The Padded Palace Act IV: Chapter 12
Exiting Latsha’s office, Connor knew exactly what to expect as three sets of eyes all bore down on him simultaneously. “Hey, girls,” he said, waving slyly in their direction. Not a single one of them responded with everyone waiting to hear what the result of Connor and Latasha’s meeting would be. The awkwardness was palpable but before he could elaborate further, he felt a hand press against his back ushering him forward.
“Get moving, girly. You’re not the only troublemaker I need to speak with today,” said Latasha, seeking to move Connor through the living room as quickly as possible.
Unfortunately, not all the girls were content with Connor’s immediate dismissal. Crossing her arms, Stacy stood up to block Connor and Latasha’s path. “Hold it,” she stated strictly, having yet to fully drop her newly adopted caregiver persona while still dressed in Latasha’s clothes, “I think the three of us have a right to know what’s happening.”
“Yeah! Connor still works here, right?” said Ellie, leaping to her feet to join Stacy. Going a step further, she took hold of Connor’s left forearm with both hands to ensure he was locked in place.
Even Riri couldn’t keep herself seated any longer, rising from her spot on the couch. Though, unlike Stacy and Ellie who moved to prevent Connor from leaving, she directly approached Latasha, “This really isn’t Connor’s fault. I don’t know what he already said but if I could talk to you about what happened for just three minutes, I think I can clear some stuff up.”
“Oh, of course, you wanna play tattle-tale,” mocked Stacy, finding it impossible to bite her tongue as her caustic gaze shifted from Latasha to Riri. In the back of her mind, she was aware of how unwise it was to dredge up their feud in front of Latasha. Be that as it may, she also knew that Riri was likely to throw her under the bus in Connor’s favor. It was all she could do to get out ahead.
Gritting her teeth, Riri could tell she was being baited into a conflict and, much like Stacy, knew it would only harm her image in Latasha’s eyes. That didn’t stop her from seeing red the moment Stacy lobbed yet another insult at her. In an instant, the frustration Riri had dealt with over the past 24 hours barreled down on her at once. Without so much as a half-second of forethought, she blurted out a simple but devastating, “Fuck you!”
Acting akin to the gunshot before a race, Riri’s impolite verbiage kickstarted a cacophony of shocked and angry voices all aiming to assert volumic dominance over the other. “G-Girls, please!” shouted Latasha in an unsuccessful effort to regain control of her house. Reaching her patience limit, she placed her thumb and forefinger to her lips.
WHIIIIIISTLE!
Latahsa’s shrill, high-pitched whistle blasted through the eardrums of everyone in earshot. “There. Much better,” she said, sighing harshly. This was precisely why she wanted to get Connor upstairs and out of sight as quickly as possible. She still had a lot of defusing to do. “Now, to answer your question: yes, Connor still works here. That was never in doubt. But that doesn’t mean your four are in the clear. I’ll be informing each of your Bigs about what happened, and I’m sure they’ll have words for you as well, Connor.”
Hanging his head, Connor’s gut twisted itself into knots as he imagined what a scolding from Carol and Martin would be like. It didn’t matter if Stacy and Ellie were the driving force behind last night’s mischief. It was his responsibility to keep a handle on the Padded Palace in Latasha’s stead. Suddenly, feelings of claustrophobia began to arise within him as he found himself surrounded by paddled Littles and stern Bigs on all sides. He clenched the fabric of his dress between tremulous hands. “Can I be excused?” he said abruptly, interrupting Latasha mid-lecture.
“Oh…um…sure,” said Latasha, stuttering as she picked up on the subtle panic in Connor’s voice. It was a similar type of distress to what she often heard Skye speak with in stressful situations. She gently rubbed his back as she nudged him forward, “Head on upstairs. I’ll check on you in a bit, okay?”
Nodding back at Latasha, it sank in for Connor how happy he was to have Latasha back.
No longer did he have to be the one in charge…well, the one who was supposed to be in charge anyway. Regardless, it was a realization that filled him with unrivaled relief as he again made his way toward the staircase.
Tragically, that momentary relief would fade the moment Connor made eye contact with Stacy. Recalling what Latasha had told him about Stacy’s career-ruining incident, he couldn’t help but look at her with empathetic sorrow. Everything from when she tore his bedroom apart and pried through his internet search history to the way she pushed him head-first into horny Little Space all made complete sense. There was so much he wanted to say to her but to do so would surely put Latasha in an uncomfortable position for telling him something so private.
Unfortunately, Connor needn’t say anything for Stacy to get the message. His mouth may have been sealed but his eyes and body language were too truthful. “Latasha told you, didn’t she?” she said, halting Connor mid-step. Scoffing and shaking her head bitterly, her eyes darted from person to person. Nothing but pity stared back at her, “Screw this.” Turning her back on the group, she stomped toward the front door and, with shaky hands, began undoing the locks.
“Stacy, wait!” said Latasha, rushing over to Stacy and placing a hand on the door to keep her from leaving, “Please don’t go. Look, I’m sorry I told him but after what happened yesterday-”
“Get out of my way,” stated Stacy flatly.
Undeterred by Stacy’s interruption, Latasha continued, “-he deserved to know. Please…I haven’t forgotten the promise I made you.”
A piercing silence hung over the Palace. Stacy wanted to leave. Goddess, did she want to leave? But she couldn’t. Not after everything Latasha and her had been through. Against her better judgment, she stubbornly released the doorknob before quietly returning to the couch.
From an outsider’s perspective, watching Stacy reclaim her spot on the sofa made little sense. As the newest resident of the Padded Palace, Connor's curious nature was sufficiently peaked. That didn’t mean he was about to let his curiosity get the better of him. He had enough common sense to keep his nosy thoughts to himself, especially amid such a sensitive situation.
“Pssst, Connor,” whispered Latasha, snapping Connor out of his zoned-out mental state, “I can handle things from here. Go on.” She gestured toward the stairs, reminding Connor of his initial goal.
Taking advantage of his escape opportunity, Connor slunk over to the staircase for the third and hopefully final time. “F-For what it’s worth, I had a fun weekend,” he said resolutely, waving goodbye to the girls as he made his way up to the second floor.
Not since the days of after-school sports had Connor felt so desperate for a shower. Between his first messy diaper and a full night of sweaty, sexual acts, he had no plans of exiting the bathroom for at least an hour.
THUD!
A sudden thump captured Connor’s attention as he neared the top of the staircase. Peaking upward, he caught a momentary glimpse of Skye’s back as she retreated into her bedroom and shut the door. So much had been going on that he had barely registered her absence. “Oh, Skye…” he muttered, contemplating a delay to his shower to check on his favorite skittish Little. Sadly, he was forced to toss that idea aside as he glanced down at himself. Addressing Skye in a silk nightie with a wet diaper underneath probably wasn’t wise. If anything, his current wardrobe was the reason she bolted from him in the first place. Entering his bedroom, he decided to hold off on confronting Skye until his appearance befitted that of a caregiver.
“UGggggH!” groaned Connor as he rested his eyelids and leaned against his bedroom door. Sanctuary. His social battery was completely drained by this point, something he had largely ignored up until now. He chuckled as an idle thought pushed through to the forefront of his mind, compelling him to mumble, “I no wanna be Big no mo.” He wasn’t sure how much he meant those words but they filled his tummy with butterflies nevertheless.
Opening his eyes to the sight of his ultra-plush bed, Connor knew he needed to get ready for his shower but considering the fact he had slept in a crooked position between two restless babs for barely six hours, it was too tempting to resist. Too weak to disregard his own desires, he flopped onto his mattress, sighing as the pressure on his shoulders and spine melted away. His satin sheets had never felt so smooth and buttery as he scooted to the middle of the bed, stretched his limbs wide, and let his head sink between a pair of fluffy pillows. A blissful smirk befell his face whilst his fingers traced the lush duvet. He had little aspiration to get up ever again.
THROB!
Blush filled Connor’s cheeks as the sensation of having his body encased in so many sensual fabrics caused the front of his sopping nappy to stretch. It was an unintentional bodily reaction that left his overworked penis aching with every pulse. “Haven’t you had enough,” he said, lamenting the state of his engorged cock via mockery. He didn’t want to be horny anymore, and he’d certainly had his fill of diaper-loving shenanigans to last a lifetime…and yet, he could feel his brain turning to baby mush as his right hand drifted toward his satin-covered padding. Perhaps he was too exhausted to resist anymore or maybe he had merely succumbed to his ABDL fetish but as he rested his fingers atop his squishy pamper, the need to do something about his engorged state exploded beyond his control.
TO BE CONTINUED…