The Park Playdate: A Sissy’s Public Shame (Part 2)

(Part 1) “This is so embarrassing,” Lucas muttered under his breath.
“Shh, it’s okay,” Brenda whispered, her hands gentle as she removed his jeans and underwear. “Just think of it as a safety measure. You’ll feel so much better once this is done.”
Lucas bit his lip, feeling the cool air hit his skin. Brenda unfolded the diaper and placed it beneath him, her movements practiced and efficient. She lifted his hips slightly and secured the sides, smiling reassuringly when she was done.
“There, all set,” she said, helping him back into his jeans. “You’re good to go.”
Lucas couldn’t help but feel a mix of relief and humiliation. He wiggled around, already loving the feel of having a diaper on again.
“Let’s get out there and enjoy the park,” Brenda said cheerfully, opening the car door.
They walked toward the playground, Lucas doing his best to walk normally with the diaper bulging between his legs. They spent some time on the swings. Brenda pushed him gently as he forgot about the diaper and simply enjoyed himself.
“Higher, Brenda, higher!” he called out, letting his little side come out to play.
But as the swing reached its peak, Lucas suddenly felt wet warmth spread across the front of his diaper. Oh no, not again, he thought frantically. He was supposed to be a big boy, diaper or not! He clenched his muscles, trying to hold on, but it was useless. The wetness spread further through his diaper, and he froze, his heart pounding in his chest.
“Uh, Brenda,” he stammered, his voice cracking. “I… I think we need to go.”
Brenda immediately stopped pushing and looked at him, concern etched on her face. “Did you have an accident?”
Lucas nodded, unable to meet her gaze. “I’m sorry… I couldn’t help it.”
“Don’t apologize,” she said softly, grabbing his hand. “Come on, let’s get you cleaned up.”
They hurried back to the car, Brenda practically dragging Lucas along. Once inside, she rummaged through the bag, her fingers searching for the spare diapers.
“Got it!” she exclaimed, pulling out a fresh diaper. “Let’s get you changed.”
Lucas stripped off his wet jeans and lay awkwardly in the backseat as Brenda worked quickly to replace the soiled diaper. She wiped him down thoroughly, her touch both firm and gentle, before securing the new diaper in place.
“There we go,” she said, stepping back to admire her work. “All dry and clean.”
Lucas looked down at the new diaper, a sense of inevitability settling over him. “Maybe… Maybe I should just wear these all the time when we go out,” he said quietly.
Brenda paused, considering his words. “If that’s what makes you comfortable, then yes, I think that’s a good idea.”
Lucas nodded, feeling a strange mix of relief and shame. “Okay… I’ll do it.”
Brenda smiled, her eyes warm with understanding. “Good. Now, how about we try the slides this time?” Does that sound fun to you? Call and tell me your fantasy, I want to hear all the details!

Aunt Brenda

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