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The Party Sub
🕑 Added 2021-08-31 16:19:14 +0000 UTC“But I don’t want to be at the party!” Jamie groaned, “All it’d take is a snap of my fingers and I could be somewhere else anyway.”
From the doorway of their kitchen, Lilah chuckled. “We both know that you won’t go anywhere though, don’t we?”
With a huff he slumped into his seat, looking down at his shortalls and the bulge of his diaper underneath them. The plastic shell crinkled loudly, reminding him of who was really in control between the two of them. "No..." Jamie said quietly to himself
A knock at the door interrupted the conversation suddenly and Jamie pushed himself up from his seat to try to slink off to their room while his girlfriend opened the door. He’d at least need to change into something to hide the obvious diaper bulge. He preferred some clothes that looked appropriate for someone over 4 years old.
However, he heard Lilah call out from the kitchen. “Would you get the door Jamie?” she asked.
He groaned at the ruination of his plan and pulled open the door, putting on a smiling face and greeting each of her friends. Tonight he’d play the good boy to avoid punishment rather than being his usually bratty self. “Maybe I’ll even earn a reward…” he thought, thinking about release from his helpless caged state.
Almost a full hour later Lilah and her friends were chatting in the living room’s sitting area laughing and joking with each other while Jamie sat off to one side, hoping to avoid the attention of the group.
He wouldn’t be so lucky as the conversation in the room turned to the subs of the various guests. Jamie realized he was the only submissive chum in a group of dominant sharks and it was time for a feeding frenzy.
Lilah had let all of her friends brag about their subs only to finally get a chance to speak and make a bold statement, “I have the finest sub there is I think, he comes with bonuses.”
The group around her murmured and she gestured for Jamie to stand. He obeyed hesitantly.
“As you can see he’s absolutely adorable to dress up: shortalls, a striped shirt, and a thick diaper make such a cute combo.” she said, punctuating her statement by cupping the crotch of his padding between his thighs, “I think the final touch this look needs is a pacifier. Where is your paci Jamie?”
Already the sub was blushing bright red and gasping a little, but he got the message when he felt Lilah’s hand squeeze the plastic cage through his padding, wanting to show him off. With a snap of his fingers, he altered the fabric of the universe at his dom’s command just to materialize a black and white pacifier in his mouth.
The other four party goer’s gasped at the sudden magic.
“Goodness!” one of them exclaimed, “He can do that? At your command?”
“Absolutely,” Lilah said, “Little Jamie here can do anything as long as I give him permission–he likes to listen to his mommy doesn’t he?”
Jamie turned away, his face burning redder “Yesh Mommy,” he murmured behind the pacifier.
“Why don’t you show them the other part of your outfit, that little restraint you have.” she ordered.
Jamie’s eyes went wide and he shook his head no but this earned him a light swat on the behind.
“Go on,” Lilah said, pushing him forward.
He reached for the snaps of his shortalls only to earn another swat. “No no,” Lilah said, “You know better than to take off your own diaper anyway, just give our guests a little viewing window.”
Jamie nodded and shakily snapped his fingers again, turning the front of his pants and diaper invisible to show off his pink chastity cage nestled in the padding.
“Oh, I think I see a little leakage from the tip there,” another guest noted, “looks like someone might be a little pent up.”
Jamie nodded. Not only was Lilah’s touch making him go wild, but the number of people seeing his shame and commenting on it triggered his submissive responses. He could blush and fidget all he wanted because internally, he loved every ounce of humiliating attention he received.
Meanwhile, Lilah explained how it’d been almost a month since Jamie had begun acting so bratty that he’d not earned the right to release in all that time. There was more cooing from the gallery of guests as they continued the night.
Eventually, the drinks started to run out and Lilah had a brilliant idea. She whispered something into Jamie’s ear and he stood nervously snapping his fingers once again. This brought all the attention to him as his shortalls morphed into a skimpy maid outfit with a skirt that could never hope to cover the massive padding wrapped around his waist.
He walked around to each guest one by one and offered to take their glass with a shaky “Can I refill your drink?”
“Well thank you Jamie.”
“My what a cute little maid, of course.”
“Oh only if I get to see that diapered rump wiggle when you walk away.”
“Please I’d love a new drink from such a cutie.” The last one pinched his thigh as he took the glass causing him to jump and drop the myriad of glasses on the floor.
Immediately he bent over to pick them up, exposing his rump to the group, the skirt fully tilted upward to show off the diaper. It was embarrassing, but he didn't care . Jamie was giving the guests a show for his own embarrassment now. It was there with all five doms looking at his bottom that he heard it–the trigger phrase him and Lilah had set up previously.
“Whoops,” she said, “looks like someone made a Messy-Wessy.”
This activated the innate spell that Jamie had placed within himself. At Lilah’s command his body filled and released automatically, depositing soft mush into his diaper in a cacophony of lewd noises. The beauty of the spell was that he had no control, his body letting loose a torrent that filled the back of his nappy with a growing mound of semi-solid mush.
Jamie was lost in a euphoria of embarrassment, his body’s natural movement sending twitches through his limbs while his privates strained against the cage. He was left a gasping mess in the middle of the sitting area, his diaper now stinky and sagging heavily.
Jeers of how babyish he was came from behind, as the group of doms laughed about his accident, thoroughly enjoying the show.
“For someone so well disciplined it seems like he can’t control his bowels.”
“Figures someone with so much power would have such a powerful smell!”
“Awww the little cutie packs his pampers like a champ…”
From behind Lilah stepped forward, placing her hand on the diaper and feeling the heat of Jamie’s mess radiating through the plastic. He looked up to her with his tongue out, still panting from the euphoric sensations to see her pleased smile.
“That’s all true,” she said, “he’s the best little diapered plaything I could ever have asked for.”
