The Padded Palace Act V: Chapter 2

“Girls, girls! You know the rules,” Connie commanded, pushing back against a horde of Littles with one hand while the other attempted to keep a container filled with Valentine’s Day candies out of reach; a feat easier said than done. Fortunately, after months of helming the nursery during Latasha’s renovations, the now well-seasoned caregiver was more than capable of managing a three-on-one assault. “Only one piece of candy before lunch. Latasha’s orders–Hey!” 

Frustration began to mount as Ellie emerged from the group of three, using the soft t-shirt Connie had borrowed from Latasha to scale his torso like a cat. “No fair! We totes saw chus sneak an extwa piece. Didn we?” accused the feisty Little, looking down at her cohorts for backup.

“Mhmm! Das right!” replied Skye dutifully, dropping below Connie’s reach and wrapping her arms around one of Connie’s feet.

“If you won’t play by the rules, neither will we,” Riri chimed in as she joined Skye in latching onto Connie's lower appendages.

Tragically for the pouty trio, Connie had packed on a healthy amount of lean muscle thanks to all the time he spent carrying Skye, Ellie, and Riri to and from the changing table. While movement was certainly difficult with three girls weighing him down at once, he was still able to trudge forward one step at a time. “That’s…different…” he groaned as he approached the nearest crib. In a single fluid motion, he placed the candy basket handle in his mouth and proceeded to rip Ellie from his body before tossing her onto the plush mattress below. Riri and Skye soon followed, the latter of whom landed with a very audible SQUELCH!

At last, Connie was free, allowing him to proudly remove the handle from his mouth. “Unlike you three, I have enough self-control not to eat the whole stash in one sitting, so the ration rules don’t apply to me,” he said whilst cockily tucking the basket under his arm, plucking a piece of chocolate out, and unwrapping it. The girls could only look on in jealous misery through the bars of the crib as Connie deposited the scrumptious goodie onto his tongue. Adding insult to injury, the fullness of his mouth didn’t silence him. “Ish called da pawent tax, and it appwies ta cawegivers, too.”

“And what’s the rule on padded caregivers?” quipped Stacy, sneaking up behind Connie and lightly thumping his crinkly rear through his blue jeans. Given that her sweet tooth was considerably less prevalent, she elected to stay out of the fray for once. Although, she couldn’t pass up a golden opportunity to tease Connie, especially when his bratty side was flaring up.

In the past, something as simple as a diaper pat would’ve had Connie melting beneath a thick layer of blush, but this was the new and improved Connie. “Awful mouthy for someone who can’t sit down,” he replied, smirking as he glanced down at the rosy red marks lining the underside of Stacy’s upper thighs. Not even the width of an adult diaper could hide her war wounds. “Your screams of agony are adorable, by the way. You should probably let Latasha know she’s going to want to invest in some extra soundproofing down there–OW!”

Stacy’s cheeks burned as brightly as her sore derriere as she reached up to flick Connie on the nose. It wasn’t her fault that Latasha was a hands-on teacher, to put it mildly. Not that she wasn’t grateful to her mentor, it was simply that her ass meat wasn’t grateful. “Can it, sissy boy, unless you wanna find out first hand how much I’ve learned,” she taunted, flexing her domineering confidence.

“Oh no, I’m so tewwified,” said Connie, sarcasm dripping from every syllable. Stacy’s other nurserymates may not have known all the rules pertaining to her and Latasha’s arrangement, but Connie sure did. “Too bad your threat’s as empty as an unused diaper. Don’t forget who’s on top in here.”

Grinding her teeth, Stacy wanted to put Lil’ ConCon in his place so badly. Regrettably, one of the many caveats she was forced to agree to in order to become Latasha’s diaper dom protege was that she was to “respect the hierarchy of the Padded Palace.” In the dungeon, she was second-in-command, answering to no one but Latasha. However, when it came to the nursery and the rest of the house, Connie was to be her number two. No ifs, and, or buts. “Keep it up. I’ll grab you by the ear and drag you downstairs myself if I have to,” she stated, perching herself onto the tips of her toes to meet Connie eye-to-eye.

In the back of Connie’s mind, he knew it was his responsibility to de-escalate arguments in the Padded Palace, and that included his own petty squabbles. Unfortunately, that portion of his brain was handily snuffed out by his desire for personal satisfaction. “Try me. The nursery has plenty of paddles, too,” he shot back, following Stacy’s lead and gaining altitude with his tiptoes.

“Oh, my Goddess, will you two give it a rest?” bemoaned Riri, having grown tired of plugging her ears with her fingers. “Like, seriously, you both sound like my parents, and mind you, they were not pleasant people to be around.”

Shaking her head, Ellie contrasted, “Nah, dey souns like siblings. I’ve got four and dey all act like this…well, minus da diapee stuff.”

“I didn know chus had sibwings,” said Skye, taken aback by Ellie’s omission of such a key detail. 

WHISTLE!

“Girls, girls! Gather ‘round,” Latasha announced proudly as she entered the nursery alongside a short, pencil-thin boy dressed in an oversized hoodie and a pair of loose-fitting joggers that did a fantastic job disguising his diapers to the untrained eye. “This here is your newest playmate, Blake. He will be joining us every other Monday and Tuesday from now on. Go ahead and introduce yourself, sweetheart.”

The anxious boy clenched the blue and white duffel bag at his hip tightly, while his eyes remained trained on the carpet as he used his free hand to wave hello. “H-Hi, everybody. My name’s Blake, but my Little name is Missy. It’s nice to meet all of you,” said Missy, rocking back and forth on his feet like a nervous toddler.

“Oh, my gosh! Missy?!” shouted Skye, gasping as she mentally matched Blake’s face to the sissy she’d played with at CrissCon. She quickly dropped the crib bars without resistance from Connie and sprinted across the room to hug her convention bestie.

Likewise, Missy’s expression brightened as he happily reciprocated Skye’s embrace. “Hehe, I was wowwied chus no recognize me,” he said, leaning back to briefly lift Skye off her feet.

Clapping her hands together, Latasha was pleased to see her new client already reconnecting with Skye. “That’s right. Apparently, Missy was such a cutie and couldn’t stop gushing about all the fun he had hanging out with you at the con. Luckily for him, every day at the Padded Palace is twice as fun as a stinky diaper convention,” she said, avoiding mention of Mother Elma’s role as mediator as she recanted the tale of how Missy arrived at her front door.

Latasha had initially hesitated at the idea of letting anyone present during her public paddling anywhere near her home. However, Mother Elma was adamant that Missy was too far down the Little Space rabbit hole at the time to remember what happened. On top of that, this was her first new client in forever, meaning she wasn’t really in a position to say no after the basement renovations depleted a sizable amount of her savings. It may have been against her better judgment, but beggars couldn’t be choosers.

“I’m gonna go get dwessed. Be wite back!” Missy cheered, splitting from his hug with Skye and turning to Latasha. “Escuse me, Miss Tish, where’s the potty?”

Cringing at the use of Mother Elma’s old nickname for her, Latasha masked her feelings through an elongated smile. “It’s the door at the end of the hall. You can’t miss it,” she said, electing not to correct Missy. She didn’t need Stacy catching wind of her discomfort. “Do you need any help getting dressed, sweetheart?”

“Nuh, I’ww be okies. I’s a big boy,” Missy said defiantly before scampering off toward the bathroom.

“Oh, he’s gonna be fun,” Ellie commented, practically salivating over the idea of using Missy as her own, personal dress-up doll. She didn’t get to play with baby Connie nearly enough, so having another diapered sissy around was quite the boon for the pervy-minded Little.

Sadly, not everyone was as pleased by Missy’s arrival as Skye and Ellie were. “So much for an all-girls’ party,” Stacy scoffed, lamenting over a time not too long ago when nary an ounce of testosterone was present in the Padded Palace. “Oh, don’t worry, Connie, dear. I consider you one of the girls.”

“Gee, thanks. I’m so honored,” Connie said, resorting to deadpan as a means of disguising how flustered he was over Stacy’s lighthearted jab. He didn’t exactly have any ground to defend himself on, considering the only male clothes currently on his body were his jeans. Moreover, despite the lingering humiliation he felt, a euphoric warmth swiftly spread across his chest over his inclusion. Girl or not, he was home.

Snickering at the color present on Connie’s face, Stacy’s bratty nature compelled her to continue, “As you should be, prissy pants. Everyone knows girls rule and boys–”

CLAP-CLAP!

Halting herself midsentence, Stacy’s slouched posture became as erect as a soldier as Lataha’s double clap snapped her to attention.

“Now, Stacy, prissy pants is no way to address your superior,” Latasha cooed, examining Stacy’s stance while circling her like a vulture. “More importantly, there’s no reason to disparage our clientele, even tangentially. After all, you were doing quite a bit of drooling yourself just the other day. Does that make you a boy, Stacy?”

Steam emanated from Stacy’s scalp as the laughter of her nurserymates filled her ears. She wanted to scream. “No, Mistress. I spoke out of turn,” she replied, teeth gritted as she attempted to bury her embarrassment with a scornful stare. Whatever. These chucklefucks would be bawling over her knee once her training was complete.

“Good girl,” said Latasha, placing a gentle hand on top of Stacy’s head. “Why don’t you head downstairs early today? The spreader bar came in the mail this morning, and I can’t wait to demonstrate its versatility to you.”

Without a word edgewise, Stacy nodded and marched out of the room, leaving the rest of the nursery with their mouths agape. “I never thought I’d ever see Stacy so… obedient,” giggled Riri, her evil grin shielded by the rail of the crib as she gleefully bounced up and down on her knees.

“I know! And she turns tomato red every time–just like this!” Ellie added, eliciting a squeal from Riri as she yanked her backward and proceeded to tickle her tummy relentlessly.

With the nursery settling back into its usual routine, Latasha seized the opportunity to dip out. “I shouldn’t keep Stacy waiting. Think you’ll be okay with the newbie on your own?” she asked, self-aware enough to know she was putting a lot on Connie’s shoulders. 

Forcing a smile, Connie’s head bobbed up and down. “Mhmm, I’ve got the nursery under control,” he said, utilizing his confidence as a caregiver to conceal the truth.

“Wonderful. I knew I could count on you,” said Latasha, kissing Connie on the cheek before rushing off to join Stacy.

Connie’s fake smile turned genuine as he held his fingers to the spot Latasha pecked. Regardless of the truth, he was proud to be someone Latasha could rely on. He sighed deeply, allowing in the ever-present scent of baby powder to soothe him.

TUG!

“Um, Connie…” muttered Skye, catching Connie off guard as she approached him from behind and began pulling on his shirt, “...can I has a changie?” She pressed a finger into her squishy diaper to show off the damage to her caregiver.

Smirking kindly, Connie scooped Skye off the ground, eliciting many giggles from his soggy baby girl as his forearm sank into her mooshy padding. “Sure thing, Skye-blue. One fresh diaper coming up. Do you want blocks or dinos this time?”

“Dinos!” Skye exclaimed with hearts flooding her eyes as she threw both arms over Connie’s shoulders and leaned into his chest.

TO BE CONTINUED…