Esmie took the orange soda from Zoe and took another sip. As soon as she was done, she handed it back. There was no sense in getting in trouble for Zoe’s transgression. At least, there was no sense in getting in as much trouble as Zoe. There was a good chance she’d get in some trouble for drinking the soda even if she didn’t take it from the fridge.
“Okay, your turn to pick something.” Zoe said, taking a long gulp.
“Okay, perhaps this one?” She pointed at a video entitled, Amazing Animals: Gentoo Penguin.
“That’s from National Geographic Kids.” Zoe said.
“I like penguins.” Esmie said. Where was this accusatory tone coming from anyway?
“That’s like, the fourth kid channel video you’ve picked. Are you just trying to make sure we’re watching kid stuff when Caleb comes back?”
“Would it be so terrible?” Esmie asked, confused. “We are playing, correct?”
Honestly she did want to watch the video. Penguins had always been a favorite animal. At the moment the kid-oriented nature of the videos seemed more fun than usual. She shifted on the couch, relishing the soggy squish in her diaper.
“Caleb is going to embarrass us plenty today, you don’t have to help him.” Zoe said, sounding frustrated.
“Are you not enjoying?” Esmie asked. She put a hand on her girlfriend’s arm gently. “We don’t have to play if you don’t want.”
“I don’t get it.” Zoe said with a pout.
She always had the most adorable pouts. Esmie leaned in for a gentle kiss. Like the sun coming out from behind a cloud, Zoe’s smile lit up her lips.
Never change, my mercurial love, Esmie thought.
“So the game is giving you trouble?” Esmie asked. “Is there something I can do to help?”
“What do you like about it?” Zoe asked, though she didn’t give Esmie time to answer. “You don’t like being embarrassed like I do. This is really embarrassing but it also gets in the way of stuff. We can’t have sex normally with these on.”
Esmie had just about caught up and constructed an answer in English, when Zoe sighed and ranted again.
“But they bought two boxes of the stuff and a bunch of other things. They have a whole long game planned out. The boys are super invested in this and I don’t want to disappoint them. Maybe it can be a lot of fun, but I don’t see how, right now. You seem way more comfortable with it though. I feel like I can’t meet you there.”
“Please let me say.” Esmie said, catching up again to the rapid fire English.
“Oh, sorry babe.” Zoe gave Esmie a quick hug. “I was talking over you.”
“It is okay, you have reason.”
Esmie bit her lip and considered. It sounded like Zoe wasn’t connecting to the game, which was a problem for sure. One of the things that made their lovely circle work was that everyone tried hard to find enjoyment in whatever the group wanted to do. It had worked well so far, introducing them all to some very sexy things.
She understood Zoe’s frustration too. It had been the same for her when Caleb and Zoe had introduced her and Roman to exhibitionism. Even doing it responsibly, only to select groups online or at a BDSM event, had been very difficult at first. Caleb had explained that for him the thrill was that of being an artist with sex as his medium. Then he’d made artistic and intense love to her, in front of a crowd of almost a hundred people. It had been one of the best sexual experiences of her life.
“It is hard for me to say what I like about it, because it gives me embarrassment.” Esmie said. “I don’t get the thrill from embarrassment that you do. But I love and trust you. I will try to explain.”
Zoe nodded, listening attentively with an adoring look on her face.
“I like – the wetting. Not because it is embarrassing, though it is, but for the experience.” Esmie took a deep, nervous breath.
“Okay, I can understand that.” Zoe said. “You don’t have to be embarrassed about it. I am, and that’s good for me but like, what if we do this for a long time and it becomes normal to wet a diaper? If it’s not embarrassing anymore I’ll just be – soggy.”
“There is more, for me.” Esmie hesitated, smiling when Zoe nodded encouragement. “I also enjoy – to play.”
Esmie wrung her hands and tried to order her thoughts. Taking extra care to construct her words, she hoped she wouldn’t be misunderstood.
“To be a child again in my mind is attractive. It seems comforting. I have seen some play like this before and I suspect that the boys are starting us out very gently. I think they have a lot more childishness planned for us. I am looking forward to that.”
Esmie took a deep breath and held up a hand to let Zoe know she had more to say. Zoe, bless her, nodded and waited patiently.
“It is also a kind of surrender. That is something we both like. But maybe for you the other things I like aren’t fun. I think enjoyment is possible for you.” Esmie squeezed Zoe’s hand reassuringly, “If the game makes us pretend to be very small children, that could be embarrassing no matter how much it is done. Also you like to play like the brat and get in trouble. Children are always getting in trouble and being punished.”
“Thank you babe.” Zoe said, nuzzling Esmie’s nose tenderly. “I know it took a lot of effort to explain all of that in English. You did a terrific job.”
“You understand a little more?” Esmie asked hopefully.
“I think I understand a lot more.” Zoe said with a grin. “It’s like a license to be bratty all the time. It’ll be super easy to get in trouble too. I think I get it now, thank you.”
“I have created the monster.” Esmie said, chuckling. “You will never be able to sit down.”
“Then I’ll lay on the floor like a kid, with my little-girl girlfriend.” Zoe said impishly.
“Do not threaten me with a fun time.” Esmie said.
“So I shouldn’t do this?” Zoe asked, grabbing the laptop’s mouse. With a couple of clicks, she set their YouTube account to restricted mode. Not satisfied with that, she subscribed them to National Geographic Kids and each of the channels for the kid-oriented videos Esmie had picked.
“What is that going to do?” Esmie asked.
“It will block a lot of adult stuff and start showing us more of these kinds of videos.” Zoe scooted closer, snuggling up to Esmie. “Let’s watch your puffin video.”
The puffin video was every bit as delightful as Esmie had hoped. As was the next video on lemurs. In no time at all they had watched more than a dozen videos. Content for kids was a lot shorter than most adult stuff.
While the feed change wasn’t total, the suggested videos on their shared YouTube account had taken a drastic turn. It had been dominated by arts and music, world events, and LGBTQ issues. Now over half the suggested videos were cartoon ponies, funny animals, and toys.
“I don’t like this one.” Zoe said, pausing a video of a baby doll. “I already have a doll like this.”
“You do?” Esmie asked curiously. She didn’t think Zoe had anything saved from her childhood.
“Yeah, right here.” Zoe grinned and hugged Esmie.
“I am your doll now?” Esmie laughed.
“Well you wet just like the dolly in the video does. I just have to squeeze you.” Zoe shifted her arms lower and pressed on Esmie’s abdomen.
“Zoe!” Esmie protested. It was half-hearted.
She’d been considering letting go for a couple of videos now. With a little shudder she let loose. The squishy padding wrapping her warmed up right away. A lovely wet feeling caressed her crotch and rear. A second kind of wetness made itself known as well. Esmie drew a husky breath and kissed her girlfriend’s neck.
“Ooh, you do like it. This is really fun.” Zoe said, her eyes sparkling. “I just have to make sure you’re drinking tons of water and I’ll be able to turn you on whenever I want.”
“I’ll tell the teachers.” Esmie said, giggling.
“I’m counting on it.” Zoe said.
“You’ll tell the teachers what?” Caleb asked from the doorway to the hall.
Esmie jumped a little. She was surprised at how guilty she felt. This game was easy to get into. Maybe a little too easy.
“Zoe was making me – potty by squeezing me.” Esmie said.
“I was just hugging her!” Zoe protested.
“Esmie, don’t blame your accidents on the other girls.” Caleb said, shaking his head.
Esmie looked down, hit by a second wave of guilt. “I’m sorry Mr. Santiago.”
“That’s okay, just try to remember. On the other hand, I see a bottle of soda out. I know I told you girls you had to ask permission to drink that.”
“It’s Zoe’s.” Esmie said quickly.
“You had some too!” Zoe said, shocked at her girlfriend’s lighting-fast betrayal.
“Who got it out of the fridge?” Caleb asked.
Neither girl said anything for a moment. Caleb stared them down. Esmie found she couldn’t meet his gaze.
“I did.” Zoe said, with a surprising amount of remorse for her.
“This is you girls’ first day at daycare and I have to say I’m not that impressed with your behavior right now.” Caleb said. “Especially you, Zoe.”
“Me?!” Zoe protested.
“That’s right. Esmie just has some minor behavior issues, but she seems like a good girl.” He picked up the orange soda and shook his head at Zoe. “You broke a clearly stated rule in the first couple of hours.”
“I really wanted one and you were in a meeting.” Zoe said.
“That’s not an excuse. You can’t always have what you want.” Caleb pointed to a spot on the carpet. “Stand here. I need to check your diaper.”
“I can just tell you if I need to be changed.” Zoe said, rolling her eyes.
She’s going for a big punishment, Esmie thought. I need to be careful or she’ll drag me down with her. Caleb is being very strict about this, right away.
“NOW, little girl.” Caleb said. He was using his Dom voice now. Zoe squeaked and hurried to the spot he was pointing at. Even her recklessness only went so far.
“First of all, I’m the judge of if you need to be changed or not. Those diapers can hold quite a bit. Second, the whole reason you’re in them is that we don’t trust you to make it to the potty on your own. You might not realize that you need a change.”
Zoe blushed at that. The red in her face deepened when Caleb pulled up her skirt and made her hold it bunched up. He squeezed and gently prodded her diaper, even slipped a finger underneath the waistband.
“You’re fine. You don’t need a change until at least after your time-out is over.” Caleb said.
“Time out!” Zoe whined.
Esmie had to stifle a giggle. Zoe was not going to get the spanking she’d been fishing for.
“That’s right.” He took Zoe’s skirt from her, pulling it down and off. “Come with me.”
Caleb lead Zoe by the hand to the corner of the room and sat her down cross-legged. “I don’t want to hear a peep out of you, or see you looking around. You stare at the corner and think about what you did.”
Zoe’s answering whine got her nose bapped by Caleb.
“It’s twenty minutes now, but it could easily be an hour.” Caleb said. “Maybe you want to test me?”
Zoe shook her head, quite silently this time.
“That’s better.” Caleb made a brief detour to the kitchen to dump the soda and dispose of the bottle.
“Alright Esmie, I need to check your diaper too.”
“Yes Mr. Santiago.” Esmie stood next to Zoe’s discarded skirt.
“What a good girl you are!” Caleb said, patting Esmie’s cheek. “You don’t always have to go to that spot but you’re a good girl for thinking of it.”
Esmie smiled and folded her hands in front of her. Her heartbeat picked up again when Caleb squeezed her diaper through her leggings and pulled open the back to look inside.
“It looks like you’ve gone a couple of times.” Caleb said. “How are you feeling? Do you need a change?”
Esmie considered. The actual feeling of being wet was good, but there was an itchiness coming along with it now. She nodded. “Yes please, Mr. Santiago. It’s uncomfortable.”
“Of course sweetie. Lie down on the changing pad.”
With a shiver, Esmie lay down, stripping off her leggings. She looked over at Zoe and caught her looking back. She seemed very upset at the kinder treatment Esmie was getting. Not that Zoe should have expected anything different with how naughty she’d been.
In the interest of avoiding a more legitimate grievance with her girlfriend, Esmie looked away before Caleb turned his attention back to her, keeping Zoe’s latest rule-break a secret.
“Do you have to go again?” Caleb asked as he tore the tapes on Esmie’s diaper and opened it up.
“No.” Esmie said. “Um, I went right before you came in.”
Caleb smiled and stroked Esmie’s leg gently. He was just as nice with the wipes, carefully cleaning her off. He even knew to wipe front to back. Esmie wondered just how much research the boys had done for this.
“Was your meeting good?” Esmie asked.
“I’m glad it’s over.” Caleb shrugged, discarding the wet diaper in a plastic bag. “I have some time to spend with you girls now. It’s a good thing too, who knows what you would have gotten up to with a few more hours.”
“We didn’t mean to be bad.” Esmie said. She sank onto the diaper Caleb put under her with a soft sigh. She had no idea how Zoe was enjoying the feel, or not, but she was finding it very nice. “This is new for us and there were no teachers around.”
“Hmm, I guess you need more supervision then. Maybe you’re not as grown up as I thought you were.”
Esmie squirmed under Caleb’s warm hands as he applied lotion. “We aren’t trained for the bathroom yet.”
“You have a point.” Caleb chuckled. He applied powder and brought the diaper nice and snug around Esmie. “I guess it was the big girl clothes that fooled me. I should get you into something more appropriate.”
Esmie nodded. She was nervous, but excited too. It was always easier to play a game with the proper costume.
“If you’re going to need a change every few hours, it’s probably best to stick with just a diaper below the waist.” Caleb said. “But I have some cute shirts for you. You like yellow, right Esmie?”
“Yes please!” She said eagerly.
Caleb produced a yellow shirt from the duffel that simply said ‘Baby’ on it. Very to the point, Esmie thought. He stripped her stylish waist-tie blouse and worked her into the new shirt with minimal help from Esmie. The baby shirt left a bit of belly exposed.
“Better?” Caleb asked.
“Yes Mr. Santiago.” Esmie said. Her voice quavered, surprising her. There were an awful lot of butterflies in her belly at the moment. She reached out for Caleb.
Without hesitation he pulled Esmie up into a hug. It wasn’t enough. She wormed her way closer, until he had to sit back a bit to give her a lap to climb into. Sitting on his thighs, held by his lanky arms, Esmie finally felt comforted. She sighed happily and rested her cheek on Caleb’s shoulder.
“Doing okay, Esmie?” Caleb stroked her back.
“Very good now.” Esmie said, kissing Caleb’s neck.
“I see the game is a hit with you.” Caleb said, stroking Esmie’s side.
“I like it very much so far. Just ask Zoe, she’s already had me once today.” Esmie giggled.
“I’m asking you.” Caleb said. “Roman knew you would like the wetting. I suspected you’d like other parts as well.”
Esmie shivered. She bit her lip and looked Caleb in the eyes. Up close they were always so chaotically green, like a dark sea. “What did you think I would like?”
“Being taken care of.” Caleb said. He pulled Esmie’s side up close against him. One arm held her waist tightly, the other hand held her head to his shoulder.
“It seems very good.” Esmie said softly.
“I know you trust me, but do you trust me with this?” Caleb asked. “Will you let me take care of you, like a little girl?”
The comfort and intimacy of hearing that question while being held close were incredible. Esmie gasped a little and nodded, clutching at Caleb’s shirt.
“Please, Mr. Santiago.”
“You’re a good girl Esmie. You’re my good girl. I’m going to take tender care of you whenever you’re here at daycare.”
A warm glow spread out from Esmie’s chest. “Thank you. I love you.”
“I love you too, darling girl.” Caleb said.
He gently tilted Esmie’s chin up and brought their lips together for a slow kiss. She twisted to press as much of her chest as she could against him. Both hands were balled up in fists around his shirt in tense contrast to the languid tender pace of the kiss. Tingles danced across her lips like she hadn’t felt since the first time she and Roman began dating Caleb and Zoe.
Caleb’s hands wandered her body, caressing in slow, powerful strokes. She moaned breathily, parting her lips to let his tongue tangle with hers. There wasn’t as much an urgency in her body as a gentle building of heat. She allowed herself to be completely consumed by the embrace, tracing her hands over every curve and bump of Caleb’s lanky back.
She wished she needed wet again so that he’d change her again. It felt like the only thing that could make their perfect intimate moment even closer. The kiss ended with Esmie pressed to Caleb like she needed the warmth to survive.
“That was beautiful and sweet.” Caleb said, stroking Esmie’s cheek. “Are you ready to play?”
“Play how?” Esmie asked. She was sure there were kids toys in that bag, but there were some more adult ways to play that sounded good now too.
“What kind of daycare would this be if we didn’t have activities for you?” Caleb said. “You’re not just going to watch videos all day.”
“Oh?” Esmie asked. She was surprised at how exciting the idea was. Her anticipation for daycare activities was actually rivaling that for sexy ones.
“That’s right. This morning we’re making flower gardens out of construction paper.” Caleb said.
Esmie laid her head against Caleb again. It sounded like a really good way to get deeper into the game. It was also a little scary. What if she got much more into it than the others, especially Zoe? They all loved each other, but pretending to be a child was something they’d never done together.
“You alright?” Caleb asked.
“Mmhm.” Esmie said.
“Esmie, give me a thumb up or a thumb down. Thumb up for more, thumb down for back off.”
Esmie lifted a hand and considered. It would have been a thumb down if it hadn’t been for the kiss and Caleb’s promise to take care of her. Even with those, the thumb up was hard to do. Tentatively, she stuck out her thumb and pointed it at the ceiling.
“I’ve got you, little girl.” Caleb said.
Sitting Esmie up on his lap, he fished in his pocket for a plastic packet. Tearing it open, he revealed a pink pacifier. Caleb gave her a questioning look, but Esmie’s mouth was already hanging open. Caleb grinned and popped the paci into Esmie’s mouth.
Esmie sat cross-legged when Caleb got up to get the activity supplies. She concentrated on the feel of the rubber on her tongue and between her teeth. The padding under her rear crinkled and swaddled her when she shifted. It was a little meditative and a lot comforting. Most of all it took her mind off her worries while Caleb wasn’t there to cuddle her.
Caleb put a smooth plastic chair mat on the carpet in front of Esmie and added stacks of construction paper to it. A good sized rectangle of poster board went down in front of her. Along with some tools and glue, Caleb pulled out a ribbon and clip.
The ribbon fastened to the handle of Esmie’s pacifier, and he put the clip on her shirt. “There you go, you can take your pacifier out if you want, but you don’t have to.”
Esmie nodded slowly. Her vision tunneled around Caleb and the art station he’d created. She didn’t feel like there was anything she needed to say, especially with the extra effort of translating it to English.
“You can make any kind of flower garden you want.” Caleb said. “These pieces of construction paper here have pop-out shapes. There’s lots of pretty flower petals and stems and stuff there. This paper is regular. If you need to cut a shape out of that, I have the tool for it.”
“It’s a safe cutter for little ones.” Caleb said, holding up what looked like a green marker, and pulling the cap off to show the tiny blade nib at the end. “But you still need to ask permission before you use it, okay?”
Esmie smiled broadly. She wanted to hug Mr. Santiago all over again.
“You can use the glue as much as you want, but only on the plastic, okay? No glue on the rug, and nothing that’s been-glued on the rug. Understand?”
Esmie nodded, keeping her eyes on Mr. Santiago’s face.
“Good girl!” Caleb smiled, popping the safety blade in his pocket. “Go ahead and get started. Zoe’s time out is almost over and I’m going to talk to her for a bit.”
Esmie shuffled out some of the pop out construction paper sheets and considered her options. There was a lot of variety of colors but not so much in shapes. She was going to need Mr. Santiago’s cutter eventually. Since that was across the room with Mr. Santiago and Zoe, she concentrated on what she could do for now.
Deep purple petals and pastel pink petals could be offset together to make something much more interesting. Esmie set to punching out a dozen or so of each and carefully combining them with glue. The rest of the world had gone away. She didn’t register the conversation happening behind her, or the house for that matter.
There was only the papers in front of her and the vital importance of putting her petals together for a big central piece for her garden. It would be like a sunflower in pinks and purples and it was going to be so pretty. More than anything she hoped that Mr. Santiago would be proud of her when he saw it.
Seemingly out of nowhere, Zoe joined them. She had been changed out of her cream colored blouse but not her diaper. It was still puffy and wrinkly where it bulged out from under her. Her shirt was a bit more extreme than Esmie’s. It was bright pink with puffy short-sleeves and a lacy white heart on the chest. It even said “Baby Girl” in embroidery on the heart. White lace along the collar and the fact that it bared her midriff made it exquisitely cute on her.
Zoe was blushing. It took Esmie a moment to realize that she was probably embarrassed by her outfit and the activity, not the fact that she’d been in time-out. She spit her pacifier out and let it dangle on its ribbon.
“I’m going to make a purple sunflower.” She declared. Zoe looked at her in surprise and Esmie suddenly felt shy, ducking her head. “For the – middle – de mon jardin.”
Zoe smiled suddenly, her eyes sparkling. “That sounds really pretty. Are those the petals?”
“Yes.” Esmie said, her confidence returning. “I think I can make the middle of the flower out of these blue stars, see?” She arranged the stars overlapping so they made a jagged circular shape.
“That’s going to look really good.” Zoe said, grinning. “Hmm, actually you just gave me an idea.”
While Zoe grabbed flame-colored papers and punched out flower petals from them, Esmie looked around for Mr. Santiago. He wasn’t anywhere around the art station. She sat up and cast her gaze out further. There was a trickle of worry in her tummy.
Luckily she was able to spot him, all the way over in the kitchen.
“Mr. Santiago!” She called out. “I need the cutter!”
“Just a minute Esmie, I’m getting your snack together.” Mr. Santiago said.
Esmie sighed and tried tracing out the shape she wanted for her sunflower stem with a fingernail. It would mostly work as a guide. With nothing else to do at the moment, she peered at what Zoe was doing.
“Oh, I like that!” Esmie said.
Instead of a central piece, Zoe was starting from the outside of her paper, pasting layer upon layer of overlapping petals down. Her garden was starting to give the impression of looking through a tunnel of tightly packed flowers.
“Thanks! I’m not sure what I’m going to put in the middle though.”
“Well I only have my sunflower.” Esmie said.
“If you want it to stand out a lot you could do your other flowers on bushes.” Zoe suggested.
“That is a good idea!” Esmie stared at Zoe’s paper. “You could put a pool in yours. For the middle part.”
“Yeah, hmm.” Zoe said, the wheels turning in her head.
Esmie squirmed in her diaper. Zoe’s garden was looking really beautiful already. She couldn’t say why, but she wanted to impress Zoe.
“Okay girls.” Mr. Santiago said, setting down a plate with some grapes and cheese-cubes on it. “Here’s a snack. I want you two to share nicely, alright?”
“Yes Mr. Santiago.” Esmie said sincerely.
Zoe snatched up three cheese cubes right away and popped them in her mouth. Esmie frowned. Luckily, Mr. Santiago was on it.
“Zoe, that didn’t look like sharing. I hope you won’t have to go back to time out. You’d miss the rest of crafts.”
“I’m sorry.” Zoe said, through a mashed mouthful of cheese.
She was going to get into so much trouble. Esmie shook her head. If she wasn’t careful, Mr. Santiago was going to spank her. Esmie took the sippy cup that Mr. Santiago handed her and tried it, discovering a very sweet lemonade. It hit the spot, as did a cheese cube and a grape.
It took until Esmie had her sunflower’s stem cut out of dark purple paper before she realized Zoe was trying to get spanked. Of course. She wanted Mr. Santiago – Caleb to take her to bed. Looking him over, Esmie wanted the same. But not after a spanking. After she showed him her garden and he thought it was so good he had to start kissing her.
Esmie giggled as she pasted the stem carefully onto her paper and began adding the central blue stars.
“What’s so funny?” Zoe asked. She was painstakingly adding on to her riotous border of flowers.
Esmie looked around. Mr. Santiago was sitting on the couch, doing something on his phone. From his serious expression it was probably work-related.
“I was thinking on Mr. Santiago.” Esmie whispered. “What I want him to do to me.”
“Oh yeah?” Zoe whispered back, a sly grin on her face.
“I thought, if he liked my garden very much, he would kiss me.” Esmie whispered. “Lots of kisses. The kisses would be so good that he would take me to his bed.”
“That sounds hot.” Zoe whispered. “What then?”
“He would undress me.” Esmie whispered, flushing. “Embrace me in the bed. Make love to me very gentle. Then when we had given each other pleasure, he would tell me that I am very good.”
“That sounds amazing.” Zoe whispered. “I kind of want to do it myself.”
“Do you think my garden looks good? I know it is just one flower right now but, I will make more.” Esmie said, abandoning the whispers as her anxiety crept up on her.
“It already looks great!” Zoe said casually.
“Are you sure? Maybe I should not have done the big central flower.”
Zoe looked over at Esmie, furrowing her brows in confusion.
“Sweetheart, what’s going on? You’re a really good artist. Why are you worried?”
“I wanted Mr. Santiago to like it.” Esmie said, then bashfully added, “Also, I want you it to look good to you.”
“It is good.” Zoe said sincerely. “I love the stem you cut out, it’s got all kind of cool bumps and little curves. I would have just cut a straight line and stuck some leaves on it.”
“Thank you.” Esmie said, smiling at the little glow in her heart.
“You are adorable like this.” Zoe said, scooting closer to Esmie.
“How am I?” Esmie asked.
“Like a very earnest little girl.” Zoe said, kissing Esmie on the cheek. “It makes me feel protective of you.”
“But we are both little girls.” Esmie said, leaning against Zoe nonetheless.
“Maybe I could be the older one.” Zoe said. “I could help take care of the little one.”
“You are the troublemaker.” Esmie said with a giggle.
“I can be both.” Zoe laughed, putting her arms around Esmie. “Get in trouble so you don’t have to. Like when I got us the orange soda.”
Esmie giggled and snuggled up to Zoe. “I like when people take care of me.”
“I know you do, I didn’t realize how much.” Zoe said. “Come on Esmie, I’ll help you make the very best garden ever.”
They set to work. Esmie was a little worried that Zoe would take over her garden, but she was quite the opposite. Everything she added she insisted on clearing with Esmie before pasting it down. As they got into a rhythm it was more like having a second pair of hands, with Zoe making flower bushes exactly as Esmie asked for them.
“You two are playing very nicely together. I’m proud of you girls.” Mr. Santiago said.
Esmie beamed up at him. “What do you think of our garden?”
“Esmie’s garden!” Zoe interjected. “I’m just helping her make her rosebushes.”
“It’s gorgeous.” Mr. Santiago said. “I love the colors. The flower in the middle is really striking.”
“Thank you.” Esmie said, her heart aflutter.
“Zoe, it’s very sweet of you to help Esmie, but you might not get to finish your garden before naptime if you don’t work on your own.”
“That’s okay, I’m having fun helping Esmie.” Zoe said. “If we have crafts tomorrow I can finish it then.”
“I’m not sure if you will, since you’ll be at Mr. Zabolotski’s daycare tomorrow.” Mr. Santiago said. “But it’ll be here on Friday for you to finish.”
Esmie paused as she considered that. She’d forgotten that they were switching houses. Tomorrow she’d be playing like this at home. Her house would become the daycare. The thought was strange. She wondered if Zoe felt strange about the daycare invading her home. The fact that she hadn’t thought of that until now hit her with a twinge of guilt.
“Zoe, does it feel strange for you that the daycare is in your house?” Esmie asked.
“No. The game is unusual but I’m getting used to it pretty fast.” Zoe said.
Mr. Santiago watched them both curiously. Esmie considered Zoe’s reaction. It seemed the game didn’t change the space for her. Maybe she should talk to Roman about keeping the game at one house only. Except that wouldn’t work because Mr. – Caleb would be in the office tomorrow.
Roman would be her daycare teacher tomorrow. Esmie let that sink in. As much as she loved Zoe and Caleb, the relationship with Roman was deeper. He already took care of her, but like a partner. She took care of him too. What would happen if he was sick one day that they were supposed to have their game? Even if it was Caleb’s day for daycare, she wouldn’t be home to take care of Roman.
“Are you alright Esmie?” Caleb asked softly.
“I am thinking much.” Esmie said.
“Do you want to tell us?” Zoe said.
“Not in this minute.” Esmie said. “I need to think more before I speak of it.”
“Do you need a break?” Caleb asked. He took a seat next to Esmie and stroked her back.
Esmie considered that seriously. The thoughts she’d started on were complicated. If she focused on them alone, she’d be sitting and introspecting instead of enjoying her boyfriend and girlfriend. As with most complicated matters of the heart, it would be better for her to leave the thoughts in the back of her mind to slowly become more clear.
“No, Mr. Santiago. I want to finish my garden.” Esmie said.
“Of course.” Caleb kissed Esmie’s head. “Naptime will be a little bit of a break for all of us anyway.”
“Oh?” Zoe asked.
“We don’t have beds with rails here yet. For safety reasons, you girls will be in bed with me during naptime.” Caleb said with a sly smile.
“Oh, safety.” Zoe said with a broad grin.
“You will be especially safe, Ms. Bratt.” Caleb said. “So safe you won’t be able to move much.”
Esmie licked her lips. It was always delightful to work over a tied-up Zoe with Caleb. Naptime was suddenly far more interesting than she’d assumed it would be.
Returning to her garden, Esmie found that she’d lost that singular focus she’d had before. There was too much space taken up in her mind by the questions she’d raised. It was a shame. The feeling had been comforting on a primal level.
Not that she was worried. They had all been through so much together that no game, no matter how intense, could be an existential threat to their polycule. Her worries and the game would work themselves out with time and communication.
In the meantime she had that mentality to look forward to on other days, maybe even later today. It was exciting, like adding a new boyfriend or girlfriend to the group. Esmie grinned at Zoe, who’d returned to her own garden project.
“Make sure you drink all your lemonade.” Esmie said sweetly. “Otherwise Mr. Santiago won’t need to change you before naptime.”
Zoe blushed profusely, clearly caught off guard by her girlfriend’s tease.
“I uh…” She stammered.
“That’s right Zoe.” Caleb said, patting Zoe on the head. “I can tie a diapered girl to the bed just as well as naked one.”
“Jerks.” Zoe accused, grabbing her sippy cup and tipping it way back.
Esmie giggled. The cup’s design didn’t let Zoe just pour the liquid down her throat. She fought with it, sucking and shaking and turning it every which way to get the liquid out faster.
“You’re really thirsty!” Esmie exclaimed. “Mr. Santiago! I think Zoe needs another drink.”
“I think you’re right.” Caleb said, taking the empty cup from Zoe. “I’ll fill this up for you right away.”
“You’re terrible.” Zoe said, arms folded and face flaming.
“You’re don’t have concern that you’ll wet the bed later, do you?” Esmie asked in pretend solicitude. “Maybe Mr. Santiago should put a fresh diaper on you at nap time.”
“Stop it!” Zoe said, tackling Esmie.
They rolled across the carpet, giggling. Zoe was trying to get in a good tickle on Esmie, but she was caught off guard when Esmie grabbed a double handful of Zoe’s diaper and squeezed.
“It’s very squishy.” Esmie said. “Maybe you already went again.”
“No!” Zoe protested, blushing again.
She seemed a bit uncomfortable, but physically, not emotionally. Esmie seized the moment and rolled on top of Zoe, pressing her hip over her girlfriend’s abdomen.
“Augh, no!” Zoe’s eyes went wide.
Esmie could feel Zoe’s diaper heating up under her leg. She grinned at her girlfriend and kissed her passionately. Zoe whimpered into the kiss. She was limp and passive under Esmie, as usual for when she was being humiliated. Esmie enhanced the feeling for Zoe, by pinning her wrists to the carpet.
For the next few minutes she kissed and writhed against Zoe. When she rolled off onto the carpet, Zoe was a flustered horny mess.
“With that I think it’s naptime.” Caleb said. His cheeks were a bit pink as well.
“Do you want me to get the ties ready?” Esmie asked, sitting up on her knees.
“Not this time.” Caleb said. “Why don’t you stay here and watch me change Zoe? Make sure you sit where you can get a good view of everything.”
“Augh.” Zoe groaned, hiding her face in her hands. Her nipples were practically poking through her babyish shirt.
“Yes Mr. Santiago.” Esmie said, arranging herself at Zoe’s feet and a bit to the side. “This game has been the fantastic so far.”
“I think so too. What about you, Zoe?” Caleb said, kneeling by Esmie with the diaper supplies.
“Please just take me to bed and fuck me.” Zoe said through her hands.
“Not yet my love.” Caleb said. “We’re not even close to done teasing you.”
“Oh god.” Zoe said, quivering.
Esmie watched as Caleb changed their increasingly flustered girlfriend. As always, it was beautiful to see Zoe overcome by desire. For all that she was eager to get to ‘naptime’, she found she was looking forward to more of the game as well. Her heart swelled with love for her boyfriends. They’d found something really special this time.