by: Thediapereddevil | Story In Progress | Last updated Jun 1, 2025
Chapter Description: Jack's complacency gets the better of him as the catfish gets a taste of his own medicine. Tags: ABDL
Jack ran his hand through his now greasy, shoulder-length
hair as he tried to consider his next move. The room was stuffy; he’d already
been at his computer for several hours and was firmly glued to his chair.
Discarded energy drinks lay strewn around his desk, and day-old takeout
containers provided the only evidence in the apartment that he did, in fact,
stop to eat. Just today, he’d been forced to cut a new hole in his belt as he
adjusted to his increasingly slender frame.
Part of him wanted to shower, head to bed,
start fresh tomorrow, and maybe go out for the day—but he knew he’d probably be
up until the early hours again.
Two monitors flickered with a series of
constantly updating private chats, each one a potential mark. Every message
reeked of desperation in the young man’s eyes, and whatever sympathy he may
have had for his targets had long since dissipated. As far as he was concerned,
for every lonely, wholesome individual here, there were several more indulging
in depravity.
ABDL sites had proved to be a gold mine for
him - hives made up almost entirely of men either crying out to be put into
nappies and treated like infants, or hoping to stumble across a woman who
wanted the same. They aspired to live out their fantasies, but most couldn’t
grasp the reality of the gender imbalance. Many of the men in these communities
were highly susceptible to even the most basic cons when paid the slightest bit
of attention. It didn’t take much to coax them into believing they were talking
to the woman of their dreams whether that was a role-playing “mommy” desperate
to find baby boys to look after, or a cute “baby” girl who liked nothing more
than wetting her diaper and cuddling her plushies.
Jack, by now, had perfected his routine. His
earliest attempts at fake profiles had long since been superseded by fresh
personas that tapped into every likely kink the community might have. While
full-time overseas scammers believed that spamming messages was key, Jack took
more care, curating a believable experience with the users he picked out. His
manual touch was supplemented by AI chat and image editors that helped him
present a realistic persona that was easily replaced when his accounts were
reported or compromised. The money was good enough to justify the effort it
took to reel in punters. It didn’t take much to profile users and pick out the
cash cows - repeat victims who couldn’t help falling for trap after trap,
sometimes on different fetish websites.
He had tried other schemes and wasn’t new to
catfishing, but for a young, small-time, wannabe conman, this venture had been
too fruitful to pass up. It was helping him live a life of relative comfort
during his first year at uni. In his mind, it beat working at a bar in front of
his peers or stacking shelves at the local supermarket.
That said, it wasn’t for the faint-hearted.
It had taken time, but he had finally overcome the barrier of determining what
the community generally considered “sexy.” Currently, in one chat, he was
describing how wet and squishy his diaper was; in another, he was asking
whether they preferred to be bottle-fed or something more natural; while in the
last two, he was already in the final stages of his scheming bemoaning the fact
that he didn’t have funds to buy more ABDL gear.
Gift cards and vouchers formed the bulk of
his income, though sometimes he could trap particularly gullible men into
forking over card details, which he would sell to especially unscrupulous
characters for a tidy sum believing directly withdrawing funds would draw too
much attention. Tonight, he was aiming to secure a substantial amount by
convincing a pair of wannabe daddies that “Baby Abi” would be happy to model
her purchases in a video chat.
“How about instead of vouchers, I order a few
extra surprises straight to your door, baby girl?”
Jack sighed. He probably should have given up
on this one a while ago. It had been a week in the works, but the user in
question—Daddy T—hadn’t been quite as foolhardy as the typical desperate Daddy
type. Unlike most, who were worried about scaring off a potential woman willing
to piss and shit nappies in front of them as if it were perfectly natural, this
guy had asked for diaper checks, photos, day-to-day life info, background, a
history of how Abi had gotten into the kink, etc. Jack had to use all his resources
and imagination to stay ahead of the game.
The only thing keeping him from giving up was
Daddy T’s profile pictures.
Daddy T didn’t hide. He boldly presented
numerous photos of himself in and around what appeared to be a very
nice-looking house, or his expensive car, or perfect, huge garden wearing
various outfits from regular suits to bondage gear. Revealing photos showed a
well-built middle-aged man with a bushy beard and caring features (for some he
would be the perfect Daddy type). Most
on the website hid their identities, but here was Daddy T practically
announcing his fetishes like they were badges of honour and displaying his
wealth for all to see.
Enamoured with the idea of scoring a big one,
Jack had done everything to make “Baby Abi” seem like the perfect girl for
Daddy T which had not been easy. Daddy T didn’t just want a part-time baby girl
girlfriend; he wanted someone willing to live the lifestyle 24/7. Abi had gone
from a shy e-girl who secretly wore Pampers to a depraved hopeful baby-slave in
the space of a week. The amount of effort and stomach-turning research Jack had
done for the role had perhaps blinded him to the reality that it would not be
easy to pull one over on Daddy T.
He was aware it was just the sunk cost
fallacy keeping him in the game, but he had hope. Eager to land any kind of
score, he had presented Abi as wanting to prove herself to her new Daddy by
letting him pick out items of clothing for her… only to eventually reveal she
would struggle to fund it without assistance. Fuelling ABDL lifestyles was
expensive, especially for a supposed 18-year-old girl who only worked
part-time.
“That’s alright Daddy, you’re already
offering so much just by helping me with the vouchers <3.”
Jack ignored the ping of message
notifications from his other profiles and chats, waiting for the response.
“I mean, you said you live alone. I can help
you stock a little nursery for when I visit eventually 😊.”
Jack realised this was another test—an
attempt to see how willing Abi was to commit to a new lifestyle.
“That’s so amazing of you, but I really don’t
want to take advantage. After I model these items, if you’re happy with how
they look, maybe I can show you in person ;) xx.”
When in doubt, tease them a bit, Jack thought to himself. Always save the horniest chatter for the moments of uncertainty.
“Hmmmm, I don’t know sweetie. It’s very odd
you don’t want to let me treat you. I mean, you’re not that far away; I could
even drop it off if you want? xx”
Jack went to reply before suddenly catching
himself. Had he given him a location? Checking he saw on this account that his
profile was based in a city quite far from Daddy T’s. This was odd. Maybe Daddy
T had gotten confused.
“Oh, I thought you were quite far away? I
know I said I’d travel to you eventually, but I’m still a bit nervous about it
xx.”
Perhaps this could still work—play on the
distance, the need to just start with small gifts, or pretend to be vulnerable
and scared so he feels guilty?
“No, silly. You’re on the other side of the
campus, right? Opposite the library? Number 5, the second floor with the mini
balcony.”
…
“You leave
for lectures tomorrow around 9 a.m.?”
…
“Did you
think you could keep this a secret from Daddy?”
…
“You’ve been hurting a lot of my friends,
Abi—daddies and littles alike. Maybe I should pay you a visit and give you a
gift you’ll remember, princess? xxxx”
Jack felt his chest tighten as he read the
messages. Reflexes kicked in almost immediately. In an instant, all the screens
were closed bar one as Jack hurried to delete Abi’s account.
How had he been caught?
He replayed the messages in his head as
reality sank in.
Had he gotten sloppy? He used a VPN and
rotated accounts frequently, but there had been times when it was easier to—
He groaned as he looked at his phone.
Yesterday, he’d promised to give Daddy T regular “updates” about his diapers
and had added him on what he thought was a discreet messaging app. As he
flicked through the permissions, though, he realised that just by adding him as
a contact, he might have compromised his entire operation.
Still baffling that he could get his address,
but not impossible if he was determined, Jack suspected.
How many people had he scammed over the last
few months? Twenty or more? Money dedicated to diapers, onesies, pacifiers,
cuddly toys spent instead on booze, tech, and going out. The extra income had
allowed him to upgrade from the student halls he’d been slumming in and live in
isolation, away from the prying eyes of other students.
No doubt some of the victims had warned
others, but he never expected to be caught - or threatened.
As he calmed down and started to rationalise,
Jack decided to cut his losses and delete all his alternative accounts on the
site where he’d found Daddy T. Before finalising the purge, he decided to check
the sleuth’s profile again.
Sure enough, the more Jack looked at the
photos, the more he realised he’d been played. None of the pictures were real.
In one, the bookshelf was just a mishmash of patterns. In another, the plants
were bizarrely blended. Even the car, on closer inspection, was of no
discernible make. The photos were never real…just well-put-together
Photoshopped or AI images.
Just like he’d been using.
There never was a Daddy T - or at least, he
didn’t know what the real Daddy T looked like.
Jack looked out his window, half expecting to see someone staring back, but he could only see his reflection.
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by: Thediapereddevil | Story In Progress | Last updated Jun 1, 2025
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