Fibs and Fumbles

Chapter 7
Ch 7 Debasement in the basement

Chapter Description: A familiar face arrives as Jack's torment continues. Tags: ABDL, Diapers, Wetting, Kidnapping, Forced Feminization, Forced Regression, Bondage, Body Modification, and Humiliation

The large man sped down the dense forest roads, ignoring the markings on the road knowing they’d likely be deserted. In all the time he and his partner had been out in their new retreat they’d scarce seen another soul. It was understandable, today’s trip had turned into nearly a two-hour round journey just for basic groceries; Not that he minded, the area was best described as beautiful, scenic and isolated, very isolated.

Still, it had been frustrating to find they were low on supplies. He had expected the house to be fully stocked for weeks. Instead, Elias had apparently traded shopping time for decorating and collecting materials - tools of humiliation and punishment for their new baby. The man sighed. He’d known what he was signing up for; this was never going to be a walk in the park. But he had hoped to be there when the baby woke up.

Then again, he’d spent more than enough time with Jack during the journey home.

Never in his wildest dreams had he expected it to go so smoothly on the first attempt. He’d come prepared: chloroform and rags, anaesthetic, copies of Jack’s keys. He even knew where Jack’s friends lived and was ready to use their phones to bait him out. But in the end… Jack had climbed into the car himself, with barely more than a basic command. No struggle. No witnesses. And he’d drunk the bottle without much hesitation.

Maybe the boy was stupid.

Or maybe, the universe had decided it was time Jack faced some real consequences - some real karma. Of course, it wasn’t justice. Nothing could ever make up for what Jack had taken from them.

As the car turned sharply into an obscured lane, the old farmhouse came into view. It didn’t seem much from the outside with its weathered brick and timber frame, but with a spacious inside and a substantial basement underneath it had everything they needed. The surrounding hedgerows were thick with thorns and brambles, making them nearly impassable. The same hedges bordered the property on all sides, save for the path to the ironwork gate.

 CCTV cameras followed the vehicle as it passed through the coded gate and pulled up outside the now-sealed garage, which had been rendered unusable and inaccessible during their recent renovations.

Calling for help was out of the question. They’d agreed never to leave their new family member unmonitored - not until they were absolutely certain she could be restrained without incident. As much as he wanted to go down to the basement to check in, Thomas forced himself to attend to his chores first.

By the time the groceries and supplies were put away, he took a moment to collect himself and clean up. He’d heard Elias laughing faintly earlier and assumed their captive had awakened.

Their first encounter had been brief, but Thomas understood how crucial it was to cultivate a dominant aura and to make sure their new baby knew who was in charge. Knew to be afraid of them. He would have to match Elias’ energy (which wasn’t always easy) but this was the bit he’d been looking forward to - breaking him…breaking her in.

“Abi, Abi, Abi…” he muttered to himself. Jack was gone. Abi was all that remained. That was what they had agreed when planning how best to carry out their revenge.

Giving himself a final once-over in the mirror, he made his way to the basement. Elias’s voice grew clearer as he approached, carrying through the thick walls as he began unlocking the heavily secured door. Descending the staircase, he entered the room they’d converted into their own private torture dungeon. Elias was in what they called the “operating theatre”- a curtained-off section of the larger space, stocked with medical equipment where they could “prep” their subs and slaves.

He was currently hovering over Abi, taunting her as she experienced what looked to be the first of many humiliating accidents.

“Aww, poor baby… couldn’t hold it?” Eli cooed mockingly, rubbing the front of her now-exposed diaper.

Abi was still fully restrained in the medical chair, but her outfit had been partially unfastened, revealing the stained garment beneath. She sobbed softly, her makeup streaked across her cheeks, her face marked with signs of prolonged and desperate crying.

“And just in time for your other Daddy to see” Elias turned and faced Thomas beaming as he did so.

Thomas made his way over to their distressed new addition to the family. Elias had done an impressive job - Abi looked both ridiculous and helpless in her new outfit. As he approached, Abi began to register the new arrival, squirming with even greater intensity, unable to prevent him from following Daddy Eli’s example and placing his hands on her diaper. 

Abi was mortified as she recognised the familiar face of Daddy T… Tom. Only moments earlier - after much coaxing from Daddy Eli and several bottles of water she had finally lost control and wet herself. The sensation had been strange and shameful: the creeping warmth soaking into her thick padding, the notable heavy, sagging feeling between her legs, and strange, unfamiliar feelings around her private areas. But to have it happen all on display and being unable to hide herself from Daddy Eli felt so much worse.

As Daddy Tom approached and put his hands on her she found herself almost convulsing. No matter how much she strained, the restraints held firm. He saw how pathetic she looked. Her face burned with humiliation as she was exposed to him, the one who had tricked her, transported her, reduced her to this. And now he stood there, amused, towering over her like a parent discovering their toddler mid-accident. Fear and loathing washed over her.  

“Oh Abi, you look beautiful, but so sad. Do you remember me? The road trip? You were such a sleepy girl.” The man chuckled softly, almost fondly, as if they were sharing some innocent joke.

Strapped tightly to the chair, Abi couldn’t help but feel impossibly small and exposed. Daddy Tom continued to loom over her as he turned to Daddy Eli and spoke in German - low, measured words exchanged like she wasn’t even in the room.

“Well, don’t worry,” he said, turning back to her with a patronising smile. “You’ve been asleep long enough. We have so many games to play with you, our lucky little girl.”
His hands moved with practiced ease as he pulled her plastic pants up and began fastening the PVC onesie over her sodden diaper, sealing her back into the ridiculous outfit. He resumed speaking to his partner (again in German) as if Abi were just a helpless infant incapable of understanding grown-up conversation.

The two men laughed together, casting glances down at her that intensified her nervousness. She wasn’t a person to them anymore. Just a toy. Just a thing. It became especially disconcerting for Abi when the two men began touching her - her body, her diapered region - apparently discussing matters or making observations she couldn’t understand. Their conversation remained in German, and though she strained to follow, it was hopeless. She was reduced to a passive object under their scrutiny, unable to move, unable to understand them, unable to speak.

This went on for several minutes before Daddy Eli finally stepped away to retrieve the camera, and Daddy Tom turned back to deliver their latest ultimatum.

“Abi, I’m sure Daddy Eli has given you enough warnings by now, but let me be clear—when we release you from these straps, if you are anything but a good little baby girl, you will be punished.”
He paused, letting the words sink in.
“We’ve made a chart for you, to track your little... indiscretions. We’ll show you soon. But by now, you must realise that our idea of punishment will make you think twice next time. Of course,” he continued, softening his tone, “if you behave like the sweet little princess we know you can be, you’ll be rewarded.”
He looked down at her expectantly.
“Nod your head if you understand.”

Playing along for now, Abi nodded.

The two men conferred briefly, chuckling, then moved to begin unfastening the restraints. Abi’s heart pounded. She wanted to fight, to scream, to bolt the moment they let her go. But she knew better. They wouldn’t have gone to all this effort if escape was even remotely possible.

As the final straps were loosened, Abi was carefully guided to her feet…only to be met with the first painful surprise her outfit had in store.
The moment she shifted her weight onto the floor, a stabbing sensation shot through her feet. She yelped into her pacifier and jerked her legs off the ground, teetering helplessly. Her new daddies merely giggled.

“Uh oh, did Abi think she’d be toddling around? I’m afraid not, meine Kleine. You crawl,” Daddy Eli said sweetly, crouching beside her.
“Your booties aren’t just there to make you look adorable.”

He pressed down firmly on the sole of her footwear to reinforce the point, and the pain flared again. Hidden spikes, subtle but brutal, ensured that walking upright would be out of the question.

Abi gasped into her gag, breathing heavily as she lowered herself shakily to her knees. With gentle coaxing from her captors, she clumsily dropped into a crawling position.

Her soaked diaper crinkled noisily with every movement as she followed them out of the prep area on all fours. Each inch forward deepened her humiliation. It was debasement in the basement, and from this new perspective, she truly began to feel what her captors had promised to make of her: a helpless, dependent, infantile girl.

The two men cooed softly in German, encouraging her, perhaps mocking her - Abi couldn’t tell. She tried to focus on the wider dungeon space. The far corners were dimly lit, but she could just about make out rough silhouettes: cruel-looking implements hanging from the walls, chains and ropes dangling from the ceiling. Her curiosity was interrupted as Daddy Tom suddenly approached.

“I think the stairs might be a bit much for you right now. Up you go, little one.”

Alarmed, Abi tried to scurry backward, but it was hopeless. In seconds, Daddy Tom had her under the arms and lifted her effortlessly to his chest. The experience was surreal. She couldn’t remember the last time anyone had physically picked her up.

Clearly, Daddy Tom’s size wasn’t from indulgence alone, this feat of strength shocked Abi. He shifted her easily, one large hand supporting her padded rear, the other wrapped securely around her back. Embarrassingly, her limbs instinctively latched on to him, arms around his neck, legs around his waist gripping for balance as she was carried.

 Over the big man’s shoulder, she saw Daddy Eli beaming, clutching the camcorder, eager to record yet another first.

Yes, she was slender for her age, but to be cradled and carried like this, up the stairs no less, brought the point home with crushing clarity. The disparity in strength between her and her captor was too much to overcome. She knew at that moment that any attempt to resort to violence would be a disaster as much as she wished it. There would be no fighting. No running. No chance of escape. That was the lesson - they wanted her to realise it.

There was nothing left but to wait.