The Padded Palace Act IV: Chapter 1
Riri had always dreamed of this day. From the swishy, pink dress to the three-inch high heels that forced her to exaggerate the sway of her diaper butt, she was barely able to contain her enthusiasm. She supposed it was funny that while most girls dream of being a bride or a Maid of Honor, it was the role of the bridesmaid that she’d always had her eye on. Looking down the aisle, her vision was obscured by Ellie, who preceded her in the wedding processional. This kept her firmly in the middle of the pack as the assortment of bridesmaids and groomsmen approached the altar.
Not that Riri minded. She didn’t need the attention of being first in line like Ellie did, nor was she interested in Stacy’s role as Maid of Honor. The idea of being the absolute center of attention and having to make some big speech in front of a bunch of people made her queasy. No, the middle of the wedding party was perfect for her. She smiled softly, her heart warmed by her love for everyone around her.
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Heavy, lustful breaths filled the Padded Palace’s dimly lit nursery. The smell of sweat, sex, and messy diapers clung to the air, making it dank and musty. Raising her quivering right hand from its mushy padding paradise between her thighs, Riri was at a loss for what she’d done and what she’d allowed to happen to Connor. She slumped down in her spot against the drawers of the changing table, letting the fallout of a half-dozen shameful climaxes radiate off her.
Likewise, Connor was equally floored following the number of Big O’s he’d had. Though, unlike Riri, he hadn’t the foggiest idea how many brain-melting orgasms had occurred within his brown-coated padding, having given up counting by the time he hit double digits. Or at least, that's what it felt like. For all he knew, it was all just one giant, unending orgasm brought about by the ceaseless buzzing of a pink pocket vibrator. He couldn’t think. He couldn’t move. He couldn’t so much as pry his eyes open. All he could do was lay in the middle of the nursery in a state of mind-boggling bliss.
“Hey Connor, are you still with us?” asked Stacy, waving a hand in front of his narrow eyelids to test his consciousness. Other than a momentary grumble, the sissified and baby-brained caregiver was out like a light. Perfect timing too considering the massive yawn that Stacy let out as she clicked off the egg vibrator. A speedy glance at the analog clock hanging above the doorway showed the hour hand pointed up at one while the minute hand was pointing downward at six, meaning it was far, far past her usual bedtime, “Wow, it got late fast. I swear I used to be better at staying up this late.”
Ellie, meanwhile, did not share in Stacy’s late-night fatigue. “Y’all are weak. It’s only 1:30!” she said, her sleep schedule in a constant state of flux thanks to numerous all-night gaming sessions. If anything, the ongoing sleepover only elevated her typical post-midnight energy kick. With Stacy seeming like a hard no and Connor out of commission, she turned to the only other person she could, “How bout you, Riri? Wanna pull an all-nighter?”
“Oh…uh…no, I think I’m good,” said Riri, sounding a tad more honest than she realized. To be fair, she wasn’t exactly in the mindset to be put on the spot. At least Ellie’s question snapped her out of the zoned mental state she was in. Pushing herself off the ground, she climbed onto the changing table in desperate need of a fresh diaper.
Unfortunately, Ellie wasn’t too elated by the news that she was on the verge of becoming a slumber party of one. “Ugh, fine! You two can be babies and go to bed. Connor and I are gonna stay up and gossip about both of you,” she said, sprawling out on her stomach next to Connor’s near-lifeless figure, “So, Connor, what did you think of your first ABDL sleepover? Was it everything you hoped it would be?”
Mumbling incoherently in response, it was safe to say that Connor was in no position to answer complex questions. He raised his head slightly for a second before thumping it back down against the carpet conked out.
For Stacy, Connor’s nonsensical babble was the final straw when it came to Ellie’s antics. “Ellie, quit messing with Connor. Don’t you see what a sleepy baby he is?” she said, chuckling at her own deadpan, “In fact, since you’ve got so much energy, why don’t you make yourself useful and go fix Connor a water bottle before bed? Can’t have him dehydrating after all those cummies.” She padded the front of Conor’s diaper for emphasis, feeling an abundance of power as he shuddered from head to toe.
“Ugh! Fine but not because you told me to. I’m only doing it for Connor,” replied Ellie, sticking her tongue out at Stacy before hopping to her feet and exiting toward the kitchen.
Rolling her eyes at Ellie’s brattiness, Stacy waited until the spunky redhead had left the nursery to will herself to move. After kneeling in front of Connor’s diaper for over an hour, the relief she felt when stretching out her legs was euphoric. She cracked each knee before shifting herself toward the top half of Connor’s body. “Okay, Connor, I need to you to wake up for just a second,” she said, wanting to make sure they didn’t fuck the senses out of him entirely. Snapping her fingers on each side of his head, she watched his eyes flicker open and shut, unable to fully regain his cognizance, “Do you at least know your name?”
“C-Con…Con…nie…” muttered Connor as his eyes sealed back up.
“Close enough,” shrugged Stacy, who was too tired to need one hundred percent accuracy.
However, while Stacy paid no mind to Connor’s flub, the same could not be said for Riri. Pausing mid-diaper change, her head whipped in Connor’s direction. She wanted to investigate more but with Stacy present, the best she could do for now was make a mental note of this for later.
“Annnnnnnd we’re moving. Very good,” said Stacy, failing to hide her condescension as she helped Connor sit upright. While out of it, he was at least still able to move in response to Stacy’s guiding hands. That being said, while Connor may have had a slim frame, Stacy wasn’t exactly a heavyweight, making the prospect of moving him beyond this point alone more daunting, “Hey Riri, could you give me a hand? We need to get the perv to his crib.”
Glaring at Stacy’s cruel nickname for Connor, Riri had half a mind to ignore Stacy altogether. Sadly, doing so would leave Connor with only Stacy to care for him. “One sec,” she said, rushing to finish taping her diaper to her hips.
Together, Riri and Stacy hoisted Connor up by his arms and carted him over to Skye’s crib, laying him down right as Ellie returned with a bottle in hand. “Aww! I wanted to tuck him in,” she whined, hoping to be a part of as many “firsts” for Connor as possible. Approaching the crib with the water-filled baby bottle in hand, this misstep would not deter her from a night of playing caregiver, “This means I get to feed him. It’s only fair.”
“Yeah, fair-shmair. Gimme that,” said Stacy, promptly yoinking the bottle from Ellie’s unsuspecting hands, “Besides, there’s no way you’re big enough to feed someone else. You’re like the smallest one here.”
Puffing up her cheeks, Ellie’s face turned red with rage. “Nuh-uh! I’m plenty Big, thank you very much!” she said, her defensiveness amplifying her immaturity. Not that she was prepared to acknowledge that as she doubled down, “And weren’t you supposed to be sleepy? Little babies shouldn’t fib. It’s not very-” She cut herself off, abruptly reaching forward to steal the bottle back from Stacy.
Tragically, Ellie’s reflexes were nowhere near as good as they were when playing video games. Having seen Ellie’s next move from a mile away, Stacy dodged Ellie’s advance effortlessly. She then used Ellie’s momentum against her, grabbing her by the wrist and yanking it down harshly to shock Ellie into submission. “Little babies also shouldn’t backtalk. Maybe you need to be reminded of that,” she said, landing a single smack on Ellie’s crinkly bottom.
It may have only been one hit but that was more than enough for Ellie. Between that and Stacy’s vicious tone, her heart was beating with genuine fear. Though, this wasn’t the kind of fear that made someone hide under the covers. This was an erotic kind of fear, propelling her to obey or else see further wrath inflicted upon her. Usually, Carol was the only one to have this kind of effect on her so for Stacy to trigger this reaction within her now was a display of power she was unprepared for. “O-Okie,” she said, her arousal growing yet again.
“There, that’s more like it,” said Stacy, claiming the vacant role of caregiver that Connor had left up for grabs. Positioning herself next to Connor in Skye’s crib, she leaned Connor into her before presenting him with the rubber-topped bottle, “Open wide, baby. Mama Stacy has something that’ll make you feel all better,” she said, carefully easing the bottle in between Connor’s lips and tilting it upright like she’d see Mal and Latasha do numerous times. She smiled cruelly as a fiercely dehydrated Connor eagerly lapped up the bottle, “There you go. So docile and pathetic. Letting yourself lose all control…in more ways than one. I wonder what Latasha will think when she finds you like this. I’m not so certain she’ll want to keep a pitiful pissbaby on her payroll. Don’t worry, though. If that happens, Mama Stacy will let you come live with her…as a dolly, of course.”
“That’s enough!” shouted Riri, refusing to stand idly by so that Stacy could live out some caregiver revenge fantasy, “You had your fun with Connor but he’s still the one actually in charge here. Do you really think Latasha will fire him for this? We both know this whole charade is over as soon as she’s home. She won’t just let you take over her nursery because you want to.”
“WRONG!” yelled Stacy, trumping Riri’s volume by a significant margin, “THIS is an ABDL roleplay daycare. If I want to be a Big moving forward, that’s MY decision. I pay to be here, same as you.”
Stepping back from the crib as her confidence faded, Riri could argue a lot of things but she couldn’t deny the truth in Stacy’s statement. There were no rules barring anyone from participating in caregiver RP. As much as she wanted to fight Stacy on this, her only real argument had fallen flat, leaving her with no choice but to stand by and let Stacy have her way.
Stacy didn’t need a verbal response from Riri to know she had won this round handily. A sadistic smirk formed on her face. Having put both Ellie and Riri in their places, she resumed her feeding with Connor. This was her nursery now.
TO BE CONTINUED…