Public Outing with An Embarrassed Husband (part 1)

The sun was setting, casting a golden hue over the park as families gathered for their evening strolls. Children ran around, laughing and playing, while parents chatted amiably under the shade of ancient oak trees. It was a scene of idyllic tranquility, save for one corner where the air seemed to crackle with tension.
“And this absolute infant is my husband…” The voice, smooth and dripping with disdain, cut through the peaceful murmur of the park like a knife. Heads turned in unison, eyes narrowing with curiosity and disapproval.
She stood tall, her posture regal, dressed in a tailored black dress that hugged her curves perfectly. Her auburn hair cascaded down her back in loose waves, catching the light. She looked every bit the confident, unapologetic woman she was, and yet… there was something off about her demeanor, something almost cruel in how she smirked as she gestured to the squirming feminine-looking man in the stroller beside her.
“He was never my equal, and this suits him far better.” Her tone was saccharine sweet, her words dripping with mockery.
The man in question—or rather, the “infant” she referred to—was a sight to behold. He wore a pretty pink dress that was clearly too short for his frame, barely covering the top half of his swollen and full pink diapers. His face was flushed with humiliation, tears welling up in his wide, doe-like eyes as he tearfully whimpered up at the two women standing before him.
One of the women, a petite brunette with glasses, raised an eyebrow, her lips curling into a sly smile. “Well, aren’t you just the most pathetic little thing,” she drawled, crossing her arms over her chest. “What do you think we should do with him, Alice? Maybe let the whole park see what a failure he really is?”
Alice, the silver-haired woman, chuckled softly, a sinister glint in her eye. “Oh, I have a few ideas, don’t worry.” She leaned down, her face inches from the man’s, her breath warm against his skin. “Isn’t that right, darling?”
The man could only nod, his lower lip trembling as he fought back more tears. He knew better than to argue; he’d been put in his place too many times to count. But still, the humiliation stung, especially in front of all these strangers who were now openly staring at him.
“Stand up,” Alice commanded, her voice cold and sharp. The man hesitated, glancing around nervously, but when Alice’s hand grabbed his arm, he quickly complied. With a grunt, he struggled to his feet, the too-short dress riding up even higher on his thighs, revealing more of his bulky diaper.
The brunette clapped her hands together, her eyes gleaming with amusement. “Perfect! Now, how about a little game?” She glanced around, noting the growing number of onlookers gathered to gawk at the spectacle. “Let’s see how long he can last without wetting himself. What do you say, Alice?”
Alice’s grin widened, and she gave the man a gentle, patronizing pat on the head. “Oh, I think he’ll manage just fine. Won’t you, sweetheart?” Click right here to read what happens next!

Aunt Brenda

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