The Padded Palace Act IV: Chapter 3
“Open wide! Here comes the airplane!” cooed Latasha, leaning over the high chair’s wooden tray and whirring a spoon filled with unidentifiable mush around in front of Connor’s face. Warmth radiated off her smile, luring Connor in with the kindness only a seasoned caregiver had the power to offer.
In the back of Connor’s mind, he knew something was off but it was as if a thick fog was swirling around his head that only Latasha could cut through. He fell deep into her trusting eyes as he opened his mouth and allowed for the spoon to pass his lips. The taste was indescribably mesmerizing, though it likely wouldn’t matter what he ate. Anything Latsha fed him would be as flavorful and satisfying as the rarest of steaks.
Latasha’s smile grew in unison with Connor, enjoying his ebullient expressions almost as much as he was enjoying the food. “That’s my good girl,” she said, taking hold of his bib and gingerly patting his mouth with it, “Let me know when you’re ready for another bite, sweetie.” She eagerly scraped around the edges of the bowl in her hands, prepping the bite that would finish off his meal.
Connor nodded enthusiastically as he worked around the bite in his mouth before swallowing in the most exaggerated manner possible. Unable to sit still, his floofy dress and triple-diapered booty swished and rustled against each other, showcasing his joyous approval. Tragically, his happiness would fade slightly as he was once again impacted by the feeling that this wasn’t right.
SLAM!
That feeling would only become amplified by the sound of a heavy door opening and slamming shut. Seconds later, he was greeted by a familiar face. “Hey, Latasha! How’s the little stinker doing today?” asked Stacy, entering the kitchen dressed…normally. Wearing a t-shirt and a pair of skinny jeans that would make hiding a diaper impossible, it was clear that she was no longer the padded princess he’d once known. Offloading a diaper back onto the adjacent dining table, she promptly reached into the bag and produced a second bowl of baby food, this one filled to the brim. Steam rolled off the bowl as if it had been pulled from a microwave moments prior.
“Hehe! See for yourself,” said Latasha, gesturing to Connor and putting him on the spot. Blush filled his cheeks whilst his eyes darted between his caregiver and he used to be in charge of diapering. Wait…why would he diaper anyone? He was nothing more than a baby, right?
Approaching Connor with the new bowl in hand, Stacy quickly scooped up a serving far larger than the one Latasha had prepared for him. He wanted to protest that he’d already eaten enough but the second his lips parted, they were instantly loaded up with pulpy, grey mush that tasted considerably worse than Latasha’s.
From there, it was rinse and repeat with Stacy refusing to slow down as she forced bite after bite down Connor’s throat. “Watatha!” he mumbled nervously, his panic only receiving doting laughter in response.
“Did I hear it’s someone’s feeding time?!” said another familiar voice, this one too bombastic to belong to anyone other than Ellie. Sure enough, the spunky redhead was the next to join the kitchen party, and much like Stacy, she too was diaper-free, “I want a turn!” Reaching around her back, she produced another bowl of food seemingly from thin air. Armed with a spoon of her own, she took turns with Stacy piling the sticky gunk into Connor’s overstuffed mouth.
Slowly but surely, Connor’s tummy began to pooch outward against his dress and press itself into the high chair’s tray, making his seat very uncomfortable. Desperate for relief from Stacy and Ellie’s relentless feeding, he stretched his arms out toward Latasha. If anyone could save him at this point, it was her. Unfortunately, this coincided with the entrance of two more girls: Riri and Skye. Both were unsurprisingly dressed to match Stacy and Ellie, leaving Connor the only one diapered within the Padded Palace.
“Wowza! I can’t believe I used to let her change my diapers,” said Riri, her out-of-character reaction further fueling Connor’s inescapable humiliation. She, too, held a bowl in her hands and was fast approaching the high chair to join the other.
Cutting through the growing crowd of girls to deliver a bite so large that Connor could barely fit his mouth around it, Skye smiled sadistically as she spoke, “Right?! She’s too precious to do anything other than one fill after another after another…”
GUUUUUUUUURGLE!
As if on cue, Connor’s stomach lurched followed by a rush of colon pressure. Not that any of the girls played any mind to his intestinal noises, choosing instead to continue stuffing his face. He whined and bucked against the tray of his high chair in hopes of dislodging it and freeing himself. Sadly, he may as well have had his diaper glued down.
DING DONG!
Suddenly, the sound of Latasha’s pacifier-shaped doorbell being rung echoed throughout the kitchen. “Oh, let me see who’s at the door,” said Latasha, exiting the kitchen in the direction of the front door and leaving Connor alone with his four female tormentors.
A confused and concerned look crossed Connor’s face. Everyone from the Padded Palace was here. Who else was showing up? That question would answer itself as the caregiver trio of Carol, Martin, and Mal all made their grand entrances. “Oh. My. Goddess! You told me she was a cutie pie but you didn’t tell me she was THIS cute!” said Carol, leading the posse of Bigs through the kitchen on a beeline to Connor. Unsurprisingly, they all knew to bring bowls of baby food for Connor, who appeared as though he had a pillow shoved under his dress with how rapidly his gut was filling up. Making matters worse, they all looked to be at least ten feet tall from where Connor was sitting, nearly doubling the height of the other girls.
Up to this point, none of the people residing inside the Padded Palace were particularly out of place. Nothing, however, could’ve prepared him to come face-to-face with the former college professor who had offered him a job all those months ago. “I’m sorry, Connor but I must retract my offer for the TA position,” he said, revealing the bowl of baby food he had held behind his back, “The world of academia isn’t for everyone, especially for someone who can’t keep her pampers dry.”
The room erupted into vicious mockery, deepening the crimson hue that had taken over Connor’s complexion. His eyes watered as the helplessness of his situation became insurmountable. Was this really where he belonged? Everyone else thought so. Maybe they were right.
“Hey, Connie,” said a voice that Connor wasn’t immediately able to place. That being said, he couldn’t shake the same sense of familiarity the other had carried. Those who had gathered around his high chair parted ways, allowing Erica, his old babysitter, to emerge from the crowd. Her hands were mercifully empty as she leaned over the tray and whispered a single sentence into Connor’s ear, “Only bite off as much as you can chew.”
With those fateful words, Connor squinted his eyes shut, ceding all control.
BLOOOOOOOOOOOORT!!!
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BLOOOORT!
Returning to consciousness with a vengeance, Connor’s eyes shot wide open as a wet fart ripped through his diaper accompanied by the smallest amount of fecal matter. Not that he would ever notice considering how full his diaper already was. He cringed as each tiny movement came with a miniature mudslide. “Thanks for the change, you guys,” he muttered sarcastically under his breath as he came too, taking note of the crib bars he was surrounded by. If they were going to put him to bed, they could’ve at least gone all the way.
Trapped in a groggy state of mind, Connor knew he should feel utterly embarrassed to have been stuck inside a crib with a dirty diaper that put the majority of the ones that the girls churned out daily to shame. Then again, if he allowed any of their diapers to get this bad, he’d never hear the end of it from Latasha. In spite of the abject humiliation he was experiencing as well as his acute desire to wear something dry, a diaper change sounded far too daunting, especially with the dehydration headache that was pounding against his skull. Rolling over so that his mess was no longer squashed against his rear, all he wanted now was to fall back asleep until morning.
“Psssst!”
For the second time in a short span, Connor’s eyelids parted abruptly. Only this time, it wasn’t a disturbance in his bowels that startled him awake. Instead, it was Riri’s hushed voice that captured his drowsy attention. A hand extended outward from her crib, waving in his direction and beckoning him. “So much for getting back to sleep,” he thought, sighing and preparing himself for a messy onslaught once he finally worked up the strength to sit up.
TO BE CONTINUED…