Fibs and Fumbles

Chapter 2
Ch 2 Catfish on a line

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 His earliest attempts at fake profiles had long since been superseded by fresh personas that tapped into every likely kink the community might have.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.