The Stress Free Campaign

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President Timothy Martyn is about to become Former President Timothy Martyn. With his usefulness at an end so is his presidency. Along with the regret that he couldn't enact the changes he wanted on coming to office he feels relief that the nightmare is about to be over.

His last act is a resignation speech and welcoming his successor into the role. Id he thought that was the end of his nightmare he may be sorely mistaken...

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President Martyn

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“We want you to say this.” The White House staffer said as she slipped a script in front of Timothy.

“Really?” Timothy said as he picked up the paper and waved it gently, “First I’m forced out of my job and now I don’t even get to write my own speech?”

“I do-” The staffer looked confused.

“Forget it.” Timothy waved the confused aide away and sat put the script back down with a tortured sigh.

Timothy was sat behind his desk in the Oval Office. Straight in front of him was a single camera with a cameraman ready to press the button to start the broadcast. Timothy was in a sour mood and he had every reason for it. The months of speculation were over. Timothy was being forced to resign by the blackmailer and whoever else was working against him, at this point he assumed that meant everyone.

Timothy’s sullen face was in direct contrast to the smiling sun on his dark blue onesie. The diaper underneath it was wet but there wasn’t time to change, especially as Timothy’s things were being removed as quickly as possible. It seemed like after one year of rule the White House staff, much like the general public couldn’t wait to be rid of him.

The current Vice-President, John Parlour, would be taking over. Timothy had only been told about the change recently and when he spoke to John it seemed like it was just as big of a surprise to him. It was a poisoned chalice, Timothy thought, the Stress Free Campaign would poison everyone and everything it touched. He couldn’t imagine John having more success even if he wasn’t being blackmailed.

In truth there was a large part of Timothy that was feeling relieved. As the time of official resignation drew near he found himself feeling increasingly excited. After a year of non-stop stress the thought that he could be back out of the spotlight and be own man again excited him a lot.

“When you reach the end of your statement you should invite the Vice-President over to give a speech.” The media officer said as she repositioned a few things on the desk to better frame the shot.

“What’s he going to say?” Timothy asked. He found it a little unusual that John hadn’t consulted with him on such a big event. They would usually run everything with each other for advice or tips.

“I don’t know, sir.” The media officer replied as she checked a clipboard and ticked a few things, “My job is to focus on you and make sure this transition is smooth.”

Timothy nodded his head and leaned back in his chair as preparations continued around him. The task in front of him wasn’t going to be pleasant but it had been coming for some time. He knew his reign was going to end in ignominy, he knew he would go down as one of the most controversial Presidents in history but at that moment he was just looking forward to getting out of the White House and laying low. Anything that would happen after that wouldn’t be his problem anymore.

“Two minutes till we are live on the air.” The media officer called out to the room at large, “Every channel. Sir, you are about to be the sole focus for the largest television audience in history.”

Before Timothy could reply with the sarcasm that was burning a hole in him the door to the office opened. The Vice-President strode into the room purposefully. He was flanked by aides and signing forms as he walked, it was as if he had already assumed office. Timothy stood up and reached out his hand but the usually friendly John flatly ignored him.

The red light of the camera came on and Timothy felt the nerves he always felt before going on the air live. He kept repeating that once he did this it would be all over. His dreams of having a legacy based on uniting the country and making it the best it could be had fallen around him in tatters, he would be happy if he was forgotten by history now.

“Live in one minute.” The media officer said, “All non-essential people leave the room.”

There was a last minute flurry of activity and Timothy leaned forwards in his seat. He looked into the lens of the camera and felt it’s unblinking stare look straight into his soul. He took a drink of water and licked his dry lips.

“And in three… two…” The media officer counted the last number silently and then pointed at the soon to be ex-President.

Timothy stared into the lens for a couple of seconds. On his desk, thankfully hidden by some of the few trinkets that remained his hands were shaking. He prepared to deliver the final act in the tragedy that had been in his presidency.

“Hello America.” Timothy smiled but it was forced, “Ever since you elected me last year I have been working hard to improve this already fine country. I have introduced grant schemes, raised funding levels and, of course, introduced the Stress Free Campaign.”

Timothy left out the part where the whole campaign, the only thing he would be remembered for, was forced upon him via blackmail. He hadn’t wanted to mention it at all but he was told that he should try to spin the positives out of it. The next President was going to inherit the campaign and was going to take it forwards. John had been one of the President’s few supporters in cabinet and he wanted to continue promoting stress free living.

“The Stress Free Campaign is my baby.” Timothy lied, “It was created for the purpose of improving mental health and quality of life. I am very… proud of it.”

Timothy paused. Those last words had caused bile from Timothy’s stomach to jump up into his throat. The urge to tell the truth was strong but he knew it wouldn’t change anything, the campaign was bigger than the President or any one person.

“Alas, there comes a time where a person has to admit that they have done all they can and need to step aside.” Timothy sighed, “It is time for me to step down and allow the very able Vice-President, John Parlour, to take over.”

Timothy could imagine the scenes around the country as people watched or listened to him. He would’ve liked to imagine that this news was being greeted with tears and sadness but he knew it was much more likely people were celebrating. His approval had cratered harder and faster than the meteor that wiped out the dinosaurs and after this Timothy assumed he was going the same way, at least from a career perspective.

Timothy was about to continue when John walked into frame. There was still more that the now former-President wanted to say but as John clapped him on the back and reached out his hand it was clear he was taking over in a very literal sense. Timothy mustered as much of a smile as he could as his hand was very quickly grasped and then let go. With an awkwardness that definitely would’ve transferred through the lens of the camera Timothy stepped backwards out of the frame and John sat down in the still-warm seat.

As Timothy looked on John started talking. Timothy was already feeling like he wasn’t wanted anymore but now it seemed to be obvious that everyone was trying to move and forget he had ever been there. Despite everything he had been asked to say he was shocked to hear what John said to the camera.

“America, I want you to know that your voices are heard.” John stated to the camera with a look of stony-faced determination, “It is time for this country to heal and for that to happen we will be cutting funding for the Stress Free Campaign. It doesn’t require it’s bloated budget and it will be supported in a way that makes it an attractive option without harming our other services.”

Timothy frowned. He had been told he needed to defend everything to do with the Stress Free Campaign and now John was coming in and immediately toning it down. With a start he realised exactly what was happening and that he had been set up to take the fall one final time. They were trying to place all of the divisiveness and excesses of the Campaign squarely on Timothy’s shoulders so they could discard him and get a fresh start. He was being sacrificed.

With a sinking heart Timothy now saw that he was essentially a lightning rod for all the criticisms and now that the Stress Free Campaign was firmly entrenched in society he was no longer needed and it didn’t have to be pushed any more. The blackmailer had been correct. Timothy was simply at the end of his usefulness.

“In the coming days and weeks you will hear about our reforms.” John said as a smile appeared on his lips, “It’s time to ditch the failures of the past and fix what is broken. We will bring America back together and move forward as one. Thank you.”

The camera stopped recording and the people around the room gave the new President a round of applause. Timothy was still looking confused as John walked over to him. Timothy saw the confident man regarding him with some disdain. This was the man who had always been Timothy’s biggest ally in politics but now he was looking at him as if they didn’t know each other, or worse, that he was something unpleasant dragged in by the White House dog. Timothy could see a lot of people looking his way and in an almost automatic gesture he held out his hand.

“Good luck John.” Timothy said with a small smile, “I know yo-”

“Get the fuck out of my office.” John interrupted.

“W-What?” Timothy stared in shock. He couldn’t remember hearing John say a bad word about anyone, he certainly didn’t remember him ever swearing.

John looked around and then walked right up to Timothy. It looked like he was going to give him a hug but instead of wrapping his arms around the former President he simply leaned in right next to his ear. For some reason it was then that Timothy noticed the new President wasn’t wearing a diaper, in fact he wasn’t sure anyone in the room but him was padded.

“It’s time to go…” John paused for a second and chuckled under his breath, “Timmy.”

Timothy felt time stop. It was like the colour drained from the world around him as John pulled away and smirked at him. There was only one possible way that John could know about “Timmy” but the implication shook Timothy’s whole world. To know about Timothy’s baby name it meant John had been in contact with either Mistress Violet or the blackmailers!

“Please escort Timothy off the premises.” John was looking over Timothy’s shoulder. Timothy turned to see a couple of large secret service men in their suits right behind him.

Timothy felt two hands on his shoulders which he shrugged off. He was staring at John as his brain tried to process what was happening. Surely there was some sort of mistake, there must be some kind of explanation that didn’t mean his friend had been a traitor to him. The potential explanations fell by the wayside. Timothy knew what the truth must be and it felt like it was ripping him apart.

“Please don’t make this harder than it has to be, sir.” One of the agents said.

The hands grabbed Timothy’s shoulders and this time they weren’t shrugged off so easily. Timothy could feel the fists grabbing the shoulders of his suit jacket and the more he moved the tighter they became. After a couple of seconds he could feel a pull and he stumbled backwards a step. The hurt suddenly became anger and Timothy balled his fists.

“Traitor!” Timothy yelled causing everyone in the room to look his way, “Arrest him! He’s a traitor to the country!”

Timothy was practically frothing at the mouth. It had all suddenly made sense, the truth had stabbed through him and suddenly made everything seem very clear indeed. There had been a man on the inside all along, Timothy’s blackmailers must’ve known everything that had happened inside his inner-circle from before he had even been made President.

“He’s been blackmailing me!” Timothy screamed, “He’s sold me and this office out!”

Timothy was now being dragged forcefully from the office though he was fighting as hard as he could to stay. He needed to make sure people knew who the new President was!

“He’s behind it all!” Timothy exclaimed as he grabbed the edge of the door frame. There were now people all down the corridor looking his way.

“You know where to take him.” John said from the doorway to the security. He turned to the frantic Timothy, “Don’t worry. You’ll be taken care of where you’re going.”

Timothy was basically in a fight with the secret service now but more were joining the fray and he was finding himself battling impossible odds. He felt his two legs get lifted as he was carried past shocked White House employees. He was raving like a mad man and doing nothing to help his case. His suit was torn in several places and his pants had great holes in them that showed the yellowed padding underneath. He was still trying to yell the truth but he was increasingly grunting and yelping as he was manhandled out of the most important office on Earth.

It felt like every member of White House staff got a chance to ogle at Timothy as he was carried out towards the car park. A couple of people even had their phones out. Parked right outside the door at the bottom of the stairs was a black van with tinted windows. Timothy was bundled inside, practically thrown to the metal floor of the vehicle where he landed in a heap. He tried to get up but the doors were slammed in his face.

“Let me out!” Timothy banged on the doors that he knew were completely secure, “You have to listen to me!”

Timothy continued to hit the sides of the van until the engine started running. As it pulled away from the door he was sent head over heels. It was all he could do to hang on to the wall to prevent himself from rolling all over the back of the vehicle. He had no idea where he was being taken but he suddenly felt very worried indeed.

[Elfy]

The penultimate part of the story!

With Joey completely trapped in a house that is basically a prison to him he finds that he may have a new sibling joining him...

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The Jones Family

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“I swear this room is bigger than my whole apartment.”

“How the other half live, huh?”

“They can afford five cars in the garage and their own private security but they can’t afford to give me a raise. It’s a joke.”

“Careful… Don’t forget he’s in the room.”

“Pfft, what’s he going to do about it?”

“He is still their son…”

“He’s a baby. No one listens to babies.”

Liam was sat in a baby bouncer that hung from the ceiling. He had a pacifier in his mouth that he sucked on as he gently bounced up and down. On the little tray in front of him was a stuffed teddy bear, some paper and a collection of crayons. He’d been left in the living room to play whilst his parents took care of some business.

“Yeah, well, all I’m saying is that if they hear you talking like that things might not go so well for you.”

“You worry too much!”

“These guys are super rich! Like, Bill Gates rich.”

“And?”

“And if you hear about some of their dirty laundry who knows what might happen.”

“Geez, man, relax. I’m not spreading anything.”

Liam’s diaper warmed around his crotch. From the doorway he could hear the two security guards that were keeping an eye on him talking. He didn’t really care what they had to say but it could sometimes be interesting to eavesdrop, it was about the only way he got any information these days.

Since the family had become so wealthy they had hired security to watch them and the house every hour of the day. Liam felt that the men and women wandering around the house with suits and walkie-talkies were more like a private army than anything else. There were a lot of them and they patrolled the grounds as well as the house, it didn’t do much for the feeling of imprisonment that pervaded every one of Liam’s senses.

The two security guards at the door had been called over by Evie when she and Charlie had hurried outside half an hour before. Liam had been left in the bouncer and watched like a useless baby. It was a feeling he was used to and it wasn’t all that uncommon for the security to be roped in to being temporary nannies at times.

“Why did we get this stupid detail anyway? Why aren’t the newbies doing this crap?”

“We were nearest… And what have I told you about talking like that?”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah… Did they say where they were going? How long we would be babysitting the brat?”

Liam looked up and towards the doorway in indignation. It wasn’t as if he had chosen to live his life like this. Unfortunately he couldn’t argue with the burly men who had their backs to him, for one his tongue had been numbed but the security were apparently all aware of his position and how it wasn’t exactly voluntary. Liam had been most disheartened when he had worked up the nerve to ask for help and been basically ignored. It turned out the security had been told that he had begged his parents to treat him like a baby and they shouldn’t listen to his protestations no matter what. Liam didn’t know how much they were paid but it was apparently enough to go along with Evie and Charlie.

“I don’t know and I don’t know. Why do you always think I have the answers?”

“You’re my supervisor…”

“I don’t think you understand how little that means. Look, all I know is they are outside.”

“Well, I’m telling you now if he needs a diaper change you can count me out.”

“Aww, what’s the matter? Little baby afraid of a little stinker?”

“Cut it out!”

Liam pouted behind his pacifier and thought about throwing his stuffed bear at the guards in indignation but decided against it. In the past the security hadn’t been afraid to rat him out to his parents when he misbehaved and he really wanted to avoid a spanking.

Liam didn’t know what was happening but he did know his parents had been extra busy in the last few days. They had been rushing around preparing things and generally acting very out of the ordinary. They hadn’t even had much time for Liam and for most of the last few days it had been the security or nannies that had been looking after him.

Liam bounced in his elastic seat and yawned. He wasn’t sure what time it was but he knew he was overdue for his nap. Whatever was going to happen he hoped it would be soon so he could get a change and be put in his crib. After having naps every day for the best part of a year he couldn’t help but feel cranky that he wasn’t getting one on schedule.

“Looks like something is happening…”

“About time.”

“That’s a pretty sweet looking vehicle.”

Liam could see the guards straining their necks to look out a small window nearby. He was curious as well but couldn’t help from having a sinking feeling in his gut, usually if there was a surprise it wasn’t good for him.

“They’re really rolling out the red carpet.”

“Think it’s another of Evie’s clients?”

“Is that..?”

“Holy crap!”

Liam couldn’t see what was being talked about and it was very frustrating. The two security guards that were supposed to be watching him suddenly ran out of the room leaving Liam bouncing slowly up and down in the elastic chair. He pouted at being left out.

There were shouts and sounds of scuffles. Liam strained his neck but couldn’t see anything as the door slowly swung closed. A table was knocked over and a vase fell to the ground and shattered in the hallway. The door to the living room suddenly burst open causing Liam to jump and a fresh burst of heat let him know his bladder was voiding.

At first Liam thought someone was throwing something into the room but he soon realised that “thing” was a person. The body fell to the floor in the centre of the room and was quickly followed by several members of security. The quiet room was suddenly bursting with activity as the man unfolded himself from the floor and charged at the door, the security was like a brick wall and he was shoved straight back down.

“You have no right to do this to me!” The man shouted.

Liam’s mouth fell open as he finally saw who the new guest was. He could hardly believe his eyes but President Timothy Martyn was now climbing back to his feet. His clothes looked ragged and his pants had split between his legs exposing his diaper underneath, it seemed he was as wet as Liam now was.

“Shut it.” One of the security guards said.

“What are you going to do, eh?” The recently ex-President dusted himself off and straightened his clothes, “You’ve finished with me so you’re going to put a bullet in my head? Make sure I don’t talk?”

The security guards looked at each other. It was clear to Liam that they had no idea what was happening and the thought of shooting someone hadn’t crossed their minds. As the security guards remained silent Timothy looked over to the corner where Liam was, he frowned and seemed to have second thoughts about what might be happening.

“None of that will be necessary.” Liam’s mother’s voice came from the hallway and the wall of guards separated.

Liam felt like he was the only audience member in some strange play as his mother strode into the room. Timothy looked like he had just seen a ghost, the colour drained from his face and he seemed to shrink back in shock.

“M-Mistress Violet!?” Timothy looked like his brain was overloading from trying to put the pieces together, “What’s going on? Why are you here?”

“I live here.” Evie replied with a small smile.

“But… But…” Timothy stuttered as he looked around trying to make sense of anything.

“Oh, baby, you don’t need to worry anymore.” Evie smiled and walked into the room a little further, “You’re safe now. You don’t have to worry about any more of those big boy thoughts. You can stay here forever and play with Liam and Alicia, you’ll be well taken care of I assure you. You can have your Mistress, or maybe I should saw Mommy, all the time.”

“Stay here forever?” Timothy shook his head, “That’s ridiculous I’m needed by people!”

“Baby, if there is one person who needs to de-stress, it’s you.” Evie said sweetly, “We’ve decided it would be best if you stayed with us here.”

Timothy’s mouth was hanging open as he started putting everything together. He looked down at the ground and shook his head, his body was shaking but Liam wasn’t able to see whether he was laughing, crying or something else.

“You’re mad.” Timothy finally said, “Absolutely crazy! This is kidnapping and illegal detainment! People will wonder where I am, they will come and find me.”

“Oh, baby…” Evie pursed her lips and shook her head sadly.

Liam watched as his mother went over to the television and turned it on. With the remote she tuned into a news channel which seemed to be showing a replay of a news conference. Timothy turned to look at the TV as the volume was turned up. The new President, John Parlour, was at the podium. The very place Timothy had stood to give all his press briefings.

“… and because of the stresses of the job he was no longer able to carry out the duties of President.” John was explaining.

“And where is the former President now?” A reporter asked. John took a second before replying.

“My good friend, Timothy Martyn, has made the decision to retire from public life. He has asked that everyone respects his privacy as he starts a new chapter of his life.” John said with a smile, “I for one am delighted that he has found peace and is ready to move on.”

“That’s a lie!” Timothy shouted at the television as if anyone on the screen could hear him.

Liam watched as the life seemed to disappear from Timothy. The former President slumped down as if suddenly realising that he was trapped. Liam felt a surge of empathy for the President, he knew exactly how it felt to be trapped. He saw his mom nod at the security and they advanced into the room.

“Take him up to his nursery so we can dress him more appropriately.” Evie said, “Get ready, Timmy. Welcome to the first day of the rest of your life!”

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[Elfy]

With the President Timothy Martyn removed the Stress Free Campaign seems here to stay. Ashley, by this point one of the biggest influencers in the country, and her Daddy receive a message asking them to go somewhere by the new President. What awaits them?

PLUS find out what happens to the characters and the world they inhabit after the ending with a special epilogue!

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Ashley

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“Where are we going?” Ashley asked from her car seat as the car moved through the streets.

“I don’t know.” Nick replied, “I was just given an address by President Parlour and told to go there.”

“And you’re just going to do it unquestioningly?” Ashley raised her eyebrows.

“Sweetie, I wear the pants in this relationship.” Nick looked in the rear view mirror and smiled at Ashley in a way that made her roll her eyes, “You leave decisions to Daddy.”

Ashley pouted as Nick chuckled away. She reached to the side where her sippy cup was waiting and she drank some juice. Her diaper crinkled under her short dress as she shifted around slightly, she was still dry though she knew that wouldn’t last long. She felt exhausted as it felt like everyone wanted a piece of her and her agent was always ready to accept more work.

Being the most popular campaigner of the Stress Free Campaign was harder work than Ashley imagined. This was supposed to be a day off, the first day without making any content or filming interviews in three weeks and yet here she was. She had been hoping for a nice rest at home where she could play with her toys and cuddle with her Daddy.

“Is it work?” Ashley asked.

“I don’t know.” Nick replied honestly, “I was just told to bring you to this address and we would be told more there.”

Ashley fiddled with her fingers nervously. She didn’t like not knowing what was going on, even with their new relationship dynamics she always kept control of her schedule as much as she could. She looked out of the window at the passing neighbourhood. It looked very fancy, all the streets were lined with trees and the houses were huge.

The car slowed up as it approached a large gate. Ashley leaned to the side so she could see out the windscreen, either side of the giant gate were men in suits with earpieces in. It was one of these men that walked up to Nick’s window.

“Papers.” The man grunted.

Ashley watched as Nick handed over a couple of forms. As the security guard took it his jacket moved and Ashley saw a gun in his holster. She swallowed nervously. She felt like she was entering some criminal compound right in the middle of a very posh neighbourhood. Her feet which just barely grazed the carpeted floor of the car shook nervously.

“You’re late.” The guard said as he handed back the papers.

“Yeah, sorry, the tra-” Nick started.

“Unlock the trunk.” The guard instructed.

Ashley heard a little click and then watched as the two security men walked around the car. They peered in through the windows to see if they could spot anything untoward. Ashley didn’t like the way they stared at her, it made her feel like she was some kind of criminal. From behind her there was a rustling as all their bags were searched.

“Alright, you can go on through.” The security guard said as he walked back to his kiosk and pressed a button.

Ashley heard a loud buzz and then the large metal gate slid open. Nick put the car into gear again and then started forwards on to a long gravel driveway. Ashley twisted around to look as the gate closed behind them, it was quite ominous.

“Nice place, eh?” Nick said as the car rolled down towards a large fountain that was ringed by a loose gravel row.

The car rolled round the fountain and stopped in front of a large set of stairs leading up to a pair of massive doors. Nick turned the engine off and then stepped out of the car. Ashley stayed in her car seat until the door nearest her was opened and she was unbuckled.

“I don’t know about this…” Ashley muttered as she was helped out of the car. She flattened down her dress as she looked around at the high walls that surrounded the property.

“Don’t worry.” Nick said. He ruffled Ashley’s hair, “Daddy’s here to protect you.”

Ashley did feel somewhat reassured but she was well aware of the fact that there were things he couldn’t protect her from. She took her Daddy’s hand and started walking up the steps to the heavy doors. Nick was just about to put her hand up to knock when the door opened. Ashley and Nick looked in to a tall woman who was smiling at them warmly.

“Ashley Hurst, my word, you’re even more pretty in person!” Evie said as she stepped inside and waved the visitors in, “You’ve been our idol.”

“Oh, erm, thanks.” Ashley said as she walked into a cavernous lobby area. In the big empty space the crinkle of her diaper seemed so much louder.

“Please, come with me.” Evie said as she closed the front door and then walked towards the large flight of stairs heading to the second floor.

“This is a beautiful place.” Nick said as he started pulling Ashley after him, “Have you been here long?”

As Nick and Ashley followed this mysterious Evie they chatted about the house Ashley was left to look around and quietly follow. She was noticing a lot of children’s toys laying around and even childish drawings taped up on some of the walls. The house was huge and seemed even bigger on the inside. There was a plaque on the wall next to one of the doors and Ashley stopped when she reached it. She gasped in surprise when she read the inscription.

“What is it?” Nick asked. He had walking along and holding her hand and when Ashley suddenly stopped he was pulled back slightly.

“Office of Mr. Charles Jones, CEO of Think Little!” Ashley read out loud. She turned to look at Evie, “You guys are Think Little?”

“Guilty.” Evie replied with a small laugh, “You didn’t know? I thought we told your agent all the details.”

“No, we didn’t hear anything except to come here.” Nick replied, “Wow, I mean, you guys have your logo stamped on half the stuff in our house.”

“Yes, the last year has been good to us.” Evie said somewhat wistfully, “I suppose we have you to thank for that, Baby Ashley.”

“Me?” Ashley asked dumbly.

“You were the one that raised the Stress Free Campaign’s profile. You paid for most of this house!” Evie laughed, “Speaking of people that helped my husband’s company, if you would like to follow me there’s someone you should meet.”

Ashley and Nick continued following Evie down the hallway. It felt like they were deep into the house before Evie stopped, they had passed countless doors leading to rooms they couldn’t see in and the door they now stood in front of didn’t seem any different. The only thing that differentiated this room was a small sign that said “Nursery” in colourful childish letters.

“Say hello to the kids.” Evie said as she pushed open the door.

Ashley was the last into the room and looked around somewhat jealously at what looked like a perfect nursery. It was only when her eyes fell on the two people sitting on the floor that she felt her breath catch in her chest and for a second everything froze.

Sitting on the floor and playing with some small plastic army men was a young man Ashley had never seen before and a man she had seen a lot of and even met very recently. A man who resigned his position one week previously and hadn’t been seen in public since, a man who was now staring at Ashley with red cheeks and wide eyes behind a bobbing pacifier mouth guard.

“P-President!?” Ashley gasped.

“Not anymore he isn’t.” Evie said with a small smile, “No, Timmy here decided he didn’t want so much stress in his life so he came here. We’re happy to take care of him.”

Ashley saw Timothy spit out his pacifier and try to speak. She couldn’t understand anything he said though, it was like helpless infantile babbling. He looked frustrated but even when he tried to speak more slowly there was nothing but incomprehensible sounds.

“I… I don’t understand.” Ashley said. She was referring both to this bizarre situation and Timothy’s speech.

“The poor man…” Evie shook her head sadly, “The stress of revolutionising the nation was just too much. He passionately believed in the Stress Free Campaign and pushed it through no matter the cost. He’s a hero. Don’t you think he should be allowed to retire and relax now? To spend the rest of his days playing with his new baby brother and sister?”

Ashley was staring at the former President and could see him furiously shaking his head. She looked up to Evie who was still just smiling. Despite the smile on Evie’s face she had a sharp look in her eyes, Ashley could see there was more here than met the eye but she was very cognizant of where she was. She swallowed and turned to face Nick who looked just as shocked.

“So why are we here?” Nick asked eventually.

“We want you to do one of your… what do you call it? Live streams?” Evie said, “We were going to keep little Timmy’s future quiet but with everyone asking where he is we thought maybe we should put everyone’s minds at ease.”

“I… I don’t know…” Ashley stuttered. She saw Timmy looking at the ground. The other young man just looked confused as he absent-mindedly fiddled with one of the tiny toy shoulders, “I haven’t got my equipment or anything.”

“Don’t worry about that, we have all that here.” Evie smiled and tilted her head.

Ashley didn’t know what to say. The oppressive atmosphere of the mansion had been sinister when she first came through the gate but it had only got worse. She looked at Nick hoping he would know what to say but he seemed equally unsure and just looked back at Ashley as if to say it was entirely up to her.

“I don’t think I should…” Ashley said slowly.

“Let me help you with your decision.” Evie said as she stepped forwards and put a hand on Ashley’s shoulder, “I can make you or I can break you.”

Ashley looked into Evie’s col eyes and swallowed. It was like she could see through to her calculating brain and all the machinations that had been going on within. Her heart was hammering at a million miles per hour.

“H-He doesn’t want to be here does he?” Ashley practically whispered, “You made this happen…”

“Smart little baby you have here, Nick.” Evie chuckled, “Ashley, forget about him, this is about you. If you make this stream and assure everyone that the former President is happy and safe I can turn you from a star into a megastar. You’ll be in films, television, music… whatever you want I can make it happen.”

“And what if I still say no?” Ashley asked fearing the answer.

“I break you.” Evie’s cold voice caused goose bumps to spring up all over Ashley, “Your career is over before you step out the front gate. Your Daddy’s graphic design business fails. Both of you will be destitute.”

“You’re mad.” Nick shook his head and frowned, “There’s no way you could do that.”

“I brought down the President.” Evie replied, “I’m the power behind the new President. We are well on our way to become the wealthiest family in the world. Do not underestimate me. Believe me, I don’t want you and your brat here anymore than you want to be here yourself, but I need Ashley’s reach to get this message out.”

Ashley was trembling slightly as she looked at Nick. The Daddy looked furious but powerless at the same time. He seemed to deflate after a few seconds as he shook his head, he turned to Ashley and pulled her into a cuddle.

“What do I do?” Ashley asked desperately.

“Whatever you feel is right.” Nick whispered back, “I’m with you no matter what.”

Ashley was released from her hug as she looked around at the room. She bit her bottom lip as she looked down at the pathetic form of Timothy Martyn.

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“Hi guys!” Ashley looked at the camera lens, “I’m here with a very super-duper-special video!”

Ashley and Nick were in a room just down the hallway from the nursery that had been repurposed into a makeshift studio. Ashley was sat on a little pink plastic chair as the young man she now knew as Liam sat on the floor beside her and the former President Timothy Martyn sat in a highchair being spoon fed by Evie. His arms were covertly bound underneath the tray and he was prominent in the window that that showed what the viewers were watching.

“I have a big exclusive!” Ashley kept her voice as playful and excited as possible.

Ashley had her hair in pigtails and was wearing a bright pink dress. She had made sure to pull up the hemline to show off the bottom of her diaper, her fans tended to like that. Despite the turmoil that was filling her body she made sure to keep smiling and acting as if all this was completely normal.

“As everyone knows one of the biggest proponents of the Stress Free Campaign was President Timothy Martyn.” Ashley swallowed and for just a second her smile twitched, “Don’t worry guys, I’m not going to get all political on you!”

Ashley paused and looked at the chat. She could see comments scrolling by very quickly as thousands of people watched her. A lot of the comments were addressed to her but there was a lot of comments about the other people in the room.

“I’m happy to say President Martyn… or Little Timmy as he prefers to be known, is safe and well.” Ashley pointed towards the former President. She looked at the window on the computer screen as Nick, operating the camera, zoomed in slowly on the man in the highchair.

Ashley knew this was really her last chance to tell the truth. She could tell the world that the former President was being held captive, that she was doing this broadcast under duress and that they desperately needed help. Evie had warned Ashley what would happen if she did that though. The stream had a ten second delay, enough time for Evie to shut everything down before it made it online. After that Ashley would be ruined.

“Timmy decided to retire from public life to fully immerse himself in the lifestyle. After pushing the campaign through government he now wants to become the biggest baby he can be!” Ashley giggled and moved her legs a little causing her diaper to crinkle.

Ashley looked behind her and saw Timothy Martyn, formerly the most powerful man in the world, reduced to drooling in a highchair as Evie fed him so fast he couldn’t even try to say a word. He looked humiliated and helpless as he squirmed in his highchair. Ashley knew she was condemning him to a life as a baby and yet she felt unable to do anything else. There was a selfish part of her that didn’t want to give up the lifestyle she had grown used to.

“So we’re going to play for a bit on stream and then sign off. Enjoy!” Ashley said with a wave.

Ashley slipped off the chair and landed on the ground with a crinkly thud. She picked up a little dolly that was lying nearby and started playing as Nick muted the audio. For the next hour Ashley played with Liam. The only interruption in their games was when Liam froze up and stared ahead with unfocused eyes. A second later the smell hit Ashley’s nostrils. Liam appeared to be mortified as he had his messy diaper changed right there on camera.

Eventually Nick shut off the stream. Evie was sitting on a chair in the corner looking at social media, the grin spreading across her face let Ashley know that everything was going how she had planned it. Timmy was slumped over in the highchair, he was awake but appeared to be disconsolate. Ashley felt so guilty and wanted to apologize to Timmy but she didn’t know how to do it without upsetting him.

“Alright, good job, you’re free to go.” Evie said as she stood up and pocketed her phone.

Ashley stood up and didn’t hesitate to follow Evie to the door. She looked back one last time and saw Timmy staring at her, a tear was rolling down his cheek. The door was closed and Ashley turned to face forwards again.

“Needless to say you stick to the party line on this.” Evie said as she led the visitors back towards the lobby, “You don’t want to test me on this.”

Ashley and Nick remained silent until they were shown the front door. They stepped out and almost immediately the door was slammed behind them. Their car was waiting at the bottom of the steps still and other than the security stationed around the place they were alone. Nick led the pair back to the car and Ashley, foregoing the role play, took the front seat next to Nick.

“Are you alright?” Nick asked.

“Let’s just get out of here.” Ashley said quietly.

Nick was way ahead of Ashley and was already pulling away from the steps. Ashley felt herself relaxing a little and didn’t realise how tense she had been until her bladder started emptying. She wet herself in a big way and hadn’t noticed she needed to go until then.

As the car went around the fountain Ashley looked back at the house. She saw a figure standing in one of the windows and realised it was Liam. He was looking out with both his hands on the glass. Ashley had to look away, she felt like she was condemning two people and the guilt was crushing. Nick seemed to sense what was going on as he put a hand on Ashley’s knee.

“You couldn’t do anything.” Nick said, “Don’t beat yourself up.”

Ashley looked out the window with her brain still whirling through all the things she did, all the things she didn’t do and all the things she could’ve done.

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Epilogue – Twenty Years Later…

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Society…

In twenty years society has changed a lot. They now look back on the start of the Stress Free Campaign as an embarrassing part of American history. They aren’t embarrassed that the Campaign existed, far from it, they’re embarrassed at how messy and occasionally violent things became. President John Parlour did exactly what he said he was going to do. He started to heal divisions and mend rifts.

When the government stopped pushing the Campaign so much a lot of people found it more palatable even if they didn’t partake. Timothy Martyn’s name is rarely mentioned, the success of the campaign is largely handed to his successor.

At the last national census it was shown that a little over sixty-percent of the population was now actively members of the lifestyle. However, unlike in its early days there is almost no violence or protests, people co-exist happily. There are a small number of people that still hold out. Seen as extremists, small groups refuse to accept diapers and will tell anyone who listens that it is all some big conspiracy. These people are largely ridiculed and ignored.

It is now common to see a third “bathroom” in most stores and public places. Beyond male and female there are now dedicated changing rooms in a lot of places. There is no judgment for people who walk in to get their diapers changed, a sight that would’ve looked very strange two decades previously.

The new lifestyle created more new industries and businesses. There are no shortage of companies supplying clothes, diapers and equipment to adults of all sizes though the biggest remains “Think Little” who aggressively defend their market space. Places catering entirely to adult babies started to spring up and now it isn’t unusual to see large soft play areas for grown men and women, or cafes with play areas. In the evenings you will often see men and women divesting themselves of their work clothes, dressing up as babies and playing as a way to unwind.

It was a common sight to see adults in large strollers or being led around on toddler reigns. No one bats an eyelid when they see people running around with their diapers exposed. It’s as normal as anything else.

Despite the best efforts of missionaries spreading the word the Stress Free Campaign hasn’t really spread outside of America in any major way. You can find small communities of adult babies throughout North America and Europe but there is nowhere near the uptake as in the United States itself. It’s a bit of a joke that foreigners like to make at America’s expense.

The percentage of people joining the lifestyle has slowed but continues to rise and experts predict that, based on current trends, in a further decade seventy to seventy-five percent of the population will be wearing diapers at least part of the time.

Ashley Hurst…

Ashley went from strength to strength. In the twenty years since she left the Jones family house she has never been out of work. An international icon, the world’s most successful influencer is now a star in everything she tries. She had a top ten charting album comprised of songs for adult babies, she starred in a number of movies and is always in demand.

Ashley carried the guilt of what she had done for several years but as the numbers in her bank account continued to skyrocket she found it easier and easier to make excuses for herself. Eventually she barely thought about the Jones mansion at all.

A year after leaving the mansion, almost to the day, Ashley and Nick married. They were happy but never talked about the former President or anything that happened around that time. Ashley started to become more conceited and self-interested. She became the diva that was always underneath the surface, she spent less time at home with Nick and more time out partying.

Ashley kept up appearances regarding the Stress Free Campaign and wearing diapers but over time she wore them less and less. It was the last straw for Nick who barely knew the woman Ashley had become. He filed divorce six years after they were first married.

This was a shock for Ashley who started to re-think her life. Belatedly realising that she hated the person she had become she immediately retired from public life. She went back to Nick and begged for forgiveness, the couple went to marriage therapy and eventually the divorce papers were cancelled.

Now aged forty-three, Ashley spends most of her time at home with Nick or visiting friends and family. They now spend a lot of time together and after a rough few years are happier than ever. Ashley no longer works but she remains a staunch adherent of the Stress Free Campaign and after realising what really matters she and Nick returned to a much more full time lifestyle arrangement. They have now retired from the spotlight and live together quietly. Ashley still regrets what happened at the Jones household but even if she wanted to do something about it events quickly overtook her…

Liam Jones…

Liam had stood in the window and watched Ashley leaving knowing that he would never get the same opportunity. He tried his hardest to resist the regression but when being treated like a baby non-stop year after year it was inevitable that it would happen. His potty training, already slipping after one year, disintegrated entirely. It wasn’t long until he was as dependent on his diapers as his younger sister, Alicia.

With nothing to occupy Liam’s mind he found his mental state slipping into that of a baby as well. It just seemed pointless to try and remember anything adult when he would never need to use that knowledge. Eventually Liam had spent more time in his second babyhood than he had as an adult or teenager. His days were spent playing, he cried when he needed attention and he didn’t even bother speaking all that much after a while. Alicia had never had the chance to grow up at all. Even twenty years later she was still essentially a three-year-old.

Any hopes or dreams Liam had once had were now forgotten and had never been attainable since the first diaper had been put on him. The twenty years had blunted Liam’s resistance completely. He was looked after and taken care of every hour of the day, he never left home alone and was used to the stares he got. His only hope had laid in leaving with former President Timmy Martyn but that hadn’t worked out…

There was no reason the following twenty years would be any different.

Evie and Charlie Jones…

Once the Jones’ plan had been completed they were set for life. With more money than they would ever need they were free to relax. Evie AKA Mistress Violet never had to be a Nanny for anyone again and with three “children” at home she was kept relatively busy. It was easy to cope though when you could bring in an army of paid help.

Charlie Jones remained as CEO of Think Little but it was an increasingly ceremonial role as he spent more time at home and handing responsibilities to others. After getting a jumpstart on the competition Think Little remained a major player in the market and twenty years later still turned massive profits.

The Jones couple remained alert to any chance they might get caught for what they had done but as time went on that fear subsided and it was clear they had truly gotten away with everything. They watched as President John Parlour finished Timmy’s first term and then won a second. He did what he had promised and united the country again. After the incident with his predecessor he never contacted the Jones family again.

Timmy Martyn…

Needless to say Timmy was not happy with the situation. Having been kicked out of office and taken to live with the Jones’ he was promptly forgotten about by most of the public. For years he was treated as a baby alongside Liam and Alicia, every day brought hope that someone would find him and every day brought nothing but disappointment.

Timmy lost track of the time he had spent with the family relatively quickly. His whole world shrunk down to the house and yard outside. Liam became his de facto best friend and together they could do little but play and waste time as the world continued without them.

Unlike Liam, Timmy tried desperately to cling on to his adulthood. To a certain extent he succeeded. He was cursed with watching Liam regress more and more as time went on, that isn’t to say Timmy was free from the effects himself but he managed to hold on to who he was. He wondered why he was able to do so whilst Liam failed and in the end decided it was just because he was older, he had more time as an adult that needed to be overwritten.

Fifteen years into Timmy’s internment he received some unexpected news. He had no idea how much time had passed until he was taken to a side room by some of the hired help and found Evie waiting for him. This wasn’t that unusual in itself but something seemed different in the way she had smiled at him. To his immense surprise he was informed he was going to be released.

At the age of sixty-eight Timmy emerged from the house blinking and confused. They had decided he was no longer a threat and didn’t want him around anymore so he had been shoved out the front gate in a fresh diaper and a suit and told to get lost. Incontinent and half-mad from his years of forced babyhood Timmy staggered away from the front gate.

With nowhere to go and nothing to do Timmy wandered around and observed a world that seemed eerily similar but also different. He wasn’t sure what he was going to do until he heard about a group that sharply resisted the new normal. Timmy got in touch and after he was recognized he was immediately placed front and centre of their campaign. They wanted to reveal to the world that the Stress Free Campaign was nothing but a scam. Labelled as a bunch of fringe loonies Timmy tried to tell people the truth but no one wanted to listen.

[Sarah Penguin]

Only half half mad. So he is not going to do a joker and burn down their wold.

[PlstkBakdnghtnday]

On 8/7/2022 at 1:05 PM, Sarah Penguin said:

Only half half mad. So he is not going to do a joker and burn down their wold.

Padded joker?

[Sarah Penguin]

16 hours ago, PlstkBakdnghtnday said:

Padded joker?

*diapers you and laughs madly*

[PlstkBakdnghtnday]

7 hours ago, Sarah Penguin said:

*diapers you and laughs madly*

I'd be Harley to any Joker that kept me padded