The Padded Palace Act IV: Chapter 10
“Hmmm…” grumbled Stacy, standing in front of Latasha’s bathroom mirror and holding a white and purple polka dot dress to her body. A disappointing scowl imprinted itself on her face as she placed her arms under her boobs and squished them together to inflate their proportions. It was just her luck that Latasha loved wearing attire made to show off her curvaceous features. Not only did she fail to equal Latasha’s bust but she couldn’t even settle with a pair of jeans unless she added another two or three Megamaxes to fill out her derriere. Certainly, a tempting idea but not one that would leave her feeling very Big.
Exiting the bathroom, Stacy tossed the dress atop a pile of other prospective outfits and returned to the closet for her next selection. Nearly half of Latasha’s closet now lay atop the rumpled bed sheets; a scene that wasn’t a far cry from the times she had raided the nursery wardrobe during one of her famous dress-up games. As such, her options were thinning down fast, with what remained existing beyond the typical kinds of clothing she would consider “her style.”
Desperate to find anything that would suit her petite frame, Stacy pulled out a green wrap dress with yellow and white flowers scattered across it. Green was a color she often avoided due to how sickly pale it tended to make her skin appear. Sure enough, as she held it against her body, the same effect was plainly visible but beggars couldn’t be choosers. Tightening the wrap dress around her modest C-cups, she tied the matching belt behind her back and proceeded to examine her reflection. It wasn’t her best look but she definitely had the air of a caregiver thanks to the way the dress lengthened her figure. The flowy fabric also had the added bonus of disguising the plastic nappy she was wearing to such a degree that she wondered how often Latasha had padded up without detection.
The foundation of a devious scheme to expose Latasha’s Little secret suddenly began to form in Stacy’s head. All she’d need to do was wait for the next time the Queen of the Padded Palace decided to pamper herself for her chance to pounce. Surely, anyone naughty enough to parade around as a Big while dawning a diaper under their adult clothing was begging to be forcibly knocked down a peg. She slipped her thumbnail between her teeth and chewed on it as dozens of horny musings circulated her wicked mind. If everything went according to plan, this palace would have a new Queen before the week was out.
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The familiar sight of painted, wooden beams stretching up toward the ceiling greeted Connor as he awoke to the rhythmic sound of Ellie snoring next to his ear. It was a serene way to start the day; one that left him struggling to want to sit up. Having slept hard, he couldn’t escape the glossy sheen fogging his vision. He snickered softly to avoid waking his cribmates, acknowledging internally how Little and blushy his fuzzy eyesight made him feel.
Still, Connor knew he couldn’t lie in bed all morning. Everyone’s Bigs would be arriving soon, and he needed to get back into his boy clothes before then. Pondering how long he slept considering his alarm had yet to go off, he dug through the blankets for his phone only to find it devoid of any battery. He rolled his eyes, tethering the pleasant memories of scrolling through DeviantArt with Riri to his lifeless cellphone.
Knowing it would be dangerous to nod off again without an alarm to wake him, Connor resigned himself to his fate and attempted to sit forward. Unfortunately, Ellie’s tendency to sleep snuggle had ensnared him much as she had while watching the movie last night. A lone arm rested along his lower rib cage, locking him to the mattress like a seat belt.
Twinge!
By this point, the notion of biting the bullet and waking Ellie was becoming more appealing by the second, especially once Connor’s full bladder decided to make its presence known. Preparing to grab onto Ellie’s wrist, he paused as the idea of wetting his diaper while lying in a crib sandwiched between two girls entered his groggy noggin. The thought had his heart racing, making it even harder to lie still and causing his Morning wood to stir. An air of naughty mischief surrounded him as he closed his eyes and tensed his midsection.
Grunting softly with his mouth clamped shut, Connor realized that the act of peeing while prone on his back was far easier said than done. Given how rarely he used his diaper while standing or seated, this was a more advanced feat than he had initially anticipated. It was as if there was a tiny cork stuffed down his urethra that refused to let more than a few droplets through at a time. Scrunching his eyes tightly, he strained to expel as much urine from his body as possible until the pain in his gut was too much to hold on any longer. He repeated this process several times, edging closer and closer to pissing every time. “C’mon,” he muttered silently, gritting his teeth as he repressurized his aching bladder.
hsss…hsss…hssssssss!
Exhaling shakily, Connor’s midsection relaxed somewhat as he began to saturate his padding in a night’s worth of pee. He wasn’t able to squeeze out much with his stream dissipating mere seconds after it kicked off, but it was a moral victory, nevertheless. As he caught his breath, he shifted the hand onto his diaper front, feeling its dim warmth from beneath his satin nightie. He quietly kneaded the damp wadding between his thighs, reveling in the euphoria of horny Little Space.
CLICK!
All of a sudden, Connor’s fun was cut immediately short by the faint sound of the front door unlocking. Who the heck was trying to get into the house?! The only other person besides himself who should’ve had a key was Latasha, and she was supposed to be several hours away from here. Did Latasha leave a key with one of the other Bigs? It was hard to believe that Martin, Mal, or Carol would barge into the Padded Palace without at least attempting to knock. Regardless of who it was, he didn’t have time to leap out of the crib before whoever was at the door got inside. Tugging the blanket up as far as Ellie’s arm would permit, he buried his face beneath the covers. Regrettably, the fuzzy comforter only reached his forehead, leaving his shaggy bedhead visible. Unbeknownst to him, by yanking the blankets toward his head, he inadvertently exposed his lightly wetted nappy.
Listening intently from beneath the covers, Connor’s browline furrowed as he concentrated on the pitter-patter of excitable footsteps beelining from the front door to the nursery before coming to an abrupt stop. He could tell right away that these weren’t the steps of a Big. They were far too flat-footed and uncoordinated. The mystery of it all was aggravating.
However, just as Connor was about to sneak a peek, he heard the unknown intruder turn heel and spirit back to the door. Moments later, he swore he could make out a pair of feminine voices speaking outside but it was too far away to tell who it was or what they were saying. Taking advantage of the opportunity, he scrunched the blanket away from his eyes and craned his neck upward hoping to glimpse through the doorway. His efforts would prove futile as a second set of footsteps, far more imposing than the first, forced him back under the sheets.
“Connor? Girls?”
There was no mistaking that voice. Connor’s jaw shuddered as he let out a subdued gasp. Why was Latasha back already?! Unless he’d been in a coma for over 24 hours, Latasha and Skye shouldn’t have been home until late Sunday evening. Sealing his eyelids, he prayed for this all to be some vivid fever dream that he would soon awaken from. To his extreme dismay, Latasha’s next words only confirmed how real all of this was, “What the f-”
“Latasha?!”
Arriving at the bottom of the staircase, Stacy had been completely oblivious to Latasha and Skye’s return up until now. Clad in Latasha’s favorite green dress and harboring a fresh Megamax from Latasha’s stash underneath, she forced a smile upon her face, “I-I didn’t think you’d be home so soon! Uhh…surprise?”
Unable to withstand feigning slumber for another second, Connor tossed Ellie’s arm away from his body with reckless abandon and sat up. If anyone was going to explain what was happening, he wanted to be damn sure it was him and not Stacy. Sadly, as he opened his mouth to speak, he failed to emit even the smallest of squeaks as Latasha glared deep into his retinas.
“Ugh! Wuhs time izit?” said Ellie, her eyelids prying themselves open, only to go completely wide as she found herself caught in the middle of a caregiver standoff, “Uh oh…”
A wave of nausea overcame Latasha as she gave herself whiplash swiveling between Little Connor and Big Stacy. It was as if she were standing in an alternate reality version of the Padded Palace. Taking a few seconds to process the bizarre scene she had walked in on, she threaded her fingers together and pressed both pointer fingers to her lips, “Someone had better start talking…right now…”
TO BE CONTINUED…