A commission for @Randall of his husband/wife DDLG couple, Lily and Kaeden. This one included a story add-on, which, thanks to CubHub's features, I am able to post here in its entirety! Please note that all characters in the scene are consenting adults.

Lily always liked it when she and Kaeden had their friends over for house parties. This one was a little different though, and she wasn’t sure how she felt about it - no, actually, she was pretty sure; she was flustered and embarrassed. It was one thing for her friends to know about the daddy-dom/little-girl side of her relationship with Kaeden - no one in their circles was particularly straight-laced; most of them were pretty kinky in their own right - but having it put on full display in front of all of them was something else entirely, especially with her being given no say in the matter. Worse, she had lost her pants privileges for balking about it, which she suspected was precisely why Kaeden had teased her about it in the first place: he wanted to rile her so that she’d get angry so he could punish her.

It was silly - their sexual games always were. Any kind of kink relationship involved some type of roleplay, but the part that no one really talked about was the fact that people ended up being “forced” into so many things that they actually did willingly, even if they’d never admit it. Was it fair for Kaeden to punish her for a fight that he had deliberately started? Of course not, but what difference did it make? If she hated the humiliation that much, she could have ended it. They had a safeword. Even if she didn’t use the safeword, Kaeden knew her well enough to tell the difference between “kink upset” and “real upset.” Even so, the thought of getting out of it never even occurred to her.

She was secure in her playpen, with her teddy bear on the floor of the pen in front of her. Her face was flushed, but weirdly, the humiliation of being in the middle of everyone - her pink diaper on full display for all of their friends - was starting to fade a little bit. It was easy to get accustomed to it when she wasn’t the center of attention. All of their friends were just doing their own thing: sitting on the couch watching the football game, chatting in the kitchen while the seven-layer bean dip was cooking. None of them really seemed to be paying attention to her, but every so often someone would look in her direction with a puckish grin, and that brought the heat right back into her cheeks.

Every time she saw those mischievous smiles, it made her self-conscious again. She looked down at her diaper. It wasn’t wet yet - well, it was, but not visibly so. Those eyes on her made her feel embarrassed, but she knew she would endure it, and part of it was because even if she would never have admitted it even to herself, she knew that the wetness in her diaper had nothing at all to do with her bladder, and that thought only made her feel even more embarrassed, which… only made her more wet. It was a feedback loop of ever-increasing sexual energy, stoked even further by the fact that she knew that when the party was over and she and Kaeden retired to the bedroom, the sex would be glorious. It always was, after a scene like this.

Kaeden would be very good at maintaining his composure during the party; he never had any difficulty remaining stoic when the situation called for it, but she knew that her being in this predicament was getting him just as pent-up as she was. That was part of the reason she let herself get into these scenes in the first place. She knew it got her husband all wound up, and in a way, that was some small form of petty revenge for the embarrassment - the fact that it made the sex that much better didn’t hurt either. No one willingly maintained this kind of relationship if they didn’t get something out of it, after all. Intellectually, Lily knew all of that, but none of it did anything to lessen the heat in her face.

What made this scene all the more humiliating, however, was something she spied out of the corner of her eye. Sitting on the floor just in front of the playpen was a whole set of changing supplies: a fresh pink diaper that matched the one she was currently wearing, a canister of baby powder, and a pack of wet wipes. It was clear that Kaeden intended to change her diaper there on the floor, in front of everyone, but that wasn’t the worst of it. The worst of it was the empty, open foil blister-pack sitting next to the changing supplies. She shied away from that as if it were a venomous snake, and also the pharmaceutical box next to it from whence it had come. She knew the label by heart - any time any kind of substance was used in their scenes, she and Kaeden always made it a point to read all the labels - but she didn’t want to look at it: “MedCo Laxative Suppository.”

Once again, Kaeden had insisted on that before she had gotten into the playpen. When he had changed her into this diaper for the party, the bargain had been that he wouldn’t change her in front of everyone, but the next change would be happening whenever it was needed, whether the party was over by then or not. And as usual, he didn’t fight fair. She had felt him put that suppository in her before he had put this diaper on her, and she already felt the pressure building.

She could hold it back for a while - these suppositories were “fast acting,” but that could mean anything between fifteen minutes and two hours. Eventually she wouldn’t be able to hold it any longer, but she still held on to some hope that maybe the party would be over before the inevitable happened. It was still embarrassing, but maybe she could at least hold on to some of her dignity. Lily looked over at the TV to see what was going on in the game - only the first quarter; her hopes of the party ending any time soon were dashed. She squirmed a little bit, standing up from her sitting position in hopes that being on her feet would help her hold it in a short while longer.

It was futile, and she very well knew it, but she was stubborn and always had been. That was probably part of what made this game fun for Kaeden. Putting her in situations where no amount of stubbornness could change the outcome was, for her, the most dominant thing he could possibly do. It made her want to cry in frustration. It made her want to scream at him. It made her want to cum.

There was more pressure building, and every breath was making it more and more difficult to hold it in. She knew it wouldn’t be long now, but she tried to stave it off anyway. Maybe if she could hold on long enough, she could be discreet enough that Kaeden wouldn’t notice right away. A small hope, but sometimes that was all she could do when he put her into these kind of circumstances. It was infuriating. It was arousing. She put her hands on her belly, as if she could somehow transfer the pressure into her arms. Small hope. None at all, really, but the only way she could get through these scenes was to tell herself these little white lies. Otherwise, she would tap out and use the safeword - she’d had to do that a few times when this dynamic had first become a part of her relationship, but by this time, no matter how infuriating or frustrating the scene became, the thought of using the safeword simply wasn’t something she contemplated. Instead, she’d learned to cope by offering herself these small, fantastic hopes.

Even that small hope faded mercilessly away when she saw Kaeden appear in the doorway of the kitchen and lean against it, a beer in his hand and a grin on his face. He knew exactly what was happening, since he was directly responsible for it, and of course, he was going to relish in it. She looked up at him with a frustrated, blushing face. Would he call out and get everyone else’s attention so they would watch? She doubted it - that would have been needlessly cruel, even in this context; the truth was, however, that it made very little difference. Her tail flagged, and there was nothing else to hold it all back. She knew to her bones that in the end, what Daddy wanted, Daddy always got. He was going to end up changing her messy diaper in front of everyone - and that meant that first, all of their closest friends were going to see her squat, then whimper, and then helplessly fill her diaper like a toddler, and there was nothing she could do to stop it.

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