The Padded Palace Act IV: Chapter 15
“Someone had better start talking…right now…”
Clutching the hip of Latasha’s sleeve as she trailed behind her, Skye had never felt so nervous to enter the Padded Palace’s nursery as she did when returning from CrissCon. A million different thoughts zoomed past the forefront of her mind with the vast majority pertaining to Connor’s current state of dress. Dawning the powder blue nightie that Latasha gifted her for Christmas a few years ago, it was almost impossible to recognize her caregiver beneath the silken outfit and heavy layer of makeup. None of it felt real.
“L-Latasha, let me-OOF!” said Connor, attempting to climb to his feet only for the pillowy mattress to tug him back down. It was as if the crib refused to let him go.
Startled awake by the weight of Connor’s body careening into the bed beside her, Riri finally joined the rest of her Padded Palace peers in consciousness. “Connow? Wuhs goin’…oh, Goddess no,” she said, immediately breaking from groggy Little Space as she caught sight of Latasha and Skye. Being under the assumption that the nursery’s matriarch wasn’t supposed to be back until late Sunday afternoon, her immature brain was left to draw the only conclusion it could, “DID WE SLEEP FOR TWO DAYS?!”
Raising her hand, Stacy was quick to piggyback off Riri’s realization. “No, ya dork! It’s still Saturday. Which begs the question, why exactly aren’t you both at CrissCon?” she said, curious as to what could’ve caused such an abrupt return home.
“Nuh-uh! You’re not changing the subject,” said Latasha, refusing to let Stacy control the conversation while simultaneously deflecting any mention of CrissCon. Turning to confront Stacy directly, she was once again caught off guard by her grown-up transformation. From her perspective, she had only seen Stacy out of cutesy ABDL clothes twice in her entire life, and neither time was she wearing anything remotely like this, “For Pete’s sake, I just bought that dress.” Rage bubbled beneath the surface of her calm exterior. Connor losing control of the Padded Palace was one thing but that dress was Dior. She vigorously pointed to the living room, unintentionally ripping her sleeve away from Skye, “Everyone. Living room. One minute.”
Losing her grip on the one thing keeping her grounded, Skye could no longer withstand the pressure of her beloved nursery. Pushing past Latsha and Stacy, she sprinted upstairs for the safety of her bedroom as fast as her wobbly legs would allow.
“Skye!” cried Latasha, her voice unable to keep up with Skye’s running speed. On top of everything, a tantrum from Skye was the last thing she needed. It wasn’t like she wanted to let Skye run off alone. If anything, comforting would be far more preferable than dealing with the fallout of Connor’s wild weekend. However, she also knew Skye wasn’t going anywhere, while the other girls would be headed back to their respective homes as soon as she got ahold of their Bigs. As much as she wanted to kick her responsibility as the owner of the Padded Palace down the road, she couldn’t ignore what she’d seen, nor could she trust Connor to handle this for her. It pained her to shuffle Skye to the back burner but what choice did she have? She aggressively returned her attention to the group at large, “Did I stutter? March!”
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Buried beneath a hefty layer of stuffies and pillows, Skye awoke to the familiar sensation of dried tears sticking to her cheeks. She hated crying herself to sleep, especially when her unrelenting anxiety was the primary cause. Recognizing she must’ve passed out after barricading herself in her room, she cautiously poked her head out from the swath of fuzzy friends surrounding her, relieved and disheartened to find no one had come for her yet. It was a bizarre dichotomy that left her both craving and abhorring isolation.
Regardless of which Skye desired more, it was difficult for an ADHD-riddled Little not to grow bored with no one around and nothing to do. Her diaper sagged close to her knees as she shuffled out of her open crib and quietly exited her room into the hallway, silently hoping that Stacy, Riri, and Ellie had already been picked up while she slept. To her dismay, at least two of the three were still present as she saw Riri and Stacy through the staircase’s banister, neither of whom were talking whatsoever. Moreover, her Mommy was nowhere in sight, who was just about the only person in the world she wanted to see right now.
Neither was Connor, for that matter, though Skye knew for a fact she wasn’t ready to face him yet. The image of a sissified and thickly padded Connor had branded itself in her brain, presenting itself prominently whenever she closed her eyes for longer than a few seconds. Before her trip to CrissCon, her experience interacting with sissy babies had been mostly in passing at other ABDL gatherings. Memories of her time spent playing with Jessy at the convention collided with her new perception of Connor as the making of a horny fantasy began forming in her pervy head; a fantasy that would see Connor as submissively sissified as Jessy was.
Curling her lips inward, it took no time for Skye to melt over the half-baked concept of a crossdressing Connor bumping diapers with her. What would it feel like to sit on such a stiffly pointed diaper? To have its plush tip thrusting against her mushy seat? To press her nose against a soft, yet turgid center? Perhaps a domineering Daddy wasn’t what she needed, after all. Perhaps all she ever needed was a proper playmate.
CREAK!
Lost within the haze of her lurid daydream, Skye's fidgety arousal caused her foot to accidentally shift atop the staircase’s squeaky center, resulting in an ear-piercing noise that drew both Stacy and Riri’s eyes. Deep crimson burned brightly in her cheeks as the heat of her naughty musings combined with the embarrassment of being caught while spying. Her eyes darted between her friends’ puzzled and concerned expressions momentarily, mentally debating her next step. Unsurprisingly, that step would be in the direction of her bedroom as she sought to flee from the scene of her dubious actions, throwing the door closed behind her with a volumescent SLAM!
Stuffed animals were sent flying in all directions as Skye dove onto her bed and resubmerged herself beneath its snuggly, plush-covered surface; an impenetrable hiding spot. Unfortunately, her rapid heart rate and cuddly surroundings did nothing to quell her omnipresent sex drive, which was already suffering from neglect after her trip to CrissCon concluded with a disappointing zero orgasms. She bucked her diaper-clad hips against her crib mattress, mindlessly indulging her need for stimulation and praying that no one had followed her.
KNOCK-KNOCK!
Groaning with her face mashed into her pillow, Skye cursed herself for having such attentive friends. “Psst, Skye. Cans we tawk?” said Riri through the door, prompting Skye to scowl as she once again wiggled to the edge of the bed. A massive part of her wanted to ignore Riri’s request outright. However, the idea of picking Riri’s brain for the juicy details of Connor’s sissy babification was equally as titillating. Riri was easily one of the biggest blabbermouths, second only to Ellie, and if she turned Riri away, there was a good chance she’d be stuck waiting until Monday to find out more.
Sighing out her frustration, Skye yanked open the door as confidently as she could. Sadly, her newfound boldness only afforded the door to open a crack. Still, it was progress. “No one ewse ish wif chus, wite?” she asked, her hands shaking due to the pace her heart was beating at. Why was it so hard to be brave? Distracted by her own thoughts, she failed to hear Riri’s response before she spotted that her friend was inching toward her. Her reaction was swift as Riri’s encroachment prompted her to re-shutter her door and return to her bed. Maybe waiting until Monday wasn’t such a bad idea.
Tragically, this was a sentiment Riri was in complete disagreement with. “Skye, am comin’ in,” she said, pushing Skye to return to her stuffie cocoon for protection.
“Go away! I wansa be awone,” said Skye, lying to both Riri and herself.
Riri instantly saw through Skye’s desperate attempt to push anyone and everyone away. “If chus weawwy wansa be awone, den why wewe chus on da staiws?” she asked, seizing on the logical fallacy in her nurserymate’s excuse, “Chus don hasta be awone jus cuz chus feew bads.”
“I don feew bads,” replied Skye, trying to configure a way to express her wants without stating them directly. She knew Riri was here to comfort her, making it all the more difficult to feel annoyed over her persistence. That being said, if Riri was going to be here spoiling a potential masturbation session, she may as well spill the beans while she’s at it. All she had to do was maneuver her dialogue with Riri in the right direction, “Ish jus a lot ta fink abouts. I was onwy gone a day an now evewyfing is sho diffwent. I didn know Connow even wiked weawin diapees or dwesses, so ta see chus an Ewwie wif him like dat was a wot. Chus didn know befo CwissCon, wite?
“Nuh! We founs out wast night!” reassured Riri, unaware that she was playing right into Skye’s hands. Parking herself on the floor adjacent to the bed, she reclined against the lowered crib bars to give Skye an entire bed’s worth of breathing room as she continued, “I know dis seems wike so much changed but it weawwy hasn. Connow’s stiww gonna be ouw cawegivew. Dis is jus…anudder side of Connow, and we sood be happy he twusts us enuff to show us.”
Fixing her face into a pout, Skye smushed her face into Lyle’s plush tummy. “Buh he didn show me!” she said, poking holes in Riri’s depiction of Connor.
“Buh he wiww! He jus nees time. Twust me, dis isn somefing he wans ta hide…not anymo,” said Riri, uncertain how much of her private conversations with Connor was appropriate to relay to Skye. The things he told her were extremely personal and, at times, very heavy. At the same time, she also knew Skye was likely to find out soon enough, especially the details related to Connor’s now fully realized and kinky desires, “Chus wood be suwprised at how siwwy Connow can be while in Widdwe Space. Chus sood ask him bouts it. I don fink he’d push chus away.”
Playing down her excitement over the way Riri gushed about Connor’s Little side, Skye was practically frothing at the mouth. She needed to know more. “I no finks he wansa. He’s nuh said a wowd ta me since. I fink he’s too embawwassed,” she said sorrowfully, emphasizing her need for Riri to be the one to tell her.
An estranged quietude hung over Skye’s room as she waited for Riri’s answer. To her surprise, it wasn’t words but soft laughter that broke the silence. “Hehe, dats definitewy not gonsa be an issue,” she said, with Skye’s final sentence reminding her of the blushy discovery she and Ellie had made, “If anyfing, bein’ embawwassed is exactwy wuh Connow wans.”
TO BE CONTINUED…