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This is a preview of a 109 page story that tells the story of Tom from independent young man starting out on a career to helpless victim of a young man's blackmail. It contains diapers, regression and a whole heaping dose of humiliation.

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Tom tossed left and right as he slept. His face scrunched up and he let out a little moan as his sleep was disturbed. He opened his eyes to a room that was still very dark with the faintest hint of light peeking through the curtains. As he came to consciousness his first thought was to roll over as much as he could and fall back asleep, it was much too early to be waking up.

Closing his eyes Tom tried to ignore the feeling of thick padding between his legs. It was a presence he was growing used to but the thin plastic outer layer pressing into his skin and the crinkling were still enough of a distraction to occupy his thoughts.

With a sharp intake of breath Tom felt a cramping pain in his gut. His eyes shot open again and this time he sat up. He looked to the side where the crib sat, he could see Max deeply asleep cuddling a soft toy. He tried to focus on that, anything but thinking about what was surely going to happen.

Ever since he had been put into diapers Tom had tried to limit how often he needed to go “number two.” He had been eating less and just generally holding on more, it had still happened, of course, and Tom had needed to go to Rowan for help with the bathroom a couple of times. Now he knew he needed to go again but he was in trouble. Mike had told him he was to use his diapers no matter what and the photos he took forced Tom to take him seriously. The thought of pooping himself was revolting but it was also an inevitability, he couldn’t just never poop again and that blackmail wasn’t going anywhere.

Tom cramped up again and this time he swung his legs over the side of the mattress and stood up. His heart was hammering as he looked around desperately for any sign of salvation. His nervousness was only making it harder to maintain control but his mind was telling him he had to do something. He paced up and down as quietly as possible. If he could just wait until the sun came up and…

“Ugh.” Tom doubled over as he felt pressure building.

For a second Tom felt certain he was going to lose control but he managed to hold on. He let out a little whimper and heard Max stir for a second, thankfully his eyes stayed closed. Tom didn’t need witnesses for what was about to happen. It WAS going to happen, there was next to nothing he could do about that. Aside from filling his diaper right then and there his other option was to go wake up Rowan which would risk Mike’s wrath.

“I can’t… I can’t…” Tom muttered into the darkness as he walked up and down from the window to the bedroom door.

Tom stopped next to his bed. He was on the verge of tears but he knew what he had to do. All this desperate clenching was just delaying the inevitable and causing him a lot of discomfort. No matter how much Tom wished for a miracle the mess filling his bowels was only going to one place.

Needless to say Tom didn’t have experience messing his pants. He had, however, seen Max doing it. When Max needed to poop he would find a quiet spot, squat down and then scrunch up his face. Tom never thought he’d be looking at a toddler for life advice but these were strange times indeed. Tom slowly bent his knees and lowered himself down next to his camp bed. He leaned forwards slightly so his upper body rested on the edge of the mattress.

It was immediately clear why Max took up such a position when pooping himself. Tom’s bowels were already screaming for release but in this squatting position his muscles seemed to just want to open and give up the fight.

“OK… This is happening.” Tom said to himself.

Tom almost felt like he was having to psyche himself up before a sporting competition or something. He took several deep breaths as his heart fluttered, every inch of him was primed for the moment that was coming.

Three times Tom made his mind to give up and all three times he ended up clenching again. All he had managed to achieve was a lot more pain as his bowels and brain fought each other for control. Giving up control like this was surely not a difficult thing and yet it was causing him no end of trouble. Max doesn’t have this trouble, Tom thought with annoyance.

Finally Tom took a deep breath and pushed. This time when he felt that moment where his brain was screaming at him to stop, the moment his long ingrained potty training told him this was wrong and that he was still clothed, he pushed again. His bowels opened and he could feel progress finally being made.

A gasp left Tom’s mouth as he felt warm mess push down into his underwear. His cheeks were red and his eyes closed as he felt a hot mass expanding in the rear of his disposable. He couldn’t give himself time to think about what was happening as he took a second deep breath and pushed again. The heavy pile in the diaper expanded and he could feel the mushy feeling spreading up towards his lower back.

After waiting for so long Tom’s bowels weren’t going to stop until they were completely empty. The diaper crinkled softly in the silence as Tom grunted and pushed again. The back of the diaper pushed out and Tom could feel the front being pulled closer, he started to panic as he wondered if these diapers could possibly hold what he was doing to them. The padding grew heavier as it accepted Tom’s poop.

With one last effort Tom was finally finished. He moved from his squatting position on to his knees and leaned forwards to rest his panting and sweaty face on his mattress. He could already smell what he had done, the stink of a fresh bowel movement seeping through the gaps in the leg bands and waistband caused by his accident. Worse than the smell was how it felt. Tom could feel his excrement brushing his skin, a warm and sticky sensation that was totally alien to him.

An intense shame burned within Tom. He had humiliated himself in a way that just a couple of weeks ago would’ve been unthinkable. He slowly stood up and felt his recent deposit shifting within the hot confines of his diaper. He didn’t hesitate to let his bladder go and he shuddered as he soaked the front of the padding in a way that was a lot more familiar. With an awkward wide-legged waddle he made his way to the mirror and looked at his reflection. From the front nothing seemed wrong but when he turned to the side he could see how much the back of his diaper bulged out, even in the dim early morning light he could see the slight discolouration.

Tom waddled back to his bed. It could’ve been hours until someone came in to check on him and Max, he really had no choice other than to lay back down. He really didn’t want to press the diaper closer to himself but it was going to be impossible to avoid, especially with his arms out of commission.

A whimper escaped Tom’s lips as he slowly lowered himself on to his mattress. The poop had settled on the bottom of his diaper and only brushed his skin as he moved but now it was being compressed. It felt like sitting on a ball of hot mud. He sunk into his full diaper and, thanks to the laws of physics, the mess he had made spread out both further up his padding and down between his legs. By the time his butt was firmly against the bed he felt dirtier than ever before and the smell was almost overpowering.

Tom could do little but dread being found like this. He stared up at the ceiling and tried to avoid moving as if he could actually make his dire situation worse. He kept imagining what would happen when someone discovered him like this. It was humiliating enough having done it but no one even knew about it yet. As hard as it was to believe that things could get worse, it was inevitable that they would.

As the sky outside gradually brightened Tom’s dread increased. He started to hear movement in the house, someone went to the bathroom and then back to their bedroom, a little later someone went downstairs. Normal people going about ordinary lives whilst Tom laid in bed in a filthy diaper.

When the door finally opened it almost took Tom by surprise. He quickly closed his eyes to try and save his dignity for a little longer. He had long lost his cover so he simply laid on the bed as stiff as a board trying, and failing, to act naturally. Footsteps crossed the room, they sounded soft and not what he would expect from Rowan. Great, Tom thought, Mike is going to find me like this.

“Ugh, I can smell you from here, Max.” Said a girl’s voice.

Tom cringed. It was Katie. He was wrong, there was a worse person to see him in this state, it was the twelve-year-old daughter of Rowan who had come in to check Max. Tom opened his eyes a tiny amount to see Katie reaching through the bars of the crib to check her still sleeping little brother.

“Wait, your diaper is clean and dry…” Katie said with confusion, “But that means…”

Katie spun around to look at Tom before he could react and close his eyes. He saw the look of pure disgust on her face as she looked from his face to his diaper and back again. He felt like he should apologise or something but what could he say that would make any of this even slightly alright. Katie turned on her heels and positively ran from the room.

“Dad!” Katie yelled as Tom heard her hurrying down the stairs.

Whatever got said next Tom couldn’t hear it. All he knew was that he was alone with Max who was gradually waking up. To hear that Max had made it through the night without needing his diaper whilst he had turned his own into a toxic biohazard didn’t make him feel any better. Tom had tears in his eyes that he furiously tried to blink away, he looked across to Max who was looking around in confusion.

“Ew!” Max lisped.

That was all Tom needed. A baby to judge how he smelt. He knew Max wasn’t wrong though, it was not pleasant and the fact that he had been laying in it for what felt like hours wasn’t helping matters. It was a few minutes before Tom heard someone coming upstairs. He sat up and felt the now cool mess causing the diaper to slip around his butt.

Tom expected Rowan to walk in but it was Mike who swaggered across the room to the bed. He was smiling toothily as he sat down on the edge of the mattress. He reached down to Tom’s diaper and put his hand on the discoloured section between his thighs. Tom winced as he felt the padding get pressed against his skin.

“Dad’s just coming to deal with this in a minute.” Mike said, “You should’ve seen his face when Katie told him what you’d done!”

As Mike laughed Tom blushed and looked away. He could imagine his friend’s disgust and disappointment. He really didn’t need everyone to come around and commenting on what he had done.

“I heard you traumatised my sister.” Mike joked with a couple of harder pats of the diaper. He stood up and walked away without another word, “See you later, baby.”

Tom didn’t have to wait long for Rowan to come along. As he stepped into the stinking room Tom could immediately see the less than pleased look on his face. He walked over and checked on Max first before turning to Tom.

“Katie said you, erm, needed some attention.” Rowan stated.

Tom saw his friend’s eyes dart down to the diaper. He could see that Rowan was doing his best not to breathe through his nose. Tom looked away in shame. He was begging himself not to start crying like a helpless baby.

“I’m just going to get Max sorted and then I’ll be with you.” Rowan finally finished when Tom stayed silent.

As Rowan lowered the side of the crib Tom heard him talking to Max. He heard the young child getting praised for keeping his diaper clean and dry overnight. As he dressed Max he talked about starting potty training soon, something that Max seemed very excited about. It was hard for Tom to listen to when he was still lying in the bed in his messy diaper.

“Why don’t you go and find Mike?” Rowan suggested to young Max. The toddler eagerly nodded his head and hurried away leaving Tom and Rowan alone.

The room was silent with an awkward tension in the air. Tom didn’t know what to say. Rowan meanwhile was fiddling with some things over by the changing table. It was hard for Tom to say whether Rowan had some chores to do over there or if he was just putting off having to deal with the stinky problem on the bed.

“You, erm, didn’t make it to me or Mike then?” Rowan asked eventually. He still had his back to Tom.

The truth, of course, was that whether Tom wanted to tell someone he needed the bathroom or not he still couldn’t do it. He was being blackmailed by Rowan’s oldest son and there was no sign of things getting better any time soon. In other words this wasn’t likely to be a one-off accident. Tom shook his head when Rowan looked over his shoulder.

“OK, don’t worry about it.” Rowan replied with a small sigh.

Rowan’s tone of voice didn’t seem to suggest it wasn’t a problem. If anything he sounded resigned, like this was inevitable. Tom felt like he had let his friend down. He couldn’t look Rowan’s way when he finally turned away from the changing table.

“Alright, let’s get you cleaned up.” Rowan said.

Tom turned sideways and sat up on the edge of the mattress. He winced as he felt his poop spreading even further, he really had managed to make it a very big clean up job. Rowan helped Tom to his feet and he felt the diaper stick to him. He was so ashamed of what he had done that he struggled to find words to say. Rowan led the way out of the nursery but as he got to the doorway Tom stopped.

“Aren’t we going to the changing table?” Tom asked quietly.

“I think this is a shower job.” Rowan replied, “Sometimes when Max has a blowout it’s straight into the bath!”

Tom waddled behind Rowan. The bathroom was at the opposite end of the landing and every single step of the way Tom could feel his diaper slipping and sliding against his skin. He hung his head as his legs were so wide he was left walking like a penguin. By the time Tom reached the bathroom the water in the shower had already been turned on.

“So… How come you didn’t come to me or Mike?” Rowan asked as they waited for the water to warm up.

“I don’t know…” Tom shrugged his shoulders, “I guess I didn’t want to wake you up.”

“So you did… that?” Rowan’s eyebrows rose up his forehead.

Tom looked at the floor. He could only let Rowan think he was useless as the truth was something he couldn’t reveal. He wished he could tell Rowan about the blackmail or at least come up with some excuse as to why he had done what he had done.

Rowan shook his head. Tom had no way of knowing what Rowan was thinking but would’ve been shocked if he had known his friend was thinking back to the conversation he had with Michael. The conversation about Tom returning to an earlier time in his life for comfort. All Tom could see was Rowan shaking his head and then snorting a little as if he had just got a joke.

The water was tested and found to be the right temperature. Tom was helped over the edge of the tub and stood at the opposite end to the water, apart from the occasional small splash on his feet he remained dry.

“Right…” Rowan took a deep breath as if psyching himself up to do something that would take a great deal of bravery. With a wince he leant forwards and started pulling on the tapes.

The smell got worse with each successive tape pull. Finally as the last tape came away Rowan rested a hand underneath the bottom of the diaper and lowered it. Tom nearly gagged, it must’ve been even worse for Rowan who seemed to almost go green. Everyone seemed to try and look away as the diaper was rapidly balled up.

“Do you want to get started?” Rowan asked in a strained voice as he held the diaper away from him.

Tom nodded his head and Rowan left the room. This had to be Tom’s lowest ebb. He stepped under the warm water and let it run down his body, he wasn’t able to clean himself with his hands useless to him but the water started doing a little work on its own. The liquid in the tub went from clear to brown as it cleaned him off.

When Rowan came back he went straight to the window and opened it to let fresh air in. He looked at Tom and puffed out his cheeks before getting to work. It was a humiliating process for Tom, he could only stand and do as he was told as his best friend cleaned his messy butt. The worst parts seemed to be between his legs and on the back of his balls where Tom’s hair was making the cleanup even harder.

“Maybe we should shave you.” Rowan wondered aloud as he checked Tom over to make sure he was clean.

“Shave me?” Tom asked.

“It’ll make the clean up a lot easier.” Rowan answered, “Assuming this is going to happen again.”

Tom saw Rowan look up at him. It almost seemed like he was challenging Tom to say it wouldn’t happen, to be indignant about suggesting this one off mistake could be repeated. Tom just looked away. He knew that not only was this likely to happen again, it was practically assured because of Mike. He heard Rowan let out a snort through his nose.

“There’s no time like the present I suppose.” Rowan said.

“R-Right now?” Tom replied anxiously.

“Sure, we’ll do it as you dry.” Rowan smiled thinly.

Tom was helped out of the tub and stood on the mat next to it. A towel was draped over his shoulders and Rowan retrieved the shaving foam and a razor. Tom swallowed nervously. He found it hard to believe he had been reduced to this and he jumped when he felt Rowan rubbing the shaving foam on his genitals.

“Try not to move too much.” Rowan said with a chuckle, “You don’t want this to slip!”

Whilst the comments were jocular in nature Tom nodded his head quickly. Rowan started at the bottom of his belly and worked his way down. Tom cringed into himself as his friend moved his sensitive parts around to get to hard to reach areas and several times he had to be reminded to stand still when the razor was working on his balls. It took a long time but eventually Rowan was done, thankfully Tom was so mortified by the events he had remained unexcited throughout.

“Alright. Now the back.” Rowan said as he wiped the hair away.

“The back?” Tom asked.

“Sure. Just turn around and bend over and I’ll be done in no time.” Rowan replied. He made a small turning motion with his fingers.

Tom Slowly circled around. As he did so he looked down to see his smooth crotch, he had never shaved it before and it looked so strange to him. Somehow it made him feel even more naked than before. He slowly bent over forwards.

“Alright, this shouldn’t take long.” Rowan said.

Tom cringed again as he felt his buttocks being parted. A second later he felt the cream being rubbed so close to his hole that he couldn’t help but clench. Rowan went to work yet again to remove the unwanted hair. By the time Rowan had finished Tom felt like he was mentally scarred. He stood up straight as Rowan put the shaving supplies away. Tom noted the razor seemed to be about to be taken outside to the trash with the diaper.

“Right, we’ll just get you all padded up and you’ll be done…” Rowan said.

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Mike was sat on the couch when he heard his father coming down the stairs. He quickly jumped to his feet, part of him thought the shock Tom must’ve just gone through would’ve led to him revealing the truth of the blackmailing. Rowan’s head was down as he walked past the living room door and out to the kitchen area. Mike waited a few seconds and then followed.

“Hey.” Mike said as he walked in and went to the fridge for a drink.

“Oh, hey, Mike.” Rowan said as he sat down at the table with his newspaper.

“Everything alright?” Mike asked as he fished for information.

“Yeah, yeah…” Rowan said distractedly. He sighed, “Not really.”

“Oh?” Mike brought his drink over to the table and sat down opposite his father.

“I think we can confirm our theory.” Rowan said, “There’s definitely something up with Tom. I asked Katie to go in there and check on Max this morning and do you know what she found?”

Mike innocently shook his head.

“He’d… Well, he pooped himself.” Rowan practically whispered as if worried they might be overheard.

“No way!” Mike tried to pretend he didn’t already know. Fortunately he was a practiced liar.

“I wish I was kidding.” Rowan replied, “I think it’s pretty clear that Tom is returning to an earlier time in any way he can. I’m really starting to question if he should go back to work on Monday.”

Mike’s internal smile faltered. He was glad his father was buying into everything but he didn’t want to miss the chance to have Tom go back to work and face more humiliation there. Whilst he was happy to encourage his dad to believe Tom needed to be treated more like a little kid he didn’t want it to be at the expense of having more chances to embarrass him.

“I still think him going to work is a good idea.” Mike said.

“What if he poops himself again?” Rowan whispered the word poop as if there was a chance Tom was listening in, “In front of a class.”

“He just needs someone to help him with the classes.” Mike said.

“The school is stretched for resources as it is.” Rowan shook his head, “They aren’t going to hire someone who can give Tom the unique help he needs.”

“They don’t need to hire anyone.” Mike said. It was times for a sales pitch, “Look, you know I’ve basically finished apart from my finals. I can help out. Then in off-periods I can do more studying.”

“You’d do that?” Rowan asked.

“Sure.” Mike shrugged, “I’d be happy to help.”

“Oh, there is one other thing.” Rowan said, “Tangentially related… I think it might be time for Max to start potty training.”

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