The padded parallels of Padme and Princess Leia, a star wars fanfic

THE PADDED PARALELLS OF PADME AND PRINCESS LEIA: a Star Wars fanfic by shadowgirl999

While held as slave girls in Jabba's palace, Leia and Padme had their own experiences. However, there were a few parallels between them during their enslavement. Here are some of them…rated M for sexual abuse, forced diaper use on adult women and humiliation, adults only.

20 BBY…

Padme sat on the cold, mock-thick stone throne in her enormous diaper and plastic panties, the squishy garment making her feel hot between her thighs. She shuddered as the crowd mocked and laughed at her predicament, topless but for a pair of pasties glued to her nipples, her firm breasts heaving with every breath. All that she wore apart from pink crystal high heels was a pair of pink plastic panties covering her humungous diaper, which she feared would have to be changed soon.

"Please goddess…let me avoid such humiliation." She prayed to herself as she leaned back on the throne.

Padme winced as the chains chafed her neck, making her feel like a prisoner as her braided pigtails bounced against her bare back. She heard her plastic panties crinkle as she tried to adjust her position on the throne. The padded queen stood upright, her high heels clinking as she seethed at the ironic manner of dress. Her high heels were a very adult manner of clothing yet done up in a style of a little girl's fairy tale, indicative of the princess who wore glass slippers. In this way, it was both indicative of a little girl's fantasy and a teenage girl's first pair of high heels. The pasties were obviously adult, but in an obscene way, meant to imitate a stripper's nipple coverings. The diaper had no more to be said about it, being the most infantile manner of clothing possible. It was as if every important era of her life was put on display, from her infancy to her girlhood to her teen years to her womanhood.

"Ow…" Padme groaned as she flexed her back, which hurt from having to sit against her bloated master all night long.

"So, you are awake, my queen?" Jabba's voice rang out, making her jump.

"Yes." Padme spat out the word, glaring at the Hutt as she folded her arms defiantly.

"Do not be so rude, Paddedme." Jabba said, grinning.

Padme raised an eyebrow at the name, hating the implications behind it. to use her name in such a manner that objectifies her diapered state…

"It suits you as a new name, doesn't it?" Jabba said with a grin, patting her plastic panties with a dull PLAMPH. "If you are a good girl, I might consider potty-training you again."

Padme scoffed at him defiantly, pushing away his hand from her womanhood.

"However, if you continue to be obstinate…I will only reduce you further." Jabba said as he clapped his hands. "Melina!"

The teenage Melina Carniss walked forward, holding up what looked like a helmet similar to what Clone Troopers would wear, but with a screen attached on the inside like a VR helmet. Padme didn't like the look of this as she was prodded forwards by Jabba's guards, her chain clinking as it was detached. Suddenly, a huge highchair was rolled out, meant to hold an adult rather than a baby. Padme gasped as Melina smirked at her expression, grabbing her by the arms.

"Come on, diaper queen. Time for your conditioning." Melina said with a grin as she tugged Padme towards the highchair.

"No, I won't!" Padme shouted, kicking out before Melina spin-kicked her in the stomach, making her lurch and cry out in pain. "I…won't…!"

"You will!" Melina shouted, locking cuffs onto Padme's wrists and ankles and injecting her with a tranquilizer as powerful straps were fastened over her torso. "And you will listen to this instructional video like a good little baby girl…"

Padme screamed before the helmet was shoved onto her head by the guards, a muzzle inside the device silencing her voice as her body became numb from the drugs. A tube was shoved into her throat, making her consume liquid food she was unable to taste. Another was pushed into her anus, making her moan as a third was threaded into the urethra of her vagina. She could just barely feel her body being pushed into what felt like Bacta before her senses were numbed completely. There were earmuffs that muffled every sound, a filter to remove her sense of smell, and soft padding that made it feel nearly nonexistent to her numbed skin. She moaned helplessly, the muzzle deadening her voice to a mere whisper as the screen inside the helmet made everything seem pitch-black. Every sense she had was gone. Padme couldn't smell anything due to the mask, couldn't taste anything because of the muzzle and tube feeing her, even feel her own skin, feeling as if she were floating. She didn't know how long she sat, feeling weightless and numb, before the screen suddenly flashed to life, her eyes squinting at the sudden stimuli. Padme stared as a human woman roughly 35 years of age wearing a diaper, a bib, a pacifier, a pink bonnet and booties appeared on the screen, crawling into view in a room filled with baby toys and blocks before removing her pacifier.

"Hello, everybaby! We are Sandra and welcome to daily training!" the girl said in a hyperfeminine voice, sitting on her knees. "Baby needs to go through her 'Wearn her manners and Ways to Weduce Womanhood' technique, or 'the 4W wule' as Daddy calls it! Wule #1: baby does not call herself 'I'. We call ourselves 'Baby' and are referred to as 'we' or 'our'. For example…"

Jabba appeared on the video in front of the woman, smiling and patting the girl's bonnet.

"And how are we doing today, Sandra?" Jabba said as he puckered his huge lips and cooed at Sandra.

"Baby doing fine, daddy!" Sandra said, smiling widely.

"How are our diapers? Are our plastic panties comfy?" Jabba asked with a grin, patting Sandra's diaper as Sandra giggled.

"Baby's diapers is clean, daddy. Our plastic panties cozy-wozy and working fine." Sandra said, staying in her kneeling position.

"Good girl!" Jabba said as he cupped her chin.

"See, baby has no identity outside of daddy." Sandra said as she hugged Jabba's arm. "Now for wule #2…"

Padme was horrified at what she was seeing, an adult woman reduced to nothing more than a babyish slave girl, totally dependent upon Jabba for everything in her entire life. She recognized her as Sandra Skyborne, who she had seen on the holonews before as a girl on Naboo. She had disappeared a year before the Clone Wars, with no trace of her to be found. Padme was shocked at a woman who originally spoke with such conviction, such passion and strength, to be reduced to a babyish mode of speaking and wearing a diaper. She prayed she would not become such a thing, no matter what.

"Wule #2…" Sandra said as she crawled onto the screen once again. "…baby is not allowed standing or walking like big girl without daddy's permission. Baby crawls."

Sandra then crawled into a refresher, climbing up onto a toilet and sitting upon it before an alarm went off, lighting the stall up red.

"Uh-oh! Baby made boo-boo!" Sandra said, giggling as she slid off the toilet. "Wule #3, baby not allowed to use potty. Potty is only for big girls, and baby uses diapers!"

She walked away and closed the stall, wagging her finger at it in a negative fashion.

"Potty using is big no-no for baby!" Sandra said as she crawled back into the room, picking up some of the baby toys. "Wule #4: baby uses toys appropriate for her age."

Sandra then picked up a toy commlink, similar to the ones used by Republic soldiers, and pressed the button.

"The Bantha goes: Moo!" the commlink said, making Sandra giggle.

"Gwown-up toys like commwink and bwaster is not for baby!" Sandra said as she fearfully pushed away a real blaster and a commlink, instead picking up a toy blaster and pulling the trigger as electronic music came out and it blinked with a blue and red LED in the barrel. "Baby might hurt herself! Toys better for baby!"

Sandra pressed a button on the commlink as the toy emitted the words "The Krayt Dragon goes: Hiss!" before dinging musically. Padme watched in horror as her weightless body bobbed up and down, feeling as if she were in deep space.

"Wule #5: baby will not remove diapers. Only daddy or daddy's girls change baby." Sandra said as she crawled to Jabba's throne and sobbed loudly. "Daddy, baby make wee-wee!"

"Then we shall change you, Sandra." Jabba said as several guards wheeled a changing table into the throne room, placing Sandra upon it. "Hold still."

"Baby must hold still and allow herself to be changed." Sandra said as her wet diaper was removed, her crotch cleaned and powdered up. "Baby not fuss and changing over with quickly."

"And how are our plastic panties?" Jabba asked with a grin as the guards replaced said panties.

"Cozy-wozy as always, daddy!" Sandra said, planting a huge kiss on Jabba's lips.

Padme was horrified the longer she watched, praying to the goddess that she would not become such a simpering, dependent slave to Jabba. She hoped beyond hope that she would be strong, but with this conditioning, it was hard to say.

"Wule #6: baby not walk like gwown-up, baby crawls! Even if daddy gives permission to walk, baby waddles!" Sandra said, crawling to the throne and clearing her throat as she stood up. "Daddy, can baby walk?"

"Of course, Sandra." Jabba said with a grin.

"Baby waddles like this!" Sandra said, waddling with an exaggerated sway of her diapered hips. "If baby can't waddle, daddy has ways to teach baby."

Jabba then held up what looked like a huge pair of plastic suspenders, which Padme recognized as the spreader pants he had used on her when she disobeyed him. Sandra stepped into them and staggered slightly as the huge pad between her thighs kept her legs held wide apart, making her waddle.

"There we go! Baby waddling good now!" Sandra said with a grin as she waddled in her spreader pants. "Wule#7: baby eats like baby, not like gwown up!"

Sandra was then lifted into a highchair much like the one Padme had been forced into, a big tray placed over her arms to hold them down. Jabba then placed a plateful of mashed-up food onto the tray, spooning a big spoonful of the food and holding it in front of Sandra.

"Here comes the skyhopper, baby girl." he said with a grin as he playfully bobbed the spoon towards Sandra's mouth.

Sandra accepted the food and swallowed, giggling.

"Daddy feeds baby, baby is helpless." she said, squirming in her highchair. "Wule #8: baby only take bath with daddy!"

Sandra was placed in a bath wearing rubbery swim diapers and water wings, held in Jabba's arms as he lecherously licked her face and scrubbed her with a loofa.

"Baby could drown in tub without daddy!" she said as she giggled girlishly. "Baby needs buoy and daddy needs to clean her!"

Padme couldn't stand it; she began to cry. Tears dripped down her eyes as her poor retinae were forced to view another segment of the video where Sandra waddled into Porcellus's kitchen.

"Wule #9: if baby has trouble using her diaper, daddy will make her." Sandra said as she held up a baby bottle of juice and a box of some kind of cereal. "Prune juice and wheatie-lax will make baby use diapers like little girl she is!"

She then ate a huge handful of the cereal and gulped down the juice, placing the empty bottle on the ground.

"Baby's food make baby use diapers!" Sandra said, placing her hands on her hips proudly. "Just like daddy wants!"

Suddenly, the video switched to Jabba's throne at night, with Sandra crawling towards the camera and putting her finger to her lips in a shushing motion.

"Sssh! Sleepytime for baby is 6 o clock!" Sandra said as she crawled onto the throne. "Wule #10: baby obeys bedtime from daddy. If baby is fussy, daddy put baby in crib."

Padme gasped at the sight of a humungous crib placed next to Jabba's throne, shuddering as Sandra climbed into it and lay back with her thumb in her mouth. The grate was pulled up to keep the woman inside, making her look like a giant baby girl as she rocked side to side in the crib.

"This has been Wearn manners and Ways to Weduce Womanhood, for all your baby needs. Baby is Sandra Skyborn, host of this video." Sandra said with a smile as she waved goodbye. "And remember: happy baby is happy daddy! Bye-byeee!"

The video rewound as Padme sat in the bacta tank in utter shock, horrified at the brainwashing present in the video. How could Jabba have transformed such a strong, assertive, powerful woman into such a submissive baby girl? She sat silently as the video began again, feeling the food being pumped into her mouth through the tube.

"Hello everybaby! We are Sandra and welcome to daily training!" Sandra repeated as Padme floated helplessly. "Baby needs to go through her 'Wearn her manners and Ways to Weduce Womanhood' technique, or 'the 4W wule' as Daddy calls it! Wule #1: baby does not call herself 'I'. We call ourselves 'Baby' and are referred to as 'we' or 'our'. For example…"

Padme moaned into her muzzle, not wanting to hear the horrible voice again. she floated helplessly in the bacta tank, the helmet locked on her head drilling the horrible video into her mind. She tried to remove the helmet to no avail, curling into a ball and crying like an infant as she floated weightlessly. Padme realized she had no way of knowing if she was upside-down or not in the tank, adding to her helplessness. She tried hard to block the awful instructions from her mind, trying to remember her toilet training to no avail as the tubes in her urethra and anus suctioned the waste from her bladder and bowels, bubbles inside of both making her unable to hold it in. Padme's mind was going the longer the video went on, her brain struggling to remember being toilet-trained at all, let alone how to accomplish it. she eventually drifted off to sleep as the video repeated itself again…

The next morning…

The video ended as Padme was removed from the bacta tank in Jabba's private quarters, her eyes red from watching that awful video all night long and through to the morning. The helmet was removed from her head as she was deposited onto the ground on all fours, shuddering and weak from her ordeal. The video had repeated itself all night long, for the 15 hours Padme had been in the bacta tank. Padme did some quick calculations. The video was roughly 30 minutes long, accounting for the extended segments, meaning she had seen the video at least 30 times by now, being fed, milked of urine and feces and the whole process repeated over and over again.

"Now my queen, what have we learned?" Jabba asked with a grin as Padme's naked body was dried off and deposited on the ground, the tube removed from her body as she winced at the invasion of her body.

"Baby learn wules of babyhood." Padme said automatically, her ears not believing what they were hearing her mouth say.

"And will baby disobey again?" Jabba asked as he held out her diaper.

"Baby will not." Padme said like a robot, kneeling and crawling towards her master and the padded garment he held. "Baby needs her diapers, daddy."

"And you shall have them." Jabba said as he turned her over, the enslaved queen helpless in his hands like clay as she lay on the open diaper. "Diaper time, little girl."

He grinned as he rubbed diaper cream on the queen's buttocks and vagina, powdered her up and then wrapped a huge, padded diaper onto Padme's bare bottom, fastening it tightly before sliding her plastic panties onto her crotch.

"Daddy?" a familiar voice asked as Padme turned to the source. "Is something wrong?"

She saw Sandra Skyborne standing there in her babyish costume, holding a rattle. Padme gasped at seeing the woman in person rather than on a video, which she was convinced had to have been faked or doctored in some way. Now, there was no doubt it was the honest to goddess truth.

"Not at all, Sandra." Jabba said as he patted her head. "The queen of Naboo just needed some manners taught to her. the video you starred in works like a charm."

"Yay!" Sandra squealed in her hyperfeminine tone, clapping her hands and bouncing up and down, her breasts bouncing under her bib. "Baby queen learn good manners for daddy!"

"Daddy sick." Padme said with a sob. "Daddy destroy baby's brain!"

Jabba cupped Padme's chin with his huge hand, kissing her with his beastly lips as she sobbed.

"I see it as more conditioning my girls to think how they should." Jabba said with a grin, clamping her chain and collar to her neck and tugging it as he slithered to the throne. "Now follow me, Paddedme. It has been so many hours since you last went wee-wee or boom-boom as you should without having it drained from you by daddy's machines and you must miss using your diapers as you have been trained, so use your diaper."

Padme instantly used her diaper, shocked and disgusted at how easily she took to it. In no time, her gigantic diaper was soaking wet and filled with her solid waste, sagging greatly as the plastic panties stretched. Padme then grunted as she expelled the last of her waste, making the diaper full to the max.

"Daddy…" she said with a grimace. "…baby need diapee change."

"Wee-wee or boom-boom?" Jabba asked with a grin.

"Both." Padme said as she crossed her legs as much as possible. "Baby need change."

Jabba squeezed her diapered rear, making her grimace at the horrible feeling of her own waste being pressed against her crotch. Padme moaned as she was brought into the throne room and placed on a changing table, holding her legs high in the air as she had been taught.

"Then daddy will change you, my queen." Jabba said as he undid her plastic panties and diaper, throwing the full diaper into the Rancor pit and handing the plastic panties to Miranda Illusia. "And obey daddy, or daddy will make you watch your training video again, this time for an entire 24 hours. Does baby like that idea?"

Padme watched as the Nemoidian cleaned them in a sink, her purple sling bikini a contrast to Padme's (or Paddedme's) infantile garments. She then dried them and rubbed them in ointment, returning them to Padme scented like lavender.

"Well, Paddedme?" Jabba asked as he groped her breasts.

"No, daddy." Padme answered. "Baby no like that at all."

"Good, then obey daddy and baby will be comfy-cozy without worries." Jabba said as he kissed her face, making Padme grimace.

Miranda stood before the pair holding Padme's plastic panties and a fresh diaper, waiting for an order as Padme sat there, wishing she could wear the diaper again.

"May baby have clean diapee?" Padme asked, looking at Jabba helplessly.

"Patience, my queen." Jabba said with a grin as Miranda approached Padme on the changing table. "Wait for your caretakers."

Miranda cleaned Padme's crotch with foul-smelling medicinal rub, then placed a fresh diaper under Padme's bottom and rubbed diaper cream and oils into her permanently defoliated crotch, the lack of pubic hair adding to her infantile state. Padme was then powdered up as the diaper was wrapped tightly around her crotch and covered in plastic panties, the image of Jabba's face surrounded by hearts becoming prevalent in her mind.

"Baby thanks mommy for clean diapee." Padme said as Miranda looked at her with pity, seeing the woman she knew as a powerful speaker and leader being reduce to a diapered slave girl talking like an infant. "Daddy, baby tired."

"I know. Baby didn't get much sleep last night." Jabba said with a grin. "Naptime, Paddedme."

Padme leaned into Jabba's skin, her subconscious mind screaming in horror as her brainwashed state let her relax. She prayed she would never have to go through this again, and that no other woman would have to go through with such degrading training. But knowing Jabba, it was only the beginning…

4 ABY…

Leia sat on the bed of Boba Fett's room in her gigantic diaper and plastic panties as the Mandalorian hunter slept on a bedroll, the soft padding making her womanhood feel hot due to the trapped heat. She wore nothing apart from the infantile garment and wished she had something to at least cover her ample bosom.

"Please goddess, let there be something…" she whispered to herself as she opened the trunk containing her diapers that had been left in Fett's room. "…something to at least cover this disgusting diaper."

Leia gasped when she saw the other contents of the trunk: a baby-blue durasteel collar with rattles attached like an infant's mobile, a pair of hot-pink booties with no soles much like the boots she wore with her golden bikini, a huge, hot-pink pacifier, a hot-pink bonnet, hot-pink plastic panties. she turned them over to reveal, much to her horror, that they read I LUVE MY DIAPEES on the rear and had Jabba's face surrounded by hearts on the front. A hot pink plastic bib bearing the words DADDY'S DIAPER GIRL was also in the closet, along with a pink teddy bear and a giant rattle the size of a royal scepter that Leia lifted with the same care she would use if it was a poisonous snake.

"Oh goddess, no…" Leia gasped, a hand flying to her mouth in shock. "…this can't be true."

"It is." A voice behind her said, making her drop the item in shock. "And I would like to see you in it."

Leia jumped and turned around, covering her bare breasts as Bib Fortuna stood behind her, smirking.

"Never." Leia hissed, slamming the lid on the trunk with her foot and defiantly folding her arms over her bare bosom. "I'm already in a diaper, I refuse to wear this…this…pedophile dream dress!"

"Then perhaps I shall get Captain Solo to meet with the Rancor, my little pet?" Bib said with a grin. "Your choice."

Leia pouted at him, her lower lip puffing out cutely as she turned around and opened the trunk again, bending over to pick up the outfit. She slid it onto her body, hating the feel of it and how she would be seen in it as she removed more and more of the contents. Once dressed, she turned around and faced Bib, glaring at him with her hands on her hips.

"Delicious…" Bib said as he pricked her midriff with his fingernail. "…it suits you, princess."

Leia wore the outfit with shame and fear, hating how every piece of it felt. Her collar's mobile-like danglers rattled and bounced against the skin of her neck, making the sensitive skin there feel prodded. The bib was held tightly against her bare breasts, the hard plastic feeling uncomfortable against her chest. It also left her entire back exposed since it was held in place by rigid plastic hooks over her shoulders, exposing far more than the bra top of her gold bikini ever did. Leia's pacifier was more like a muzzle, possessing a huge rubber dildo on the inside that she was forced to suck while displaying the infantile toy's appearance on the exterior. Her pink bonnet was attached to her collar, making it impossible to remove it without help. Assessing it, Leia realized it acted like blinders, making it impossible to see to the left or right of her. Her booties had no padding, much like her Jerba leather boots, but also no soles, making her feet feel every piece of debris she stepped on. They also squeaked as she walked, as if to alert oncomers that a diapered slave girl who used to be a princess was approaching.

"Make way for the princess of Alderaan herself!" Bib shouted, making Leia blush as she held her teddy bear to try desperately to cover more of her exposed body. "Squeeze your bear, baby girl."

Leia shook her head, fearful of what the toy was supposed to do. She had undergone such humiliation…all that was needed was for her diaper to be changed. Leia would die of shame if such a thing were to happen, and she sucked the pacifier reluctantly.

"Squeeze it or your lover and his Wookie friend will regret it." Bib whispered, grinning. "Squeeze it like a man's cock."

Leia screwed her eyes shut as she squeezed the bear, tears falling from her eyes. Suddenly, the bear giggled as she heard the horrible words emitted from its voice box:

"I'M A POTTY PRINCESS!" the bear shouted in an electronic mock-up of Leia's voice.

Leia shed tears of shame as the guards laughed at her misfortune, making her blush dark red in humiliation. She hid behind the bear as the crowds laughed at her and jeered, cooing and kissing at her like she was an actual infant. She heard her collar's rattles jingling as they moved, coupled with the crinkle of her diaper.

"Again!" Bib demanded.

Leia squeezed it again, dreading what it would say now.

"I MAKE BOOM-BOOM IN MY DIAPEES!" the bear shouted, making the crowd laugh even louder.

"Again!" Bib said as Leia squeezed the bear and nearly cried.

"I LOVE WEARING MY DIAPERS!" the bear shouted.

"One more time!" bib demanded, laughing along with the crowd.

"I NEED MY DIAPERS!" the bear shouted.

Leia was practically sobbing now, tears streaming down her lovely face as her pigtails bounced against her face. Her bonnet kept her facing forward, making her feel helpless to even turn her head. She walked down the corridors as she was prodded along by Bib, eventually walking into the dungeons. Bib then pushed Leia back as he placed something hot pink in front of her.

"Sit." He demanded, pointing at the item.

Leia gasped when she realized it was a small pink potty chair, much like something a baby would use for toilet training but slightly larger. It had the words POTTY PRINCESS THRONE printed on it in sparkly letters, and as he lifted the lid Leia nearly broke down crying.

"I said sit." Bib demanded, pointing to the 'throne'. "If you are a good little girl, suck your pacifier and keep your mouth shut while I talk with Captain Solo, you may be permitted to lower your diaper and use the potty like an adult. If not, well…you will sit in your diaper and use it instead."

Leia shuddered as she sat on the disgustingly-girly potty chair, which was so small that when she sat upon it her knees were almost up to her shoulders. She sucked her penis pacifier and shook in her diaper and baby outfit as she held her teddy bear and rattle, her feet feeling hot in the plastic booties as Bib unlocked the cell and had his guards restrain Chewbacca.

"Solo!" Bib said with a grin, making Han jump slightly as the Gamorreans held Chewbacca back with a muzzle around his mouth. "And how are the accommodations?"

"Pretty crappy, but that's to be expected." Han said, standing upright as his blind eyes blinked. "What is this, a social call?"

"In a way." Bib said with a grin as Leia suckled her pacifier, hating the dildo on the inside. "I'm here with a little friend to tell you that the princess is enjoying her stay."

"What have you done to her?" Han shouted, lunging at the source of the voice as Bib dodged and laughed at him. "If you've hurt her-!"

"You are in little position to demand anything, Solo." Bib said with a grin as Leia sat on her potty chair. "But on the other hand, I am in the position to control everything. Even your princess."

Han stumbled as one of the Gamorreans shoved him back, two of them holding Chewbacca by the collar around his neck. Leia was grateful that Chewbacca didn't speak about her current manner of dress, because if he knew she was in a diaper and baby clothing her shame would be overwhelming. She hugged her teddy bear and sucked her pacifier, hating how she had to degrade herself to avoid further public humiliation.

"Leia is here in the dungeons, but you will never know where." Bib said with a grin as Han was manhandled by Lomrokk, Jabba's executioner. "She has such a delicious body; I might consider having Jabba deflower her before it's time."

"What's the matter, couldn't get it up to do the job yourself?" Han mocked, making Leia giggle at his insult to Bib. "And here I thought you didn't need Viagra."

Suddenly, Bib punched Han in the ribs, making him double over as Chewbacca roared. Leia gasped, nearly sucking the pacifier into her mouth completely in shock as Han went down into the filthy water of the cell.

"You won't find it so funny when your princess is deflowered by Jabba himself." Bib said as he turned around and exited the cell. "And given that it takes Hutts 6 hours to orgasm…your princess is in for one wild ride."

Leia nearly fell off the potty chair as the cell door slammed shut, sobbing to herself as Bib cupped her chin.

"There there, princess." He cooed, kissing her with his disgusting lips as Leia winced. "You performed admirably. Therefore, you shall be allowed to use the potty."

Leia gulped as she stood up and slid her diaper and plastic panties off as Bib pressed a button on the remote control to turn off the alarm built into them. Once the infantile garments were down to her ankles, she squatted on the hard plastic potty and released her bladder into the tiny toilet.

"Baby go wee-wee in her potty." Leia said, on the verge of tears as her bonnet made her turn her head to see Bib next to her.

"Just like a big girl." Bib said with a grin as he grabbed a medicinal wipe and rubbed Leia's crotch clean with it, making her wince. "Your diaper remains clean, for now. But next time you need to go wee-wee or boom-boom, you do it in your diapers no matter where you are or who is present, is that clear?"

Leia nodded, horrified as to what he would do to her if she said no.

"Good." Bib said, licking his lips and removing Leia's pacifier. "Now thank daddy for letting you use the potty like a big girl."

"Thank you, daddy, for letting baby use potty." Leia said as she shuddered on the potty seat. "Baby feels just like big girl now."

He stood Leia up and pulled her diapers back up, covering them with the horrible plastic panties once more and activating the alarm again. Leia accepted a huge baby bottle that was stuffed into her mouth and suckled it, drinking the alcoholic liquid inside and hating the taste of it as she was forced to drink the entire bottle, which was roughly 4 liters worth of liquid. As the liquid disappeared into her mouth, Leia dreaded the inevitable use of her diapers and even worse, having to be checked and changed as an adult.

"Now to return to daddy's room, baby princess." Bib said as he replaced Leia's pacifier and tugged the chains, making her follow him down the corridors. "You've had a long night."

Leia shuddered as she followed him, the scum contained in the dungeons mocking her and kissing at her as she passed, calling her 'baby princess' and 'Lei-Lei' as she walked past the bars to the corridor leading back to Fett's quarters. She eventually found herself at the doorway to the room, hugging her bear as Fett sat upright and looked at her.

"What's all this?" he asked, confused.

"A little 'conditioning' for the princess." Bib said as Leia entered the room. "Enjoy her for the rest of the night. And do tell how she was in bed…"

Leia stumbled into the room as the door slammed shut, her booties making her lose her balance slightly. Her 'Potty Princess' attire made her feel lower than she had ever felt, the clothing not allowing her even the vaguest vestige of womanhood or even girlhood, reducing her to nothing but a baby in a diaper.

"Take off the costume." Fett ordered.

Leia obeyed, shaking as she stripped off the horrible outfit, starting with the bonnet. She then removed her booties and bib, as well as the bonnet, and spat out the pacifier. Leia then dropped the rattle and stood defiantly in nothing but the diaper, plastic panties and pasties, hands on her hips.

"Good. You'll be more comfortable like this." Fett said as he picked up the costume and placed it back in the large trunk, locking it shut as Leia lay down on the bed. "Now go to sleep."

Leia curled up in her humungous diaper and plastic panties, her nearly-bare breasts heaving as she breathed. The pasties made her nipples go numb as her bare feet felt cold in the bed. Leia's diaper felt hot as the soft padding absorbed her sweat, the plastic panties crinkling and trapping it in as her entire crotch felt hot as a contrast to the rest of her body. She prayed she would not have to be changed while wearing the diaper, especially in public, but that seemed like an inevitability at this moment.

"I hope to tell you how this makes me feel someday, Fett…" Leia thought to herself as she struggled to sleep in her infantile clothing. "…someday."

28 YEARS LATER…

Leia wore a white gown whipped with sand as she stood in front of Boba Fett, who sat on the throne placed on the dais formerly occupied by her bloated master. She still felt some vague animosity towards the hunter before her, but kept it bottled up, allowing herself an air of royal regality at age 51.

"Princess, I didn't expect a visit from such distinguished royalty." Fett said as he motioned to Fennic Shand. "Take her majesty's cloak, won't you?"

"Thank you." Leia said as Fennic took her cloak and hung it on a hook next to the doorway. "You don't look bad for a man who's supposedly been dead for years."

"The Sarlacc found me indigestible." Fett said, touching the barrel of his blaster propped up next to the throne. "Mandalorian beskar will do that for its wearer."

Leia observed his calm demeanor, curious as to his thoughts. She approached the throne and cleared her throat, looking at the T-visor of his helmet.

"A few years ago, I found security footage confirming my mother, Padme Amidala, was once a slave in this palace." Leia said, holding up the chip and placing it in R2, who projected an image of Padme in her diaper and magnetic boots. "Now that you own the palace, I wanted permission to try and confirm its authenticity and perhaps find some artifacts belonging to her for personal keepsakes. Clothing, jewelry confiscated by Jabba, personal mementos, that sort of thing."

"And you may have it." Boba said as he motioned towards the doorway, two Gamorreans handing Leia a keycard. "Please avail yourself of the private rooms until the sandstorm passes. We have clean water for bathing if you may desire."

"Thank you." Leia said as she turned, still slightly suspicious (and on some primal level, turned on) of the thought that the Mandalorian hunter might be watching her ass as she walks away. "Your generosity becomes you, Fett."

"You look as though you have something else to say, princess." Fett said as Leia stopped short.

Leia stopped and took a deep breath, turning around to face him.

"The last time we were in this palace together, I wore diapers. Gigantic diapers that objectified me and reduced me to the level of an infant." Leia said, gritting her teeth. "It was the first time I had worn them since I was a baby and wearing them hurt me mentally. Then, as if that wasn't enough, I was forced to wear one on my head in public, forced to strip and wear them on the barge until I used them, and then checked and changed in public. Do you know what that did to me?"

Fett didn't answer, his T-visor staring at her with a stoic look of readiness.

"It was probably the most humiliating experience in my entire life." Leia said, hands on her hips. "I know it wasn't by your design, but you followed Jabba's wishes and that makes you just as complicit as him. For a woman to be checked and changed like a baby, forced to speak like one, even move like one, especially by a male…it is highly degrading to say the very least."

"And I am truly sorry for that." Fett said, making Leia look up in surprise. "It was nothing personal, just a job."

"Well, it's not much consolation, but at least I got that off my chest." Leia said, sighing in relief. "Thank you for at least apologizing."

"No worries, princess. Enjoy your stay." Fett said as Leia turned to leave.

She walked through the corridors, entering Jabba's personal quarters and walking around the room. Leia had been here a few times as a slave girl, but never took much of a tour around it. she looked in the walls, tapping and knocking them for signs of hollowness as R2 whistled a question.

"It's hard to explain why, I'm just curious." Leia said, rapping on a small desk and listening closely. "I knew nothing at all about my mother, and to know we shared some experiences, even if they are horrible ones, is interesting. I just never got around to looking for proof of them until now."

She tapped the desk again, hearing a hollow thud on the inside. Leia felt around until she found a small clasp, pressing it and unlocking the drawer that slid open to reveal a series of data disks marked with dates and times.

"Jackpot." Leia said as R2 whistled. "Let's see…4 ABY…9 BBY…15 BBY…aha! 20 BBY!"

She pulled out the disk in question, kneeling before R2 as he beeped in response.

"Doesn't this bring back memories…" Leia said, smiling as she remembered placing the Death Star plans into him in a very similar manner to this. "…now let's see what we've got."

The hologram projector displayed security footage of Jabba leering over a bacta tank with Padme contained within, helpless and deprived of all senses. Leia watched in shock as her mother was shown the hypnotic videos to brainwash her into undoing her own toilet-training, reduce her manner of speech to that of an infant, and make her crawl on all fours like a baby in front of the entire crowd.

"Mother…" Leia whispered as she reached for Padme, pitying the diapered queen as she was changed in public. "…you were so strong. That video…"

She shuddered at the thought of having to watch that horrible brainwashing film even once, let alone 30 times in a row to the point where her brain would remember every single word and every single visual within it. Leia was glad she had never had to undergo such brainwashing, but if she had remained Jabba's slave girl instead of being rescued at the Sarlacc pit…she shuddered to think of what would have happened to her mind if she had gone through such an ordeal as R2 placed a claw on her arm.

"Thanks, R2." Leia said as she turned off the video and stood up, shuffling through Jabba's wardrobe. "Let's see what else we can find…"

Leia stopped when she shuffled through the wardrobe, finding a familiar-looking white jumpsuit. She felt it with her fingers and remembered the pictures of Padme during the Clone Wars, realizing this was her mother's uniform before Jabba forced her to strip in public and took it from her. A sudden sadness overcame her when she realized her mother was a lot younger than she was when she had died giving birth to her and Luke, and she wipe tears from her eyes before looking again. various items of clothing adorned the inside, including various pairs of panties and bras belonging to girls who had been enslaved by the Hutt contained within plastic garment bags. Leia even located the pink sports bra and athletic panties she had worn when she was enslaved and was disgusted to find that they still smelled like her, as did the other pairs belonging to various women, having been kept in plastic for 30 years or more. She shuddered at the thought of Jabba inhaling the scent of his girls' most private parts, using their underwear to arouse himself before a session of self-pleasure or worse, disgusting sexual violation of one of his slaves.

"Wait, what's this?" Leia asked as she reached into the closet and pulled out a huge VR helmet. "Jackpot!"

She reached into the disk slot and retrieved the brainwashing disk marked 4W, sliding it into R2 and patting his head as he beeped in surprise.

"This is exactly what I need. Proof that Jabba brainwashed his slave girls." Leia said as she kissed R2's dome, making him beep appreciatively. "Let's gather up this stuff and go."

R2 followed Leia as she exited Jabba's private room, rolling through the throne room and whistling a query.

"Yes, all this and more." Leia answered, sighing as she walked towards a room marked PRIVATE CLIENTS. "It wasn't your fault; you had a restraining bolt, and you couldn't have done much of anything to help anyway. I just need a bath and some fresh clothing for tomorrow."

She closed the door to the luxurious suite and locked it with the key Fett gave her, filling the bathtub with hot water and stripping out of her white gown and boots before removing her socks, bra and panties. Leia slowly slid into the bathtub naked and unashamed as R2 wheeled closer and held out a tray of soaps, shampoos and towels for her, placing a clean bra and a pair of panties as well as a pair of pants and a shirt next to the bed.

"Thanks, R2. But I think I'll sleep here au natural." Leia said as she let her firm breasts float in the steaming water. "Who knows, I might even streak down the hallway in the nude. It's hot enough."

R2 let out a beep of shock, his optic flashing red as he wheeled to the door to lock it and let out a stream of words talking about how many people were nearby.

"I'm kidding, R2!" Leia said, teasingly splashing some water onto his dome before patting him lovingly. "Come on, learn to take a joke. But in all seriousness…thank you for being my friend."

R2 beeped appreciatively and patted her hand back with a servo, wheeling into the bedroom as Leia leaned back and soaked in heat from the bathtub. She sat in the tub as she rested and drifted off to sleep, naked and proud of both herself and her mother sharing strength and defiance as slave girls, glad to know at least a little more about Padme.

"Goodnight, mom." Leia whispered, blowing a kiss as she leaned back and rested in the hot water.

As Leia rested in the hot tub, she smiled and sighed, resting for a few hours before climbing out and drying off to enter the bed nude as the gods made her. She curled up in the bed, naked and comfy as R2 went into recharge next to her. Leia slept well that night, glad to know how both herself and her mother shared the padded parallels of Padme and Princess Leia.

The end.

I kind of like writing crossover fics between my Slave Padme story and Slave Leia story arcs. Please comment and tell me what you think!