The Big Game - Part 2 (Patreon)

She'd barely even gotten started, however, when the doorbell rang. She jumped at the sound, watching her husband go to answer it as she frantically continued tossing toys into the playpen. Surely it wasn't his guests... They couldn't be here this early... Then again, she thought, he had been asking her to clean up for quite a while now...

"I'm sorry, I thought you said now..."

Belyn rolled her eyes as she heard Justine's voice coming down the hallway. She was Aaron's best friend, for some reason... For a while, Belyn had been sure Justine was going to try to steal Aaron away from her, but she claimed not to see him that way. Belyn really hoped she would go away until the party actually started, but she heard their voices approaching, and, a moment later, both of them stepped into the living room, Justine lugging a couple shopping bags. "Oh, hi, there, Bell," she smirked. 

She was the only other person who had seen her this way already, since one of the times she'd been punished was for pretending to be sick to try to keep Justine from coming over for dinner one night; instead, she'd gotten her temperature taken rectally, a diaper, and a whole night of the woman making jokes about her, and how well her new wardrobe suited her.

"Be polite, Belyn," she was urged when she'd just ignored her and went back to working.

She sighed and turned around, barely keeping from rolling her eyes. "Hi, Justine," she huffed, before going back to her cleaning.

"Actually," Justine spoke up, "I think you should call me Auntie Justine... We're obviously not on equal footing right now, considering I can actually keep my pants dry and all..."

"I can too!" Belyn stomped her foot.

"Considering the number of diapers I've changed over the past few days, I think that might be a good idea," Aaron stepped in, unsurprisingly taking Justine's side. "Remember, your punishment isn't just wearing diapers, it's being a child, and most children don't call grown-ups by their first names, do they?"

"Fine!" This time, Belyn couldn't stop her eye roll. "Hi, Auntie Justine... Now, can I get back to this?!"

"I'm sorry, she's cranky today," Aaron apologized.

"It's fine," Justine told him. "She's probably thirsty... It looks like she's been busy, considering how messy her toys were last time I saw her."

"She still has a lot left to do," Aaron said pointedly, "but you may be right. You want something, too?"

"Oh, I can get it," Justine replied. "Besides, I've gotta put this stuff in the fridge, anyway, since the party isn't starting yet." She lifted the bags she was carrying, then headed towards the kitchen. She returned a couple minutes later with three bottles, passing one to Aaron, keeping one for herself, and shoving one into Belyn's hands. 

The two guys got glass beer bottles; Belyn, however, was given a baby bottle full of apple juice. She stared at it, dumbfounded, while Justine chortled. "I found that and thought it was perfect for little Bell."

"I'm not drinking this!" Belyn shook her head.

"Yes, you are," Aaron corrected her. "And you're going to thank your Auntie Justine for the present, too." His tone was serious, enough to worry Belyn that, if she didn't do as she was told, she may be in for a spanking.

"Thanks, Auntie Justine," she sighed.

"Good girl," Aaron said. "Now, take a break and drink your bottle."

She did as she was told, though she couldn't resist sticking her tongue out at Justine when Aaron was looking away.