The Stress Free Campaign

[Elfy]

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.”

[Pierry Louys]

Good beginning curious to know what is in the photograph and who is the person 

[Elfy]

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.

[kerry]

4 hours ago, Elfy said:

“I’ll see you tomorrow.” Chris replied.

Liam's name suddenly changed. ?

[Elfy]

6 minutes ago, kerry said:

Liam's name suddenly changed. ?

Thank you, it's been fixed!

[Elfy]

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.

[aldl4811]

That’s a fun premise!

[Elfy]

President Martyn is new to the job but a mysterious phone call on his first day threatens to de-rail his plans before they've even begun. Now he has to face his cabinet and expects a hostile reaction.

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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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Ashley

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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.

[Elfy]

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.

A bumper 4,500 word update as a late Thanksgiving present. Happy turkey day! (Originally posted on my Patreon on Thanksgiving)

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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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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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President Martyn

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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.

[Sarah Penguin]

[kerry]

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

[Elfy]

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.

[Sarah Penguin]

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[Elfy]

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

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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!”

[Sarah Penguin]

[Elfy]

President Martyn receives another mysterious call as he continues to wrestle with a very difficult situation. For now it seems all he can do is sink further into trouble.

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President Martyn

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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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The Jones Family

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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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Ashley

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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.

[Sarah Penguin]