The Stress Free Campaign

[Elfy]

A year has passed. A year in which Timothy Martyn, supposedly the most powerful man in the world, has had little control of his own government. All his hopes and dreams for leadership had fallen by the wayside thanks to the Stress Free Campaign. The mysterious caller isn't done with him though and as Timothy tries to stand up for himself he finds the threats extend beyond himself...

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ONE YEAR LATER…

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President Martyn

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Timothy looked out the window. It was pouring with rain and the grey clouds seemed to reflect the inner turmoil that filled the President’s mind, body and soul. Beyond the fence at the end of the long White House lawn there was a gathering of people. These people weren’t the well-wishers that had populated the area one year ago when Timothy was taking office.

The placards and banners left Timothy with no question as to what these people thought of him. The cheering had been replaced by heckling. It had got to the point where Vice-President John Parlour had doubled security around the White House. Timothy sighed as he felt his diaper warm around his waist. Even as he watched he saw a couple of the protestors getting into an altercation with a couple of members of security.

It had been the worst year of President Martyn’s life. His approval numbers were terrible and still plummeting, half his cabinet had resigned and the replacements just weren’t as experienced of respected. Timothy felt less like the leader of the country and more like a prisoner, he was afraid to go out there where so many people hated him. His only solace had been his occasional visits, when he had been able to sneak out, to Mistress Violet. Even those visits to the nursery were difficult now, her business was booming and she was very busy.

The Stress Free Campaign had taken on a life of its own but Timothy supposed that was the point. He had kicked it off and received all the backlash whilst others assumed the mantle of pushing this lifestyle to the masses. Timothy had the worst of both worlds. The people who hated the campaign also hated him for funding it whereas the people who liked the campaign gave their kudos to others. People like Ashley Hurst had come from nowhere and were now huge celebrities. Timothy felt like the sacrificial lamb.

It was difficult to tell exactly how many people had taken up diapers but estimates suggested that over half the country was now involved in some way or another. It was insane just how fast the lifestyle had spread, it was like an out of control wildfire.

Perhaps just as bad as the domestic implications were the foreign ones. The campaign had spread internationally though it hadn’t infected the overseas populations as much as it did at home. It did mean that the President was often given the cold shoulder by other heads of state who knew what he was wearing and was disgusted by it. The country’s standing in the world had dropped dramatically, something Timothy’s opponents took great delight in attacking him about. Not that they needed to attack him at all, he knew re-election would be impossible.

“Oh, crap…” Timothy sighed tiredly as he felt a tension in his belly.

Timothy knew what was going to happen and after a year of letting it go he didn’t give it much thought beyond the inconvenience it caused. Without moving away from the window Timothy bent his knees slightly. The damp diaper crinkled slightly as it moved with him, it was almost like it knew what was coming and allowed some space for it.

Timothy held his breath and pushed down. He grunted a little as he pushed out a solid log of poop. The stinky lump pushed out and against the back of the padding before it fully slipped out and dropped into the seat of his diaper. He let out his breath before holding another one. As usually happened for Timothy, after the first lump had come out there was a brief pause before a feeling of fullness let the President know there was more to come.

Shifting his body a little Timothy felt the sticky lump move around in his disposable a little. He shuddered, his mind filled with all the usual emotions when he did this stuff. Half of him was appalled but the rest of him was excited. He couldn’t deny that this was his fetish but he had never wanted it to be something that was essentially forced on to the public like this. He bent his knees and felt angry that all his thoughts of improving the country had been stolen from him for this.

With a hard push Timothy grit his teeth in frustration as he filled his diaper. The softer lumps easily falling out of him and pushing out his rear. Just to complete his diaper usage his bladder released and he flooded the front with hot urine. By the time he was finished he had covered every inch of the padding with his waste. He took a deep shuddering breath.

It had been a year since Timothy demanded that his cabinet follow him in wearing diapers. The ones that hadn’t resigned had done so and now every meeting was interrupted several times with people getting up for diaper changes. Every time it happened Timothy was hit with a pang of guilt and silently apologised for the embarrassment and inconvenience he caused everyone. It was no way to run a government and he knew everyone in the room resented him for forcing this on them.

Just as Timothy was readying himself for his own diaper change the shrill sound of the telephone cut through the air. It was coming through on the emergency line which meant either it was a genuine emergency or his blackmailer. He thought about ignoring the call but if it was a genuine emergency he wouldn’t be able to forgive himself.

Timothy waddled over to his desk and sat down on his chair. He felt the now familiar sensation of his poop oozing and spreading throughout his diaper. He shuddered a little but not entirely from revulsion, he had to admit to a love of this exact feeling. Before picking up the phone he allowed himself a few seconds where he closed his eyes and felt the semi-solid waste in his diaper squish around. It was almost enough to remind him of more innocent days. The incessant ringing soon brought him back to the present. He finally picked up the receiver.

“I was starting to think you were ignoring me.” It was the sinister voice that had been directing Timothy’s presidency from day one, “I needn’t remind you of what a bad idea that would be, do I?”

“What do you want?” Timothy growled.

“What’s the matter?” The voice on the other end of the line sounded vaguely amused, “Am I keeping you from something? Do you need a diaper change?”

Timothy tried not to give anything away but he had been on the verge of replying and his words caught in his throat. The silence clearly told the blackmailer all he needed to know. The slow and remorseless laughter coming through the phone had the President clenching his fists in anger.

“If this is a bad time I can call back.” The voice said sarcastically.

“Just get to the point.” Timothy hissed. He was praying no one was going to walk in on him like this.

“I actually wanted to congratulate you.” The voice said, “The campaign has been going tremendously well, you should be proud.”

“Are you only calling to gloat?” Timothy asked, “Because you could’ve just sent an e-mail…”

“You’ve got a great sense of humour, you know that?” The voice was chuckling again, “I think we’ll both look back on this and laugh in a few years. I’ll buy you a beer, you’ve made me a very rich man after all.”

Timothy waited impatiently for the caller to stop laughing.

“Mr. President, we are moving on to phase two of the operation.” The caller finally said, “As a resu-”

“Phase two!?” Timothy spluttered. He shifted forwards in his seat and felt the slop in his diaper shift with him.

“Indeed. There will be a package delivered to you soon. It will include instructions on how to proceed.” The mysterious voice clarified.

“No! I’m done with this!” Timothy bellowed. His anger overriding his need to not be overheard, “You’ve had your fun with me. I’m not going to do it!”

“If you do not do as you are told, Timmy. You’re photos will be revealed.” The mysterious man reminded the President.

“I don’t care anymore!” Timothy was only half-lying, “I’d rather resign than continue doing your bidding!”

“Timmy, you are not going to resign.” The voice said, “It isn’t time for that yet.”

“What do you mean by that?” Timothy asked suspiciously. The mystery temporarily eclipsing his anger.

“Just know that if you were to resign or in any way sabotage our plans it isn’t just you who will be hurt.” The voice sounded as cold as steel now, “I’m sure you would hate if anything bad were to happen to Mistress Violet…”

Timothy froze. It took a second for his brain to get over the shock and realise this was an explicit threat against someone he cared for a great deal. His knuckles went white as he clenched his hands so hard he thought his fingernails might dig through the skin. He had visions in his mind of armed thugs smashing their way into Mistress Violet’s house, he could imagine her terror and screams. It would be all because of him.

“She’s innocent in all this.” Timothy’s voice, when he finally spoke, was quiet. He was scared.

“And it’s your job to protect people like her.” The voice spoke with a calm assurance that terrified Timothy, “You know the last thing she would hear would be how you could’ve saved her but didn’t.”

Timothy shuddered. It suddenly felt very real, everything that had happened paled in comparison to the threats he was hearing. He remained silent as he processed everything. Like a Chess grandmaster he looked at all the potential moves and realised he was checkmated.

“When the package arrives, follow the instructions.” With that the phone line went dead.

Timothy dropped the handset and put his head in his hands. He wanted to smash up the office, he wanted to tell the FBI what was happening, he wanted to call a press conference and announce the truth, more than anything he just wanted to stop the madness. He was trapped, he couldn’t make any move, he felt certain any move he made contrary to the blackmailer’s wishes would be found out.

Timothy must’ve sat at his desk with his head in his hands for five minutes before he suddenly got a whiff of his diaper. He had been desperately trying to stop himself from crying but as soon as he smelled himself he couldn’t stop him from sobbing quietly. He wanted to hide under his covers like he had done as a small child but instead he went to his private bathroom for a shower and fresh diaper.

Standing up left Timothy’s diaper sticking to his butt. He walked across the room to his bathroom door and pushed it open. He flicked the switch which used to just be for the lights but now also activated the air filters. There were no windows to open so it was the best way stop his whole office smelling like his crap.

The Presidential changing table had replaced his toilet and ran along the back wall. It was a little cramped but it had been forced into a space never meant for one. With as much dignity as he could muster under the circumstances Timothy took off his suit and hung it from the hooks on the door. When he looked in the mirror he couldn’t help but wince at the dark splotches that appeared in the white plastic.

Timothy went over to the changing table and hopped up. When his butt landed on the padded surface he felt the squishy mess inside squirt around the diaper. He bit his bottom lip, he knew he shouldn’t enjoy any part of this and yet he couldn’t help himself.

“Get a grip.” Timothy chastised himself.

Having had his fun Timothy stood back up and went to the shower. He climbed inside and pulled at the tapes on the front of the diaper, it felt to the ground with a splat. Carefully and trying to stop himself from throwing up Timothy bent down and folded the diaper up before dropping it outside of the shower.

The warm water felt good and as Timothy looked down and saw the brown stickiness washing away and swirling down the drain he let himself take a deep breath. Things were only going to get worse and he had to somehow find the strength to carry on like this.

[Elfy]

It's Liam's birthday but it doesn't feel like a good one. In fact Liam had never been more miserable. He receives some unwelcome news about how he is going to spend his day before an outburst earns him a punishment.

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The Jones Family

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“Happy birthday, dear Liam… Happy birthday to you!” The Jones family finished singing with a round of applause.

Liam sat in his highchair and scowled out at his parents and sister as they placed a cake down on the tray of his baby chair. The cake was a basic round shape with white frosting all over it. The candles were the numbers one and nine to represent Liam’s new age. He sighed as he looked down at the cake, it was the first time he had been reminded of his actual age in a long time. It was depressing.

Liam took in a deep breath and then blew out the candles to another cheer. He felt his cheeks blushing as the already wet diaper around his waist grew hotter. He felt his bladder emptying beyond his control, a normal occurrence now.

After a full year in diapers Liam’s control of his bladder and, increasingly, his bowels had dwindled away to almost nothing. He hadn’t dared to tell his parents but he was functionally incontinent and even if they suddenly changed their minds and decided to go back to normal he knew he would need to potty train, a fact that embarrassed him immensely.

The house had changed quite a bit in the last year and none of it was in a way that Liam liked. His bedroom was unrecognizable from a year and a half ago. Everything he had owned was gone and had been replaced by much more infantile furniture. His bed was now a crib, where his desk and computer sat there was now a toy box and shelves of children’s books, his closet was now full of only baby clothing and his drawers were full of diapers. It was like his old life had been completely erased. He barely even felt like the same person any more.

Liam had once asked how his family had been able to afford all the changes and the only response he had received was that his father’s business had been doing very well. Clearly it had been going very well indeed, aside from the changes to Liam’s bedroom it felt like everything had been upgraded. The family cars were brand new, the clothes they wore looked much more expensive and Liam had even heard his parents talking about buying a new house.

“You can have one slice now before your nap.” Evie said as she put one slice of cake on Liam’s tray.

Liam poked at the sponge cake and sighed. He broke off a little bit and put it in his mouth despite not feeling particularly hungry. Next to him Alicia was tucking straight into the cake without a care in the world. She was still in diapers as well but for all intents and purposes Liam was treated as exactly the same age as her, to his shame he felt as if they were the same age a lot of the time. They were basically best friends now since they were around each other all the time. It was easy to forget their age difference.

“After your nap you’re going to have to go over to Vinny’s.” Evie said casually as she started cleaning some things in the sink.

“W-What!?” Liam gasped with his eyes very wide.

“I know we quit your job for you but Vinny was desperate for some help.” Evie didn’t look round to the highchair, “So I said you’d be able to help out this evening. Just a one-off to help an old friend of the family.”

Liam hadn’t worked for Vinny since he had been relegated in status to a baby. Evie had driven to the store and handed in Liam’s notice for him and he hadn’t been back since. He was actually thankful for that fact, he was fine with not being paraded around in public in his infantilized condition. The thought of going to work like he currently was didn’t fill Liam with much hope.

“Do I have to?” Liam whined as he slumped in his highchair, “I don’t want people seeing me like this…”

“Like what?” Evie frowned as she looked at her son.

Liam looked at his mother with incredulity. What could she possibly think he meant by that!? He was dressed like a baby and he already knew he wouldn’t get any kind of reprieve by going to work. His adult clothes were but a distant memory, he was going to have to wear a baby outfit.

“Dressed like… this!” Liam complained as he gestured to himself.

“Oh, don’t be silly.” Evie waved her hand dismissively, “You haven’t been out in a while and that’s my fault, I’ll make sure you are taken out more in future. But I’m sure you’ll be the height of fashion.”

One of the few points about the last year that brought Liam some happiness was that he hadn’t been taken outside much at all. He had no doubt news of his condition had spread everywhere by now but at least he hadn’t been seen like this by most people. There was once a time where working on his birthday would seem like a nightmare, he wished that was still the worst of his complaints.

Liam watched as Alicia’s highchair tray was moved and their father lifted her down from the seat. With his other hand he unlocked Liam’s highchair and took the birthday boy’s hand. Liam had no choice but to drop to his feet. Charlie walked out of the kitchen with the two babies.

As Liam climbed the stairs and heard his diaper crinkle with each step he could feel nothing but dread for what was coming. Not for the first time he wished he could leave home, he desperately wanted to move out so he could rid himself of this lifestyle but it was impossible. He was essentially a prisoner to his own family. He didn’t even have an income with which to save up any more.

“We’ll put Alicia down first.” Charlie said as they climbed the stairs.

Liam followed his father to the second floor and then down the landing to Alicia’s nursery. Liam was the last to go in to the pastel pink room and slouched by the door. As bad as he felt for himself he felt just as bad for his baby sister. The poor girl would never be given a chance, their parents were already talking about homeschooling her, he was sure their idea of homeschooling was to leave her as ignorant as possible, they wanted babies after all. Liam got the feeling she would get older but never be allowed to grow up.

Alicia’s diaper was wet but as Liam discreetly pressed his own padding he guessed she wasn’t as in need of a change as he was. He sulked by the door as Charlie changed Alicia, put her in a nightie and then put her in her crib. It was only a minute later that the two men were standing in Liam’s nursery. Charlie helped his son up to the changing table and started humming as he got together the changing supplies.

As Liam’s onesie was undone and the flaps allowed to spring up over his tummy he stared out the nearby window at the world he felt disconnected from. He heard the tearing sound of tapes coming off the front of the diaper and shuddered a little as the front was lowered between his legs. He bit his lip and wondered if he should bring up the topic that had been on his mind for the weeks leading up to his birthday.

“Hey, erm, Daddy?” Liam muttered quietly. Both his parents insisted on him using the childish terms for them.

“Yes?” Charlie replied as he pulled out some wipes and started wiping his son’s wet crotch.

“It’s been a year and…” Liam started. His hands nervously tapped on his tummy.

“Liam…” Charlie said. It was as if he could read Liam’s mind and already knew what was coming.

“I don’t feel less stressed!” Liam tried to stop from sounding like he was whining but it was tough to do, “I feel a lot worse!”

“You have to give these things time.” Charlie said patiently as he pulled the wet diaper out and balled it up.

“How much time!?” Liam hit the sides of the padded table in exasperation, “This whole thing is stupid and wrong and…”

“Ashley Hurst says…” Charlie started.

“Fuck Ashley Hurst!” Liam replied angrily, “I don’t care what she says! I’m an adult and I-”

Liam was suddenly cut off as his father lifted him up whilst still naked from the waist down. He looked furious as he picked Liam up with remarkable ease, with one hand underneath his bare butt and the other around his back Liam was lifted and taken towards the landing. To stabilize himself against all this suddenly movement Liam had to lock his hands behind his father’s neck and allow himself to be carried like a toddler.

“I will not have anyone in this house using language like that!” Charlie stated as he pushed open the bathroom door and put Liam down in front of the sink.

All the fight Liam had spent weeks trying to build up crumbled as he wilted under his father’s anger. He knew he was going to be punished, his parents didn’t suffer bad behaviour lightly after all. He could only wince as he was sat on the edge of the bath. Charlie walked to the sink and opened the faucet. When he held the bar of soap underneath the flow Liam knew what was coming, it was something his dad had done when he was a child and swore, it had only happened the once.

“I’m sorry!” Liam started desperately.

“You will be.” Charlie gruffly replied, “Open up.”

As the soap was held out Liam looked at it fretfully. Liam pursed his lips as the memories of the soapy taste filled his mind. He turned his head away and hoped this was all just a bluff to get him to behave. He felt ridiculous, to be sitting nakedly on the side of the tub like this.

“You’ll open your mouth unless you want a spanked butt to go with your punishment.” Charlie threatened.

Liam let out a groan of despair. He closed his eyes and opened his mouth slowly, he couldn’t stop the little whine that seemed to come from deep within him. He felt the soap pass his lips and soon he was clenching his teeth as lightly as possible to try and limit the damage. It was a waste of time, he couldn’t stop the soap from resting on his tongue and the taste was just as awful as he remembered.

“You can sit there and think about things for a little bit.” Charlie said as he stood up, “And lord help you if I come back to find that soap anywhere but your mouth.”

“Mmm…” Liam moaned around the soap as he looked at his father and begged for mercy.

It was no use. Charlie turned and left the bathroom leaving Charlie awkwardly perched on the edge of the bath with nothing to distract him from the bitter taste of soap that was quickly invading his whole mouth. He tried not to move anything from his neck up but he could still feel his teeth slowly sinking into the horrid gag.

Charlie returned upstairs a couple of minutes later but rather than coming into the bathroom to end the punishment he was carrying a couple of baby bottles filled with milk, he went into Alicia’s nursery and then Liam’s. Liam had to continue waiting as it felt like all his taste buds would be permanently tainted with the soap. He felt pathetic. A nineteen-year-old man waiting for his dad to come and take the soap out of his mouth so he could get into a fresh diaper and be put down for a nap.

“Learnt your lesson?” Charlie’s voice made Liam jump. Liam had been in such a pit of self-pity he hadn’t heard his dad walking up to the bathroom.

Liam eagerly nodded his head. He was desperate to get this soap out of his mouth as soon as he possibly could.

“Put it on the sink and then come into your nursery for your diaper.” Charlie ordered.

Liam didn’t waste a second in taking the soap out of his mouth. He stood up at the sink and tried to spit out the horrible taste but it lingered, he even put his finger on his tongue as if he could scrape the taste away, it was unsuccessful. He turned on the faucet and tried to rinse his mouth out. It was then that he felt something disastrous happening.

“Argh!” Liam was unable to stop himself from exclaiming as he felt warmth running down his inner thigh.

Liam looked down to see his bladder emptying freely on to his legs and the floor underneath him. In a panic he tried to hold the tip of his penis closed to stop what was happening. He tried to clench what remained of his atrophied bladder muscles but nothing did any good. The urine sprayed all over the floor as his attempts to stem the flow failed miserably.

“What are you doing!?” Charlie’s voice boomed from the doorway. He had walked away to the nursery but had clearly returned when Liam exclaimed. He was looking at his son with a mixture of shock and horror.

“I… I can’t help it!” Liam wailed as tears leaked from his eyes like urine leaked from his dick. It was the first time he had admitted to anyone that his potty training habits had slipped to a major degree. It was certainly the first time he had wet anything but his diaper in the last year.

Liam expected his dad to be furious. He expected him to dish out another punishment even as the taste of the previous one lingered in his mouth. What Liam didn’t expect was his father to break into a grin. Liam sobbed as he looked up at his father in confusion.

“Your mother will be so pleased!” Charlie said happily, “All the latest books have been saying total incontinence is the path to true happiness!”

Liam’s treacherous body had betrayed him yet again. His father came over and took a washcloth, as soon as Liam was finished peeing on the floor Charlie cleaned him up. This felt like a new low and the floor was already deeper than the Marianas Trench. He hung his head and sobbed as he was taken back to his nursery and put into a fresh diaper. He was laid down for his nap with a fresh bottle of juice dropped next to his pillow. The side of the crib rattled up locking Liam in until someone decided to come let him out.

“Have a nice nap.” Charlie said as he left the sniffling adult baby in the crib.

Liam rolled over to face the wall and came face-to-face with the brown teddy bear his parents had bought for him. He put his hand underneath it’s head and petulantly pushed it away. Despite his turmoil of emotions he felt his eyes fluttering closed before long. He had taken so many naps at this point his body had adapted to it.

[Elfy]

Liam's worst birthday continues. After his punishment at home and a nap he has to cover a shift for his old boss, Vinny. When Liam gets to the store he finds the business has changed and Vinny has some special plans for him.

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The crinkling was the first thing Liam heard as he returned to consciousness. He was lying on his back with his legs splayed open. His diaper was warm now and it’s weight pressed against him as he sleepily reached over to grab his bottle. Without opening his eyes Liam stuck the nipple into his mouth and started thirstily gulping down the now warm juice.

Liam only opened his eyes reluctantly when he finished his bottle and heard the nursery door open. Evie walked in and without even looking to the crib she started getting a change of diaper ready for him. Liam sighed, it seems his parents knew they didn’t need to check him, they just assumed that he needed a change and most of the time they were correct.

Liam sat up and his diaper crinkled loudly in the otherwise quiet room. He rubbed his eyes and when he was finished he saw that his mother had walked across the room and was now lowering the side of the crib. She smiling widely and it took Liam a few seconds to realise what was making her so happy. The unfortunate incident in the bathroom quickly came back to him.

“Good afternoon, sleepyhead.” Evie said as she stepped on the release for the side of the crib and let it rattle down.

Liam slid over to the side of the crib and dropped down to the floor. He felt the diaper he had wet in his sleep hang lower between his legs, it swung slightly as he walked and rubbed against his thighs. The diaper invaded every sense, he couldn’t help but see, feel, hear and even smell the disposable diaper at all times. He climbed on to the changing table without a word of complaint and laid back for his diaper change.

“Your Daddy told me the wonderful news!” Evie said happily as she lowered the front of the diaper and started cleaning Liam’s crotch, “I’m glad you’re getting into the program so much!”

Liam was about to retort about how much he hated the damn program and where it could be shoved but the taste of soap was still at the back of his mouth and the last thing he wanted was yet more punishment. He was forced to bite his tongue as his legs were rolled back so a fresh disposable diaper could be slid underneath him.

“Right, I’m going to get you dressed and then we just about have time for a quick meal before I take you to work.”

Work. How could Liam forget? He knew there was a reason he felt anxious and now he was just reminded. It had been a long time since his mom had forced him to quit and now he was expected to go back for a one-off shift to help out Vinny. If Liam had the choice he would never have agreed to this but, of course, the choice was taken out of his hands.

The new diaper was soon pulled over Liam’s crotch and taped snuggly closed. After being helped down from the changing table he had to stand almost naked in the centre of the room whilst Evie selected an “appropriate” outfit. To Liam the appropriate clothes would be his old uniform but he would’ve been very surprised if that was what his mother pulled out of the closet.

“Ah, here we go…” Evie said as she took something out and turned around to face Liam.

Liam was unsurprised but disappointed as he looked at the onesie his mother held out for him. It was black, which was the same colour his uniform used to be, with white cuffs around the edges of the holes. It was otherwise unremarkable and Liam owned at least ten other onesies just like it in various colors.

Liam was soon “dressed” if that was what you considered a diaper and onesie combination. He was then led by the hand down and out to the dining room. He was strapped into his highchair and forced to wait as his mother prepared some food. All Liam could do was sit and think about what was to come.

“Here you go.” Evie said all too soon for Liam’s liking.

The steaming bowl of bland baby mush was pretty much expected. Liam certainly wasn’t forced to eat it all that often but whenever he was supposed to have a light meal he found it being served to him more and more often. The bowl was placed on the tray with a small plastic spoon dipped in it. Liam was just about to reach for the spoon when his mother took it instead. She loaded the spoon up and blew on it to cool it before holding it to Liam’s lips.

“Mommy, I can do this myself…” Liam muttered embarrassedly.

“This’ll be quicker.” Evie replied.

Liam didn’t see how this could possibly be faster than him feeding himself but he allowed it to happen anyway. After just two mouthfuls Evie put the spoon down and hurried over to the drawers next to the sink.

“I almost forgot!” Evie said as Liam twisted to look behind him where Evie was rummaging for something.

A piece of cloth was lowered around Liam’s neck and he heard Velcro attaching behind him. He realised belatedly that he was being given a bib. He looked down with blushing cheeks to see the white cloth flattened to his chest. He read the inscription just as his mom sat back down and picked up the spoon.

“Mommy’s Special Little Boy.” Evie read as if Liam couldn’t do it himself, “I saw it online and just had to buy it!”

“I don’t need a bib!” Liam whined. As he spoke he saw his father walk in with Alicia in his arms. She was being sat in the highchair next to Liam.

Evie didn’t reply. Liam sighed and opened his mouth to receive more of the food, the taste wasn’t entirely unpleasant if only because it was almost completely bland. After a few spoonfuls of mush some of the food slipped down his chin and on to his bib. Liam looked accusingly at his mother as she chuckled. He was sure she did that on purpose just to embarrass him.

“Don’t pout.” Evie said through her thin-lipped smile, “Nearly finished.”

Liam swallowed the last of his food but turned his face away as his mother tried to use the bib to clean away some of the food still stuck to his face. Liam’s attempt to avoid the cloth was a waste of time as he felt his mouth being roughly scrubbed clean.

“Right, we better get going.” Evie said as she stood up and pulled the bib away from Liam.

“Have a good day.” Liam’s father said casually as he started preparing a more substantial meal for the rest of the family.

Liam was led to the hallway where he was given his shoes to put on. The Velcro sneakers were white with some red stripes on them, they looked like something a small child would wear. Liam stood up hesitantly, he wanted to put off what was coming as long as possible but Evie left him with little choice. His hand was taken and he was led out of the front door.

It was mid-afternoon and although the sun was out it was still a little chilly. Liam was grateful to get in the car and close the door behind him both because the air was cold on his exposed skin and because it lessened the time spent in the public eye. All his neighbours had seen what his life had become by now of course, but that didn’t mean Liam wanted to give them a show.

Vinny’s store looked much the same as the last time Liam had seen it. The old sign out front hadn’t been replaced and the paint was still peeling off the door. Unsurprisingly the window display was full of diapers and the “little” clothes that seemed to be worn by an increasing number of people. Even as Liam looked at the window he saw two young women walking past the shop in pink shortalls and with their hair in pigtails. It was all so normalised but Liam couldn’t understand why.

Liam only moved when his mother walked round to the pavement and opened the door for him. With reluctance Liam slid across the seat and out on to the pavement. He wanted to hurry into the relative privacy of the store but his mom held him by the arm as she popped the trunk.

“Right, I’ve packed your diaper bag.” Evie said as she lifted the familiar baby blue bag out of the car, “If you need a change be sure to ask Vinny, alright? He said he’d take care of everything.”

Liam looked at his mom as if she had grown a second head. There was no chance in hell that Liam was going to ask his gruff former boss to change his diaper. It didn’t seem Evie was going to wait for an answer though, she slipped the straps of the bag over her shoulder and locked the car. Liam followed behind his mother as the bell above the door rang and Liam was taken inside.

“Whoa…” Liam muttered as they stepped into the store.

One thing about Vinny’s shop had definitely changed. The store was packed with people and they were walking around the shelves with baskets, many of them filled with items. When Liam had worked here having this many people come in on one day would be considered a success yet alone having them all there at the same time.

Some of the people walking around were obviously padded and others were even dressed not too dissimilarly to Liam. No one looked quite as infantile as Liam though and he was led through the crowded store to the cash register where a hurried looking Vinny stood trying to quickly serve the line of customers in front of him. When he turned to see Liam he had to do a quick double take.

“You look perfect!” Vinny exclaimed, “Put your stuff out back and start helping people.”

“Nice to see you too…” Liam muttered under his breath. He was happy to have an excuse to go into the back room though and as his mom spoke to Vinny he took the diaper bag and walked to the backroom. Liam could’ve happily stayed in the backroom until the store closed but that was never going to be an option, instead he put his bag down and took his time getting ready.

“Liam!” Vinny shouted from the register, “Hurry up!”

Liam sighed and slowly walked out in to the main store. As he stepped through into the crowded area he felt his diaper warm around him. He tried not to let it show that he was uncontrollably wetting himself. He looked around the store feeling overwhelmed by all the people. He saw some people look his way, they would talk to their friends and point at him. He felt like less of a person and more a store accessory, an advertisement for some of the products on the shelves.

“Don’t just stand there.” Vinny exclaimed causing Liam to look around, “Go and help customers! Oh, and put on your nametag.”

Now Liam understood why he had been brought in. He realised the people were looking at him like an advertisement because that was exactly what he was. He was no different to the mannequins set up modelling the clothes except he could wander around.

Liam looked at the edge of the counter where a little badge was sat. He picked it and turned it over in his hands. It read “My name is: Liam. Feel free to ask me questions!” with smiley faces all around it. Liam pinned it to his chest and walked out amongst the people. He could see heads turning as he passed and heard everything from excited muttering to laughter. He just couldn’t believe that the store was doing such great business. As he looked around the shelves he found that basically all the products were from the same company, it was a company Liam had seen a lot of recently.

“I’ve heard that Think Little is the best company to go with.” One excitable young woman was saying to their friend as they were pulling at the elastic of a onesie.

Think Little products had sprung up everywhere. If there was a product compatible with the Stress Free Campaign there was a version of it sold by Think Little. Most of the stuff in Liam’s own house was made by the same company. They had seemingly sprung up out of nowhere but must now be making an absolute killing.

“Oh, hello, you look like you know about this stuff.” The excitable woman had turned around to see Liam standing awkwardly behind her, “Could you tell me about onesies and how practical they are? They certainly look comfortable.”

And so it started. There was no shortage of customers looking for assistance from Liam and for the next few hours he had a nearly non-stop task keeping up for demand from him. Most wanted basic advice which, as much as he hated to admit it, he was more than qualified to give. Some wanted more than a little help. A few of the customers wanted to use Liam to measure some things and some just wanted to ask him questions or make comments which embarrassed him even if they didn’t realise it.

“Do you really use the diapers for everything?”

“So you’re just like a baby?”

“You must be so relaxed! Not sure I could do it myself though…”

“It’s bit full on. Don’t you ever miss adult things?”

Liam was grateful when he looked at the clock and saw that there was just an hour left of his shift. There was no warning for what happened next. He had just finished suggesting a pack of diapers for a customer looking to put their whole family in them when he felt trouble.

A sudden cramp came on that didn’t alarm Liam too much at first. Normally the first cramp didn’t mean all that much, Liam was experienced enough with pooping himself to know that between the first cramp and an actual problem there was usually plenty of time. Even as his bladder control had reduced to practically nothing his bowels were a lot better.

Liam didn’t worry too much until he felt a sudden weight dropping into his disposable. He gasped as his diaper seemed to go from empty to full in less than a second, the oozing mess settling between his legs and over his butt. Right there, in the middle of the store, Liam bent over slightly and stuck his butt out behind him. After a full year of filling his pants Liam’s body acted almost instinctively as he pushed down and grunted. He knew some people were looking at him because of his odd behaviour but he didn’t think they knew what he was doing…

“Oh, perfect!” Vinny’s voice was loud and drew the attention of everyone in the store.

“No, no, no…” Liam whined even as he pushed again. A small grunt escaped his lips as he felt a couple of larger and more solid lumps join the growing mess.

“Ladies and gentlemen, we’ve been telling you how good these diapers are and now you can see for yourself!” Vinny walked around his counter and over to Liam.

Liam was cringing hard as he stood back up. The sloppy mess in his diaper pressed against his skin as the onesie pulled the diaper up close to his butt. Maybe his imagination was causing him to imagine things but it felt like his diaper must’ve been bulging out massively. He felt even worse as his boss was using him as a walking advertisement.

Vinny grabbed the nearby stepladder and placed it in the middle of what was a rapidly forming crowd of curious customers. Liam shook his head when Vinny pointed for him to get up on to it, in the end he didn’t have a choice as Vinny put a hand in his back and pushed him up. Liam had previously felt like a mannequin, now it seemed like he literally was one as Vinny pushed and pulled him until he was just the way Vinny wanted. Liam was stood up and facing the cash register, most of the shoppers were behind him.

“Ladies and gentlemen, here is a live demonstration on just how good these diapers are and how you won’t need to worry a thing whilst wearing them.” Vinny was like a ringleader at a circus drawing attention to the newest attraction at the freak show.

There was some interested muttering as more people came to see the show. Liam felt the temperature rising in his face as he was left bent over with his butt out behind him. He wanted to burst into tears and the only thing stopping him was not wanting to make himself more of a spectacle than he already was.

“You won’t find better diapers than these!” Vinny reached up and pat Liam’s butt.

Liam, bent over on the step ladder, winced as he felt the pats sticking the padding to his skin as the warm mush within acted like an adhesive. He felt Vinny’s rough hands against his inner thigh, a moment later he felt him pulling the poppers on his onesie apart. He cringed as he felt the elastic material spring back over his back whilst the front flap hung low between his legs. The heavy diaper sagged just a little more.

The shocked murmuring from the crowd made Liam blush. He obviously couldn’t see what his diaper looked like after his sudden messing but he didn’t imagine it was a pretty sight, the reaction in the crowd seemed to confirm that.

“This young man has just filled his diaper with everything he has.” Vinny announced, “To make sure he really tested these diapers I had his Mommy give him some powerful laxatives. I wanted all of you to see what these disposables can do!”

Liam’s mouth dropped open and his breath caught in his throat. He didn’t remember being given anything even vaguely medicinal, he had to assume his mom had drugged his food or drink. She had driven him here like this knowing he would poop his pants. His eyes filled with tears that he had to rapidly blink away. At least it explained why he didn’t have any control when the need to go suddenly came on.

“These diapers can take anything you put into it and will not leak!” Vinny called out, “Feel free to come forward. Have a hands on demonstration.”

Liam couldn’t believe anyone would take his boss up on the offer. For a few seconds all he could hear aside from his own pounding heartbeat was excited talking in the crowd that had gathered. He jumped suddenly as he felt a palm press against his ass. He heard a young woman giggling as she pressed the messy diaper against Liam.

“There’s a lot in there.” The young woman sounded amused as she assessed the size of Liam’s accident, “And it isn’t leaking at all, even the smell isn’t too bad!”

No sooner had the woman’s hand left Liam’s backside than another hand was taking it’s place. This one squeezed the load and seemed very impressed over how the padding returned to the correct shape. Liam tensed as he felt the stinky contents oozing around his diaper even further.

Liam had no idea how long he was stood on the stepladder and bent over like some kind of obscene statue. He lost count of the number of hands that had prodded, patted, poked, squeezed and spanked his backside. He just wanted it to end but there always seemed like more people were coming in to see what all the fuss was about.

“Alright, ladies and gentlemen, the store is closing in twenty minutes so please bring any purchases over to the cash register.” Vinny called out.

There was almost a stampede to get to the registers and as Liam finally stood up straight and stretched his back he saw that most of the customers were holding plastic packages full of diapers just like the one he had soiled. With his head bowed he stepped off the ladder and walked towards the backroom.

“Where are you going?” Vinny grunted as Liam passed him towards the door.

“I… I need to change.” Liam had to swallow down the sobs that threatened to bubble out of him.

“Are you crazy?” Vinny asked with a thin-lipped smile, “Look at all these people! I need you here on the other register.”

Liam wanted so badly to ignore Vinny and to walk to the back. He looked at the door which separated him from some small amount of privacy and peace. In the end he knew he had little choice. If he didn’t do what Vinny asked his parents would be told and then he would be punished yet again. With a frustrated noise Liam waddled to the cash register next to Vinny and started taking orders.

Liam had to stand there behind the counter in his extremely dirty diaper until Vinny took the money of the last customer and finally declared the store closed. Five minutes after the door was locked and whilst Vinny was counting his money gleefully there was a knock on the door. Liam looked up to see his mom.

“Alright, you can go.” Vinny didn’t look up from the money.

Liam wanted to ask if the money really mattered more than he did. They had once had a good relationship as employee and employer but Vinny seemed like a different person now that he could exploit him for money. Liam grabbed his diaper bag and started heading towards the door.

“Oh, and er, happy birthday.” Vinny casually said as Liam unlocked the door.

Liam had tears in his eyes as his mother took his hand and led him back to the car.

[Sarah Penguin]

 

[Lost Little Neppy]

I can tell this isn't going to have a happy ending, but I'm hoping that Charlie will divorce Evie and take his children to live a better life. I get the feeling he isn't 100% behind all this and is only keeping it up for his wife's sake.

I also have the feeling Ashley will be learning that fame isn't always glamorous.

I also also had a feeling that Mistress Violet was behind all this, but now I know that isn't the case. The one doing the blackmail isn't her, and isn't a woman, since they identify as a man. I'm incredibly curious as to who it is and what his connection is to Timothy. Based on how much money he's raking in, maybe it's someone who owns a brand of adult diapers Timothy purchased?

[sherlock]

My guess is ashley had the unpotty training surgery to promote it, and now *needs* diapers. 

[Elfy]

I do love seeing people predicting what will happen. Glad my story is intriguing enough for people to have theories about

[Elfy]

Ashley has a very special broadcast for her followers which is followed by some very special time with Nick.

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Ashley

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Ashley sat in her purpose built studio. She fiddled nervously with her keyboard as she adjusted the settings of the lighting rig that hung from the ceiling. Construction on the extension to the house had only recently been completed, the studio was paid for by the money that now came flooding into Ashley’s bank account. It was state-of-the-art and totally overblown for what she needed but she couldn’t help herself.

The last year had been a whirlwind for Ashley. Endorsements, advertisements, merchandise, books, if you could name it there was a version out there that was bringing in money for Ashley. She had stumbled into this strange world but it had been the best decision of her life. After her first appearance on television a year previously she had jumped into the campaign with both feet. No longer content to just be swept along by the wave she had leaned into it. She was the human face of the campaign that had swept the country. It had made her obscenely rich.

“Don’t be nervous.” Nick said as he walked forwards and rubbed Ashley’s back.

“Who said I’m nervous?” Ashley replied a little too quickly.

“You’re easier to read than one of those baby books in your nursery.” Nick leaned down to whisper.

Ashley squirmed a little in embarrassment. It had been a year but she still felt bashful about things pertaining to her little side. The spare bedroom in their house had now become a full blown nursery that any little girl would be happy with. It was pink, full of toys and baby activities. There was a large crib, a changing table and everything was custom made. Ashley was putting her new wealth to good use.

“What are you worried about?” Nick asked as he crouched down next to Ashley.

Ashley was sitting on the floor with a selection of toys around her. She crinkled as she brought her knees up to her chest and rested her chin on them. The pink dress she was wearing barely covered the bottom of her diaper at the best of times but now it rose up high exposing it to the camera pointed her way but not yet recording.

“This just feels like a big step.” Ashley said as she leaned into her boyfriend lovingly, “Obviously they know about the diapers and stuff but to say I’m living it all the time…”

“Your books have been advising just that.” Nick chuckled.

“You know I don’t write those!” Ashley sighed.

“Look, you’re beautiful, smart and a great entertainer.” Nick tapped his hand on Ashley’s head, “Just press record and I’m sure it will all come to you naturally.”

Ashley took a deep breath and looked up at the camera which stared back unblinkingly, she lowered her legs so her diaper wasn’t obscenely exposed. She put her hand on the mouse and hovered over the record button. She looked at Nick who remained by her side and gave her a reassuring smile. This would be the first time he was appearing on camera with her.

As Ashley clicked the record button and the red light on the camera switched on she felt a rumble in her gut. The laxative she had taken earlier was making itself known and was removing the choice from her, she would have to start her video announcement now. It was acting faster than she had expected.

“Hi boys and girls!” Ashley said into the lens, “I have a very special video for you all today…”

Ashley faltered for a second and felt Nick’s hand give her shoulder a quick squeeze of reassurance. She couldn’t tell Nick that half the reason she had paused was because of the cramp that seemed to run across her belly.

“Many of you know this man here.” Ashley said as she gestured towards Nick, “He’s been the boyfriend that I’ve talked about in so many of these videos. Well, today we have a few announcements and the first one is that we are now officially engaged!”

As Ashley stopped she looked up into Nick’s eyes and the pair shared a little kiss. She took a deep breath as she turned back to the camera to continue. Of the three announcements that was probably the easiest to make.

“There’s been some changes in our lives as well.” Ashley continued, “I’ve been reading your comments where you’ve been asking why I don’t put my money where my mouth is. You’ve reminded me often that I advise jumping into the lifestyle as deeply as possible. Well, I can now say that we will be practicing the lifestyle twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week.”

Ashley winced and held her breath for a second as she rode out the wave of another cramp.

“You might be wondering what differences that means for me.” Ashley said, “Well, for a start Nick will not be referred to as my boyfriend or fiancé, he will be my Daddy. Many of you will have heard the bill making it through government making “Mommy” or “Daddy” an official title and we want to be on the forefront of this.”

This was the part Ashley had been equally excited for and dreading. It wasn’t coming a moment too soon either as the pressure in her bowels grew. She felt something travel across her bowels from right to left joining what she knew was already waiting to be let out. This next part would happen quickly, she was already blushing. She glanced nervously at Nick and could see that he knew what was going on.

“I, erm, I…” Ashley stuttered nervously.

The red light was suddenly oppressive. Ashley didn’t know why she was suddenly having a hard time doing something she wasn’t a stranger to. She’d even done this on national television so why was this so difficult. It felt so different, right here in her own home surrounded by her personal effects it felt so much more intimate. Maybe the acknowledgement of how her life and relationship had changed made her feel nervous.

“I think this little baby has an owie tummy, don’t they?” Nick seemed to notice that Ashley was struggling and took over.

Ashley bit her bottom lip and offered a nervous little smile. She slowly nodded her head feeling the temperature in her face skyrocket, she must’ve been as red as the recording light on her camera.

“Does Baby Ashley need to go poopy?” Nick asked in a cutesy voice designed explicitly for small children.

Ashley silently cursed Nick for doing this on camera. In some ways she was grateful he was taking over when she had hit a roadblock but on the other hand he knew what that voice did to her!

“Yes, Daddy.” Ashley squeaked out.

“Are you going to fill your little diapers?” Nick asked playfully. He was fully embracing his role, “Is Daddy going to have to get you a new Cutiebutts diaper to put on your little butt? Are you going to be a little mush-tush?”

Ashley looked at the red light on the camera and blushed even harder. This was so embarrassing and yet she loved every moment of it. Her control was slipping and her Daddy was taking over right in front of all her fans. She found herself becoming wet and it had nothing to do with her bladder.

Nick placed his hands on Ashley’s shoulders and gently turned her around. He bent her over at the waist and flipped up the bottom of her frilly dress to show the baby pants underneath. Ashley felt like she had less control of her situation than ever before. She bit her bottom lip as she lowered down even further.

“Show all your friends how you got potty in your baby panties.” Nick said as he started rubbing Ashley’s belly.

It was like Nick had a direct line into Ashley’s bodily functions. He told her to let go and she felt unable to resist. She squatted down a little lower as Nick moved the camera closer. She closed her eyes and held her breath, she started pushing down knowing that thousands were watching her and millions more would see the video.

Ashley let out a little grunt as she bore down. She could feel it coming and yet still gasped as her backdoor opened up and a solid lump started surging out. She felt her temperature rising as the sticky lump started pushing out the rear of her diaper. The turd started spreading against the padding and Ashley could feel it tickling her as it spread up and down. When it finally finished coming out she shuddered a little. The slimy waste nestled snuggly in the bottom of the diaper and spread between her cheeks.

“Is there more to come?” Nick asked softly.

“Uh huh.” Ashley grunted as she started pushing down again.

The laxatives had clearly loosened everything up and Ashley felt a loud rumble in her belly that definitely would’ve been picked up by the camera’s microphone. After that poop seemed to just explode into her diaper. One second there was a single turd sitting against the padding and the next it felt like the rear half of her disposable had been filled. Ashley gasped as it seemed to just keep going in a semi-solid mudslide without end.

“I’m going to leak!” Ashley exclaimed anxiously.

“No you’re not.” Nick’s calm voice of reassurance came from behind her, “Push it all out, baby.”

Ashley could feel the diaper pushing out in the rear. It certainly felt like she might suffer a sudden blow out but she had full trust in her Daddy. She grunted as she pushed down again. As if her embarrassment couldn’t get any worse she loudly farted before she completed her soiling. The last of the poop spreading up towards her upper back and sinking low causing the leg bands of the diaper to almost separate from her legs.

With a final shiver Ashley allowed her bladder to relax and as she panted after the soiling she freely wet herself. The front of the diaper quickly grew just as hot as the back, the padding being completely used and ruined. Having finally finished Ashley felt Nick put her hand on her bulging rear.

“You really had to go, huh?” Nick said.

Ashley felt embarrassment and excitement in equal measure. She was still facing away from the camera as she bit her lip and nodded her head. As Nick pressed into the padding at the rear Ashley pressed into it from the front. She could feel the contents shifting around the padding touching her skin was electrifying.

“Well, my little girl desperately needs a diaper change.” Nick said to the camera with a smile, “Thank you all for watching. Stay padded and stay stress free!”

Ashley heard Nick fumbling around behind her as he put the camera back on it’s mount. She had to laugh as she heard him cursing and failing to find the stop recording button for a few seconds. As she slowly stood up and the seal of her diaper was broken she could smell what she had done. The diaper seemed to stick to her as well as hang down low between her legs.

“I think that went well.” Nick said as he clicked a few buttons and then walked up behind his fiancée.

Ashley moaned a little as she felt Nick grope her lumpy rear. She found herself pressing her butt backwards into his hand without a second thought. For a few seconds they remained with Ashley enjoying the massaging of her disposable. She loved the way the mushy diaper felt as it was rubbed against her sensitive skin.

“Now… I’m going to take you upstairs, get you out of that diaper, bathe you…” Nick leaned in right next to Ashley’s ear before continuing in a deep whisper, “And then I’m going to fuck you.”

Ashley nearly collapsed as her knees went weak. She was like putty in Nick’s hands, she was entirely in his control, his to command. He felt the massaging of her diaper become more insistent, they became pats which became spanks. The squishing inside Ashley’s diaper was intoxicating.

“Yes, Daddy.” Ashley breathed.

Ashley started waddling towards the exit of her studio. Her massively bulging rear end swayed behind her as the tapes did a heroic job of holding the disposable up. Her dress ruffled around her as she awkwardly walked towards the bathroom with Nick staying a few steps away. The bathroom was large and they had a shower that could easily fit the pair of them.

Ashley pulled her dress over her head and heard the door close behind her as she folded it up. She turned, naked except from the dirty white padding on her crotch. She saw Nick stripping off as well. His shirt came over his head revealing the slim body beneath, his pants soon followed leaving him in his underwear. Ashley could see his manhood already thickening and the little wet spot on his underpants showed he was as excited as she was.

Nick pulled his underpants down and allowed his straining cock to flop out. It pointed right at Ashley who could feel herself moistening again. Half of her wanted to just drop down on to her knees and crawl up to Nick there and then but he was soon turning and walking to the shower where he turned on the water.

“You are so hot.” Nick said as he stepped back and waited for the water to warm up, “You know that?”

Ashley blushed again and bashfully looked away. She felt Nick put her hand on her chin and turn her back to facing him. She opened her mouth and closed her eyes as he kissed her deeply. She was thankful he had put his arm around her since without it she felt like she might melt into the floor. Without breaking the kiss Ashley felt Nick steering her towards the edge of the walk-in shower.

The kiss was finally broken as Nick looked down at the disaster that was Ashley’s diaper. His hands ran down her body past her breasts, Ashley’s nipples stiffened at the delicate touch, until his fingers were playing with the tapes on her disposable. He pulled off the top two tapes and that loosened the underwear enough to allow the smell to escape.

“The things I do for love…” Nick said softly. He chuckled as he bent down slightly to rest one hand underneath the full diaper.

Ashley saw Nick’s free hand pulling at her remaining tapes and allow the padding to drop into his hand. As quickly as possible he lowered it to the floor, he was unable to hide his wince as he quickly folded the diaper up and taped it closed. As he took it out of the room Ashley stepped into the shower. She took the showerhead from the holder and started cleaning herself off. The warm water felt blissful on her dirty backside.

Ashley was facing the wall with the pouring water drowning out all other sound. She jumped when she felt his hands touch her shoulders. Without a word Nick took the showerhead and started using it to clean off the areas Ashley had missed. When Ashley felt a push in her back she bent over knowingly exposing her most private areas to Nick. As the water sprayed up against her sensitive slit she couldn’t help but moan. When he had finished rinsing her he placed the showerhead back in its usual spot.

Ashley didn’t have to do anything. She felt Nick soap her up and rinse her off again, by the time he was finished she already felt sparklingly clean. She turned to face Nick who moved closer to her, his dick pressed against her upper thigh as he locked her in another kiss with the water still cascading over both of them.

Ashley expected to get out of the shower now that she was clean but Nick blocked her way and was smiling at her. She suddenly realised that the cleaning and the sex were all going to be part of one event. She turned around and bent over like she had done for her cleaning but this time she felt some very different sensations.

With no preamble Nick stepped closer until the swollen purple head of his cock was nuzzling against her womanly folds. Ashley whimpered with need before she felt the rock hard rod press into her. She automatically pushed back against him spreading her legs to allow as much penetration as possible.

It was like Nick’s cock was made for her as it seemed to hit all the pleasure centres deep inside her. She was quickly feeling herself cresting towards an orgasm. All the teasing and the pooping had already excited her so much that it wasn’t taking much to push things into top gear. Her muscles tensed and relaxed almost out of her control. Her moans and whimpers were coming without any forethought and she could tell it was exciting Nick even more. It was as if her body wasn’t even under her own control.

Ashley felt her orgasm exploding through her suddenly. The muscles in her pussy clamped down and then let go rhythmically as she practically screamed. One hand grabbed the shower curtain and threatened to pull it down whilst the other squeezed a shampoo bottle so hard the cap came off and the thick liquid sprayed up the wall.

“Yes! Daddy!” Ashley exclaimed as she looked up and felt the water from the shower cascade down over her face.

Nick grunted several times as his thrusting became erratic. Ashley was panting as she came hard. She felt Nick pause for a second and let out a strangled gasp before one final thrust sent Nick over the edge. Ashley smiled and arched her back as she felt Nick explode, his hot seed spurting deep inside of her and his cock pulsing in ecstasy.

Ashley exclaimed again as Nick pulled out of her. She looked down between her legs and saw some of Nick’s cum drip down on to the bottom of the shower. She slumped down and shivered. When she sat on the bottom of the tub she saw her fiancé reach over and turn off the water. He stepped out of the bath and held a towel open for Ashley.

“I think you need a new diaper.” Nick said as Ashley stepped into the towel and felt it wrapped around her along with her fiancé’s arms.

[Sarah Penguin]

[sherlock]

So ashley has been a year in diapers with no loss of control? Underwhelming for the hetero interest protagonist

[Elfy]

Timothy Martyn has long struggled with a blackmailer who has hijacked his presidency so when he receives a mysterious "gift" he is immediately suspicious. It turns out to be just the start of a very bad day though as he soon gives a press conference he is sure will never be forgotten.

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President Martyn

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Timothy sat at his desk staring at the package on the table. He nervously bit his nails, if he looked any harder he would’ve expected to see right through it. It had been several hours since he had personally retrieved the delivery which, needless to say, was very unorthodox for a president to do. It took several minutes for the mail room to go through the protocols, they really wanted to inspect it but President Martyn had demanded it remained sealed. He had no idea what was in it but he didn’t want anyone to know before he did.

Ever since the mystery caller had told Timothy to look out for the package the President had indeed been thinking about little else. He had no idea what was inside the box now sitting on his desk but he knew it wouldn’t be good. It had been three hours since the box had been brought in and Timothy still hadn’t been able to bring himself to open it. His foot bounced on the floor as he tried to think of any way he could put off the opening. He knew if his blackmailer knew he was hesitating it wouldn’t be good.

“Fuck it…” Timothy sighed as he stood up.

Timothy took his letter opener and started cutting the tape that held the plain cardboard box closed. There was a certain excitement in opening the mystery box though it was heavily tempered by anxiety. As he opened the flaps of the box he saw immediately that it was clothing though he wasn’t sure what exactly. It was a light blue in colour and as Timothy rubbed his fingers against the cloth he could feel that it was thin and somewhat smooth.

Against the side of the box there was an envelope. Timothy pulled it out, the white envelope was blank except for the name “Timmy” scrawled across the front in someone’s handwriting. He wished he could send this to the FBI to get it analysed but that would invite a lot of questions that he wasn’t prepared to answer.

“Dear Timmy.” The note inside the envelope started, “We feel like the clothing in this box should be somewhat familiar to you. We’ll be watching your press conference tonight and expect you to repay our kindness by wearing it. Good baby.”

Timothy’s lips pressed together tightly and he belatedly realised he had been grinding his teeth. Ever since pulling the letter out. He dropped it on to the desk next to the cardboard box and then reached in for the clothing. He had a strong suspicion he knew what it was but it was only confirmed when he pulled out the folded blue material and let it flop down.

Timothy looked on grimly as the onesie unfolded. Apart from the white cuffs around the neckline and legs it was entirely baby blue. There were little metal fastened on the two flaps. The blackmailer was certainly correct in saying this onesie was familiar. It was exactly the same as an outfit he had worn at Mistress Violet’s nursery several time. He checked the label and saw it was made by Think Little. The name was familiar, it was the same company that made the diapers he wore, in fact it was the same company that seemingly made everything for the Stress Free Campaign. Their name had been all over the place since all this had started. He remembered seeing their name in Mistress Violet’s nursery as well, they had been supplying baby stuff for adults for a long time.

Timothy’s mind turned back to the present and he tensed up. Somehow the blackmailer had known he was going to hold a press conference that evening despite it only being set up earlier that day. There was no way the mysterious villain could’ve known about it. Was it just a lucky guess? Timothy had been paranoid ever since this craziness had started one year ago but now he was more suspicious than ever. Irrelevant of everything else he had to face going out in front of the press in this babyish outfit.

Going in front of people in a diaper was one thing but outwardly wearing infant clothes would be turning the dial even further. He was already under extreme pressure, it seemed likely he would be on the front pages of all the newspapers with people questioning his sanity. He had already resigned himself to having no chance at a second term in office but now he had to wonder if he would escape being institutionalised.

Timothy stared at the onesie. If his look had been any harder he felt like the cloth would burst into flame. He was only startled out of his deep thoughts when there was a knock on the door. Blinking and remembering where he was Timothy quickly balled the onesie up, shoved it into the box and pushed the box under his desk. He sat down and although he felt like there was something amiss he took a deep breath and tried to get back to what passed for professional.

“Come in.” Timothy called out.

The door opened and Timothy saw his personal assistant coming in. The young woman was wearing a pantsuit with some tell-tale bulges around the crotch. She had a pair of half-rimmed glasses that balanced precariously on her small nose. Her dirty blonde hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail. She was holding various folders and paperwork.

“Good afternoon, sir.” The secretary said as she walked across the oval office and sat in the chair opposite Timothy.

“Samantha.” Timothy smiled, “What can I do for you?”

“Just want to run through the afternoon’s engagements.” Samantha said as she laid some paperwork out on the desk.

Timothy settled back in his seat as Samantha started listing everything in his diary. It was nice to have some normalcy after everything that had been going on, for just a few seconds he was able to forget about the hell his presidency had become.

“… then at three you have a meeting with the head of the counter terrorism division, at four you have a photoshoot with some girl scouts…” Samantha checked off each engagement as she came to it, “At half four you have a break for thirty minutes and then… a meeting… with…”

Timothy had closed his eyes but was listening and nodding with each appointment. When Samantha trailed off he opened his eyes again and saw her looking at the desk. He wondered what she was staring at, leaning back as he was he couldn’t see much of his desk but something had her very distracted.

“I should go…” Samantha said as she stood up.

“What about the press conference?” Timothy asked with a frown.

“It’s just a general one. I’ll have the script sent to you.” Samantha replied. She had gathered her things and made her exit as quickly as possible.

Timothy sat up and wondered what had suddenly gotten into her. He looked down at the desk to where Samantha’s attention had gone and felt his heart skip a beat. He reached forwards and picked up a small pacifier that was sitting on top of a picture that made his blood run cold. It was a photograph of him fully dressed as a baby with Mistress Violet.

Timothy put his head in his hands. The pacifier must’ve fallen out of the box when he pulled the onesie out. That would’ve been difficult to explain when he had tried to promote the image of being into the diaper part of the Stress Free Campaign but not the baby side but the photograph was like a smoking gun. He could only pray Samantha would keep it to herself, he would have to offer her a pay rise or something to secure her silence.

Picking up the photograph, Timothy stared at the image and wondered why it had been included in the box. Was it just a reminder that the mysterious man on the other end of the phone owned him and could bring him down in a moment. Timothy was about to tear the photo in two and throw it in the trash when something caught his eye.

In the corner of the room he could see a pile of clothes. He looked closer, he almost felt like a television detective poring over the smallest detail that had been overlooked for the rest of the episode. There was no evidence about who was involved but there was still some interesting information. The clothes in the corner were from his presidential wardrobe, it was what he had worn when he had visited the Mistress one year prior. Did she know someone was taking photos? Was he followed? He had snuck out but someone clearly knew where he was going to be. Was there a hidden camera in there somewhere?

Timothy’s first thought was to phone Mistress Violet up and question her. She had previously said that she had nothing to do with his troubles and he believed her but these creepy shots taken from outside the window was causing his paranoia to ramp up again. Even if Mistress Violet knew nothing of the photographs she should probably be warned.

Timothy pulled out his private cell phone and took himself into the bathroom. The changing table dominated the room now and he perched on top of it as he dialled the number. The phone rang several times before cutting off without an answer. Timothy felt nervous. Was Mistress Violet just busy or was she deliberately avoiding him?

“Calm down, Timmy.” Timothy said to himself quietly.

Timothy took a deep breath. He remembered Mistress Violet telling him one year ago that her business was getting popular thanks to the campaign, if it had kept growing at the same pace she would be rushed off her feet. Timothy had enough enemies at the moment without creating more through his lack of trust.

“Be careful.” Timothy typed into his phone, “Someone got photos of my last appointment.”

Timothy hit send and hoped that would be enough. He was sure Mistress Violet wasn’t in danger but the privacy of her clients needed to be kept if at all possible. He had to chuckle to himself when he read over the message again, if that text was intercepted by the press he could only imagine the headlines that would follow.

A knock on the door of the Oval Office brought Timothy back to his desk. He had to do what he had been doing for the past year, put all of his troubles to one side and focus on his job. He took another deep breath and scanned his desk to make sure there was no more incriminating evidence on there.

“Come in.” Timothy called out.

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Timothy was stood in the little preparation room thinking that this was it. There was no way his presidency would survive this. He’d been in rocky waters from the start but this was pushing his luck too far. He could hear the gentle murmur of the press just beyond the door. The White House press room was alive with activity.

The press conference was originally going to be quite boring and just a general update on how the country was doing. At the last minute he had signalled his press secretary to tell the media that there had been a change of plans. Now journalists and news anchors were all abuzz with what the press conference was going to be about.

The instructions had been clear and the e-mail that had followed them up had included more humiliating instructions as well as a clear warning as to what would happen if he refused. It wasn’t just the threat of going down as the worst president ever and having to resign in ignominy any more. With the amount of resources expended he could face investigation and even imprisonment. He was in too deep to pull out now. If he could do it all over again he would’ve come clean right at the start, the embarrassment would’ve been nothing compared to what the country had become.

“Are you ready, sir?” Vice-President John Parlour asked as he stuck his head through the door.

“N-Nearly.” Timothy replied shakily, “Just a few more minutes.”

“OK, sir.” John nodded, “Are you sure that’s what you want to wear? It’s just…”

“Yes.” Timothy replied cutting his Vice-President off, “I’m sure.”

“Yes, sir.” John nodded his head, “I’ll ask them to give you a bit more time.”

Timothy looked at his Vice-President with something approaching love. Throughout everything John had been nothing but professional. When Timothy issued orders that made his cabinet mutinous it was John who went to bat to soothe everyone. Even now, when John walked in on Timothy in this ridiculous outfit he barely batted an eyelid.

It certainly was a ridiculous outfit that Timothy was wearing. The freshly changed diaper bulged out obscenely underneath the onesie. Timothy felt stupid but knew he had to do exactly as the blackmailer had asked. As he looked at himself grimly in the mirror he lifted his presidential red tie and put it around his neck. The piece of serious clothing only seemed to highlight how absurd the outfit truly was.

Timothy took a couple of minutes to just close his eyes and try to centre himself. The incoming humiliation was going to be massive but there was no way to avoid it. The only thing he could hope was that he was overhyping how bad it would be in his head, maybe no one would care as much as he thought.

“John!” Timothy called out. A second later the door opened and the Vice-President stuck his head in. Timothy turned to look at him gravely, “I’m ready.”

John smiled and nodded his head. He pushed the door open and started gesturing to some people in the small corridor connecting the preparation room with the media room that the press conference was to take place in.

“Ladies and gentlemen, the President of the United States of America.”

Timothy took a deep breath as he heard chairs shifting and the quiet chatter die down. He put his hand on the doorknob and slowly turned it. He knew that when he pushed this door open and stepped out on stage a big part of what remained of his credibility would go into the toilet. With a shake of the head he pushed and opened the door.

The President stepped out on to the stage to the flash of cameras. He heard shocked murmuring and as he glanced out at the assembled reporters he could see many already furiously taking notes. He couldn’t believe what he was about to do, no doubt he would go down in history for all the wrong reasons. He reached the podium and was pleased to have something covering his bare legs, the onesie left little to the imagination. He had to wait for a few seconds before the whispers melted away. Timothy looked into the lens of the main camera and tried to ignore how there were likely hundreds of millions of people laughing at him right at that moment.

“My fellow Americans, this administration has launched many initiatives in an effort to transform the country into a place we can all be proud of.” Timothy paused for a second and heard at least one of his audience let out a sarcastic laugh, “At the forefront of our radical agenda we have made healthcare more affordable, we have invested in infrastructure, we have…”

Even as Timothy spoke in the most authoritative voice he could muster he knew none of these changes would be remembered. There was only one thing he would be remembered for no matter what he did to improve the country he had inherited. He ploughed on through the other achievements his administration had made in it’s first year nonetheless.

“Finally, we implemented the Stress Free Campaign...” Timothy took a deep breath and felt butterflies swarming in his stomach. Bearing in mind what he had to do that might have been to his advantage.

There was a palpable change in the atmosphere when Timothy brought up the diapers. It was like the air grew thicker with anticipation. The front pages and headline news all waited for what he was about to say. He wanted to tell everyone to stop the craziness but that was not an option. He looked down at the words on his script and sighed internally. He couldn’t let the cameras see how defeated he was.

“Millions of Americans have listened to the scientific and medical advice to move to a stress free life.” Timothy knew he was lying. The “scientific and medical advice” was a load of rubbish but it was the only thing he had to push, “Latest figures suggest half the country are engaged with the campaign in one way or another.”

Timothy paused for a second as he let that sink in. Half the population… That was roughly one-hundred-and-sixty-million people. All those people influenced by the crap he was spreading. He suddenly felt nauseous and wasn’t sure if it was guilt or the pills he took before coming on stage kicking in.

“This administration has been proud to support the campaign and that is why I called this press conference.” Timothy’s heart was hammering and his throat was dry, “That is why we are going to… double spending on the program and make it our top priority.”

There was an immediate change in the room. Timothy looked out at the crowd and tried to maintain his composure as pictures were taken, notes were written and the journalists started muttering to each other. He knew what their conversations would be about, they would be questioning if he had genuinely lost his mind.

“Mr. President, you are already investing a staggering amount of money into this campaign.” A reporter Timothy recognised had stood up to speak, “With this increase you’ll be spending more on the campaign than on the military. Where is the money coming from?”

It was no secret that the defence budget of the United States was gargantuan. Timothy knew that by giving the Stress Free Campaign more money than the military he was inviting all sorts of outrage. The war hawks would be furious that the military was being relegated in priority whilst most doves would be angry at the spending on this ridiculous campaign rather than on healthcare or social welfare.

“Obviously we have to work within a budget.” Timothy said carefully, “So we will be looking at cutting some money from other departments.”

The murmuring started up again and Timothy knew he had just opened a monstrously big can of worms. He also knew that this wasn’t the worst part of what he had to stand in front of the media and do that day.

“Do you think it’s appropriate to wear the clothes you are wearing when making a statement to the nation?” Another reporter stood up to ask. She looked disgusted as she looked at the onesie.

“I’m both the creator and biggest supporter of the Stress Free Campaign...” Timothy lied, “I’m merely showing my commitment to the campaign and-”

“What do you say to the people who think this is all pseudoscientific nonsense and that your support of it is almost criminally irresponsible.” It was a young man standing up now and staring at Timothy intently.

Timothy put a hand to his tummy as he felt a cramp squeezing his insides. He winced but it wasn’t just his internal pains making him feel that way. He had been interrupted by a reporter, that would’ve been unthinkable under anyone else’s presidency and it showed that he was losing the respect of the people he was supposed to lead.

“Sir, what do you say to the people who claim you are making corrupt deals with the Think Little company?” It seemed like it was open season for the reporters now.

That was a new accusation to Timothy. He had heard of Think Little of course, their name was everywhere these days. He knew them before the Stress Free Campaign though because they were one of the biggest suppliers of adult baby diapers and accessories. It was their best diaper, the Cutiebutts, which he wore every day now. He knew they had grown with the explosion of adult baby activities but he hadn’t done any deals with them or any of the other companies that had sprung up to take advantage of the market.

“No… No more questions.” Timothy said as he waved his hand in front of him, “I wish to show you my commitment to the cause.”

Timothy swallowed nervously. The next part of the press conference was the part he was most afraid of. It was something he had done plenty of times in the past but he had never done it in front of an audience… except for Mistress Violet.

The instructions from the blackmailer had been clear. Timothy stepped to the side of the podium and stopped, he saw the cameras and eyes of everyone in the room following him. His arms shook slightly as he bent over forwards and undid the snaps on his onesie. He could hear the journalists mumbling to each other as he turned around and lifted both the front and rear flaps. He closed his eyes and lowered himself.

Timothy let his cramping bowels release. He was shocked by how fast the pressure grew and then forced his ring open, he tried to ignore the gasps and exclamations happening behind him as he pushed into his diaper. He couldn’t believe he was doing this on a stage in front of the world. There was no reason for it other than his blackmailer messing with him.

With a grunt Timothy felt the diaper pushing away from his body as he filled it with waste. He knew this was being shown to the whole country, so many people watching the most powerful man in the world filling his Cutiebutts on the stage. He pushed out everything he had, the rear of the diaper bulging out as it filled.

As Timothy finally stood back up and turned sideways he knew he was showing just how packed his disposable had become. With this last request of the blackmailer fulfilled he hung his head to avoid the looks of the people that were now shouting questions and accusations at him. The cameras flashed as he retreated to the exit. The heavy load in his diaper smeared against him as he waddled awkwardly out. He was sure the news was already flooded with the latest antics of the President.

[Sarah Penguin]

[sherlock]

The last three chapters have closed scene essentially the exact same way...., a poopy diaper. It's a little formulaic. Is that the money shot? I really like the premise, but now it seems it's running low or narrative and just aiming for the O each time. 

 

I personally don't think the time jump was necessary so early. The narrative had legs, the oxymoron of struggle in the stress free campaign would be so more prevalent in the first year....., the first time all the characters have a genuine accident, being seen by their friends (non subscribers to the government bs) for the first time and that whole situation. 

If the girl had been found out she was cheating her promoting and still wearing panties and using the potty, the sponsors could have applied some pressure and discouraging tactics. 

 

The president arc has the least life in it, he's just a plot tool to further the "law", there's no sense of sympathy in his plight. Maybe I just hate governments. 

 

Maybe the story could have the boy cast his mind back to situations in the last year, like a flashback, to explore and expand the first time he realized he's wet without knowing, and when he's seen by girls from school whilst his mom is picking up supplies at the grocery store, and they put two and two together, and his mom checks him infront of them. 

 

The year jump has skipped over alot of natural and fall off the tongue story and character progress, and with no clear indication of why or benefit to do so. 

I feel it's been written into a corner, because the characters haven't had the time to be filled out and the pigeon they're put in in the first few chapters, which is all we know and how we observe them, doesn't properly apply to them in their +1 year development "off camera", and there's a disjoint. 

 

The writing and premise is excellent, and unique. I just wonder if you could jump in the delorean and go back 11 months...., you'll find more story there. But avoiding seeing your past self! 

Thanks for your writing

[sherlock]

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[Elfy]

Ashley is famous but rather than resting on her laurels she wants to go out and make a change... it doesn't hurt if doing so gets her more money and attention. After a hard day it is back to the hotel for special time with Daddy.

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Ashley

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“We want respect!” Ashley yelled through the megaphone. She was stood on a platform in front of a huge crowd, “Too long have we been forced to accept the attacks from the press!”

The gathered crowd responded with a cheer. There were thousands outside the gates of the White House. It was common to see protests against the President and the Stress Free Campaign in this spot but Ashley had mobilised her millions of followers for a protest demanding more respect. Ashley had her Daddy and fiancé right behind her. She was dressed in a frilly pink dress, her diaper poked out underneath the bottom. She displayed her disposable without a care in the world. She was padded and proud!

“Just because we choose to live our lives in diapers doesn’t mean we should be treated like what goes in them!” Ashley exclaimed.

There was a ripple of laughter from the crowd as they applauded and shouted their agreement. Ashley smiled and nodded her head appreciatively. In front of her was thousands of people, all of them padded and all of them dedicated to the Stress Free Campaign that had made her very wealthy.

Beyond the thousands supporting the cause there were many more people. Ashley looked over the heads of her supporters to the line of police and then an equally sized crowd of anti-diaper protestors. Things had been getting heated and the police at times had trouble separating the two crowds. Ashley’s attention was drawn to a large banner that had been unfurled that read “Ashley Hurst = Devil” and another sign that said she was a government plant. She was somewhat used to this but it still stung a little.

“We demand more!” Ashley called out, “Subsidise diapers for the poor! Teach the Stress Free Campaign in schools! More research! More money! More respect!”

The crowd screamed in appreciation. Ashley had whipped them up into an almost religious fervour. She held out her arms to receive the adulation of the crowds. She wasn’t alone in organising this, of course, she was one of many influencers involved but it was obvious that she was the main event. Ashley knew it as well and she revelled in the fame.

This had been building up for a long time for Ashley. After her career got launched into the stratosphere when the campaign was still in its infancy she had risen to the challenge. After a hesitant start she had soon found her feet and embraced the lifestyle. She had done interviews with magazines, newspapers, radio and television; she had gone from nothing to a household name and that just made her want to push the lifestyle even further.

“They love you.” Nick said quietly as Ashley turned away from the crowd for a drink, “Almost as much as I do.”

“Don’t worry, Daddy.” Ashley grinned cheekily in response, “I won’t let any of them babynap me.”

“That’s good.” Nick chuckled, “Do you need a change?”

“Not yet…” Ashley answered quietly. Her face blushed a deep red.

It was one of the interviews she had done that had led to her to this stage. She complained that the media didn’t give followers of this lifestyle enough respect which led to newspapers putting her image on the front page and saying very unflattering things, most of them included the phrase “spoiled brat.” Ashley had been upset but was willing to let it slide until other influencers started messaging her.

What started as a little group of Stress Free Campaign followers soon grew into an organised movement. Many had branded them a group of “extremists” which made them laugh. Ashley didn’t feel they were extreme at all, they just wanted respect.

“Uh oh…” Nick muttered, “Looks like trouble.”

Ashley was brought back to the present and she looked out to where Nick was pointing. At the back of the cheering crowds where the line of police separated the protestors from the counter-protestors there seemed to be a problem. It was hard to tell what had started it but things were definitely getting a bit hairy.

“Good thing we came prepared for this.” Ashley smiled mischievously. She turned to some of the volunteers helping to organise things, “You know what to do.”

Ashley watched the volunteers grab bags and start hurrying through the crowds. She grabbed her own bag and with the megaphone she hopped off the stage herself and started moving through the crowd.

“Brothers and sisters!” Ashley yelled through the megaphone, “You know what to do!”

Indeed the protestors were prepared for this and people were reaching into Ashley’s bag to pull out what was inside. The other volunteers were similarly handing out items. Ashley smiled widely as she planned a counter-attack on the increasingly vociferous anti-diaper crowd and give the press some great shots.

Ashley reached into the bag she was carrying and pulled out a dirty disposable diaper. They had prepared hundreds of these and handed them out, they’d advised others to bring their own knowing there would be people protesting against them. She tossed the messy diaper up and down in her hand a couple of times.

“Ready… Aim…” Ashley shouted through the megaphone. She paused as she saw people turn to face the people protesting against them, “Fire!”

Everyone reared back and then launched the dirty projectiles through the air. For a second the sun was blocked out as the balled up disposables arched through the sky. They sailed over the heads of the protestors, over the police and down on to the counter-protestors. They just kept coming, those that hadn’t had a chance to grab a diaper saw the others flying through the air and threw their own.

The sudden artillery barrage clearly took the other side by surprise and there was a sudden uptick in exclamations as Ashley and her fellow protestors laughed. The police had to redouble their efforts at keeping the two sides apart.

“Give change a chance!” Ashley yelled through the megaphone at the counter-protestors, “Diaper changes that is!”

Ashley forced her way back through the crowd to the stage. She stood up on the wooden platform and could see chaos. The counter-protestors weren’t taking the biological attack on their position quietly. There were clashes at the back as the police struggled to maintain control, she could see more officers arriving as she watched.

Ashley smiled. Behind the freshly arriving police cars there were news vans and Ashley knew these protests would do what they were designed to do, they would draw attention to advocates of the Stress Free Campaign. On a personal note she knew this wouldn’t hurt her bank account at all. More eyes on her meant more money being spent on her. She never thought she would be this person but celebrity was addictive, the more she tasted the limelight the more she wanted it.

“Are you sure this is all a good idea?” Nick asked as he walked out on stage to sit next to Ashley.

“Controversy creates cash!” Ashley replied. She stuck her tongue out at Nick.

Ashley faced away from the protestors and bent over. She pulled up the bottom of her dress and waved his padded butt back and forth in the air. The difference in colour between front and back made it clear that Ashley was very wet.

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Ashley pushed open her hotel room door that evening and collapsed straight into the bed. She was exhausted and yet exhilarated. Nick followed her in a few seconds later with a large bottle of champagne. He switched on the television and saw the news was on. He pointed the remote control at the screen.

“Wait.” Ashley said as she lifted her head, “I want to see this.”

“The news?” Nick asked sceptically, “I thought you’d want the cartoons.”

“Very funny.” Ashley smirked, “Ah ha! Look at that!”

Ashley looked at the television screen and saw a news item based on the protest. She saw clips of the diaper throwing, her speech and then her bending over at the end. She blushed a little as she saw the camera zoom in on her butt.

“I thought the mooning might’ve been a little much.” Nick said teasingly.

“Maybe…” Ashley shrugged, “It got attention though.”

“You’re becoming an attention junky, you know that?” Nick raised his eyebrows.

“Is Daddy jealous that I’m earning more than him?” Ashley asked teasingly. She got on to her hands and knees on the bed and crawled forwards to Nick, “Is Daddy feeling a little stressed?”

Ashley bit her bottom lip as she looked up to Nick’s face. She playfully lifted a hand and very gently patted the front of her fiancé’s pants. She saw the man sighing even as he broke into a big smile. He sat down on the edge of the bed and started to undo his pants. Ashley climbed down off the mattress making sure Nick got a great view of her diaper. She hadn’t been changed since before the protest started and she was soaking wet.

“I’ll need to change that.” Nick said as he patted the large butt.

“Not right now you don’t.” Ashley replied as she slipped down on to the floor with some loud crinkles.

Ashley moved between Nick’s legs and raised herself up so that her head was resting on the edge of the bed right in front of his crotch. She playfully peeked at her Daddy as she rubbed her hands up his inner thighs. Finally, her hand found Nick’s crotch, she could feel that he was already semi-hard. It was so easy to get men going, just hint at some action and they spring up. Ashley giggled.

“What?” Nick asked looking a little affronted.

“Just really happy to have you as my Daddy.” Ashley replied innocently.

Ashley put both her hands on Nick’s crotch and pulled down on the waistband of his pants and underwear until the tip of his cock was poking out. She climbed up higher and leaned forwards, she put the tip of the penis in her mouth and sucked as if it was a pacifier. Above her Ashley heard Nick letting out a deep sigh. Normally she had to tie her hair back when doing this but since it was already in pigtails she didn’t need to.

For a few minutes Ashley lazily sucked on the tip of Nick’s dick whilst he stroked the back of her head. When he started to move Ashley pulled back with a trail of drool going down to her chin. She playfully whined like a puppy being denied a toy as Nick lowered his clothes until he kicked them off leaving him naked from the waist down.

As soon as Nick leant backwards using his elbows to prop himself up Ashley swooped down again. Nick’s cock had always seemed perfect to Ashley, a little bigger than average it felt hot and heavy in her hands. A sticky liquid beaded at the tip, a salty showing of excitement. Ashley leaned forwards and licked the pre-cum, an odd flavour for sure but not one that put her off.

Ashley rested the dick on her face and opened her mouth. Sticking out her tongue she slowly licked around the meat as if it were a delicious lollypop. The smoothness of the skin allowed her tongue to glide over it leaving a slippery trail of saliva. She could hear Nick’s breathing deepen and knew she was doing well.

Ashley licked all the way up to the shaft and then opened her mouth. She pointed the cock and then lowered her mouth over the red hot tip. As her soft lips rubbed down past the head she heard Nick sigh deeply in satisfaction. She moved her face down enveloping more and more of the rod until she felt like she could go no further.

All of Ashley’s senses were fixated on what she was doing. The smell of Nick, the touch of him and the taste combined to overwhelm her. She knew what she was doing was sending those streaks of pleasure searing through Nick, she could see and hear his reaction. The erect penis seemed to grow harder and larger almost like it was trying to set a record for how excited it could be.

Ashley bobbed her head up and down allowing her tongue to twist around the dick. She started silently demanding that she be given the hot prize that awaited her at the end of her work, not that she wanted it over with, she was just impatient for the reward at the end of her work. She could taste the sticky pre-cum drooling out of the small slit at the end of the prick.

Nick started grunting and his hands went to Ashley’s pigtails. Ashley smiled as much as she could around the dick that was filling her mouth, she let Nick guide her using her pigtails as reins. As his tugging and jerking became more insistent she knew he was getting close. She stopped moving her head and just kept her mouth in an O shape. Nick started pushing in and out of her mouth basically using her as a glorified sex toy and Ashley loved it.

“I’m gonna cum…” Nick grunted.

Ashley felt Nick about to pull out of her mouth. She didn’t usually like him finishing in her mouth and usually offered her face or chest instead, this time was different though. Her hands went up to Nick’s butt and she made sure he could exit her mouth. She looked up at him to see a look of surprise before his mouth opened and his eyes closed.

Ashley felt the cock twitching and jolting a couple of times and then her mouth suddenly filled with a thick, salty liquid. Nick moaned and his grip on Ashley’s hair tightened before loosening until he finally let go and fell on to the bed. Ashley held her mouth in place until the dick finally settled. She pulled her head back and climbed on to the bed next to Nick.

As Nick lazily let his head fall to the side to look at Ashley she swallowed in an exaggerated motion and then opened her mouth to show that it was all gone. Nick smiled at her with eyes half-closed. Ashley cuddled up to the side of her Daddy.

“Good girl.” Nick said quietly.

Ashley chuckled as she relaxed against her future husband.

[Elfy]

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Liam is miserable and there is no sign of his situation getting better any time soon. When his Mommy decides to take him and his sister to the park he thinks there is nothing left that can surprise him. It turns out he was wrong...

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The Jones Family

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Liam felt like he had hit rock bottom. He was sat in the playpen despondently as a cartoon blared out of the television. Alicia had demanded they play with her dollies which he had grudgingly agreed to when his mother gave him the look that said if he didn’t do it he would be going over her knee. That was how Liam had ended up sitting at a tiny plastic table pretending to have a tea party with an array of dolls and stuffies.

“No!” Alicia bossily exclaimed with a pout, “You hafta dwink tea like this.”

Liam looked up to see Alicia holding the pink plastic saucer up and lifting the teacup with her other hand. She even poked out her pinky finger as if she was having drinks with the royal family. Not wanting to cause a scene Liam just quietly complied and copied his baby sister’s method.

Liam felt his diaper suddenly warm as he pretended to drink from the cup. He barely paid any attention to these moments any more since they happened all the time. He was otherwise dressed in denim shortalls with a picture of a sail boat embroidered on the front, the crotch and rear bulged out to make room for the diapers underneath.

Liam had extra reasons for feeling glum on that morning. His parents had held a garage sale the previous day and Liam had watched as strangers came to his house and bought all his old stuff. Most of his adult things had been put in storage but now his parents seemed to have decided he would never need any of it again. Liam had been tethered in the front yard with a large toddler harness that stopped him from wondering off, it also meant that anyone and everyone who came to the house would see him in all his infantile embarrassment.

Liam had argued and complained for hours. Even the threat of punishment didn’t stop his tantrum. When nothing else worked he had burst into tears and cried loudly, if he was expecting any sympathy from his mother and father he was quickly shown to be wrong.

Now everything Liam owned had been replaced with baby stuff. None of his adult clothes remained in the house, none of his electronics or games, none of his sports memorabilia. Everything was gone and he was now functionally a baby just like his sister. The old Liam had been effectively erased, it almost felt like he had never existed in the first place.

“Do you really have to go?” Evie asked. Liam’s mother sounded exasperated as her voice came in from the hallway.

“There’s a big meeting about the merger.” Charlie replied, “It’s very important that this goes smoothly. I run the company, honey, I have to be there.”

“But it’s Sunday and I was going to take the babies out…” Evie replied.

“I’m sorry, honey. If we want to keep expanding and making more money I have to put in the hours. We’re so close now, it’s not going to take much longer.” Charlie said with a sigh, “I’ll bring home dinner tonight as well. Maybe next weekend we get a babysitter and head out to the mountains for a couple of days.”

“You mean it?” Evie’s voice sounded much more forgiving suddenly, “I’ll have to move an appointment but… that sounds lovely.”

Liam was looking out through the bars of his playpen. He saw his dad walk past the doorway dressed in a very smart suit. He was carrying a briefcase in one hand with his car keys in the other. He was smiling as he put up a hand to wave at the two in the playpen. Alicia cheerily waved back whilst Liam just watched in surly silence.

“I promise.” Charlie said. He held his arms out as he turned around and looked back down the hallway.

Liam watched as his mother walked forward and hugged his father. He could see her relax in his arms before pulling herself away. She still looked a little annoyed but it seemed like the promise of a weekend away had placated her somewhat. With a final kiss on Evie’s cheek Charlie turned and walked out of Liam’s sight, a second later he heard the front door open and then close.

Evie stood in the hallway looking at the now closed door for a few seconds before turning away. She walked into the living room and Liam automatically flinched. She walked around the playpen to the side nearest Liam and his sister. Liam knew what was coming and was unsurprised when Evie leaned over and reached down with one hand to press the front of his diaper against his crotch. She then repeated the procedure with Alicia.

“Well, neither of you are dry but I think you can hold off until after lunch for a change.” Evie said as she stood up again.

Liam expected nothing else. There had once been a time when he detested being in a wet diaper for even a minute but that was long in the past, he was used to it and spent more time wet than dry these days.

“Mommy, did you say we’re going out?” Liam hesitantly asked as Evie started leaving the room.

“Indeed we are.” Evie paused only briefly to answer.

Liam felt butterflies in his tummy. It had been a few weeks since Liam had been further from the house than the backyard. The last time he had been out it had been for the one-off shift at work. The memory made him shudder, he wished he could wipe all of that from his mind.

“Liam!” Alicia demanded her brother’s attention, “You’re supposed to pour tea for the Pwincess!”

Liam turned his attention back to his sister and saw her pouting as she pointed at a little pink teddy bear with a crown stitched on to it’s head. Liam mumbled a half-hearted apology as he picked up the plastic toy teapot and poured some non-existent tea.

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After a simple lunch of sandwiches and fruit Evie started getting people ready for their trip out. The two babies were taken upstairs, firstly they went into Alicia’s pink nursery for her diaper change before they all went into Liam’s room for his fresh diaper. He was soaked by the time the tapes were pulled off the front of the padding.

“Where are we going?” Liam asked fearfully as his legs were rolled back and a fresh disposable was slipped underneath him.

“I thought I’d take you both to the park.” Evie said as she lowered her nineteen-year-old son on to a fluffy diaper, “It’s not healthy to be cooped up so much. Ashley Hurst says that it’s important to…”

Liam let out a high-pitched whine and stopped listening as the sides of his diaper were pulled up and taped closed. His worst fear was going out into public and it didn’t get much more public than the park. He was helped down from the table and put back into the same shortalls he had worn in the morning. As Liam quietly fretted Alicia excitedly jumped about, she didn’t share her brother’s trepidation.

Liam dawdled as much as he could as the three of them went downstairs. He tried to waste as much time as possible but his options were limited. He could only delay for a couple of minutes at most and soon his feet were slipped into a pair of shoes fastened by Velcro straps.

“Come on!” Alicia bossily demanded. She was all ready to go whilst Liam moved at a snail’s pace.

Evie had a thin-lipped smile as she checked that the diaper bag she had slung over her shoulder was fully stocked. Liam couldn’t tell if it was directed at him or not, he suspected his embarrassment amused his mother but any time he had accused of that he had just ended up being punished. He didn’t dare push the subject when they were just about to leave the house, he didn’t want to give his mom any reason to punish him in public. Just leaving the house like this was punishment enough.

“Right, I don’t think even my two super soakers could go through all these diapers.” Evie said with a chuckle as she zipped the bag back up.

Liam stood up and shuffled towards the front door behind the two females. Alicia ran out as soon as Evie had opened the door enough for the small girl to fit through, it was like any minute not spent at the park was a minute wasted for her. Liam was the last out of the house and was stopped dead in his tracks when he saw what was waiting for him.

“Think Little really do think of everything.” Evie said as she stood behind Liam and put her hands on his shoulders.

Liam shook his head as he looked at the twin stroller that was sitting in front of him. It was as if shaking his head enough would make it disappear. He tensed up and automatically backed away but Evie was right behind him. He never ceased to be surprised that every time he felt like he had hit rock bottom the floor gave way to show new depths.

“Come on, I’ll help you.” Evie said cheerfully.

“Mommy, no…” Liam whined as he was steered forwards.

Alicia clearly felt none of Liam’s trepidation as she excitedly ran around the stroller poking and prodding at all the different things. When she came around the front again she jumped and turned in mid-air. She landed diaper first and giggled. Liam was turned around and lowered himself into the low seat with his bottom lip poking out. He tried not to think about how comfortable the seat truly was. The thing must’ve cost a fortune.

“Don’t pout, baby.” Evie gently chided, “Or do you already need a diaper change?”

“Of course not!” Liam exclaimed angrily, “I just don’t like this. Any of this.”

Liam looked down at his chest as Evie took the straps that hung to the sides of the seat and fastened them. She adjusted them so that Liam was tightly held down, he was pushed further into the seat and his padded crotch was pushed out in front of him a little. His legs were forced apart and even when he tried to squeeze them together he couldn’t get his knees to touch. His feet hung in the air swaying a little but with nowhere to rest. When Evie was happy that Liam wasn’t getting out she produced a pacifier from her pocket and pushed it between the young man’s lips. Liam chewed on the teat resentfully.

Liam was left to think about how his embarrassing state of dress was open to the world whilst Alicia was strapped in. Too soon for Liam’s liking Evie went behind the stroller. The wheeled seats turned around and was then pushed up the garden path and out on to the street. Liam wanted to cover his face but the straps on his shoulders made that awkward. He just sat there, sucking on his pacifier as they started down the road. He was dying of embarrassment.

Society had changed so much. Liam saw more people dressed like overgrown toddlers than ever before. He even saw another stroller that was big enough for an adult, whether there was one in there or not he didn’t get a chance to see. Liam looked away from everyone they met on their walk, he knew people stared at him. Even most people who had taken up the Stress Free Campaign didn’t take it this far. He was an oddity.

It wasn’t long before Liam could hear a lot of noise. It sounded almost like a football game was going on but he knew there were no places to play in the direction of the noise, it was just regular streets until it opened up for the larger clear area that situated the White House. It was in that direction that Liam was rolled, towards all the noise that was growing louder and louder.

In the distance there was a crowd formed and the stroller was being pushed towards it. Liam heard whistles, a megaphone and chanting. There were flashing red and blue lights from police vehicles that were waiting just down the street. Liam found himself subconsciously trying to press himself further back into his stroller as if that would hide him. It looked like a scene out of a movie.

“Mommy?” Alicia’s voice was loud. It made Liam jump, “Who are they?”

“Just a large group of friends, sweetie.” Evie replied as she carried on up the street.

It was a protest. Liam could see that much now and he could even make out specific words and phrases. He could see people dressed as babies now as well, people that were clearly diapered and others that were holding up signs. Some were moving away from the main group, some were going towards them and yet others were standing around and chatting. Liam found his head swivelling around to try and see everything that was happening around him. He saw all sorts of signs and nearly all of them were shouting about the benefits of the life Liam was forced to live. Liam’s mouth dropped open and the pacifier he had been sucking on dropped on to his lap.

Liam had never seen so many clearly padded people in one place. He could only gawp at how open many were being even as he was aware he appeared more babyish than anyone else. Some people even gave him a wave when they saw him looking. Liam found himself recoiling, he wasn’t like these people, he was only like this because he hadn’t been given a choice!

“I wanna go to the park!” Alicia yelled impatiently.

Just as Alicia banged her fists and feet against the stroller there was a sudden increase in noise. Liam looked from his sister to the protest. It looked like a bunch of balloons had suddenly been released but soon Liam realised those things weren’t filled with air. The objects arched through the sky like a medieval arrow barrage. Liam heard half the crowd seem to moan as one. He realised that he had just witnessed an artillery barrage of diapers!

“We should go.” Evie sounded amused if anything. Around her there was more activity as a lot of people nearby made their way towards the crowd. The police too seemed to be moving in, “I just wanted to see how they were getting on.”

Liam kept looking at the crowd until the stroller was turned around and he could no longer see the protest. He settled back into his seat, he was glad they weren’t getting any closer because for a minute he thought his mom was going to roll him straight into the protest to join in. It was only as Liam relaxed that he realised his diaper was wet. It was with a shudder that he realised he must’ve wet himself and he had no idea when or where it had happened.

Liam tried to keep his composure but under the extreme stresses of his wetting, the protest and the general humiliation that was his life he just couldn’t do it. He started to cry loudly as the stroller was pushed away from the protest and back towards the closest park to home. It was all so unfair and as soon as the tears started he couldn’t get them to stop. He cried over the injustice of being forced to live like this, he cried over the feeling that his future had been taken away. All his plans for a career wrenched out of his grip and replaced with little plastic toys that beeped loudly and shone flashing lights.

Liam turned to Alicia who he saw looking at him with annoyance. The sort of look he always gave babies who were causing a scene. His little sister leaned as far away as the cramped confines of the stroller would allow.

“Oh dear, baby.” Evie stopped the stroller suddenly, “What’s the matter?”

Liam looked down towards his crotch which was thrust out in front of him due to the shape of the seat he was restrained in. He just couldn’t bear to look his mother in the eyes due to both his humiliation and because it was her who had reduced him to this. Unfortunately his mother seemed to have a very different idea about why his eyes suddenly darted downwards.

“Aww, is the baby wet?” Evie asked as she reached forwards.

“Wait, no…” Liam suddenly whined as he realised his mom’s mistake. He cringed as she thrust a hand towards his groin.

Liam was cut off when his mother’s hand pressed against his crotch. The squishiness and warmth was obvious even through his clothes. She nodded her head knowingly. Liam suddenly realised things had got even worse, now his mom thought he didn’t know he was very obviously wet. Then again, he had to admit he didn’t know when he had wet himself…

“Yes you are, sweetie!” Evie chuckled and rubbed Liam’s hair, “Don’t worry you don’t need a change yet and we aren’t going near that big scary crowd.”

Liam was still sobbing but thanks to the restraints he couldn’t wipe away his tears. He watched as Evie reached down to his lap and picked up the pacifier that had been laying there forgotten. She picked it up and popped it back into Liam’s mouth as if he was a real baby that needed calming. To Liam’s embarrassment he did feel a little mollified and his sobbing lessened.

“Good boy.” Evie said with a smile, “Come on, kids. The park awaits!”

Evie walked behind the stroller and Liam soon felt the chair rolling forwards again. He could only try to ignore how other people stared whilst he was pushed down the street away from the White House and towards the nearby public park. As they reached the gate and stepped through on to the gravel path Liam felt his heartbeat quicken. In front of them, at the other end of the path, was a children’s playground. He hoped that wasn’t their destination and yet it seemed inevitable.

Liam’s sister was bouncing in her seat excitedly and was already straining to get out of the push chair like a puppy straining on the leash. The stroller continued all the way to the metal fence of the playground, the heavy child-proof gate was opened allowing the family to enter. It was a nice day and the park was very busy. Evie found a wooden bench to stop the stroller at and then undid the restraints.

“You babies play nice now, OK?” Evie said. She gave Liam a pointed look, “I’ll have my eyes on you.”

Alicia ran off as soon as she could. Her little legs were separated by the diaper wrapped around her waist, Liam watched her waddle away and felt the sinking feeling that he must look the same way to plenty of others. Liam looked around the playground and without seeing any better place to go he walked over to the swings. He sat down on the one nearest the corner and slowly rocked backwards and forwards hoping no one looked his way.

It wasn’t just actual babies and their guardians in the park. Liam could see a few, though not many, older people in diapers and even dressed similarly to him. He sucked on his pacifier as he watched one of them, maybe a couple of years older than he was, going down the slide and clapping his hands before his mother helped him back up to go round again. Another older baby looked like he was in his mid-teens and was sitting miserably in the sand pit. Liam was somewhat tempted to go over and befriend him as someone in the same situation as he was but in the end he decided staying apart might make him less conspicuous. He wasn’t exactly in a socialising mood.

After a few minutes Liam noticed two things. Firstly, he was getting bored very quickly. Secondly, he was starting to get some looks from other children and their parents. He realised that the park was busy and he was taking up some valuable real estate.

Reluctantly, but wanting to spare himself from looking for some other less grown-up option, he pushed on the ground and started swinging. He hadn’t really played on a swing since he had been an adolescent but he quickly found his groove. Feeling the wind blowing through his hair and against his skin felt refreshing.

Liam was paying little attention to those around him. He sat there for a long time swinging just to take up the time, the people on the other swings would come and go as he just continued in his own little world. He barely paid attention as he heard a conversation behind him.

“Do you want to go on the swings?” A middle-aged woman said.

“No… I just want to go home.” Came a younger man’s voice.

“You know the therapist said it was a good idea for you to get out more.” The woman replied. She sounded exasperated. Liam started eavesdropping just out of boredom.

“The therapist has no qualifications! He’s just one of those regression nut-jobs. That quack doesn’t know sh-” The young man started.

“Watch your language!” The woman interrupted. The warning was clear in her voice, “I’m sure you don’t want a spanking in front of all the other babies.”

“Fine, I’ll get on the damn swing.” The young man said.

“Do you want me to push you?” The woman asked.

“No.” Liam could hear the barely contained rage in this guy’s voice. Come to think of it, there was something familiar about this voice.

“I’ll be over there if you need anything.” The woman finally said.

Liam saw the woman walk away and then a man about his height sat on the swing next to him. Liam was trying not to stare and could only see his back but the young man was clearly diapered under a pair of light yellow shorts that really didn’t conceal anything. He sat down and turned to look at Liam just as he swung forwards.

Liam loudly gasped and in his surprise nearly ended up falling out of his swing. As he came backwards through the air he looked again to make sure he wasn’t going crazy. The bottom of his shoes skidded across the surface underneath him as he brought himself to a sudden and dramatic stop.

“Adam!” Liam had forgotten about his pacifier and the word was slurred slightly.

Adam was staring at Liam with a face that was quickly going as red as Liam was sure his was. Adam had been the first friend to find out about his humiliating new status, he had been in Liam’s bedroom when he had pooped himself. He had left looking disgusted. Liam hadn’t seen Adam for over a year since that day, the last thing he expected was to see Adam dressed just like a baby!

“What’s going on?” Liam asked as he pulled the pacifier out of his mouth. He looked his friend up and down trying to get his brain to fully comprehend what was happening, “Why are you dressed like that!?”

“You mean like you?” Adam’s voice felt sharp. Like it was waiting for an opportunity to stab into Liam.

“Well… Yeah.” Liam replied.

“Because of you!” Adam’s fists clenched on the chain holding the swing up. It looked like he was doing his utmost not to start swinging his fists at Liam, “I should punch you…”

“What?” Liam was confused. He hadn’t seen Adam since that embarrassing day in his bedroom. How could he possibly be at fault?

Liam saw Adam tense even more until it looked like he might pop. Then he took a breath and visibly calmed down a bit. He looked over to where his mom was sitting, Liam was under the impression that if she wasn’t here things might be going very differently. To Liam’s shock when he looked over at his own mother he saw she was sharing her bench with Adam’s mom.

“That day… when I saw you crap yourself.” Adam started with a sigh, “I lost all respect for you. How could I respect someone that did something like that?”

Liam felt his face flush with heat but he stayed quiet to let Adam continue. He had to swallow the urge to exclaim that it wasn’t his fault that he had pooped himself that day, that he didn’t have a choice but he felt certain Adam already knew that.

“As soon as I left I got on my phone and started telling people. Your mom had already told half the town but I had seen it first-hand. It was like witnessing an alien or something.” Adam continued, “This Stress Free stuff wasn’t as popular back then. I’d never seen anything like it. I went on social media and posted about it, I told everyone I saw when hanging out. I told my mom…”

Adam slumped in his seat and looked genuinely remorseful. Liam wasn’t sure if he was sorry for spilling the beans to everyone he could or if he was upset that it seemed to have negative effects for himself. Liam waited as Adam took his time before continuing.

“I expected mom to laugh, you know? Everyone else did.” Adam shrugged when he saw Liam looking hurt, “She said I was wrong to tell people, that I was a bad friend.”

“You were.” Liam said before he could stop himself.

“I know that now.” Adam looked at the floor, “My mom actually spoke to your mom several times. I got worried for a while but then everything went quiet. About a month after I saw you I went to stay with my grandparents. When I came back…”

Liam didn’t need to hear anymore. He knew how the story ended. When Adam came home everything had been changed, his life upended and all trace of his adulthood obliterated. The only surprise was to hear his mother had been involved in some way. He sighed as he pushed back and swayed on the swing a little bit.

“I’m sorry.” Adam finally said, “For reacting how I did, telling people and being angry. I’m sorry for saying I was going to hit you.”

“It’s fine.” Liam replied though the stiffness in his voice probably let Adam know it still stung him.

“So how’s your year been?” Adam asked.

“Oh boy…” Liam took a deep breath before launching into all the horrible humiliations he had been forced to suffer through.

Liam didn’t know how long the two young men were sat on those swings and comparing notes of the last year. They were only interrupted when two small children came up to them with their mothers. It seemed like their time on the swings was over. Adam suggested they go to one of the see-saws and Liam agreed.

When Liam stood up he felt his diaper sag low and realised he was significantly wetter than he had been in the stroller. He looked over to his mom who was still talking to Adam’s mom. He considered asking for a diaper change but he had no way to guarantee that would happen somewhere private. Each step seemed to confirm just how saturated his diaper had become. He walked alongside Adam, they both had the same wide-legged waddle, they must’ve looked like a pair of toddler friends.

“Oh God… Oh no…” Adam suddenly stopped. A look of horror slowly taking over his face.

“What’s wrong?” Liam asked as he turned to look at Adam.

Liam saw that Adam was blushing furiously and as he made eye contact he saw that his eyes were brimming with tears. Before Liam could put everything together he saw Adam bend his knees and stick his rear out behind him. Liam immediately recognised the pose of a man about to fill his pants.

Liam stared without knowing what he could do to help. It was the inverse of what had happened over one year previously. He knew what Adam was feeling, without thinking about it Liam put his hands over his tummy.

Liam saw Adam hold his breath and then close his eyes in effort. Liam didn’t need to be behind Adam to know that he was filling his diaper. He heard Adam grunt and simultaneously he felt his bladder relaxing. Whether it was a sympathetic response or not Liam didn’t know but as Adam’s disposable started to bulge underneath his clothes Liam’s started getting wetter.

Liam couldn’t help but stare at his friend. All his attention was on the person humiliating themselves, the person that wasn’t him for once. The warmth in his diaper grew and grew until suddenly…

“Crap…” Liam cringed. It was now his time to feel humiliation.

The heat that had been building in his diaper suddenly broke like water smashing through a dam. Piss started streaming down Liam’s legs and his hands flew down to his crotch as if he could stop the flow manually. His face went just as red as Adam’s as he joined his friend in humiliating himself in public. He looked down with trepidation and saw the obvious wet patch growing as he helplessly leaked all over himself.

The humiliation was very public. The two of them were attracting a lot of attention from a lot of small kids who were watching curiously as the two big boys dressed just like they were went potty in their pants. The two of them couldn’t look more helpless or pathetic if they tried.

Adam was the first to crack. One of his hands had gone behind him and felt the weight of the load he had just dropped. The tears fell from his eyes and soon he was wailing. Again Liam wasn’t sure if it was a sympathetic response or not but his own bottom lip began to quiver before he started bawling his eyes out. Soon Liam and Adam were both stood in the middle of the playground crying desperately.

“Baby? What’s wrong?” It was Adam’s mom who was coming over.

“Poo-poo!” Adam cried like a toddler.

“Oh dear, it’s OK, we’ll get you changed.” Adam’s mom looked at Liam and pursed her lips when she saw the urine trickling down his legs, “Looks like Liam could use one too. Come on.”

Adam’s mom took her son and Liam by the hand and started walking them over towards the benches. Liam’s tears were already drying. Like a baby he cried when he needed attention from a grown-up and as soon as he had it everything was alright.

“We got so caught up talking we forgot about these two.” Adam’s mom said with a smirk.

“Come here, Liam.” Evie said sweetly, “Come to Mommy.”

Liam didn’t need to be told again. Despite his humiliation and knowing that all the other parents around them were watching he waddled over to his mom who was already getting the diaper bag out. The changing mat was laid across the top of the table and a spare diaper was pulled out. Liam balked at the idea of being changed so publicly.

“C-Can’t we go to the restroom?” Liam asked as he pointed towards the bathroom.

“We have more room here.” Evie said simply.

Liam looked forlornly over to the relative privacy of the public restroom whilst his mom started undressing him. His tear-streaked cheeks blushed as his shortalls were removed. He saw other adults watching him and he closed his eyes tightly. He felt his mother checking his sopping wet diaper, she lifted the heavy weight of his disposable and then let it drop, more urine spilled out and trickled down the inside of Liam’s thighs.

“Good grief, you’re like a leaky faucet.” Evie chuckled, “Sorry, baby, I should’ve been checking you more often.”

Liam was lifted on to the top of the wooden bench and laid down on the changing mat. He sniffed as the front of his diaper was opened. He knew other people were watching but as he looked to the side he was surprised to see most were going back to their conversations. He didn’t know whether it was better or worse but these people saw him as just a baby and not worth extra attention. It was almost like this was normal. A baby of the Stress Free campaign.

Liam heard whimpering and turned his head the other way to see Adam in a similar position to himself on the next bench over. He was covering his face and as the front was lowered to reveal his dirty state Liam looked away.

“Yuck-spuck.” Adam’s mom said, “Oh well, can’t blame a baby for doing baby things.”

“Indeed you can’t.” Evie replied as she started cleaning Liam, “It’s the burden of being a mother. Ashley Hurst says “Every stress we take on to ourselves is less stress for our children” after all.”

“Oh you read Ashley?” Adam’s mother asked excitedly.

“I’m a big fan.” Evie replied happily, “In her latest book she said…”

Liam wanted to yell that it was their parents forcing these “problems” on themselves. If they truly saw this as such a burden they should forget the diapers entirely and treat them like the adults they were supposed to be. Whilst the two mothers conversed as if this was normal their two young adult sons were forced to just lay down as they were cleaned and freshly diapered.

When the two young men were dressed they received a pats to their rear ends to send them back out to play. They sheepishly hurried away in embarrassed silence, miserable that they were in this situation but thankful that they at least had each other.

[Elfy]

Things are coming to a head.

Timothy's cabinet is in open revolt and that is before his latest orders from the mysterious blackmailer who seems to know more than they should. 

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President Martyn

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“I quit!” A furious Adam Fletcher stood up and threw his papers across the table, “I’ve had it with this clown show. You may want to torpedo your career but I’ll be damned if you’re taking me down with you.”

The Secretary of the Treasury adjusted his tie and stormed out of the meeting. It was just the latest resignation, there seemed to be a new one every other week. The press had dubbed Timothy’s cabinet “Martyn’s Merry-Go-Round” which didn’t do a lot for his authority. He silently watched Adam leave not even bothering to try to convince him to stay.

Timothy had to admit that he felt like a clown at the front of a circus. There wasn’t even a hint of professionalism coming from him now. He was dressed in a bright green onesie that had a big gold star in the middle. A pacifier was attached to some ribbon that was placed around his neck, the soother bounced near the middle of the golden star. Underneath the onesie was the usual thick diaper that was partially wet.

Whilst everyone else had turned up at the meeting in their suits as usual the President himself was dressed like an overgrown baby. He had never attended a meeting like this before and it did nothing to quell the hysteria and shouting that the cabinet meetings usually devolved into. As soon as Timothy had walked into the room the usual anger had started. At this point he was nothing more than a joke. His last shred of respect had been taken by his recent press conference stunt.

Timothy had planned to be dressed in his usual suit. The incident at the press conference seemingly being a one-off, the President hadn’t heard from his blackmailer since that day. It had only been a week but things were getting crazier. Following his embarrassing act in front of the television cameras the large section of the public who hated the Stress Free Campaign had taken to the streets. There had been riots in many cities and the National Guard had to be called in. The White House had itself been under a kind of siege. For a few days it seemed like there might genuinely be some kind of civil war. It was the sort of thing he had never expected could happen under his watch. He was supposed to be the man to unify the nation…

Of course, dressing like this wasn’t Timothy’s idea. That morning he had received a text message telling him exactly how he should be dressed at the meeting. He did consider disobeying the message since he thought no one would know but then he started to feel paranoid. What if they did somehow find out?

Timothy had decided it wasn’t worth the risk and he had stripped down to his diaper. Instead of his dark blue suit the President had put on a onesie that he kept in his side room. He had opened his door and walked down the corridor towards the meeting room. He tried to pretend he didn’t see the way he was being stared at by the White House staffers.

After everything that had happened Timothy’s self-confidence was shot. He hadn’t completely given up but he felt like he had been swallowed by the monster he had been forced to create. No one spoke about any of his programs or changes, partly because most had to be cut to save money for the Stress Free Campaign, but also because the diapers were completely dominating every facet of life.

Timothy had to spend all of his hours holding his fragile country together. He dreaded to think what his legacy would be.

“Sir, perhaps you would like to bring up the next point on the schedule.” John Parlour urged the President to bring control back to the room.

“Huh? Oh, right.” Timothy looked at the schedule, “The next item is the Environmental Protection Agency and their request for additional funding…”

It was like Timothy wasn’t even in the room. No one was listening to him and he was supposed to be the most powerful man in the world. Rather than trying to control the room Timothy simply put the schedule paper on the table and shrugged his shoulders in defeat. Several people were on their phones, some were texting and everyone was making a lot of noise.

“You know what, John?” Timothy stood up and looked to his Vice-President, “How about you take this meeting? I get the feeling things might go smoother if I’m not here.”

Timothy tried to ignore the sinking feeling that he was simply giving up the wheel of the ship. The sad fact was that he knew he was right. Several times in the near recent past Timothy had allowed his Vice-President to lead the cabinet meetings and it had always accomplished a lot more than when he was involved.

Just as Timothy turned away from the table leaving his padded rear to bulge out of his onesie he heard his phone vibrating. With no pockets he had simply put the phone on the edge of the table. Had it not vibrated he would’ve probably forgotten he had brought it with him at all.

“Sir, are you sure you want to go?” John asked, “Your leadership and opinion is greatly valued by me and the rest of your team.”

“I’m surprised you could say that with a straight face.” Timothy snorted as he turned back to the table.

Timothy picked up his phone and felt his heart almost stop when he saw that he had received an e-mail from his blackmailer. He swallowed nervously as he swiped on the phone to see what these new instructions could possibly be.

“Shit yourself right now.” The message said simply.

Timothy swallowed as he looked up from his phone and wondered why he was receiving such a message. How would the other person know if he was even complying? The paranoia that was constantly just under the surface exploded out of him. He had been on the verge of leaving, the message seemed to be timed to keep him in the room. He looked around and saw a lot of people using phones but none were looking at him.

“Is everything alright?” John asked, “You’ve gone very white.”

Timothy had to do what he was told. Timothy paused for a few moments and then did as instructed. Squatting down he pushed with his tummy muscles and heard a loud fart reverberate around his diaper and the room. The cabinet members who had otherwise been doing everything they could to avoid Timothy started to stare his way.

After pooping in front of the cameras from the news this felt much more intimate and yet in some ways that made it just as humiliating. These were colleagues, people Timothy had met all through his political career, they were the best the country had to offer. Now he was about to poop his pants in front of them. Even though many clearly didn’t like Timothy at the moment he still respected them.

Timothy held his breath and felt a solid lump of poop emerging from his hole. He strained and pushed until it seemed to just drop out of him and into the warm padding that surrounded his waist. With his eyes closed one hand went out to find his chair to help keep his balance. Once the log had nestled in his diaper he knew there was nothing else to come. He felt like a domesticated pet who pooped on the command of their master.

Timothy didn’t turn around to look at the table that was now silent. He could already imagine their looks of disgust. He left the room with a wide-legged waddle and closed the door behind him. His face was red as he walked back to his office. He passed several people on the way and it was clear they could smell what he had done. The changes in their expression, the way they wrinkled their nose in revulsion as he passed, said more than words ever would. Timothy got back to his office and felt glad to be out of the firing line. He took a deep breath and then was startled by the phone ringing.

“You’ve got to be kidding me…” Timothy muttered.

Timothy walked around his desk but didn’t sit down. The little present he had left in his disposable underpants meant he would be on his feet until he could change. He picked up the phone and held it up to his ear, although many people and organisations could contact him through this line he knew who it was even before the voice spoke.

“Good boy, Timmy.” The blackmailer’s voice was thick with mirth.

“How do you know!?” Timmy demanded.

“The how’s and why’s are unimportant.” The voice replied, “Your work today isn’t done.”

“What do you mean?” Timothy asked. Knowing more was expected caused him to tremble with anxiety.

“You’ll find an envelope in your desk’s drawer. The second one from the top on the right hand side. Inside there are a number of executive orders. You are to take those back into your meeting and sign them.” The voice instructed.

Timothy frowned but when he reached over to open the drawer he could see a large white envelope. Written on the front was “FAO: President Timmy Martyn.” This envelope definitely hadn’t been there when Timothy had left for his meeting. He didn’t even know if it was paranoia anymore when it was clear the blackmailer had people on the inside.

“What are the orders?” Timothy asked. How stupid it felt to have to ask an unknown person what Timothy’s own executive orders were.

“Open them up and find out.” The voice replied.

Timothy put the phone down on his desk as he opened the envelope. He pulled out several pieces of official paper and started reading. As he flicked through the bills his eyes widened until it felt like they were the size of dinner plates. The first bill was to force all children up to the age of eighteen to be in diapers full time, the second one would force doctors to advise the Stress Free Campaign lifestyle to anyone who goes there for any reason. The third one was the most extreme. The third bill would force the government to spend no less than half it’s complete budget on the campaign. The ideas were insane. Timothy picked up the phone again feeling suddenly breathless.

“I… I can’t sign these.” Timothy gasped.

“You will.” The voice replied, “In front of your cabinet.”

“There’s no way they will accept all this!” Timothy couldn’t keep the horror of what he was being asked to do out of his voice, “There is no way I’ll keep my job. They’ll chain me up and carry me out if they have to.”

“That’s fine.” The voice replied dispassionately.

“W-What do you mean?” Timothy asked.

“Your usefulness is at an end, Timmy.” The voice concluded, “It’s been a pleasure working with you.”

“Wait!” Timothy put his hand out in front of him as he exclaimed as if the blackmailer could see him. Maybe he could for all Timothy knew.

The line went dead and Timothy slowly put the phone back in it’s holder. He dropped on to the chair behind him in shock. He felt the poop that had been sitting in his diaper immediately spread over his skin but he barely even noticed it. He pulled the paper in front of himself and wondered if he had any choice. He could refuse to sign the orders, he was going to lose his job regardless so maybe this should be the place he puts his foot down. Then he was reminded of how this was bigger than his presidency. He could go to prison for the stuff he had done. He could be lynched in the street and he would agree with the mob!

With the feeling of despair overtaking him he picked up his pen and started to sign each order. It was like signing his own death warrant. He placed the pen back on the desk and put his head in his hands.

[Elfy]

Liam is sat in a car marvelling at the mansion the family are moving into. It prompts him to finally ask his parents what they do... The answer shocks him!

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The Jones Family

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Liam looked out of the window of the car in shock. He was sitting next to Alicia, they were both strapped into car seats and looking out at the mansion that stretched out before them. The car was parked next to a fountain that had a gravel driveway running around it. They were a long way from the road with a large metal gate separating them from the street.

“Oh yes, take that up to the nursery.” Evie said to the movers who were carrying in Liam’s crib.

Liam didn’t have a clue that his family were looking to move until all of his stuff started getting boxed up. Now he was sat in a wet diaper looking out at his new home. He didn’t understand, it must’ve cost millions and although his father’s business seemed to be doing well this seemed like it would be impossible to afford.

“It’th big!” Alicia said.

“It is…” Liam agreed.

Without a second thought Liam reached down to his side without looking away from the mansion. He picked up his bottle and stuck the teat between his lips. The sweet juice was a tonic on such a hot day. As Liam sucked down his drink he saw two of the large men moving furniture looking over. He saw one of them guffaw and then lean in to whisper something to his friend. They both laughed as they took another couple of boxes into the house.

Liam blushed and looked away. He wished he would be let out of the childish seat, the car was stuffy and sitting in this seat for so long had left him feeling fidgety. He knew why he was left here like this, it was easier to keep an eye on babies when they were restrained like this and you didn’t have to worry about them getting under the adult’s feet. Liam knew he was just a baby like Alicia and he kicked his legs in impatience.

“How are my babies getting on?” Charlie had come up to the car and leaned on the open window.

“Hi Daddy!” Alicia happily smiled.

“Getting bored.” Liam muttered.

“It won’t be too much longer.” Charlie chuckled and ruffled Liam’s hair.

“Yeah, but I…” Liam started but Charlie had simply given the two babies fresh bottles and walked away from the car.

Liam sighed. He needed to poop and had needed to for some time. He had been sat in the motionless car for what felt like hours. The sun had certainly moved across the sky and the trucks that had been filled with the family’s stuff was a lot emptier. He squirmed in his seat a little as his tummy rumbled insistently. He didn’t even know what he expected his father to do if he had listened to him, it wasn’t like he would’ve been allowed to use the toilet.

“Jutht uthe your diapie!” Alicia said as she looked at her brother.

“I don’t want to just…” Liam paused, “How do you know I need to go?”

“It’th obviouth.” Alicia giggled, “You alwayth get wriggly!”

Liam blushed and looked away. It had been over a year since he had been put in diapers, he should’ve known his clever sister would pick up on these things. It made him wonder if his parents knew as well. He ducked his head down and felt his face burning. He picked up one of the bottles his father had brought out and put it up to his lips.

As Liam sucked on the latex teat he simultaneously relaxed his bowels. He froze in place and felt a small trickle of sweet juice dripping on to his tongue. The bucket-like seat meant his legs and crotch were pushed out in front of him. As he pushed down on his tummy muscles Liam felt his sphincter opening. He tried not to make it obvious but there’s only so casual you can act as you fill your pants. Liam grunted quietly and heard Alicia giggle.

“Shut up…” Liam muttered in humiliation. Alicia continued to laugh like the obnoxious child she was.

Liam tensed his arms and legs. His toes splayed out and his hands balled up into fists. He brought his arms closer to his body and felt the inside of his diaper fill with stinky, muddy and poop. He let out his breath with another little grunt as his bowels emptied and his disposable became packed and heavy with fecal matter.

The diaper bulged out as Liam pushed into it. With his back and butt pulled back against the car seat by the tight restraints the crap went between his legs and towards the front. Liam wriggled his legs a little as the soft slurry covered the front of his padding causing him to wince.

“Thtinky baby!” Alicia teased, “You’re a thtinky baby!”

Alicia didn’t trouble herself with remaining quiet or discreet. Liam couldn’t do anything to stop the toddler from accurately but humiliatingly declaring the state of his diaper for all to hear. The window had been left open and through his squinting eyes Liam could see some of the moving guys looking over at him. Had they seen the whole thing? Could they possibly know what he had done? He didn’t feel like his potty face was all that discreet.

As soon as Liam had finished pushing out the soft load he felt his bladder release freely. The hot urine poured out over the smelly mess and soaked the diaper that had already been wet. The smell immediately started to spread in the car. Alicia’s laughter turned to disgust as the stink cloud around Liam reached her.

“Eww!” Alica held her nose and tried to slide her seat further away from Liam.

“Stop being such a little…” Liam jaw moved wordlessly as he tried to think of what to say, “Tattletale!”

“Am not!” Alicia shouted. She stuck her tongue out at her older brother.

Liam was feeling pretty dejected at this point. He could do little but sit there drinking his juice and waiting for his parents to release him from the toddler seat. He could feel bubbles of air against his skin and every little movement seemed to make him slide a little deeper into the pile of crap. He looked out at the moving truck and saw there were only a few boxes left to move. He prayed that meant it was nearly time to be released.

“Uh oh, I think someone has made a stinky!” Evie said whilst still several feet from the car. It felt like an interminable amount of time had passed since Liam had disgraced himself.

The movers who were having cups of coffee before they left could clearly hear Liam’s mom shouting and they started laughing again. It was tremendously emasculating to have these burly men openly mocking him and Liam had tears rolling down his cheeks. How he wished he could be one of those builders or anyone out there having a normal life.

“Which one of my babies has left a present for Mommy?” Evie asked playfully as she reached the car.

“Liam did it!” Alicia shouted cruelly. She pointed across at Liam, “He’th thtinky! He’th a thtinky baby!”

Liam grimaced but felt some hope that he would finally be released from this situation as Evie reached in through the window. Instead of pressing the release on the toddler seat restraints she reached down and pressed her fingers against the swollen padding. Liam closed his eyes as he felt the muck inside his disposable get pressed up against him.

“Can you just change me?” Liam asked through gritted teeth, “You already know it’s me.”

“Such a cranky baby.” Evie said condescendingly, “I think this little one needs to go straight up for nap time.”

Liam was tired but he hated the accusation that he was cranky because of it. He was annoyed because he had just filled his diaper and his mother was going out of her way to embarrass him about it!

Finally, the car door opened and Evie reached in to release the restraints on the toddler seats. Liam wobbled unsteadily as he took his mother’s hand and climbed out of the car. He could feel the disposable between his legs sticking to him like glue and cringed. He didn’t even care too much that his diapered state was on display to the movers, they no doubt knew about what he was wearing by now. If they didn’t the short baby blue t-shirt and nothing covering his legs left nothing to the imagination.

Alicia was also collected from the car and she held Evie’s other hand. Liam waddled awkwardly along feeling the poop in his pants moving with each step. He looked up at the mansion they were going into and still struggled to believe that this was where they were going to live.

“How much did this cost?” Liam asked as they walked through the front doorway into a huge marble hall. A giant staircase opposite the doorway led up to a landing that surrounded the room with numerous doorways on all sides.

“Business has been going well.” Evie said with a wry smile, “And it’s only getting better but babies like you don’t need to concern themselves with money matters, you just need to know we’re doing alright for ourselves.”

“But…” Liam tried to find the words.

It wasn’t that Liam didn’t imagine his family could succeed in business but they had gone from a modest home and meagre furniture to something he imagined a billionaire would live in. His parents had always been secretive about what they did but now he had to know, it was just too strange and bizarre to remain a secret.

“What do you and Daddy do?” Liam asked as innocently as he could.

“Maybe it is time we told you.” Evie said more to herself than anything, “Everything has gone better than we could ever have hoped for after all.”

No more was said as the two diapered members of the family were led up the stairs and down the landing. Liam lost count of the number of doors he saw but one in particular caught his attention. With a gasp he suddenly stopped and looked through the open doorway where he saw what looked like a heavy oak desk and a classic old office. It wasn’t the furniture that caught Liam’s attention though.

Liam’s body and mind froze as if they were computers that had suddenly experienced an error and shut down. On the side of the desk facing the door was a logo Liam had seen thousands of times. It was hanging from the top of the desk and nearly reached the floor, it was completely unambiguous.

“Think Little…” Liam breathlessly read the sign, “What? Why?”

Liam looked up from the sign and the more he saw the more he felt his soul leaving his body. A promotional poster on the wall for the Cutiebutts diapers he was kept in, a calendar where the dates were on the bottom half and on the top half was a picture of Ashley Hurst in full baby regalia. There were cardboard boxes in the corner and the pictures on the side suggested they were full of baby clothes.

“Mommy?” Liam asked hesitantly, “W-What’s going on?”

“Well, I guess we couldn’t expect to keep this secret forever…” Evie sighed, “Come on, I’ll change you and explain.”

Liam was finally pulled past the office and towards his new room. His head was spinning. He had asked his father what he did for work once when he was younger and received the curt reply “business.” He just hadn’t given it much thought ever since then. Charlie going out to work had just become normal, there was no need to ask what he did. The full horror started to dawn on Liam but he must’ve been mistaken, surely it was all a coincidence.

There were two doors next to each other. One of them had a sign hanging from it saying “Baby Alicia” in swirling pink letters surrounded by flowers. The other had “Baby Liam” stencilled on to it in blue with building blocks surrounding the words. It was into Alicia’s room they went first of all.

Alicia was the first in and started squealing with delight. Liam was the last through the doorway and he could see why Alicia was now eagerly running around the room and touching everything. This was the ideal nursery for a baby girl. Everything was in pinks and pastels, there were toys everywhere and even a play table and seats for a tea parties. One of the seats even looked like a little throne for the little princess. There was a large crib, a changing table and everything else a baby girl would need but the real showstopper was in the corner.

Alicia gasped when she saw the fairy princess castle that was taller than she was. It must’ve cost thousands of dollars and Liam couldn’t help but be impressed with the workmanship. The walls could open so you could put the little dolls in to play, it looked beautifully furnished and even somewhat accurate for a children’s toy. The exquisite detail extending to the outside as well with a dragon curled up around one of the towers and a large lake. It seemed that every part was movable and Alicia was immediately investigating everything.

“Will you be OK here whilst I show your baby brother his room?” Evie asked the distracted little girl.

“Yeth!” Alicia lisped happily as she picked up two princess dolls and immediately started redressing them. From a little play closet that was almost bursting with outfits.

“Good girl.” Evie smiled and then turned to her son, “Come on.”

Liam turned around and felt his mother give him a couple of hard spanks to his rear. He shivered as the rapidly cooling mess spread just a little further. With his shock he had almost forgotten that he had filled his diaper.

Liam walked out of the nursery and to the door of his own room. He slowly opened it with trepidation. It was his turn to be shocked but unlike his sister he didn’t start squealing. It was a far cry from his bedroom at home that despite having baby stuff in it still largely resembled an adult bedroom.

The room was mostly a light blue with a white border running around the walls near the top and bottom. The crib, changing table and everything else was present just like in Alicia’s room but instead of the feminine toys Liam had been given male ones. Toys were scattered just like in Alicia’s room but instead of the big princess castle the biggest toy was a large model race track. Liam didn’t run over like Alicia but he did see that the race track could be taken apart and rebuilt in different layouts. There was a huge box with different corners, bridges and even a loop-de-loop. Along with the track were lots of different toy cars that he would be able to race.

“Do you like it?” Evie asked as she walked across to the changing table.

“You know I don’t want any of this.” Liam replied sulkily. Though he had to admit he was intrigued by his new toys.

“Uh huh.” Evie chuckled, “Well, how about my big boy waddles his butt over here so we can get you out of that messy diaper.”

Liam cringed. His argument that he wasn’t a baby was immediately undermined by the smell coming from his underwear. He walked over to the changing table and climbed up. He felt an unnecessary helping hand from his mother as he turned around and laid back on the padded table. Evie gathered the supplies for the change and started pulling the tapes off the front of the diaper.

The front of the diaper was lowered and both Liam and Evie cringed as the smell poisoned the air around them. Liam soon felt the cool touch of baby wipes against his skin. Evie seemed not to be keen to be around the stinky diaper any longer than she had to.

“So are you going to tell me?” Liam asked as he stared up at the ceiling.

“Hmm?” Evie replied as if she didn’t have the faintest idea what Liam was angling at.

“This house? Daddy’s office?” Liam grunted as his legs were suddenly rolled back over his head, “Where you go some nights? What Daddy does?”

Liam had noticed his mother leaving some evenings or weekends somewhat randomly. It was something she had always done and just like Charlie’s business Liam just never questioned it. These days she was going out a lot more often though.

“You really want to know?” Evie asked. She was smiling wryly.

Liam nodded his head.

“Fine, though you may want to cuddle this. It might come across as somewhat of a surprise.” Evie reached down to one of the changing table’s shelves and plucked off a brown teddy bear.

Liam took the bear without a second thought and held it against his chest. He didn’t know what his mommy could say that would surprise him that much. He only prayed he was wrong about his assumptions after seeing the office. He was still laying on the table with the used diaper laying open underneath him. Evie was staring at him as if assessing whether it was really time to come clean.

“Your father’s business has been booming and it shows no signs of slowing down.” Evie said as she put her two palms on the changing table either side of Liam’s body, “That’s because your father is the owner and CEO of Think Little.”

It was exactly what Liam had feared the moment he had seen the office. He knew in his heart it was the only explanation but having it confirmed felt like a dagger going into his heart. He covered his face with his teddy bear as he felt his eyes welling up with unwanted tears. Maybe if he hid from what his mother was saying it wouldn’t be true.

“Think Little was always big in the adult baby community.” Evie continued as she idly used one of her hands to wipe some stray hairs off Liam’s exposed belly, “It brought in enough money for us to get by but we wanted more…”

Liam’s hands scrambled across his chest. He didn’t even realise he was doing it but he was looking for a pacifier that was often clipped there. A soother he could suck on to literally pacify him. He both wanted to hear more and not hear enough word. His curiosity was gargantuan but he was certain there wasn’t anything Evie could say that would make him feel better. It didn’t seem to matter because now that Evie had started it seemed clear she was going to spill the whole story.

“You wanted to know what I did?” Evie smirked as Liam hesitantly nodded, “When I met your father and he told me about his business I wanted to help in some way. After a while I stumbled across some women online who catered to the ABDL world. They ran nurseries or did babysitting or-”

“You’re a prostitute!?” Liam exclaimed suddenly as he lowered his teddy bear to see his Mommy with his eyes bulging out of his head.

Liam saw his mother’s face suddenly turn to thunder. The hand that had been idly playing with Liam’s belly was lifted and before Liam could react it slapped him across the face leaving him feeling even more stunned as the stinging in his cheek slowly registered in his brain. They were both so used to the smell of used diapers neither of them really even flinched from the smell coming from the open diaper. The large room was well-ventilated.

“You do NOT talk to your mother like that.” Evie hissed. The fire in her eyes told Liam not to say a word, “I am not a prostitute. I’m a Mistress. For years I’ve been taking appointments as Mistress Violet, a nanny for adult babies who want someone to look after them for a few hours.”

“Oh my God…” Liam winced as if the words were causing him physical pain. He wished he had never asked. He didn’t want to think about what his mom dealt with as a Mistress, though it probably wasn’t much different to her dealing with him.

“And one of my first clients when I first started…” Evie smiled, “A certain Timothy Martyn.”

“T-The President!?” Liam’s mouth dropped open.

As Evie smiled like a Cheshire cat and nodded Liam felt his head spinning. The man who had started this whole thing, the creator of the Stress Free Campaign was an adult baby!

“He was just a congressman back then though.” Evie said wistfully, “I never thought he’s have the balls to take a run at the big seat but then again I only ever saw him at his most vulnerable.”

“Wait, wait, wait…” Liam’s face betrayed the horror inside him, “Did… Did he do all of this just because he has some weird fetish!?”

Evie laughed for a few seconds. Liam watched her and contemplated the idea that one man had so fundamentally changed society all to get his rocks off. Liam’s life had been turned upside down because of one man’s fetish. He felt ill.

“Don’t worry. He didn’t do this of his own volition.” Evie finally said, “He was given a choice.”

“A choice?” Liam gasped. It felt like he was permanently out of breath.

“Yes. A choice.” Evie said, “Either he started the Stress Free Campaign or maybe some photos he would rather keep quiet find their way into the public domain. I don’t think he was keen on people seeing Baby Timmy playing with Mistress Violet.”

Liam gasped. As he looked up his mother he suddenly felt a rush of liquid and before he knew it he was helplessly wetting himself. He heard his mother exclaim as she lifted the front of the used diaper to contain the new spurt. As she watched urine stream out of her adult son’s penis she giggled.

“You blackmailed the President!?” Liam didn’t even react to his accident even as it was ongoing.

“We did.” Evie said simply as she watched the flow slow to a few drips. She finally let the open diaper drop between Liam’s legs again, “And thanks to us Timmy has made a real difference to the world. He’s been a force for positive change.“

“You’re crazy!” Liam gasped. He realised he was clutching the teddy bear so close to his chest the stuffing was threatening to burst through the seams.

“Oh, don’t me so dramatic.” Evie waved her hand dismissively, “This is why we didn’t tell you. Your Daddy and I knew you would make this a whole thing. We couldn’t risk you doing something stupid like telling people what was happening.”

“Y-You did all this to me…” Liam looked around the room. He saw the changing table he was laying on and the crib. He looked down at the diaper he now needed since his potty training had withered away, “You did this to me knowing the whole thing was bullshit!”

“Watch your language, young man!” Evie suddenly switched to her authoritative voice, “There is nothing BS about the Stress Free Campaign. I think it’s made the country a much better place and I didn’t want you or Alicia to miss out.”

“I can’t believe this!” Liam shut his eyes tightly and felt a couple of tears run down his cheeks. He didn’t know what was worse, to be a pawn in his parents’ schemes to make money or for them to be crazy enough to think this campaign helped anyone.

“There’s no need to cry, baby.” Evie said softly, “You don’t need to worry about anything. You’ll always be Mommy and Daddy’s little baby. Thanks to our hard work you and Alicia will be the most pampered babies in the world! You’ll be the envy of babies everywhere!”

If this was supposed to make Liam feel better it was a spectacular failure. The crying he had tried to suppress became a torrent of tears and wailing that he couldn’t control. He laid helplessly on the table as Evie finally completed his diaper change. The fresh padding did nothing to make Liam feel better.

“Clearly all this excitement has been too much for you.” Evie said as she took Liam’s hands and pulled him down from the table, “Let’s put you down for a nap.”

Liam tried to resist. He tried to pull his arms free of his mother but her grip was too strong. In the end he was dragged uselessly across the room and into the crib. When the side went up he could only look through the bars of his prison as Evie walked towards the bedroom door.

“Have a nice nap, baby.” Evie said as she took hold of the door handle, “You’ll feel better afterwards.”

The bedroom door closed and Liam collapsed into sobs. He flopped down on to the pillow and desperately searched for comfort. He grabbed a little blue stuffed elephant and cuddled it close to his chest as he tried to find any relief from his nightmare. In the end he fell asleep through exhaustion but his dreams were plagued with the same horrors as his real life. The Stress Free Campaign had truly consumed him.

 

[Lost Little Neppy]

Didn't see that coming, but as soon as I read that Charlie was the CEO of Think Little, the pieces came together. Although I didn't expect Evie to play the role of Mommy Violet. That's pretty surprising, I must say.

[Elfy]

As Ashley's star soars she gets an unusual invite that no one could turn down. What she finds surprises her and Nick as Ashley learns that The Stress Free Campaign may not be what she thought it was.

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Ashley

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“Are you sure I’m dressed right?” Ashley was sat in a toddler seat in the back of Nick’s car. He was showing some credentials to a scary looking man in a suit.

“It’s what the invite said.” Nick replied as he took his pass back from a sceptical looking guard.

“I can’t believe we’re really here.” Ashley muttered as she looked out of the window.

The car rolled down the long driveway slowly. The White House loomed large out of the windows. Ashley felt a little twinge of nerves, her diaper was clean and dry. She may have been told to meet the President in her baby clothes but she was definitely not going to meet him in a used diaper. She bit her nails as she saw the iconic building growing larger and larger.

“Hey!” Nick was looking at Ashley in the rear view mirror, “No biting your nails. Put your pacifier in.”

“But-” Ashley couldn’t keep the childish whine out of her voice.

“Do it.” Nick raised his eyebrows and let Ashley know he wasn’t kidding.

Ashley didn’t think her Daddy would dare to punish her at the White House or in front of the President but she didn’t want to test that theory. Her fingers danced across her chest looking for the plastic soother and then she plopped it between her lips as her cheeks went red. As she looked out of the window again she saw another guard post wave them through and they entered a car park underneath the White House itself.

There had been a lot of talk about the President in recent weeks and they only seemed to be intensifying. There were rumours he was about to resign, others suggested he was about to be kicked out. It was only that very morning that news broke the cabinet were meeting without him and were openly discussing options of getting rid of Timothy Martyn. It was why the sudden invitation had been a shock. They had only received it three days ago but when you are invited to meet the President you can’t really say no.

Ashley had been living as a “little” for quite some time now but she still felt self-conscious to be dressed as she was. Her Daddy directed the car to a pre-selected parking space and parked up. She had to wait for Nick to step out and undo the restraints on his baby seat before she was able to step out of the car as well.

“Ah, Ashley, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” A male voice came from a door opposite the parking space.

Ashley turned around and had to stifle a gasp as she saw none other than the Vice-President coming out to meet her. John Parlour was instantly recognisable, as public opinion turned decidedly against the President John had been doing the press conferences more and more. He was smiling and holding out his hand.

“Likewithe.” Ashley lisped. She belatedly realised she was sucking on her pacifier still and blushed.

“You look wonderful.” John said with a small bow, “If you and your Daddy would like to follow me…”

Ashley had indeed dressed up for this. She had bought the most expensive adult baby dress she could find, to be more precise Nick had bought it since he had control of their money. The dress had a high hemline that showed off the bottom of her diaper quite easily. It was pink with white sleeves and a red heart over the chest. There were little pink bows on the front at the neckline as well as on the shoulders. Underneath she was wearing a petticoat which only emphasised how frilly and large her dress was.

Ashley remained in the car lot as the Vice-President walked away until Nick walked up behind her and took her hand. She looked at him with her pacifier bobbing against her lips and he smiled encouragingly at her in return. She finally started waddling forwards and following John up a small set of stairs.

The staircase could’ve been in any building in the world. It was all concrete and metal and looked very brutalist. At the top of the stairs there was a wooden door that looked very out of place. John pushed it open and Ashley stepped through, it was like walking through a portal into another world. Suddenly it wasn’t any building in the world, now it could only be one of the most important places on the globe.

“Welcome to the White House.” John Parlour said, “Please follow me and I will take you to the President.”

Ashley felt very out of place in her overgrown baby outfit. Everyone around her was either wearing fancy suits or other business wear. The carpets were a deep red and very bouncy, the walls were a dark cream and had portraits of former Presidents as well as landmark moments in American history interspersed with elaborate ornamental lighting. Ashley subconsciously pulled down at the bottom of her dress and rather wished she had worn something more grown-up.

The strange trio walked down some hallways and people turned their heads to watch them pass. More than a few asked for Ashley to take a picture with them which she obliged. She had to keep reminding herself that she was a big celebrity that most people recognised, despite being famous for over a year she still wasn’t used to it.

“President Timothy Martyn is just through these doors.” John Parlour said as they reached the end of the hallway and stopped in front of two large oak doors, “There’s a couple of things to keep in mind…”

Ashley nodded as she tried to get her mind that had been spinning through a thousand thoughts since they arrived to focus on the man in front of her. She was trembling slightly, the President was a bit of a hero for her, he was the one that had brought her this wonderful lifestyle.

“You may have heard rumours about the President and his job recently. These are not to be brought up, as you can imagine it’s been a stressful time for him.” John said. Ashley thought he looked like a stern teacher when he looked down his nose at her.

“It’s a good thing he has the Stress Free Campaign then.” Nick said from behind Ashley. He chuckled but no one else laughed. Ashley gave him a rather pitying smile.

“The only other thing I have to say is that he has brought you here as a guest.” John continued, “There will be some media but this is primarily a social visit. Understood?”

“Yeth thir.” Ashley said. She was trembling slightly and holding her Daddy’s hand just that bit tighter.

“Have fun.” John said as he knocked on the door. He was grinning slightly.

Ashley didn’t hear anyone saying to go in but the Vice-President pushed open the doors anyway. He stepped aside and Ashley walked in along with Nick. She couldn’t help but gasp as she walked into the Oval Office, a room she had seen on the news and in films so many times it almost had a feeling of familiarity to it.

Ashley looked around and almost missed the most remarkable aspect of the room. Sitting on the floor in front of the big oak desk the President was looking up at Ashley with a red face of his own. Timothy was sitting on the floor with legs wide apart. He was wearing a navy blue onesie that had the Presidential seal over his heart. He very clearly had a thick diaper on as he played with blocks on the floor. He seemed more nervous than Ashley.

There was an awkward silence. The President just sat there looking at Ashley with obvious embarrassment. Ashley didn’t know what she was supposed to do or say when meeting the President even if this hadn’t been such an unusual situation. She gripped her Daddy’s hand just a little bit tighter.

As the silence stretched on Ashley felt that maybe she and Nick should leave. It certainly didn’t feel overly welcoming inside that office. The doors suddenly opened again and suddenly an army of people walked in carrying cameras and boom mics. This must’ve been the media that the Vice-President had said was coming. They all started setting up around the room forming a ring.

Ashley saw the President looking around at them sadly. It looked like he might even have had tears in his eyes. One camera crew moved what looked like an antique globe whilst another started pushing stuff off the desk. Timothy Martyn, the most powerful person in the world, was simply sitting on the floor in his diaper as his office was rearranged around him. Ashley suddenly saw a vulnerability in the President that hadn’t been there in all his appearances on the campaign trail.

As the cameras flashed and the red light of the television cameras came on they all pointed at Timothy. The flashes seemed to startle him. Ashley knew what she had to do.

“Hewwo.” Ashley lisped in her best little girl voice as she crinkled forwards and sat on the floor opposite the President, “My name’th Athley.”

“T-Timmy…” President Martyn responded in a tiny voice that sounded like it could’ve been blown away on the wind.

“May I play?” Ashley asked as she pointed at the toys laid out before the President.

“Sure.” Timothy replied as Ashley sat down.

Ashley smiled at the timid President but could still see there was plenty troubling him. Some of the media people around the room made no attempt to hide their snickering. Ashley ignored them and started building a tower with the wooden blocks. Timothy seemed unable to stop looking at the cameras around them.

Ashley was well-versed with photoshoots at this stage and her instincts took over. As Timothy continued being withdrawn and nervous Ashley started posing with the President and toys, she was happy to give the media what they wanted. It was supposed to be a social meeting but it quickly started to feel like a photoshoot instead.

After a few minutes Ashley heard Timothy sigh. He looked up at Ashley and then down at the toys.

“Fuck it.” The President muttered loud enough for only Ashley to hear, “I might as well enjoy it.”

Ashley wasn’t sure what Timothy meant since she assumed he always enjoyed it. The President had always been a proponent of this campaign even before Ashley got started with it. She wasn’t going to say anything though and as the President started smiling and playing she joined in. She was a little taken aback by hearing the President swear like he just had.

As the two adult babies played the media seemed to get all the pictures and footage they wanted and one by one they left the room until the President was left alone with Ashley and Nick. Ashley was very wet by this stage but she was enjoying herself on the rug. As the last person with a camera took one last photo before leaving she saw the President visibly slump down like he was finally able to relax.

“Sir, if yo-” Ashley started.

“Just call me Timmy.” The President replied with a tired and slightly melancholy smile.

“Timmy, do you mind if I ask what’s going on?” Ashley asked nervously as she coloured in the picture of a unicorn, “There’s something wrong isn’t there?”

“I don‘t think you should be asking Timmy things like that…” Nick hurriedly stepped forwards concerned his baby would cause offence.

“No, no… It’s quite alright.” Timmy said as he looked up at Nick. He sighed again, “In a few days I will no longer be President.”

Ashley gasped and looked over to Nick who seemed equally shocked. Sure there had been a lot of rumours but hearing it confirmed was a shock. She didn’t quite know what to say but from the way Timmy was still smiling it seemed he was feeling some relief.

“But… why?” Ashley asked, “I know you’re under pressure but the campaign is still growing and you have all those reforms you wanted to make.”

“There was a lot I wanted to do.” Timmy nodded, “This campaign was certainly not one of them.”

“What!?” Ashley’s eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, “But… but…”

“It’s a long story.” Timmy said with a shrug.

Ashley wasn’t sure how to react so she stayed quiet. There was clearly a lot the President wasn’t telling her but she had already got more information than she probably had any right to. She looked down at the toys she had been playing with and suddenly felt quite listless towards them.

“I can’t say much.” Timmy said, “But this damn campaign is built on lies. My whole career I just wanted to help the people that needed it most and yet I was forced into all of this. I’m a sacrificial lamb.”

“I don’t understand.” Ashley frowned, “If you do-”

With a bang the door to the Oval Office flew open and Vice-President John Parlour came marching in. He was smiling warmly and looked immaculate in his suit as he surveyed the scene before him. A couple of security guards were standing behind him at the entrance to the door.

“I’m afraid that’s all we have time for.” John said, “I will escort you back to your car.”

“But-” Ashley started.

“Come on.” Nick had walked up to her and taken her hand. He leaned down next to her ear and whispered, “This is serious. We need to go.”

Ashley looked at Timmy who was nodding his head slightly. With a crescendo of crinkles he stood up and Ashley finally followed suit. Her diaper sagged making it more obvious underneath her dress. The President held out a hand but Ashley, reacting almost on instinct, skipped forwards and wrapped the President in a hug. She felt his arms squeeze her slightly before slowly and reluctantly letting go.

“I hope we can play again some time.” Timmy said wish a wistful smile. It looked like he knew it would never happen no matter how much he might want it.

“Me too.” Ashley replied.

Ashley kept looking over her should at the President as Nick took her hand again and they started leaving the room. Timmy stayed motionless in the middle of his office with his head and shoulders slumped forwards in a pose of resignation. Ashley only stopped looking back when the great oak doors closed after they were back out in the corridor.

“I’ve seen some of the pictures already.” The Vice-President said as he led the rest back down the corridor, “Some great shots. You’ll be compensated for your time of course.”

Ashley couldn’t get the meeting with Timmy out of her mind. She was barely paying attention to where they were going as she replayed the whole thing in her head. She had expected a sit down chat with the President, maybe some coffee and a little discussion, she hadn’t expected to be meeting an adult baby and playing with him for the whole of their meeting. He wasn’t a thing like Ashley had expected, the energetic and happy man from the campaign trail had vanished and been replaced by someone going through the motions, someone caught in on a conveyor belt they had no control of.

“Is it true that he is resigning?” Ashley blurted out as they went down the staircase to the car.

“Ashley!” Nick looked at her with wide eyes.

“Did he say that?” John asked. He stopped dead in his tracks and looked at the young influencer. His tone was unbothered but when he looked at Ashley there was a sharpness she hadn’t seen before, “That was very naughty of him. I’ll have to arrange a spanking.”

Ashley didn’t know if the Vice-President was joking or not. He let out a quick snort and turned around again to continue to the car. Nick shook Ashley’s hand and glared at her in a way that let her know he thought she had lost her mind. Clearly Nick had also sensed there was more going on here than met the eye, the only difference was he wanted to get out of there without ruffling feathers. Ashley just couldn’t help thinking of the sad man now alone in his office.

“He said the campaign wasn’t his idea.” Ashley continued in a small voice.

This time when the Vice-President stopped and turned there was no ambiguity. His eyes flashed with danger and there was no hint of a smile. Ashley couldn’t tell if it was just because the President was letting slip details that they didn’t want leaked or if there was something more sinister going on. John glared at Ashley for several uncomfortable seconds before turning to Nick.

“Such imaginations these babies have.” John said tersely, “I would suggest telling your little girl that she shouldn’t make up lies. That if she tries to go to make any posts about these tall-tales she will be breaking confidentiality agreements she made by coming here.”

John stared at Nick for a few more seconds to make sure he got the message. Ashley could feel sweat beading on her skin, she may have been famous in the Stress Free world but she was quickly learning that didn’t translate into where the real power laid. She shifted uncomfortably and looked down at her dress.

The Vice-President led the couple in uncomfortable silence until they reached the door of the car park. He held it open and when he turned to look at Ashley and Nick the tense hostility had evaporated, he was back to smiles and warm gestures.

“Thank you for visiting.” John said as he shook Nick’s hand, “I’ll leave you here. If you need anything just call the number on the contract we sent you.”

“Tha-” Nick started but the Vice-President had already turned away and closed the door in his face.

Ashley and Nick were left in the dimly lit car park staring at the closed door in silence. It was Nick that moved first and he pulled Ashley back to their car. Ashley noticed his hands were shaking as he buckled her into the car seat. When he got into his own seat behind the steering wheel he slumped forwards on to it.

[Lost Little Neppy]

I'm really curious about how VP John is going to arrange a spanking, or if he was just joking. Well, half-joking I guess, I assume the prez will be punished in some fashion, not just with a spanking.

And by punish, I mean basically told not to do that because yeah.

[dmavn]

I have a strong feeling that the vice president is in on it..

[Elfy]

Liam is taken for a day out no matter how much he would rather stay at home. Cursed with the knowledge of what his family are doing but being completely unable to do anything about it he can only play the role he's been forced into, a role that is getting distressingly natural for him.

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The Jones Family

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Liam was a prisoner. There didn’t seem like a better word for what his life had become. Every aspect of his life was now fully controlled by his parents. He had been told the secrets of the family but he was utterly unable to do anything about it. Evie and Charlie were perfectly prepared for any situation and as the family became increasingly wealthy there were just more layers of control.

Liam was rarely left outside of some kind of cage. He slept in a crib surrounded by bars, he spent his days either in the living room or in the garden fenced in by a playpen and he ate in a highchair with straps keeping him in place. Even going outside left him trapped in his stroller. Since finding out about the family business Liam’s parents had made he could never tell anyone. Any time Liam was allowed out of the house, even when in the expansive backyard his tongue was numbed.

The cream was awful. It tasted disgusting and Liam hated the feeling of losing control of his mouth in any way. It left him drooling and unable to talk properly, all he could do was babble like a child. It endlessly amused Alicia whilst frustrating Liam awfully. Even the couple of times he could communicate with people they didn’t listen to him. Nobody listened to babies even if those babies were nineteen-years-old.

“Come on. Open up.” Evie said cheerfully.

Liam was sat in his stroller in the hallway. He had recently been changed into a fresh diaper and was wearing a pair of shortalls over the top. Alicia was next to him in the stroller babbling excitedly and Charlie was putting on a pair of shoes. It was the weekend and that meant the family were going out. Despite how busy Liam’s father was they always set a day aside for a family trip.

“Where are we going, mommy?” Alicia asked.

“You’ll see soon, sweetie.” Evie replied with a smile, “It’s a surprise. One we’ll get to see when your baby brother stops sulking.”

Liam pouted. He wasn’t sulking, he just didn’t want to open his mouth to be numbed. He didn’t think that was out of order!

“What’s the matter?” Charlie had walked over having finally put his shoes on.

“Your son is sulking.” Evie said with a shake of the head, “I just changed his diaper so I don’t think it’s that.”

“It’s because I don’t wa-” Liam couldn’t contain his frustration and started angrily exclaiming. No sooner had he opened his mouth Evie advanced on him with the gel.

Liam whined as he felt the gel on his tongue and he knew the game was up. He kept his mouth open as Evie spread it over his tongue, it started working very quickly. At first there was a strange tingling sensation and then the feeling just disappeared. A thin line of drool started running out of the corner of his mouth almost immediately.

“There we go.” Evie chuckled, “That wasn’t so bad, was it?”

Liam tried to tell his mother that it was the worst but he could only splutter wordlessly much to his embarrassment. Alicia laughed and clapped her hands seemingly thinking this was all just a game. Liam accepted the pacifier into his mouth and let it rest on his deadened tongue. At least the soother gave him an excuse to not even try to speak, though it did nothing for his embarrassing drooling.

With Liam effectively muzzled and therefore the family’s secrets safe the family went down the long driveway and out into their gated community. It was a nice day and there were quite a few people walking around. Liam was quite used to being seen like this even if he didn’t like it, the lingering stares and whispers were still embarrassing.

The family left the gated community of rich people and carried on down the road. Liam didn’t know much about this area at all. Since moving there Liam had rarely left the house and surrounding area. It only furthered his feelings that he was trapped in a prison.

The family walked the streets for half an hour and both Liam and Alicia were getting restless in their stroller seats. The heat was making Liam even more irritable than he usually was. It was just as he was considering kicking up a fuss to try and get some information that he saw the signs. There was a zoo nearby and next to the main buildings full of their exotic animals there was a smaller petting zoo. The stroller was turned towards the turnstiles and Liam sat in his seat as his mother bought tickets. To his embarrassment he was allowed in with a junior ticket since he was a full-time adherent of the lifestyle.

The petting zoo was relatively quiet that morning. The stroller was pushed down a dirt path towards a fenced in area and after handing over the tickets the family went inside. Alicia looked nervous and when a goat curiously walked up to them and got too close to Alicia the little girl started loudly crying. Liam couldn’t help but feel a little satisfaction with how bossy Alicia usually was towards him.

“Right, out you get.” Charlie leaned down and undid the straps holding the siblings down.

Liam stumbled forwards as he was pulled to his feet. He felt his father reach down to check him and in an automatic reaction spread his feet and pushed his crotch out. He was deemed to not need a diaper change as Charlie retracted his hand. Alicia meanwhile was being comforted by Evie who was now sitting and allowing another goat to grow near to show they weren’t dangerous.

“Have fun.” Charlie said to Liam. He handed his son a small bag of animal food before turning and walking over to a nearby picnic bench.

Liam looked around. He was already attracting attention and not just from the animals who seemed to want to see if he had any treats for them. Some other families weren’t shy in staring his way. Liam was used to such looks.

Unsure of what to do Liam walked away from his family and started checking out the animals. He had always loved animals, despite the humiliating situation he couldn’t help but smile when animals came over for pets and attention. Animals were so simple compared to humans, they weren’t using him in sick games to promote their businesses or anything. There was no malice or ill-intent in those animals’ heads, they just wanted food.

“Heugh wo.” Liam tried to speak completely forgetting about his numb tongue.

Liam opened the small bag he had been given and pulled out some of the food for a pig that had sidled up next to him and grunted. Liam crouched and held his hand out and giggled as he felt the heavy animal’s tongue licking his palm.

Liam walked away from his family handing out seeds to the various animals as he went. Chickens, goats, sheep, pigs, they all followed him around for more food. He smiled, he felt like the pied piper leading a long line of followers. He got so into watching the animals behind him he missed a small child in front of him. He nearly knocked the child over but he was able to keep the little boy upright.

“Thowy.” Liam said. He did his best to make himself understood but the boy just frowned at him.

As the boy ran back to his mother Liam was forced to realise he was basically a smaller baby than the random kid. He could see the boy talking to his mother whilst Liam was forced to mumble like a pre-verbal infant. Liam turned his head away from this other family and went back to the animals. As he crouched down in front of a little rabbit and held his hand out he felt his diaper warming.

Liam froze in place until his wetting had stopped and when he straightened back up he could feel his padding sagging quite significantly. He would need a change soon, there was no doubt about that, but he really didn’t want it to happen in front of these other families. He bit his lip nervously.

“Ey wat ot.” Liam tried to speak as a goat bumped into his side. It was very impatient for some more food.

Liam held out his hand and the goat greedily licked up everything but he didn’t wander away like the other animals. The goat stared at the bag of food Liam was holding. Liam held the food behind his back and shook his head. He couldn’t help but see how ridiculous he looked negotiating with a goat. It was even worse because he appeared to be losing the argument. The goat took a step forwards and Liam took a step back at the same time.

With a scared look in his eyes Liam looked over the goat to where his mom was dealing with Alicia. Liam’s dad was looking at his phone and hurrying out of the gate towards a secluded area nearby. Liam was basically on his own.

“Walex.” Liam tried to tell the goat to calm down as if it understood him. It was as effective as could be imagined.

The goat, incensed that he was being kept from the food, lowered his head and suddenly moved forwards. Liam couldn’t react fast enough and he soon got head-butted in the belly. Liam staggered backwards with his eyes wide open. He dropped the bag of food and fell on to his back. He was winded but that was the least of his problems.

“Oof.” Liam exclaimed.

As soon as the goat’s head hit Liam’s stomach his bowels started pushing and opening on their own. Whether it was the actual impact or the sudden fear brought about by the charging goat the end result was the same. Liam was laying in the mud looking up at the sky as semi-soft poop oozed into his diaper. He felt his eyes welling up with tears as he felt the mess all over his diaper, it was like it had exploded out of him.

Liam sat up and felt the crap spreading even further. His genitals were soon submerged in his sudden accident. In front of him the goat was unconcerned as it greedily munched on all the food that Liam had dropped. Liam couldn’t hold the tears back and he started sobbing as he sat in his recently filled pants.

Liam climbed to his feet as he cried and started a quick wide-legged waddle towards his mother. He didn’t care how he looked, he needed comfort just like Alicia had done when they had first arrived.

“Mama! Mama!” Liam wailed. The words were sloppy from the numbing gel but the crying would’ve rendered him practically incomprehensible anyway.

As Liam approached he saw his mom look up from Alicia with a frown. He ran straight up to her and tried to explain what had happened. With tears flowing from his eyes and snot dripping from his nose he pointed at the goat and then himself.

“Yes, dear, you fed the goat.” Evie said, “Why are you crying? What’s wrong?”

Liam wanted to tell his mom that he had been winded but as he tried to mime this fact he saw Evie sniffing the air. He felt his shoulders slump as he realised that even in the middle of all these animals he could be distinguished with his messy diaper.

“Ah, you’re crying because you need a change?” Evie nodded as if suddenly understanding, “Oh dear, it’s OK baby. A little poo-poo never hurt anyone. I’m a bit busy with your big sister though, go find your father.”

Liam turned towards the gate as he sniffled pathetically. As he reached the wooden entrance a new family arrived and came inside. The smiles and excitement on their faces disappeared as they looked at Liam’s pitiful form. As soon as they had cleared the gate Liam shuffled out with his stinky diaper sliding in every direction.

Liam sniffed as he approached the bushes he had seen his father disappear into. He pushed some branches out of the way until he saw a small clearing. He could see his father leaning against a tree with his phone to ear. He was about to call out when Charlie started talking.

“Yeah… Yeah… No, I understand.” Charlie Said as he tapped his foot, “He’ll be gone tomorrow?”

Liam’s curiosity was getting the better of him and he shrunk back into the shadows a little. He hoped the smell wafting from his diaper wasn’t going to alert his father to where he was. Liam watched his father scratch the back of his head and nod along to whatever was being said. He assumed this was some sort of business deal.

“It’s all gone off without a hitch on this end.” Charlie said, “Better than expected in all honesty. Yeah, more money than we can spend. Your share will be coming same time as last month.”

As he spoke Charlie turned and looked Liam’s way. Liam held his breath and crouched down even further. For one long second Liam thought he had been seen as his dad seemed to look precisely at the spot he was standing. Without a word or any hint of recognition Charlie turned around again and kicked a pinecone. Liam let out a sigh of relief.

“I look forwards to seeing you soon, Mr. Vice-President.” Charlie said before a quick chuckle, “Or perhaps I should say Mr. President, eh?”

Liam’s eyes flew wide. He already knew his parents were involved in some very shady blackmailing of the President but now he was hearing that the Vice-President was involved. He felt like he was one of the first people to hear the Watergate tapes, he had knowledge of a shocking scandal that no one else knew about. The only difference was that people could leak the Watergate news, Liam was powerless in every sense of the word.

Charlie hung up the phone and pocketed it again. He stretched his arms above his head before starting back to the path running to the petting zoo. Thinking quickly, Liam hurried back out of the bushes the same way he had walked in. He was just fast enough to get out on the path and make it look like he had come straight from the petting area. He was partially out of breath but as his father approached and smiled it seemed he had got away with eavesdropping.

“There’s my baby boy.” Charlie said as he walked up to Liam and tussled his hair.

Liam didn’t say anything. He didn’t need to. Charlie bent down and sniffed the air before pulling back the waistband on his diaper to look inside. Liam blushed and sighed with annoyance, it was clear what he had done, he just wanted a diaper change.

“Come on.” Charlie said, “Let’s get that poopy butt changed.”

Liam was ready to walk back to the stroller but instead he was lifted in the air. He was just about to say something when he was sat on Charlie’s hip. Liam shuddered as he felt the diaper get pulled tight and the contents smeared around him. He grimaced as he was carried back towards the petting zoo and a change of diaper.

[Lost Little Neppy]

That confirms my suspicions that John was in on this. It has to be a pretty big pay off to bribe him into doing this, though. Or Charlie has blackmail on him, too.

[Mugi]

That twist really got me, I had no clue that it was Liams parents who where behind the stress free campaign and black mailing. Really good story so far! ?