by: Thediapereddevil | Story In Progress | Last updated Jun 1, 2025
Chapter Description: Jack prepares to confront Daddy T, but his plan falls apart Tags: ABDL, Blackmail
“Hi
Jack, as discussed before Christmas I just needed to review the state of the flat.
Not that I don’t trust you, but you’re the first student we’ve had in here. Everything
looks great, so thank you for that. A worker dropped by whilst I was there to sort
out some telecoms issue so let me know if you have problems with the internet
when you get back.
I
left a parcel that was outside in your room (didn’t want to leave it hanging
around).
Chaz,
estate management”
After a
gruelling drive, Jack arrived back at his apartment the day after Boxing Day
and immediately dove onto the sofa, shouting into the cushion in frustration.
His family had pleaded with him to stay, but he made excuses before setting
off, determined to find a way out of the situation he was in. Following a
sleepless night, the trip back had been nauseating as he contemplated his
circumstances. Jack now knew he was going to have to contact Daddy T, but first
he wanted to try and figure out his secret identity by narrowing down the
suspects.
It was
highly unlikely to be one of the small fries he’d taken advantage of. The cost
of the items used to harass him was probably close to what he’d taken from
them. No, he deduced, it was more likely someone who had given over their bank
details or fallen for repeat scams. While he’d never actually used the details
for fear of it being traced back to him, there was no telling how much had been
stolen when he traded the information for a quick buck. Frankly, he never
wanted to find out.
Before he
could get started on the process of figuring out how to retrieve this information,
he noticed the note left to him by his landlord. It wasn’t initially alarming,
but the timing and the announcement of another mystery parcel (Christmas or
not) didn’t sit right with Jack.
He made
his way to his bedroom and found the parcel. Sure enough, as he opened it, he
saw it was the same gear he’d thrown out weeks ago: the onesie, diapers, reins,
and pacifier. Not only did the creep know his addresses, but he’d also been
through his garbage. Daddy T was in the city with him.
Groaning,
Jack left the items out and decided he would start the process of finding out
who Daddy T was. Booting up his computer, he began loading old email addresses
he’d used to create burner accounts. Much to his horror, each one was flooded
with notifications:
“Your
account Baby Kenzi has been reactivated”
“Click
here to see your updated status”
“Your
account Little Tyke has been reactivated”
“Welcome
back Mommy Sabrina, we’ve missed you”
“Your
account Mummy Britney has been reactivated”
…
Somehow,
several of Jack’s deactivated accounts were being reactivated. He was baffled
and felt powerless as he scrolled through the damage. When he started logging
in to investigate he discovered the accounts hadn’t just been
reactivated…someone had been updating them too:
“Hi,
you might know me as Mommy Sabrina, but the user of this profile is actually a
young man called Jack. If Jack doesn’t log on to his favourite account as soon
as he reads this, I’ll be posting more of his information here.”
Each
account read the same. The comment sections were filled with a mixture of
support for whoever had hacked the accounts and resentment towards Jack for
misleading people. Once again, he was gripped by the futility of his situation.
His options were stripped from him. Daddy T had spoken. How he was doing this
was beyond Jack, but he had no reason to doubt that the freak would also know
when he’d read the messages.
Defeated,
Jack figured he’d have to confront Daddy m before identifying who he really
was. Reluctantly, Baby Abi was brought back online. The chat box pinged almost
immediately.
“There’s
my girl, I was getting worried” Daddy T messaged.
“Please
I’m sorry, I don’t know who you are, but if I have wronged you let me reimburse
you and we can end this.”
Jack was
willing to beg and plead — whatever it took to escape the situation.
“Abi,
don’t be so silly! Don’t you remember all the things you agreed to? We’ve still
got so much fun ahead.”
Jack
cringed as he read the response. If this wasn’t about money, then what kind of revenge
was this?
“I know
you know who I am—and that Abi doesn’t exist. I’m sorry for misleading you. I
haven’t tricked anyone since, and I’ve learned my lesson. What I did was wrong.
It was cruel, and I should’ve known better.”
The
response was swift and dismissive:
“I mean
not just all the things you agreed to do for me—but for everyone. You were a
very promiscuous girl, Abi. Or is it Kenzi? Or Jenny? You made an awful lot of
promises.”
Everyone?
Jack thought. How many people had he spoken to? How many accounts did this
person know about? Even if Jack didn’t remember all the names he’d used,
desperation crept in.
“Please,
can you just talk to me normally? I’m terrified. I haven’t slept since the
Christmas card. I fucked up. I get it. I’ll pay you what you’re owed. Please,
can we pretend this didn’t happen? I don’t know how you’re doing this. I don’t
even know who you are. I’m not going to ask questions. You have control here.
You win. Just… please tell me what I need to do for you to leave me alone.”
Jack was
telling the truth. If this guy knew who he was, his address, the people he
scammed, his logins - he was completely compromised. He’d always believed that
if he was ever close to being found out, he could pull the plug. But it hadn’t
been enough. The idea that someone would actively hunt him down, much less
succeed, had never occurred to him. He didn’t think he’d done enough damage to
warrant that kind of interest. Now, he stared at the screen, praying the person
who had the resources to pull this off would accept his plea.
“Abi,
there is no getting out of this. I win when I get what I want and that’s you,
princess. Padded and ready to be the best little baby girl for your
increasingly irritated Daddy. That’s all. After that, you go off. No turning
you over to the authorities, and you never scam again. I get the satisfaction
that you finally lived up to your promises.”
Jack
stared in disbelief. He couldn’t even pay this guy off. Daddy T wanted him to
live out his false promises. It didn’t make sense to Jack. He didn’t believe
for a second this was a genuine kink interest. It was a perverse power play - a
way to humiliate him and inflict some divine karmic justice.
“So that’s
it? I play along with your fantasies, and then you leave me alone for good? For
how long? What does it involve?”
“Pretty
much. Until I’m satisfied you’ve paid your debt. I won’t give away any
surprises, but I think you know.”
Jack
groaned. He was serious. This maniac was actually serious. He wanted Jack to
pretend to be a depraved adult baby girl just to "learn his lesson."
What was the alternative? Be outed as a criminal? How long before the police
came, or worse, another disgruntled victim?
Still,
maybe if he could convince Daddy T that he’d turn himself in, he might start
considering the optics of the stalking and account hijacking.
“What if I
turn myself in? I don’t think I can bring myself to do what you want. It’s just
too much.”
“Well,
that’s your call. But personally, I think you should consider accepting
responsibility.”
“You don’t
think going to prison is accepting responsibility? You don’t think you’ll also
get in trouble for your stalking?”
“I know
everything you’ve done. You probably won’t enjoy what I have to offer, but if
you endure it - and you’re tough - then you can go back to normal afterwards
with no further consequences. Go to prison, and you can kiss your studies,
future, friends, maybe even your family goodbye. I’ll be more than happy to
help with the investigation if you make me part of it.”
Jack was
lost. The ultimatum was unbearable: put his trust in some deranged weirdo and
his concept of punishment, or let himself, or the same weirdo, alert the police
and every victim to his existence as a scam artist.
“Fine.
I’ll try to do what you want. But I’m begging you, please leave me alone when
it’s done…”
Maybe
he’ll get bored quickly. Maybe it won’t be that bad. Maybe it’ll just be a
little joke for him, Jack considered.
“…I’m
ready to accept responsibility.”
“Daddy.
From now on, I’m your Daddy.”
Jack
gritted his teeth and tried to pretend it was just another con.
“I’m ready
to accept responsibility, Daddy.”
“Good. Now
go get the package and the outfit you’ll recognise. You will put it on and meet
me here in about an hour at the following location. You can wear clothes over
the top, but when you meet me, you will have the pacifier in. Do you
understand?”
Daddy T
shared a map showing a nearby park. Jack’s heart was pounding as he tried to
process what was happening.
“Yes,
Daddy.”
“See you
there in one hour. If I don’t, your life will be gradually ruined. That’s a
promise.”
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by: Thediapereddevil | Story In Progress | Last updated Jun 1, 2025
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