Fibs and Fumbles

Chapter 5
Ch 5 Snowball effect

Chapter Description: Jack plays along hoping that a face to face meeting will give him a chance to plead his case Tags: ABDL, Diapers, Blackmail, Forced Feminization, Forced Regression, Humiliation

Jack tried to ask more questions, but Daddy T had already logged off. He stood up from his computer and looked at himself in the mirror. There was nothing to suggest that the transformation Daddy T had in mind would make him passable in any way. While Jack had no illusions about being the epitome of masculinity, he didn’t see anything particularly feminine about himself either. At 5’9", he wasn’t especially tall, but his build was borderline athletic and he kept himself fit - though he did regret shaving so closely and keeping his hair at shoulder length.

Struggling to come to terms with his situation, Jack moved toward the items laid out on his bed. The diaper looked enormous; he pictured himself awkwardly trying to hide it under his jeans, unsure even of how to put it on. How the hell am I supposed to wear this without anyone noticing? His attention shifted to the onesie. The thin fabric seemed to glow pink, and the white ruffles around the openings made it clear that no adult could wear it and take themselves seriously. The zipper at the back featured a strange opening, almost as if it could be locked. The leather harness and pacifier looked ridiculous; both were clearly designed to make the wearer resemble an overgrown infant. On closer inspection, Jack noticed how obscenely large the bulb of the pacifier was, triggering memories of how members of the ABDL community brag about their dependence on such paraphernalia.

Looking at the map again, Jack saw that the park was only five minutes away. There was no need to rush, but the wait filled him with anguish as he wrestled with whether he was really going to go through with it. Everything since he’d gotten back had snowballed. With fifteen minutes left before he was due to show up, Jack finally caved and began the process of dressing up.

The diaper, when laid out, seemed grossly oversized. Eventually, Jack realized he would have to lie down on it and pull the tapes up over himself. Stripping down and lying on the padding was unsettling. I feel like a fucking toddler.  He pulled the material over his crotch, holding it with one hand while twisting to pull the other side of the diaper and secure the tapes.

Acclimating to his new underwear, Jack noted they weren’t uncomfortable, but there was a constant sensation of softness and warmth that served as a shameful reminder of what he was wearing. Standing up, he heard the first crinkles. Jack knew the ABDL community loved to talk about crinkly diapers, but he never thought he’d have to experience it. God, I hope no one hears it when I walk.

Looking in the mirror, regret filled him instantly. Staring back was one of the same individuals he’d spent months stealing from: a giant wannabe baby wearing nothing but an oversized diaper.

Grasping the onesie next, he slipped his legs through the openings after unzipping the back. As he pulled it up his legs and slotted his arms through the garment, he found it tricky to reach the zipper and had to contort his arms awkwardly to pull it up. Adjusting himself, he noticed how the onesie seemed to hold the diaper up and compress it mildly, and how difficult it would be to get out of this outfit quickly, with the zipper positioned to limit accessibility.

Next, he picked up the leather harness. Any thought that it could be dismissed as BDSM or alternative clothing was dispelled by the front panel, which was adorned with cute, infantile imagery of bunnies and unicorns. Only the size and shiny leather straps hinted at its more adult nature. Again, there was a bit of a struggle, but by the time he was done, Jack was growing concerned about the time.

One more glance in the mirror stung him with a sense of indignity as he now truly resembled someone from the ABDL community. The diaper poked out from his onesie, while the frills and harness gave him such a babyish and feminine appearance that he quickly averted his eyes. I don’t want to see this. I don’t want to be this.

In haste, he pulled on the baggiest shirt and jeans he had before covering everything with a hoodie. Despite a slight bulge across his bottom and crotch, there was nothing too telling about what was concealed. Slipping the pacifier into his pocket along with his phone, Jack finally braced himself for his meeting with Daddy T.

The walk to the park was uneventful, but that didn’t stop Jack from constantly glancing over his shoulder, heart pounding with every step. His fingers nervously fiddled with his shirt desperate to make sure nothing embarrassing peeked out. The streets were quiet, yet despite his obvious paranoia, Jack seemed to miss the large four-wheel-drive with tinted windows slowly trailing him like a shadow.

Arriving at the park near the meeting spot with a couple of minutes to spare, Jack looked around, noting only one or two cars nearby while the rest of the area remained deserted. Taking out his phone and logging onto the website, he saw no new updates from Daddy T, but a reminder caught his eye - the last message demanded the pacifier be worn.

He hesitated before taking the dummy from his pocket, and once again stared at the absurd item. The bulb was borderline offensive, despite its outwardly infantile appearance. Sighing, he slipped it between his lips, feeling ridiculous as the bulb immediately filled his mouth and forced him to either grip it with his teeth or suck to keep it in.

Then, out of the corner of his eye, a car rolled slowly to the park’s edge. Panic surged through him. His first instinct was to yank the pacifier free, to reclaim whatever shred of dignity he could, but realizing this could be who he was waiting for, he instead opted to cover it with his hands.

Sure enough, a man soon emerged from the car and locked eyes on Jack. Even from a distance, it was clear he was imposing—massive in both height and breadth - nothing like the slender, athletic figure in the profile picture. He wore a sports jacket over a polo shirt, jeans, dark shades, and a baseball cap pulled low, obscuring his face. Jack couldn’t make out much until the man suddenly gestured sharply for him to come over.

Jack hesitated before slowly stepping forward, his hand dropping nervously at his side as he forced himself to accept what was happening. The man’s grin widened, unsettling and knowing, as he closed the distance. Up close, the man’s bulk was undeniable- tall and heavyset, with a clean-shaven double chin that was stretched with his smile revealing gleaming pearly white teeth.

The car he stood in front of was huge, with tinted windows that concealed the interior. A few years ago, it might have seemed suspicious, but these days it could easily pass as a family vehicle.

“Hello, Princess. So happy to finally meet you — as you’ve probably guessed, I am Daddy T.” The large man grinned as he spoke, his deep voice tinged with a German accent. Jack remained silent, staring nervously at him, taken aback by the man’s size and voice. He was extremely self-conscious of his own appearance—the pacifier, the padding, and the outfit.

“I guess appearances can be deceiving? No doubt you know that better than anyone.” He chuckled, then began to remove his shades and hat. Up close, the man had a slight button nose, small dark eyes, and thinning, receding blonde hair. His skin was unnaturally tanned for this time of year, suggesting frequent trips to a tanning bed or similar, and stretched tight over his podgy frame. The lines on his face suggested he was in his forties or fifties, but it was hard to be certain. Jack felt both intimidated and repulsed by him.

“Huh, scared? Well, I don’t blame you. But once we’re done, this will all be over. I have no intention of causing you any harm. Now, let me see what you’re wearing under there.” The man pointed at Jack’s clothes. His words were anything but reassuring. Shaking, Jack pulled out the pacifier and, for the first time, spoke, making a final attempt at reasoning.

“Look, I’m so sorry! I’ve done what you asked, here…” he began, unzipping his hoodie so the man could see what was underneath.

“…But please, let this be enough. I get it, I get it - I’m a horrible piece of shit. I did terrible things. Please don’t make me do anything else. I’m not one of you - I can’t be seen like this, I can’t do this, I—”

“We had an agreement. You will follow through...” The big man spoke sternly, cutting Jack’s speech short.
“…As I said, I’m not going to harm you, and I’m not going to cause a scene, but you must do exactly as I say. Put your pacifier in, take off your hoodie and trousers, and we’ll get started. I know you have no plans today. You will come with me, and we’ll begin paying off your debt. If I hear any more backtalk, there will be consequences. Not another word—you must do as I say, princess. Nod if you understand.”

Daddy T didn’t blink as he spoke; his expression was like that of a father warning a child about misbehaving.

Jack’s chest tightened, a wave of panic crashing over him like never before. He was an adult - he should be in control - but the looming presence of the big man made him feel painfully small. There was no fighting this man, no means of retaliating with intimidation (especially not dressed as he was). He had agreed to everything so far, but now, staring up at this imposing figure, all thoughts of defiance drained away. Reason fled, replaced by a desperate, almost blind compliance born of fear.  Without thinking, he gave a nod. His fingers trembled as he forced the pacifier between his lips, the bulb filling his mouth in a way that highlighted his cheeks flush with shame. He quickly scanned the park, heart hammering—no one was watching. Then, with slow, reluctant movements, he peeled off his hoodie and trousers, exposing the humiliating outfit beneath.

The big mans grin widened into a toad like smile. He stretched out his arms, like a silent command for Jack to hand over his clothes. Without much thought, Jack passed them over - only then realizing he’d just given him his phone, keys, and wallet. The reality of what lay ahead pressed down on him. His mind scrambled for a way out, any last-ditch argument or escape plan - but before he could even form the thought, Daddy T’s orders brought him back to his current situation.

“Good girl, turn around for me.”
Jack obeyed. The man nodded approvingly but did not return the clothes.
“Now, let's get you somewhere away from prying eyes. I bet you’d like that,” the man said, his tone almost mockingly sincere.

Jack rubbed his arms, suddenly feeling the chill, and forced his eyes to the floor, desperate to avoid the man’s gaze. Wait, he really wanted him to go with him? To take him somewhere alone? Jack’s imagination ran wild again, and he felt himself grow lightheaded.

The big man moved to the side of the car and opened the rear doors for Jack to see inside. As Jack looked in, his eyes widened. A huge pink booster seat was strapped in the back - one that looked like it was designed for adults with special needs, but the childish, infantile patterns gave it a distinctly babyish appearance.

“Climb in,” the man ordered.

Fully aware of the severity of the situation, Jack nervously pulled the pacifier out once more.

“Please, where would you take me? I can’t possibly go—I don’t even know who you are!” Jack’s voice trembled. He wanted to run, even dressed the way he was. Terrified of being seen, his eyes darted up and down the street, scanning the empty park behind him, but no one was around. No eyes. Just him and the man.

The man sighed before responding.
“Abi, we will go to a property I borrow from a friend. It’s a fifteen-minute drive from here. To you, I am your Daddy for now. Assuming you behave, I’ll bring you back to this spot later tonight. If you misbehave, you’ll stay overnight, and I’ll drop you off here in the morning—without a change. Do you understand?”

The words landed like a stone in Jack’s gut.

This was real.

He wasn’t just playing along anymore. German or not, the man spoke clearly, and there was no room to misinterpret his meaning.

“Can I have my clothes?” Jack asked, glancing again at the road, already weighing whether he could make a run for it.

“I will give you back your clothes when we are done. If you want to end this now, you can have them - but you won’t get another chance.” His tone darkened.  “To be clear, Abi - and I don’t like using threats - you will be ruined. You knew this coming here. You feel silly, you feel scared, but tell me -are you in pain? Has anyone seen you? Does anyone know what you’ve done to others? Have you lost any friends? Any family? Your education? No.” Each question struck deeper, reinforcing the futility of Jacks situation.

“So, choose. Put your pacifier back in and get in the car for a few uncomfortable hours looking silly and being treated like a baby…or take these clothes back and return to a life that, within a month, will lie in ruins.”

He was standing on the edge - on one side, a descent into humiliation, obedience, and the unknown; on the other, the wreckage of the life he once knew. The man’s words weren’t just a warning- they were a promise. The cost of leaving wasn’t just exposure - it was destruction. His name. His reputation. Everything he had worked for, everything those who supported him had worked for, now hung in the balance. He could feel the cold against his bare arms, the snugness of the diaper beneath him, the absurdity of what he was wearing…all of it overshadowed by the man who held all the power.

As Jack pondered his predicament, he started to hear voices in the distance. The man’s words had already struck a nerve, but now the added threat of being seen forced any thoughts of rebellion from Jack’s mind. Part of him still wanted to snatch his clothes and run - or at least argue - but the moment he saw a couple of figures appear at the far end of the park, all courage faded.

The very idea of being spotted dressed as he was, in a ridiculous onesie and diaper, with a pacifier dangling from his fingers was unthinkable. The strangers wouldn’t even have to know him; just a photo of the sight of him like this would surely be enough to go viral. Swallowing hard, he shoved the dummy back into his mouth, and without further thought, clambered awkwardly into the giant pink chair. It was surreal, absurd even. Less than an hour ago, he’d been at home, unsure if he’d even agree to meet. Now he was voluntarily climbing into an adult-sized booster seat decorated with cartoon bunnies and pastel stars, acting out a role he barely understood. How had it come to this?

Within seconds, the big man was leaning over him, pulling thick fabric straps across his body - similar in style to the toddler harness he already wore. The scent of the mans aftershave hit him, sharp and overwhelming. Despite his bulk, Daddy T moved with practiced ease as he fastened Jack securely in place, clearly accustomed to this routine.

Jack glanced nervously over his shoulder, heart pounding, expecting the figures in the distance to be staring at him. But they hadn’t even noticed. That didn’t reassure him. If they had looked over, what would they have seen? A grown man being buckled into a giant car seat by a stranger - infantilized, exposed, and helpless.

The seat itself was soft and cushioned, but his feet barely touched the floor, accentuating the humiliatingly childish design of the car seat. The straps crossed snugly over his chest and shoulders, pinning him in place, their firmness denying even the smallest hint of resistance.

Daddy T stepped away and shut the door most of the way, taking Jack’s clothes with him to the boot. Jack could hear him rummaging but couldn’t see what he was doing. In an almost dazed state, Jack took in his new surroundings until a small drop of drool fell from his mouth onto the buckle that held him in place, snapping him out of his trance. He hadn’t even realized he’d been he’d been suckling the pacifier like an infant, so fully spaced out that reality had slipped sideways.

Flushed with embarrassment, he wiped the buckle clean with his sleeve just as Daddy T reappeared.

“You must drink this. Any time I hand you a bottle from now on, I expect you to finish it, Abi.”
A baby bottle was pushed into Jack’s hand. The long teat—similar in size to the pacifier—was oversized and absurd. Once again, Jack removed his dummy to speak.
“What’s in it?”
Daddy T sighed. “Abi, you know babies don’t ask such questions. Never again, okay? Since it’s your first time—it’s just juice. But if the bottle isn’t finished by the time we arrive, you’ll be punished.”

There was no threat in his tone, no emphasis—just a calm, matter-of-fact statement, as if the power dynamic had already shifted completely. Daddy T spoke as though Jack were now entirely in his care, no longer an adult capable of negotiation. And then there was that name. Abi. Every time the man used it, it stabbed at Jack’s pride. It wasn’t just the forced femininity—it was the smug, patronizing way he said it, like he was reminding Jack who was in charge, stripping him of not only his adulthood but his identity. He knew it was intentional. A psychological jab meant to humiliate, to make him feel small and ridiculous. And it was working.

Without asking, Daddy T took the pacifier from Jack’s hand and clipped it onto a long piece of ribbon. He then fastened the other end to the collar of Jack’s onesie.
“Just so you don’t lose it,” he said with a smile.

The casual control made Jack’s skin crawl. The pacifier now hung against his chest like a mark of ownership - proof of submission. He wanted to scream. This is insane. This is actually happening. And yet, he sat there, dressed like a doll, strapped into a pink booster seat, holding a bottle with both hands like a toddler.

Despite the rising frustration threatening to bubble over, Daddy T’s earlier words echoed in his mind. He’s right, No one’s seen you. You’re not in pain. Your life isn’t over - yet. Was it possible, just barely, that this could all pass without consequence? The diapers, humiliating as they were, didn’t feel awful - if anything, they were soft, even comforting in a twisted way. The clothes were ridiculous, but no one had laughed at him. No one had even seen him. Maybe if he played along, just for now, he could reason with the man. Get him to see him as a normal person who’d made a few bad decisions, not someone to go vigilante on.

It’s easy to forget there are real people on the other end of the screen, Jack thought. Maybe actually meeting face-to-face and talking will make a difference. Maybe it will help him let go of this whole routine.

Jack lifted the bottle to his mouth and began to suckle. It felt ridiculous, and the oversized teat made drinking slow and effortful. The juice was sickly sweet, but drinkable. The car door shut with a heavy thud and Daddy T appeared in the front seat, smiling as if everything were perfectly normal. The oversized teat made every sip feel exaggerated, and Jack realized that finishing it in time might be harder than he thought. Best to avoid starting off with a punishment he thought.

Setting off, German rock blared from the speakers as Daddy T tapped the steering wheel in rhythm. The man was nothing like Jack had expected. He was massive, dressed well enough, drove a sleek, expensive car, and exuded confidence and control - not at all the kind of person Jack typically associated with the ABDL scene. The people he had mistreated online usually fell into predictable categories: nervous, neurodivergent, awkward, or outcasts lingering on the fringes of society. But Daddy T was different. He seemed so self-assured, so composed, that Jack found himself wondering how he had ever managed to trick him in the first place.

As he dutifully suckled on the oversized bottle - catching the occasional glance from Daddy T in the rearview mirror - Jack tried to recall whether he had ever conned anyone German. But focusing was a struggle. His thoughts felt sluggish, dulled by what he assumed was the emotional toll of the past hour.

After a few long minutes, he finally finished the bottle. It had taken effort; his jaw ached from the constant sucking, and his head felt heavy. Still, focusing on drinking had been a welcome distraction—anything to keep from looking out the windows. Despite the tint, he remained paranoid that someone might catch a glimpse of him from a neighbouring car. Worse, every so often, he caught sight of his own reflection in the glass and winced at how absurd he looked. He was grateful, at least, for the illusion of privacy.

Almost as soon as he set the empty bottle down, the music cut out and a phone began to ring. Daddy T answered, launching immediately into a loud conversation in German. Jack couldn’t understand what was being said, but the other voice on the line had a much lighter, campier tone than Daddy T’s. Laughter punctuated the conversation, and even without understanding the words, Jack could tell the conversation was peppered with jokes. The occasional backward glances made Jack suspect that he was the topic of conversation.

A sense of dread curled in Jack’s stomach as he theorised that this meeting might not have been a secret. It was no longer just Daddy T. Someone else knew. Someone else was in on it. He wasn’t just being punished in secret - he was being paraded, joked about, maybe even shared. The realization did nothing to help the dizzy sensations he was feeling, his thoughts spinning uselessly in circles. He leaned his head back and tried to steady his breathing, but even that felt like too much effort.

“Abi, did you finish your bottle?”

Jack looked up, blinking slowly. Without thinking, he slurred, “Yeah… yesh, Daddy…”

That was odd. The word came out wrong. His mouth felt thick, clumsy. He could hear cackling laughter from the phone and, after looking up, he noticed it was propped up on the dashboard, the screen showing a reflection of the back seat.

He was on camera.

“Aww, are you feeling tired? It’s been a long day, huh?” Daddy T cooed mockingly.

Jack’s brain struggled to catch up. A video call. He’s streaming me. Why is it so hard to see? The phone screen blurred, the image doubling. His chest tightened.

“I’m... I’m dizzy.”

Panic began to claw at him as a wave of nausea surged in his gut.

“Shut your eyes for a bit,” Daddy T said, his voice flat. “You’re probably just a little car sick.”

Then everything began to slide. The world around him became smeared in a nauseating haze. Time lost all shape. He couldn’t keep track of anything. At one point, he thought he heard himself crying, pleading, but the words wouldn’t form properly.

And then: nothing.

Stuffiness. Sweat. Foreign voices. Seagulls screaming somewhere far off. Darkness.