The Padded Palace Act IV: Chapter 5
“H-How am I feeling?” said Connor in a hushed tone, repeating Riri’s question back to her dumbfounded. However, it wasn’t long before his befuddlement soon gave way to annoyance, “You called me over here…in the middle of the night…to ask how I’m feeling? Tired, sore, and a little hungry to answer your question.” His eyes glazed over near the tail end of his sentence; a product of his exhaustion. Sliding his butt back, he leaned against the bars of the crib and sighed to quill his accelerated heart rate.
Lowering her head, Riri wasn’t off to the greatest of starts. “Sorry, I thought you might wanna talk about stuff. It was a lot to throw at you in a single night. And while Miss Big upstairs would love to think of herself as a capable caregiver, she doesn’t know the first thing about genuine aftercare,” she said, dropping all pretense of being Little despite their attire and surroundings.
As Riri’s words sank in, Connor could feel the pressure radiating off her inquisitive stare, compelling him to take another stab at her inaugural question, “Okay…okay, how am I feeling?” Resting his head between a pair of crib bars, he could practically feel the blood pooling in his cheeks as his brain relentlessly cycled through the event of his first AB slumber party. “It’s kinda hard to put into words. I want to say I feel…ridiculous? No, that doesn’t feel quite right. Um…what about you? How are you feeling?”
“Nuh-uh, no shifting subjects,” said Riri, scrunching her lips into a judgmental pout as she shook her head, “Answer the question, or I’ll see to it Ellie wakes up. Then you’ll be in real trouble.”
Connor peered over his shoulder at Ellie in response to Riri’s ultimatum. Narrowing his eyes playfully, he knew his hands were tied. “Fine, fine. I’ll talk. Just let me think for a second,” he said, buying himself some time to come up with an answer that would please Riri. He wasn’t sure what she was fishing for but it was clear as day that she had something on her mind. Was she gauging his interest in ABDL for future play sessions? The answer to that should be pretty apparent by this point. Although, he supposed making him blush as he owned up to his newfound interests was probably the point, “Okay, I don’t suppose I can deny it anymore…”
Riri’s diaper crinkled as she leaned forward, excited to hear what Connor was about to say. As much as she wanted to keep a lid on her reaction, she couldn’t help that her anticipation was growing too rapidly to control. She sank her teeth into her bottom lip, desperate to suppress herself for Connor’s sake. He didn’t need any more craziness on this night.
“...Okay, here it is…” said Connor, sucking in air sharply through his nose, “...I think I have a diaper fetish.”
SLAP!
Riri’s palm immediately made contact with her forehead, her self-flagellation filling Connor with concern and confusion. Perhaps she had expected too much without any sort of prompting, though it wasn’t as if she could just ask him outright. That was a big no-no that often led to impulsive answers. Her hand slowly descended her face, stretching her skin as she snickered in awe, “Oh, wow? Really? I NEVER would’ve guessed. Tell me, did you figure that one out on your own or was it sometime during the ten or so orgasms you had?” She knew sarcasm probably wasn’t putting the best foot forward but she just couldn’t resist.
No surprise, Connor’s redness increased twofold. “S-Shush it! You’re the one who asked me-MMMM!” he shouted, his defense halted by a pair of soft hands pressing into his mouth and cheeks. He briefly wanted to shove her hands away on instinct but quickly realized her reasoning as Ellie’s snoring took auditory prominence within the nursery. He had forgotten himself entirely. Nodding to Riri as he relaxed, his mouth was slowly uncovered, “Thanks.”
“Don’t mention it,” said Riri sympathetically, backing off now that Connor had been calmed. Maybe trying to hash this out in the middle of the night wasn’t her brightest idea. That being said, she’d already come this far. Plus, Connor would be undoubtedly annoyed to be sent back to his crib at this point, “Sorry for the teasing. I wasn’t trying to make you defensive. I just…I dunno. I guess I didn’t expect your answer to be so…vanilla. You really are, like, new-new to all of this, aren’t you?”
Averting his gaze, Connor could tell his internal shame meter was steadily on the rise. He supposed it was funny. Most adults wouldn’t lament over not being ABDL enough. In a way, that small asterisk hanging over his diaper kink was more isolating than the idea of becoming the horniest diaper lover alive. He laughed through the pain as he replied with a question of his own, “How it is that, even amongst diaper lovers, I can’t stop feeling like there’s something wrong with me? You all make it look so effortless. Meanwhile, I needed my brain to pretty much break for me to get out of my own head. Why is it so hard to say what I want?” Memories of his seemingly simple yet dangerously open-ended response to Latasha's big question from his first week at the Palace resurfaced. In a way, asking her to take away his right to choose was the biggest cop-out of an answer he could’ve given. It spared him from the difficulty of owning up to specific wants and desires. Unable to cope with all the intrusive thoughts bearing down on him, he curled his leg into his chest and buried his head between his knees.
“Shhhhhh. I promise, it’s going to be okay,” said Riri, hiding her concern as well as she could as she gingerly approached Connor and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. So much about what he was going through was obvious to her. The needless self-repression, the internalized shame, the lack of confidence; there was no doubt in her mind that Connor was dealing with a boatload of unresolved traumatic experiences. For his sake, she decided to set aside her curiosity pertaining to his “Con-con-nie” comment. Someone with the inability to self-actualize this badly wasn’t ready for that can of worms, at least not yet.
Initially resistant to Riri’s reassuring touch, Connor cautiously allowed more of himself to be soothed by her until he fully collapsed into her arms. However, while he did gradually come to accept her kindness, the one thing he couldn’t do was allow himself to cry in front of Riri, or any of the girls for that matter. Whatever respect he carried within the Padded Palace had already been demolished enough for one night. He snaked his arms around Riri’s torso, letting his mind drift away from troubling thoughts as his fingers traced the smooth fabric of Riri’s nightie.
The diaper-clad pair held their embrace for several minutes. It got to the point where Riri believed he might fall asleep in her lap, something Stacy would be almost certain to give her an earful for. Mercifully, he did eventually break from the hug, appearing far more at ease than he had been when he first arrived at her crib. With her limbs now free, she knew exactly what she needed to do. Connor was in desperate need of an outlet for his new kink, and she had a decade and a half of diaper perving experience to educate him with. “Wait here for me, okay? I’ll be right back,” she said, hopping out of the open crib and sneaking to the wardrobe on the opposite end of the nursery.
Left to watch as Riri searched through the free-standing closet as quietly as possible, Connor wasn’t sure what she was up to. That didn’t stop his brain from running wild with huffy ideas. Was she going to put him in something else to wear, or send him to bed with a vibrator stuffed down his diaper? With all their crazy antics, he wouldn’t put anything past these three ever again. Those assumptions proved they couldn’t be further from the truth as Riri retreated from the wardrobe with Connor’s male clothes bundled up in her arms.
“Sorry, it took me a second to find where Stacy stashed them,” said Riri, sitting down and laying the shirt and pants combo atop the crib mattress. She then dug her fingers into his pants pockets, retrieving his cell phone before tossing it into his lap, “Open your browser and pull up DeviantArt. It’s high time someone gave you a crash course.”
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“But you said you loved me!”
“I never loved you! I only loved the idea of you!”
Laying across Latasha’s bed on her tummy with her eyes fixed upon the television, Stacy couldn’t recall feeling more bored than she was right now. There weren’t even any good cartoons on right now. Nothing but annoying animated shows for boys that were 80% toilet humor. After scanning through all of Latasha’s channels twice over, she ended up stuck watching poorly acted porn on Skinemax. She fidgeted with the back of the TV remote, wishing her body would feel tired already. All this Big excitement had her restless.
Thankfully, it looked like things were finally heating up in this crappy porno. She observed as the six-pack-wielding man lifted the girl who was playing his former lover into the air. Within seconds, he had slipped his phallus inside her while remaining standing. Even Stacy had to admit it was quite an impressive feat. She could feel her lower lips moistening as she watched the busty blonde girl on screen be split by the monster between her partner’s legs.
CRACK!
All of a sudden, Stacy’s eyes abandoned the screen as a loud, snapping noise drew her eyes downward. “Fuuuuuuuuck,” she said, holding the broken tab of the remote’s battery hatch in her hand. Given that every remote in her home looked like this, she realized too late that she probably should’ve avoided playing with the remote in the first place. Hoping to avoid getting caught for breaking something that wasn’t hers, she quickly pieced the remote back together and placed it in the top drawer of Latasha’s end table. This was just perfect. Now she was both horny and anxious.
Lightbulb!
Leaning over the end table, Stacy causally prodded around the small, wooden box, curious if she could sus out where Latasha had stashed her adult toys. There was no doubt in her mind Latasha owned at least one for personal use. So long as she washed it before and after, who would know or care? Sadly, the top drawer proved fruitless, causing her to move her search to the next drawer down.
Lo and behold, what Stacy found inside the bottom drawer of Latasha’s nightstand left her frozen in place. Zapped of all tiredness, she blinked her eyes rapidly as if expecting what she saw to disappear. To her shock and utter amusement, the half-used package of Megamax diapers refused to vanish.
TO BE CONTINUED…