The Padded Palace Act IV: Chapter 7
THUD!
Plopping the partially picked-through package of Megamax diapers on the bed, Stacy finally gave up on trying to push the peculiarly placed padding to the back of her mind. “Okay, think. Skye and Latasha probably sleep together from time to time. It’s probably for emergencies,” she said to herself, finding the mental image of Latasha in a diaper too ridiculous to be believed. Never once had Latasha shown even a smidge of submissiveness.
So then…why Megamaxes? There were at least a dozen different diaper types downstairs in the nursery, any one of which would be sure to make a diaper-print fanatic like Skye go gaga. Meanwhile, Megamax diapers were medical diapers with no prints whatsoever. As hard as it was to envision a padded Latasha, picturing Skye in something this devoid of color was equally implausible.
Digging into the tattered packaging, Stacy plucked a single diaper out and promptly unfolded it on the bed. Skye wasn’t the only one unaccustomed to the realm of medical diapers. She’d been recommended Megamaxes numerous times due to the amount they hold but as someone who preferred cloth to plastic, she never pulled the trigger on that purchase. Poking the crinkly padding with her pointer finger, a ping of desire echoed throughout her midsection.
“No, no, I don’t need it,” Stacy scoffed, folding the diaper in half and pushing it to the opposite edge of the bed. To her, if she put a diaper on now, it would be like admitting Riri was right. Big girl beds weren’t for diaper babies: a rule that had been a part of the Padded Palace since its inaugural day. It didn’t matter that she could take it off after without anyone knowing. It was the principal of the matter.
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But what if they were Latasha’s? Wouldn’t that mean the rule about wearing diapers in a Big bed was null and void? Furthermore, it wasn’t like these were the cutesy, immature adult diapers stocked in the nursery. If the elderly could wear them to bed, and Latasha could wear them to bed, so could she.
Having justified her decision, Stacy slipped her panties and PJ pants off, retrieved the previously discarded diaper, and slid it under her butt. She then took her faux maturity a step further as she momentarily debated if she should go the whole nine yards with lotion and powder. Eventually, she came down on the side that going without made the act of being diapered less juvenile. Taping the dry, powderless diaper to the hips, she wiggled her butt and giggled at the rustling noise she so rarely got the chance to hear.
YAWN!
Almost as if her ability to sleep was activated by nappies, Stacy was hit by a wave of exhaustion. Lounging against the stack of pillows, she slipped her legs under the sheets, accidentally nudging the pair of satin panties off the bed in the process.
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THUD!
Depositing Connor’s noxious nappy into its own plastic bag, Riri was sweating bullets. Scrunching the collar of her nightie up to her nose did little to block the nose hair-searing scent that circulated the air around her. Her enjoyment of ABDL, robust as it was, didn’t necessarily translate into handling diaper changes from the Big’s perspective. That said, she couldn’t help but feel an abundance of pride as she knotted the trash bag shut.
“I’m so sorry,” whispered Connor, having lost track of how many times he’d repeated that three-word phrase. Burying his face beneath the skirt of the blue nightie that Riri picked out for him, he could only imagine what the interior of his previous diaper must’ve looked like, though if the number of wipes it took Riri to swab down his bum-bum area was anything to go off of, it couldn’t have been pretty.
Riri wiped the moisture away from her eyes as she uncupped the cloth from her mouth and nose to speak, “Say sorry again and I’m getting the paddle.” Her tone was nowhere near serious in spite of her withering stare. Tossing the wad of used wipes in the diaper pail, she proceeded to lotion, powder, and diaper the caregiver who her Daddy actively paid to do the same for her. The irony was too rich not to chuckle at.
Spreading his fingers slightly, Connor observed as Riri fiddled with the tapes on his diaper. “Um…not to…uh…nevermind,” he said, his face turning a few shades redder.
“Not to what?” asked Riri earnestly. She didn’t want any secrets between Connor and her, even if it was just an off-the-cuff comment.
Sighing anxiously, Connor thought about stiffing Riri’s question. However, as he spread his fingers wide enough to peek through, his ability to remain stone-faced dissipated rapidly. “Not to be a backseat caregiver but the tapes don’t need to be that tight. You should be able to run your finger along the inside of the leg hole without snagging,” he said, his acquired knowledge of ABDL on full display. The color in his cheeks deepened.
“Is that so?” said Riri, unable to disguise her amusement over the way Connor glowed when he flexed his caregiving prowess. It was a comforting reminder that, regardless of the ups and downs, this was still a healthy outlet for him. After what happened with Stacy, Ellie, and to some extent, herself only a few hours prior, she wouldn’t have blamed the newfound ageplayer for ditching kink wholesale. It was all she could do now to reinforce how positive and fulfilling a healthy kink lifestyle could be, “Let me go ahead and get that fix then.” Unsticking and reapplying the tapes, she dragged her delicate finger across each leg hole. “There, snug as a baby bug in a rug. Hehe, that’s what Daddy always says.”
Snickering at Riri’s inherent silliness, a strange, yet palpable envy began to build. There was little doubt in his mind anymore that this was exactly where he wanted to be, especially as he felt the head of his penis dribbling pre-cum into his diaper. So…why did it still seem like something he should be embarrassed of? It was as if every fiber of his being was compelling him toward a world of padded pleasure, except for a faction of his mind that refused to let go of the adult he was supposed to be. Sucking in air through gritted teeth, he leaned his head back against the spongy changing table. “I’m tired,” he said simply, his mind abuzz with a myriad of illuminating and troubling thoughts.
“Alright then,” responded Riri as she moved to help Connor sit up. No doubt, she’d kept him up long enough for one night, “Why don’t we get you back in your crib? I’ll make sure that the trash gets thrown awa-”
“No…” said Connor, his eyes wide open and fixed on the cartoonish stars and crescent moons painted across the powder blue ceiling, “...I’m tired of feeling ashamed and anxious over something I want. I like diapers. Goddess, I more than like diapers, and fuck anyone who has a problem with that. Pardon my language.” He sighed once more, this time powerful enough to shrug off much of the weight that had been pressing on his shoulders.
Shaking her head, Riri took hold of Connor’s hand. “No, it’s okay. And you’re absolutely right. So much about ABDL centers around getting to ease into a mindset where you stop caring about self-image and let yourself be…Little. It’s beautiful, at least to me anyway,” she said, growing bashful as her gushing went on.
Energized and emboldened by Riri’s short speech, Connor shifted his legs off the changing table, allowing himself to sit up and take hold of Riri’s hand. His nerves were rampant but he didn’t care. He wanted to push himself. “I know it’s a lot to ask but would you be willing to teach me about Little Space? I don’t want to have to rely on others getting me off for my brain to relax anymore,” he said, unaware of what a massive undertaking his request was. Had he asked anyone else, he likely would’ve gotten some passive answer agreeing to help him only for their interest to wean with each passing day. Thankfully for him, he was talking to Riri.
Gripping Connor’s hand tenderly, Riri wasn’t prepared for the sheer sincerity in his voice and the heartfelt desperation in his eyes. She would’ve already gone to the ends of the Earth to help guide him through his ABDL journey but now, her commitment to Connor was as iron-clad as a pair of locking plastic panties. “I’m with you every step of the way. I promise,” she said, throwing her arms around Connor and pulling to his feet for a much-needed hug. As she leaned her head on his shoulder, she caught sight of their fellow nurserymate snoring away in her crib. A risky yet tantalizing idea popped into her head, “Though I must say, if you’re looking for an expert on getting in and out of Little Space, we could always wake our resident expert.”
Breaking from his hug with Riri, Connor shot her a look of confusion. She nodded for him to turn around, causing him to follow her sightline directly to Ellie’s crib.
TO BE CONTINUED…