A VISION OF THE FUTURE: A Star Wars fanfiction by shadowgirl999

CHAPTER ONE: a queen's pain

Takes place during the events of my story "Padme in the palace" with events taking place after "Passing the torch". Padme has a vision of the future involving her daughter and her eventual fate. Will it reassure her, or will it only pull her further into the depths of despair? Rated M fur nudity, non-con and forced adult diaper use, adults only. Enjoy! (In case you're curious, this is what the spreader pants look like) listing/765673630/abdl-pvc-spreader-pants-red?epik=dj0yJnU9NkNoUFA2QXZOZzBJMDkxTkVnOGYzX2V0OElLNlBnSW0mcD0wJm49VE9IVnVOYTBXWUdpeWdLaGYzVXZXUSZ0PUFBQUFBRjhYazEw

Padme sat upon Jabba's throne as the crowds thinned out after another day of debauchery and criminal activity, leaving her alone with her master in her humungous diaper, plastic panties, and magnetic boots. It was late at night, and Padme had just endured a horrific day of humiliation in which she had been forced to dance diapered and waddle back and forth gathering drinks like an infant. She shuddered as her nipples felt rock-hard underneath her tiny gold pasties and she felt her bowels clenching. Padme hoped she could relieve herself without her massive master finding out, to say nothing of the rest of the crowd.

"That was a productive day, my queen." Jabba said as he stroked Padme's bare shoulders and back. "Your beauty has definitely distracted many despite your reduction to you infantile state. If you are a good little girl, I might even let you out of the diapers for a day. What would you say to that?"

Padme looked up at him, her face contorting as she squatted slightly. She released the pressure on her bowels and bladder as her diaper filled with her own waste, swelling slightly. The half-naked, diapered queen prayed that her master would not notice, and thanked the force that they were scented so much that the stench took a while to notice.

"Thank you, for considering me, my master." Padme said with disgust as her childish pigtails swung around.

"Considering my pet, you mean." Jabba said as he smirked and licked Padme's lovely face. "You must remember your place, my lovely queen."

Padme moved out of his reach, her collar biting into her lovely neck and feeling cold against her clavicle as the chains drooped over her bare back.

"Come closer, my love." Jabba said as he pulled her closer, patting her diaper. "It feels like you need a changing."

"I don't need anything from you." Padme snapped, glaring at her bloated master. "You won't own me for long."

"And what makes you say that, my pet?" Jabba rumbled as he stroked her nearly-bare breasts. "You are my pet, naked but for your diaper and all alone. I control every aspect of your life, whether you are changed, whether you eat or sleep, when you are naked or clothed, and what privileges you are allowed as my possession."

Padme glared, not willing to give Jabba any kind of control. She stubbornly sat in her own waste, willing to endure the disgust of her own waste and eventually, the burning diaper rash if it meant he would not win. Padme refused to break, glaring and even sticking her tongue out at Jabba as she slapped his tail away. It was childish, sure, but if it meant Jabba did not win, she would do it.

"You are being very childish, my pet." Jabba growled. "And you are trying your lord's patience."

"You will never be my lord, and you are no judge of how I am acting." Padme growled. "Besides, I'm in a diaper, for force's sake! How much more childish can I get?"

"Such an obstinate little pet…" Jabba rumbled, moving his tail behind Padme as the nearly-nude queen stood before him with her hands on her hips in her huge, padded diaper. "…you will learn some respect!"

He grinned as he flipped Padme onto her back and snapped his fat fingers, summoning four slave girls, the pregnant Alusia, the Twi'lek Azura, Miranda the Nemoidian, and Diva Dreschel.

"Restrain my pet, girls." Jabba demanded. "And ensure she does not move."

They reluctantly approached the diapered queen on all sides and grabbed all four of Padme's limbs, pulling them out painfully as Jabba watched them to make sure the queen did not move. Padme did not dare lash out for fear of hurting the slaves or having them punished, so she lay still, her inevitable humiliation coming nearer and nearer.

"Change her!" Jabba demanded as he clapped his hands, one of his guards forcing a small figure closer to the path that had been opened in the crowd. "Give the queen no vestige of privacy as punishment for her obstinacy."

Padme tilted her lovely face upwards, her eyes looking to see who he was commanding. Whoever it was, she was small, and she could see that even in the shadows in the throne room, the girl was very, very shy. As she looked, she winced as her head was pulled back and she was pulled into a spread-eagle position on the dusty floor by the slave girls, who were holding her legs apart as a Gamorrean guard held Padme's head still, the slave girls looking at Padme with compassion as they restrained her for fear of punishment from their bloated master.

"I said, change her!" Jabba shouted. "Come closer, girl. Don't make us wait before bedtime."

Padme gasped when she realized the small figure approaching her was Ruby, the adorable 12-year-old who had been helping her, still clad in her one-piece costume with the distasteful cut-outs. The queen still hated the idea of Jabba forcing a child to dress in such revealing, sexualized clothes, especially given the wolf-whistles and catcalls the crowd gave the little girl as she passed.

"I…I don't know how to, master Jabba." Ruby said, obviously trying stalling to ensure Padme did not have to suffer such humiliation in public. "I don't know how to change a diaper."

"Change. Her." Jabba demanded, his voice indicating that he had reached the end of his patience. "Or she will be whipped."

Ruby hesitated, walking closer to the restrained queen as the Gamorreans hooted and jeered at the little girl. She slowly approached Padme and walked until the queen was right in front of her. Ruby felt bad upon seeing the spread-eagled woman before her in the filthy diaper, praying the queen would forgive her.

"It's okay, Ruby dearest. I'll instruct you." Alusia said, her arms straining as she struggled to hold down Padme while keeping her swollen belly from throwing her off-balance. "First, you take off the plastic panties. Use the little buttons on the sides."

Padme shuddered as Ruby unbuttoned her plastic panties, the crinkling noise like nails on a chalkboard to her after days of wearing the disgusting garment. They were placed on a table as Ruby reached the diaper, soaking-wet and swollen with waste.

"Then you undo the adhesive for the diaper, just pull it off." Alusia said as she stroked Padme's head to comfort her. "Next, remove the diaper and throw it away."

Ruby shyly undid the tape holding the diaper together and removed the filthy garment, dropping the infantile underwear into the Nexu pit. Padme struggled, naked and filthy in the girls' grip as Ruby shyly returned, one of the guards handing her a sponge and a bottle of medicinal rub.

"Clean the queen's crotch and then wipe away any excess waste." Alusia instructed, pulling on Padme's arm as she sobbed. "You're doing fine, your highness. Just relax."

Relaxation was the farthest thing from Padme's mind at the moment as she felt Ruby rubbing the foul-smelling medicinal rub all over her naked crotch, her nose wrinkling at the stench of her own waste mixed with the cleanser that was being applied to her naked form. Soon, the deed was done and she flinched at the feeling of a fresh, powdered, thick diaper being fastened over her intimate region. Padme's plastic panties were placed upon her powered pussy and covered the diaper in its entirety, making Padme shudder.

"Very good, my pets." Jabba rumbled, smirking slightly. "Although I think the queen requires a little more of a wardrobe after the events of today."

He clapped his huge hands as a guard approached the throne room, making Padme look in confusion at the hot-pink device he was carrying. It was a harness of some kind, but with a massively-thick pad of solid plastic near the bottom. Padme didn't know what the device was for, but it couldn't be anything good, that was for certain.

"Since you have been so rude and obstinate today, I will put you in another garment for tonight." Jabba said, grinning as his guards thrust the device into Ruby's hands. "These will ensure your obedience as well as make certain you do not go far without my permission."

Padme gasped as the wide, plastic harness was strapped over her body like a pair of overalls, the huge plastic pad forcing her thighs wide apart. The straps were tightened to ensure she couldn't remove it by moving the straps enough, and the buckles were locked with special keys to assure Jabba he was the only being who could ever release her. Padme was then released by the slave girls, trying to stand up straight only to be stopped immediately by the bulky plastic pad between her legs. The queen nearly toppled over as she tried to stand upright, the crowd guffawing at her attempt at standing being hindered by the wide pad between her thighs, which were already hindered by her thick, padded diaper and plastic panties.

"They're called 'abduction pants', my pretty little queen." Jabba said, smiling as the crowd mocked and jeered at the diapered, infantile woman before them. "Some beings used to use them on their babies in the past and I think they suit you rather well, don't you think?"

Padme struggled to stand upright like an adult woman, only to nearly topple again as she spread her legs to balance herself. She felt even more humiliated than before, and wearing the solid plastic device between her legs made her look as if she was riding an invisible horse. Padme recognized it as being based upon a baby's coveralls, though undoubtedly this was meant for some kinkier purpose.

"Now my queen, dance for us!" Jabba demanded as the band erupted into a song and Padme adjusted the horrible straps so that they at least covered her breasts and nipple pasties. "Show us what moves a queen of Naboo learns to entertain her guests!"

Padme flushed dark red as the crowd roared their approval. She was humiliated beyond mortal endurance as she waddled like a baby into the center of the crowd, her widespread legs forcing her to hobble around helplessly. Padme danced awkwardly, like an ape hobbling around the room, a far cry from the elegant ballroom dances and other such movements she was used to performing. Even diapered like before, she was able to at least perform some sort of adult dance but these horrible pants…she couldn't possibly perform even the barest hint of adulthood wearing this device.

"Shake that booty!" one of the guards yelled as Padme reluctantly obeyed.

She waved back and forth, toddling around the room as she felt more and more degraded by the moment. The awful plastic pad kept her from moving, reducing her further in age by the moment.

"Slap that pad, cunt!" one of the guards yelled as they tossed beer upon Padme. "Come on, drop the beat, baby girl!"

Padme sobbed as she slapped the hard plastic pad between her legs, her makeup running as the hollow sound of the plastic sounded like a drumbeat. She struggled to move and waddled like a sumo wrestler instead, the painful feeling of her legs closing on the solid Plexiglas making her wince. The humiliation was more than Padme could endure as she spun around and sobbed loudly, dancing and dancing until the room spun around her. The abduction pants felt so horrifically uncomfortable that she could barely endure them. She hated them even more then she hated her diapers, because at least with those she could manage the bulky feeling of the padded cloth and plastic. Padme would never, could never, manage with this horrible device between her legs and she wished to never, ever, ever see another diaper as long as she lived after her ordeal in this palace.

"All right, stop!" Jabba shouted, the sudden order making Padme stumble as she forced herself to obey it just to stop having to dance in this horrible device for one more moment. "Well done, my queen. You adapt well to adversity."

Padme shuddered in terror as she waddled (seeing as she could barely even flex her thighs and closing her legs was absolutely out of the question) over to Jabba, her legs feeling uncomfortable as the solid pad between them chafed her legs. She stood still, in her 'invisible horse' stance, praying Jabba's next order was to be stripped naked before the crowd. At least then, in full nakedness, Padme would be free to move without this horrible thing between her legs. This…this was pure unabashed humiliation through infantilism. And nothing, nothing she had endured in Jabba's care so far would even come close to this.

"Seeing as the hour is very late, we must adjourn to bed." Jabba said, licking Padme's barely-covered breasts and fondling her nearly-immobile body as the guests stretched out and pulled out their cots and sleeping bags, climbing into them and heading to sleep. "Time to sleep, my queen. Tomorrow, you will learn to obey me."

"So, you're not going to chain me up?" Padme asked, touching the collar around her neck.

"For what purpose?" Jabba asked, grinning and licking Padme's bare legs. "You are naked but for your diaper and the abduction pants. Even if you did escape, which is unlikely, where would you go?"

"What about these pants?" Padme asked, tapping the plastic spreader pants and glaring. "How am I to sleep in these?"

"You will have to get creative with it, my lovely queen." Jabba said as he yawned, grinning at his pet's misfortune. "Now if you had been obedient like I asked, you would be wearing clothing better suited to your age. Now sleep, my lovely queen."

Padme sighed in defeat as she struggled with the rigid straps. No use. They really were locked on tightly. Her collar felt heavier on her neck now, and her legs ached as she waddled like the biggest fool in the galaxy, diapered and bound for all to see. Padme waddled around the throne room as the sleeping degenerates in the palace snored and rolled over, narrowly avoiding bowling over the diapered, restrained queen. She felt sweaty under her diaper and groaned at the strain on her hips as she waddled like she was riding a child's toy hobby Nerf or Bantha, her shame growing by the moment.

"Oh, to hell with it…!" Padme sobbed as she started to cry.

She stood there, diapered, immobilized and infantilized to the highest extent without reducing her in age magically. Padme was nearly broken now, and there was nothing more she could do. Padme then slipped on the dusty ground, her widespread legs losing balance as she fell and hit her head on a stone step on the throne, her vision going dark as she slipped into unconsciousness.

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Padme opened her eyes and found herself floating in a black emptiness, totally naked. Her hips still hurt from being forced wide apart, but she could actually feel free, and she drank in the feeling of being freed from those awful devices of humiliation. Padme started to run, to skip and frolic, running naked and smiling like a little girl, only to find herself suddenly losing her balance as a familiar bulky garment appeared around her crotch. The queen gasped as her diaper crinkled loudly and the abduction pants made her fall forward on her face, the black ground feeling strangely soft. Padme cried, she cried for herself, for the other slave girls, for any woman forced to endure such humiliation. Her diaper felt soft and squishy, and she sobbed loudly as she struggled to close her legs.

"Mother?" a female voice came from the shadows. "Mother, are you here?"

Padme wiped her tears and looked around in the shadows, trying to locate the source of the voice. She struggled to stand, only for the horrible bulk between her thighs to prevent her from doing so. Padme lay flat on her back, rubbing her temples as they hurt for some reason. Suddenly, a stunningly-beautiful young woman appeared before her, wearing a glimmering golden bikini and jerba-leather boots. The woman's hair done up in a long braid resembling a male's penis and testicles, held in place by a golden hairclip and microcosm. She wore an armband around her bicep and a bracelet on her wrist, undoubtedly of Huttese design. Her neck bore a golden collar like a wedding ring, and she wore a skimpy brass brasserie with winding gold designs upon it. The bottom half of her costume was a split-skirt loincloth with gold groin plates and intricate designs molded onto the front resembling a woman's internal sexual organs such as a uterus and ovaries, exposing far more than her body to anyone watching. The rear plate was rounded to accentuate her buttocks, which made her look sexier. She reached out a hand to Padme and helped the diapered slave queen to her feet, making her stumble slightly.

"Easy there, you're all right." The woman said as she helped Padme back into her 'invisible horse' stance. "Are you lost?"

"I…I don't know where I am anymore." Padme said, drying her tears as the woman stroked her back. "I think I'm losing my mind. I've been wearing these diapers for days now, and I'm starting to lose control of my bladder and bowels…Jabba will be in total control of me in a day, maybe less."

"Don't bet on it." The woman said as she kissed Padme's forehead. "You're strong, stronger than you think. You passed that strength on to me and I used it to escape my captor, although I never knew you, I am glad to have known you were strong and brave to go through so much."

Padme looked at the woman, wondering how she looked so familiar. She waddled after the gold-clad woman, her diaper and spreader pants making her unable to do much more than that. The woman's burgundy-red skirts fluttered, revealing she wore no underwear to speak of beneath her skirts. Padme blushed, realizing she was definitely a slave and there was no question about her exposure.

"Be brave and strong, see your husband again and give him a lovely gift when you are together again." The young woman said, kissing Padme's hands and slowly fading away, disappearing into the darkness.

"Wait!" Padme shouted at the young woman. "Come back!"

O

"COME BACK!" Padme shouted as she woke up, tumbling over as her sore hips hit the ground.

She was in a small stone room with a medicine cabinet and a few cots in it, lit by glowing pink light. The queen had been made naked again at some point during the night, her hips and crotch wrapped in gauze like a tight-fitting pair of panties. Padme shuddered as she slowly reached around for a bed next to her, pulling herself into it.

"You're awake, thank the force!" Azura's voice said as the lovely Twi'lek woman hugged Padme close. "We were worried for a second there. Are you okay?"

Padme looked up at the lovely girl, her vibrant blue skin glowing in the darkness. The bronzed chastity belt and locking brasserie glimmered as the polished metal became etched into Padme's vision.

"Was it all just a dream?" Padme thought as she lifted herself up after taking Azura's hand. "A dream triggered by my subconscious and my last visual memory…or was it…something more?"

"What happened?" Padme asked, shaking as her bandaged crotch felt numb.

"You fell over while moving around in the abduction pants in the evening, apparently you dislocated your hips falling down in them." Azura said as she helped the queen to her feet and towards a metal walker. "I had to reset your hips after you were made stable."

"You know medicine?" Padme asked, holding onto the woman tightly.

"I know a little." Azura said as she walked Padme over to the door and let go after making sure Padme was holding onto the walker. "You also had a couple of visitors. Master Jabba allowed them to come here after your dance."

Padme squinted as a pair of humanoid figures made themselves known. Alusia and Ruby Maldoor stood in the doorframe, looking relieved that she was all right.

"How are you feeling?" Alusia asked, hugging Padme as she hobbled over.

"Sore, humiliated, frightened and shaky." Padme said as she hugged Alusia back, the pregnant woman feeling soft and smelling of milk. "That was undoubtedly the worst experience of my life."

"Well, that was the scariest 3 days of my life so far." Azura said as she kissed Padme full on the lips in relief.

"3 days…?!" Padme gasped.

"You were in a coma after you fell." Azura said. "Master Jabba was furious. He made us work with almost no sleep to heal you."

Padme sighed and stood up straight, the girls undoing the bandages around her crotch.

"There, you should be just fine." Alusia said as she hugged Padme, Ruby hugging the queen's leg. "Are you okay? You look a little…distant."

"I had the strangest dream." Padme said as she stood nude before them. "Well, maybe it was a vision, but it felt so unusual…"

"Well, we don't have much time to reminisce, I'm afraid." A voice said as Diva Dreschel walked into the room, her filed-down horns catching on the curtains. "Queen Amidala, master Jabba demands you meet him in the throne room."

Padme sighed, walking slowly to get accustomed to walking after spending several days in a bed in a coma. She walked over to Diva, who clamped a collar and chain around her neck and pulled the poor queen through the halls, making her walk naked through the corridors.

"Thank the force you're okay. I told Master Jabba that was a dumb idea, but he never listens." Diva said as she led Padme through the halls. "Wearing those spreader pants is one thing, but dancing in them? I'm surprised you were ever able to dance in that diaper."

"Well, neither one is preferable to me." Padme said, walking after Diva as her nude form glistened from sweat. "It's disgusting, how can he do this to these women?"

"He can do anything he wants." Diva said as her silver bikini glistened in the dim light. "We need to follow his orders and we'll be safe."

Padme sighed as she walked into the throne room, shielding her eyes from the light. The naked queen blushed as Jabba chuckled, the throne room thankfully empty save for Jabba and a few guards. Her gauze-covered crotch felt sticky, and she flushed when she realized the meaning of that. Her period had come, and now was not a good time for it to be known. At least she wore a pad underneath it, from the feeling around her vulva.

"Well, my queen. It had been too long without you on my throne." Jabba said as the chain around Padme's neck tightened with a tug of her leash. "It is time to sleep now, so unfortunate that you recovered at such a late hour, but do not worry. Your diaper shall be returned to you in the morning."

Padme did not relish the idea of that. She lay down on the cold throne, her sticky, gauze-covered crotch feeling chafed by the tight bandages. Her bare breasts felt sensitive as her nipples rubbed against Jabba's cold skin. Padme's stomach cramped and she groaned as Jabba fell asleep, snoring and blowing the disgusting smell of his breath into her nostrils. She wondered what had happened. Did she see a vision, or was it merely a dream. And why did that woman call her…mother? Padme knew for certain she was not pregnant, the fact that she was having her period now was proof enough of that. She leaned back in pain, wondering what had happened. How did she see a vision like that unless…she had some latent connection to the force.

"Who knows?" Padme thought as she leaned back, physically exhausted and emotionally drained from her injury and subsequent recovery. "I've got to be strong. For Anakin's sake, and, force willing, the sake of our future children."

Padme realized she had never considered having a baby with Anakin, but after her experience here, it was definitely a new idea for her. She curled into a ball and moaned as her period cramps set in, the pain making her double over in agony. Padme knew her diaper would be returned soon, and she was not looking forward to it. But even through all of that, the idea that a lovely young woman she somehow knew reassured her mind, calming her to sleep.

"Thank you, my lovely Valkyrie." Padme whispered as she drifted off to sleep. "Thank you."

To be continued.