because you need your diaper changed?” Evie asked.

Liam balled his fists up angrily. Everything was quickly getting on top of him. The way this campaign had infiltrated every facet of his life, the way his parents were treating him, the hypocrisy; it was all combining together to make him want to scream and throw things.

“That’s not fair!” Liam yelled as he stood up, “If you don’t wear these stupid things I shouldn’t have to either!”

Liam’s shouting startled Alicia enough that she started loudly crying and looking up at Liam worriedly. Liam felt a pang of guilt but suppressed the urge to comfort his little sister. He had to focus on his anger.

“Now look what you’ve done.” Evie said with a frustrated shake of the head, “You’ve upset your sister.”

“Oh, big fucking deal!” Liam angrily exclaimed as he waved his arms in front of him dismissively, “I’m the one with the reason to be…”

Liam trailed off as he saw his father standing up. He had a face like thunder as he walked the short distance to the edge of the playpen. He pulled open the gate as Liam stumbled backwards a couple of paces. He knew he had made a big mistake, not only had he upset his sibling but he had sworn and he knew his parents hated that sort of language.

“I didn’t mean it!” Liam snivelled as he practically shrunk in front of Charlie.

“I’ve had it with your disrespect!” Charlie hissed.

Liam closed his eyes as his father reached out and grabbed his lower arm. This time he stumbled forwards as he was yanked towards the gate of the pen. He was betrayed by his body, as he exclaimed in protest his bladder voided into his nappy. He felt a fresh burst of heat that was quickly absorbed by his underwear.

“Stop!” Liam cried out. He wanted to sound authoritative but even he could hear the whine in his voice.

“We do not tolerate that kind of language, young man.” Charlie said. The lack of strain really emphasised how easily Liam was being manhandled.

Liam saw his father sit down. A second later there was a sharp pull and Liam tripped over his dad’s thigh leaving him face down and laying across his lap. Liam started flailing to try and lift himself up but Charlie simply leaned forward, with one arm laid across Liam’s back he easily held him in place.

A hand flung forwards and smacked into the back of Liam’s diaper. He yelped out as the hand immediately pulled back and went forwards again. Liam tensed up as he was spanked across his dad’s lap like a bratty toddler. Each time Charlie’s hand hit Liam’s rear he was pushed forwards a little.

“Please… Don’t!” Liam moaned. A spank landed in between the words causing him to let out a little groan of humiliation.

The spanks didn’t hurt all that much thanks to the thick diaper. The humiliation of being treated like this was overwhelming but the real reason Liam was begging for his father to stop was because the pressure in his tummy was very quickly increasing. With every spank Liam was forced forwards a little, his belly was pushed into his dad’s knee and now his digestive system decided it was as good a time as any to evacuate.

A particularly hard spank landed and surprised Liam. It was just the slip-up his bowels had been looking for. With a horrible lurch Liam felt his digestive system push down and his delicate little hole was helpless as logs of waste pushed against it. Liam went still from shock as all his attention went to his diaper, he felt the hot mess pushing out the back of the padding and spreading. He grunted as his sphincter pinched off one lump and, thanks to the way he was facing, it dropped down towards the front of his padding. He shuddered as he felt it touch his sack. He drew his arms and legs closer to him as he pushed down.

“You must respect your parents.” Charlie said as his hand reared back.

Everything felt like it was going in slow motion. Liam knew what was coming but as he tensed his body and pushed out more of his waste he was helpless to stop it. He closed his eyes as he knew his father’s hand was coming forwards again.

Splat.

Liam groaned loudly as he felt the spank force all the mess in his diaper to get compressed between his skin and the padding. It seemed to explode all over his rear and between his legs making him messier than he had ever been before. He knew his father had immediately felt the difference as his hand lingered against the padding. Liam was sobbing as he felt his embarrassment threatening to overcome him.

“What was that?” Charlie asked.

Liam thought his father must be toying with him. Surely he had realised what had happened. The hand pressed against Liam’s backside started prodding and pinching the padding. Liam could do nothing but cringe and sniff back the tears that flowed down his cheeks as the mushy mess was massaged. The smell started escaping through the gaps in the waistband, Liam could smell the earthy scent of his accident. The scent that let any attentive parent know their baby desperately needed a diaper change.

“Dear me…” Charlie said as he loudly and theatrically sniffed the air, “And he thinks he should be out of diapers?”

Liam knew his father wasn’t leaning on him anymore but he still felt unable to get up. The shame of crapping his pants as he was spanked was overwhelming. He had been desperately arguing that he didn’t want diapers; that he didn’t want to wear the stupid baby clothes and he didn’t want to be left playing with Alicia. He had just undermined his whole argument.

“I’ll change him.” Evie said as she let go of Alicia. The little girl had been distracted out of her tears by the spectacle of her brother being punished.

Liam was still sobbing with shame when he felt his mother take his arm. With the mess on his backside he was actually grateful that he was going to be changed. He finally clambered off his father’s lap. Even with the onesie the diaper sagged, the heavy disposable forcing him into a waddle as he was pulled along by his mom.

“I hope this little episode has put paid to any notions you had about going back to how things were.” Evie said quietly as she hurried Liam up the stairs, “You can get used to this. I’m starting to think Alicia should be the older sibling.”

Liam’s face was already bright red, if it hadn’t been that way already it certainly would be after Evie’s embarrassing comments. Liam felt so low, maybe his parents were right after all and maybe he needed to stay in diapers. A normal adult would never have let this happen. With every squelching step in the poopy diaper Liam felt his confidence disappearing. This was all supposed to lower his stress and yet he felt worse than ever, maybe giving in and letting everything happen was the route to happiness.

“Stop dawdling.” Evie said as she reached the top of the stairs, “You’re stinking out the house.”

Liam ducked his head and waddled up the last couple of steps before reaching his bedroom. The diaper changing routine was a smooth operation now. Evie got the changing mat out and spread over the bedsheets, Liam took off his onesie and laid down whilst his mom gathered a fresh diaper as well as the changing supplies.

Liam looked away as the tapes of his diaper were pulled away. He had desperately argued in the beginning that he should at least change his own diapers but his parents had been adamant that he didn’t do anything himself. When it came to his messy diapers Liam was grateful, the thought of dealing with the cleaning made him feel nauseous. He sniffed and wiped his tear-streaked cheeks as the front of the diaper was lowered between his legs.

“Were you holding this in?” Evie asked suspiciously. She wrinkled her nose seconds afterwards as the full force of the smell hit her.

“No…” Liam lied.

“You know the book says…” Evie started but Liam tuned out.

Back to Ashley’s book. The bible of Stress Free living. Ashley said no one could truly be free of stress if they didn’t fully embrace diapers. To that end she advocated people taking part not to try holding their waste at all, if they needed to pee they should do so and if they needed to poop they should get it out as soon as they felt the need regardless of where they were.

“You better not be holding on to things.” Evie said as she started wiping Liam’s butt, “I’ve heard doctors are testing a new surgery that gets rid of the choice. Wouldn’t that be great?”

Liam felt like his heart had stopped. A surgery like that would be a nightmare, it surely couldn’t be true. He looked up at his mom but her stony face gave no hint as to whether she was joking or not. Liam could only silently mutter a prayer to anyone who might be listening that the rumour wasn’t true.

“We really are going through these diapers quickly.” Evie mused. She had balled up Liam’s used padding and taped a new disposable to his waist, “Maybe we should look out for some thicker ones.”

Liam couldn’t imagine diapers thicker than the ones he currently had to wear. He already waddled noticeably as he toddled around the house, with thicker diapers he doubted if he would even be able to stand. He shuddered as he considered a future with him crawling around on all fours whilst even Alicia walked around.

“Before you come into the dining room for lunch you can empty your diaper pail into the trash outside.” Evie said as dropped the latest diaper into the trash receptacle.

“But-” Liam started to complain but when he saw his mother’s face he quickly shut up.

Liam put his onesie back on and picked up the plastic bag containing all his used diapers for the last few days. It absolutely reeked of stale urine and faeces. Liam turned his nose away as he started taking it downstairs.

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Ashley's profile since she first posted pictures of herself in diapers online had skyrocketed. She was now becoming one of the most recognisable faces in America and everybody wanted a piece. With an appearance on a daytime talk show Ashley gets her first taste of exposure before a television audience.

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“Oh God, I’m so nervous…” Ashley was pacing around her dressing room in just her bra and panties.

“Baby, you’re going to be great.” Nick smiled as he stood up and put his hands on Ashley’s hips, “You’re going to do great.”

“But I haven’t even read the book I’m supposed to have written!” Ashley shook her head and bit her bottom lip, “What if I get stuff wrong, what if I freeze up, what if-”

“What if everything goes great?” Nick asked reassuringly, “What if the nation falls even more in love with you than they are already? You were made for this. You read the notes, right? Stick to the talking points and it will go great.”

“It just feels so dishonest.” Ashley sighed, “I didn’t write these books and yet my name and face are on them. I love the lifestyle, don’t get me wrong, but all these books, the viral videos, the merchandise… It’s a little overwhelming.”

Ashley turned away from her boyfriend and looked into the mirror. The harsh light of the naked bulbs surrounding the glass amplified any and every imperfection. As Ashley looked at herself she wondered if she was really cut out for this, she had always wanted the attention and fame but now she had it she wondered if she wouldn’t be happier running away.

“Can’t we just go home?” Ashley turned to Nick. After a moment she smiled shyly, “Daddy, maybe I could have my special baba?”

“Maybe later.” Nick said. He brushed away the attempted distraction with a toothy smile, “Let me help you get ready.”

Ashley swallowed nervously as she stood by and watched Nick pull a diaper out of the changing bag they kept with them these days. When Nick nodded towards the changing table they had specially set up for Ashley she reluctantly walked over. She pulled off her panties and bra leaving her completely naked.

“You’re beautiful, you know that?” Nick said as he placed a hand on Ashley’s butt, “Have I ever told you that?”

“You might’ve mentioned it once or twice.” Ashley giggled despite her concerns.

Ashley laid back on the padded table and lifted her ass in the air. When she lowered it back down she felt the soft padding wrapping around her hips. She sighed and snuggled into the padding, she felt a little calmer already. She might not have written the book she was here to promote but she would’ve endorsed it every day of the week. This was a pretty awesome feeling.

“You’re due on in five minutes, Miss. Hurst.” A sudden knock at the door preceded these words. A production assistant not so subtly telling Ashley to hurry it up.

“Oh God, oh God, oh God!” Ashley muttered as she covered her face.

“You’re going to do great.” Nick said again, “Look, if you’re a big brave girl today we’ll stop for ice cream on the way home.”

“That’s not fair!” Ashley visibly pouted and hit her hands against the padded table, “You know I can’t resist ice cream!”

Nick simply chuckled as he pulled the front of the diaper up between Ashley’s legs and taped it tightly closed. His hand lingered on the smooth plastic for a few seconds, it pressed against the padding before finally withdrawing. Ashley sat up with loud crinkles and swung her legs over the side of the table. Her boyfriend was already getting her outfit ready, she could never imagine appearing in front of a national audience whilst dressed in what Nick was now holding until a little time ago.

“This was a good choice.” Nick said as he held the clothing up, “One of your cutest outfits.”

Ashley had indeed spent a lot time wondering about what she should wear. It had taken a lot of convincing to get her to dress as her little self and after that it was a choice between all of her many outfits. In the end she had decided on a pair of pink footed-pyjamas that had a white space on the chest, “Baby Girl” was stencilled on the space in blocky pink stitching.

Ashley stepped into the outfit and felt Nick zipping it up behind her. There was no changing out of it now unless she could find someone to help her. Nick stepped round to her front with a big smile on his face. He clipped the pacifier to her all-in-one and then stepped back, after an appraising look he moved his hand up and gave his girlfriend the “OK” signal.

“OK, I can do this…” Ashley was practically bouncing up and down with nerves, “Can I do this?”

“You can do this.” Nick pulled his nervous girlfriend into a hug and gave her a kiss.

There was another knock on the door. This knock was a lot more urgent.

“We need you ready to go!” The production assistant called through.

Ashley took a couple of deep breaths as Nick pulled away from her. She gave Nick a final kiss and then walked to the dressing room door. When she threw the door open the assistant with her clipboard and headset seemed taken aback. Ashley smiled as her cheeks turned red, the assistant looked her up and down for a few moments before waving for her to follow.

“Break a leg, baby!” Nick called to his girlfriend.

Ashley walked through the narrow corridors whilst following the short assistant. She was already blushing as she saw multiple staff members double take as she walked past. With only her footed-pyjamas covering her diaper the crinkling was very loud. She had to keep reminding herself that everyone knew who she was anyway, this shouldn’t be as embarrassing as it felt. It was the first time she had dressed up like this around people other than her boyfriend or her followers on social media.

“Ashley!” A young woman suddenly opened a door a little bit behind Ashley and called out her name, “Ashley Hurst!”

“Yes?” Ashley turned around to the source of the voice.

“Oh my God!” The young person moved their bag around to their front and unzipped it, “I can’t believe it! You’re, like, my idol!”

“Oh…” Ashley flushed with embarrassment. She wasn’t used to this aspect of fame at all. Having people telling her they look up to her, it felt so strange, she didn’t feel like she deserved it.

“You’re probably really busy and everything but do you think you could sign this?” The woman produced a copy of the very book Ashley was there to promote.

“I guess? I mean, sure!” Ashley took the book and the pen offered by the nervous young woman. It was the first autograph she had ever signed. Up to now, despite the explosive growth of her influencer career, she hadn’t spent a lot of time out and about. There hadn’t been a lot of time to be recognised.

“Emma. My name’s Emma.” The young woman said as she looked down at the cover now adorned with Ashley’s signature.

“This is like my bible!” Emma said as she took the book back, “I’m trying to do everything you say!”

“I’m gla-” Ashley started.

“Miss. Hurst, you’re needed right now!” The production assistant was practically pulling Ashley by the sleeve.

Ashley stumbled along behind the hassled employee. She looked over her shoulder and awkwardly waved to the star struck Emma who looked down at the signature with awe. Ashley was pulled around the corner and she suddenly heard an audience laugh and then clap. There was a black curtain right in front of her. She was stopped just before it and an older woman with a table full of make-up stood in front of her to do some last second touch ups.

Ashley felt like she was spinning with everything that was happening. She didn’t hear what Justin Gosling was saying but she recognised that her name was said. The make-up woman suddenly stepped aside and Ashley was practically pushed through the curtain.

It was like stepping into another world. Beyond the curtain was an explosion of light and noise. The crowd had been muted before but now there was applause and cheering so loud it drowned out the incidental music that was coming through the speakers. The lights, particularly the spotlight, made Ashley want to shield her eyes. She felt disorientated.

The set looked a lot smaller in person than it did on television. Ashley turned towards the desk where the renowned Justin Gosling stood applauding and smiling at her. On the big screens that adorned the walls behind the desk Ashley saw “her” new book. She walked across the carpeted floor and shook Justin’s hand. She was left surprised when he leaned forwards and kissed her on each cheek.

“Miss. Ashley Hurst!” Justin called out over the crowd excitement.

Ashley sat down and bashfully looked up to see the audience still going wild for her. They were on their feet and applauding. She was grateful but she didn’t understand why she was getting such a reaction. She hadn’t cured cancer or broken some athletic record, she was just the supposed author of an alternative lifestyle book.

After the crowd had settled down and the interview could begin Ashley found her anxiety had all been for naught. The questions were all very soft indeed, she wouldn’t have even needed to read the cheat sheet her manager had sent her for most of it. That was, at least, until the last question.

“This is all fascinating stuff and I’m sure many of our viewers have already started practicing your lifestyle.” Justin Gosling was almost leering over the desk now, “But do you have any response to the critics who have lambasted the book as dangerous?”

“Dangerous?” Ashley asked. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat. She hadn’t factored the heat of the lights when choosing her outfit and she could feel herself sweating. It felt like the mood in the studio had suddenly changed.

“Yes. Encouraging parents to delay or even cancel the potty training of their children, the concerns over development, the lack of scientific evidence and the questions over why the government are spending so much of the budget on it, telling people to void their bladder or bowels wherever and whenever. You know, concerns.” Justin spoke with a seriousness that had been entirely absent during the rest of the interview. He stared at Ashley as he finished talking.

Ashley’s mouth was left hanging open. She looked away from Justin and at the now silent crowd. The lights seemed to burn brighter and all of a sudden every cough or whisper from someone in the audience felt deafening. The sudden grilling had come out of nowhere and Ashley was left gasping like a fish unexpectedly pulled out of the sea. She had no answers to any of these concerns. She had been completely oblivious to any critics because she had spent so much time exploring and enjoying her new lifestyles, both in diapers and the uptick of her career.

Faced with such an internal crisis Ashley felt like she had to double down. She was now so entwined with the Stress Free campaign that she felt it was a part of her. A criticism of the campaign was a criticism of her and something she enjoyed a lot professionally and personally. She was surprised to find anger filling the hole confusion had left. Who were these critics who wanted to deny her the thing she had so desperately wanted?

“I believe in this campaign.” Ashley finally said, “These critics are stuck in the past, afraid of the changes that are coming. There are millions of people out there right now exploring and enjoying a Stress Free lifestyle. Why would these naysayers want to deny them that happiness? I have never been happier than I am right now and I urge everyone out there to give the lifestyle a chance. I should think the people needing a reduction in stress most of all are those very people you are talking about, Justin. I have just the thing to help them…”

The tension was broken as the audience applauded and laughed at the jibe. Ashley played wriggled her padded butt back and forth. Ashley looked out at the crowd and saw the adoration, the people that were here because of her. She now realised that there was a battle going on and she needed to be on the frontlines fighting to defend her new lifestyle. She bristled with self-righteousness as the crowd calmed down.

“Now usually we invite our guests to stay on the couch.” Justin finally said when the crowd noise had died down, “But I think we have something that might be more appropriate for you…”

Justin stood as he gestured to an area on the other side of the stage. A section of the wall along with the floor in front of it started to rotate. The area had been clear of anything but now as the floor spun Ashley could see a playpen set up with a whole bunch of toys. She bit her bottom lip and blushed as the crowd applauded again.

“Ladies and gentlemen, Ashley Hurst!” There was another standing ovation as Ashley stood up.

Ashley bowed and smiled with a confidence that had been absent from her just minutes ago. She walked across the stage and stepped into the playpen. She flopped down on to her butt as the presenter sent the show off to a commercial break. Ashley saw members of the audience whispering to each other as she picked up a doll and stroked it’s hair.

“Hey, I’m sorry for the ambush.” Justin had jogged across the stage to her, “My producers told me to ask you that question for impartiality or something. Figures, the news can be as biased as it wants but I have to remain impartial.”

“It’s fine.” Ashley replied. In her view it was more than fine, the question had somehow awoken a passion in her that she didn’t even realise she had.

Justin Gosling smiled and gave her a little nod before hurrying back to his desk. As Ashley watched him she felt a rumble in her tummy that could only signal one thing. She swallowed and tried to ignore the growing feeling of pressure as the crowd applauded and the show came back from break. Justin Gosling was standing behind his desk again with his trademark fake smile. Even as she clenched she remembered the advice in her own book telling people just to let go, it was easier said than done especially when she had never messed herself before.

“Next up we have a young woman fresh off filming what is sure to be the year’s hottest blockbuster, The Culling. Ladies and gentlemen please put your hands together for Joan Dembele!” Justin Gosling gestured to the entrance of the stage.

Joan came out and waved at the crowd. When she turned to face Ashley she put her hands over her chest and clearly mouthed “bless her heart” as if there were an actual cute baby playing on the side of the stage. Ashley smiled bashfully as she walked over to the couch to start the interview.

It was halfway through a rather inane interview that Ashley felt the cramps in her bowels reaching a point beyond discomfort and into pain. She winced as she put her hand over her belly. Her face was growing red from the realisation that she desperately needed the bathroom. She didn’t feel able just to run off the stage in the middle of the show, especially after what Justin told her was in her book. A book advocating for using your diaper as soon as you needed had Ashley’s face on, she had just defended that book, if she was seen leaving for the bathroom now she would anger a lot of people and de-legitimise something she had only just found a distinct passion for.

Ashley tried to get up on to her knees quietly and without attracting the attention of the crowd. She sank back until she felt the bottom of her padded butt hovering just above her legs. She was trying to be quiet and unnoticed but she could see people already looking her way, some had never looked away. She had never done this before, it was a hell of a place to have her first messy diaper.

Ashley tried to keep her face completely emotionless as she held her breath. She pushed down and immediately felt the pressure increase in her bowels. Kneeling on the stage in her clothes as the studio audience increasingly looked her way and millions watched at home was the strangest experience. Ashley tensed up at the last second and wimped out. She paid for stopping the process by feeling a cramp rip through her that let her know she had come too far to stop now.

“Oh God…” Ashley grunted as she squat down a little more on her heels.

There was a murmuring in the crowd. Members of the audience were nudging each other and pointing, it seemed like more and more people were paying attention to Ashley in the playpen than the Hollywood star being interviewed. Ashley could see people watching her but she couldn’t stop now. She took a deep breath and pushed down yet again.

The sound of a muffled fart was cushioned by the padding of the diaper. Ashley’s cheeks went red as she ignored the part of her brain telling her to stop. She felt a strain that seemed to hold her in place for a couple of seconds and then it felt like there was an explosion in her diaper. It felt like one second her diaper was completely clean and the next a significant portion of it was covered in sticky poo-poo.

Ashley shuddered as she felt the warmth of her fresh poop spread over her skin. It was an incredibly strange sensation and yet not an unpleasant one. It felt very infantile to enjoy the strange tactile sensations. She sand backwards and felt the bottom of her diapered butt press against her heels. As she lowered herself further she felt herself sink into the mush, it spread and squelched against her skin. Little air bubbles tickled her and she felt it travelling up towards the small of her back. With her eyes closed she couldn’t help but smile as she moved her butt around and enjoyed what she felt. Wetting her diapers excited her and now she discovered pooping in them did exactly the same thing!

“Well, folks, it seems Ashley needs some attention…” Justin Gosling’s voice suddenly broke Ashley out of her blissful ignorance of the world.

Ashley’s eyes sprang open and she saw that everyone was looking at her. With a sinking feeling of horror she realised that even the television cameras were pointed her way. Millions of people had just watched her fill her diaper live on TV!

“We need to go to commercials and when we come back we’ve got a quarterback on his way to the Superbowl and the lead singer of Damage Limitation. Stay tuned!” Justin said to the only camera still pointed his way.

Ashley was frozen in shock but as the applause died down and the show cut to commercials she felt a need to leave. She looked around and then slowly climbed to her feet. The diaper between her legs felt so heavy now and she dashed towards the playpen gate. Each wide step caused the poop to act as a slippery lubricant on her skin. She unhooked the gate and then ran back behind the curtain. She was utterly mortified.

A year has passed. A year in which Timothy Martyn, supposedly the most powerful man in the world, has had little control of his own government. All his hopes and dreams for leadership had fallen by the wayside thanks to the Stress Free Campaign. The mysterious caller isn't done with him though and as Timothy tries to stand up for himself he finds the threats extend beyond himself...

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ONE YEAR LATER…

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President Martyn

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Timothy looked out the window. It was pouring with rain and the grey clouds seemed to reflect the inner turmoil that filled the President’s mind, body and soul. Beyond the fence at the end of the long White House lawn there was a gathering of people. These people weren’t the well-wishers that had populated the area one year ago when Timothy was taking office.

The placards and banners left Timothy with no question as to what these people thought of him. The cheering had been replaced by heckling. It had got to the point where Vice-President John Parlour had doubled security around the White House. Timothy sighed as he felt his diaper warm around his waist. Even as he watched he saw a couple of the protestors getting into an altercation with a couple of members of security.

It had been the worst year of President Martyn’s life. His approval numbers were terrible and still plummeting, half his cabinet had resigned and the replacements just weren’t as experienced of respected. Timothy felt less like the leader of the country and more like a prisoner, he was afraid to go out there where so many people hated him. His only solace had been his occasional visits, when he had been able to sneak out, to Mistress Violet. Even those visits to the nursery were difficult now, her business was booming and she was very busy.

The Stress Free Campaign had taken on a life of its own but Timothy supposed that was the point. He had kicked it off and received all the backlash whilst others assumed the mantle of pushing this lifestyle to the masses. Timothy had the worst of both worlds. The people who hated the campaign also hated him for funding it whereas the people who liked the campaign gave their kudos to others. People like Ashley Hurst had come from nowhere and were now huge celebrities. Timothy felt like the sacrificial lamb.

It was difficult to tell exactly how many people had taken up diapers but estimates suggested that over half the country was now involved in some way or another. It was insane just how fast the lifestyle had spread, it was like an out of control wildfire.

Perhaps just as bad as the domestic implications were the foreign ones. The campaign had spread internationally though it hadn’t infected the overseas populations as much as it did at home. It did mean that the President was often given the cold shoulder by other heads of state who knew what he was wearing and was disgusted by it. The country’s standing in the world had dropped dramatically, something Timothy’s opponents took great delight in attacking him about. Not that they needed to attack him at all, he knew re-election would be impossible.

“Oh, crap…” Timothy sighed tiredly as he felt a tension in his belly.

Timothy knew what was going to happen and after a year of letting it go he didn’t give it much thought beyond the inconvenience it caused. Without moving away from the window Timothy bent his knees slightly. The damp diaper crinkled slightly as it moved with him, it was almost like it knew what was coming and allowed some space for it.

Timothy held his breath and pushed down. He grunted a little as he pushed out a solid log of poop. The stinky lump pushed out and against the back of the padding before it fully slipped out and dropped into the seat of his diaper. He let out his breath before holding another one. As usually happened for Timothy, after the first lump had come out there was a brief pause before a feeling of fullness let the President know there was more to come.

Shifting his body a little Timothy felt the sticky lump move around in his disposable a little. He shuddered, his mind filled with all the usual emotions when he did this stuff. Half of him was appalled but the rest of him was excited. He couldn’t deny that this was his fetish but he had never wanted it to be something that was essentially forced on to the public like this. He bent his knees and felt angry that all his thoughts of improving the country had been stolen from him for this.

With a hard push Timothy grit his teeth in frustration as he filled his diaper. The softer lumps easily falling out of him and pushing out his rear. Just to complete his diaper usage his bladder released and he flooded the front with hot urine. By the time he was finished he had covered every inch of the padding with his waste. He took a deep shuddering breath.

It had been a year since Timothy demanded that his cabinet follow him in wearing diapers. The ones that hadn’t resigned had done so and now every meeting was interrupted several times with people getting up for diaper changes. Every time it happened Timothy was hit with a pang of guilt and silently apologised for the embarrassment and inconvenience he caused everyone. It was no way to run a government and he knew everyone in the room resented him for forcing this on them.

Just as Timothy was readying himself for his own diaper change the shrill sound of the telephone cut through the air. It was coming through on the emergency line which meant either it was a genuine emergency or his blackmailer. He thought about ignoring the call but if it was a genuine emergency he wouldn’t be able to forgive himself.

Timothy waddled over to his desk and sat down on his chair. He felt the now familiar sensation of his poop oozing and spreading throughout his diaper. He shuddered a little but not entirely from revulsion, he had to admit to a love of this exact feeling. Before picking up the phone he allowed himself a few seconds where he closed his eyes and felt the semi-solid waste in his diaper squish around. It was almost enough to remind him of more innocent days. The incessant ringing soon brought him back to the present. He finally picked up the receiver.

“I was starting to think you were ignoring me.” It was the sinister voice that had been directing Timothy’s presidency from day one, “I needn’t remind you of what a bad idea that would be, do I?”

“What do you want?” Timothy growled.

“What’s the matter?” The voice on the other end of the line sounded vaguely amused, “Am I keeping you from something? Do you need a diaper change?”

Timothy tried not to give anything away but he had been on the verge of replying and his words caught in his throat. The silence clearly told the blackmailer all he needed to know. The slow and remorseless laughter coming through the phone had the President clenching his fists in anger.

“If this is a bad time I can call back.” The voice said sarcastically.

“Just get to the point.” Timothy hissed. He was praying no one was going to walk in on him like this.

“I actually wanted to congratulate you.” The voice said, “The campaign has been going tremendously well, you should be proud.”

“Are you only calling to gloat?” Timothy asked, “Because you could’ve just sent an e-mail…”

“You’ve got a great sense of humour, you know that?” The voice was chuckling again, “I think we’ll both look back on this and laugh in a few years. I’ll buy you a beer, you’ve made me a very rich man after all.”

Timothy waited impatiently for the caller to stop laughing.

“Mr. President, we are moving on to phase two of the operation.” The caller finally said, “As a resu-”

“Phase two!?” Timothy spluttered. He shifted forwards in his seat and felt the slop in his diaper shift with him.

“Indeed. There will be a package delivered to you soon. It will include instructions on how to proceed.” The mysterious voice clarified.

“No! I’m done with this!” Timothy bellowed. His anger overriding his need to not be overheard, “You’ve had your fun with me. I’m not going to do it!”

“If you do not do as you are told, Timmy. You’re photos will be revealed.” The mysterious man reminded the President.

“I don’t care anymore!” Timothy was only half-lying, “I’d rather resign than continue doing your bidding!”

“Timmy, you are not going to resign.” The voice said, “It isn’t time for that yet.”

“What do you mean by that?” Timothy asked suspiciously. The mystery temporarily eclipsing his anger.

“Just know that if you were to resign or in any way sabotage our plans it isn’t just you who will be hurt.” The voice sounded as cold as steel now, “I’m sure you would hate if anything bad were to happen to Mistress Violet…”

Timothy froze. It took a second for his brain to get over the shock and realise this was an explicit threat against someone he cared for a great deal. His knuckles went white as he clenched his hands so hard he thought his fingernails might dig through the skin. He had visions in his mind of armed thugs smashing their way into Mistress Violet’s house, he could imagine her terror and screams. It would be all because of him.

“She’s innocent in all this.” Timothy’s voice, when he finally spoke, was quiet. He was scared.

“And it’s your job to protect people like her.” The voice spoke with a calm assurance that terrified Timothy, “You know the last thing she would hear would be how you could’ve saved her but didn’t.”

Timothy shuddered. It suddenly felt very real, everything that had happened paled in comparison to the threats he was hearing. He remained silent as he processed everything. Like a Chess grandmaster he looked at all the potential moves and realised he was checkmated.

“When the package arrives, follow the instructions.” With that the phone line went dead.

Timothy dropped the handset and put his head in his hands. He wanted to smash up the office, he wanted to tell the FBI what was happening, he wanted to call a press conference and announce the truth, more than anything he just wanted to stop the madness. He was trapped, he couldn’t make any move, he felt certain any move he made contrary to the blackmailer’s wishes would be found out.

Timothy must’ve sat at his desk with his head in his hands for five minutes before he suddenly got a whiff of his diaper. He had been desperately trying to stop himself from crying but as soon as he smelled himself he couldn’t stop him from sobbing quietly. He wanted to hide under his covers like he had done as a small child but instead he went to his private bathroom for a shower and fresh diaper.

Standing up left Timothy’s diaper sticking to his butt. He walked across the room to his bathroom door and pushed it open. He flicked the switch which used to just be for the lights but now also activated the air filters. There were no windows to open so it was the best way stop his whole office smelling like his crap.

The Presidential changing table had replaced his toilet and ran along the back wall. It was a little cramped but it had been forced into a space never meant for one. With as much dignity as he could muster under the circumstances Timothy took off his suit and hung it from the hooks on the door. When he looked in the mirror he couldn’t help but wince at the dark splotches that appeared in the white plastic.

Timothy went over to the changing table and hopped up. When his butt landed on the padded surface he felt the squishy mess inside squirt around the diaper. He bit his bottom lip, he knew he shouldn’t enjoy any part of this and yet he couldn’t help himself.

“Get a grip.” Timothy chastised himself.

Having had his fun Timothy stood back up and went to the shower. He climbed inside and pulled at the tapes on the front of the diaper, it felt to the ground with a splat. Carefully and trying to stop himself from throwing up Timothy bent down and folded the diaper up before dropping it outside of the shower.

The warm water felt good and as Timothy looked down and saw the brown stickiness washing away and swirling down the drain he let himself take a deep breath. Things were only going to get worse and he had to somehow find the strength to carry on like this.

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It's Liam's birthday but it doesn't feel like a good one. In fact Liam had never been more miserable. He receives some unwelcome news about how he is going to spend his day before an outburst earns him a punishment.

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The Jones Family

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“Happy birthday, dear Liam… Happy birthday to you!” The Jones family finished singing with a round of applause.

Liam sat in his highchair and scowled out at his parents and sister as they placed a cake down on the tray of his baby chair. The cake was a basic round shape with white frosting all over it. The candles were the numbers one and nine to represent Liam’s new age. He sighed as he looked down at the cake, it was the first time he had been reminded of his actual age in a long time. It was depressing.

Liam took in a deep breath and then blew out the candles to another cheer. He felt his cheeks blushing as the already wet diaper around his waist grew hotter. He felt his bladder emptying beyond his control, a normal occurrence now.

After a full year in diapers Liam’s control of his bladder and, increasingly, his bowels had dwindled away to almost nothing. He hadn’t dared to tell his parents but he was functionally incontinent and even if they suddenly changed their minds and decided to go back to normal he knew he would need to potty train, a fact that embarrassed him immensely.

The house had changed quite a bit in the last year and none of it was in a way that Liam liked. His bedroom was unrecognizable from a year and a half ago. Everything he had owned was gone and had been replaced by much more infantile furniture. His bed was now a crib, where his desk and computer sat there was now a toy box and shelves of children’s books, his closet was now full of only baby clothing and his drawers were full of diapers. It was like his old life had been completely erased. He barely even felt like the same person any more.

Liam had once asked how his family had been able to afford all the changes and the only response he had received was that his father’s business had been doing very well. Clearly it had been going very well indeed, aside from the changes to Liam’s bedroom it felt like everything had been upgraded. The family cars were brand new, the clothes they wore looked much more expensive and Liam had even heard his parents talking about buying a new house.

“You can have one slice now before your nap.” Evie said as she put one slice of cake on Liam’s tray.

Liam poked at the sponge cake and sighed. He broke off a little bit and put it in his mouth despite not feeling particularly hungry. Next to him Alicia was tucking straight into the cake without a care in the world. She was still in diapers as well but for all intents and purposes Liam was treated as exactly the same age as her, to his shame he felt as if they were the same age a lot of the time. They were basically best friends now since they were around each other all the time. It was easy to forget their age difference.

“After your nap you’re going to have to go over to Vinny’s.” Evie said casually as she started cleaning some things in the sink.

“W-What!?” Liam gasped with his eyes very wide.

“I know we quit your job for you but Vinny was desperate for some help.” Evie didn’t look round to the highchair, “So I said you’d be able to help out this evening. Just a one-off to help an old friend of the family.”

Liam hadn’t worked for Vinny since he had been relegated in status to a baby. Evie had driven to the store and handed in Liam’s notice for him and he hadn’t been back since. He was actually thankful for that fact, he was fine with not being paraded around in public in his infantilized condition. The thought of going to work like he currently was didn’t fill Liam with much hope.

“Do I have to?” Liam whined as he slumped in his highchair, “I don’t want people seeing me like this…”

“Like what?” Evie frowned as she looked at her son.

Liam looked at his mother with incredulity. What could she possibly think he meant by that!? He was dressed like a baby and he already knew he wouldn’t get any kind of reprieve by going to work. His adult clothes were but a distant memory, he was going to have to wear a baby outfit.

“Dressed like… this!” Liam complained as he gestured to himself.

“Oh, don’t be silly.” Evie waved her hand dismissively, “You haven’t been out in a while and that’s my fault, I’ll make sure you are taken out more in future. But I’m sure you’ll be the height of fashion.”

One of the few points about the last year that brought Liam some happiness was that he hadn’t been taken outside much at all. He had no doubt news of his condition had spread everywhere by now but at least he hadn’t been seen like this by most people. There was once a time where working on his birthday would seem like a nightmare, he wished that was still the worst of his complaints.

Liam watched as Alicia’s highchair tray was moved and their father lifted her down from the seat. With his other hand he unlocked Liam’s highchair and took the birthday boy’s hand. Liam had no choice but to drop to his feet. Charlie walked out of the kitchen with the two babies.

As Liam climbed the stairs and heard his diaper crinkle with each step he could feel nothing but dread for what was coming. Not for the first time he wished he could leave home, he desperately wanted to move out so he could rid himself of this lifestyle but it was impossible. He was essentially a prisoner to his own family. He didn’t even have an income with which to save up any more.

“We’ll put Alicia down first.” Charlie said as they climbed the stairs.

Liam followed his father to the second floor and then down the landing to Alicia’s nursery. Liam was the last to go in to the pastel pink room and slouched by the door. As bad as he felt for himself he felt just as bad for his baby sister. The poor girl would never be given a chance, their parents were already talking about homeschooling her, he was sure their idea of homeschooling was to leave her as ignorant as possible, they wanted babies after all. Liam got the feeling she would get older but never be allowed to grow up.

Alicia’s diaper was wet but as Liam discreetly pressed his own padding he guessed she wasn’t as in need of a change as he was. He sulked by the door as Charlie changed Alicia, put her in a nightie and then put her in her crib. It was only a minute later that the two men were standing in Liam’s nursery. Charlie helped his son up to the changing table and started humming as he got together the changing supplies.

As Liam’s onesie was undone and the flaps allowed to spring up over his tummy he stared out the nearby window at the world he felt disconnected from. He heard the tearing sound of tapes coming off the front of the diaper and shuddered a little as the front was lowered between his legs. He bit his lip and wondered if he should bring up the topic that had been on his mind for the weeks leading up to his birthday.

“Hey, erm, Daddy?” Liam muttered quietly. Both his parents insisted on him using the childish terms for them.

“Yes?” Charlie replied as he pulled out some wipes and started wiping his son’s wet crotch.

“It’s been a year and…” Liam started. His hands nervously tapped on his tummy.

“Liam…” Charlie said. It was as if he could read Liam’s mind and already knew what was coming.

“I don’t feel less stressed!” Liam tried to stop from sounding like he was whining but it was tough to do, “I feel a lot worse!”

“You have to give these things time.” Charlie said patiently as he pulled the wet diaper out and balled it up.

“How much time!?” Liam hit the sides of the padded table in exasperation, “This whole thing is stupid and wrong and…”

“Ashley Hurst says…” Charlie started.

“Fuck Ashley Hurst!” Liam replied angrily, “I don’t care what she says! I’m an adult and I-”

Liam was suddenly cut off as his father lifted him up whilst still naked from the waist down. He looked furious as he picked Liam up with remarkable ease, with one hand underneath his bare butt and the other around his back Liam was lifted and taken towards the landing. To stabilize himself against all this suddenly movement Liam had to lock his hands behind his father’s neck and allow himself to be carried like a toddler.

“I will not have anyone in this house using language like that!” Charlie stated as he pushed open the bathroom door and put Liam down in front of the sink.

All the fight Liam had spent weeks trying to build up crumbled as he wilted under his father’s anger. He knew he was going to be punished, his parents didn’t suffer bad behaviour lightly after all. He could only wince as he was sat on the edge of the bath. Charlie walked to the sink and opened the faucet. When he held the bar of soap underneath the flow Liam knew what was coming, it was something his dad had done when he was a child and swore, it had only happened the once.

“I’m sorry!” Liam started desperately.

“You will be.” Charlie gruffly replied, “Open up.”

As the soap was held out Liam looked at it fretfully. Liam pursed his lips as the memories of the soapy taste filled his mind. He turned his head away and hoped this was all just a bluff to get him to behave. He felt ridiculous, to be sitting nakedly on the side of the tub like this.

“You’ll open your mouth unless you want a spanked butt to go with your punishment.” Charlie threatened.

Liam let out a groan of despair. He closed his eyes and opened his mouth slowly, he couldn’t stop the little whine that seemed to come from deep within him. He felt the soap pass his lips and soon he was clenching his teeth as lightly as possible to try and limit the damage. It was a waste of time, he couldn’t stop the soap from resting on his tongue and the taste was just as awful as he remembered.

“You can sit there and think about things for a little bit.” Charlie said as he stood up, “And lord help you if I come back to find that soap anywhere but your mouth.”

“Mmm…” Liam moaned around the soap as he looked at his father and begged for mercy.

It was no use. Charlie turned and left the bathroom leaving Charlie awkwardly perched on the edge of the bath with nothing to distract him from the bitter taste of soap that was quickly invading his whole mouth. He tried not to move anything from his neck up but he could still feel his teeth slowly sinking into the horrid gag.

Charlie returned upstairs a couple of minutes later but rather than coming into the bathroom to end the punishment he was carrying a couple of baby bottles filled with milk, he went into Alicia’s nursery and then Liam’s. Liam had to continue waiting as it felt like all his taste buds would be permanently tainted with the soap. He felt pathetic. A nineteen-year-old man waiting for his dad to come and take the soap out of his mouth so he could get into a fresh diaper and be put down for a nap.

“Learnt your lesson?” Charlie’s voice made Liam jump. Liam had been in such a pit of self-pity he hadn’t heard his dad walking up to the bathroom.

Liam eagerly nodded his head. He was desperate to get this soap out of his mouth as soon as he possibly could.

“Put it on the sink and then come into your nursery for your diaper.” Charlie ordered.

Liam didn’t waste a second in taking the soap out of his mouth. He stood up at the sink and tried to spit out the horrible taste but it lingered, he even put his finger on his tongue as if he could scrape the taste away, it was unsuccessful. He turned on the faucet and tried to rinse his mouth out. It was then that he felt something disastrous happening.

“Argh!” Liam was unable to stop himself from exclaiming as he felt warmth running down his inner thigh.

Liam looked down to see his bladder emptying freely on to his legs and the floor underneath him. In a panic he tried to hold the tip of his penis closed to stop what was happening. He tried to clench what remained of his atrophied bladder muscles but nothing did any good. The urine sprayed all over the floor as his attempts to stem the flow failed miserably.

“What are you doing!?” Charlie’s voice boomed from the doorway. He had walked away to the nursery but had clearly returned when Liam exclaimed. He was looking at his son with a mixture of shock and horror.

“I… I can’t help it!” Liam wailed as tears leaked from his eyes like urine leaked from his dick. It was the first time he had admitted to anyone that his potty training habits had slipped to a major degree. It was certainly the first time he had wet anything but his diaper in the last year.

Liam expected his dad to be furious. He expected him to dish out another punishment even as the taste of the previous one lingered in his mouth. What Liam didn’t expect was his father to break into a grin. Liam sobbed as he looked up at his father in confusion.

“Your mother will be so pleased!” Charlie said happily, “All the latest books have been saying total incontinence is the path to true happiness!”

Liam’s treacherous body had betrayed him yet again. His father came over and took a washcloth, as soon as Liam was finished peeing on the floor Charlie cleaned him up. This felt like a new low and the floor was already deeper than the Marianas Trench. He hung his head and sobbed as he was taken back to his nursery and put into a fresh diaper. He was laid down for his nap with a fresh bottle of juice dropped next to his pillow. The side of the crib rattled up locking Liam in until someone decided to come let him out.

“Have a nice nap.” Charlie said as he left the sniffling adult baby in the crib.

Liam rolled over to face the wall and came face-to-face with the brown teddy bear his parents had bought for him. He put his hand underneath it’s head and petulantly pushed it away. Despite his turmoil of emotions he felt his eyes fluttering closed before long. He had taken so many naps at this point his body had adapted to it.

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Liam's worst birthday continues. After his punishment at home and a nap he has to cover a shift for his old boss, Vinny. When Liam gets to the store he finds the business has changed and Vinny has some special plans for him.

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The crinkling was the first thing Liam heard as he returned to consciousness. He was lying on his back with his legs splayed open. His diaper was warm now and it’s weight pressed against him as he sleepily reached over to grab his bottle. Without opening his eyes Liam stuck the nipple into his mouth and started thirstily gulping down the now warm juice.

Liam only opened his eyes reluctantly when he finished his bottle and heard the nursery door open. Evie walked in and without even looking to the crib she started getting a change of diaper ready for him. Liam sighed, it seems his parents knew they didn’t need to check him, they just assumed that he needed a change and most of the time they were correct.

Liam sat up and his diaper crinkled loudly in the otherwise quiet room. He rubbed his eyes and when he was finished he saw that his mother had walked across the room and was now lowering the side of the crib. She smiling widely and it took Liam a few seconds to realise what was making her so happy. The unfortunate incident in the bathroom quickly came back to him.

“Good afternoon, sleepyhead.” Evie said as she stepped on the release for the side of the crib and let it rattle down.

Liam slid over to the side of the crib and dropped down to the floor. He felt the diaper he had wet in his sleep hang lower between his legs, it swung slightly as he walked and rubbed against his thighs. The diaper invaded every sense, he couldn’t help but see, feel, hear and even smell the disposable diaper at all times. He climbed on to the changing table without a word of complaint and laid back for his diaper change.

“Your Daddy told me the wonderful news!” Evie said happily as she lowered the front of the diaper and started cleaning Liam’s crotch, “I’m glad you’re getting into the program so much!”

Liam was about to retort about how much he hated the damn program and where it could be shoved but the taste of soap was still at the back of his mouth and the last thing he wanted was yet more punishment. He was forced to bite his tongue as his legs were rolled back so a fresh disposable diaper could be slid underneath him.

“Right, I’m going to get you dressed and then we just about have time for a quick meal before I take you to work.”

Work. How could Liam forget? He knew there was a reason he felt anxious and now he was just reminded. It had been a long time since his mom had forced him to quit and now he was expected to go back for a one-off shift to help out Vinny. If Liam had the choice he would never have agreed to this but, of course, the choice was taken out of his hands.

The new diaper was soon pulled over Liam’s crotch and taped snuggly closed. After being helped down from the changing table he had to stand almost naked in the centre of the room whilst Evie selected an “appropriate” outfit. To Liam the appropriate clothes would be his old uniform but he would’ve been very surprised if that was what his mother pulled out of the closet.

“Ah, here we go…” Evie said as she took something out and turned around to face Liam.

Liam was unsurprised but disappointed as he looked at the onesie his mother held out for him. It was black, which was the same colour his uniform used to be, with white cuffs around the edges of the holes. It was otherwise unremarkable and Liam owned at least ten other onesies just like it in various colors.

Liam was soon “dressed” if that was what you considered a diaper and onesie combination. He was then led by the hand down and out to the dining room. He was strapped into his highchair and forced to wait as his mother prepared some food. All Liam could do was sit and think about what was to come.

“Here you go.” Evie said all too soon for Liam’s liking.

The steaming bowl of bland baby mush was pretty much expected. Liam certainly wasn’t forced to eat it all that often but whenever he was supposed to have a light meal he found it being served to him more and more often. The bowl was placed on the tray with a small plastic spoon dipped in it. Liam was just about to reach for the spoon when his mother took it instead. She loaded the spoon up and blew on it to cool it before holding it to Liam’s lips.

“Mommy, I can do this myself…” Liam muttered embarrassedly.

“This’ll be quicker.” Evie replied.

Liam didn’t see how this could possibly be faster than him feeding himself but he allowed it to happen anyway. After just two mouthfuls Evie put the spoon down and hurried over to the drawers next to the sink.

“I almost forgot!” Evie said as Liam twisted to look behind him where Evie was rummaging for something.

A piece of cloth was lowered around Liam’s neck and he heard Velcro attaching behind him. He realised belatedly that he was being given a bib. He looked down with blushing cheeks to see the white cloth flattened to his chest. He read the inscription just as his mom sat back down and picked up the spoon.

“Mommy’s Special Little Boy.” Evie read as if Liam couldn’t do it himself, “I saw it online and just had to buy it!”

“I don’t need a bib!” Liam whined. As he spoke he saw his father walk in with Alicia in his arms. She was being sat in the highchair next to Liam.

Evie didn’t reply. Liam sighed and opened his mouth to receive more of the food, the taste wasn’t entirely unpleasant if only because it was almost completely bland. After a few spoonfuls of mush some of the food slipped down his chin and on to his bib. Liam looked accusingly at his mother as she chuckled. He was sure she did that on purpose just to embarrass him.

“Don’t pout.” Evie said through her thin-lipped smile, “Nearly finished.”

Liam swallowed the last of his food but turned his face away as his mother tried to use the bib to clean away some of the food still stuck to his face. Liam’s attempt to avoid the cloth was a waste of time as he felt his mouth being roughly scrubbed clean.

“Right, we better get going.” Evie said as she stood up and pulled the bib away from Liam.

“Have a good day.” Liam’s father said casually as he started preparing a more substantial meal for the rest of the family.

Liam was led to the hallway where he was given his shoes to put on. The Velcro sneakers were white with some red stripes on them, they looked like something a small child would wear. Liam stood up hesitantly, he wanted to put off what was coming as long as possible but Evie left him with little choice. His hand was taken and he was led out of the front door.

It was mid-afternoon and although the sun was out it was still a little chilly. Liam was grateful to get in the car and close the door behind him both because the air was cold on his exposed skin and because it lessened the time spent in the public eye. All his neighbours had seen what his life had become by now of course, but that didn’t mean Liam wanted to give them a show.

Vinny’s store looked much the same as the last time Liam had seen it. The old sign out front hadn’t been replaced and the paint was still peeling off the door. Unsurprisingly the window display was full of diapers and the “little” clothes that seemed to be worn by an increasing number of people. Even as Liam looked at the window he saw two young women walking past the shop in pink shortalls and with their hair in pigtails. It was all so normalised but Liam couldn’t understand why.

Liam only moved when his mother walked round to the pavement and opened the door for him. With reluctance Liam slid across the seat and out on to the pavement. He wanted to hurry into the relative privacy of the store but his mom held him by the arm as she popped the trunk.

“Right, I’ve packed your diaper bag.” Evie said as she lifted the familiar baby blue bag out of the car, “If you need a change be sure to ask Vinny, alright? He said he’d take care of everything.”

Liam looked at his mom as if she had grown a second head. There was no chance in hell that Liam was going to ask his gruff former boss to change his diaper. It didn’t seem Evie was going to wait for an answer though, she slipped the straps of the bag over her shoulder and locked the car. Liam followed behind his mother as the bell above the door rang and Liam was taken inside.

“Whoa…” Liam muttered as they stepped into the store.

One thing about Vinny’s shop had definitely changed. The store was packed with people and they were walking around the shelves with baskets, many of them filled with items. When Liam had worked here having this many people come in on one day would be considered a success yet alone having them all there at the same time.

Some of the people walking around were obviously padded and others were even dressed not too dissimilarly to Liam. No one looked quite as infantile as Liam though and he was led through the crowded store to the cash register where a hurried looking Vinny stood trying to quickly serve the line of customers in front of him. When he turned to see Liam he had to do a quick double take.

“You look perfect!” Vinny exclaimed, “Put your stuff out back and start helping people.”

“Nice to see you too…” Liam muttered under his breath. He was happy to have an excuse to go into the back room though and as his mom spoke to Vinny he took the diaper bag and walked to the backroom. Liam could’ve happily stayed in the backroom until the store closed but that was never going to be an option, instead he put his bag down and took his time getting ready.

“Liam!” Vinny shouted from the register, “Hurry up!”

Liam sighed and slowly walked out in to the main store. As he stepped through into the crowded area he felt his diaper warm around him. He tried not to let it show that he was uncontrollably wetting himself. He looked around the store feeling overwhelmed by all the people. He saw some people look his way, they would talk to their friends and point at him. He felt like less of a person and more a store accessory, an advertisement for some of the products on the shelves.

“Don’t just stand there.” Vinny exclaimed causing Liam to look around, “Go and help customers! Oh, and put on your nametag.”

Now Liam understood why he had been brought in. He realised the people were looking at him like an advertisement because that was exactly what he was. He was no different to the mannequins set up modelling the clothes except he could wander around.

Liam looked at the edge of the counter where a little badge was sat. He picked it and turned it over in his hands. It read “My name is: Liam. Feel free to ask me questions!” with smiley faces all around it. Liam pinned it to his chest and walked out amongst the people. He could see heads turning as he passed and heard everything from excited muttering to laughter. He just couldn’t believe that the store was doing such great business. As he looked around the shelves he found that basically all the products were from the same company, it was a company Liam had seen a lot of recently.

“I’ve heard that Think Little is the best company to go with.” One excitable young woman was saying to their friend as they were pulling at the elastic of a onesie.

Think Little products had sprung up everywhere. If there was a product compatible with the Stress Free Campaign there was a version of it sold by Think Little. Most of the stuff in Liam’s own house was made by the same company. They had seemingly sprung up out of nowhere but must now be making an absolute killing.

“Oh, hello, you look like you know about this stuff.” The excitable woman had turned around to see Liam standing awkwardly behind her, “Could you tell me about onesies and how practical they are? They certainly look comfortable.”

And so it started. There was no shortage of customers looking for assistance from Liam and for the next few hours he had a nearly non-stop task keeping up for demand from him. Most wanted basic advice which, as much as he hated to admit it, he was more than qualified to give. Some wanted more than a little help. A few of the customers wanted to use Liam to measure some things and some just wanted to ask him questions or make comments which embarrassed him even if they didn’t realise it.

“Do you really use the diapers for everything?”

“So you’re just like a baby?”

“You must be so relaxed! Not sure I could do it myself though…”

“It’s bit full on. Don’t you ever miss adult things?”

Liam was grateful when he looked at the clock and saw that there was just an hour left of his shift. There was no warning for what happened next. He had just finished suggesting a pack of diapers for a customer looking to put their whole family in them when he felt trouble.

A sudden cramp came on that didn’t alarm Liam too much at first. Normally the first cramp didn’t mean all that much, Liam was experienced enough with pooping himself to know that between the first cramp and an actual problem there was usually plenty of time. Even as his bladder control had reduced to practically nothing his bowels were a lot better.

Liam didn’t worry too much until he felt a sudden weight dropping into his disposable. He gasped as his diaper seemed to go from empty to full in less than a second, the oozing mess settling between his legs and over his butt. Right there, in the middle of the store, Liam bent over slightly and stuck his butt out behind him. After a full year of filling his pants Liam’s body acted almost instinctively as he pushed down and grunted. He knew some people were looking at him because of his odd behaviour but he didn’t think they knew what he was doing…

“Oh, perfect!” Vinny’s voice was loud and drew the attention of everyone in the store.

“No, no, no…” Liam whined even as he pushed again. A small grunt escaped his lips as he felt a couple of larger and more solid lumps join the growing mess.

“Ladies and gentlemen, we’ve been telling you how good these diapers are and now you can see for yourself!” Vinny walked around his counter and over to Liam.

Liam was cringing hard as he stood back up. The sloppy mess in his diaper pressed against his skin as the onesie pulled the diaper up close to his butt. Maybe his imagination was causing him to imagine things but it felt like his diaper must’ve been bulging out massively. He felt even worse as his boss was using him as a walking advertisement.

Vinny grabbed the nearby stepladder and placed it in the middle of what was a rapidly forming crowd of curious customers. Liam shook his head when Vinny pointed for him to get up on to it, in the end he didn’t have a choice as Vinny put a hand in his back and pushed him up. Liam had previously felt like a mannequin, now it seemed like he literally was one as Vinny pushed and pulled him until he was just the way Vinny wanted. Liam was stood up and facing the cash register, most of the shoppers were behind him.

“Ladies and gentlemen, here is a live demonstration on just how good these diapers are and how you won’t need to worry a thing whilst wearing them.” Vinny was like a ringleader at a circus drawing attention to the newest attraction at the freak show.

There was some interested muttering as more people came to see the show. Liam felt the temperature rising in his face as he was left bent over with his butt out behind him. He wanted to burst into tears and the only thing stopping him was not wanting to make himself more of a spectacle than he already was.

“You won’t find better diapers than these!” Vinny reached up and pat Liam’s butt.

Liam, bent over on the step ladder, winced as he felt the pats sticking the padding to his skin as the warm mush within acted like an adhesive. He felt Vinny’s rough hands against his inner thigh, a moment later he felt him pulling the poppers on his onesie apart. He cringed as he felt the elastic material spring back over his back whilst the front flap hung low between his legs. The heavy diaper sagged just a little more.

The shocked murmuring from the crowd made Liam blush. He obviously couldn’t see what his diaper looked like after his sudden messing but he didn’t imagine it was a pretty sight, the reaction in the crowd seemed to confirm that.

“This young man has just filled his diaper with everything he has.” Vinny announced, “To make sure he really tested these diapers I had his Mommy give him some powerful laxatives. I wanted all of you to see what these disposables can do!”

Liam’s mouth dropped open and his breath caught in his throat. He didn’t remember being given anything even vaguely medicinal, he had to assume his mom had drugged his food or drink. She had driven him here like this knowing he would poop his pants. His eyes filled with tears that he had to rapidly blink away. At least it explained why he didn’t have any control when the need to go suddenly came on.

“These diapers can take anything you put into it and will not leak!” Vinny called out, “Feel free to come forward. Have a hands on demonstration.”

Liam couldn’t believe anyone would take his boss up on the offer. For a few seconds all he could hear aside from his own pounding heartbeat was excited talking in the crowd that had gathered. He jumped suddenly as he felt a palm press against his ass. He heard a young woman giggling as she pressed the messy diaper against Liam.

“There’s a lot in there.” The young woman sounded amused as she assessed the size of Liam’s accident, “And it isn’t leaking at all, even the smell isn’t too bad!”

No sooner had the woman’s hand left Liam’s backside than another hand was taking it’s place. This one squeezed the load and seemed very impressed over how the padding returned to the correct shape. Liam tensed as he felt the stinky contents oozing around his diaper even further.

Liam had no idea how long he was stood on the stepladder and bent over like some kind of obscene statue. He lost count of the number of hands that had prodded, patted, poked, squeezed and spanked his backside. He just wanted it to end but there always seemed like more people were coming in to see what all the fuss was about.

“Alright, ladies and gentlemen, the store is closing in twenty minutes so please bring any purchases over to the cash register.” Vinny called out.

There was almost a stampede to get to the registers and as Liam finally stood up straight and stretched his back he saw that most of the customers were holding plastic packages full of diapers just like the one he had soiled. With his head bowed he stepped off the ladder and walked towards the backroom.

“Where are you going?” Vinny grunted as Liam passed him towards the door.

“I… I need to change.” Liam had to swallow down the sobs that threatened to bubble out of him.

“Are you crazy?” Vinny asked with a thin-lipped smile, “Look at all these people! I need you here on the other register.”

Liam wanted so badly to ignore Vinny and to walk to the back. He looked at the door which separated him from some small amount of privacy and peace. In the end he knew he had little choice. If he didn’t do what Vinny asked his parents would be told and then he would be punished yet again. With a frustrated noise Liam waddled to the cash register next to Vinny and started taking orders.

Liam had to stand there behind the counter in his extremely dirty diaper until Vinny took the money of the last customer and finally declared the store closed. Five minutes after the door was locked and whilst Vinny was counting his money gleefully there was a knock on the door. Liam looked up to see his mom.

“Alright, you can go.” Vinny didn’t look up from the money.

Liam wanted to ask if the money really mattered more than he did. They had once had a good relationship as employee and employer but Vinny seemed like a different person now that he could exploit him for money. Liam grabbed his diaper bag and started heading towards the door.

“Oh, and er, happy birthday.” Vinny casually said as Liam unlocked the door.

Liam had tears in his eyes as his mother took his hand and led him back to the car.

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I can tell this isn't going to have a happy ending, but I'm hoping that Charlie will divorce Evie and take his children to live a better life. I get the feeling he isn't 100% behind all this and is only keeping it up for his wife's sake.

I also have the feeling Ashley will be learning that fame isn't always glamorous.

I also also had a feeling that Mistress Violet was behind all this, but now I know that isn't the case. The one doing the blackmail isn't her, and isn't a woman, since they identify as a man. I'm incredibly curious as to who it is and what his connection is to Timothy. Based on how much money he's raking in, maybe it's someone who owns a brand of adult diapers Timothy purchased?

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My guess is ashley had the unpotty training surgery to promote it, and now *needs* diapers.

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I do love seeing people predicting what will happen. Glad my story is intriguing enough for people to have theories about 🙂

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Ashley has a very special broadcast for her followers which is followed by some very special time with Nick.

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Ashley sat in her purpose built studio. She fiddled nervously with her keyboard as she adjusted the settings of the lighting rig that hung from the ceiling. Construction on the extension to the house had only recently been completed, the studio was paid for by the money that now came flooding into Ashley’s bank account. It was state-of-the-art and totally overblown for what she needed but she couldn’t help herself.

The last year had been a whirlwind for Ashley. Endorsements, advertisements, merchandise, books, if you could name it there was a version out there that was bringing in money for Ashley. She had stumbled into this strange world but it had been the best decision of her life. After her first appearance on television a year previously she had jumped into the campaign with both feet. No longer content to just be swept along by the wave she had leaned into it. She was the human face of the campaign that had swept the country. It had made her obscenely rich.

“Don’t be nervous.” Nick said as he walked forwards and rubbed Ashley’s back.

“Who said I’m nervous?” Ashley replied a little too quickly.

“You’re easier to read than one of those baby books in your nursery.” Nick leaned down to whisper.

Ashley squirmed a little in embarrassment. It had been a year but she still felt bashful about things pertaining to her little side. The spare bedroom in their house had now become a full blown nursery that any little girl would be happy with. It was pink, full of toys and baby activities. There was a large crib, a changing table and everything was custom made. Ashley was putting her new wealth to good use.

“What are you worried about?” Nick asked as he crouched down next to Ashley.

Ashley was sitting on the floor with a selection of toys around her. She crinkled as she brought her knees up to her chest and rested her chin on them. The pink dress she was wearing barely covered the bottom of her diaper at the best of times but now it rose up high exposing it to the camera pointed her way but not yet recording.

“This just feels like a big step.” Ashley said as she leaned into her boyfriend lovingly, “Obviously they know about the diapers and stuff but to say I’m living it all the time…”

“Your books have been advising just that.” Nick chuckled.

“You know I don’t write those!” Ashley sighed.

“Look, you’re beautiful, smart and a great entertainer.” Nick tapped his hand on Ashley’s head, “Just press record and I’m sure it will all come to you naturally.”

Ashley took a deep breath and looked up at the camera which stared back unblinkingly, she lowered her legs so her diaper wasn’t obscenely exposed. She put her hand on the mouse and hovered over the record button. She looked at Nick who remained by her side and gave her a reassuring smile. This would be the first time he was appearing on camera with her.

As Ashley clicked the record button and the red light on the camera switched on she felt a rumble in her gut. The laxative she had taken earlier was making itself known and was removing the choice from her, she would have to start her video announcement now. It was acting faster than she had expected.

“Hi boys and girls!” Ashley said into the lens, “I have a very special video for you all today…”

Ashley faltered for a second and felt Nick’s hand give her shoulder a quick squeeze of reassurance. She couldn’t tell Nick that half the reason she had paused was because of the cramp that seemed to run across her belly.

“Many of you know this man here.” Ashley said as she gestured towards Nick, “He’s been the boyfriend that I’ve talked about in so many of these videos. Well, today we have a few announcements and the first one is that we are now officially engaged!”

As Ashley stopped she looked up into Nick’s eyes and the pair shared a little kiss. She took a deep breath as she turned back to the camera to continue. Of the three announcements that was probably the easiest to make.

“There’s been some changes in our lives as well.” Ashley continued, “I’ve been reading your comments where you’ve been asking why I don’t put my money where my mouth is. You’ve reminded me often that I advise jumping into the lifestyle as deeply as possible. Well, I can now say that we will be practicing the lifestyle twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week.”

Ashley winced and held her breath for a second as she rode out the wave of another cramp.

“You might be wondering what differences that means for me.” Ashley said, “Well, for a start Nick will not be referred to as my boyfriend or fiancé, he will be my Daddy. Many of you will have heard the bill making it through government making “Mommy” or “Daddy” an official title and we want to be on the forefront of this.”

This was the part Ashley had been equally excited for and dreading. It wasn’t coming a moment too soon either as the pressure in her bowels grew. She felt something travel across her bowels from right to left joining what she knew was already waiting to be let out. This next part would happen quickly, she was already blushing. She glanced nervously at Nick and could see that he knew what was going on.

“I, erm, I…” Ashley stuttered nervously.

The red light was suddenly oppressive. Ashley didn’t know why she was suddenly having a hard time doing something she wasn’t a stranger to. She’d even done this on national television so why was this so difficult. It felt so different, right here in her own home surrounded by her personal effects it felt so much more intimate. Maybe the acknowledgement of how her life and relationship had changed made her feel nervous.

“I think this little baby has an owie tummy, don’t they?” Nick seemed to notice that Ashley was struggling and took over.

Ashley bit her bottom lip and offered a nervous little smile. She slowly nodded her head feeling the temperature in her face skyrocket, she must’ve been as red as the recording light on her camera.

“Does Baby Ashley need to go poopy?” Nick asked in a cutesy voice designed explicitly for small children.

Ashley silently cursed Nick for doing this on camera. In some ways she was grateful he was taking over when she had hit a roadblock but on the other hand he knew what that voice did to her!

“Yes, Daddy.” Ashley squeaked out.

“Are you going to fill your little diapers?” Nick asked playfully. He was fully embracing his role, “Is Daddy going to have to get you a new Cutiebutts diaper to put on your little butt? Are you going to be a little mush-tush?”

Ashley looked at the red light on the camera and blushed even harder. This was so embarrassing and yet she loved every moment of it. Her control was slipping and her Daddy was taking over right in front of all her fans. She found herself becoming wet and it had nothing to do with her bladder.

Nick placed his hands on Ashley’s shoulders and gently turned her around. He bent her over at the waist and flipped up the bottom of her frilly dress to show the baby pants underneath. Ashley felt like she had less control of her situation than ever before. She bit her bottom lip as she lowered down even further.

“Show all your friends how you got potty in your baby panties.” Nick said as he started rubbing Ashley’s belly.

It was like Nick had a direct line into Ashley’s bodily functions. He told her to let go and she felt unable to resist. She squatted down a little lower as Nick moved the camera closer. She closed her eyes and held her breath, she started pushing down knowing that thousands were watching her and millions more would see the video.

Ashley let out a little grunt as she bore down. She could feel it coming and yet still gasped as her backdoor opened up and a solid lump started surging out. She felt her temperature rising as the sticky lump started pushing out the rear of her diaper. The turd started spreading against the padding and Ashley could feel it tickling her as it spread up and down. When it finally finished coming out she shuddered a little. The slimy waste nestled snuggly in the bottom of the diaper and spread between her cheeks.

“Is there more to come?” Nick asked softly.

“Uh huh.” Ashley grunted as she started pushing down again.

The laxatives had clearly loosened everything up and Ashley felt a loud rumble in her belly that definitely would’ve been picked up by the camera’s microphone. After that poop seemed to just explode into her diaper. One second there was a single turd sitting against the padding and the next it felt like the rear half of her disposable had been filled. Ashley gasped as it seemed to just keep going in a semi-solid mudslide without end.

“I’m going to leak!” Ashley exclaimed anxiously.

“No you’re not.” Nick’s calm voice of reassurance came from behind her, “Push it all out, baby.”

Ashley could feel the diaper pushing out in the rear. It certainly felt like she might suffer a sudden blow out but she had full trust in her Daddy. She grunted as she pushed down again. As if her embarrassment couldn’t get any worse she loudly farted before she completed her soiling. The last of the poop spreading up towards her upper back and sinking low causing the leg bands of the diaper to almost separate from her legs.

With a final shiver Ashley allowed her bladder to relax and as she panted after the soiling she freely wet herself. The front of the diaper quickly grew just as hot as the back, the padding being completely used and ruined. Having finally finished Ashley felt Nick put her hand on her bulging rear.

“You really had to go, huh?” Nick said.

Ashley felt embarrassment and excitement in equal measure. She was still facing away from the camera as she bit her lip and nodded her head. As Nick pressed into the padding at the rear Ashley pressed into it from the front. She could feel the contents shifting around the padding touching her skin was electrifying.

“Well, my little girl desperately needs a diaper change.” Nick said to the camera with a smile, “Thank you all for watching. Stay padded and stay stress free!”

Ashley heard Nick fumbling around behind her as he put the camera back on it’s mount. She had to laugh as she heard him cursing and failing to find the stop recording button for a few seconds. As she slowly stood up and the seal of her diaper was broken she could smell what she had done. The diaper seemed to stick to her as well as hang down low between her legs.

“I think that went well.” Nick said as he clicked a few buttons and then walked up behind his fiancée.

Ashley moaned a little as she felt Nick grope her lumpy rear. She found herself pressing her butt backwards into his hand without a second thought. For a few seconds they remained with Ashley enjoying the massaging of her disposable. She loved the way the mushy diaper felt as it was rubbed against her sensitive skin.

“Now… I’m going to take you upstairs, get you out of that diaper, bathe you…” Nick leaned in right next to Ashley’s ear before continuing in a deep whisper, “And then I’m going to fuck you.”

Ashley nearly collapsed as her knees went weak. She was like putty in Nick’s hands, she was entirely in his control, his to command. He felt the massaging of her diaper become more insistent, they became pats which became spanks. The squishing inside Ashley’s diaper was intoxicating.

“Yes, Daddy.” Ashley breathed.

Ashley started waddling towards the exit of her studio. Her massively bulging rear end swayed behind her as the tapes did a heroic job of holding the disposable up. Her dress ruffled around her as she awkwardly walked towards the bathroom with Nick staying a few steps away. The bathroom was large and they had a shower that could easily fit the pair of them.

Ashley pulled her dress over her head and heard the door close behind her as she folded it up. She turned, naked except from the dirty white padding on her crotch. She saw Nick stripping off as well. His shirt came over his head revealing the slim body beneath, his pants soon followed leaving him in his underwear. Ashley could see his manhood already thickening and the little wet spot on his underpants showed he was as excited as she was.

Nick pulled his underpants down and allowed his straining cock to flop out. It pointed right at Ashley who could feel herself moistening again. Half of her wanted to just drop down on to her knees and crawl up to Nick there and then but he was soon turning and walking to the shower where he turned on the water.

“You are so hot.” Nick said as he stepped back and waited for the water to warm up, “You know that?”

Ashley blushed again and bashfully looked away. She felt Nick put her hand on her chin and turn her back to facing him. She opened her mouth and closed her eyes as he kissed her deeply. She was thankful he had put his arm around her since without it she felt like she might melt into the floor. Without breaking the kiss Ashley felt Nick steering her towards the edge of the walk-in shower.

The kiss was finally broken as Nick looked down at the disaster that was Ashley’s diaper. His hands ran down her body past her breasts, Ashley’s nipples stiffened at the delicate touch, until his fingers were playing with the tapes on her disposable. He pulled off the top two tapes and that loosened the underwear enough to allow the smell to escape.

“The things I do for love…” Nick said softly. He chuckled as he bent down slightly to rest one hand underneath the full diaper.

Ashley saw Nick’s free hand pulling at her remaining tapes and allow the padding to drop into his hand. As quickly as possible he lowered it to the floor, he was unable to hide his wince as he quickly folded the diaper up and taped it closed. As he took it out of the room Ashley stepped into the shower. She took the showerhead from the holder and started cleaning herself off. The warm water felt blissful on her dirty backside.

Ashley was facing the wall with the pouring water drowning out all other sound. She jumped when she felt his hands touch her shoulders. Without a word Nick took the showerhead and started using it to clean off the areas Ashley had missed. When Ashley felt a push in her back she bent over knowingly exposing her most private areas to Nick. As the water sprayed up against her sensitive slit she couldn’t help but moan. When he had finished rinsing her he placed the showerhead back in its usual spot.

Ashley didn’t have to do anything. She felt Nick soap her up and rinse her off again, by the time he was finished she already felt sparklingly clean. She turned to face Nick who moved closer to her, his dick pressed against her upper thigh as he locked her in another kiss with the water still cascading over both of them.

Ashley expected to get out of the shower now that she was clean but Nick blocked her way and was smiling at her. She suddenly realised that the cleaning and the sex were all going to be part of one event. She turned around and bent over like she had done for her cleaning but this time she felt some very different sensations.

With no preamble Nick stepped closer until the swollen purple head of his cock was nuzzling against her womanly folds. Ashley whimpered with need before she felt the rock hard rod press into her. She automatically pushed back against him spreading her legs to allow as much penetration as possible.

It was like Nick’s cock was made for her as it seemed to hit all the pleasure centres deep inside her. She was quickly feeling herself cresting towards an orgasm. All the teasing and the pooping had already excited her so much that it wasn’t taking much to push things into top gear. Her muscles tensed and relaxed almost out of her control. Her moans and whimpers were coming without any forethought and she could tell it was exciting Nick even more. It was as if her body wasn’t even under her own control.

Ashley felt her orgasm exploding through her suddenly. The muscles in her pussy clamped down and then let go rhythmically as she practically screamed. One hand grabbed the shower curtain and threatened to pull it down whilst the other squeezed a shampoo bottle so hard the cap came off and the thick liquid sprayed up the wall.

“Yes! Daddy!” Ashley exclaimed as she looked up and felt the water from the shower cascade down over her face.

Nick grunted several times as his thrusting became erratic. Ashley was panting as she came hard. She felt Nick pause for a second and let out a strangled gasp before one final thrust sent Nick over the edge. Ashley smiled and arched her back as she felt Nick explode, his hot seed spurting deep inside of her and his cock pulsing in ecstasy.

Ashley exclaimed again as Nick pulled out of her. She looked down between her legs and saw some of Nick’s cum drip down on to the bottom of the shower. She slumped down and shivered. When she sat on the bottom of the tub she saw her fiancé reach over and turn off the water. He stepped out of the bath and held a towel open for Ashley.

“I think you need a new diaper.” Nick said as Ashley stepped into the towel and felt it wrapped around her along with her fiancé’s arms.

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So ashley has been a year in diapers with no loss of control? Underwhelming for the hetero interest protagonist 🙁

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Timothy Martyn has long struggled with a blackmailer who has hijacked his presidency so when he receives a mysterious "gift" he is immediately suspicious. It turns out to be just the start of a very bad day though as he soon gives a press conference he is sure will never be forgotten.

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Timothy sat at his desk staring at the package on the table. He nervously bit his nails, if he looked any harder he would’ve expected to see right through it. It had been several hours since he had personally retrieved the delivery which, needless to say, was very unorthodox for a president to do. It took several minutes for the mail room to go through the protocols, they really wanted to inspect it but President Martyn had demanded it remained sealed. He had no idea what was in it but he didn’t want anyone to know before he did.

Ever since the mystery caller had told Timothy to look out for the package the President had indeed been thinking about little else. He had no idea what was inside the box now sitting on his desk but he knew it wouldn’t be good. It had been three hours since the box had been brought in and Timothy still hadn’t been able to bring himself to open it. His foot bounced on the floor as he tried to think of any way he could put off the opening. He knew if his blackmailer knew he was hesitating it wouldn’t be good.

“Fuck it…” Timothy sighed as he stood up.

Timothy took his letter opener and started cutting the tape that held the plain cardboard box closed. There was a certain excitement in opening the mystery box though it was heavily tempered by anxiety. As he opened the flaps of the box he saw immediately that it was clothing though he wasn’t sure what exactly. It was a light blue in colour and as Timothy rubbed his fingers against the cloth he could feel that it was thin and somewhat smooth.

Against the side of the box there was an envelope. Timothy pulled it out, the white envelope was blank except for the name “Timmy” scrawled across the front in someone’s handwriting. He wished he could send this to the FBI to get it analysed but that would invite a lot of questions that he wasn’t prepared to answer.

“Dear Timmy.” The note inside the envelope started, “We feel like the clothing in this box should be somewhat familiar to you. We’ll be watching your press conference tonight and expect you to repay our kindness by wearing it. Good baby.”

Timothy’s lips pressed together tightly and he belatedly realised he had been grinding his teeth. Ever since pulling the letter out. He dropped it on to the desk next to the cardboard box and then reached in for the clothing. He had a strong suspicion he knew what it was but it was only confirmed when he pulled out the folded blue material and let it flop down.

Timothy looked on grimly as the onesie unfolded. Apart from the white cuffs around the neckline and legs it was entirely baby blue. There were little metal fastened on the two flaps. The blackmailer was certainly correct in saying this onesie was familiar. It was exactly the same as an outfit he had worn at Mistress Violet’s nursery several time. He checked the label and saw it was made by Think Little. The name was familiar, it was the same company that made the diapers he wore, in fact it was the same company that seemingly made everything for the Stress Free Campaign. Their name had been all over the place since all this had started. He remembered seeing their name in Mistress Violet’s nursery as well, they had been supplying baby stuff for adults for a long time.

Timothy’s mind turned back to the present and he tensed up. Somehow the blackmailer had known he was going to hold a press conference that evening despite it only being set up earlier that day. There was no way the mysterious villain could’ve known about it. Was it just a lucky guess? Timothy had been paranoid ever since this craziness had started one year ago but now he was more suspicious than ever. Irrelevant of everything else he had to face going out in front of the press in this babyish outfit.

Going in front of people in a diaper was one thing but outwardly wearing infant clothes would be turning the dial even further. He was already under extreme pressure, it seemed likely he would be on the front pages of all the newspapers with people questioning his sanity. He had already resigned himself to having no chance at a second term in office but now he had to wonder if he would escape being institutionalised.

Timothy stared at the onesie. If his look had been any harder he felt like the cloth would burst into flame. He was only startled out of his deep thoughts when there was a knock on the door. Blinking and remembering where he was Timothy quickly balled the onesie up, shoved it into the box and pushed the box under his desk. He sat down and although he felt like there was something amiss he took a deep breath and tried to get back to what passed for professional.

“Come in.” Timothy called out.

The door opened and Timothy saw his personal assistant coming in. The young woman was wearing a pantsuit with some tell-tale bulges around the crotch. She had a pair of half-rimmed glasses that balanced precariously on her small nose. Her dirty blonde hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail. She was holding various folders and paperwork.

“Good afternoon, sir.” The secretary said as she walked across the oval office and sat in the chair opposite Timothy.

“Samantha.” Timothy smiled, “What can I do for you?”

“Just want to run through the afternoon’s engagements.” Samantha said as she laid some paperwork out on the desk.

Timothy settled back in his seat as Samantha started listing everything in his diary. It was nice to have some normalcy after everything that had been going on, for just a few seconds he was able to forget about the hell his presidency had become.

“… then at three you have a meeting with the head of the counter terrorism division, at four you have a photoshoot with some girl scouts…” Samantha checked off each engagement as she came to it, “At half four you have a break for thirty minutes and then… a meeting… with…”

Timothy had closed his eyes but was listening and nodding with each appointment. When Samantha trailed off he opened his eyes again and saw her looking at the desk. He wondered what she was staring at, leaning back as he was he couldn’t see much of his desk but something had her very distracted.

“I should go…” Samantha said as she stood up.

“What about the press conference?” Timothy asked with a frown.

“It’s just a general one. I’ll have the script sent to you.” Samantha replied. She had gathered her things and made her exit as quickly as possible.

Timothy sat up and wondered what had suddenly gotten into her. He looked down at the desk to where Samantha’s attention had gone and felt his heart skip a beat. He reached forwards and picked up a small pacifier that was sitting on top of a picture that made his blood run cold. It was a photograph of him fully dressed as a baby with Mistress Violet.

Timothy put his head in his hands. The pacifier must’ve fallen out of the box when he pulled the onesie out. That would’ve been difficult to explain when he had tried to promote the image of being into the diaper part of the Stress Free Campaign but not the baby side but the photograph was like a smoking gun. He could only pray Samantha would keep it to herself, he would have to offer her a pay rise or something to secure her silence.

Picking up the photograph, Timothy stared at the image and wondered why it had been included in the box. Was it just a reminder that the mysterious man on the other end of the phone owned him and could bring him down in a moment. Timothy was about to tear the photo in two and throw it in the trash when something caught his eye.

In the corner of the room he could see a pile of clothes. He looked closer, he almost felt like a television detective poring over the smallest detail that had been overlooked for the rest of the episode. There was no evidence about who was involved but there was still some interesting information. The clothes in the corner were from his presidential wardrobe, it was what he had worn when he had visited the Mistress one year prior. Did she know someone was taking photos? Was he followed? He had snuck out but someone clearly knew where he was going to be. Was there a hidden camera in there somewhere?

Timothy’s first thought was to phone Mistress Violet up and question her. She had previously said that she had nothing to do with his troubles and he believed her but these creepy shots taken from outside the window was causing his paranoia to ramp up again. Even if Mistress Violet knew nothing of the photographs she should probably be warned.

Timothy pulled out his private cell phone and took himself into the bathroom. The changing table dominated the room now and he perched on top of it as he dialled the number. The phone rang several times before cutting off without an answer. Timothy felt nervous. Was Mistress Violet just busy or was she deliberately avoiding him?

“Calm down, Timmy.” Timothy said to himself quietly.

Timothy took a deep breath. He remembered Mistress Violet telling him one year ago that her business was getting popular thanks to the campaign, if it had kept growing at the same pace she would be rushed off her feet. Timothy had enough enemies at the moment without creating more through his lack of trust.

“Be careful.” Timothy typed into his phone, “Someone got photos of my last appointment.”

Timothy hit send and hoped that would be enough. He was sure Mistress Violet wasn’t in danger but the privacy of her clients needed to be kept if at all possible. He had to chuckle to himself when he read over the message again, if that text was intercepted by the press he could only imagine the headlines that would follow.

A knock on the door of the Oval Office brought Timothy back to his desk. He had to do what he had been doing for the past year, put all of his troubles to one side and focus on his job. He took another deep breath and scanned his desk to make sure there was no more incriminating evidence on there.

“Come in.” Timothy called out.

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Timothy was stood in the little preparation room thinking that this was it. There was no way his presidency would survive this. He’d been in rocky waters from the start but this was pushing his luck too far. He could hear the gentle murmur of the press just beyond the door. The White House press room was alive with activity.

The press conference was originally going to be quite boring and just a general update on how the country was doing. At the last minute he had signalled his press secretary to tell the media that there had been a change of plans. Now journalists and news anchors were all abuzz with what the press conference was going to be about.

The instructions had been clear and the e-mail that had followed them up had included more humiliating instructions as well as a clear warning as to what would happen if he refused. It wasn’t just the threat of going down as the worst president ever and having to resign in ignominy any more. With the amount of resources expended he could face investigation and even imprisonment. He was in too deep to pull out now. If he could do it all over again he would’ve come clean right at the start, the embarrassment would’ve been nothing compared to what the country had become.

“Are you ready, sir?” Vice-President John Parlour asked as he stuck his head through the door.

“N-Nearly.” Timothy replied shakily, “Just a few more minutes.”

“OK, sir.” John nodded, “Are you sure that’s what you want to wear? It’s just…”

“Yes.” Timothy replied cutting his Vice-President off, “I’m sure.”

“Yes, sir.” John nodded his head, “I’ll ask them to give you a bit more time.”

Timothy looked at his Vice-President with something approaching love. Throughout everything John had been nothing but professional. When Timothy issued orders that made his cabinet mutinous it was John who went to bat to soothe everyone. Even now, when John walked in on Timothy in this ridiculous outfit he barely batted an eyelid.

It certainly was a ridiculous outfit that Timothy was wearing. The freshly changed diaper bulged out obscenely underneath the onesie. Timothy felt stupid but knew he had to do exactly as the blackmailer had asked. As he looked at himself grimly in the mirror he lifted his presidential red tie and put it around his neck. The piece of serious clothing only seemed to highlight how absurd the outfit truly was.

Timothy took a couple of minutes to just close his eyes and try to centre himself. The incoming humiliation was going to be massive but there was no way to avoid it. The only thing he could hope was that he was overhyping how bad it would be in his head, maybe no one would care as much as he thought.

“John!” Timothy called out. A second later the door opened and the Vice-President stuck his head in. Timothy turned to look at him gravely, “I’m ready.”

John smiled and nodded his head. He pushed the door open and started gesturing to some people in the small corridor connecting the preparation room with the media room that the press conference was to take place in.

“Ladies and gentlemen, the President of the United States of America.”

Timothy took a deep breath as he heard chairs shifting and the quiet chatter die down. He put his hand on the doorknob and slowly turned it. He knew that when he pushed this door open and stepped out on stage a big part of what remained of his credibility would go into the toilet. With a shake of the head he pushed and opened the door.

The President stepped out on to the stage to the flash of cameras. He heard shocked murmuring and as he glanced out at the assembled reporters he could see many already furiously taking notes. He couldn’t believe what he was about to do, no doubt he would go down in history for all the wrong reasons. He reached the podium and was pleased to have something covering his bare legs, the onesie left little to the imagination. He had to wait for a few seconds before the whispers melted away. Timothy looked into the lens of the main camera and tried to ignore how there were likely hundreds of millions of people laughing at him right at that moment.

“My fellow Americans, this administration has launched many initiatives in an effort to transform the country into a place we can all be proud of.” Timothy paused for a second and heard at least one of his audience let out a sarcastic laugh, “At the forefront of our radical agenda we have made healthcare more affordable, we have invested in infrastructure, we have…”

Even as Timothy spoke in the most authoritative voice he could muster he knew none of these changes would be remembered. There was only one thing he would be remembered for no matter what he did to improve the country he had inherited. He ploughed on through the other achievements his administration had made in it’s first year nonetheless.

“Finally, we implemented the Stress Free Campaign...” Timothy took a deep breath and felt butterflies swarming in his stomach. Bearing in mind what he had to do that might have been to his advantage.

There was a palpable change in the atmosphere when Timothy brought up the diapers. It was like the air grew thicker with anticipation. The front pages and headline news all waited for what he was about to say. He wanted to tell everyone to stop the craziness but that was not an option. He looked down at the words on his script and sighed internally. He couldn’t let the cameras see how defeated he was.

“Millions of Americans have listened to the scientific and medical advice to move to a stress free life.” Timothy knew he was lying. The “scientific and medical advice” was a load of rubbish but it was the only thing he had to push, “Latest figures suggest half the country are engaged with the campaign in one way or another.”

Timothy paused for a second as he let that sink in. Half the population… That was roughly one-hundred-and-sixty-million people. All those people influenced by the crap he was spreading. He suddenly felt nauseous and wasn’t sure if it was guilt or the pills he took before coming on stage kicking in.

“This administration has been proud to support the campaign and that is why I called this press conference.” Timothy’s heart was hammering and his throat was dry, “That is why we are going to… double spending on the program and make it our top priority.”

There was an immediate change in the room. Timothy looked out at the crowd and tried to maintain his composure as pictures were taken, notes were written and the journalists started muttering to each other. He knew what their conversations would be about, they would be questioning if he had genuinely lost his mind.

“Mr. President, you are already investing a staggering amount of money into this campaign.” A reporter Timothy recognised had stood up to speak, “With this increase you’ll be spending more on the campaign than on the military. Where is the money coming from?”

It was no secret that the defence budget of the United States was gargantuan. Timothy knew that by giving the Stress Free Campaign more money than the military he was inviting all sorts of outrage. The war hawks would be furious that the military was being relegated in priority whilst most doves would be angry at the spending on this ridiculous campaign rather than on healthcare or social welfare.

“Obviously we have to work within a budget.” Timothy said carefully, “So we will be looking at cutting some money from other departments.”

The murmuring started up again and Timothy knew he had just opened a monstrously big can of worms. He also knew that this wasn’t the worst part of what he had to stand in front of the media and do that day.

“Do you think it’s appropriate to wear the clothes you are wearing when making a statement to the nation?” Another reporter stood up to ask. She looked disgusted as she looked at the onesie.

“I’m both the creator and biggest supporter of the Stress Free Campaign...” Timothy lied, “I’m merely showing my commitment to the campaign and-”

“What do you say to the people who think this is all pseudoscientific nonsense and that your support of it is almost criminally irresponsible.” It was a young man standing up now and staring at Timothy intently.

Timothy put a hand to his tummy as he felt a cramp squeezing his insides. He winced but it wasn’t just his internal pains making him feel that way. He had been interrupted by a reporter, that would’ve been unthinkable under anyone else’s presidency and it showed that he was losing the respect of the people he was supposed to lead.

“Sir, what do you say to the people who claim you are making corrupt deals with the Think Little company?” It seemed like it was open season for the reporters now.

That was a new accusation to Timothy. He had heard of Think Little of course, their name was everywhere these days. He knew them before the Stress Free Campaign though because they were one of the biggest suppliers of adult baby diapers and accessories. It was their best diaper, the Cutiebutts, which he wore every day now. He knew they had grown with the explosion of adult baby activities but he hadn’t done any deals with them or any of the other companies that had sprung up to take advantage of the market.

“No… No more questions.” Timothy said as he waved his hand in front of him, “I wish to show you my commitment to the cause.”

Timothy swallowed nervously. The next part of the press conference was the part he was most afraid of. It was something he had done plenty of times in the past but he had never done it in front of an audience… except for Mistress Violet.

The instructions from the blackmailer had been clear. Timothy stepped to the side of the podium and stopped, he saw the cameras and eyes of everyone in the room following him. His arms shook slightly as he bent over forwards and undid the snaps on his onesie. He could hear the journalists mumbling to each other as he turned around and lifted both the front and rear flaps. He closed his eyes and lowered himself.

Timothy let his cramping bowels release. He was shocked by how fast the pressure grew and then forced his ring open, he tried to ignore the gasps and exclamations happening behind him as he pushed into his diaper. He couldn’t believe he was doing this on a stage in front of the world. There was no reason for it other than his blackmailer messing with him.

With a grunt Timothy felt the diaper pushing away from his body as he filled it with waste. He knew this was being shown to the whole country, so many people watching the most powerful man in the world filling his Cutiebutts on the stage. He pushed out everything he had, the rear of the diaper bulging out as it filled.

As Timothy finally stood back up and turned sideways he knew he was showing just how packed his disposable had become. With this last request of the blackmailer fulfilled he hung his head to avoid the looks of the people that were now shouting questions and accusations at him. The cameras flashed as he retreated to the exit. The heavy load in his diaper smeared against him as he waddled awkwardly out. He was sure the news was already flooded with the latest antics of the President.

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The last three chapters have closed scene essentially the exact same way...., a poopy diaper. It's a little formulaic. Is that the money shot? I really like the premise, but now it seems it's running low or narrative and just aiming for the O each time.

I personally don't think the time jump was necessary so early. The narrative had legs, the oxymoron of struggle in the stress free campaign would be so more prevalent in the first year....., the first time all the characters have a genuine accident, being seen by their friends (non subscribers to the government bs) for the first time and that whole situation.

If the girl had been found out she was cheating her promoting and still wearing panties and using the potty, the sponsors could have applied some pressure and discouraging tactics.

The president arc has the least life in it, he's just a plot tool to further the "law", there's no sense of sympathy in his plight. Maybe I just hate governments.

Maybe the story could have the boy cast his mind back to situations in the last year, like a flashback, to explore and expand the first time he realized he's wet without knowing, and when he's seen by girls from school whilst his mom is picking up supplies at the grocery store, and they put two and two together, and his mom checks him infront of them.

The year jump has skipped over alot of natural and fall off the tongue story and character progress, and with no clear indication of why or benefit to do so.

I feel it's been written into a corner, because the characters haven't had the time to be filled out and the pigeon they're put in in the first few chapters, which is all we know and how we observe them, doesn't properly apply to them in their +1 year development "off camera", and there's a disjoint.

The writing and premise is excellent, and unique. I just wonder if you could jump in the delorean and go back 11 months...., you'll find more story there. But avoiding seeing your past self!

Thanks for your writing 🙂

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Ashley is famous but rather than resting on her laurels she wants to go out and make a change... it doesn't hurt if doing so gets her more money and attention. After a hard day it is back to the hotel for special time with Daddy.

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Ashley

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“We want respect!” Ashley yelled through the megaphone. She was stood on a platform in front of a huge crowd, “Too long have we been forced to accept the attacks from the press!”

The gathered crowd responded with a cheer. There were thousands outside the gates of the White House. It was common to see protests against the President and the Stress Free Campaign in this spot but Ashley had mobilised her millions of followers for a protest demanding more respect. Ashley had her Daddy and fiancé right behind her. She was dressed in a frilly pink dress, her diaper poked out underneath the bottom. She displayed her disposable without a care in the world. She was padded and proud!

“Just because we choose to live our lives in diapers doesn’t mean we should be treated like what goes in them!” Ashley exclaimed.

There was a ripple of laughter from the crowd as they applauded and shouted their agreement. Ashley smiled and nodded her head appreciatively. In front of her was thousands of people, all of them padded and all of them dedicated to the Stress Free Campaign that had made her very wealthy.

Beyond the thousands supporting the cause there were many more people. Ashley looked over the heads of her supporters to the line of police and then an equally sized crowd of anti-diaper protestors. Things had been getting heated and the police at times had trouble separating the two crowds. Ashley’s attention was drawn to a large banner that had been unfurled that read “Ashley Hurst = Devil” and another sign that said she was a government plant. She was somewhat used to this but it still stung a little.

“We demand more!” Ashley called out, “Subsidise diapers for the poor! Teach the Stress Free Campaign in schools! More research! More money! More respect!”

The crowd screamed in appreciation. Ashley had whipped them up into an almost religious fervour. She held out her arms to receive the adulation of the crowds. She wasn’t alone in organising this, of course, she was one of many influencers involved but it was obvious that she was the main event. Ashley knew it as well and she revelled in the fame.

This had been building up for a long time for Ashley. After her career got launched into the stratosphere when the campaign was still in its infancy she had risen to the challenge. After a hesitant start she had soon found her feet and embraced the lifestyle. She had done interviews with magazines, newspapers, radio and television; she had gone from nothing to a household name and that just made her want to push the lifestyle even further.

“They love you.” Nick said quietly as Ashley turned away from the crowd for a drink, “Almost as much as I do.”

“Don’t worry, Daddy.” Ashley grinned cheekily in response, “I won’t let any of them babynap me.”

“That’s good.” Nick chuckled, “Do you need a change?”

“Not yet…” Ashley answered quietly. Her face blushed a deep red.

It was one of the interviews she had done that had led to her to this stage. She complained that the media didn’t give followers of this lifestyle enough respect which led to newspapers putting her image on the front page and saying very unflattering things, most of them included the phrase “spoiled brat.” Ashley had been upset but was willing to let it slide until other influencers started messaging her.

What started as a little group of Stress Free Campaign followers soon grew into an organised movement. Many had branded them a group of “extremists” which made them laugh. Ashley didn’t feel they were extreme at all, they just wanted respect.

“Uh oh…” Nick muttered, “Looks like trouble.”

Ashley was brought back to the present and she looked out to where Nick was pointing. At the back of the cheering crowds where the line of police separated the protestors from the counter-protestors there seemed to be a problem. It was hard to tell what had started it but things were definitely getting a bit hairy.

“Good thing we came prepared for this.” Ashley smiled mischievously. She turned to some of the volunteers helping to organise things, “You know what to do.”

Ashley watched the volunteers grab bags and start hurrying through the crowds. She grabbed her own bag and with the megaphone she hopped off the stage herself and started moving through the crowd.

“Brothers and sisters!” Ashley yelled through the megaphone, “You know what to do!”

Indeed the protestors were prepared for this and people were reaching into Ashley’s bag to pull out what was inside. The other volunteers were similarly handing out items. Ashley smiled widely as she planned a counter-attack on the increasingly vociferous anti-diaper crowd and give the press some great shots.

Ashley reached into the bag she was carrying and pulled out a dirty disposable diaper. They had prepared hundreds of these and handed them out, they’d advised others to bring their own knowing there would be people protesting against them. She tossed the messy diaper up and down in her hand a couple of times.

“Ready… Aim…” Ashley shouted through the megaphone. She paused as she saw people turn to face the people protesting against them, “Fire!”

Everyone reared back and then launched the dirty projectiles through the air. For a second the sun was blocked out as the balled up disposables arched through the sky. They sailed over the heads of the protestors, over the police and down on to the counter-protestors. They just kept coming, those that hadn’t had a chance to grab a diaper saw the others flying through the air and threw their own.

The sudden artillery barrage clearly took the other side by surprise and there was a sudden uptick in exclamations as Ashley and her fellow protestors laughed. The police had to redouble their efforts at keeping the two sides apart.

“Give change a chance!” Ashley yelled through the megaphone at the counter-protestors, “Diaper changes that is!”

Ashley forced her way back through the crowd to the stage. She stood up on the wooden platform and could see chaos. The counter-protestors weren’t taking the biological attack on their position quietly. There were clashes at the back as the police struggled to maintain control, she could see more officers arriving as she watched.

Ashley smiled. Behind the freshly arriving police cars there were news vans and Ashley knew these protests would do what they were designed to do, they would draw attention to advocates of the Stress Free Campaign. On a personal note she knew this wouldn’t hurt her bank account at all. More eyes on her meant more money being spent on her. She never thought she would be this person but celebrity was addictive, the more she tasted the limelight the more she wanted it.

“Are you sure this is all a good idea?” Nick asked as he walked out on stage to sit next to Ashley.

“Controversy creates cash!” Ashley replied. She stuck her tongue out at Nick.

Ashley faced away from the protestors and bent over. She pulled up the bottom of her dress and waved his padded butt back and forth in the air. The difference in colour between front and back made it clear that Ashley was very wet.

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Ashley pushed open her hotel room door that evening and collapsed straight into the bed. She was exhausted and yet exhilarated. Nick followed her in a few seconds later with a large bottle of champagne. He switched on the television and saw the news was on. He pointed the remote control at the screen.

“Wait.” Ashley said as she lifted her head, “I want to see this.”

“The news?” Nick asked sceptically, “I thought you’d want the cartoons.”

“Very funny.” Ashley smirked, “Ah ha! Look at that!”

Ashley looked at the television screen and saw a news item based on the protest. She saw clips of the diaper throwing, her speech and then her bending over at the end. She blushed a little as she saw the camera zoom in on her butt.

“I thought the mooning might’ve been a little much.” Nick said teasingly.

“Maybe…” Ashley shrugged, “It got attention though.”

“You’re becoming an attention junky, you know that?” Nick raised his eyebrows.

“Is Daddy jealous that I’m earning more than him?” Ashley asked teasingly. She got on to her hands and knees on the bed and crawled forwards to Nick, “Is Daddy feeling a little stressed?”

Ashley bit her bottom lip as she looked up to Nick’s face. She playfully lifted a hand and very gently patted the front of her fiancé’s pants. She saw the man sighing even as he broke into a big smile. He sat down on the edge of the bed and started to undo his pants. Ashley climbed down off the mattress making sure Nick got a great view of her diaper. She hadn’t been changed since before the protest started and she was soaking wet.

“I’ll need to change that.” Nick said as he patted the large butt.

“Not right now you don’t.” Ashley replied as she slipped down on to the floor with some loud crinkles.

Ashley moved between Nick’s legs and raised herself up so that her head was resting on the edge of the bed right in front of his crotch. She playfully peeked at her Daddy as she rubbed her hands up his inner thighs. Finally, her hand found Nick’s crotch, she could feel that he was already semi-hard. It was so easy to get men going, just hint at some action and they spring up. Ashley giggled.

“What?” Nick asked looking a little affronted.

“Just really happy to have you as my Daddy.” Ashley replied innocently.

Ashley put both her hands on Nick’s crotch and pulled down on the waistband of his pants and underwear until the tip of his cock was poking out. She climbed up higher and leaned forwards, she put the tip of the penis in her mouth and sucked as if it was a pacifier. Above her Ashley heard Nick letting out a deep sigh. Normally she had to tie her hair back when doing this but since it was already in pigtails she didn’t need to.

For a few minutes Ashley lazily sucked on the tip of Nick’s dick whilst he stroked the back of her head. When he started to move Ashley pulled back with a trail of drool going down to her chin. She playfully whined like a puppy being denied a toy as Nick lowered his clothes until he kicked them off leaving him naked from the waist down.

As soon as Nick leant backwards using his elbows to prop himself up Ashley swooped down again. Nick’s cock had always seemed perfect to Ashley, a little bigger than average it felt hot and heavy in her hands. A sticky liquid beaded at the tip, a salty showing of excitement. Ashley leaned forwards and licked the pre-cum, an odd flavour for sure but not one that put her off.

Ashley rested the dick on her face and opened her mouth. Sticking out her tongue she slowly licked around the meat as if it were a delicious lollypop. The smoothness of the skin allowed her tongue to glide over it leaving a slippery trail of saliva. She could hear Nick’s breathing deepen and knew she was doing well.

Ashley licked all the way up to the shaft and then opened her mouth. She pointed the cock and then lowered her mouth over the red hot tip. As her soft lips rubbed down past the head she heard Nick sigh deeply in satisfaction. She moved her face down enveloping more and more of the rod until she felt like she could go no further.

All of Ashley’s senses were fixated on what she was doing. The smell of Nick, the touch of him and the taste combined to overwhelm her. She knew what she was doing was sending those streaks of pleasure searing through Nick, she could see and hear his reaction. The erect penis seemed to grow harder and larger almost like it was trying to set a record for how excited it could be.

Ashley bobbed her head up and down allowing her tongue to twist around the dick. She started silently demanding that she be given the hot prize that awaited her at the end of her work, not that she wanted it over with, she was just impatient for the reward at the end of her work. She could taste the sticky pre-cum drooling out of the small slit at the end of the prick.

Nick started grunting and his hands went to Ashley’s pigtails. Ashley smiled as much as she could around the dick that was filling her mouth, she let Nick guide her using her pigtails as reins. As his tugging and jerking became more insistent she knew he was getting close. She stopped moving her head and just kept her mouth in an O shape. Nick started pushing in and out of her mouth basically using her as a glorified sex toy and Ashley loved it.

“I’m gonna cum…” Nick grunted.

Ashley felt Nick about to pull out of her mouth. She didn’t usually like him finishing in her mouth and usually offered her face or chest instead, this time was different though. Her hands went up to Nick’s butt and she made sure he could exit her mouth. She looked up at him to see a look of surprise before his mouth opened and his eyes closed.

Ashley felt the cock twitching and jolting a couple of times and then her mouth suddenly filled with a thick, salty liquid. Nick moaned and his grip on Ashley’s hair tightened before loosening until he finally let go and fell on to the bed. Ashley held her mouth in place until the dick finally settled. She pulled her head back and climbed on to the bed next to Nick.

As Nick lazily let his head fall to the side to look at Ashley she swallowed in an exaggerated motion and then opened her mouth to show that it was all gone. Nick smiled at her with eyes half-closed. Ashley cuddled up to the side of her Daddy.

“Good girl.” Nick said quietly.

Ashley chuckled as she relaxed against her future husband.

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Liam is miserable and there is no sign of his situation getting better any time soon. When his Mommy decides to take him and his sister to the park he thinks there is nothing left that can surprise him. It turns out he was wrong...

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The Jones Family

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Liam felt like he had hit rock bottom. He was sat in the playpen despondently as a cartoon blared out of the television. Alicia had demanded they play with her dollies which he had grudgingly agreed to when his mother gave him the look that said if he didn’t do it he would be going over her knee. That was how Liam had ended up sitting at a tiny plastic table pretending to have a tea party with an array of dolls and stuffies.

“No!” Alicia bossily exclaimed with a pout, “You hafta dwink tea like this.”

Liam looked up to see Alicia holding the pink plastic saucer up and lifting the teacup with her other hand. She even poked out her pinky finger as if she was having drinks with the royal family. Not wanting to cause a scene Liam just quietly complied and copied his baby sister’s method.

Liam felt his diaper suddenly warm as he pretended to drink from the cup. He barely paid any attention to these moments any more since they happened all the time. He was otherwise dressed in denim shortalls with a picture of a sail boat embroidered on the front, the crotch and rear bulged out to make room for the diapers underneath.

Liam had extra reasons for feeling glum on that morning. His parents had held a garage sale the previous day and Liam had watched as strangers came to his house and bought all his old stuff. Most of his adult things had been put in storage but now his parents seemed to have decided he would never need any of it again. Liam had been tethered in the front yard with a large toddler harness that stopped him from wondering off, it also meant that anyone and everyone who came to the house would see him in all his infantile embarrassment.

Liam had argued and complained for hours. Even the threat of punishment didn’t stop his tantrum. When nothing else worked he had burst into tears and cried loudly, if he was expecting any sympathy from his mother and father he was quickly shown to be wrong.

Now everything Liam owned had been replaced with baby stuff. None of his adult clothes remained in the house, none of his electronics or games, none of his sports memorabilia. Everything was gone and he was now functionally a baby just like his sister. The old Liam had been effectively erased, it almost felt like he had never existed in the first place.

“Do you really have to go?” Evie asked. Liam’s mother sounded exasperated as her voice came in from the hallway.

“There’s a big meeting about the merger.” Charlie replied, “It’s very important that this goes smoothly. I run the company, honey, I have to be there.”

“But it’s Sunday and I was going to take the babies out…” Evie replied.

“I’m sorry, honey. If we want to keep expanding and making more money I have to put in the hours. We’re so close now, it’s not going to take much longer.” Charlie said with a sigh, “I’ll bring home dinner tonight as well. Maybe next weekend we get a babysitter and head out to the mountains for a couple of days.”

“You mean it?” Evie’s voice sounded much more forgiving suddenly, “I’ll have to move an appointment but… that sounds lovely.”

Liam was looking out through the bars of his playpen. He saw his dad walk past the doorway dressed in a very smart suit. He was carrying a briefcase in one hand with his car keys in the other. He was smiling as he put up a hand to wave at the two in the playpen. Alicia cheerily waved back whilst Liam just watched in surly silence.

“I promise.” Charlie said. He held his arms out as he turned around and looked back down the hallway.

Liam watched as his mother walked forward and hugged his father. He could see her relax in his arms before pulling herself away. She still looked a little annoyed but it seemed like the promise of a weekend away had placated her somewhat. With a final kiss on Evie’s cheek Charlie turned and walked out of Liam’s sight, a second later he heard the front door open and then close.

Evie stood in the hallway looking at the now closed door for a few seconds before turning away. She walked into the living room and Liam automatically flinched. She walked around the playpen to the side nearest Liam and his sister. Liam knew what was coming and was unsurprised when Evie leaned over and reached down with one hand to press the front of his diaper against his crotch. She then repeated the procedure with Alicia.

“Well, neither of you are dry but I think you can hold off until after lunch for a change.” Evie said as she stood up again.

Liam expected nothing else. There had once been a time when he detested being in a wet diaper for even a minute but that was long in the past, he was used to it and spent more time wet than dry these days.

“Mommy, did you say we’re going out?” Liam hesitantly asked as Evie started leaving the room.

“Indeed we are.” Evie paused only briefly to answer.

Liam felt butterflies in his tummy. It had been a few weeks since Liam had been further from the house than the backyard. The last time he had been out it had been for the one-off shift at work. The memory made him shudder, he wished he could wipe all of that from his mind.

“Liam!” Alicia demanded her brother’s attention, “You’re supposed to pour tea for the Pwincess!”

Liam turned his attention back to his sister and saw her pouting as she pointed at a little pink teddy bear with a crown stitched on to it’s head. Liam mumbled a half-hearted apology as he picked up the plastic toy teapot and poured some non-existent tea.

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After a simple lunch of sandwiches and fruit Evie started getting people ready for their trip out. The two babies were taken upstairs, firstly they went into Alicia’s pink nursery for her diaper change before they all went into Liam’s room for his fresh diaper. He was soaked by the time the tapes were pulled off the front of the padding.

“Where are we going?” Liam asked fearfully as his legs were rolled back and a fresh disposable was slipped underneath him.

“I thought I’d take you both to the park.” Evie said as she lowered her nineteen-year-old son on to a fluffy diaper, “It’s not healthy to be cooped up so much. Ashley Hurst says that it’s important to…”

Liam let out a high-pitched whine and stopped listening as the sides of his diaper were pulled up and taped closed. His worst fear was going out into public and it didn’t get much more public than the park. He was helped down from the table and put back into the same shortalls he had worn in the morning. As Liam quietly fretted Alicia excitedly jumped about, she didn’t share her brother’s trepidation.

Liam dawdled as much as he could as the three of them went downstairs. He tried to waste as much time as possible but his options were limited. He could only delay for a couple of minutes at most and soon his feet were slipped into a pair of shoes fastened by Velcro straps.

“Come on!” Alicia bossily demanded. She was all ready to go whilst Liam moved at a snail’s pace.

Evie had a thin-lipped smile as she checked that the diaper bag she had slung over her shoulder was fully stocked. Liam couldn’t tell if it was directed at him or not, he suspected his embarrassment amused his mother but any time he had accused of that he had just ended up being punished. He didn’t dare push the subject when they were just about to leave the house, he didn’t want to give his mom any reason to punish him in public. Just leaving the house like this was punishment enough.

“Right, I don’t think even my two super soakers could go through all these diapers.” Evie said with a chuckle as she zipped the bag back up.

Liam stood up and shuffled towards the front door behind the two females. Alicia ran out as soon as Evie had opened the door enough for the small girl to fit through, it was like any minute not spent at the park was a minute wasted for her. Liam was the last out of the house and was stopped dead in his tracks when he saw what was waiting for him.

“Think Little really do think of everything.” Evie said as she stood behind Liam and put her hands on his shoulders.

Liam shook his head as he looked at the twin stroller that was sitting in front of him. It was as if shaking his head enough would make it disappear. He tensed up and automatically backed away but Evie was right behind him. He never ceased to be surprised that every time he felt like he had hit rock bottom the floor gave way to show new depths.

“Come on, I’ll help you.” Evie said cheerfully.

“Mommy, no…” Liam whined as he was steered forwards.

Alicia clearly felt none of Liam’s trepidation as she excitedly ran around the stroller poking and prodding at all the different things. When she came around the front again she jumped and turned in mid-air. She landed diaper first and giggled. Liam was turned around and lowered himself into the low seat with his bottom lip poking out. He tried not to think about how comfortable the seat truly was. The thing must’ve cost a fortune.

“Don’t pout, baby.” Evie gently chided, “Or do you already need a diaper change?”

“Of course not!” Liam exclaimed angrily, “I just don’t like this. Any of this.”

Liam looked down at his chest as Evie took the straps that hung to the sides of the seat and fastened them. She adjusted them so that Liam was tightly held down, he was pushed further into the seat and his padded crotch was pushed out in front of him a little. His legs were forced apart and even when he tried to squeeze them together he couldn’t get his knees to touch. His feet hung in the air swaying a little but with nowhere to rest. When Evie was happy that Liam wasn’t getting out she produced a pacifier from her pocket and pushed it between the young man’s lips. Liam chewed on the teat resentfully.

Liam was left to think about how his embarrassing state of dress was open to the world whilst Alicia was strapped in. Too soon for Liam’s liking Evie went behind the stroller. The wheeled seats turned around and was then pushed up the garden path and out on to the street. Liam wanted to cover his face but the straps on his shoulders made that awkward. He just sat there, sucking on his pacifier as they started down the road. He was dying of embarrassment.

Society had changed so much. Liam saw more people dressed like overgrown toddlers than ever before. He even saw another stroller that was big enough for an adult, whether there was one in there or not he didn’t get a chance to see. Liam looked away from everyone they met on their walk, he knew people stared at him. Even most people who had taken up the Stress Free Campaign didn’t take it this far. He was an oddity.

It wasn’t long before Liam could hear a lot of noise. It sounded almost like a football game was going on but he knew there were no places to play in the direction of the noise, it was just regular streets until it opened up for the larger clear area that situated the White House. It was in that direction that Liam was rolled, towards all the noise that was growing louder and louder.

In the distance there was a crowd formed and the stroller was being pushed towards it. Liam heard whistles, a megaphone and chanting. There were flashing red and blue lights from police vehicles that were waiting just down the street. Liam found himself subconsciously trying to press himself further back into his stroller as if that would hide him. It looked like a scene out of a movie.

“Mommy?” Alicia’s voice was loud. It made Liam jump, “Who are they?”

“Just a large group of friends, sweetie.” Evie replied as she carried on up the street.

It was a protest. Liam could see that much now and he could even make out specific words and phrases. He could see people dressed as babies now as well, people that were clearly diapered and others that were holding up signs. Some were moving away from the main group, some were going towards them and yet others were standing around and chatting. Liam found his head swivelling around to try and see everything that was happening around him. He saw all sorts of signs and nearly all of them were shouting about the benefits of the life Liam was forced to live. Liam’s mouth dropped open and the pacifier he had been sucking on dropped on to his lap.

Liam had never seen so many clearly padded people in one place. He could only gawp at how open many were being even as he was aware he appeared more babyish than anyone else. Some people even gave him a wave when they saw him looking. Liam found himself recoiling, he wasn’t like these people, he was only like this because he hadn’t been given a choice!

“I wanna go to the park!” Alicia yelled impatiently.

Just as Alicia banged her fists and feet against the stroller there was a sudden increase in noise. Liam looked from his sister to the protest. It looked like a bunch of balloons had suddenly been released but soon Liam realised those things weren’t filled with air. The objects arched through the sky like a medieval arrow barrage. Liam heard half the crowd seem to moan as one. He realised that he had just witnessed an artillery barrage of diapers!

“We should go.” Evie sounded amused if anything. Around her there was more activity as a lot of people nearby made their way towards the crowd. The police too seemed to be moving in, “I just wanted to see how they were getting on.”

Liam kept looking at the crowd until the stroller was turned around and he could no longer see the protest. He settled back into his seat, he was glad they weren’t getting any closer because for a minute he thought his mom was going to roll him straight into the protest to join in. It was only as Liam relaxed that he realised his diaper was wet. It was with a shudder that he realised he must’ve wet himself and he had no idea when or where it had happened.

Liam tried to keep his composure but under the extreme stresses of his wetting, the protest and the general humiliation that was his life he just couldn’t do it. He started to cry loudly as the stroller was pushed away from the protest and back towards the closest park to home. It was all so unfair and as soon as the tears started he couldn’t get them to stop. He cried over the injustice of being forced to live like this, he cried over the feeling that his future had been taken away. All his plans for a career wrenched out of his grip and replaced with little plastic toys that beeped loudly and shone flashing lights.

Liam turned to Alicia who he saw looking at him with annoyance. The sort of look he always gave babies who were causing a scene. His little sister leaned as far away as the cramped confines of the stroller would allow.

“Oh dear, baby.” Evie stopped the stroller suddenly, “What’s the matter?”

Liam looked down towards his crotch which was thrust out in front of him due to the shape of the seat he was restrained in. He just couldn’t bear to look his mother in the eyes due to both his humiliation and because it was her who had reduced him to this. Unfortunately his mother seemed to have a very different idea about why his eyes suddenly darted downwards.

“Aww, is the baby wet?” Evie asked as she reached forwards.

“Wait, no…” Liam suddenly whined as he realised his mom’s mistake. He cringed as she thrust a hand towards his groin.

Liam was cut off when his mother’s hand pressed against his crotch. The squishiness and warmth was obvious even through his clothes. She nodded her head knowingly. Liam suddenly realised things had got even worse, now his mom thought he didn’t know he was very obviously wet. Then again, he had to admit he didn’t know when he had wet himself…

“Yes you are, sweetie!” Evie chuckled and rubbed Liam’s hair, “Don’t worry you don’t need a change yet and we aren’t going near that big scary crowd.”

Liam was still sobbing but thanks to the restraints he couldn’t wipe away his tears. He watched as Evie reached down to his lap and picked up the pacifier that had been laying there forgotten. She picked it up and popped it back into Liam’s mouth as if he was a real baby that needed calming. To Liam’s embarrassment he did feel a little mollified and his sobbing lessened.

“Good boy.” Evie said with a smile, “Come on, kids. The park awaits!”

Evie walked behind the stroller and Liam soon felt the chair rolling forwards again. He could only try to ignore how other people stared whilst he was pushed down the street away from the White House and towards the nearby public park. As they reached the gate and stepped through on to the gravel path Liam felt his heartbeat quicken. In front of them, at the other end of the path, was a children’s playground. He hoped that wasn’t their destination and yet it seemed inevitable.

Liam’s sister was bouncing in her seat excitedly and was already straining to get out of the push chair like a puppy straining on the leash. The stroller continued all the way to the metal fence of the playground, the heavy child-proof gate was opened allowing the family to enter. It was a nice day and the park was very busy. Evie found a wooden bench to stop the stroller at and then undid the restraints.

“You babies play nice now, OK?” Evie said. She gave Liam a pointed look, “I’ll have my eyes on you.”

Alicia ran off as soon as she could. Her little legs were separated by the diaper wrapped around her waist, Liam watched her waddle away and felt the sinking feeling that he must look the same way to plenty of others. Liam looked around the playground and without seeing any better place to go he walked over to the swings. He sat down on the one nearest the corner and slowly rocked backwards and forwards hoping no one looked his way.

It wasn’t just actual babies and their guardians in the park. Liam could see a few, though not many, older people in diapers and even dressed similarly to him. He sucked on his pacifier as he watched one of them, maybe a couple of years older than he was, going down the slide and clapping his hands before his mother helped him back up to go round again. Another older baby looked like he was in his mid-teens and was sitting miserably in the sand pit. Liam was somewhat tempted to go over and befriend him as someone in the same situation as he was but in the end he decided staying apart might make him less conspicuous. He wasn’t exactly in a socialising mood.

After a few minutes Liam noticed two things. Firstly, he was getting bored very quickly. Secondly, he was starting to get some looks from other children and their parents. He realised that the park was busy and he was taking up some valuable real estate.

Reluctantly, but wanting to spare himself from looking for some other less grown-up option, he pushed on the ground and started swinging. He hadn’t really played on a swing since he had been an adolescent but he quickly found his groove. Feeling the wind blowing through his hair and against his skin felt refreshing.

Liam was paying little attention to those around him. He sat there for a long time swinging just to take up the time, the people on the other swings would come and go as he just continued in his own little world. He barely paid attention as he heard a conversation behind him.

“Do you want to go on the swings?” A middle-aged woman said.

“No… I just want to go home.” Came a younger man’s voice.

“You know the therapist said it was a good idea for you to get out more.” The woman replied. She sounded exasperated. Liam started eavesdropping just out of boredom.

“The therapist has no qualifications! He’s just one of those regression nut-jobs. That quack doesn’t know sh-” The young man started.

“Watch your language!” The woman interrupted. The warning was clear in her voice, “I’m sure you don’t want a spanking in front of all the other babies.”

“Fine, I’ll get on the damn swing.” The young man said.

“Do you want me to push you?” The woman asked.

“No.” Liam could hear the barely contained rage in this guy’s voice. Come to think of it, there was something familiar about this voice.

“I’ll be over there if you need anything.” The woman finally said.

Liam saw the woman walk away and then a man about his height sat on the swing next to him. Liam was trying not to stare and could only see his back but the young man was clearly diapered under a pair of light yellow shorts that really didn’t conceal anything. He sat down and turned to look at Liam just as he swung forwards.

Liam loudly gasped and in his surprise nearly ended up falling out of his swing. As he came backwards through the air he looked again to make sure he wasn’t going crazy. The bottom of his shoes skidded across the surface underneath him as he brought himself to a sudden and dramatic stop.

“Adam!” Liam had forgotten about his pacifier and the word was slurred slightly.

Adam was staring at Liam with a face that was quickly going as red as Liam was sure his was. Adam had been the first friend to find out about his humiliating new status, he had been in Liam’s bedroom when he had pooped himself. He had left looking disgusted. Liam hadn’t seen Adam for over a year since that day, the last thing he expected was to see Adam dressed just like a baby!

“What’s going on?” Liam asked as he pulled the pacifier out of his mouth. He looked his friend up and down trying to get his brain to fully comprehend what was happening, “Why are you dressed like that!?”

“You mean like you?” Adam’s voice felt sharp. Like it was waiting for an opportunity to stab into Liam.

“Well… Yeah.” Liam replied.

“Because of you!” Adam’s fists clenched on the chain holding the swing up. It looked like he was doing his utmost not to start swinging his fists at Liam, “I should punch you…”

“What?” Liam was confused. He hadn’t seen Adam since that embarrassing day in his bedroom. How could he possibly be at fault?

Liam saw Adam tense even more until it looked like he might pop. Then he took a breath and visibly calmed down a bit. He looked over to where his mom was sitting, Liam was under the impression that if she wasn’t here things might be going very differently. To Liam’s shock when he looked over at his own mother he saw she was sharing her bench with Adam’s mom.

“That day… when I saw you crap yourself.” Adam started with a sigh, “I lost all respect for you. How could I respect someone that did something like that?”

Liam felt his face flush with heat but he stayed quiet to let Adam continue. He had to swallow the urge to exclaim that it wasn’t his fault that he had pooped himself that day, that he didn’t have a choice but he felt certain Adam already knew that.

“As soon as I left I got on my phone and started telling people. Your mom had already told half the town but I had seen it first-hand. It was like witnessing an alien or something.” Adam continued, “This Stress Free stuff wasn’t as popular back then. I’d never seen anything like it. I went on social media and posted about it, I told everyone I saw when hanging out. I told my mom…”

Adam slumped in his seat and looked genuinely remorseful. Liam wasn’t sure if he was sorry for spilling the beans to everyone he could or if he was upset that it seemed to have negative effects for himself. Liam waited as Adam took his time before continuing.

“I expected mom to laugh, you know? Everyone else did.” Adam shrugged when he saw Liam looking hurt, “She said I was wrong to tell people, that I was a bad friend.”

“You were.” Liam said before he could stop himself.

“I know that now.” Adam looked at the floor, “My mom actually spoke to your mom several times. I got worried for a while but then everything went quiet. About a month after I saw you I went to stay with my grandparents. When I came back…”

Liam didn’t need to hear anymore. He knew how the story ended. When Adam came home everything had been changed, his life upended and all trace of his adulthood obliterated. The only surprise was to hear his mother had been involved in some way. He sighed as he pushed back and swayed on the swing a little bit.

“I’m sorry.” Adam finally said, “For reacting how I did, telling people and being angry. I’m sorry for saying I was going to hit you.”

“It’s fine.” Liam replied though the stiffness in his voice probably let Adam know it still stung him.

“So how’s your year been?” Adam asked.

“Oh boy…” Liam took a deep breath before launching into all the horrible humiliations he had been forced to suffer through.

Liam didn’t know how long the two young men were sat on those swings and comparing notes of the last year. They were only interrupted when two small children came up to them with their mothers. It seemed like their time on the swings was over. Adam suggested they go to one of the see-saws and Liam agreed.

When Liam stood up he felt his diaper sag low and realised he was significantly wetter than he had been in the stroller. He looked over to his mom who was still talking to Adam’s mom. He considered asking for a diaper change but he had no way to guarantee that would happen somewhere private. Each step seemed to confirm just how saturated his diaper had become. He walked alongside Adam, they both had the same wide-legged waddle, they must’ve looked like a pair of toddler friends.

“Oh God… Oh no…” Adam suddenly stopped. A look of horror slowly taking over his face.

“What’s wrong?” Liam asked as he turned to look at Adam.

Liam saw that Adam was blushing furiously and as he made eye contact he saw that his eyes were brimming with tears. Before Liam could put everything together he saw Adam bend his knees and stick his rear out behind him. Liam immediately recognised the pose of a man about to fill his pants.

Liam stared without knowing what he could do to help. It was the inverse of what had happened over one year previously. He knew what Adam was feeling, without thinking about it Liam put his hands over his tummy.

Liam saw Adam hold his breath and then close his eyes in effort. Liam didn’t need to be behind Adam to know that he was filling his diaper. He heard Adam grunt and simultaneously he felt his bladder relaxing. Whether it was a sympathetic response or not Liam didn’t know but as Adam’s disposable started to bulge underneath his clothes Liam’s started getting wetter.

Liam couldn’t help but stare at his friend. All his attention was on the person humiliating themselves, the person that wasn’t him for once. The warmth in his diaper grew and grew until suddenly…

“Crap…” Liam cringed. It was now his time to feel humiliation.

The heat that had been building in his diaper suddenly broke like water smashing through a dam. Piss started streaming down Liam’s legs and his hands flew down to his crotch as if he could stop the flow manually. His face went just as red as Adam’s as he joined his friend in humiliating himself in public. He looked down with trepidation and saw the obvious wet patch growing as he helplessly leaked all over himself.

The humiliation was very public. The two of them were attracting a lot of attention from a lot of small kids who were watching curiously as the two big boys dressed just like they were went potty in their pants. The two of them couldn’t look more helpless or pathetic if they tried.

Adam was the first to crack. One of his hands had gone behind him and felt the weight of the load he had just dropped. The tears fell from his eyes and soon he was wailing. Again Liam wasn’t sure if it was a sympathetic response or not but his own bottom lip began to quiver before he started bawling his eyes out. Soon Liam and Adam were both stood in the middle of the playground crying desperately.

“Baby? What’s wrong?” It was Adam’s mom who was coming over.

“Poo-poo!” Adam cried like a toddler.

“Oh dear, it’s OK, we’ll get you changed.” Adam’s mom looked at Liam and pursed her lips when she saw the urine trickling down his legs, “Looks like Liam could use one too. Come on.”

Adam’s mom took her son and Liam by the hand and started walking them over towards the benches. Liam’s tears were already drying. Like a baby he cried when he needed attention from a grown-up and as soon as he had it everything was alright.

“We got so caught up talking we forgot about these two.” Adam’s mom said with a smirk.

“Come here, Liam.” Evie said sweetly, “Come to Mommy.”

Liam didn’t need to be told again. Despite his humiliation and knowing that all the other parents around them were watching he waddled over to his mom who was already getting the diaper bag out. The changing mat was laid across the top of the table and a spare diaper was pulled out. Liam balked at the idea of being changed so publicly.

“C-Can’t we go to the restroom?” Liam asked as he pointed towards the bathroom.

“We have more room here.” Evie said simply.

Liam looked forlornly over to the relative privacy of the public restroom whilst his mom started undressing him. His tear-streaked cheeks blushed as his shortalls were removed. He saw other adults watching him and he closed his eyes tightly. He felt his mother checking his sopping wet diaper, she lifted the heavy weight of his disposable and then let it drop, more urine spilled out and trickled down the inside of Liam’s thighs.

“Good grief, you’re like a leaky faucet.” Evie chuckled, “Sorry, baby, I should’ve been checking you more often.”

Liam was lifted on to the top of the wooden bench and laid down on the changing mat. He sniffed as the front of his diaper was opened. He knew other people were watching but as he looked to the side he was surprised to see most were going back to their conversations. He didn’t know whether it was better or worse but these people saw him as just a baby and not worth extra attention. It was almost like this was normal. A baby of the Stress Free campaign.

Liam heard whimpering and turned his head the other way to see Adam in a similar position to himself on the next bench over. He was covering his face and as the front was lowered to reveal his dirty state Liam looked away.

“Yuck-spuck.” Adam’s mom said, “Oh well, can’t blame a baby for doing baby things.”

“Indeed you can’t.” Evie replied as she started cleaning Liam, “It’s the burden of being a mother. Ashley Hurst says “Every stress we take on to ourselves is less stress for our children” after all.”

“Oh you read Ashley?” Adam’s mother asked excitedly.

“I’m a big fan.” Evie replied happily, “In her latest book she said…”

Liam wanted to yell that it was their parents forcing these “problems” on themselves. If they truly saw this as such a burden they should forget the diapers entirely and treat them like the adults they were supposed to be. Whilst the two mothers conversed as if this was normal their two young adult sons were forced to just lay down as they were cleaned and freshly diapered.

When the two young men were dressed they received a pats to their rear ends to send them back out to play. They sheepishly hurried away in embarrassed silence, miserable that they were in this situation but thankful that they at least had each other.

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Things are coming to a head.

Timothy's cabinet is in open revolt and that is before his latest orders from the mysterious blackmailer who seems to know more than they should.

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President Martyn

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“I quit!” A furious Adam Fletcher stood up and threw his papers across the table, “I’ve had it with this clown show. You may want to torpedo your career but I’ll be damned if you’re taking me down with you.”

The Secretary of the Treasury adjusted his tie and stormed out of the meeting. It was just the latest resignation, there seemed to be a new one every other week. The press had dubbed Timothy’s cabinet “Martyn’s Merry-Go-Round” which didn’t do a lot for his authority. He silently watched Adam leave not even bothering to try to convince him to stay.

Timothy had to admit that he felt like a clown at the front of a circus. There wasn’t even a hint of professionalism coming from him now. He was dressed in a bright green onesie that had a big gold star in the middle. A pacifier was attached to some ribbon that was placed around his neck, the soother bounced near the middle of the golden star. Underneath the onesie was the usual thick diaper that was partially wet.

Whilst everyone else had turned up at the meeting in their suits as usual the President himself was dressed like an overgrown baby. He had never attended a meeting like this before and it did nothing to quell the hysteria and shouting that the cabinet meetings usually devolved into. As soon as Timothy had walked into the room the usual anger had started. At this point he was nothing more than a joke. His last shred of respect had been taken by his recent press conference stunt.

Timothy had planned to be dressed in his usual suit. The incident at the press conference seemingly being a one-off, the President hadn’t heard from his blackmailer since that day. It had only been a week but things were getting crazier. Following his embarrassing act in front of the television cameras the large section of the public who hated the Stress Free Campaign had taken to the streets. There had been riots in many cities and the National Guard had to be called in. The White House had itself been under a kind of siege. For a few days it seemed like there might genuinely be some kind of civil war. It was the sort of thing he had never expected could happen under his watch. He was supposed to be the man to unify the nation…

Of course, dressing like this wasn’t Timothy’s idea. That morning he had received a text message telling him exactly how he should be dressed at the meeting. He did consider disobeying the message since he thought no one would know but then he started to feel paranoid. What if they did somehow find out?

Timothy had decided it wasn’t worth the risk and he had stripped down to his diaper. Instead of his dark blue suit the President had put on a onesie that he kept in his side room. He had opened his door and walked down the corridor towards the meeting room. He tried to pretend he didn’t see the way he was being stared at by the White House staffers.

After everything that had happened Timothy’s self-confidence was shot. He hadn’t completely given up but he felt like he had been swallowed by the monster he had been forced to create. No one spoke about any of his programs or changes, partly because most had to be cut to save money for the Stress Free Campaign, but also because the diapers were completely dominating every facet of life.

Timothy had to spend all of his hours holding his fragile country together. He dreaded to think what his legacy would be.

“Sir, perhaps you would like to bring up the next point on the schedule.” John Parlour urged the President to bring control back to the room.

“Huh? Oh, right.” Timothy looked at the schedule, “The next item is the Environmental Protection Agency and their request for additional funding…”

It was like Timothy wasn’t even in the room. No one was listening to him and he was supposed to be the most powerful man in the world. Rather than trying to control the room Timothy simply put the schedule paper on the table and shrugged his shoulders in defeat. Several people were on their phones, some were texting and everyone was making a lot of noise.

“You know what, John?” Timothy stood up and looked to his Vice-President, “How about you take this meeting? I get the feeling things might go smoother if I’m not here.”

Timothy tried to ignore the sinking feeling that he was simply giving up the wheel of the ship. The sad fact was that he knew he was right. Several times in the near recent past Timothy had allowed his Vice-President to lead the cabinet meetings and it had always accomplished a lot more than when he was involved.

Just as Timothy turned away from the table leaving his padded rear to bulge out of his onesie he heard his phone vibrating. With no pockets he had simply put the phone on the edge of the table. Had it not vibrated he would’ve probably forgotten he had brought it with him at all.

“Sir, are you sure you want to go?” John asked, “Your leadership and opinion is greatly valued by me and the rest of your team.”

“I’m surprised you could say that with a straight face.” Timothy snorted as he turned back to the table.

Timothy picked up his phone and felt his heart almost stop when he saw that he had received an e-mail from his blackmailer. He swallowed nervously as he swiped on the phone to see what these new instructions could possibly be.

“Shit yourself right now.” The message said simply.

Timothy swallowed as he looked up from his phone and wondered why he was receiving such a message. How would the other person know if he was even complying? The paranoia that was constantly just under the surface exploded out of him. He had been on the verge of leaving, the message seemed to be timed to keep him in the room. He looked around and saw a lot of people using phones but none were looking at him.

“Is everything alright?” John asked, “You’ve gone very white.”

Timothy had to do what he was told. Timothy paused for a few moments and then did as instructed. Squatting down he pushed with his tummy muscles and heard a loud fart reverberate around his diaper and the room. The cabinet members who had otherwise been doing everything they could to avoid Timothy started to stare his way.

After pooping in front of the cameras from the news this felt much more intimate and yet in some ways that made it just as humiliating. These were colleagues, people Timothy had met all through his political career, they were the best the country had to offer. Now he was about to poop his pants in front of them. Even though many clearly didn’t like Timothy at the moment he still respected them.

Timothy held his breath and felt a solid lump of poop emerging from his hole. He strained and pushed until it seemed to just drop out of him and into the warm padding that surrounded his waist. With his eyes closed one hand went out to find his chair to help keep his balance. Once the log had nestled in his diaper he knew there was nothing else to come. He felt like a domesticated pet who pooped on the command of their master.

Timothy didn’t turn around to look at the table that was now silent. He could already imagine their looks of disgust. He left the room with a wide-legged waddle and closed the door behind him. His face was red as he walked back to his office. He passed several people on the way and it was clear they could smell what he had done. The changes in their expression, the way they wrinkled their nose in revulsion as he passed, said more than words ever would. Timothy got back to his office and felt glad to be out of the firing line. He took a deep breath and then was startled by the phone ringing.

“You’ve got to be kidding me…” Timothy muttered.

Timothy walked around his desk but didn’t sit down. The little present he had left in his disposable underpants meant he would be on his feet until he could change. He picked up the phone and held it up to his ear, although many people and organisations could contact him through this line he knew who it was even before the voice spoke.

“Good boy, Timmy.” The blackmailer’s voice was thick with mirth.

“How do you know!?” Timmy demanded.

“The how’s and why’s are unimportant.” The voice replied, “Your work today isn’t done.”

“What do you mean?” Timothy asked. Knowing more was expected caused him to tremble with anxiety.

“You’ll find an envelope in your desk’s drawer. The second one from the top on the right hand side. Inside there are a number of executive orders. You are to take those back into your meeting and sign them.” The voice instructed.

Timothy frowned but when he reached over to open the drawer he could see a large white envelope. Written on the front was “FAO: President Timmy Martyn.” This envelope definitely hadn’t been there when Timothy had left for his meeting. He didn’t even know if it was paranoia anymore when it was clear the blackmailer had people on the inside.

“What are the orders?” Timothy asked. How stupid it felt to have to ask an unknown person what Timothy’s own executive orders were.

“Open them up and find out.” The voice replied.

Timothy put the phone down on his desk as he opened the envelope. He pulled out several pieces of official paper and started reading. As he flicked through the bills his eyes widened until it felt like they were the size of dinner plates. The first bill was to force all children up to the age of eighteen to be in diapers full time, the second one would force doctors to advise the Stress Free Campaign lifestyle to anyone who goes there for any reason. The third one was the most extreme. The third bill would force the government to spend no less than half it’s complete budget on the campaign. The ideas were insane. Timothy picked up the phone again feeling suddenly breathless.

“I… I can’t sign these.” Timothy gasped.

“You will.” The voice replied, “In front of your cabinet.”

“There’s no way they will accept all this!” Timothy couldn’t keep the horror of what he was being asked to do out of his voice, “There is no way I’ll keep my job. They’ll chain me up and carry me out if they have to.”

“That’s fine.” The voice replied dispassionately.

“W-What do you mean?” Timothy asked.

“Your usefulness is at an end, Timmy.” The voice concluded, “It’s been a pleasure working with you.”

“Wait!” Timothy put his hand out in front of him as he exclaimed as if the blackmailer could see him. Maybe he could for all Timothy knew.

The line went dead and Timothy slowly put the phone back in it’s holder. He dropped on to the chair behind him in shock. He felt the poop that had been sitting in his diaper immediately spread over his skin but he barely even noticed it. He pulled the paper in front of himself and wondered if he had any choice. He could refuse to sign the orders, he was going to lose his job regardless so maybe this should be the place he puts his foot down. Then he was reminded of how this was bigger than his presidency. He could go to prison for the stuff he had done. He could be lynched in the street and he would agree with the mob!

With the feeling of despair overtaking him he picked up his pen and started to sign each order. It was like signing his own death warrant. He placed the pen back on the desk and put his head in his hands.

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Liam is sat in a car marvelling at the mansion the family are moving into. It prompts him to finally ask his parents what they do... The answer shocks him!

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The Jones Family

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Liam looked out of the window of the car in shock. He was sitting next to Alicia, they were both strapped into car seats and looking out at the mansion that stretched out before them. The car was parked next to a fountain that had a gravel driveway running around it. They were a long way from the road with a large metal gate separating them from the street.

“Oh yes, take that up to the nursery.” Evie said to the movers who were carrying in Liam’s crib.

Liam didn’t have a clue that his family were looking to move until all of his stuff started getting boxed up. Now he was sat in a wet diaper looking out at his new home. He didn’t understand, it must’ve cost millions and although his father’s business seemed to be doing well this seemed like it would be impossible to afford.

“It’th big!” Alicia said.

“It is…” Liam agreed.

Without a second thought Liam reached down to his side without looking away from the mansion. He picked up his bottle and stuck the teat between his lips. The sweet juice was a tonic on such a hot day. As Liam sucked down his drink he saw two of the large men moving furniture looking over. He saw one of them guffaw and then lean in to whisper something to his friend. They both laughed as they took another couple of boxes into the house.

Liam blushed and looked away. He wished he would be let out of the childish seat, the car was stuffy and sitting in this seat for so long had left him feeling fidgety. He knew why he was left here like this, it was easier to keep an eye on babies when they were restrained like this and you didn’t have to worry about them getting under the adult’s feet. Liam knew he was just a baby like Alicia and he kicked his legs in impatience.

“How are my babies getting on?” Charlie had come up to the car and leaned on the open window.

“Hi Daddy!” Alicia happily smiled.

“Getting bored.” Liam muttered.

“It won’t be too much longer.” Charlie chuckled and ruffled Liam’s hair.

“Yeah, but I…” Liam started but Charlie had simply given the two babies fresh bottles and walked away from the car.

Liam sighed. He needed to poop and had needed to for some time. He had been sat in the motionless car for what felt like hours. The sun had certainly moved across the sky and the trucks that had been filled with the family’s stuff was a lot emptier. He squirmed in his seat a little as his tummy rumbled insistently. He didn’t even know what he expected his father to do if he had listened to him, it wasn’t like he would’ve been allowed to use the toilet.

“Jutht uthe your diapie!” Alicia said as she looked at her brother.

“I don’t want to just…” Liam paused, “How do you know I need to go?”

“It’th obviouth.” Alicia giggled, “You alwayth get wriggly!”

Liam blushed and looked away. It had been over a year since he had been put in diapers, he should’ve known his clever sister would pick up on these things. It made him wonder if his parents knew as well. He ducked his head down and felt his face burning. He picked up one of the bottles his father had brought out and put it up to his lips.

As Liam sucked on the latex teat he simultaneously relaxed his bowels. He froze in place and felt a small trickle of sweet juice dripping on to his tongue. The bucket-like seat meant his legs and crotch were pushed out in front of him. As he pushed down on his tummy muscles Liam felt his sphincter opening. He tried not to make it obvious but there’s only so casual you can act as you fill your pants. Liam grunted quietly and heard Alicia giggle.

“Shut up…” Liam muttered in humiliation. Alicia continued to laugh like the obnoxious child she was.

Liam tensed his arms and legs. His toes splayed out and his hands balled up into fists. He brought his arms closer to his body and felt the inside of his diaper fill with stinky, muddy and poop. He let out his breath with another little grunt as his bowels emptied and his disposable became packed and heavy with fecal matter.

The diaper bulged out as Liam pushed into it. With his back and butt pulled back against the car seat by the tight restraints the crap went between his legs and towards the front. Liam wriggled his legs a little as the soft slurry covered the front of his padding causing him to wince.

“Thtinky baby!” Alicia teased, “You’re a thtinky baby!”

Alicia didn’t trouble herself with remaining quiet or discreet. Liam couldn’t do anything to stop the toddler from accurately but humiliatingly declaring the state of his diaper for all to hear. The window had been left open and through his squinting eyes Liam could see some of the moving guys looking over at him. Had they seen the whole thing? Could they possibly know what he had done? He didn’t feel like his potty face was all that discreet.

As soon as Liam had finished pushing out the soft load he felt his bladder release freely. The hot urine poured out over the smelly mess and soaked the diaper that had already been wet. The smell immediately started to spread in the car. Alicia’s laughter turned to disgust as the stink cloud around Liam reached her.

“Eww!” Alica held her nose and tried to slide her seat further away from Liam.

“Stop being such a little…” Liam jaw moved wordlessly as he tried to think of what to say, “Tattletale!”

“Am not!” Alicia shouted. She stuck her tongue out at her older brother.

Liam was feeling pretty dejected at this point. He could do little but sit there drinking his juice and waiting for his parents to release him from the toddler seat. He could feel bubbles of air against his skin and every little movement seemed to make him slide a little deeper into the pile of crap. He looked out at the moving truck and saw there were only a few boxes left to move. He prayed that meant it was nearly time to be released.

“Uh oh, I think someone has made a stinky!” Evie said whilst still several feet from the car. It felt like an interminable amount of time had passed since Liam had disgraced himself.

The movers who were having cups of coffee before they left could clearly hear Liam’s mom shouting and they started laughing again. It was tremendously emasculating to have these burly men openly mocking him and Liam had tears rolling down his cheeks. How he wished he could be one of those builders or anyone out there having a normal life.

“Which one of my babies has left a present for Mommy?” Evie asked playfully as she reached the car.

“Liam did it!” Alicia shouted cruelly. She pointed across at Liam, “He’th thtinky! He’th a thtinky baby!”

Liam grimaced but felt some hope that he would finally be released from this situation as Evie reached in through the window. Instead of pressing the release on the toddler seat restraints she reached down and pressed her fingers against the swollen padding. Liam closed his eyes as he felt the muck inside his disposable get pressed up against him.

“Can you just change me?” Liam asked through gritted teeth, “You already know it’s me.”

“Such a cranky baby.” Evie said condescendingly, “I think this little one needs to go straight up for nap time.”

Liam was tired but he hated the accusation that he was cranky because of it. He was annoyed because he had just filled his diaper and his mother was going out of her way to embarrass him about it!

Finally, the car door opened and Evie reached in to release the restraints on the toddler seats. Liam wobbled unsteadily as he took his mother’s hand and climbed out of the car. He could feel the disposable between his legs sticking to him like glue and cringed. He didn’t even care too much that his diapered state was on display to the movers, they no doubt knew about what he was wearing by now. If they didn’t the short baby blue t-shirt and nothing covering his legs left nothing to the imagination.

Alicia was also collected from the car and she held Evie’s other hand. Liam waddled awkwardly along feeling the poop in his pants moving with each step. He looked up at the mansion they were going into and still struggled to believe that this was where they were going to live.

“How much did this cost?” Liam asked as they walked through the front doorway into a huge marble hall. A giant staircase opposite the doorway led up to a landing that surrounded the room with numerous doorways on all sides.

“Business has been going well.” Evie said with a wry smile, “And it’s only getting better but babies like you don’t need to concern themselves with money matters, you just need to know we’re doing alright for ourselves.”

“But…” Liam tried to find the words.

It wasn’t that Liam didn’t imagine his family could succeed in business but they had gone from a modest home and meagre furniture to something he imagined a billionaire would live in. His parents had always been secretive about what they did but now he had to know, it was just too strange and bizarre to remain a secret.

“What do you and Daddy do?” Liam asked as innocently as he could.

“Maybe it is time we told you.” Evie said more to herself than anything, “Everything has gone better than we could ever have hoped for after all.”

No more was said as the two diapered members of the family were led up the stairs and down the landing. Liam lost count of the number of doors he saw but one in particular caught his attention. With a gasp he suddenly stopped and looked through the open doorway where he saw what looked like a heavy oak desk and a classic old office. It wasn’t the furniture that caught Liam’s attention though.

Liam’s body and mind froze as if they were computers that had suddenly experienced an error and shut down. On the side of the desk facing the door was a logo Liam had seen thousands of times. It was hanging from the top of the desk and nearly reached the floor, it was completely unambiguous.

“Think Little…” Liam breathlessly read the sign, “What? Why?”

Liam looked up from the sign and the more he saw the more he felt his soul leaving his body. A promotional poster on the wall for the Cutiebutts diapers he was kept in, a calendar where the dates were on the bottom half and on the top half was a picture of Ashley Hurst in full baby regalia. There were cardboard boxes in the corner and the pictures on the side suggested they were full of baby clothes.

“Mommy?” Liam asked hesitantly, “W-What’s going on?”

“Well, I guess we couldn’t expect to keep this secret forever…” Evie sighed, “Come on, I’ll change you and explain.”

Liam was finally pulled past the office and towards his new room. His head was spinning. He had asked his father what he did for work once when he was younger and received the curt reply “business.” He just hadn’t given it much thought ever since then. Charlie going out to work had just become normal, there was no need to ask what he did. The full horror started to dawn on Liam but he must’ve been mistaken, surely it was all a coincidence.

There were two doors next to each other. One of them had a sign hanging from it saying “Baby Alicia” in swirling pink letters surrounded by flowers. The other had “Baby Liam” stencilled on to it in blue with building blocks surrounding the words. It was into Alicia’s room they went first of all.

Alicia was the first in and started squealing with delight. Liam was the last through the doorway and he could see why Alicia was now eagerly running around the room and touching everything. This was the ideal nursery for a baby girl. Everything was in pinks and pastels, there were toys everywhere and even a play table and seats for a tea parties. One of the seats even looked like a little throne for the little princess. There was a large crib, a changing table and everything else a baby girl would need but the real showstopper was in the corner.

Alicia gasped when she saw the fairy princess castle that was taller than she was. It must’ve cost thousands of dollars and Liam couldn’t help but be impressed with the workmanship. The walls could open so you could put the little dolls in to play, it looked beautifully furnished and even somewhat accurate for a children’s toy. The exquisite detail extending to the outside as well with a dragon curled up around one of the towers and a large lake. It seemed that every part was movable and Alicia was immediately investigating everything.

“Will you be OK here whilst I show your baby brother his room?” Evie asked the distracted little girl.

“Yeth!” Alicia lisped happily as she picked up two princess dolls and immediately started redressing them. From a little play closet that was almost bursting with outfits.

“Good girl.” Evie smiled and then turned to her son, “Come on.”

Liam turned around and felt his mother give him a couple of hard spanks to his rear. He shivered as the rapidly cooling mess spread just a little further. With his shock he had almost forgotten that he had filled his diaper.

Liam walked out of the nursery and to the door of his own room. He slowly opened it with trepidation. It was his turn to be shocked but unlike his sister he didn’t start squealing. It was a far cry from his bedroom at home that despite having baby stuff in it still largely resembled an adult bedroom.

The room was mostly a light blue with a white border running around the walls near the top and bottom. The crib, changing table and everything else was present just like in Alicia’s room but instead of the feminine toys Liam had been given male ones. Toys were scattered just like in Alicia’s room but instead of the big princess castle the biggest toy was a large model race track. Liam didn’t run over like Alicia but he did see that the race track could be taken apart and rebuilt in different layouts. There was a huge box with different corners, bridges and even a loop-de-loop. Along with the track were lots of different toy cars that he would be able to race.

“Do you like it?” Evie asked as she walked across to the changing table.

“You know I don’t want any of this.” Liam replied sulkily. Though he had to admit he was intrigued by his new toys.

“Uh huh.” Evie chuckled, “Well, how about my big boy waddles his butt over here so we can get you out of that messy diaper.”

Liam cringed. His argument that he wasn’t a baby was immediately undermined by the smell coming from his underwear. He walked over to the changing table and climbed up. He felt an unnecessary helping hand from his mother as he turned around and laid back on the padded table. Evie gathered the supplies for the change and started pulling the tapes off the front of the diaper.

The front of the diaper was lowered and both Liam and Evie cringed as the smell poisoned the air around them. Liam soon felt the cool touch of baby wipes against his skin. Evie seemed not to be keen to be around the stinky diaper any longer than she had to.

“So are you going to tell me?” Liam asked as he stared up at the ceiling.

“Hmm?” Evie replied as if she didn’t have the faintest idea what Liam was angling at.

“This house? Daddy’s office?” Liam grunted as his legs were suddenly rolled back over his head, “Where you go some nights? What Daddy does?”

Liam had noticed his mother leaving some evenings or weekends somewhat randomly. It was something she had always done and just like Charlie’s business Liam just never questioned it. These days she was going out a lot more often though.

“You really want to know?” Evie asked. She was smiling wryly.

Liam nodded his head.

“Fine, though you may want to cuddle this. It might come across as somewhat of a surprise.” Evie reached down to one of the changing table’s shelves and plucked off a brown teddy bear.

Liam took the bear without a second thought and held it against his chest. He didn’t know what his mommy could say that would surprise him that much. He only prayed he was wrong about his assumptions after seeing the office. He was still laying on the table with the used diaper laying open underneath him. Evie was staring at him as if assessing whether it was really time to come clean.

“Your father’s business has been booming and it shows no signs of slowing down.” Evie said as she put her two palms on the changing table either side of Liam’s body, “That’s because your father is the owner and CEO of Think Little.”

It was exactly what Liam had feared the moment he had seen the office. He knew in his heart it was the only explanation but having it confirmed felt like a dagger going into his heart. He covered his face with his teddy bear as he felt his eyes welling up with unwanted tears. Maybe if he hid from what his mother was saying it wouldn’t be true.

“Think Little was always big in the adult baby community.” Evie continued as she idly used one of her hands to wipe some stray hairs off Liam’s exposed belly, “It brought in enough money for us to get by but we wanted more…”

Liam’s hands scrambled across his chest. He didn’t even realise he was doing it but he was looking for a pacifier that was often clipped there. A soother he could suck on to literally pacify him. He both wanted to hear more and not hear enough word. His curiosity was gargantuan but he was certain there wasn’t anything Evie could say that would make him feel better. It didn’t seem to matter because now that Evie had started it seemed clear she was going to spill the whole story.

“You wanted to know what I did?” Evie smirked as Liam hesitantly nodded, “When I met your father and he told me about his business I wanted to help in some way. After a while I stumbled across some women online who catered to the ABDL world. They ran nurseries or did babysitting or-”

“You’re a prostitute!?” Liam exclaimed suddenly as he lowered his teddy bear to see his Mommy with his eyes bulging out of his head.

Liam saw his mother’s face suddenly turn to thunder. The hand that had been idly playing with Liam’s belly was lifted and before Liam could react it slapped him across the face leaving him feeling even more stunned as the stinging in his cheek slowly registered in his brain. They were both so used to the smell of used diapers neither of them really even flinched from the smell coming from the open diaper. The large room was well-ventilated.

“You do NOT talk to your mother like that.” Evie hissed. The fire in her eyes told Liam not to say a word, “I am not a prostitute. I’m a Mistress. For years I’ve been taking appointments as Mistress Violet, a nanny for adult babies who want someone to look after them for a few hours.”

“Oh my God…” Liam winced as if the words were causing him physical pain. He wished he had never asked. He didn’t want to think about what his mom dealt with as a Mistress, though it probably wasn’t much different to her dealing with him.

“And one of my first clients when I first started…” Evie smiled, “A certain Timothy Martyn.”

“T-The President!?” Liam’s mouth dropped open.

As Evie smiled like a Cheshire cat and nodded Liam felt his head spinning. The man who had started this whole thing, the creator of the Stress Free Campaign was an adult baby!

“He was just a congressman back then though.” Evie said wistfully, “I never thought he’s have the balls to take a run at the big seat but then again I only ever saw him at his most vulnerable.”

“Wait, wait, wait…” Liam’s face betrayed the horror inside him, “Did… Did he do all of this just because he has some weird fetish!?”

Evie laughed for a few seconds. Liam watched her and contemplated the idea that one man had so fundamentally changed society all to get his rocks off. Liam’s life had been turned upside down because of one man’s fetish. He felt ill.

“Don’t worry. He didn’t do this of his own volition.” Evie finally said, “He was given a choice.”

“A choice?” Liam gasped. It felt like he was permanently out of breath.

“Yes. A choice.” Evie said, “Either he started the Stress Free Campaign or maybe some photos he would rather keep quiet find their way into the public domain. I don’t think he was keen on people seeing Baby Timmy playing with Mistress Violet.”

Liam gasped. As he looked up his mother he suddenly felt a rush of liquid and before he knew it he was helplessly wetting himself. He heard his mother exclaim as she lifted the front of the used diaper to contain the new spurt. As she watched urine stream out of her adult son’s penis she giggled.

“You blackmailed the President!?” Liam didn’t even react to his accident even as it was ongoing.

“We did.” Evie said simply as she watched the flow slow to a few drips. She finally let the open diaper drop between Liam’s legs again, “And thanks to us Timmy has made a real difference to the world. He’s been a force for positive change.“

“You’re crazy!” Liam gasped. He realised he was clutching the teddy bear so close to his chest the stuffing was threatening to burst through the seams.

“Oh, don’t me so dramatic.” Evie waved her hand dismissively, “This is why we didn’t tell you. Your Daddy and I knew you would make this a whole thing. We couldn’t risk you doing something stupid like telling people what was happening.”

“Y-You did all this to me…” Liam looked around the room. He saw the changing table he was laying on and the crib. He looked down at the diaper he now needed since his potty training had withered away, “You did this to me knowing the whole thing was bullshit!”

“Watch your language, young man!” Evie suddenly switched to her authoritative voice, “There is nothing BS about the Stress Free Campaign. I think it’s made the country a much better place and I didn’t want you or Alicia to miss out.”

“I can’t believe this!” Liam shut his eyes tightly and felt a couple of tears run down his cheeks. He didn’t know what was worse, to be a pawn in his parents’ schemes to make money or for them to be crazy enough to think this campaign helped anyone.

“There’s no need to cry, baby.” Evie said softly, “You don’t need to worry about anything. You’ll always be Mommy and Daddy’s little baby. Thanks to our hard work you and Alicia will be the most pampered babies in the world! You’ll be the envy of babies everywhere!”

If this was supposed to make Liam feel better it was a spectacular failure. The crying he had tried to suppress became a torrent of tears and wailing that he couldn’t control. He laid helplessly on the table as Evie finally completed his diaper change. The fresh padding did nothing to make Liam feel better.

“Clearly all this excitement has been too much for you.” Evie said as she took Liam’s hands and pulled him down from the table, “Let’s put you down for a nap.”

Liam tried to resist. He tried to pull his arms free of his mother but her grip was too strong. In the end he was dragged uselessly across the room and into the crib. When the side went up he could only look through the bars of his prison as Evie walked towards the bedroom door.

“Have a nice nap, baby.” Evie said as she took hold of the door handle, “You’ll feel better afterwards.”

The bedroom door closed and Liam collapsed into sobs. He flopped down on to the pillow and desperately searched for comfort. He grabbed a little blue stuffed elephant and cuddled it close to his chest as he tried to find any relief from his nightmare. In the end he fell asleep through exhaustion but his dreams were plagued with the same horrors as his real life. The Stress Free Campaign had truly consumed him.

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Didn't see that coming, but as soon as I read that Charlie was the CEO of Think Little, the pieces came together. Although I didn't expect Evie to play the role of Mommy Violet. That's pretty surprising, I must say.

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As Ashley's star soars she gets an unusual invite that no one could turn down. What she finds surprises her and Nick as Ashley learns that The Stress Free Campaign may not be what she thought it was.

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“Are you sure I’m dressed right?” Ashley was sat in a toddler seat in the back of Nick’s car. He was showing some credentials to a scary looking man in a suit.

“It’s what the invite said.” Nick replied as he took his pass back from a sceptical looking guard.

“I can’t believe we’re really here.” Ashley muttered as she looked out of the window.

The car rolled down the long driveway slowly. The White House loomed large out of the windows. Ashley felt a little twinge of nerves, her diaper was clean and dry. She may have been told to meet the President in her baby clothes but she was definitely not going to meet him in a used diaper. She bit her nails as she saw the iconic building growing larger and larger.

“Hey!” Nick was looking at Ashley in the rear view mirror, “No biting your nails. Put your pacifier in.”

“But-” Ashley couldn’t keep the childish whine out of her voice.

“Do it.” Nick raised his eyebrows and let Ashley know he wasn’t kidding.

Ashley didn’t think her Daddy would dare to punish her at the White House or in front of the President but she didn’t want to test that theory. Her fingers danced across her chest looking for the plastic soother and then she plopped it between her lips as her cheeks went red. As she looked out of the window again she saw another guard post wave them through and they entered a car park underneath the White House itself.

There had been a lot of talk about the President in recent weeks and they only seemed to be intensifying. There were rumours he was about to resign, others suggested he was about to be kicked out. It was only that very morning that news broke the cabinet were meeting without him and were openly discussing options of getting rid of Timothy Martyn. It was why the sudden invitation had been a shock. They had only received it three days ago but when you are invited to meet the President you can’t really say no.

Ashley had been living as a “little” for quite some time now but she still felt self-conscious to be dressed as she was. Her Daddy directed the car to a pre-selected parking space and parked up. She had to wait for Nick to step out and undo the restraints on his baby seat before she was able to step out of the car as well.

“Ah, Ashley, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” A male voice came from a door opposite the parking space.

Ashley turned around and had to stifle a gasp as she saw none other than the Vice-President coming out to meet her. John Parlour was instantly recognisable, as public opinion turned decidedly against the President John had been doing the press conferences more and more. He was smiling and holding out his hand.

“Likewithe.” Ashley lisped. She belatedly realised she was sucking on her pacifier still and blushed.

“You look wonderful.” John said with a small bow, “If you and your Daddy would like to follow me…”

Ashley had indeed dressed up for this. She had bought the most expensive adult baby dress she could find, to be more precise Nick had bought it since he had control of their money. The dress had a high hemline that showed off the bottom of her diaper quite easily. It was pink with white sleeves and a red heart over the chest. There were little pink bows on the front at the neckline as well as on the shoulders. Underneath she was wearing a petticoat which only emphasised how frilly and large her dress was.

Ashley remained in the car lot as the Vice-President walked away until Nick walked up behind her and took her hand. She looked at him with her pacifier bobbing against her lips and he smiled encouragingly at her in return. She finally started waddling forwards and following John up a small set of stairs.

The staircase could’ve been in any building in the world. It was all concrete and metal and looked very brutalist. At the top of the stairs there was a wooden door that looked very out of place. John pushed it open and Ashley stepped through, it was like walking through a portal into another world. Suddenly it wasn’t any building in the world, now it could only be one of the most important places on the globe.

“Welcome to the White House.” John Parlour said, “Please follow me and I will take you to the President.”

Ashley felt very out of place in her overgrown baby outfit. Everyone around her was either wearing fancy suits or other business wear. The carpets were a deep red and very bouncy, the walls were a dark cream and had portraits of former Presidents as well as landmark moments in American history interspersed with elaborate ornamental lighting. Ashley subconsciously pulled down at the bottom of her dress and rather wished she had worn something more grown-up.

The strange trio walked down some hallways and people turned their heads to watch them pass. More than a few asked for Ashley to take a picture with them which she obliged. She had to keep reminding herself that she was a big celebrity that most people recognised, despite being famous for over a year she still wasn’t used to it.

“President Timothy Martyn is just through these doors.” John Parlour said as they reached the end of the hallway and stopped in front of two large oak doors, “There’s a couple of things to keep in mind…”

Ashley nodded as she tried to get her mind that had been spinning through a thousand thoughts since they arrived to focus on the man in front of her. She was trembling slightly, the President was a bit of a hero for her, he was the one that had brought her this wonderful lifestyle.

“You may have heard rumours about the President and his job recently. These are not to be brought up, as you can imagine it’s been a stressful time for him.” John said. Ashley thought he looked like a stern teacher when he looked down his nose at her.

“It’s a good thing he has the Stress Free Campaign then.” Nick said from behind Ashley. He chuckled but no one else laughed. Ashley gave him a rather pitying smile.

“The only other thing I have to say is that he has brought you here as a guest.” John continued, “There will be some media but this is primarily a social visit. Understood?”

“Yeth thir.” Ashley said. She was trembling slightly and holding her Daddy’s hand just that bit tighter.

“Have fun.” John said as he knocked on the door. He was grinning slightly.

Ashley didn’t hear anyone saying to go in but the Vice-President pushed open the doors anyway. He stepped aside and Ashley walked in along with Nick. She couldn’t help but gasp as she walked into the Oval Office, a room she had seen on the news and in films so many times it almost had a feeling of familiarity to it.

Ashley looked around and almost missed the most remarkable aspect of the room. Sitting on the floor in front of the big oak desk the President was looking up at Ashley with a red face of his own. Timothy was sitting on the floor with legs wide apart. He was wearing a navy blue onesie that had the Presidential seal over his heart. He very clearly had a thick diaper on as he played with blocks on the floor. He seemed more nervous than Ashley.

There was an awkward silence. The President just sat there looking at Ashley with obvious embarrassment. Ashley didn’t know what she was supposed to do or say when meeting the President even if this hadn’t been such an unusual situation. She gripped her Daddy’s hand just a little bit tighter.

As the silence stretched on Ashley felt that maybe she and Nick should leave. It certainly didn’t feel overly welcoming inside that office. The doors suddenly opened again and suddenly an army of people walked in carrying cameras and boom mics. This must’ve been the media that the Vice-President had said was coming. They all started setting up around the room forming a ring.

Ashley saw the President looking around at them sadly. It looked like he might even have had tears in his eyes. One camera crew moved what looked like an antique globe whilst another started pushing stuff off the desk. Timothy Martyn, the most powerful person in the world, was simply sitting on the floor in his diaper as his office was rearranged around him. Ashley suddenly saw a vulnerability in the President that hadn’t been there in all his appearances on the campaign trail.

As the cameras flashed and the red light of the television cameras came on they all pointed at Timothy. The flashes seemed to startle him. Ashley knew what she had to do.

“Hewwo.” Ashley lisped in her best little girl voice as she crinkled forwards and sat on the floor opposite the President, “My name’th Athley.”

“T-Timmy…” President Martyn responded in a tiny voice that sounded like it could’ve been blown away on the wind.

“May I play?” Ashley asked as she pointed at the toys laid out before the President.

“Sure.” Timothy replied as Ashley sat down.

Ashley smiled at the timid President but could still see there was plenty troubling him. Some of the media people around the room made no attempt to hide their snickering. Ashley ignored them and started building a tower with the wooden blocks. Timothy seemed unable to stop looking at the cameras around them.

Ashley was well-versed with photoshoots at this stage and her instincts took over. As Timothy continued being withdrawn and nervous Ashley started posing with the President and toys, she was happy to give the media what they wanted. It was supposed to be a social meeting but it quickly started to feel like a photoshoot instead.

After a few minutes Ashley heard Timothy sigh. He looked up at Ashley and then down at the toys.

“Fuck it.” The President muttered loud enough for only Ashley to hear, “I might as well enjoy it.”

Ashley wasn’t sure what Timothy meant since she assumed he always enjoyed it. The President had always been a proponent of this campaign even before Ashley got started with it. She wasn’t going to say anything though and as the President started smiling and playing she joined in. She was a little taken aback by hearing the President swear like he just had.

As the two adult babies played the media seemed to get all the pictures and footage they wanted and one by one they left the room until the President was left alone with Ashley and Nick. Ashley was very wet by this stage but she was enjoying herself on the rug. As the last person with a camera took one last photo before leaving she saw the President visibly slump down like he was finally able to relax.

“Sir, if yo-” Ashley started.

“Just call me Timmy.” The President replied with a tired and slightly melancholy smile.

“Timmy, do you mind if I ask what’s going on?” Ashley asked nervously as she coloured in the picture of a unicorn, “There’s something wrong isn’t there?”

“I don‘t think you should be asking Timmy things like that…” Nick hurriedly stepped forwards concerned his baby would cause offence.

“No, no… It’s quite alright.” Timmy said as he looked up at Nick. He sighed again, “In a few days I will no longer be President.”

Ashley gasped and looked over to Nick who seemed equally shocked. Sure there had been a lot of rumours but hearing it confirmed was a shock. She didn’t quite know what to say but from the way Timmy was still smiling it seemed he was feeling some relief.

“But… why?” Ashley asked, “I know you’re under pressure but the campaign is still growing and you have all those reforms you wanted to make.”

“There was a lot I wanted to do.” Timmy nodded, “This campaign was certainly not one of them.”

“What!?” Ashley’s eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, “But… but…”

“It’s a long story.” Timmy said with a shrug.

Ashley wasn’t sure how to react so she stayed quiet. There was clearly a lot the President wasn’t telling her but she had already got more information than she probably had any right to. She looked down at the toys she had been playing with and suddenly felt quite listless towards them.

“I can’t say much.” Timmy said, “But this damn campaign is built on lies. My whole career I just wanted to help the people that needed it most and yet I was forced into all of this. I’m a sacrificial lamb.”

“I don’t understand.” Ashley frowned, “If you do-”

With a bang the door to the Oval Office flew open and Vice-President John Parlour came marching in. He was smiling warmly and looked immaculate in his suit as he surveyed the scene before him. A couple of security guards were standing behind him at the entrance to the door.

“I’m afraid that’s all we have time for.” John said, “I will escort you back to your car.”

“But-” Ashley started.

“Come on.” Nick had walked up to her and taken her hand. He leaned down next to her ear and whispered, “This is serious. We need to go.”

Ashley looked at Timmy who was nodding his head slightly. With a crescendo of crinkles he stood up and Ashley finally followed suit. Her diaper sagged making it more obvious underneath her dress. The President held out a hand but Ashley, reacting almost on instinct, skipped forwards and wrapped the President in a hug. She felt his arms squeeze her slightly before slowly and reluctantly letting go.

“I hope we can play again some time.” Timmy said wish a wistful smile. It looked like he knew it would never happen no matter how much he might want it.

“Me too.” Ashley replied.

Ashley kept looking over her should at the President as Nick took her hand again and they started leaving the room. Timmy stayed motionless in the middle of his office with his head and shoulders slumped forwards in a pose of resignation. Ashley only stopped looking back when the great oak doors closed after they were back out in the corridor.

“I’ve seen some of the pictures already.” The Vice-President said as he led the rest back down the corridor, “Some great shots. You’ll be compensated for your time of course.”

Ashley couldn’t get the meeting with Timmy out of her mind. She was barely paying attention to where they were going as she replayed the whole thing in her head. She had expected a sit down chat with the President, maybe some coffee and a little discussion, she hadn’t expected to be meeting an adult baby and playing with him for the whole of their meeting. He wasn’t a thing like Ashley had expected, the energetic and happy man from the campaign trail had vanished and been replaced by someone going through the motions, someone caught in on a conveyor belt they had no control of.

“Is it true that he is resigning?” Ashley blurted out as they went down the staircase to the car.

“Ashley!” Nick looked at her with wide eyes.

“Did he say that?” John asked. He stopped dead in his tracks and looked at the young influencer. His tone was unbothered but when he looked at Ashley there was a sharpness she hadn’t seen before, “That was very naughty of him. I’ll have to arrange a spanking.”

Ashley didn’t know if the Vice-President was joking or not. He let out a quick snort and turned around again to continue to the car. Nick shook Ashley’s hand and glared at her in a way that let her know he thought she had lost her mind. Clearly Nick had also sensed there was more going on here than met the eye, the only difference was he wanted to get out of there without ruffling feathers. Ashley just couldn’t help thinking of the sad man now alone in his office.

“He said the campaign wasn’t his idea.” Ashley continued in a small voice.

This time when the Vice-President stopped and turned there was no ambiguity. His eyes flashed with danger and there was no hint of a smile. Ashley couldn’t tell if it was just because the President was letting slip details that they didn’t want leaked or if there was something more sinister going on. John glared at Ashley for several uncomfortable seconds before turning to Nick.

“Such imaginations these babies have.” John said tersely, “I would suggest telling your little girl that she shouldn’t make up lies. That if she tries to go to make any posts about these tall-tales she will be breaking confidentiality agreements she made by coming here.”

John stared at Nick for a few more seconds to make sure he got the message. Ashley could feel sweat beading on her skin, she may have been famous in the Stress Free world but she was quickly learning that didn’t translate into where the real power laid. She shifted uncomfortably and looked down at her dress.

The Vice-President led the couple in uncomfortable silence until they reached the door of the car park. He held it open and when he turned to look at Ashley and Nick the tense hostility had evaporated, he was back to smiles and warm gestures.

“Thank you for visiting.” John said as he shook Nick’s hand, “I’ll leave you here. If you need anything just call the number on the contract we sent you.”

“Tha-” Nick started but the Vice-President had already turned away and closed the door in his face.

Ashley and Nick were left in the dimly lit car park staring at the closed door in silence. It was Nick that moved first and he pulled Ashley back to their car. Ashley noticed his hands were shaking as he buckled her into the car seat. When he got into his own seat behind the steering wheel he slumped forwards on to it.

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I'm really curious about how VP John is going to arrange a spanking, or if he was just joking. Well, half-joking I guess, I assume the prez will be punished in some fashion, not just with a spanking.

And by punish, I mean basically told not to do that because yeah.

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I have a strong feeling that the vice president is in on it..

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Liam is taken for a day out no matter how much he would rather stay at home. Cursed with the knowledge of what his family are doing but being completely unable to do anything about it he can only play the role he's been forced into, a role that is getting distressingly natural for him.

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The Jones Family

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Liam was a prisoner. There didn’t seem like a better word for what his life had become. Every aspect of his life was now fully controlled by his parents. He had been told the secrets of the family but he was utterly unable to do anything about it. Evie and Charlie were perfectly prepared for any situation and as the family became increasingly wealthy there were just more layers of control.

Liam was rarely left outside of some kind of cage. He slept in a crib surrounded by bars, he spent his days either in the living room or in the garden fenced in by a playpen and he ate in a highchair with straps keeping him in place. Even going outside left him trapped in his stroller. Since finding out about the family business Liam’s parents had made he could never tell anyone. Any time Liam was allowed out of the house, even when in the expansive backyard his tongue was numbed.

The cream was awful. It tasted disgusting and Liam hated the feeling of losing control of his mouth in any way. It left him drooling and unable to talk properly, all he could do was babble like a child. It endlessly amused Alicia whilst frustrating Liam awfully. Even the couple of times he could communicate with people they didn’t listen to him. Nobody listened to babies even if those babies were nineteen-years-old.

“Come on. Open up.” Evie said cheerfully.

Liam was sat in his stroller in the hallway. He had recently been changed into a fresh diaper and was wearing a pair of shortalls over the top. Alicia was next to him in the stroller babbling excitedly and Charlie was putting on a pair of shoes. It was the weekend and that meant the family were going out. Despite how busy Liam’s father was they always set a day aside for a family trip.

“Where are we going, mommy?” Alicia asked.

“You’ll see soon, sweetie.” Evie replied with a smile, “It’s a surprise. One we’ll get to see when your baby brother stops sulking.”

Liam pouted. He wasn’t sulking, he just didn’t want to open his mouth to be numbed. He didn’t think that was out of order!

“What’s the matter?” Charlie had walked over having finally put his shoes on.

“Your son is sulking.” Evie said with a shake of the head, “I just changed his diaper so I don’t think it’s that.”

“It’s because I don’t wa-” Liam couldn’t contain his frustration and started angrily exclaiming. No sooner had he opened his mouth Evie advanced on him with the gel.

Liam whined as he felt the gel on his tongue and he knew the game was up. He kept his mouth open as Evie spread it over his tongue, it started working very quickly. At first there was a strange tingling sensation and then the feeling just disappeared. A thin line of drool started running out of the corner of his mouth almost immediately.

“There we go.” Evie chuckled, “That wasn’t so bad, was it?”

Liam tried to tell his mother that it was the worst but he could only splutter wordlessly much to his embarrassment. Alicia laughed and clapped her hands seemingly thinking this was all just a game. Liam accepted the pacifier into his mouth and let it rest on his deadened tongue. At least the soother gave him an excuse to not even try to speak, though it did nothing for his embarrassing drooling.

With Liam effectively muzzled and therefore the family’s secrets safe the family went down the long driveway and out into their gated community. It was a nice day and there were quite a few people walking around. Liam was quite used to being seen like this even if he didn’t like it, the lingering stares and whispers were still embarrassing.

The family left the gated community of rich people and carried on down the road. Liam didn’t know much about this area at all. Since moving there Liam had rarely left the house and surrounding area. It only furthered his feelings that he was trapped in a prison.

The family walked the streets for half an hour and both Liam and Alicia were getting restless in their stroller seats. The heat was making Liam even more irritable than he usually was. It was just as he was considering kicking up a fuss to try and get some information that he saw the signs. There was a zoo nearby and next to the main buildings full of their exotic animals there was a smaller petting zoo. The stroller was turned towards the turnstiles and Liam sat in his seat as his mother bought tickets. To his embarrassment he was allowed in with a junior ticket since he was a full-time adherent of the lifestyle.

The petting zoo was relatively quiet that morning. The stroller was pushed down a dirt path towards a fenced in area and after handing over the tickets the family went inside. Alicia looked nervous and when a goat curiously walked up to them and got too close to Alicia the little girl started loudly crying. Liam couldn’t help but feel a little satisfaction with how bossy Alicia usually was towards him.

“Right, out you get.” Charlie leaned down and undid the straps holding the siblings down.

Liam stumbled forwards as he was pulled to his feet. He felt his father reach down to check him and in an automatic reaction spread his feet and pushed his crotch out. He was deemed to not need a diaper change as Charlie retracted his hand. Alicia meanwhile was being comforted by Evie who was now sitting and allowing another goat to grow near to show they weren’t dangerous.

“Have fun.” Charlie said to Liam. He handed his son a small bag of animal food before turning and walking over to a nearby picnic bench.

Liam looked around. He was already attracting attention and not just from the animals who seemed to want to see if he had any treats for them. Some other families weren’t shy in staring his way. Liam was used to such looks.

Unsure of what to do Liam walked away from his family and started checking out the animals. He had always loved animals, despite the humiliating situation he couldn’t help but smile when animals came over for pets and attention. Animals were so simple compared to humans, they weren’t using him in sick games to promote their businesses or anything. There was no malice or ill-intent in those animals’ heads, they just wanted food.

“Heugh wo.” Liam tried to speak completely forgetting about his numb tongue.

Liam opened the small bag he had been given and pulled out some of the food for a pig that had sidled up next to him and grunted. Liam crouched and held his hand out and giggled as he felt the heavy animal’s tongue licking his palm.

Liam walked away from his family handing out seeds to the various animals as he went. Chickens, goats, sheep, pigs, they all followed him around for more food. He smiled, he felt like the pied piper leading a long line of followers. He got so into watching the animals behind him he missed a small child in front of him. He nearly knocked the child over but he was able to keep the little boy upright.

“Thowy.” Liam said. He did his best to make himself understood but the boy just frowned at him.

As the boy ran back to his mother Liam was forced to realise he was basically a smaller baby than the random kid. He could see the boy talking to his mother whilst Liam was forced to mumble like a pre-verbal infant. Liam turned his head away from this other family and went back to the animals. As he crouched down in front of a little rabbit and held his hand out he felt his diaper warming.

Liam froze in place until his wetting had stopped and when he straightened back up he could feel his padding sagging quite significantly. He would need a change soon, there was no doubt about that, but he really didn’t want it to happen in front of these other families. He bit his lip nervously.

“Ey wat ot.” Liam tried to speak as a goat bumped into his side. It was very impatient for some more food.

Liam held out his hand and the goat greedily licked up everything but he didn’t wander away like the other animals. The goat stared at the bag of food Liam was holding. Liam held the food behind his back and shook his head. He couldn’t help but see how ridiculous he looked negotiating with a goat. It was even worse because he appeared to be losing the argument. The goat took a step forwards and Liam took a step back at the same time.

With a scared look in his eyes Liam looked over the goat to where his mom was dealing with Alicia. Liam’s dad was looking at his phone and hurrying out of the gate towards a secluded area nearby. Liam was basically on his own.

“Walex.” Liam tried to tell the goat to calm down as if it understood him. It was as effective as could be imagined.

The goat, incensed that he was being kept from the food, lowered his head and suddenly moved forwards. Liam couldn’t react fast enough and he soon got head-butted in the belly. Liam staggered backwards with his eyes wide open. He dropped the bag of food and fell on to his back. He was winded but that was the least of his problems.

“Oof.” Liam exclaimed.

As soon as the goat’s head hit Liam’s stomach his bowels started pushing and opening on their own. Whether it was the actual impact or the sudden fear brought about by the charging goat the end result was the same. Liam was laying in the mud looking up at the sky as semi-soft poop oozed into his diaper. He felt his eyes welling up with tears as he felt the mess all over his diaper, it was like it had exploded out of him.

Liam sat up and felt the crap spreading even further. His genitals were soon submerged in his sudden accident. In front of him the goat was unconcerned as it greedily munched on all the food that Liam had dropped. Liam couldn’t hold the tears back and he started sobbing as he sat in his recently filled pants.

Liam climbed to his feet as he cried and started a quick wide-legged waddle towards his mother. He didn’t care how he looked, he needed comfort just like Alicia had done when they had first arrived.

“Mama! Mama!” Liam wailed. The words were sloppy from the numbing gel but the crying would’ve rendered him practically incomprehensible anyway.

As Liam approached he saw his mom look up from Alicia with a frown. He ran straight up to her and tried to explain what had happened. With tears flowing from his eyes and snot dripping from his nose he pointed at the goat and then himself.

“Yes, dear, you fed the goat.” Evie said, “Why are you crying? What’s wrong?”

Liam wanted to tell his mom that he had been winded but as he tried to mime this fact he saw Evie sniffing the air. He felt his shoulders slump as he realised that even in the middle of all these animals he could be distinguished with his messy diaper.

“Ah, you’re crying because you need a change?” Evie nodded as if suddenly understanding, “Oh dear, it’s OK baby. A little poo-poo never hurt anyone. I’m a bit busy with your big sister though, go find your father.”

Liam turned towards the gate as he sniffled pathetically. As he reached the wooden entrance a new family arrived and came inside. The smiles and excitement on their faces disappeared as they looked at Liam’s pitiful form. As soon as they had cleared the gate Liam shuffled out with his stinky diaper sliding in every direction.

Liam sniffed as he approached the bushes he had seen his father disappear into. He pushed some branches out of the way until he saw a small clearing. He could see his father leaning against a tree with his phone to ear. He was about to call out when Charlie started talking.

“Yeah… Yeah… No, I understand.” Charlie Said as he tapped his foot, “He’ll be gone tomorrow?”

Liam’s curiosity was getting the better of him and he shrunk back into the shadows a little. He hoped the smell wafting from his diaper wasn’t going to alert his father to where he was. Liam watched his father scratch the back of his head and nod along to whatever was being said. He assumed this was some sort of business deal.

“It’s all gone off without a hitch on this end.” Charlie said, “Better than expected in all honesty. Yeah, more money than we can spend. Your share will be coming same time as last month.”

As he spoke Charlie turned and looked Liam’s way. Liam held his breath and crouched down even further. For one long second Liam thought he had been seen as his dad seemed to look precisely at the spot he was standing. Without a word or any hint of recognition Charlie turned around again and kicked a pinecone. Liam let out a sigh of relief.

“I look forwards to seeing you soon, Mr. Vice-President.” Charlie said before a quick chuckle, “Or perhaps I should say Mr. President, eh?”

Liam’s eyes flew wide. He already knew his parents were involved in some very shady blackmailing of the President but now he was hearing that the Vice-President was involved. He felt like he was one of the first people to hear the Watergate tapes, he had knowledge of a shocking scandal that no one else knew about. The only difference was that people could leak the Watergate news, Liam was powerless in every sense of the word.

Charlie hung up the phone and pocketed it again. He stretched his arms above his head before starting back to the path running to the petting zoo. Thinking quickly, Liam hurried back out of the bushes the same way he had walked in. He was just fast enough to get out on the path and make it look like he had come straight from the petting area. He was partially out of breath but as his father approached and smiled it seemed he had got away with eavesdropping.

“There’s my baby boy.” Charlie said as he walked up to Liam and tussled his hair.

Liam didn’t say anything. He didn’t need to. Charlie bent down and sniffed the air before pulling back the waistband on his diaper to look inside. Liam blushed and sighed with annoyance, it was clear what he had done, he just wanted a diaper change.

“Come on.” Charlie said, “Let’s get that poopy butt changed.”

Liam was ready to walk back to the stroller but instead he was lifted in the air. He was just about to say something when he was sat on Charlie’s hip. Liam shuddered as he felt the diaper get pulled tight and the contents smeared around him. He grimaced as he was carried back towards the petting zoo and a change of diaper.

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That confirms my suspicions that John was in on this. It has to be a pretty big pay off to bribe him into doing this, though. Or Charlie has blackmail on him, too.

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That twist really got me, I had no clue that it was Liams parents who where behind the stress free campaign and black mailing. Really good story so far! ?

President Timothy Martyn is about to become Former President Timothy Martyn. With his usefulness at an end so is his presidency. Along with the regret that he couldn't enact the changes he wanted on coming to office he feels relief that the nightmare is about to be over.

His last act is a resignation speech and welcoming his successor into the role. Id he thought that was the end of his nightmare he may be sorely mistaken...

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President Martyn

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“We want you to say this.” The White House staffer said as she slipped a script in front of Timothy.

“Really?” Timothy said as he picked up the paper and waved it gently, “First I’m forced out of my job and now I don’t even get to write my own speech?”

“I do-” The staffer looked confused.

“Forget it.” Timothy waved the confused aide away and sat put the script back down with a tortured sigh.

Timothy was sat behind his desk in the Oval Office. Straight in front of him was a single camera with a cameraman ready to press the button to start the broadcast. Timothy was in a sour mood and he had every reason for it. The months of speculation were over. Timothy was being forced to resign by the blackmailer and whoever else was working against him, at this point he assumed that meant everyone.

Timothy’s sullen face was in direct contrast to the smiling sun on his dark blue onesie. The diaper underneath it was wet but there wasn’t time to change, especially as Timothy’s things were being removed as quickly as possible. It seemed like after one year of rule the White House staff, much like the general public couldn’t wait to be rid of him.

The current Vice-President, John Parlour, would be taking over. Timothy had only been told about the change recently and when he spoke to John it seemed like it was just as big of a surprise to him. It was a poisoned chalice, Timothy thought, the Stress Free Campaign would poison everyone and everything it touched. He couldn’t imagine John having more success even if he wasn’t being blackmailed.

In truth there was a large part of Timothy that was feeling relieved. As the time of official resignation drew near he found himself feeling increasingly excited. After a year of non-stop stress the thought that he could be back out of the spotlight and be own man again excited him a lot.

“When you reach the end of your statement you should invite the Vice-President over to give a speech.” The media officer said as she repositioned a few things on the desk to better frame the shot.

“What’s he going to say?” Timothy asked. He found it a little unusual that John hadn’t consulted with him on such a big event. They would usually run everything with each other for advice or tips.

“I don’t know, sir.” The media officer replied as she checked a clipboard and ticked a few things, “My job is to focus on you and make sure this transition is smooth.”

Timothy nodded his head and leaned back in his chair as preparations continued around him. The task in front of him wasn’t going to be pleasant but it had been coming for some time. He knew his reign was going to end in ignominy, he knew he would go down as one of the most controversial Presidents in history but at that moment he was just looking forward to getting out of the White House and laying low. Anything that would happen after that wouldn’t be his problem anymore.

“Two minutes till we are live on the air.” The media officer called out to the room at large, “Every channel. Sir, you are about to be the sole focus for the largest television audience in history.”

Before Timothy could reply with the sarcasm that was burning a hole in him the door to the office opened. The Vice-President strode into the room purposefully. He was flanked by aides and signing forms as he walked, it was as if he had already assumed office. Timothy stood up and reached out his hand but the usually friendly John flatly ignored him.

The red light of the camera came on and Timothy felt the nerves he always felt before going on the air live. He kept repeating that once he did this it would be all over. His dreams of having a legacy based on uniting the country and making it the best it could be had fallen around him in tatters, he would be happy if he was forgotten by history now.

“Live in one minute.” The media officer said, “All non-essential people leave the room.”

There was a last minute flurry of activity and Timothy leaned forwards in his seat. He looked into the lens of the camera and felt it’s unblinking stare look straight into his soul. He took a drink of water and licked his dry lips.

“And in three… two…” The media officer counted the last number silently and then pointed at the soon to be ex-President.

Timothy stared into the lens for a couple of seconds. On his desk, thankfully hidden by some of the few trinkets that remained his hands were shaking. He prepared to deliver the final act in the tragedy that had been in his presidency.

“Hello America.” Timothy smiled but it was forced, “Ever since you elected me last year I have been working hard to improve this already fine country. I have introduced grant schemes, raised funding levels and, of course, introduced the Stress Free Campaign.”

Timothy left out the part where the whole campaign, the only thing he would be remembered for, was forced upon him via blackmail. He hadn’t wanted to mention it at all but he was told that he should try to spin the positives out of it. The next President was going to inherit the campaign and was going to take it forwards. John had been one of the President’s few supporters in cabinet and he wanted to continue promoting stress free living.

“The Stress Free Campaign is my baby.” Timothy lied, “It was created for the purpose of improving mental health and quality of life. I am very… proud of it.”

Timothy paused. Those last words had caused bile from Timothy’s stomach to jump up into his throat. The urge to tell the truth was strong but he knew it wouldn’t change anything, the campaign was bigger than the President or any one person.

“Alas, there comes a time where a person has to admit that they have done all they can and need to step aside.” Timothy sighed, “It is time for me to step down and allow the very able Vice-President, John Parlour, to take over.”

Timothy could imagine the scenes around the country as people watched or listened to him. He would’ve liked to imagine that this news was being greeted with tears and sadness but he knew it was much more likely people were celebrating. His approval had cratered harder and faster than the meteor that wiped out the dinosaurs and after this Timothy assumed he was going the same way, at least from a career perspective.

Timothy was about to continue when John walked into frame. There was still more that the now former-President wanted to say but as John clapped him on the back and reached out his hand it was clear he was taking over in a very literal sense. Timothy mustered as much of a smile as he could as his hand was very quickly grasped and then let go. With an awkwardness that definitely would’ve transferred through the lens of the camera Timothy stepped backwards out of the frame and John sat down in the still-warm seat.

As Timothy looked on John started talking. Timothy was already feeling like he wasn’t wanted anymore but now it seemed to be obvious that everyone was trying to move and forget he had ever been there. Despite everything he had been asked to say he was shocked to hear what John said to the camera.

“America, I want you to know that your voices are heard.” John stated to the camera with a look of stony-faced determination, “It is time for this country to heal and for that to happen we will be cutting funding for the Stress Free Campaign. It doesn’t require it’s bloated budget and it will be supported in a way that makes it an attractive option without harming our other services.”

Timothy frowned. He had been told he needed to defend everything to do with the Stress Free Campaign and now John was coming in and immediately toning it down. With a start he realised exactly what was happening and that he had been set up to take the fall one final time. They were trying to place all of the divisiveness and excesses of the Campaign squarely on Timothy’s shoulders so they could discard him and get a fresh start. He was being sacrificed.

With a sinking heart Timothy now saw that he was essentially a lightning rod for all the criticisms and now that the Stress Free Campaign was firmly entrenched in society he was no longer needed and it didn’t have to be pushed any more. The blackmailer had been correct. Timothy was simply at the end of his usefulness.

“In the coming days and weeks you will hear about our reforms.” John said as a smile appeared on his lips, “It’s time to ditch the failures of the past and fix what is broken. We will bring America back together and move forward as one. Thank you.”

The camera stopped recording and the people around the room gave the new President a round of applause. Timothy was still looking confused as John walked over to him. Timothy saw the confident man regarding him with some disdain. This was the man who had always been Timothy’s biggest ally in politics but now he was looking at him as if they didn’t know each other, or worse, that he was something unpleasant dragged in by the White House dog. Timothy could see a lot of people looking his way and in an almost automatic gesture he held out his hand.

“Good luck John.” Timothy said with a small smile, “I know yo-”

“Get the fuck out of my office.” John interrupted.

“W-What?” Timothy stared in shock. He couldn’t remember hearing John say a bad word about anyone, he certainly didn’t remember him ever swearing.

John looked around and then walked right up to Timothy. It looked like he was going to give him a hug but instead of wrapping his arms around the former President he simply leaned in right next to his ear. For some reason it was then that Timothy noticed the new President wasn’t wearing a diaper, in fact he wasn’t sure anyone in the room but him was padded.

“It’s time to go…” John paused for a second and chuckled under his breath, “Timmy.”

Timothy felt time stop. It was like the colour drained from the world around him as John pulled away and smirked at him. There was only one possible way that John could know about “Timmy” but the implication shook Timothy’s whole world. To know about Timothy’s baby name it meant John had been in contact with either Mistress Violet or the blackmailers!

“Please escort Timothy off the premises.” John was looking over Timothy’s shoulder. Timothy turned to see a couple of large secret service men in their suits right behind him.

Timothy felt two hands on his shoulders which he shrugged off. He was staring at John as his brain tried to process what was happening. Surely there was some sort of mistake, there must be some kind of explanation that didn’t mean his friend had been a traitor to him. The potential explanations fell by the wayside. Timothy knew what the truth must be and it felt like it was ripping him apart.

“Please don’t make this harder than it has to be, sir.” One of the agents said.

The hands grabbed Timothy’s shoulders and this time they weren’t shrugged off so easily. Timothy could feel the fists grabbing the shoulders of his suit jacket and the more he moved the tighter they became. After a couple of seconds he could feel a pull and he stumbled backwards a step. The hurt suddenly became anger and Timothy balled his fists.

“Traitor!” Timothy yelled causing everyone in the room to look his way, “Arrest him! He’s a traitor to the country!”

Timothy was practically frothing at the mouth. It had all suddenly made sense, the truth had stabbed through him and suddenly made everything seem very clear indeed. There had been a man on the inside all along, Timothy’s blackmailers must’ve known everything that had happened inside his inner-circle from before he had even been made President.

“He’s been blackmailing me!” Timothy screamed, “He’s sold me and this office out!”

Timothy was now being dragged forcefully from the office though he was fighting as hard as he could to stay. He needed to make sure people knew who the new President was!

“He’s behind it all!” Timothy exclaimed as he grabbed the edge of the door frame. There were now people all down the corridor looking his way.

“You know where to take him.” John said from the doorway to the security. He turned to the frantic Timothy, “Don’t worry. You’ll be taken care of where you’re going.”

Timothy was basically in a fight with the secret service now but more were joining the fray and he was finding himself battling impossible odds. He felt his two legs get lifted as he was carried past shocked White House employees. He was raving like a mad man and doing nothing to help his case. His suit was torn in several places and his pants had great holes in them that showed the yellowed padding underneath. He was still trying to yell the truth but he was increasingly grunting and yelping as he was manhandled out of the most important office on Earth.

It felt like every member of White House staff got a chance to ogle at Timothy as he was carried out towards the car park. A couple of people even had their phones out. Parked right outside the door at the bottom of the stairs was a black van with tinted windows. Timothy was bundled inside, practically thrown to the metal floor of the vehicle where he landed in a heap. He tried to get up but the doors were slammed in his face.

“Let me out!” Timothy banged on the doors that he knew were completely secure, “You have to listen to me!”

Timothy continued to hit the sides of the van until the engine started running. As it pulled away from the door he was sent head over heels. It was all he could do to hang on to the wall to prevent himself from rolling all over the back of the vehicle. He had no idea where he was being taken but he suddenly felt very worried indeed.

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The penultimate part of the story!

With Joey completely trapped in a house that is basically a prison to him he finds that he may have a new sibling joining him...

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The Jones Family

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“I swear this room is bigger than my whole apartment.”

“How the other half live, huh?”

“They can afford five cars in the garage and their own private security but they can’t afford to give me a raise. It’s a joke.”

“Careful… Don’t forget he’s in the room.”

“Pfft, what’s he going to do about it?”

“He is still their son…”

“He’s a baby. No one listens to babies.”

Liam was sat in a baby bouncer that hung from the ceiling. He had a pacifier in his mouth that he sucked on as he gently bounced up and down. On the little tray in front of him was a stuffed teddy bear, some paper and a collection of crayons. He’d been left in the living room to play whilst his parents took care of some business.

“Yeah, well, all I’m saying is that if they hear you talking like that things might not go so well for you.”

“You worry too much!”

“These guys are super rich! Like, Bill Gates rich.”

“And?”

“And if you hear about some of their dirty laundry who knows what might happen.”

“Geez, man, relax. I’m not spreading anything.”

Liam’s diaper warmed around his crotch. From the doorway he could hear the two security guards that were keeping an eye on him talking. He didn’t really care what they had to say but it could sometimes be interesting to eavesdrop, it was about the only way he got any information these days.

Since the family had become so wealthy they had hired security to watch them and the house every hour of the day. Liam felt that the men and women wandering around the house with suits and walkie-talkies were more like a private army than anything else. There were a lot of them and they patrolled the grounds as well as the house, it didn’t do much for the feeling of imprisonment that pervaded every one of Liam’s senses.

The two security guards at the door had been called over by Evie when she and Charlie had hurried outside half an hour before. Liam had been left in the bouncer and watched like a useless baby. It was a feeling he was used to and it wasn’t all that uncommon for the security to be roped in to being temporary nannies at times.

“Why did we get this stupid detail anyway? Why aren’t the newbies doing this crap?”

“We were nearest… And what have I told you about talking like that?”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah… Did they say where they were going? How long we would be babysitting the brat?”

Liam looked up and towards the doorway in indignation. It wasn’t as if he had chosen to live his life like this. Unfortunately he couldn’t argue with the burly men who had their backs to him, for one his tongue had been numbed but the security were apparently all aware of his position and how it wasn’t exactly voluntary. Liam had been most disheartened when he had worked up the nerve to ask for help and been basically ignored. It turned out the security had been told that he had begged his parents to treat him like a baby and they shouldn’t listen to his protestations no matter what. Liam didn’t know how much they were paid but it was apparently enough to go along with Evie and Charlie.

“I don’t know and I don’t know. Why do you always think I have the answers?”

“You’re my supervisor…”

“I don’t think you understand how little that means. Look, all I know is they are outside.”

“Well, I’m telling you now if he needs a diaper change you can count me out.”

“Aww, what’s the matter? Little baby afraid of a little stinker?”

“Cut it out!”

Liam pouted behind his pacifier and thought about throwing his stuffed bear at the guards in indignation but decided against it. In the past the security hadn’t been afraid to rat him out to his parents when he misbehaved and he really wanted to avoid a spanking.

Liam didn’t know what was happening but he did know his parents had been extra busy in the last few days. They had been rushing around preparing things and generally acting very out of the ordinary. They hadn’t even had much time for Liam and for most of the last few days it had been the security or nannies that had been looking after him.

Liam bounced in his elastic seat and yawned. He wasn’t sure what time it was but he knew he was overdue for his nap. Whatever was going to happen he hoped it would be soon so he could get a change and be put in his crib. After having naps every day for the best part of a year he couldn’t help but feel cranky that he wasn’t getting one on schedule.

“Looks like something is happening…”

“About time.”

“That’s a pretty sweet looking vehicle.”

Liam could see the guards straining their necks to look out a small window nearby. He was curious as well but couldn’t help from having a sinking feeling in his gut, usually if there was a surprise it wasn’t good for him.

“They’re really rolling out the red carpet.”

“Think it’s another of Evie’s clients?”

“Is that..?”

“Holy crap!”

Liam couldn’t see what was being talked about and it was very frustrating. The two security guards that were supposed to be watching him suddenly ran out of the room leaving Liam bouncing slowly up and down in the elastic chair. He pouted at being left out.

There were shouts and sounds of scuffles. Liam strained his neck but couldn’t see anything as the door slowly swung closed. A table was knocked over and a vase fell to the ground and shattered in the hallway. The door to the living room suddenly burst open causing Liam to jump and a fresh burst of heat let him know his bladder was voiding.

At first Liam thought someone was throwing something into the room but he soon realised that “thing” was a person. The body fell to the floor in the centre of the room and was quickly followed by several members of security. The quiet room was suddenly bursting with activity as the man unfolded himself from the floor and charged at the door, the security was like a brick wall and he was shoved straight back down.

“You have no right to do this to me!” The man shouted.

Liam’s mouth fell open as he finally saw who the new guest was. He could hardly believe his eyes but President Timothy Martyn was now climbing back to his feet. His clothes looked ragged and his pants had split between his legs exposing his diaper underneath, it seemed he was as wet as Liam now was.

“Shut it.” One of the security guards said.

“What are you going to do, eh?” The recently ex-President dusted himself off and straightened his clothes, “You’ve finished with me so you’re going to put a bullet in my head? Make sure I don’t talk?”

The security guards looked at each other. It was clear to Liam that they had no idea what was happening and the thought of shooting someone hadn’t crossed their minds. As the security guards remained silent Timothy looked over to the corner where Liam was, he frowned and seemed to have second thoughts about what might be happening.

“None of that will be necessary.” Liam’s mother’s voice came from the hallway and the wall of guards separated.

Liam felt like he was the only audience member in some strange play as his mother strode into the room. Timothy looked like he had just seen a ghost, the colour drained from his face and he seemed to shrink back in shock.

“M-Mistress Violet!?” Timothy looked like his brain was overloading from trying to put the pieces together, “What’s going on? Why are you here?”

“I live here.” Evie replied with a small smile.

“But… But…” Timothy stuttered as he looked around trying to make sense of anything.

“Oh, baby, you don’t need to worry anymore.” Evie smiled and walked into the room a little further, “You’re safe now. You don’t have to worry about any more of those big boy thoughts. You can stay here forever and play with Liam and Alicia, you’ll be well taken care of I assure you. You can have your Mistress, or maybe I should saw Mommy, all the time.”

“Stay here forever?” Timothy shook his head, “That’s ridiculous I’m needed by people!”

“Baby, if there is one person who needs to de-stress, it’s you.” Evie said sweetly, “We’ve decided it would be best if you stayed with us here.”

Timothy’s mouth was hanging open as he started putting everything together. He looked down at the ground and shook his head, his body was shaking but Liam wasn’t able to see whether he was laughing, crying or something else.

“You’re mad.” Timothy finally said, “Absolutely crazy! This is kidnapping and illegal detainment! People will wonder where I am, they will come and find me.”

“Oh, baby…” Evie pursed her lips and shook her head sadly.

Liam watched as his mother went over to the television and turned it on. With the remote she tuned into a news channel which seemed to be showing a replay of a news conference. Timothy turned to look at the TV as the volume was turned up. The new President, John Parlour, was at the podium. The very place Timothy had stood to give all his press briefings.

“… and because of the stresses of the job he was no longer able to carry out the duties of President.” John was explaining.

“And where is the former President now?” A reporter asked. John took a second before replying.

“My good friend, Timothy Martyn, has made the decision to retire from public life. He has asked that everyone respects his privacy as he starts a new chapter of his life.” John said with a smile, “I for one am delighted that he has found peace and is ready to move on.”

“That’s a lie!” Timothy shouted at the television as if anyone on the screen could hear him.

Liam watched as the life seemed to disappear from Timothy. The former President slumped down as if suddenly realising that he was trapped. Liam felt a surge of empathy for the President, he knew exactly how it felt to be trapped. He saw his mom nod at the security and they advanced into the room.

“Take him up to his nursery so we can dress him more appropriately.” Evie said, “Get ready, Timmy. Welcome to the first day of the rest of your life!”

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With the President Timothy Martyn removed the Stress Free Campaign seems here to stay. Ashley, by this point one of the biggest influencers in the country, and her Daddy receive a message asking them to go somewhere by the new President. What awaits them?

PLUS find out what happens to the characters and the world they inhabit after the ending with a special epilogue!

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Ashley

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“Where are we going?” Ashley asked from her car seat as the car moved through the streets.

“I don’t know.” Nick replied, “I was just given an address by President Parlour and told to go there.”

“And you’re just going to do it unquestioningly?” Ashley raised her eyebrows.

“Sweetie, I wear the pants in this relationship.” Nick looked in the rear view mirror and smiled at Ashley in a way that made her roll her eyes, “You leave decisions to Daddy.”

Ashley pouted as Nick chuckled away. She reached to the side where her sippy cup was waiting and she drank some juice. Her diaper crinkled under her short dress as she shifted around slightly, she was still dry though she knew that wouldn’t last long. She felt exhausted as it felt like everyone wanted a piece of her and her agent was always ready to accept more work.

Being the most popular campaigner of the Stress Free Campaign was harder work than Ashley imagined. This was supposed to be a day off, the first day without making any content or filming interviews in three weeks and yet here she was. She had been hoping for a nice rest at home where she could play with her toys and cuddle with her Daddy.

“Is it work?” Ashley asked.

“I don’t know.” Nick replied honestly, “I was just told to bring you to this address and we would be told more there.”

Ashley fiddled with her fingers nervously. She didn’t like not knowing what was going on, even with their new relationship dynamics she always kept control of her schedule as much as she could. She looked out of the window at the passing neighbourhood. It looked very fancy, all the streets were lined with trees and the houses were huge.

The car slowed up as it approached a large gate. Ashley leaned to the side so she could see out the windscreen, either side of the giant gate were men in suits with earpieces in. It was one of these men that walked up to Nick’s window.

“Papers.” The man grunted.

Ashley watched as Nick handed over a couple of forms. As the security guard took it his jacket moved and Ashley saw a gun in his holster. She swallowed nervously. She felt like she was entering some criminal compound right in the middle of a very posh neighbourhood. Her feet which just barely grazed the carpeted floor of the car shook nervously.

“You’re late.” The guard said as he handed back the papers.

“Yeah, sorry, the tra-” Nick started.

“Unlock the trunk.” The guard instructed.

Ashley heard a little click and then watched as the two security men walked around the car. They peered in through the windows to see if they could spot anything untoward. Ashley didn’t like the way they stared at her, it made her feel like she was some kind of criminal. From behind her there was a rustling as all their bags were searched.

“Alright, you can go on through.” The security guard said as he walked back to his kiosk and pressed a button.

Ashley heard a loud buzz and then the large metal gate slid open. Nick put the car into gear again and then started forwards on to a long gravel driveway. Ashley twisted around to look as the gate closed behind them, it was quite ominous.

“Nice place, eh?” Nick said as the car rolled down towards a large fountain that was ringed by a loose gravel row.

The car rolled round the fountain and stopped in front of a large set of stairs leading up to a pair of massive doors. Nick turned the engine off and then stepped out of the car. Ashley stayed in her car seat until the door nearest her was opened and she was unbuckled.

“I don’t know about this…” Ashley muttered as she was helped out of the car. She flattened down her dress as she looked around at the high walls that surrounded the property.

“Don’t worry.” Nick said. He ruffled Ashley’s hair, “Daddy’s here to protect you.”

Ashley did feel somewhat reassured but she was well aware of the fact that there were things he couldn’t protect her from. She took her Daddy’s hand and started walking up the steps to the heavy doors. Nick was just about to put her hand up to knock when the door opened. Ashley and Nick looked in to a tall woman who was smiling at them warmly.

“Ashley Hurst, my word, you’re even more pretty in person!” Evie said as she stepped inside and waved the visitors in, “You’ve been our idol.”

“Oh, erm, thanks.” Ashley said as she walked into a cavernous lobby area. In the big empty space the crinkle of her diaper seemed so much louder.

“Please, come with me.” Evie said as she closed the front door and then walked towards the large flight of stairs heading to the second floor.

“This is a beautiful place.” Nick said as he started pulling Ashley after him, “Have you been here long?”

As Nick and Ashley followed this mysterious Evie they chatted about the house Ashley was left to look around and quietly follow. She was noticing a lot of children’s toys laying around and even childish drawings taped up on some of the walls. The house was huge and seemed even bigger on the inside. There was a plaque on the wall next to one of the doors and Ashley stopped when she reached it. She gasped in surprise when she read the inscription.

“What is it?” Nick asked. He had walking along and holding her hand and when Ashley suddenly stopped he was pulled back slightly.

“Office of Mr. Charles Jones, CEO of Think Little!” Ashley read out loud. She turned to look at Evie, “You guys are Think Little?”

“Guilty.” Evie replied with a small laugh, “You didn’t know? I thought we told your agent all the details.”

“No, we didn’t hear anything except to come here.” Nick replied, “Wow, I mean, you guys have your logo stamped on half the stuff in our house.”

“Yes, the last year has been good to us.” Evie said somewhat wistfully, “I suppose we have you to thank for that, Baby Ashley.”

“Me?” Ashley asked dumbly.

“You were the one that raised the Stress Free Campaign’s profile. You paid for most of this house!” Evie laughed, “Speaking of people that helped my husband’s company, if you would like to follow me there’s someone you should meet.”

Ashley and Nick continued following Evie down the hallway. It felt like they were deep into the house before Evie stopped, they had passed countless doors leading to rooms they couldn’t see in and the door they now stood in front of didn’t seem any different. The only thing that differentiated this room was a small sign that said “Nursery” in colourful childish letters.

“Say hello to the kids.” Evie said as she pushed open the door.

Ashley was the last into the room and looked around somewhat jealously at what looked like a perfect nursery. It was only when her eyes fell on the two people sitting on the floor that she felt her breath catch in her chest and for a second everything froze.

Sitting on the floor and playing with some small plastic army men was a young man Ashley had never seen before and a man she had seen a lot of and even met very recently. A man who resigned his position one week previously and hadn’t been seen in public since, a man who was now staring at Ashley with red cheeks and wide eyes behind a bobbing pacifier mouth guard.

“P-President!?” Ashley gasped.

“Not anymore he isn’t.” Evie said with a small smile, “No, Timmy here decided he didn’t want so much stress in his life so he came here. We’re happy to take care of him.”

Ashley saw Timothy spit out his pacifier and try to speak. She couldn’t understand anything he said though, it was like helpless infantile babbling. He looked frustrated but even when he tried to speak more slowly there was nothing but incomprehensible sounds.

“I… I don’t understand.” Ashley said. She was referring both to this bizarre situation and Timothy’s speech.

“The poor man…” Evie shook her head sadly, “The stress of revolutionising the nation was just too much. He passionately believed in the Stress Free Campaign and pushed it through no matter the cost. He’s a hero. Don’t you think he should be allowed to retire and relax now? To spend the rest of his days playing with his new baby brother and sister?”

Ashley was staring at the former President and could see him furiously shaking his head. She looked up to Evie who was still just smiling. Despite the smile on Evie’s face she had a sharp look in her eyes, Ashley could see there was more here than met the eye but she was very cognizant of where she was. She swallowed and turned to face Nick who looked just as shocked.

“So why are we here?” Nick asked eventually.

“We want you to do one of your… what do you call it? Live streams?” Evie said, “We were going to keep little Timmy’s future quiet but with everyone asking where he is we thought maybe we should put everyone’s minds at ease.”

“I… I don’t know…” Ashley stuttered. She saw Timmy looking at the ground. The other young man just looked confused as he absent-mindedly fiddled with one of the tiny toy shoulders, “I haven’t got my equipment or anything.”

“Don’t worry about that, we have all that here.” Evie smiled and tilted her head.

Ashley didn’t know what to say. The oppressive atmosphere of the mansion had been sinister when she first came through the gate but it had only got worse. She looked at Nick hoping he would know what to say but he seemed equally unsure and just looked back at Ashley as if to say it was entirely up to her.

“I don’t think I should…” Ashley said slowly.

“Let me help you with your decision.” Evie said as she stepped forwards and put a hand on Ashley’s shoulder, “I can make you or I can break you.”

Ashley looked into Evie’s col eyes and swallowed. It was like she could see through to her calculating brain and all the machinations that had been going on within. Her heart was hammering at a million miles per hour.

“H-He doesn’t want to be here does he?” Ashley practically whispered, “You made this happen…”

“Smart little baby you have here, Nick.” Evie chuckled, “Ashley, forget about him, this is about you. If you make this stream and assure everyone that the former President is happy and safe I can turn you from a star into a megastar. You’ll be in films, television, music… whatever you want I can make it happen.”

“And what if I still say no?” Ashley asked fearing the answer.

“I break you.” Evie’s cold voice caused goose bumps to spring up all over Ashley, “Your career is over before you step out the front gate. Your Daddy’s graphic design business fails. Both of you will be destitute.”

“You’re mad.” Nick shook his head and frowned, “There’s no way you could do that.”

“I brought down the President.” Evie replied, “I’m the power behind the new President. We are well on our way to become the wealthiest family in the world. Do not underestimate me. Believe me, I don’t want you and your brat here anymore than you want to be here yourself, but I need Ashley’s reach to get this message out.”

Ashley was trembling slightly as she looked at Nick. The Daddy looked furious but powerless at the same time. He seemed to deflate after a few seconds as he shook his head, he turned to Ashley and pulled her into a cuddle.

“What do I do?” Ashley asked desperately.

“Whatever you feel is right.” Nick whispered back, “I’m with you no matter what.”

Ashley was released from her hug as she looked around at the room. She bit her bottom lip as she looked down at the pathetic form of Timothy Martyn.

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“Hi guys!” Ashley looked at the camera lens, “I’m here with a very super-duper-special video!”

Ashley and Nick were in a room just down the hallway from the nursery that had been repurposed into a makeshift studio. Ashley was sat on a little pink plastic chair as the young man she now knew as Liam sat on the floor beside her and the former President Timothy Martyn sat in a highchair being spoon fed by Evie. His arms were covertly bound underneath the tray and he was prominent in the window that that showed what the viewers were watching.

“I have a big exclusive!” Ashley kept her voice as playful and excited as possible.

Ashley had her hair in pigtails and was wearing a bright pink dress. She had made sure to pull up the hemline to show off the bottom of her diaper, her fans tended to like that. Despite the turmoil that was filling her body she made sure to keep smiling and acting as if all this was completely normal.

“As everyone knows one of the biggest proponents of the Stress Free Campaign was President Timothy Martyn.” Ashley swallowed and for just a second her smile twitched, “Don’t worry guys, I’m not going to get all political on you!”

Ashley paused and looked at the chat. She could see comments scrolling by very quickly as thousands of people watched her. A lot of the comments were addressed to her but there was a lot of comments about the other people in the room.

“I’m happy to say President Martyn… or Little Timmy as he prefers to be known, is safe and well.” Ashley pointed towards the former President. She looked at the window on the computer screen as Nick, operating the camera, zoomed in slowly on the man in the highchair.

Ashley knew this was really her last chance to tell the truth. She could tell the world that the former President was being held captive, that she was doing this broadcast under duress and that they desperately needed help. Evie had warned Ashley what would happen if she did that though. The stream had a ten second delay, enough time for Evie to shut everything down before it made it online. After that Ashley would be ruined.

“Timmy decided to retire from public life to fully immerse himself in the lifestyle. After pushing the campaign through government he now wants to become the biggest baby he can be!” Ashley giggled and moved her legs a little causing her diaper to crinkle.

Ashley looked behind her and saw Timothy Martyn, formerly the most powerful man in the world, reduced to drooling in a highchair as Evie fed him so fast he couldn’t even try to say a word. He looked humiliated and helpless as he squirmed in his highchair. Ashley knew she was condemning him to a life as a baby and yet she felt unable to do anything else. There was a selfish part of her that didn’t want to give up the lifestyle she had grown used to.

“So we’re going to play for a bit on stream and then sign off. Enjoy!” Ashley said with a wave.

Ashley slipped off the chair and landed on the ground with a crinkly thud. She picked up a little dolly that was lying nearby and started playing as Nick muted the audio. For the next hour Ashley played with Liam. The only interruption in their games was when Liam froze up and stared ahead with unfocused eyes. A second later the smell hit Ashley’s nostrils. Liam appeared to be mortified as he had his messy diaper changed right there on camera.

Eventually Nick shut off the stream. Evie was sitting on a chair in the corner looking at social media, the grin spreading across her face let Ashley know that everything was going how she had planned it. Timmy was slumped over in the highchair, he was awake but appeared to be disconsolate. Ashley felt so guilty and wanted to apologize to Timmy but she didn’t know how to do it without upsetting him.

“Alright, good job, you’re free to go.” Evie said as she stood up and pocketed her phone.

Ashley stood up and didn’t hesitate to follow Evie to the door. She looked back one last time and saw Timmy staring at her, a tear was rolling down his cheek. The door was closed and Ashley turned to face forwards again.

“Needless to say you stick to the party line on this.” Evie said as she led the visitors back towards the lobby, “You don’t want to test me on this.”

Ashley and Nick remained silent until they were shown the front door. They stepped out and almost immediately the door was slammed behind them. Their car was waiting at the bottom of the steps still and other than the security stationed around the place they were alone. Nick led the pair back to the car and Ashley, foregoing the role play, took the front seat next to Nick.

“Are you alright?” Nick asked.

“Let’s just get out of here.” Ashley said quietly.

Nick was way ahead of Ashley and was already pulling away from the steps. Ashley felt herself relaxing a little and didn’t realise how tense she had been until her bladder started emptying. She wet herself in a big way and hadn’t noticed she needed to go until then.

As the car went around the fountain Ashley looked back at the house. She saw a figure standing in one of the windows and realised it was Liam. He was looking out with both his hands on the glass. Ashley had to look away, she felt like she was condemning two people and the guilt was crushing. Nick seemed to sense what was going on as he put a hand on Ashley’s knee.

“You couldn’t do anything.” Nick said, “Don’t beat yourself up.”

Ashley looked out the window with her brain still whirling through all the things she did, all the things she didn’t do and all the things she could’ve done.

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Epilogue – Twenty Years Later…

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Society…

In twenty years society has changed a lot. They now look back on the start of the Stress Free Campaign as an embarrassing part of American history. They aren’t embarrassed that the Campaign existed, far from it, they’re embarrassed at how messy and occasionally violent things became. President John Parlour did exactly what he said he was going to do. He started to heal divisions and mend rifts.

When the government stopped pushing the Campaign so much a lot of people found it more palatable even if they didn’t partake. Timothy Martyn’s name is rarely mentioned, the success of the campaign is largely handed to his successor.

At the last national census it was shown that a little over sixty-percent of the population was now actively members of the lifestyle. However, unlike in its early days there is almost no violence or protests, people co-exist happily. There are a small number of people that still hold out. Seen as extremists, small groups refuse to accept diapers and will tell anyone who listens that it is all some big conspiracy. These people are largely ridiculed and ignored.

It is now common to see a third “bathroom” in most stores and public places. Beyond male and female there are now dedicated changing rooms in a lot of places. There is no judgment for people who walk in to get their diapers changed, a sight that would’ve looked very strange two decades previously.

The new lifestyle created more new industries and businesses. There are no shortage of companies supplying clothes, diapers and equipment to adults of all sizes though the biggest remains “Think Little” who aggressively defend their market space. Places catering entirely to adult babies started to spring up and now it isn’t unusual to see large soft play areas for grown men and women, or cafes with play areas. In the evenings you will often see men and women divesting themselves of their work clothes, dressing up as babies and playing as a way to unwind.

It was a common sight to see adults in large strollers or being led around on toddler reigns. No one bats an eyelid when they see people running around with their diapers exposed. It’s as normal as anything else.

Despite the best efforts of missionaries spreading the word the Stress Free Campaign hasn’t really spread outside of America in any major way. You can find small communities of adult babies throughout North America and Europe but there is nowhere near the uptake as in the United States itself. It’s a bit of a joke that foreigners like to make at America’s expense.

The percentage of people joining the lifestyle has slowed but continues to rise and experts predict that, based on current trends, in a further decade seventy to seventy-five percent of the population will be wearing diapers at least part of the time.

Ashley Hurst…

Ashley went from strength to strength. In the twenty years since she left the Jones family house she has never been out of work. An international icon, the world’s most successful influencer is now a star in everything she tries. She had a top ten charting album comprised of songs for adult babies, she starred in a number of movies and is always in demand.

Ashley carried the guilt of what she had done for several years but as the numbers in her bank account continued to skyrocket she found it easier and easier to make excuses for herself. Eventually she barely thought about the Jones mansion at all.

A year after leaving the mansion, almost to the day, Ashley and Nick married. They were happy but never talked about the former President or anything that happened around that time. Ashley started to become more conceited and self-interested. She became the diva that was always underneath the surface, she spent less time at home with Nick and more time out partying.

Ashley kept up appearances regarding the Stress Free Campaign and wearing diapers but over time she wore them less and less. It was the last straw for Nick who barely knew the woman Ashley had become. He filed divorce six years after they were first married.

This was a shock for Ashley who started to re-think her life. Belatedly realising that she hated the person she had become she immediately retired from public life. She went back to Nick and begged for forgiveness, the couple went to marriage therapy and eventually the divorce papers were cancelled.

Now aged forty-three, Ashley spends most of her time at home with Nick or visiting friends and family. They now spend a lot of time together and after a rough few years are happier than ever. Ashley no longer works but she remains a staunch adherent of the Stress Free Campaign and after realising what really matters she and Nick returned to a much more full time lifestyle arrangement. They have now retired from the spotlight and live together quietly. Ashley still regrets what happened at the Jones household but even if she wanted to do something about it events quickly overtook her…

Liam Jones…

Liam had stood in the window and watched Ashley leaving knowing that he would never get the same opportunity. He tried his hardest to resist the regression but when being treated like a baby non-stop year after year it was inevitable that it would happen. His potty training, already slipping after one year, disintegrated entirely. It wasn’t long until he was as dependent on his diapers as his younger sister, Alicia.

With nothing to occupy Liam’s mind he found his mental state slipping into that of a baby as well. It just seemed pointless to try and remember anything adult when he would never need to use that knowledge. Eventually Liam had spent more time in his second babyhood than he had as an adult or teenager. His days were spent playing, he cried when he needed attention and he didn’t even bother speaking all that much after a while. Alicia had never had the chance to grow up at all. Even twenty years later she was still essentially a three-year-old.

Any hopes or dreams Liam had once had were now forgotten and had never been attainable since the first diaper had been put on him. The twenty years had blunted Liam’s resistance completely. He was looked after and taken care of every hour of the day, he never left home alone and was used to the stares he got. His only hope had laid in leaving with former President Timmy Martyn but that hadn’t worked out…

There was no reason the following twenty years would be any different.

Evie and Charlie Jones…

Once the Jones’ plan had been completed they were set for life. With more money than they would ever need they were free to relax. Evie AKA Mistress Violet never had to be a Nanny for anyone again and with three “children” at home she was kept relatively busy. It was easy to cope though when you could bring in an army of paid help.

Charlie Jones remained as CEO of Think Little but it was an increasingly ceremonial role as he spent more time at home and handing responsibilities to others. After getting a jumpstart on the competition Think Little remained a major player in the market and twenty years later still turned massive profits.

The Jones couple remained alert to any chance they might get caught for what they had done but as time went on that fear subsided and it was clear they had truly gotten away with everything. They watched as President John Parlour finished Timmy’s first term and then won a second. He did what he had promised and united the country again. After the incident with his predecessor he never contacted the Jones family again.

Timmy Martyn…

Needless to say Timmy was not happy with the situation. Having been kicked out of office and taken to live with the Jones’ he was promptly forgotten about by most of the public. For years he was treated as a baby alongside Liam and Alicia, every day brought hope that someone would find him and every day brought nothing but disappointment.

Timmy lost track of the time he had spent with the family relatively quickly. His whole world shrunk down to the house and yard outside. Liam became his de facto best friend and together they could do little but play and waste time as the world continued without them.

Unlike Liam, Timmy tried desperately to cling on to his adulthood. To a certain extent he succeeded. He was cursed with watching Liam regress more and more as time went on, that isn’t to say Timmy was free from the effects himself but he managed to hold on to who he was. He wondered why he was able to do so whilst Liam failed and in the end decided it was just because he was older, he had more time as an adult that needed to be overwritten.

Fifteen years into Timmy’s internment he received some unexpected news. He had no idea how much time had passed until he was taken to a side room by some of the hired help and found Evie waiting for him. This wasn’t that unusual in itself but something seemed different in the way she had smiled at him. To his immense surprise he was informed he was going to be released.

At the age of sixty-eight Timmy emerged from the house blinking and confused. They had decided he was no longer a threat and didn’t want him around anymore so he had been shoved out the front gate in a fresh diaper and a suit and told to get lost. Incontinent and half-mad from his years of forced babyhood Timmy staggered away from the front gate.

With nowhere to go and nothing to do Timmy wandered around and observed a world that seemed eerily similar but also different. He wasn’t sure what he was going to do until he heard about a group that sharply resisted the new normal. Timmy got in touch and after he was recognized he was immediately placed front and centre of their campaign. They wanted to reveal to the world that the Stress Free Campaign was nothing but a scam. Labelled as a bunch of fringe loonies Timmy tried to tell people the truth but no one wanted to listen.

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Only half half mad. So he is not going to do a joker and burn down their wold. 🙂

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On 8/7/2022 at 8:05 PM, Sarah Penguin said:
Only half half mad. So he is not going to do a joker and burn down their wold. 🙂

Padded joker?

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On 9/19/2022 at 8:41 PM, PlstkBakdnghtnday said:
Padded joker?

*diapers you and laughs madly*

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On 9/20/2022 at 1:23 PM, Sarah Penguin said:
*diapers you and laughs madly*

I'd be Harley to any Joker that kept me padded