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Purr For Mommy

Pressing her hands into Sammy’s diapered hips, Jade nuzzled the back of his neck with her nose as she pulled her baby “boy” toward her chest. “Purr for Mommy,” cooed Jade in Sammy’s ear. Her incredibly life-like tail wagged back and forth with increasing velocity as her excitement ramped up.

Nudging the stiffy growing inside his diaper with his locking, paw-shaped mittens, Sammy quivered as the frilly skirts of his kinky maid outfit shifted sensually against his supple thighs. The lump in his throat caused the bell attached to his lacy collar to ring as he gulped. “M-Meow,” muttered the horny neko boy under his breath, almost too embarrassed to heed Mommy’s commands. He wanted to be a good kitty, no matter how blushy it was to have his wildest fantasies realized. To exist in his puppy Mommy’s arms as a soft, subby babyfur was everything he ever dreamed it would be, and it was all thanks to the latest products from the CrissBaby Diaper Company.

Perhaps the most ambitious addition to CrissBaby’s lineup, Diapers with Tail Holes had marketing disaster written all over it. “Heyyo! We put a giant hole in the back of our standard Super Soaker Deluxe diapers and also, it’s more expensive!” didn’t exactly sound like the stuff quarterly profits were made of. However, that mindset was quickly done away with thanks to a promising business acquisition.

Lady Ansem’s Fur Emporium was a plucky, young upstart company that had already seen rapid growth in its first two years with CEO, Jade Ansem, at the helm. Her products were simple. Using a pair of fur ears as a neurotransmitter, anyone wearing them would be able to control the tail it was linked to. The tail itself was loaded with nanosensors that communicated back to the headset, allowing the wearer to actually feel the tail as if it were real. Adding to the fun, the tail could be paired with a naughty butt plug to hold in place, doubling the pleasure for its users.

Sensing a golden opportunity for growth, CrissBaby Diaper Co. partnered with Jade’s entrepreneurial venture and bundled her product with their perforated pampers. To celebrate, she and her precious Little, Sammy, decided to have some padded playtime using their patented products. “Now, I know you can purr better than that,” she said, feeling more sadistic and powerful than usual, “I want her that magic tongue of yours rumble, honey baby.

“PUUUUURRRRRR!” moaned Sammy, instantly melting as Jade’s hands slid across his pointed diaper front. His prostate tightened around the bulb in his backdoor, filling him with euphoria and leaving him thirsty for the long night of amorous passion.

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The Padded Palace Act IV: Chapter 9

DISCLAIMER: This story contains diaper usage, crossdressing, inappropriate language, humiliation, masturbation/diaper sex, and other ABDL themes. I hope you enjoy!

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*Bzzzzz! Bzzzzz! Bzzzzz!*

The low rumble of Stacy’s cell phone on vibrate caused Stacy to stir from her heavy slumber. Sunlight poured into the bedroom and pooled around the bed, eliminating any possibility of her drifting back beyond REM sleep. “Ugh! Five mo minutes,” she grumbled, shielding her eyes with the crux of her elbow. However, the sun continued to shine and, more pressingly, her phone continued to buzz, eventually snapping her mind to groggy consciousness.

Slamming her hand down on her phone, Stacy craned her neck to the side and strained to read the caller ID. Thankfully, it was Mal, so she didn’t have to pretend to be awake when she finally answered the phone, “Hey Mal…*YAWN*...what’s up?”

“Yeah, that’s what we’d like to know?” said a male voice that certainly didn’t belong to her paid in-home caregiver. Seconds later, a pair of stern knocks on the door crackled downstairs loud enough to rattle the entire house, “You hear that?! Would SOMEONE care to open the ding-dang door?!”

Batting her eyes as she ogled at her phone, it didn’t take long for Stacy to recognize who she was speaking to. She only knew one Daddy groan-worthy enough to say “ding-dang door” with a straight face. “Martin! Hey! Uhh, hang on just a sec,” she said, leaping out of the bed and sprinting into the bathroom to change into her PJs. To answer the door in Latasha’s clothes would only advertise that something was up.

However, Stacy was only able to get partially undressed before a second, much less even-toned voice came through the speaker, “Ugh! Just gimme that! Stacy, it’s Carol! Pick-up time was 20 minutes ago! Why isn’t Connor answering his phone?!”

Stacy gritted her teeth as she immediately doubled her efforts to redress herself in her childish pajamas. “H-Hey Carol, I promise, everything is okay,” she said as she struggled to sound reassuring. Having anticipated waking up with plenty of time to use Connor’s phone to extend their slumber party, her inability to fall asleep until hours before sunrise soiled any chance of an early rise. Slipping into her soft PJ top, she rapidly yanked her bottoms upward to finish her ensemble.

*SQUISH!*

A hint of crimson dusted Stacy’s face as her squelching diaper was squeezed against her princess parts, using the crotch of her pants as a wedge. As pleasurable as it felt, she was slightly saddened and embarrassed by her failure to stay dry as Big. The sentence, “Lastasha wouldn’t have wet the bed,” replayed in her head like a neverending shame siren. Shaking off her melancholy, she cast aside her intrusive thoughts and quickly pieced together a plan.

Lightbulb!

Hurrying over to the shower, Stacy forcefully cranked the water on before proceeding to close the shower stall door and make her way downstairs. Arriving on the first floor, there was one thing she still needed to take care of before she could get the door. She held her breath and silently opened the nursery door to peek inside. The relief she felt as she listened to a choir of snoring was all the confidence boost she needed. She’d talked her way out of worse pickles than this. Sealing the nursery shut, she compelled her shoulders to ease back, got into as Big of a mindset as she could muster, and readied herself to face off against the REAL Bigs at the front door.

*CLICK!*

“Hey guys,” said Stacy meekly as she cracked open the door and peered outside at the Big trio of Carol, Martin, and Mal. Gulping hard, merely looking at all three of them assembled side-by-side had her shrinking even further away from the coveted caregiver role. She refused to cave so easily though, pushing herself to be bold as she widened the door, “Oh, geez! Time really flies when you’re having fun, huh?” She giggled alone at her attempt at levity.

Folding his arms, Martin had dealt with Stacy enough times to know when she was up to something. “Where’s Connor? All three of us have tried his phone. We had half a mind to contact Latasha too before you answered yours,” he said, his usual, kindly demeanor buried beneath the face of a frustrated parent.

“Yeah, and we still might!” Carol chimed in, going full Karen and delivering a powerful warning with only five single-syllable words.

Looking to Mal for help, Stacy’s grin faltered as even her own caregiver refused to back her up, “You’d better start explaining, young miss.”

Spinning a web of deceit in her head, the last thing Stacy wanted was for Latasha to get involved. Not only would she be likely to receive swift justice for her behavior last night but there was a good chance that Latasha could immediately cut her trip short to ensure the sanctity of her house. All the work she’d done to reveal the kind of guy she assumed Connor really was would be gone by dinner time. No matter what happened, she needed to keep them from calling Latasha at all costs. “Okay, for starters, I’m super sorry if you guys were panicking for the last twenty minutes. I promise, nothing bad is going on,” she said, her supposedly genuine capitulation sounding more like an obligatory TubeTuber’s apology voice. Thankfully, her lip service was enough to get Martin and Carol to take a breath, permitting her to continue chipping away at their austerity, “As far as Connor’s phone is concerned…he’s a little preoccupied at the moment.” Pointing upstairs, she prompted Martin and Carol to stick their heads through the doorway. The noise of a shower running was unmistakable.

“Ah…I see,” said Carol, her anger beginning to simmer due to a surprisingly even-keeled explanation. Although, she was still fuming from the heart attack Connor gave her. Searching for a reason to still be upset, her reasoning pivoted, “Perhaps picking a later shower time would’ve been wiser. Latasha wouldn’t be pleased to hear how the caregiver she left in her sted is missing in action like this.”

Sensing Carol’s fury was weening, Stacy only needed to dodge a few more questions before she could drive this thing home. “You make a good point. Connor probably should’ve waited,” she said, opening with a concession as a means of persuasion, “He just wanted to shower before Ellie and Riri woke up, so he deputized me to keep an eye on the sleeping angels. You see, for the past few weeks, I’ve…been exploring the older, Middle Space side of my kink personality, which is something Latasha’s been allowing me to do…with Mal’s permission, of course. Right, Mal?”

Standing on the edge of the porch as far away from the conflict as possible, Mal didn’t so much as flinch when Carol and Martin turned to stare them down. “Yep, my little miss is growing up,” she said, aiding and abetting her employer’s misdeeds at the drop of a hat.

Stacy subdued her reaction to Mal's compliance, though it was incredibly difficult not to let a pair of horns sprout out of the top of her head. Mal was truly worth every penny. Sadly, despite acquiring a foolproof alibi for her sudden turn to the Switch side, not everyone was convinced.

“Ya know, my baby girl loves to come home and tell me all about her day, no matter how mundane it may have been,” said Martin, his tone betraying his benevolent smile as he raised a suspicious eyebrow on Stacy’s way, “I don’t know. This just seems like the kind of thing she would’ve mentioned.”

With how close Stacy was to getting away with everything, to be thrown a last-second curveball was agonizing. If she were able, she would’ve let out a scream loud enough to shatter every window in the Padded Palace. Knowing she had nothing to back up any claims she could make about Riri, she did the only thing she could do and deflected. “I was kind of shy about it at first so that might be why, though I can’t exactly speak for Riri. What I can say is that Connor was planning to call you all after his shower. I know it’s probably too late to ask but the four of us had been talking about seeing a matinee before we split off,” she said, ramping up the disappointment in her voice. This may not have been the most ideal time to drop a line about extending their overnight party into the next afternoon but she needed to take Martin’s attention off her Middle Space fib somehow, “It’s the whole reason Riri and Ellie are sleeping in since the movie would be during naptime.”

While neither Martin nor Carol would ever dare to admit it, Stacy had done well working down their justified vexation to the point where her somber pouty face was doing a number on their heartstrings. In the end, based on all the evidence they had in front of them, this entire brouhaha appeared to be nothing more than an innocuous misunderstanding.

Not wanting to deal with the double-trouble tantrum from waking Ellie prematurely only to tell her that she wasn’t going to the movie theater, Carol placed her hands on her hips as she was unable to fully suppress her annoyance. “Ah, geez. You four just love to give us headaches don’t you,” she said, letting out a light-hearted scoff, “I suppose a movie wouldn’t be out of the question. What do you think, Martin?”

“Well, it’s not like Riri and I had anything planned today,” he said, displaying how much of a push-over he could be under the right circumstances. Moreover, he couldn’t help but contemplate all the home improvement work he could do with Riri out of the house for another few hours, “I can be back here at four to pick her up but I expect her waiting by the doorstep when I get here.”

Inching out in front of Martin, Carol added, “Same for Ellie. AND I expect a phone call from Connor when he gets out of the shower.”

Holding her hand stiff against her forehead, Stacy playfully saluted Martin and Carol. “You got it!” Receiving a nod from Martin and a headpat from Carol, the two Bigs each gave brief goodbyes as they made their way back to their cars. This left her alone on the porch with Mal, whose expression had yet to waver since her big lie about Middle Space Stacy.

“I think I need a raise,” said Mal plainly. Whether she had been waiting for the perfect moment to pounce on Stacy’s wallet or was merely taking advantage of a golden opportunity was anyone’s guess.

Regardless, there was little Stacy could do but relent, “Yeah, sure. Just be back around 4 pm.” The odd pair parted ways as she closed the front door, giving her a moment to let what just happened sink in. She rested the back of her head against the door, her legs nearly crumbling beneath her weight as she mumbled victorious, “And the Oscar goes to…”

Coasting between the fiery high of outsmarting a pair of Bigs and the smoldering anxiety of how badly that whole conversation could’ve gone, Stacy waded through the living as she made her way to the nursery to check on Connor, Ellie, and Riri. Luckily, their collective snoring had grown louder in her absence. “Looks like our fun isn’t over quite yet,” she cooed quietly as she leaned her chin against one of the crib beams and gazed upon her adorable Littles.

TO BE CONTINUED…

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Bubble-Butt Bubblegum

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Storm in the Diaper (Poll Winner)

Today's forecast calls for a 100% chance of drizzling. Proper protection is advised 🤭💕

Congrats to Lizzi on winning the March poll for Codi's Art Club!

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The Padded Palace Act IV: Chapter 8

DISCLAIMER: This story contains diaper usage, crossdressing, inappropriate language, humiliation, masturbation/diaper sex, and other ABDL themes. I hope you enjoy!

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“Pssst…Ellie…pssst…” whispered Riri, using her pointer finger to jab her nursery mate in the cheek and causing her to stir. Sadly, her initial efforts proved futile as Ellie ignored her and rolled away with her blanket tucked around her shoulder.

Unfortunately for Ellie, Riri was not dissuaded by her dismissive snoring. Within seconds of turning to her side and facing the wall, she felt a pair of hands grip her upper arm and proceed to shake her with an annoying amount of vigor. “Do you mind?” she bemoaned without a hint of Little Space in her voice as she grabbed hold of her pillow and whipped it back.

Dodging Ellie’s blind strike, Riri watched as the pillow that was intended for her whammed Connor in the face instead. Her hand shot up to cover her mouth, preventing her own bratty snicker from escaping the confines of the nursery. Part of her wanted to taunt Ellie for missing but she knew that would only end in conflict. “Ellie,” she said, her whisper growing slightly louder, “Connor needs to ask you something.”

Repositioning the pillow under her head, Ellie’s tired brain made no effort to process Riri’s request. Pushing out her lower lip, she swatted her hand around behind her head in the direction of Riri’s voice as she groggily shouted, “Just lemme sleeeeeeep!”

“M-Maybe we should just let her sleep and ask tomorrow,” mentioned Connor, still slightly discombobulated from the blow to the head. 

Riri, however, remained persistent. Crawling on top of Ellie, she straddled the sleepy Little’s hip and began to bounce up and down. Unsurprisingly, their mashing pampers created a cacophony of crinkles between them. “Nuh-uh, do you know how many naps she’s woken me from? Plus, she took Stacy’s side and helped pin you down. Ellie owes you,” she said, feeling a tad more vengeful than she’d like to admit. Moreover, while she didn’t verbalize it, she didn’t want this conversation to wait for a time when Stacy would be present; something that could potentially stunt the gain she made with Connor if Stacy were to meet his question with ridicule.

Unfortunately, Riri’s reasoning did little to quell Connor’s concern. Guilt set in as he observed Riri’s attempts to rouse Ellie, taken aback by the fascinatingly dissonant behavior she was showcasing. Only minutes ago, she had been engaged in a heart-to-heart with him over his kinky shortcomings, displaying the utmost patience and sensitivity to his plight. But put her back in a space with one of the other Padded Palace Littles and her mental maturity would immediately tumble backward. His guilt gave way to jealousy as he found himself secretly wishing that both she and Ellie would interact with him with the same sort of reckless abandon.

“Dis isn faiw,” whined Ellie, failing to keep herself from falling into Little Space as she struggled to squirm out from under Riri’s weight. Kicking her legs in disapproval, her grumpy eyes irritably darted between Connor and Riri, “Jus tell me wuh chu twos wans so I can go back ta seeps.”

A smug expression formed on Riri’s face. She may not have been as dauntless or as bratty as Stacy but she could still be quite prideful when getting her way. “I promise, this won’t take long. There’s something Connor wants to ask you,” she said, her words sparking the blush in Connor’s cheeks as he suddenly found himself in the hot seat.

Rubbing the back of his neck, Connor’s eyes studied the wavy folds of the blanket he was sitting on. Clutching the fabric in his fist, he pushed himself to make eye contact with Ellie in an effort to take his first step toward a bolder version of himself, “I don’t know how to get into Little Space on my own…and when I talked to Riri, she mentioned you were the quote-unquote resident expert, so I was hoping you might have some tips for me…or…something.” His volume dissipated as his sentence carried on. He unconsciously kneaded the blanket in his hands.

Rising as if brought back to life via resurrection, Ellie was now wide awake. Her smile seemed to double in size with each passing second as her head swiveled between Riri and Connor. “Well, it’s about time I started getting some recognition around here,” she said boastfully, her ego singling out and clinging to the “resident expert” comment. She may not have been the smartest bab in the nursery but when it came to shifting in and out of Little Space, few could rival her prowess; a product of her falling into the mental regression kink and frying her brain with hypnosis tapes at an impressionable age, “Okay, let’s start with the basics. The term ‘Little Space’ covers a wide range of ageplay mentalities, so how it feels is different for everyone. For instance, I tend to move between Little and Middle Space ages pretty fluidly, but I prefer my Little Space age to be somewhere between two and three whenever…possible…” Her words trailed off as Connor’s expression slowly became more dumbfounded. “You’re not getting any of this, are you?”

Shaking his head, Connor could feel his brashness receding. “Um…yeah. You’re gonna have to go back because you lost me at Middle Space,” he said, hunching his head close to his shoulders.

“Hey Connor, guess what?” said Ellie, skipping past Connor’s terminology befuddlement to address something significantly more pertinent, “You realize that you just regressed and you didn’t even notice, right?”

Flushing over Ellie’s comment, a confused Connor looked down at himself. He wanted to argue that Ellie must’ve been mistaken considering there was no obvious change in his mentality, though he wasn’t about to humiliate himself by proclaiming that he wasn’t Little with a thick diaper around his waist. “Um…I-I’m not sure…” he stuttered, looking to Riri for clarity.

“Ah! Ah! Right there!” said Ellie, scooching forward on her knees and squaring up with Connor, “As I said, everyone’s Little Space is different, which means the methods of getting there must also be different. And it’s so obvious that you fall in head first whenever you get shy or blushy.”

Shades of deep red descended upon Connor’s mug as he soaked in Ellie’s statement. He’d been called many things in his life but never had he thought of himself as an overtly bashful person. That being said, he couldn’t deny how sheepish his behavior had been. Although, in his mind, the reason for his demure demeanor was significantly different, “Th-That’s not the same! It’s not like I’m acting shy because I want to be. And of course, I’m blushing. This is embarrassing!”

“Exactly! It’s embarrassing, and being embarrassed makes you shy, and being shy makes you feel small,” refuted Ellie, compelling Connor to cower backward as she loomed over him, “Being Little doesn’t come out of a vacuum. You gotta stop fighting to subdue your reactions to everything and lean into what makes you vulnerable. That’s the only way to achieve genuine Little Space.”

“She’s right,” chimed Riri, swooping in behind Connor and placing a tender hand on his shoulder, “You told me you want to stop feeling ashamed of this, yeah? Well, I think you might be conflating the distress of shame with embarrassment of any kind, and that’s an unhealthy association.”

Sitting in silence, Connor contritely contemplated the world-shattering revelation that Ellie and Riri had dropped on him. Having spent much of his life avoiding humiliation at all costs, the concept of not only accepting embarrassment but leaning into it seems so bizarrely foreign. To his dismay, all this talk about his internalized relationship with humiliation had managed to coax those feelings out of him, which was made more perturbing thanks to the erection he could actively feel growing within his diaper. “I…uh…don’t know what to say,” he mumbled, a swarm of butterflies overtaking his tummy.

*SMACK!*

Without warning, Ellie's hands raised to meet Connor’s cheeks, cupping both of them with enough force to startle him out of his mental daze. “Then repeat after me: Me a big baby who wuv my diapees,” she said with a kind yet mischievous smile.

“What?! No,” said Connor, a line of crimson cementing itself on his nose and cheekbones as he pushed Ellie’s hands away on instinct.

Giggling over Connor’s tepid resistance, Riri happily jumped aboard Ellie’s train of thought, “Hehe! Why not? It’s just the three of us. Here, I’ll even go first! Me a big baby who wuv my diapees!” She grabbed her feet with both hands and rocked back and forth, teetering over the Little Space edge in hopes of dragging Connor down with her.

Sandwiched with Ellie on one side and Riri on the other, Connor felt as though he’d ingested one of those “Drink Me” potions from Alice in Wonderland, shrinking him down between the pair of doting Littles. He averted his eyes from their adoring gazes, wishing that he could bury himself beneath every blanket, pillow, and plushie in Ellie’s crib until he disappeared. Was that the feeling that Ellie was encouraging him to lean into? Fixing his mouth into a pout, he quietly muttered, “Me a big baby…w-who wuvs my diapees.” Steam may as well have been rising from his head with how rosy he had become.

“Oh, I’m sorry. Did you hear something, Riri?” asked Ellie sarcastically.

Playing along, Riri answered appropriately, “Hmmm…I think I did but it sounded so faint and squeaky. Must’ve been a widdwe mousey.”

Not one to enjoy having his temper tested, Connor's wounded pride had heard enough from the padded peanut gallery of Ellie and Riri. His hearing went dull and his vision seemed to blur as he forced himself to blurt out, “Me a big baby who wuvs my diapees!”

“Yay!” cheered Ellie, tackling Connor into a big hug and eliciting a childish giggle from the man who was supposed to be her caregiver, “See? Ish fun ta be blushy!”

Unable to stifle the laughter that seemed to spawn deep within his gut, Connor followed Ellie’s advice and did everything in his power to espouse the inherent silliness rising within his heart. He felt incredibly ridiculous as the mature portions of his mind fought to dictate his response, but those thoughts paled in comparison to the esoteric euphoria he got from allowing himself to play the fool. He wanted, nay needed to experience that feeling again. “Me a biiiiiiiiig baby!” he repeated, diving in for another dose of controlled humiliation, “Who wuvs my diapees!” A wide-eyed, innocent smile began to take shape as he snuggled into Ellie’s embrace.

“Yeth chus awe! Chus a big, big baby! Hehehe!” said Riri, letting herself fall on top of Connor and Ellie’s cuddle puddle as all three of them sank into Little Space together.

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That's the Way the Cookie Crumbles

The pitter-patter of bare feet briskly stepping across the tile floor echoed throughout the kitchen before coming to an abrupt halt at the pantry door. Perching herself on her tippy-toes, Bonnie wore a mischievous smile as she retrieved a jar of freshly baked cookies from the top shelf. How Daddy expected her to stay in her playpen with the smell of cooling dough taunting her from across the house was beyond her. Lucky for her, that very same Daddy just so happened to be out running errands under the assumption that his perfect angel was peacefully slumbering in her bed. What a sucker!

“To da victor goes da spoiws!” cheered Bonnie as her hand dove into the cookie receptacle. One by one, she munched on Daddy’s delectable chocolate chip cookies; made from scratch with his own secret recipe. The way they melted in your mouth was nearly as euphoric as full-on diaper sex, at least in the eyes of a snacky Little. Before long, she had eaten nearly half of the canister, something she hoped Daddy wouldn’t pay close enough attention to. Slipping her hand back into the ceramic pot, she decided that one more cookie for the road would satisfy her sweet tooth.

*CLICK!*

All of a sudden, Bonnie’s ear caught wind of a faint rattling coming from the front door. No, it was too soon! He should’ve been gone for at least another half an hour. Glancing toward the pantry’s top shelf, she knew she wouldn’t have time to put the cookies back without getting caught. She had no choice but to stash them in her nursery and hope for a chance to put them back later.

With the cookie receptacle tucked under her arm, Bonnie bolted back to her playroom and shut the door. Her eyes quickly scanned the room in search of the best available hiding spot for something as bulky as a cookie jar. Perhaps her toy box would be the best option. She hopped down on her knees before the large, wooden chest ready to hide her misdeeds.

*GUUUUUUURGLE!*

Bonnie’s eyes bulged as her stomach grumbled angrily. Looking down at herself, she became acutely aware of how much her abdomen was poking out from beneath her dress. She had eaten a lot of cookies, so an upset tummy wasn’t out of the question. However, this grumpy tum was paired with cramps that seemed to be moving southward at a concerning speed.

“Bonnie!” called out Daddy, his stern, knowing voice causing Bonnie to tremble, “You didn’t eat those cookies did you?”

Knelt atop the soft carpet with the jar of cookies clutched to her burbling belly, Bonnie did the only thing left that a Little could do at a time like this. “No, Daddy!” she lied horribly, frozen in place by the pressure rapidly building in her colon as she helplessly listened to Daddy’s footsteps approaching the nursery.

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The Padded Palace Act IV: Chapter 7

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*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.

…

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 baby 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 all 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 fixed 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.

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Paci Kiss

Nothing I love more than bumpin' binkies 😘💕

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App Dummy

*PING!*

Pulling the phone from his pocket, Mark smirked as he scrolled through his recent notifications. After months of tweaking and reconfiguring, the official CrissBaby Diaper App appeared fully operational. What better way to provide ease of control over CrissBaby’s entire product library than by allowing them to sync with mobile devices? No more fiddling around with a half-dozen remotes. Soon, control of all CrissBaby vibrators, robotic nursery aids, auto-locking fetish gear, and more would be paired with the convenience of a smartphone.

However, perhaps the feature that Mark was more proud of was the update he was allowed to make to every line of CrissBaby-branded diapers. Each and every nappy, from the thinnest of CrissBaby Pull-ups to the bulky might of the Super Absorber XXX, would soon house an array of microsensors capable of detecting all forms of diaper usage. Those pesky Littles won’t be able to hide those accidents anymore.

And which of those aforementioned pesky Littles would get to test out Mark’s latest and greatest innovation? Why, it would be none other than his darling baby girl and dutiful product tester, Shelby “Rocky” Rockwell. All it took was swapping out her usual CrissBaby padding for one with the microsensors embedded and voila! Now, he could keep track of how much of a good girl Rocky was being anytime, anywhere!

“Uh, Mark? Everything good?” said Rocky, catching a glimpse of Mark’s gleefully sadistic expression. It was a look she was all too familiar with. He was up to something, spiking both her anxiety and arousal simultaneously. Not wanting to masturbate to quell her rising lust for a second time today, she pushed on her bladder to stem her stimulation.

*PING!*

Mark’s phone once again, this time catching Rocky’s attention. “What do you keep giggling at on your phone?” she said, raising an eyebrow at how intently he was staring at his phone screen.

“Oh, nothing important,” replied Mark, snickering softly as a new “WET” alert popped up along the bottom of his screen. Rocky would surely be upsetti spaghetti once she found out the truth but for now, this new invention would be his kinky, little secret.

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The Padded Palace Act IV: Chapter 6

DISCLAIMER: This story contains diaper usage, crossdressing, inappropriate language, humiliation, masturbation/diaper sex, and other ABDL themes. I hope you enjoy!

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Gazing into the warm glow of his phone screen, Connor could feel a strange stirring in his lower tummy with each tantalizing art piece Riri scrolled past. From mechanical arms and hypnotic screens to every kind of sissy dress imaginable, it seemed like there was no limit to what artists were capable of injecting their diaper kink into. To think that so many talented individuals were dedicating time and effort to the creation of something that would be primarily used for spank-bank material was unfathomable to someone who spent years of his life convincing himself to be a physics major for financial means. “So like…people get paid to do this or…” he trailed off, his hungry eyes lured into a trance-like state by a barrage of horny images.

“Some do, some don’t. Kink communities are packed with artists, from amateur to professional,” said Riri, who struggled to keep her thumbs from scrolling through her favorites list too fast. There was just so much she wanted Connor to see, and based on the feverish look in his eyes, it was clear how mutual that desire was. Tapping the icon in the top right corner, she opened the log-in pop-up menu, “You should make an account. Then, you can start favoriting stuff too.”

Almost instantly, Connor’s body tensed up. “Oh, uh, that’s okay. I can just look off yours,” he said, glancing away and rubbing the back of his neck. He couldn’t have been easier to read if he tried.

“What? Worried your parents are gonna check your search history or something?” scoffed Riri, jabbing her pointer finger into Connor’s side for emphasis, “It’s an anonymous account, ya dork. Worst thing that happens is you never use it.”

Failing to withstand Riri’s prodding assault, Connor quickly buried his body beneath the poofy comforter. He peeked around the thick blanket, glaring playfully at his obnoxious cribmate. “Fine but no more pokes,” he said, overcome with the fuzzy sensations of Little Space radiating throughout his chest.

A smirk grew on Riri’s face as she cheerfully handed Connor’s phone back to him. “I knew you’d see things my way,” she said, showcasing that she could be quite the bratty Little when Stacy wasn’t around.

Tapping through the DeviantArt sign-up process, Connor decided to utilize an old, cringy email address he had as a teenager. The idea of having random kink messages appear alongside professional emails did not sound appealing. He then entered one of his usual passwords and was taken to a second window asking him to select a username and date of birth. While the latter was no issue, it slowly became apparent how daunting the former was to someone taking their first steps into an online fetish community. Obviously, using any of his gamer tags was out of the question, and to ask Riri for help with something so simple would incinerate his already broken pride. Thinking on his feet, he typed in New2Diapers, which was the first username that popped into his head. Sure, it was simple but he wasn’t about to get caught up in an endless cycle of second-guessing himself. From there, he confirmed his email and was good to go. “Done. Happy?” he said, sticking his tongue out at Riri afterward.

“Very,” responded Riri, scooching forward and sticking her neck out overtop Connor’s phone. Her expression soured as he shifted to shield his phone from her, “C’mon, lemme see.” She rudely reached out to take Connor’s phone, only for him to pull away again.

Holding his phone high out of Riri’s reach, Connor may have been padded but he still towered over the short-framed girl by nearly a full foot. “Sowwy, you must be this tall to access my account,” he said, snickering as Riri tried to scale his arm. Her efforts eventually forced him to stand up fully to keep her at bay, prompting Riri to counter his movements. Their silent squabble eventually came to a head thanks largely to the blanket Connor had previously used as a barrier. Tripping over the crumpled comforter, he toppled down onto the mattress butt first.

*SQUELCH!*

The mushy, pulpy interior of Connor’s diaper oozed around between his thighs and swirled against his sore, yet spry member, reminding him of the diaper change that he was still in desperate need of. The gushy noises that the muck balloon strapped to his waist produced were loud enough that Riri recoiled at the sound. She looked down at his swollen, splotchy-brown padding, secretly wishing her own diaper was equally as stuffed. Shaking her head to snap herself out of the horny stupor she was being lured into, she suppressed her inner ABDL cravings and instead moved to provide aid to her souled comrade, “Don’t know about you but I think it’s about time we got you out of that diaper.”

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Placing a towel and a fresh pamper on the back of the toilet, Riri handed Connor a trash bag before clasping her hands together. “I’m sure I don’t really need to tell you how to do this part,” she said cheekily, relishing in how easy it was to turn Connor’s cheeks red, “Last chance to let me change you. Trust me, I’ve dealt with bigger stink butts than yours.”

“I think I can manage but I appreciate the offer,” Connor said, rolling his eyes in a very animated fashion. He considered asking for one of his old pull-ups instead of the nighttime diaper Riri had saddled him with but given the current state of his noxious nappy, his request was likely to meet a swift rejection. In all seriousness, he was grateful to have Riri at his side, especially considering how insane the rest of the Padded Palace girlies were, “Thanks, Riri, for everything.”

Holding out two thumbs-up with her arms fully extended, a sense of pride washed over Riri. In a way, Connor felt like the younger sibling she never had. Regardless of whether his half-awake “Con-Con-nie” remark meant anything or not, she was thrilled to help him on his journey of self-discovery. “I’ll grab some clean clothes while you rinse off,” she said, moving toward the exit but stopping short of closing the door as a lightbulb went off in her head, “Any particular wardrobe you’d like me to pull from?”

Connor froze midway through fluffing out the trash bag as the crimson on his face deepened. Anyone else would’ve thrown another dress or nightie at him without hesitation. Only Riri was kind enough to ask, though that kindness was marred with the humiliation of admitting his wants. Coming up with an excuse on the fly, he fixed his dishonest gaze upon the intersecting lines of the bathroom tiles and responded softly, “L-Latasha says I’m not allowed to sleep in boy clothes…so…yeah.”

Once more, Riri was thrown into a fierce battle with her facial muscles over how wide she allowed her smile to get. “Then I’d better go find you something extra cute,” she said, skipping off toward the nursery and leaving Connor alone in the bathroom.

*CLICK*

Twisting the lock on the bathroom doorknob, Connor expelled the air from his lungs as he leaned over the sink. It was his first time truly alone since midday yesterday and as such, the relief of having some brief isolation was almost as euphoric as anything the girls had done to him in the last 24 hours. “How the hell does Skye do it?” he mused for the billionth time, pondering the various downsides that a perma-Little life would come with.

Goosebumps formed along Connor’s arms and stomach as he grabbed at the skirt of his slightly sweaty sleeper and raised it over his belly. It was time to retire the nightie for the evening, much to his chagrin. Or at least, that’s what he thought. Regrettably, as he went to lift the dress over his head, he felt several strands of hair tug upward as if someone were trying to pluck them from his scalp individually. He panicked for a few moments as the nightie fell back around his body. “Oh, for f…sake,” he said, stopping short of dropping a f-bomb as he spotted four bobby pins knotted up in his hair that had been dislodged by the flowy garment. One by one, he pulled the bobby pins out of his head, wincing as several of the hairs were completely pulled out in the process.

With the bobby pins cleared, Connor was finally able to strip. A subtle melancholy overcame him as he balled up the nightgown in his hands and dropped it to the floor next to the sink. Sure, Riri was already in the process of collecting another nightie for him but this was perhaps his only chance to wear Skye’s favorite. All of a sudden, the isolation that had once filled him with relief became riddled with emptiness and anxiety.

Those unfortunate feelings only grew stronger as Connor hooked his thumbs around his diaper’s waistband. It hadn’t occurred to him beforehand but he was about to undergo another massive first. With Latasha’s permission, he had changed himself out of pull-ups numerous times for countless reasons but never had he done so with a full-on diaper, especially one this heavily used. Stricken by the fear of his muddy diaper dropping to the floor only to splatter everywhere, he considered lying down to take his diaper off but quickly tossed that idea aside as he thought about his butt sinking into his own mess again. The last thing he needed right now was to inflate his squishy diaper-fueled arousal any further. Wrapping his forearm around the bloated behemoth hanging between his knees for support and widening his stance, he prepared to remove the first tape. Blood pooled in his head as he stood hunched over his diaper, growing woozier by the second.

*KNOCK! KNOCK!*

However, before Connor could proceed with his undiapering, a soft banging at the door startled him. “Pssst! Hey Connor,” said Riri, keeping her voice low as she spoke through the door. The padded caregiver remained motionless as he listened.

Holding a folded, powder blue nightie made of taffeta and lace in her hands, Riri bobbed up and down on her tiptoes as she spoke, “I’ve got your outfit picked when you’re ready. I can just leave it on the floor or-”

*CLICK!*

Riri fell instantly silent as the sound of the bathroom lock unlatching echoed through the darkened hallway. Taking a meek step backward, she watched as the door slowly opened to reveal a topless Connor in nothing but a loaded, lumpy nappy.

“I’m…uh…I’m not sure…,” said Connor, his voice barely registering in Riri’s ears, though the shame written across his face spoke volumes,  “...I don’t think I can change myself…”

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Push Me, Mommy

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Digging a finger between the elastic of his soft pink, cotton socks and his delicate ankle, Sammy quickly slid off one sock and then the other before sneaking his little toesies over the rim of the stroller. He chortled as the mellow, early evening air whizzed between his stretching piggies, cooling them down after a long day out and about. From shopping at the mall and eating in a fancy café to the Mommy-Little potty class he attended weekly, the diaper-clad Little had been on a tirade of fun all afternoon. If it hadn’t been for the stroller, he would’ve been resigned to returning home after his exciting day out completely pooped. Thankfully, he didn’t have to worry about how exhausted he was while under the diligent care of his Mommy.

“Uh oh! I see someone’s widdwe grippers poking out,” said Jade in a sing-songy voice from behind the oversized stroller’s telescoping handlebar, immediately causing Sammy to yank his feet downward. She giggled, adoring the silly antics of her precious Little. Unlike her easily exhausted baby boy, she was nowhere near tired as demonstrated by the peppy bounce in her step. Whatever equivalent of Little Space existed for Bigs, she was feeling it in full force, “You got a good hold on that pencil holder, sweetie?”

Nodding his head enthusiastically with a small, clay pot in his hands, Sammy responded, “Uh huh! Ish extwa safe!” he said, snickering merrily as he held his handiwork close to the chest of his overalls with pastel-colored patches scattered across the infantile, denim outfit. Painted sky blue with red and yellow flowers circling the pencil holder’s circumference, Sammy’s handmade cup was practically indistinguishable from one a toddler would craft, making him love it all the more.

All of a sudden, Sammy felt the wheels of the stroller come to a full stop, prompting him to peek over the side of his carriage. His eyes instantly widened with anticipation as he spotted an empty park playground. Usually, he had to suppress his unending desire to play in public spaces. However, given that the sun was low and the park was empty as far as the eye could see, this was the perfect opportunity to indulge his need for Little Space activity. 

“We’ve got a little time before we need to head home and get dinner started. Wanna play for a few minutes?” said Jade, already knowing Sammy’s answer before she asked. Sure enough, her subby bundle of joy was practically attempting to leap out of the stroller as he craned his head over the canopy and nodded vehemently. Sadly, it was his own fatigue that did him in. She watched empathetically as Sammy’s jelly legs crumbled beneath his weight, sending him crashing into the spongy cushions that lined the stroller’s bassinet, “Oh dear, that tired huh?”

Folding his arms with a mighty pout taking shape in the center of his face, Sammy gazed at the playground longingly. Had he known jungle gym playtime was on the table for today, he would’ve used his energy more sparingly. “Ish no faiw! I wansa pway, Mommy!” he whined with an unmistakable lisp.

Gazing amongst the playground’s offerings, Jade searched for a way for her baby to play in the park whilst remaining stationary. The solution to her problem presented itself in the form of a four-seater swing set: three of which were normal swings that anyone of any age could sit on with a baby swing filling in the fourth slot. For a brief moment, she considered the possibility of plopping Sammy’s tushy inside the waste-guarded baby swing. The mental image was almost too tempting. Tragically, the thought of her baby boy getting stuck in the swing, while admittedly hilarious, would be far less funny if she was forced to call for help. Why ruin the day with a mean-spirited prank when some soothing swing-time would surely bring an equal amount of blush to Sammy’s face? “Hey Sammy-cakes, I think I see a swing over there with your name on it,” she said, pointing toward the row of dangling seats.

Within seconds, Sammy’s somber expression made a complete 180-degree turn. Holding up grabby hands, he exclaimed, “Uh huhs! I wansa swing weawwy high!” His excitement doubled as Jade lifted the clay pot from his hands before lifting him out of the stroller. He was so lucky to have such a tall and athletic Mommy.

The chains of swing jingled and jangled as his pampered rear settled into place atop the black, flexible strip of canvas. It was a delightful sound that compelled Sammy to clap and Jade’s heart to sore. Their Little-Big synergy had been maxed out.

“Push me! Push me!” chanted Sammy, kicking his legs gleefully as he anticipated his initial launch. That anticipation would increase by a gazillion times once Jade’s hands planted themselves on his hips and pulled him backward. The butterflies whizzing throughout his tummy reacted in kind, ramping up their fluttering to astronomical speeds. He was so excited that his body unconsciously expelled several spurts of urine into his diaper; a product of his existence as a perma-diapered dork.

Extending the swing up and back as far as her strength permitted, Jade heaved Sammy forward with all her might, propelling her baby boy through the air at a pleasing pace. “Don’t forget to move your leg, my honey baby,” she said, tossing in Sammy’s favorite embarrassing pet name for good measure.

Sammy minded his Mommy’s wishes dutifully, extending his feet outward at the peek of his arc. He then used his momentum to throw his legs back as the swing crashed back to Earth, returning him to Jade’s loving embrace. A second push immediately followed, repeating his jubilant ascent. It was safe to say his Little Space levels were off the charts.

Likewise, Jade’s Big heart swelled with love for her darling Little. Allowing Sammy to be his silly, diaper-soiling self was more important to her than life itself. He was her everything, and she was his. “Is that high enough, Honey Baby Sammy?” she asked, coyly snickering as her hands collided with the crinkly surface of a diaper. It was a kink, they shared after all.

“Uh-huhs!” shouted Sammy, his voice filled with unabashed glee as gravity ushered him back toward his Mommy at a pleasant speed. He and his Mommy continued to play the day away with the sun slowly lowering itself on the horizon as if every push from Jade propelled the Earth to rotate. Waggling his legs with no regard for how silly he looked, he never wanted their playtime to end.

*GRUUUUUUUUMBLE!*

Sadly, all good things must come to an end, which was a lesson Sammy’s rumbly belly was more than happy to remind him of. “I-I hungy, Mommy,” he said bashfully as a line of blush from earlier resurfaced. A grumpy tum meant only one thing: feeding time. The front of his diaper began to wiggle and pulse as Jade slowed his swinging to a stop.

“Alrighty, take Mommy’s hand, sweetie,” said Jade, extending her hand to Sammy and waiting for him to accept it. Her smile expanded rapidly as he sheepishly reached out and wrapped his entire hand around her fingertips. Leading her baby boy by the arm, she escorted them to a nearby park bench and took a seat near the edge to give him as much room as possible. Her hand patted the space next to her sensually, “Lie down, baby.”

Sammy’s butt sank into his squelchy padding as he obeyed Mommy’s command, alerting him to how much he had used his diaper while swinging. Overwhelmed by a tantalizing combination of love and lust, he quickly threw his head down onto Jade’s lap, burying the crimson hues adorning his cheeks.

“Aww! What a shy little slice of pie you’re being! Are you excited to nom on Mommy’s boobies?” teased Jade, relishing in the way Sammy mashed his face into her thighs harder out of sheer embarrassment and squeed at the top of his lungs. She could easily turn him into a babbling mess with a few more comments like that but she didn’t want Sammy to end up non-verbal for the rest of the night. Instead, she shifted her attention to unclipping the front of her maternity bra in preparation for Sammy’s feeding. After months of using a breast pump daily, her melons had swollen to nearly double their original size, providing her with all the nutrition a growing baby could ever need. Placing a hand under Sammy’s head as she spun him face up, she lowered the front of her loose-fitted top, revealing a tit equal to the size of her Little’s head.

Sammy’s eyes widened in unison with his mouth, feeling spoiled rotten as his lips were guided to Mommy’s taut nipple. His tongue swirled around Jade’s areola, tasting the first few drops of her sweet, warm milk. Those drops soon transitioned into a trickle before becoming an all-out stream of murky, white fluid, with Sammy trapped beneath the weight of her bountiful bosom and forced to swallow mouthful after mouthful. Not that he was complaining one bit. He’d happily suckle on Jade’s mommy milkers for the rest of time if that’s what she wanted.

Meanwhile, Sammy’s cock raged on the inside of his pillowy diaper, begging for the gentle caress that only a Mommy could provide. He feebly thrust his hips, bouncing his butt up and down without any control. Gobbled up by a void of pleasure, his arms fell limp to his sides and his eyes rolled back as he felt Jade’s hand bless the front of his diaper with its presence. 

Jade soothingly scratched the back of Sammy’s hair while her other hand mooshed into his squishy diaper front, surrounding him with comfort on all sides. “That’s my happy baby,” she said, gathering as much diaper fluff as she could around the base of Sammy’s crotch before sliding her fingers around the outline of his shaft, “My happy, horny widdwe baby.”

Quaking didn’t begin to describe the way Sammy’s body blissfully twitched and convulsed. Interred within the logical recesses of his brain, he could tell an orgasm was near even if his conscious mind had all but gone silent. His muffled moans echoed out across the darkening sky as he continued to fill his stomach to the point it began to pooch out the tummy flap of his overalls.

Jade could sense that Sammy was close to climaxing due to the increasing suction around her nipple. Growing sore and not wanting to leave her mammaries lopsided, she knew a change-up was in order. “Time to switch, my honey baby,” she said, unlatching Sammy from her right breast and shifting him to her left without missing a beat. With part two of his feeding underway, she picked up the pace of her diaper fondling to ensure he squirted before his meal was complete.

“Abababa!”

“I know, sweetheart. We’re almost home.”

Suddenly, a pair of unfamiliar, tired-sounding voices pulled Jade’s focus away from Sammy and toward the park’s walking path. Seconds later, a young Daddy and his adorable Little rounded a section of trees. He had her hoisted upon his back, her aching feet dangling at his sides. Behind her, a brown, bulging nappy sagged far below the hemline of her skirt, earning a nose chuckle from Jade. Fortunately, the Daddy looked completely unphased, likely the product of his impressive physique.

The Daddy and Jade made eye contact with each other as he and his baby girl passed by, nodding to each other in solidarity. He shot a pining glance at her stroller momentarily, which didn’t go unnoticed. “Bought it second-hand on eBay. I highly recommend,” she said, receiving a snicker and a meek thumbs-up from the perspiring papa.

“MMMMMM!” wailed Sammy, yanking Jade’s eyes southward. In the midst of advising the Daddy on how to buy a premium stroller without breaking the bank, she’d absentmindedly edged Sammy past the point of no return. Milk dribbled down his chin as he erupted with ecstasy, gushing countless globs of cum into his beloved padding. His sucking ceased as his quivering body steadily calmed down. 

Raising her hand from Sammy’s diaper, Jade resumed running her nails along his scalp, though at a considerably slower pace. Aftercare was now the name of the game. “Did you have fun, Sammy?” she asked, giggling as his bobbing head bobbled her boobs. As her gaze drifted off toward the fading sunset, she sighed with an abundance of contentment. It had been a wonderful day, which made what she said next a tad bittersweet, “It’s time to head home, honey baby.” With his head resting against her, she hugged his upper half tightly. Soon, they would be welcomed by the coziness of their house but for a few moments longer, they got to enjoy the final fleeting seconds of daylight. Until tomorrow, Mr. Sun.

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*RIIIIP!*

Unsticking the last of the four tabs, Jade promptly patted the square of tape down on the diaper’s landing pad. “Ah! There we go. Much better,” she said, wiggling her hips atop the changing table and indulging in her favorite part about being diapered: the symphony of crinkling. Straining her peripheral vision in Sammy’s direction, she arched her back in a seductive manner as she sat up, “Like what you see?”

Sitting criss-cross applesauce in a fresh, nighttime diaper with his hands gripping his ankles, Sammy eagerly affirmed Jade’s question, “Uh huhs! Chus weawwy, weawwy pwetty!” His grabby hands made a pleasing reappearance, illustrating his desperation to be held inside her arms. Mommy never looked sexier to him than when she was padded.

“Hehe! You’re too sweet, honey baby,” she cooed, leaping off the changing table and adjusting the hem of her diaper. She may have been a full-time Mommy but the diaper lover in her needed to be pacified as well. Luckily, she had the best baby boy in the world who didn’t think of her as any less Big to him whether she was nappied or not, “So, Sammy-baby, do you want to be the big spoon or the little spoon tonight?”

Shuffling his feet exuberantly beneath the covers, this was perhaps Sammy’s favorite question. “Big spoon!” he said, holding his arms open wide, both for emphasis and in preparation for his Mommy’s arrival.

Jade flicked off the light switch, leaving only the soft glow of a crescent moon nightlight to guide her toward Sammy and a very comfy-looking crib. Slipping into bed, her simpering lips curled inward as she allowed herself to be cuddled into her baby’s chest. She scooted her butt back until it too was pressing into Sammy’s form, biting her lip as she felt him stiffen as though their playtime at the park hadn’t occurred. “Nite nite, Sammy,” she said, nestling her head into the crux of his arm.

“Ninis, Mommy,” replied Sammy, squeezing and snuggling Jade as the pair of padded lovers settled into place for a good night's sleep.

THE END.

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The Padded Palace Act IV: Chapter 5

DISCLAIMER: This story contains diaper usage, crossdressing, inappropriate language, humiliation, masturbation/diaper sex, and other ABDL themes. I hope you enjoy!

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“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.

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Miss Agatha's School for Lost Sissies

A search for his missing friend leads a young detective down a degrading rabbit hole of diapers, dresses, and dommes.

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Plot Synopsis: A search for his missing friend leads Detective Matt Colson to the doorstep of the reclusive and kinky academy for adults named Miss Agatha's School for Lost Sissies. Follow Matt through 22 harrowing, horny chapters as his search to uncover the truth and rescue his best friend leads him down a humiliating path of feminization and padded regression. Will he find his friend and escape matriarchal boarding school or will he succumb to the allure and eroticism of diapers and frills?

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The Padded Palace Act IV: Chapter 4

DISCLAIMER: This story contains diaper usage, crossdressing, inappropriate language, humiliation, masturbation/diaper sex, and other ABDL themes. I hope you enjoy!

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*CREAK!*

The turgid, antique dresser squeaked angrily as Stacy pried open the heavy drawer. She gazed down at the array of pajama pants, soft t-shirts, and silky lingerie with a crooked smile. Having only packed a small selection of prissy dresses and babyish PJs, she was woefully unprepared when it came to the subject of Big clothing. Luckily for her, Latasha had plenty of options to choose from.

Dragging her fingertips along the lacy fabric of Latasha’s lingerie, Stacy contemplated going all out and dawning the salacious attire. To her surprise, merely clutching the lingerie was enough to make her face glow red with shyness. Despite her cool girl demeanor, she’d never gotten the opportunity to wear something so indubitably sexy. Balking from her grip on the buttery smooth negligee, she instead picked out a pair of cotton pajama bottoms and a simple, light yellow t-shirt with the words, Wine Mama, written in cursive across the bust.

With the clothing folded neatly in her hands, Stacy retreated to Latasha’s private lavatory. Unlike the compact nature of the downstairs bathroom, the master bathroom was far more expansive, possessing both a jacuzzi and a shower stall as well as a separate toilet. Though for as nice as the spacious latrine was, the bratty blonde was unphased thanks to the penthouse bathroom she had waiting for her at home. Setting the PJs down on the sink countertop, she slowly stripped down until only her nappy and diaper cover remained. She momentarily admired her perky, bare chest and athletic physique, contrasting the infantile nature of her lower undergarment. It was a stunning reflection, to say the least, but in order to continue, she would have to part with her precious padding.

Stacy let her hand gingerly trace her tightly swaddled hips before hooking her thumbs around the waistband of her plastic panties and cloth diaper. Goosebumps lined her thighs and forearms as a rush of fresh air brushed against her moistened crotch. “No more accidents,” she whispered to herself as if reminding her subconscious to secure her bladder. Shifting the diaper around her bodacious booty, she quickly stepped back as the sopping microfiber plopped down onto the tile floor. She then proceeded to tidy up by placing the swollen padding into the mesh laundry bag that she used for her soiled nappies. It was a caregiver’s job to keep the house clean, after all.

Opening the shower’s frosted glass partition, Stacy twisted the sterling silver knob to turn the water on. Her hand hovered beneath the clear, trickling liquid, waiting for it to warm to her liking. Once satisfied with the water’s temperature, she stepped into the stall, angling the showerhead downward to avoid wetting her hair. A full shower would certainly be overkill. Dispensing three pumps of citrus-scented body wash into her palm, she diligently washed her pelvic area free of all baby powder and lotion. Such puerile substances were unbecoming of an adult.

Capping off her two-minute shower by rinsing the suds away from her lower half, Stacy exited the glass booth, her soaking wet feet drenching the floor. She paid little mind to the drippy trail she left behind in her wake, focusing instead on procuring a towel. With a towel wrapped around her damp waist, the bougie-rich girl parked herself on the lip of the toilet to air dry. For the next ten minutes, she scrolled through Xwitter whilst the water droplets that decorated her legs and thighs slowly evaporated. Boredom would inevitably push her to manually wipe away the rest of the moisture but not until after she had quelled her social media addiction.

Now fully dry, Stacy returned to the pajamas she had set aside. A mischievous giggle escaped her lips as the cozy bottoms worked their way up her legs. She playfully snapped the elastic waistband against her hips. While she wasn’t keenly aware of it, she hadn’t gone without padding in nearly four months, making her commando status all the more foreign. Sliding on the t-shirt, she spun in front of the mirror to check out her slightly less-curvy reflection. “I feel more grown-up already,” she said, downplaying how much she missed the additional bulk around her posterior.

Forcing those childish, carnal desires from her mind, Stacy turned to leave the bathroom. However, she stopped just before breaking the bedroom’s threshold as her eyes spotted a pair of glimmering diamond earrings resting in the center of a small jewelry case. Curious how she would look in something so elegant, she sashayed back to the sink coyly and retrieved the formal fashion pieces, holding them up to each ear. Sadly, it didn’t matter how good the earrings looked pressed against her ear lobe. Without piercings, the most she could do was admire the diamond studs enviously. A stark chill crept up her spine at the idea of stabbing a hole through her ears.

Annoyed by her own immaturity, Stacy discarded the earrings back into the jewelry case and exited the bathroom in a huff. The discontented anti-Little flopped onto the bed and let out a painfully long groan, feeling significantly less Big than she had hoped she would by this point. That groan quickly transitioned into a strained sigh as she glared at the logline on her phone that read, “No new messages.” 

Tossing her phone aside and scowling up at the popcorn-textured ceiling, Stacy's frustration finally hit its boiling point, “What the heck are Bigs even supposed to do?!”

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*CREAK!*

The well-worn, wooden crib bars of Skye’s nursery crib squealed like a whining piglet as Connor gingerly lowered them to the floor. All the while, his eyes were fixed on Ellie, who was snoring as loud as a jackhammer. Knowing Ellie, her boisterous voice was almost certain to bring Stacy downstairs. It would be far safer to let her sleep.

Tiptoeing out onto the soft carpet with his sore, wobbly legs, Connor's ridiculously crinkly diaper and swishy nightie had him cringing with every sonorous step. A line of blush formed along his cheekbones as he was stricken by memories of his fateful evening and subsequent morning with Latasha during his first week at the Padded Palace. Oh, how far he had come, snickering as he looked upon his girly apparel and the poofy padding that accompanied it. Adding to the intense level of irony he felt was the fact that Riri currently resided with the very crib Latasha had seen fit to lock him within after stumbling upon the ABDL crime scene he had made of the nursery. If only she could see him now…actually, scratch that. He wasn’t certain he could handle the amount of blush that would be heaped onto him if Latasha found him in such a sissified state. Good thing he had the entire weekend to sort this mess out.

*WEE! WOO! WEE! WOO! WEE WOO!*

All of a sudden, miniature red and blue lights flashed as an ear-piercing alarm blared out across the nursery. Connor stumbled forward, his heart exploding out of his chest as he craned his neck back toward the source of the high-pitched noise. Lo and behold, his heedless footing had inadvertently awoken a cartoonish toy police cruiser. Thinking on his feet, he swiftly snatched a pillow from his crib and slammed it down on the cop car, exhaling cautiously as he did his best to reign in the shrill-sounding siren. Mercifully, the lights and sounds eventually ceased on their own. 

Now that the fuzz had been dealt with, Connor’s attention was transferred to Ellie. He didn’t dare breathe until he heard her deviated septum echo out another snore. Resting his mouth against the pillow, he wheezed silently with relief. “I swear to Goddess, I’m going to rip out your batteries and disassemble you screw by screw,” he yammered under his breath, subduing his volume to ensure Ellie’s slumber went undisturbed. His transient outburst earned a few muted chuckles from Riri, whose anxiety was also settling after the toy car’s brief uproar. 

Gawking at the floor with unblinking eyes, Connor wasn’t about to make the same mistake twice. He stepped lightly around the various stuffies and toys scattered throughout the nursery, an inquisitive expression forming on his face as he spotted the Palace’s vacuum standing in the middle of the room. Next to the free-standing cleaning device was a slew of vacuum markings covering about a quarter of the nursery’s carpet. Whoever had picked up after he passed out had done a crappy job, though he had a pretty good guess which of the girls was responsible.

Rolling his eyes at what was likely Stacy’s shoddy handiwork, Connor pushed forward at the speed of molasses until he reached Riri’s crib safely. In total, the entire excursion had only lasted a couple of minutes. But to Connor, who was absentmindedly dancing around Little Space, it felt as though he had survived a fraught and dangerous journey. Weight ascended from his shoulders as he sat down on the edge of the crib, the bars of which had been raised by Riri in preparation for his arrival. He was safe, at least so long as Stacy didn’t spring a surprise inspection on them in the middle of the night.

“Hi,” whispered Riri, poking a hand out from her soft, pink blanket cocoon and waving to Connor once again. She inched forward, scooching herself toward her feminized caregiver while making sure he still had plenty of space. With how vicious Stacy and, at times, Ellie had been, she wanted to ensure she was as delicate with his aftercare as humanly possible. She may have only been a Little but she had picked up a thing or two from her Daddy, Martin.

Waving back meekly, Connor’s eyes darted around the room awkwardly. He expelled an extended yawn, the late hour dangling over his head. “So…*YAWN*...wanna tell me why you beckoned me?” he said, bypassing pleasantries and getting straight to the point due to his rapidly escalating drowsiness.

Staring blankly at Connor, Riri had so many thoughts and questions circling her head that she wasn’t sure where to start. Having expected Connor to sleep until morning, she found herself somewhat unprepared. However, taking into consideration the copious amount of exhaustion encircling Connor’s eyes, she knew she couldn’t debate this in her head forever. Expelling the nervous air from her lungs, she peered deep into Connor’s eyes and asked simply, “How are you feeling?”

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"Inside of every creepy hatchet-wielding maniac is a jolly, happy, cupcake-loving child!"

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