PADME IN THE PALACE SUBCHAPTER: A family trip. Chapter one: dressed for the occasion
These chapters take place in-between chapters 5 and 6 of "Padme in the palace". Padme is taken with Jabba to see Rotta in Anchorhead for a quick business trip, where she learns all about the relationship between the two and becomes endeared to Rotta. Rated M for nudity and sexual humiliation, as well as diaper use. Adults only.
Padme sat on Jabba's throne, topless but for a pair of pasties, and wearing naught else but a gigantic diaper and plastic panties. She leaned back, her state of REM sleep disturbed by the uncomfortable diaper she was forced to wear. Every time padme moved, she could feel the gigantic bulk between her legs. Padme could no longer strut like a royal queen but rather was made to waddle like a toddler, and the heat trapped in her only garment led to her feeling immense discomfort whenever she sat, which was all the time. The diaper was also itchy, and Padme knew that whenever anyone looked at her, she was seen as less than an adult. Padme looked over at Azura, her caretaker, who was wearing her usual bronze chastity bikini, and felt envy for the woman.
"Goddess, I wish I had an outfit like hers." Padme thought as she leaned back, her huge, padded diaper crinkling again. "I wouldn't care if it's locked on, I would wear it if that what it took to wear some adult clothing for once in days."
Suddenly, she felt a weight upon her bladder and quickly relieved herself, ashamed at how quick she had become to use her diaper in this state. Padme leaned back with the soggy feeling of her own waste soaking through the diaper before a huge yawn behind her woke her up, making her jump with a start and sit straight up at attention. Jabba yawned, breathing his disgusting breath on the poor queen's face. Padme gagged and almost threw up as she inhaled his disgusting scent, quickly inhaling some of her perfume to alleviate the assault on her nostrils.
"Time to get up, my queen." Jabba said as he tugged her chains, pulling her into a sitting position. "Last night, I made a decision. I have decided you have behaved well enough that you shall be allowed some form of clothing for a special occasion today."
Padme's ears perked up at the sound of 'some form of clothing'. She had worn only her diaper for days, ever since she talked back to Jabba. Granted, it would likely be something like the bikinis the other girls in his palace wore, but it would at least be some kind of clothing. She sat at attention and looked into his huge eyes, curious as to what he meant.
"You shall be changed and stripped of your diaper, given some more adult clothing since you have learned that disobeying me results in being dressed in the clothing of an infant." Jabba said as he clapped his hands, making Azura walk forth. "Azura! Have my pet changed."
"Yes, master." Azura said, bowing as her chastity bikini shone in the light. "Right this way, my queen."
Padme stood up, her heart lightened at the prospect of actual clothing. She stood up and walked with Azura before she was suddenly stopped by the Twi'lek. A table was pulled into the middle of the room and Padme looked at it in confusion.
"Get onto the table, kahnkee." Jabba said with a grin. "You must first be changed and cleaned up."
Padme blushed dark red as the crowd guffawed, pointing at her diaper and plastic panty. The topless, diapered queen shakily sat on the table and leaned back, her soggy diaper feeling absolutely uncomfortable as Azura undid her plastic panties. Padme was glad at the opportunity to actually be relieved of her disgusting diaper, but being checked and changed in public was absolute humiliation for her.
"Lift your legs." Azura instructed as she placed the diaper cover in a bag to be cleaned. "How are we doing today? Any diaper rash?"
Padme shook her head as the crowd laughed even harder, her humiliation visible to all present as Azura also removed her pasties, revealing her nipples to the crowd.
"Good girl, let's get you cleaned up." Azura said as she wiped Padme down with the same horrid-smelling chemical rub, cleaning the queen's crotch and leaving her nude before the crowd. "You've been a good girl today, the master will give you some real clothing this time."
Padme hated being treated so infantile, and shuddered in shame as Azura helped her to her feet. She walked naked through the crowd, covering her breasts and vulva with her small hands as she moved through the mass of fleshy waves like she was wading through the ocean. Padme felt men and women alike groping her, dry-humping her, licking her, heard their words calling her a whore and a slut and a baby doll, her shame growing by the moment.
"Here we are." Azura said as she unlocked the door to the dancer's pit, leading Padme inside by her chain. "Let's get you something to wear. Millakai!"
A Zeltron slave girl with vibrant pink skin walked in, wearing a yellow bikini with red bra cups painted and molded to resemble eyeballs. There were two strips of fabric on both her back and front that led to her panty, crisscrossing across her midriff with bits of leather attached that resembled teeth. Millakai's panty also had leather 'teeth' on the waistband, to make her entire midriff resemble a mouth. It was as if the girl's bikini was a monster possessing her body and she was a husk for it to use.
"Likely the whole purpose of the outfit." Padme thought as she entered the room.
The room was a plush lounge area with pillows and other soft beds all over the place, as well as a corridor leading to a bathhouse and refresher and a shower area. Granted there was no privacy to use any of them, but since Padme was among other females, she felt more comfortable here than on Jabba's throne.
"Okay, hold still. We're going to give you a sponge bath, your highness." Azura said as she positioned Padme over a drainage grate. "Alusia, can you give me a hand?"
Padme turned around as the naked, pregnant slave girl walked forward, waddling due to the immense weight in her womb. Alusia turned on the shower grate and carefully grasped Padme's hair as Azura continued scrubbing the naked queen. Padme's diaper rash had left reddish discoloration on her bottom, and she had felt immensely itchy while wearing those awful garments, which endeared her to full nudity as opposed to being made to wear a baby's clothing and be checked and changed. Alusia scrubbed Padme's back, squatting and wincing slightly as she tried to scrub her legs.
"There you go, all clean." Alusia said as she stood up, wobbling slightly before Padme helped her steady herself. "Ruby dear, please come along."
"How's the baby doing?" Padme asked, feeling concern for the pregnant slave in such a hostile environment.
"Just fine, still kicking as much as ever." Alusia said as her daughter walked forth. "Help me with the queen's legs, please. I can't bend over that much."
She was also nude since she had been showering with her mother, and smelled of roses. Ruby looked up at Padme with her big, cute eyes, making Padme's heart hurt at such an innocent young girl, barely a teenager, in such a horrific environment as this. She was the opposite of Padme, a young girl's mind warped from slavery to a toddler in a young woman's body. Padme on the other hand was a young woman trapped in a toddler's body, and her diaper displayed that fact all too well.
"Here you go." Ruby said as she bent over, shaving Padme's legs with the laser trimmer and then rubbing aftershave gel into her skin. "I head Jabba say that you're going to get to wear something pretty for the trip to see his son."
Padme's ears perked up.
"His son?" she asked, surprised. "I think I know him, Rotta the Hutt. I even met him at once point, but isn't he pretty young?"
"Hutts age differently than humanoids do." Alusia said as she scrubbed Padme's hair. "They mature fairly quickly since they're such a long-live species, so Rotta is a teenager right now."
She stepped back as Ruby finished up scrubbing Padme's legs, making them sparkle with the sheen of smoothed skin. Alusia then hugged Ruby close and kissed her lovely daughter's forehead, hugging her close. Azura walked forwards, now nude since her chastity bikini had been removed, followed by Millakai.
"All right, highness. We're going to blow-dry that sexy body of yours and give you some fresh clothes." Millakai said as she turned around, her monstrous sling bikini seeming to contort its face into a snarl as she bent over to turn on the air dryer. "Hold still please."
Padme felt a powerful blast of hot air assault her from underneath the grating, making her long hair blow around like she was in a hurricane. She stood nude before the slaves as she turned around and fluffed out her hair to fully dry herself off.
"Okay, that's enough." Millakai said as she turned it off again and opened a large closet door off to the left, leafing through the outfits inside. "Master Jabba said you are to wear #10."
Padme looked through the costumes, all of them the trashiest, sluttiest and most revealing outfits she had ever seen in her entire life. She shuddered as she stood nude, covering her vulva for warmth more than modesty as a blast of cold air hit her hard.
"Here we are, #10!" Millakai said as she withdrew a hangar holding what looked like a generous amount of fabric.
Padme accepted the outfit and pressed it against her body, eager to wear anything but that disgusting diaper again. However, her joy was short-lived as she saw that it was not only incredibly revealing but also nearly translucent, and held it out for her eyes to see.
"I am to wear…this?" Padme asked in disbelief.
"Yes, please put it on." Millakai said with pity in her voice. "Unless of course, you'd rather go nude."
Padme's heart sank as she relented, for public nudity was an option she would not, could not, accept. She slowly slid the outfit on, feeling more and more degraded by the moment as a huge mirror was pulled up in front of her.
"Hold still, please." Millakai said as she helped Padme put the outfit on, her fingers brushing her sensitive skin. "There you go, so sexy. You look just like a princess."
The outfit was a sling bikini made of incredibly sheer purple fabric, the color of royalty, with a V-shaped sling acting both as panty and breast covering. There was a pattern of spaghetti straps in front and behind forming a crisscross pattern to accentuate her back and exposed belly, and there was not very much support for her firm breasts, meaning they could slip out of the outfit at any time. The bottom was just the lower V of the sling, covering only the barest bit of her womanhood and with a G-string-style strap that fully exposed her firm buttocks. Her legs were covered with netted stockings like lingerie, and she hated the look of them, like a prostitute's lingerie. Padme's shoes were pink crystal shoes, much like the crystal shoes she had been made to wear with her diaper and plastic panties, but here she hated them more than before.
"Off to the master now, he's in a hurry to leave." Millakai said as she led Padme out by her chains to a corridor. "Off to Anchorhead."
Padme walked through a doorway marked BOATHOUSE in Huttese, her uncomfortable pink crystal shoes pinching her feet. She had seen holos of Rotta before but never met him, and she was curious as to why Rotta was meeting his father now. Padme walked as her shoes made her trip slightly, her bottom swaying sexily as her purple sling bikini felt sweaty against her skin due to the intense heat from the doorway. Padme entered the boathouse and gasped at the sight of an enormous sail barge the size of a small palace, complete with solar sails and rigging. She was then prodded past the barge and onto a gangplank leading to a smaller skiff, being pulled along as Jabba hovered past on his throne.
"Here you are, master." Millakai said as she handed the chain to Jabba, the end being magnetized to the throne.
Jabba pulled Padme closer, the queen running to avoid being tripped up by the leash. The throne hovered onto the skiff and settled in place as the bloated Hutt pulled Padme into his arms, followed by several guards and the boat pilot.
"I think you will like Rotta, my queen." He rumbled, licking Padme's exposed naval and groping her firm breasts. "He remembers you from the holos he saw, and he has grown since he last saw you."
"I've heard." Padme said, not looking Jabba in the eyes as she had been trained to do.
Jabba pulled her chains, tugging her into his feeble arms and kissing her as the skiff powered up, speeding through the hot desert air. Padme groaned as she felt her body tingling at the unwelcome sexual touching. As the queen lay in her master's grip, she prayed Rotta was at least less touchy-feely than his father.
"One can only hope…" she thought as she leaned into her master's grip, her vulva growing uncomfortably tingly.
To be continued.