Public Outing with An Embarrassed Husband (part 2)

(part 1) The man’s heart pounded in his chest as he tried to keep his composure, but the weight of the stares bore down on him, making it difficult to breathe. He could feel the pressure building in his bladder, the urge to relieve himself growing stronger by the second.
Alice’s fingers trailed down his cheek, lingering on his chin as she tilted his head to meet her gaze. “You know what happens if you disobey, don’t you?” Her voice was soft, almost hypnotic, but the threat was clear.
The man nodded quickly, swallowing hard as he tried to focus on anything other than the desperate need to pee. His eyes darted around, landing on the crowd of onlookers now murmuring amongst themselves, some with disgust, others with amusement. He felt naked, exposed, and utterly humiliated.
“Good boy,” Alice cooed, giving him a slight, approving nod. “Now, why don’t you show everyone what a good little baby you are?”
The man’s cheeks burned with shame as he forced himself to take a step forward, his legs shaking uncontrollably. The fabric of his dress clung tightly to his hips, accentuating his diaper bulge, and he could feel the eyes of the crowd boring into him, dissecting every inch of his pitiful form.
“That’s it,” Alice encouraged, her voice soothing yet mocking. “Show them how obedient you can be.”
The man took another step, his breath coming in shallow gasps as he willed to stay dry. But the longer he stood there, the harder it became to ignore the constant pressure in his bladder. He could feel the dampness seeping into his diaper. This slow but inevitable progression made his entire body tense with anxiety.
“Look at him,” the brunette said, her voice filled with glee. “He’s practically begging for it!”
Alice laughed, a sound that sent shivers down the man’s spine. “I think our little baby is starting to lose control,” she observed, her eyes sparkling with cruel delight. “Isn’t that right, honey?”
The man whimpered, his resolve crumbling as he finally gave in to the overwhelming need. A small trickle escaped, followed by a steady stream that soaked through his diaper, causing it to swell even further. The warmth spread around his bottom, the sensation both relieving and mortifying.
Alice clapped her hands together, her expression one of pure satisfaction. “There we go! Isn’t that just adorable?” She turned to the crowd, her voice loud and clear. “Everyone, look at this precious little thing! He couldn’t hold it any longer!”
The crowd erupted in laughter and applause, the sound reverberating in the man’s ears as he stood there, utterly defeated. His face was crimson, his body trembling with shame as he accepted his fate. He was nothing more than a spectacle, an object of ridicule for everyone to enjoy.
“On your knees,” Alice commanded, her tone leaving no room for argument. The man obeyed immediately, sinking to the ground with a heavy, defeated sigh. His dress bunched around his waist, exposing his now sagging diaper to the world.
The brunette knelt down beside him, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “Guess what comes next?” she teased, her fingers tracing the edge of his diaper. “Time for a change, baby boy.”
The man closed his eyes, his body limp as he prepared for whatever came next. He was beyond caring, beyond feeling—all that mattered was the relentless cycle of humiliation that awaited him.

Aunt Brenda

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