PADME IN THE PALACE: A Star wars fanfiction by shadowgirl999.
Chapter 4: padded Padme.
Forced diaper use of an adult woman ahead, adults only.
Morning came slowly in Jabba's Palace as the sleeping courtiers awakened. Padme had woken up about an hour earlier, her training allowing her to survive on less sleep. She lay naked but for her magnetic boots, her bracelets and her collar, her childish pigtails swinging as she sat upright.
"Good morning, Kahnkee." Jabba said as he deactivated Padme's boots. "You may stand now and accept your breakfast. And you may use the refresher if you please."
Padme stood up and walked over to her toilet hole, releasing the pressure on her bladder and bowels and wiping herself clean before she faced Jabba, eating as a plate full of mashed potatoes, breads, fruits and eggs were placed before her, naked and defiant as she put her hands on her hips. The public toilet with no privacy humiliated her greatly, but she endured it with a strong face and glared into Jabba's eyes, shaking from fear as she ate. Jabba ate in silence, glaring at her with obvious anger as Padme finished her breakfast and her face was cleaned by a naked Twi'lek with a napkin.
"What is it, master?" she asked, venom in her voice as her tired eyes stared at him.
"Your defiance cannot be tolerated, Kun'chee." Jabba said as he glared into Padme's eyes, activating her magnetic boots to hold her feet in place, spread wide in defiance.
The naked queen before him seethed at being referred to as such, her arms shaking as she kept her hands on her bare hips.
"I am not a vagina, I am a living, breathing, feeling woman and I won't accept that title." Padme said with a defiant hiss.
She stood nude before him, glaring into his eyes.
"Then I shall have to get a little more creative with my punishments, it seems." Jabba said as he clapped his fat hands. "Come forth!"
Padme turned to look at the two Twi'lek women wearing white and gold bikinis approaching her with what appeared to be a box like the one her collar and other accoutrements came in, only much bigger. She was curious as to what was inside of it, but it was most likely nothing good.
"Since you are ungrateful for such lovely gifts as the beautiful gold and gems I have lavished upon you, I have no choice but to punish you." Jabba said as the slave girls set the box down in front of her, opening the lid. "Put it on right now and wear it for all to see."
Padme's magnet boots were deactivated, allowing her to walk over to the box and look inside, begging mentally that it contained at least some form of clothing besides shoes. Her heart sank when she looked in the opened box and reached inside, realizing it was full to the brim with the same huge, padded diapers she had been threatened with being made to wear the other day. A slave girl held out a pair of plastic panties with infantile decorations upon it, obviously meant for the naked queen to wear over the diaper. Padme's heart sank at the sight.
"I won't." She said as she stood defiant in her magnetic boots. "I will not wear these."
"Your choice, Kahnkee, but if you do not wear them then I will have to have you relieve your bladder and bowels over the Rancor Pit as you have now had your toilet privileges rescinded." Jabba said as the crowd laughed and mocked the naked queen-turned-slave girl. "Put it on and I will have you changed and cleaned. Leave it off and you will relieve yourself in front of everyone like an animal."
Padme bent down, her pigtails swinging again. She felt even more childish and infantile with the diaper on, and even more naked than before. The humungous, padded diaper crinkled loudly as two slave girls strapped it over her crotch, leaving her in an absolutely infantile position. The crowd jeered and mocked Padme in her huge diaper, making her flush red with humiliation as they slid an equally huge pair of plastic panties over the infantile garment, leaving the queen dressed like a baby. A pair of nipple pasties were adhered to her breasts, covering her nipples and areolas. The contrast was perverse, with the queen dressed in only an infant's diaper and her nipples covered with the mere coverage of a pole-dancer's costume. It was as if it reduced her to a baby but made her appear as whorish as any adult prostitute, and Padme flushed red with utter shame.
"Azura!" Jabba shouted as an azure-blue-skinned Twi'lek walked forth, wearing only a locking chastity belt and chastity bra made of bronze.
"Yes, master?" Azura asked, walking forwards and bowing.
"You are to be my kun'chee's caretaker." Jabba said as a naked slave girl handed him a goblet of wine. "Change her when she requires it. You may activate her magnetic boots if she refuses and then strip her of her diaper, clean her and replace it with one of these."
He patted an enormous box full of giant adult diapers. Padme was on the very verge of tears as she stood naked before Azura as she pulled the giant box of diapers into an alcove near the throne.
"Of course, master." Azura said as she walked over to Padme, patting her diaper. "Potty-training, huh?"
"Of course, my pet is forbidden to change her own diaper. If she tries to remove it herself, I will know." Jabba said with a grin. "Now follow Azura, little baby queen. Your diaper needs changing."
Padme's eyes teared up, feeling upset at her current predicament. She looked away and closed her eyes in shame, shivering as her humiliating plastic panties crinkled loudly. Tears fell as the crowd laughed at her, some of the patrons mocking her infantile predicament.
"Master, I think your pet needs a little alone time." Azura said as she unlocked Padme's collar and chain. "May I?"
Jabba smiled and nodded as Azura took Padme's chain in her hands and led her out of the throne room and down the corridors, the enslaved queen's magnetic boots clinking as she walked, her diaper crinkling loudly.
"Bring her back soon." Jabba said as the crowd cheered, watching Padme's diapered rear swinging with every step.
As they walked down the hallways, men and women alike mocked Padme for her infantile position, her exposed breasts, her metal boots that made running impossible, and her absolutely humungous diaper.
"Right this way, highness. I'll have you broken into them in no time, but you really need to be housebroken soon." Azura said as she pulled Padme into a large harem room filled with pink curtains and beds, the queen's metal boots clanking with every step. "Now stay right here and help yourself to any food and drink. I'll be right back."
Padme was led to a couch and pushed into a sitting position as her magnetic boots clunked and clanked with every step, the rubber and metal they were composed of chafing her feet. The diapered queen ate some of the delicious fruit and drank the sweet blossom wine, her mind flashing back to her home on Naboo. She sighed and sobbed, hanging her head and covering herself with her hands in humiliation as she tried and failed to rest for about an hour. Even if she lived to be 100, Padme would never overcome this shame.
"Excuse me, are you new here?" a young voice asked.
Padme looked up through tear-filled eyes and looked at the owner of the voice. It was a young girl of no more than 12, dressed and made up like a whore. Padme wiped her eyes and realized she was the same cute little girl who had been whipped when Padme had disobeyed Jabba yesterday, still in her pink top and skirt.
"I recognized you from yesterday. You're Jabba's new girl?" she asked. "My name is Ruby."
Padme's heart sank when she saw the scars on the girl's back, knowing she was the cause of them.
"I-I'm Padme." She said, rubbing Ruby's back. "I'm so s-sorry that had to happen to you. It was all my fault."
"It's okay, I've had worse." Ruby said as she turned around and twirled, her miniskirt flaring up. "Do you dance?"
"Ruby, where are you?" an older woman, likely the girl's mother, called out to her. "Come here lovely, don't wander off and please don't talk to strangers."
Padme looked as a tall woman walked forward, wearing a red wrap skirt and matching bra top. She gasped when she realized a pregnant belly hung over her hips, horrified that anybody, even a Hutt, would make a pregnant woman a sex slave.
"Queen Amidala?" she asked, bowing slightly and wincing at the weight of her huge belly.
"Yes, but my royal title doesn't matter much." Padme said as she sat in her giant diaper. "Call me slave now."
"My name is Alusia." The pregnant woman said as the sweet little girl hugged her. "This is my daughter, Ruby."
"Mommy, why is she wearing that big diaper?" Ruby said, holding on to her mother's leg. "She's too old to wear diapers, isn't she? Isn't she potty-trained?"
Padme hung her head in shame as Alusia looked at her in pity. Her daughter hadn't meant to upset her, but she still felt bad. The little girl's innocent observations had only served to enhance the shame she was feeling at her predicament, that in her diaper she was no longer considered an adult within the walls of Jabba's palace.
"Don't be rude, Ruby dear." Alusia said, shooing her away. "The queen has been through a lot."
"I'm sorry, mommy." Ruby said, looking down and holding her hands behind her back while cutely tracing a circle with her toe. "I was just curious. A lot of the women here wear funny clothing."
"it's okay, I know you didn't mean anything by it." Padme said as she smiled at the little girl.
"Now run along and get in the tub. I'll join you soon." Alusia said as she patted Ruby on the head.
Ruby paused to hug Padme as she turned to leave, making Padme tear up.
"You're soft and pretty, I feel safe with you." Ruby said as she let go. "See you later, Queen Amidala."
Ruby waved goodbye as Padme sat up straight, her magnetic boots thankfully still deactivated.
"She's so precious, isn't she?" Alusia said as she sat next to Padme, wincing at the movement of the baby within her womb and wrapping an arm around her. "She's so curious, and growing up fast, I wish she would get out of here soon."
Padme shook as Alusia held her close, her emotions bubbling up like boiling water.
"I-I'm so sorry she w-was whipped." She sobbed. "It's a-all my f-fault."
"Oh sssh, it's okay. She's been taken care of, and she'll heal soon." Alusia said as she hugged Padme closer, her gigantic diaper crinkling as she did so. "He likely would have whipped her either way. I don't blame you for it, but I wish she didn't have to grow up like this."
Padme took a deep breath and sniffed, her nose all runny and sticky from crying. She hated feeling sorry for herself, even though she felt worse about poor Ruby being tortured on her watch. She felt so selfish.
"You know, after I gave birth to her, I had to wear diapers not too unlike yours." Alusia said as she leaned back, her red wrap bra and skirt rippling against her pregnant belly. "She was born here in the palace, and I was made to wear these absolutely enormous frozen diapers for months afterwards to stay clean from postpartum lochia and keep my ladyparts healthy. And it was a mess, it looked like a crime scene in my diapers."
Padme looked up at her through teary eyes. She had never heard of this before. Granted she had lived without a mother and had no experience with women who had given birth before, but never had she heard of anything of the sort happening before.
"Lochia?" she asked.
"Post-birth bleeding." Alusia said as she patted Padme's diaper. "It happens a lot with women. Someday, you'll know what I mean."
Padme hugged her close as Alusia kissed her forehead.
"When are you due?" she asked, looking at Alusia's belly.
"In another three weeks." Alusia said with sadness in her voice. "If it's a boy, they'll sell him. If it's a girl, they'll raise her a slave."
"I'm sorry…" Padme said as she stood up, struggling to walk in her heavy magnet boots. "…I can't imagine anything more horrible."
"It happens." Alusia said, looking at Padme's boots. "What in the world are you wearing on your feet?"
Padme opened her mouth to speak but paused when she felt a familiar pressure upon her bowels.
"Oh god…" she said as she flushed dark red. "…please not here, not now…"
Padme tried hard to stop as she felt her bladder calling, her colon contracting horribly as she crossed her legs, her magnetic boots clinking together.
"Don't fight it, just let it happen." Alusia said as she held Padme's hand. "I'm right here."
Padme tried to release her bowels, but she couldn't. she squeezed harder as she felt the urge to defecate, but to no avail. She gasped as she started to shake.
"Oh no..." Padme said, her eyes widening.
"Are you finished?" Alusia asked.
"No, I c-can't even s-start!" Padme cried, shivering and squatting again. "S-Something's wrong w-with me!"
"Try again." Alusia said, patting Padme's head.
"No, you d-don't get it, I physically can't!" Padme cried. "I c-can't use this d-diaper! Where is Azura?"
Alusia hugged Padme close, placing a hand on her stomach.
"Just sit down and relax." She said, her swollen belly pressing against Padme's own flat belly. "It's all in your head. Your toilet training is mentally in the way of your body's needs."
Alusia stroked Padme's hair, whispering to her as the nearly-naked queen squatted. Padme shook and cried, her humiliation inevitable.
"You're trying too hard. Close your eyes, visualize...that you're in the refresher right now." Alusia said as she held Padme in her arms. "Visualize that you're sitting down on a sani...you're releasing those muscles holding in your waste...and you just release it all. Let all your waste out and just let it happen."
Padme shook as she couldn't hold on any longer. She let out a cry of strain and humiliation as she released her bowels, filling her humungous diaper with solid waste. She gasped as she squatted to pump out the last of her waste, tears falling from her eyes in shame. Padme's diaper was absolutely full to the brim since she had eaten all that food an hour ago, and it puffed out quite a bit with her plastic panties crinkling from the full garment they contained.
"There you go." Alusia said, kissing Padme's hands. "Now, call for your caretaker."
"A-Azura?" she called out, feeling the disgusting waste inside her diaper. "Are y-you here?"
Azura quickly walked back to Padme, passing Alusia and Ruby as they stripped off their costumes and entered the steaming tub, both females looking concerned as her chastity bikini glistened in the light.
"Are you okay, my queen? Did you have an accident?" she asked as she patted Padme's diaper. "Yep, full diaper. Come on, off we pop to the changing table."
Padme followed Azura over to an adult-sized diaper changing table. Azura adjusted the table as Padme undid her plastic panties to facilitate the changing, then suddenly jumped when a loud noise came blaring from the walls, the plastic panties glowing bright red.
"What the...?! What's happening?" Padme shouted as she jumped back, the diaper crinkling loudly.
"It's the alarm!" Azura said, yelling to be heard over the noise. "Master Jabba put an alarm in the plastic panties so that if you try to remove it, the alarm goes off. It's keyed to your DNA, so everyone except you can remove the diaper or plastic panties without it going off!"
Padme felt lower than before as she shuddered in her diaper, knowing the entire palace now knew she had tried to take off her diaper. Her breasts heaved as the pasties felt cold and uncomfortable on her wide nipples, feeling Azura's fingers on her plastic panties as she types a code into a hologram keypad that had appeared on the front.
"Easy, it's almost done...there!" Azura said as the plastic panties stopped glowing and the alarm stopped blaring. "There we go, now off to get our diaper changed."
Padme shuddered as she sat down on a padded table with stirrups, placing her feet in them as they clamped over her feet and spread them wide apart to facilitate changing. Azura's blue body shone in the light, her bronze chastity bra and belt shining as she spread Padme's thighs wide apart with the mechanical stirrups. She then removed Padme's plastic panty, unwrapped the huge, soaking-wet and filthy diaper from her body and pulled it away, leaving her naked.
"Very full, good girl." Azura said as she rubbed Padme down with awful-smelling chemical rub and tossed her diaper into a garbage chute. "You'll take to these in no time."
Padme gagged at the absolutely foul scent of both her own waste and the chemical rub, laying still as Azura coated her bottom in cream.
"This is to keep your skin from drying out." Azura said as she rubbed powder onto the diaper before strapping it over her crotch. "And this powder should prevent any diaper rash."
Azura then strapped a fresh diaper over her crotch, leaving Padme feeling worse than she had ever felt in her entire life. She almost wished she was naked again, because at least then nobody would see her in this diaper.
"There you go, all clean now." Azura said as she held hands with the naked Alusia in the tub and kissed her. "Time to go back to the master."
Padme hesitated, looking at the slave girls, the pregnant Alusia and her daughter Ruby, the lovely, friendly slave girl Azura, she felt so blessed that in such a horrible place she had such good allies.
"Come on, this way." Azura said as she took Padme's chains, leading her towards the door to the throne room.
"Goodbye!" Ruby called, waving to Padme from the steaming tub as the diapered queen exited the room.
Padme waved back, feeling worried. She looked at Azura as she smiled, the girl's lovely smile making Padme feel a little more relaxed.
"Don't worry, just obey the master and you'll be fine." Azura said, pulling open the doorway to the throne room. "Here we are."
Padme gulped. Obeying Jabba was the last thing she wanted to do, but she had absolutely no choice in the matter. She walked out, topless, humiliated and wearing a diaper, she felt absolutely infantile.
"Master Jabba, I present to you your queen Padme." Azura said as she walked into the throne room, the usual early-afternoon crowd gathering. "She is now fully-prepared for her new sentence as per your orders, to be dressed in naught but the garments of infantility. An adult woman made to act the age of a baby."
Padme walked into the throne room, proud and regal despite the guffaws and jeers hurled her way as she waddled in her diaper and plastic panties. She strutted out in her infantile slave garb, praying she would make it through this. It was going to be the most difficult thing she had ever done in her entire life, but she would endure it, she had to.
"I can do this." Padme thought as she walked onto the throne in her absolutely enormous diaper and massive metal boots. "It's only a diaper, and I can follow his orders for now. How bad can it be?"
Little did she know how bad it would get…
To be continued.
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