Fibs and Fumbles

Chapter 3
Ch 3 Unwelcome presents

Chapter Description: Jack realises he is in deeper trouble than he thought as Daddy T makes it clear he's not finished with him. Tags: ABDL, Blackmail

A fortnight had passed since the incident, and while the gripping fear of the moment had mostly faded for Jack, it had left behind unshakeable concerns. Although he had changed his number and taken a break from social media, his initial extreme ideas of moving, destroying his hard drive, getting rid of his phone, etc. had started to fade as he waited for any signs of an ongoing threat.

During this period, he had adjusted his habits: spending less time on his computer and avoiding illegal activities, even going so far as to update his CV in pursuit of part-time work now his chief source of income had dried up. Although he was spending more time outside, his friends noticed that he had become guarded, paranoid, and refused to talk about what was bothering him. Truthfully, it was hard to shake the feeling (especially on a campus full of strangers) that someone might be keeping track of him. He bounced between two ideas: either it had been a nasty prank from a tech-savvy diaper lover, or he really was being stalked by someone lurking in the shadows.

The time away from the websites gave Jack more opportunity to reflect on the kinds of people he had wronged. The thought of one of them seeking revenge filled him with a sense of dread. While he wasn’t averse to kink in general, Jack had been exposed to a world he frankly hated. He found the idea of regression disturbing, pathetic, and worthy of ridicule. And the acts these individuals wanted his profiles to perform? Disgusting. Still, some part of him knew what he was doing was cruel. He kept thinking back to that conversation with Alex. They’d laughed, but even in their drunken state, just for a moment, Jack had felt a pang of guilt when accused of taking advantage of others.

He had managed to disassociate himself from the process to some extent. Hiding behind alias after alias, he stopped viewing the people in the chats as real - just faceless perverts to manipulate with the right phrases and fetish terminology. However, some users pushed the limits far enough that Jack would occasionally stop and recoil at what was being said. Catfishing as 18-year-old ABDL girls or busty 30-something “mommy” figures had exposed him to people confessing their darkest desires and sordid histories. Each time, Jack had to resist the urge to shut the conversation down, forcing himself to continue with faux eagerness while internally battling feelings of disgust. These were certainly not people he ever planned to meet…let alone cross.

It was on the evening marking two weeks since the incident that Jack received the first sign that whoever had identified his address wasn’t finished with him. A large package awaited him at his door when he got back from lectures. While he didn’t remember ordering anything, he still brought it inside without much thought. But as he peeled open the packaging, confusion turned to panic.

Within the packages were the very items Daddy T had once urged “Abi” to buy with gift vouchers:

• A pastel pink onesie with a zipper running down the back, keys dangling from it, and white frills along the sleeves, neck, and leg holes.
• A hot pink leather harness sized for an adult but designed like a toddler’s.
• An oversized pacifier in the same shade of pink.
• And under it all, a pack of adult diapers printed with unicorns and childish patterns in bright, babyish colours.

A note confirmed his worst fears:

“Hi Abi (or is it Jack?), don’t forget to model your present for me and take some pics – I’m sure you can just reopen your babyfinder account, or maybe post on Insta, or FB?

I figured you might have been fibbing about your nappy collection, so I got you some protection in case you have an accident like you said you’re prone to.

Make sure to pose like a good girl and make good use of your nappies!

P.S. If you don’t do as I say within one week, Daddy will be very upset—and you won’t like that, princess. Remember what I said I’d do to naughty girls in our chats?

Oh, and I don’t mind if you’re still living as a boy. We all have a double life.

—Daddy T”

Did this freak actually expect him to play along? Jack tried to rationalise the situation and assess how much the stalker truly knew. The package had his name and address, but there were no receipts or order details. The hint about social media suggested the stalker had viewed his profiles before they were deactivated, though there wouldn’t have been much there aside from a few pictures. His address near the university might have revealed some academic details as well.

But why would the stalker think he’d wear the outfit? Did they have real evidence of the scams? Something that could trace back to Jack and be used to blackmail him? If so, surely they’d have used it already. Maybe this was just another scare tactic.

Still, the onesie was his size. He’d never given out his real dimensions. For a faint second, he caught sight of his reflection and imagined himself wearing the full outfit, pacifier in, just like the men he’d exploited. The thought sent a chill down his spine.

Taking a deep breath, Jack repackaged everything and stuffed it into a black bin bag to throw out later. He needed to figure out how to get Daddy T to back off. Going to the police wasn’t an option as he’d be outed as a scammer. Tracking the guy down himself didn’t seem likely either. Confronting him online might open a dialogue but avoiding him ultimately felt safer.

Muttering curses under his breath, Jack decided to sleep on it.

The following weeks dragged as Jack counted down the days to winter break. While he had once thought he’d dread the holidays, the idea of leaving his apartment was now appealing. No further packages or messages came, but that didn’t stop the gnawing fear that Daddy T would return.

Back home for the holidays, Jack finally felt safe. Growing up, he had often avoided family gatherings, preferring to stay holed up in his room. But this season was different. He hadn’t spent a second on his computer or phone, and the irony wasn’t lost on him. Despite carrying a terrible, private burden, he found himself more engaged with his family than ever before. To everyone’s amazement, it seemed the brooding teenager had finally mellowed out and emerged brighter than ever. The truth was, for the first time in a month, Jack felt a shred of peace.

Then Christmas came.

The family had gathered early to open presents. While Jack chatted with his parents whilst his youngest sister eagerly tore through the pile of gifts under the tree leaving trails of wrapping across the room. Midway through the morning, Jack noticed that the sound of tearing paper had been replaced by giggling. His two sisters whispered to each other, eyes on him.

“What’s so funny?” Jack asked curiously.

The younger one walked over, red-faced and smiling, and handed him a pink envelope covered in hearts and cuddly toys.

“Umm… this card is yours.”

“From you?” Jack asked, puzzled.

“Nah, it came in the post a few days ago. Secret admirer, maybe,” the older sister teased, prompting another round of giggles.

“Stop teasing, girls. Jack, why don’t you open it?” their mother asked, curious.

Jack scowled. He remembered the last unexpected package he received and felt his stomach twist.

“Yeah, Jack, open it!” the sisters chimed, now practically bouncing with excitement.

“It’s probably just a joke from one of my mates. Might be something… inappropriate,” he said, suddenly hot and nervous.

His parents didn’t push. But his youngest sister, high on Christmas excitement, seized the moment and snatched the card from his hands. Before Jack could stop her, both sisters erupted into laughter.

“Hey Princess, Merry Christmas! Hope you get all the presents a sweet girl like you deserves. Lots of love and Christmas cheer — from Daddy T. Kisses!”

The card, covered in glitter and Disney princesses, was now fully on display as the girls howled with laughter.

Jack looked around. His parents were smirking, clearly bemused, but also confused. Backed into a corner, he forced a chuckle.

“Ah, classic…Theo. Yeah, definitely Theo. He’s always pulling stunts like this.”

“Something you want to tell us, Jack?” his mum joked, as his sisters collapsed into giggles.

“No, it’s just ya know ironic humour. Banter. He always takes things too far.”

Jack wanted the ground to swallow him. But thankfully, no one seemed to take the card seriously. Aside from his sisters calling him princess all day, it seemed his family accepted the message as university hijinks.

Unfortunately for Jack, the reality hit hard:

Daddy T knew where he lived.
He knew where his family lived.
And he wasn’t going away.