Polycule Daycare (Full Book)

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Zoe, Esmeralda, Caleb, and Roman have been together in polyamorous relationship for years. They've tried a lot of things, but when the boys introduce ABDL to the girls, it's a big surprise.

For Zoe and Esmie, the first challenge is to understand what's fun and hot about their new game. As things progress, they may find they like it a little too much.

  • Polycule Daycare: Chapter 1

    “Are you sure they’re coming over today?” Zoe asked, standing anxiously by the window. “They’re never this late.”

    “It’s only seven forty.” Caleb said, putting his arms around Zoe from behind. “Plenty of time for them to get here before Roman and I start work.”

    “But usually they’re here at seven thirty, and there’s time for fun with me and Roman, or you and him.”

    “I think Roman has something special planned for today.” Caleb said.

    “Oh? What?”

    “I’m not sure.” Caleb said. He offered nothing further besides a pat on the butt before retreating to the kitchen to get his coffee.

    “Ugh, you are too sure!” Zoe protested. She was about to chase Caleb’s stupid hunky self down when a car pulled into the driveway. “They’re here, they’re here!”

    Caleb laughed. “Are you angling for more pet-play? You’re so excited I might have to put a puppy pad down.”

    “Hush you, it’s not a scene yet.”

    Zoe stuck her tongue out at Caleb and opened the front door, standing eagerly on the steps. Roman’s Volvo was parked haphazardly as always on the gravel drive. From the door he and Esmerelda were screened by the cherry tree. The pink blossoms framed them both like panels of an old-timey painting.

    Roman was short and barrel chested to Esmie’s willowy elf look. Zoe fit in just between them height wise. She fit well between them in bed too, Zoe recalled fondly. Even with a California King size bed it was hard to fit all four of them together. Lining up by height helped a little, though that left the boys on the outside edges.

    Caleb had that tall wiry swimmer look. It was good look, doubly so when he and Roman were naked together. There wasn’t going to be any of that sexy action if they didn’t get into the house soon. Not only did they arrive late, but they were taking forever to get out of the car.

    Braving the rough gravel in her bare feet, Zoe picked her way down the driveway. Esmie was pulling some kind of duffel bag out of the back of the car, while Roman was juggling a pair of boxes.

    “Hey Esmie, Roman!” Zoe said. “Need any help?”

    “Zoe, you are missing your shoes.” Esmie pulled her in for a kiss.

    It might not be true what they said about French girls and the way they kiss, but it had always been true about Esmie. Zoe melted into the kiss and grabbed her girlfriend’s butt.

    “If you two get started on that in the driveway I really will be late to work.” Roman said, giving Zoe’s butt a good slap.

    “You’re the one that’s here ten minutes late.” Zoe countered.

    She turned around and there it was, a trademark Roman bone-crushing hug. He was sturdy as a rock, Zoe braced her hands on his shoulders and took the chance to give her feet a break from the sharp gravel.

    “You want to be carried now? How am I supposed to get the boxes in?”

    “I’ve got them.” Caleb said. He’d sensibly added shoes to his work-from-home t-shirt and shorts. The boxes looked light, if bulky. Caleb’s long arms scooped them up without a problem.

    “Perfect, now Roman can carry me!”

    “Brat.” Roman smirked. He shifted Zoe to a princess carry with one hand clamped on the back of her neck. The controlling feeling sent hot sparks across Zoe’s skin.

    “This is a lot of gear.” Zoe observed when the bag, boxes, and herself had been transported inside.

    “Roman won’t tell me what this all is.” Esmie said.

    The boys didn’t comment. That was due to Roman stretching up on his toes, locked in a passionate kiss with Caleb. Esmie and Zoe both took a moment to admire the boys.

    “That was hot.” Zoe declared when the kiss ended. “So, you’re both using a sick day today, right?”

    “Nice try Zoe.” Caleb said. “Roman, do you have any time left? I know you wanted to help set up.”

    “I really have to run.” Roman sad wistfully. His hand lingered on Caleb’s. “Take care of the girls for me.”

    “Of course. Have a good day at work.” Caleb squeezed Roman’s hand and gave him a soft look.

    “You two be good for Caleb.” Roman said, quickly kissing Esmie and Zoe in turn.

    “Oh, so we will be doing a scene all the day?” Esmie asked.

    “Caleb will explain.” Roman said.

    Zoe landed a nice smack on Roman’s butt in retaliation for his shameless teasing. It was like slapping a ham. Having the boys call in sick still sounded like a really good idea to Zoe. Unfortunately, Roman didn’t rise to the bait. All she got was a smirk as he headed out the door.

    “Caleb, can you tell us now what we are doing?” Esmie asked.

    “Yeah, what’s with all the secrecy?” Zoe bounced on her toes.

    “What, we can’t come up with a surprise for you two?” Caleb asked. He was enjoying drawing out the suspense way too much. “We usually talk about scenes over coffee, but my cup is empty.”

    Esmie’s laugh sparkled through the living room. “I will get it for you, lover.”

    Getting to the kitchen apparently required Esmie to slink up to Caleb, run a hand down his chest to his crotch, and keep working those hips all the way to the coffee maker. Seeing Esmie turn on the sex was something Zoe would never get tired of. From the bulge in his shorts, Caleb was as big a fan as ever.

    That didn’t mean he was distracted, unfortunately. Zoe’s attempt to open the duffel got her hand slapped. Caleb pulled her to him and up on her toes by the belt loop in her jeans.

    “Trying to spoil the surprise?”

    “Yes!” Zoe said unrepentantly.

    “If a spanking is what you need, don’t worry, it’ll fit into the scene fine.”

    “Promises, promises.”

    On getting a fresh cup of coffee, Caleb released Zoe and motioned for the girls to sit on the couch. Obediently, they did, sitting hip to hip. Getting an order outside of a scene was way more common than it used to be, but still had a bit of an uncertain thrill to it. Zoe and Esmie had both become lifestyle subs when the pandemic lockdowns hit but big changes never materialized. For the most part their polycule still felt most comfortable with dominance and submission within a defined scene.

    “We’ve been doing these get togethers whenever Roman or I are working from home so that you two wouldn’t be lonely during the lockdown.” Caleb said, taking a seat in the plush armchair.

    “We know this. Already we can skip the narration, yes?” Esmie said.

    “You’d better rein that in or I’ll have Zoe spank you.” Caleb said with a chuckle.

    That was a new one! Zoe looked at Esmie with a wild grin. Her enthusiasm for the idea was enough to make Esmie fold her hands contritely in her lap.

    “As I was saying, we’ve been doing this for a while, and it looks like Roman and I will be able to work from home at least three days a week each. We’re also set up on alternating days, so we can make these visits an every-weekday thing.”

    “That’s the surprise?” Zoe asked. “We kind of knew that already. I mean, I’m excited that we’re really doing it but…”

    “That gave us an idea.” Caleb interrupted, then paused to sip his coffee. Zoe appreciated the sexy little power move.

    “I mentioned that it feels kind of like dropping Zoe off at daycare when it’s Roman’s work from home day. Roman thought it would be fun to have it be an actual daycare.”

    “What does this mean?” Esmie frowned.

    Caleb pulled one of the plain brown boxes over and popped the tape on top with sheer strength. Hot. Esmie put her hand on Zoe’s thigh. She was just as wound up as Zoe was. This was going to be a fun day, whatever the surprise!

    Inside the box was another box. Several of them, brightly colored. Caleb popped one of those open and pulled out a folded square of plastic. It didn’t click with Zoe until the pale blue padding was unfolded and laying on the box.

    “Diapers?” Zoe asked. Props to the boys. Diapers were a genuine surprise.

    “Oh, I am not sure about this.” Esmie said. Zoe was interested to see an intense blush spread across her girlfriend’s face.

    “Obviously we’re not going to do any scenes that you don’t agree to.” Caleb said. “Though I hear from Roman that you shouldn’t have a problem with wetting.”

    “Ce bâtard.” Esmie said. “We only did that once. He wasn’t supposed to say.”

    “But you liked it?” Zoe asked, bringing her face close to Esmie’s.

    “It was intense. Very sexy.” Esmie said, wrinkling her nose. “A lot to clean up.”

    “Which is something these will be handy for.” Caleb said. “What about you Zoe? How do you feel?”

    “Um, you’ve made me pee outside when we do pet play. It doesn’t seem much more embarrassing.” Zoe said. Despite her assertion, her stomach was doing little flip-flops. “I’m curious about the diaper though. It’s got little clouds on it. It’s not like a grocery store Depends is it?”

    “That’s right. It’s styled like a baby’s diaper.” Caleb said. “Age-play would be part of the game, though maybe not today.”

    “So, this would be a recurring thing?” Zoe asked.

    “There are two boxes of them, Zoe.” Esmie said. “We cannot possibly make use of them all in one day.”

    Something in Esmie’s expression sounded off. Zoe turned to her girlfriend and stroked her cheek. “Are you okay? Talk to us.”

    “I am nervous.” Esmie said. “I do not like being embarrassed as much as you do, and it seems like a very embarrassing scene.”

    “You know that they would never make us do something we can’t do. Even if they spent money on all this. You can say no.” Zoe said.

    “I know. I trust you.” Esmie waved her hand to include Caleb in that statement. “There are also parts of it that seem as if – very sexy.”

    Esmie’s English falling apart was a pretty clear sign she was really flustered. Zoe leaned in and kissed her tenderly. She drew the embrace out until she could feel the nervous energy drain out of Esmie’s hands.

    “I can go first.” Zoe said. “You can see what you think.”

    “You are so fearless with this.” Esmie said, rubbing her nose against Zoe’s.

    “Haha, only sort of.” Zoe said. Her stomach flip flops hadn’t gone away. If anything, they were worse after seeing Esmie’s reaction.

    “I wish Roman was here to help out.” Caleb said. “We actually were going to take vacation today, but his boss sprung a mandatory meeting on him.”

    “So do you have the day off?” Zoe asked, perking up.

    “Kind of.” Caleb said. “I have a few things to do, but I’ll be working about a half day.”

    “Oh! We’ll get all kinds of attention today, Esmie.”

    “What, I am not enough for you?” Esmie teased.

    “Maybe I want an audience for what I want to do to you.” Zoe said softly. That quip got Esmie’s eyes dilating.

    “I am willing to try this.” Esmie said. “But if Zoe still wants to go first, I would like that.”

    “Thank you, Esmie.” Caleb said. “Keep talking to us. Zoe, you ready?”

    “Yeah!” Zoe hopped up, eyeing the diaper. A goblin grin split her face. “You can put that on me if you can catch me!”

    She made for the hallway, impudently skipping. A glance back showed Caleb popping out of his chair in a rush. Zoe shrieked and ran. Giggling like a mad woman, she considered her options. Blocking with doors was off-limits during a scene and this basically was one. That meant the bedroom would just trap her.

    On the other hand, the rules didn’t say she couldn’t open a door. Out the side door and onto the soft spring grass, Zoe was once again glad for the half-acre they lived on. There was no need to moderate her shrieks when Caleb’s long legs caught him up to her, or her whoop at being thrown over his shoulder.

    Sadly, the house was not built for a Caleb to carry a Zoe. He didn’t have Roman’s muscle and the ceilings were too low. With one arm twisted behind her back, Zoe was marched back into the living room. Esmie looked pretty amused at Zoe’s plight, but she’d also stolen Caleb’s coffee. Zoe giggled and winked at her girlfriend.

    “Esmie, I see you there with my coffee.” Caleb said.

    “Just making sure it doesn’t get knocked over.” Esmie said, taking another sip.

    “Mmm hmm.” Caleb chuckled. “Come over here and strip Zoe from the waist down.”

    “Yes Sir.” Esmie said in acceptance of the scene.

    She knelt in front of Zoe and unbuttoned her jeans, working them down to Zoe’s ankles. Though the pants went down disappointingly fast, Zoe got a lot more little touches and caresses when her panties came down. Esmie was probably trying to minimize the trouble she was in at the start. A smart strategy.

    “Zoe.” Caleb’s voice was commanding and sexy. “Bend over and grab your ankles.”

    Oh boy. She was going to get spanked and have to balance at the same time. Plus having her butt stretched out. Zoe was having regrets that she hadn’t been smart like Esmie. After a big breath to center herself, Zoe shifted her feet apart to shoulder width and bent in two.

    “Esmie, you can kneel next to me. That should keep you out of my coffee.”

    “I had to take a little payment for protecting it.” Esmie said innocently.

    They were both pushing it pretty hard today, Zoe thought while she waited. Two boxes of diapers, plus whatever was in the duffel felt like a big deal. More hardcore than what they’d done before in both kink and duration.

    A hot sting on her ass broke Zoe’s train of thought and nearly her balance. She managed to catch herself and stabilize before the next one landed. It hit the same cheek, almost in the same spot. They were hard hits. Really hard for starting out. A punishment spanking for sure. Zoe took another big breath and braced herself a bit on her knuckles.

    After half a dozen spanks on her right cheek it was a bright stinging pain in Zoe’s awareness. Caleb worked the other cheek just the same, driving involuntary gasps out of her. She was hot between her legs and rapidly getting wet. Punishment spankings were embarrassing enough but having Esmie kneeling just in her vision like a good girl brought the humiliation up a notch.

    “You’re lucky this outfit doesn’t have a belt.” Caleb said. He took a break to gently rub Zoe’s rear.

    “Yes sir.” Zoe panted. “Is my punishment done?”

    “Not yet. Getting lightheaded?” Caleb asked. “I can always lay you down on the couch and get a wooden spoon.”

    “I can take a little more.” Zoe said nervously. She didn’t think she’d been wooden-spoon bad.

    “Good girl.”

    Zoe took ten more spankings on each cheek. Caleb didn’t hold back either. He had to be leaving handprints for sure. Zoe could feel her rear twitching under the dull bar of pain across her butt.

    Having to balance had robbed her of a lot of her concentration and control. She was dripping tears on the carpet and whimpering with every hit. When Caleb stroked her rear again, every touch drew fire across her sensitive cheeks.

    “Are you sorry for making such a selfish fuss at the start of our new scene?” Caleb asked. “Especially when you knew Esmie was nervous about it?”

    Zoe smiled through the tears. Her boy was a smart boy. He always picked up on stuff like her attempt let Esmie sit on the sidelines for a bit.

    “Yes sir. I’m very sorry sir.”

    Caleb helped Zoe stand up. The head rush combined with the endorphins from the spanking drove her up against his chest. Strong, lanky arms wrapped around Zoe while she sniffled into Caleb’s shirt.

    “Come give her a hug.” Caleb said softly.

    Zoe sighed in deep satisfaction when Esmie joined the hug from behind. Eyes closed, arms folded to her chest, she let the affection soak in.

    “You took that very well.” Caleb said. “You’re such a good girl. Don’t you think so, Esmie?”

    “Yes. You are our wonderful, beautiful girl.” Esmie said, nuzzling the back of Zoe’s neck.

    “Ah.” Zoe said softly. There was always a little bit of rough feeling during a spanking. A little spikey bit of emotion that could tangle up everything in her belly if she let it. Being held by her boyfriend and girlfriend smoothed it all out. All that was left was the glow in her chest and across her butt.

    “How are you doing?” Caleb asked. “Need a break?”

    “Mmm, no thank you.” Zoe said from her happy floaty place. “My butt hurts though. Something comfy to wear would be nice.”

    Caleb chuckled. “It just so happens I have some padded underwear I can put you in.”

    Zoe giggled. She always felt a little ditzy during aftercare. She’d known her boyfriends and girlfriend were the ones, when they let her have her silly moment. No teasing about it even, just acceptance.

    Caleb left Zoe in Esmie’s arms and unzipped the duffel. She was still super curious about what was in there, but it was more important to rest her head on her girlfriend’s boobs at the moment. From the way Esmie was craning her neck to see, Zoe could get a report from her later anyway.

    They lowered her onto something ultra-soft. A white blanket with monkeys and lions on it. It crinkled a little from the plastic backing on the other side. The tummy flip-flops came back with a vengeance. She’d never done any kind of real watersports before. The blanket theme was just on the edge of feeling like a tease of her ditzy mood.

    “Is this alright?” Caleb asked, gently stroking her leg.

    Zoe looked up at Esmie. She was nervous too, but the frantic edge was gone. She was pretty turned on too by the nipples poking through her shirt and bra. Way more turned on than she ever got from watching Zoe get spanked. Was Esmie scared that she was going to like it too much? Did she just like seeing Zoe like this?

    Either way, it was embarrassing. Embarrassingly hot. Zoe looked back to Caleb and nodded, lifting her hips. Her butt appreciated the diaper’s soft padding. The lotion that Caleb spread across her cheeks felt even better. He could have spent more time spreading it on her crotch though. A lot more time.

    Apparently going all out, Caleb directed Esmie to sprinkle some baby powder onto Zoe’s hips and crotch. When they patted it into a smooth coat across her – diaper area – she caught herself moaning softly.

    Caleb set the tapes on her diaper quickly and deftly. Zoe wondered where he got the experience. Had he practiced on a mannequin or something? Was he some kind of Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dad?

    Zoe’s attempt to distract herself ended abruptly when Caleb sat her up. “How do you feel?”

    She crinkled when she shifted on the blanket. She crinkled. The padding was soft and snug. It was also absolutely impossible to ignore. Sitting on a changing blanket, in a diaper, with her boyfriend and girlfriend staring at her, Zoe felt very small. Tiny.

    “Uh, this is, new.” She smiled quickly. “Okay though. Hot too. Just, new.”

    “How does she look?” Caleb asked Esmie.

    “Cute.” Esmie said. If anything, she was staring at Zoe more eagerly now. “I hope you have a meeting soon so I can play with her.”

    “Don’t forget that you get one of these too.” Caleb said, though his tone was gentle, making it more of a question than a command.

    “I know.” Esmie said, her blush returning.

    Esmie took Zoe’s place on the blanket. It was Zoe’s turn to sit nearby while Kaleb stripped their girlfriend and spread out a second diaper. She was fascinated to watch the process that she’d only been able to feel before.

    The lotion made Esmie’s soft curves gleam in the early morning light. Zoe got a little carried away with the powder, getting a giggle from Caleb and Esmie when she had to turn away to sneeze. The smell was so soft and childish that Zoe was feeling squirmy all the way down her torso.

    Watching Esmie’s face while Caleb taped up the diaper, Zoe thought she caught a look of concern.

    “Hey Esmie.” She said, crashing into her girlfriend’s train of thought. “I bet you regret that coffee now.”

    Esmie’s eyes widened. “You are a beast. A beast of a girl.”

    Zoe giggled and scooted close to Esmie when she sat up.

    “Everyone okay?” Caleb asked.

    “Yes, I am enjoying.” Esmie said bashfully.

    “What about you?” Zoe asked. “How do you like your – diaper girls?”

    “You’re both gorgeous.”

    The look on Caleb’s face told her he liked them very much indeed. Enough that it was worth the weird feeling from calling herself a diaper girl. Zoe was glad she’d gone to the bathroom after breakfast. Any advanced parts of the scene were a few hours into the future.

    “Now, I actually do have a meeting, but we have a few minutes left to go over rules. Anything you need to say before I do?”

    Both girls shook their heads.

    “Great. The rules will be the same if you’re here at daycare or at Roman’s. On our overlap days, we’ll be at one house or the other, but either way both of us are in charge. No playing us off against each other like parents.”

    Esmie giggled. She actually had managed that in a scene, Zoe remembered. It was also the biggest spanking she’d seen Esmie get.

    “Whoever is hosting the daycare still has to work and we don’t have time to help you with the potty all the time.” Caleb said. “For that reason, and to keep you from having accidents, you’ll be in diapers the whole time that daycare lasts. Little girls may not remove their own diapers, OR a friend’s diaper, understand?”

    Esmie nodded calmly. Why was she so calm about this all of a sudden? Zoe fidgeted and managed a nod. This was already the most embarrassing scene she’d done, and they were still in the rules. Pretending to be a puppy was way easier, somehow.

    “We’re both very glad that you’re big enough girls to know when you need to use the potty to go poo.” Caleb said, ratcheting up the humiliating kiddy talk. “If you need to do that, come get whoever is hosting the daycare and we’ll help you with the potty.”

    This time it was Esmie that was fidgety. Zoe could not figure her girlfriend out. Sure, it was embarrassing to ask, but at least they’d be able to use the toilet in that scenario.

    “If I’m in a meeting you can still come ask, but please say, ‘The neighbor’s dog is in the yard again’, so that we don’t involve my co-workers in the scene.”

    Zoe and Esmie nodded. That was a good one. What a smart, good boy she had. A smart, good boy who was way too good at thinking up embarrassing things with that brain.

    “You can get water, and you should drink plenty.” Caleb said with a mischievous grin. “But no getting food or snacks without permission, or drinks other than water. If you want something, come ask, but not during a meeting.”

    A sexy little squirm and accompanying crinkle from Esmie cued Zoe to look at her girlfriend. The little French tart was really turned on. That would keep the day interesting for sure. Spending the day together had gotten pretty routine lately.

    “That’s all the rules – for now.” Caleb said. “Enough for the first day, I think.”

    Zoe nodded. She was glad they were starting this slowly. Well, relatively slowly. It still felt like a headfirst dive into a new kink.

    “I understand sir.” Zoe said.

    “Oh, that’s the last thing!” Caleb said, cutting Esmie’s acknowledgment off. “This is a daycare. The people in charge are called teachers, and you should address your teacher by their last name.”

    Esmie took in a quick, nervous breath. “Yes Mr. Santiago.”

    “Yes Mr. Santiago.” Zoe echoed, with a lot less reverence than Esmie had.

    “Good girls.” Caleb ruffled both girls’ hair. “You can go play. I need to get into my meeting.”

    Zoe waited until Caleb was in his office before turning to Esmie and asking, “You really had no idea this was coming?”

    “Non.” Esmie said. “Roman hid it all in the storage room and forbid me from going in there.”

    “You’re doing okay?”

    “I am a little uncomfortable.” Esmie said, squirming. The crinkle that now accompanied the familiar sexy motion from her girlfriend was a keeping Zoe off balance.

    “Uncomfortably aroused?” Zoe teased, poking Esmie’s belly.

    “Always you are the savage beast.” Esmie said in mock outrage.

    “I saw your face while I was getting diapered and a couple of other times this morning. You really like this.”

    “Oh, and you are not – in the mood?”

    “I just got a spanking.” Zoe laughed. “I would be either way.”

    “But you also like to be embarrassed.” Esmie said, pushing into Zoe’s space until she had to fall back on the changing blanket. “You are not embarrassed by the diaper?”

    “It’s not that big a deal.” Zoe lied.

    “Oh? Perhaps you are used to it. You have been having accidents at home?” Esmie’s hand patting Zoe’s diaper made a surprisingly loud sound.

    “I have not!” Zoe said, squirming out from under her girlfriend.

    “Is this a lie?” Esmie crawled along, easily keeping up with Zoe’s worm-wiggle across the carpet. “You said you had to pee outside. This is because you couldn’t be trusted inside on the nice carpet.”

    “Shut up.” Zoe blushed. She was trapped against the coffee table too. No more wiggling away.

    “Gladly.” Esmie said, lowering herself onto Zoe for a kiss.

    Zoe closed her eyes and arched her chest into her girlfriend. She let Esmie take the possessive end of the kiss and pin her wrists too while she was at it. Their hips rustled together, as if the feeling of the padding wasn’t reminder enough.

    It was inconveniently hot, Zoe decided. This was dangerous information for her boyfriends to have. Things were about to get a lot more embarrassing around here. Especially since the whole scene was a daycare.

    “You have the pink cheeks.” Esmie said, her lips ghosting just over Zoe’s. “You are so pretty when you are turned on.”

    “I love you, sexy girl.” Zoe said. “Make love to me?”

    “I would like that.” Esmie kissed Zoe on the neck but pulled away into a sitting position.

    Zoe whined. Loudly. Esmie didn’t seem to care how disappointed she was.

    “We have a bit of a challenge.” Esmie said. “We will have to figure out how to do this with our new underwear.”

    “Ugh, it’s simple.” Zoe said, sitting up and leaning into Esmie. “Ca – Mr. Santiago said we couldn’t take them off. He didn’t say I couldn’t put my hand down yours.”

    Esmie’s eyes went wide as Zoe did exactly that. Pressing her chest to her girlfriend, Zoe palmed Esmie’s crotch under the powdered padding of the diaper. There merest touch on Esmie’s folds had the girl shuddering and Zoe’s finger wet.

    “This is a good idea.” Esmie said, already panting.

    It was always a treat to get Esmie this turned on. She became very compliant, would even beg for someone other than the tops. Zoe licked her lips in anticipation.

    “Take off your top.” She whispered. “I want to see your breasts. I want to touch them.”

    With a lusty moan, Esmie stripped off her t-shirt and bra. It was adorable how quickly she complied with the request. Following the cadence of Esmie’s moans, Zoe parted her girlfriend’s folds and drew circles around her clit.

    Esmie was running hotter than even Zoe had imagined. It was no work at all to get her on her back, a constant litany of moans tumbling from her parted lips. Keeping up the slow circles under Esmie’s diaper, Zoe let her hands and occasionally lips wander across the French girl’s gorgeous breasts. The pitch and pace of Esmie’s moans were rising in their familiar pattern. A few more strokes and they would crest into a beautiful almost song-like cry.

    Hot liquid engulfed Zoe’s hand. Her hand at Esmie’s breast froze, only instinct kept her fingers moving on her girlfriend’s clit. Mere seconds after the gush Esmie cried out in shrill passion. Her back arched and her whole body shuddered against Zoe. That had been a big one, as big as they came for Esmie.

    Fitting her body against her girlfriend, Zoe kissed her Esmie’s cheek. “I think you actually squirt…” The words died on her lip when a fresh burst of liquid poured over her hand. It was still going too, not in spurts but in a steady flow.

    “You – is that – you peed on me?” Zoe kept her hand in Esmie’s diaper, unsure of what exactly she would do with her soaked hand if she extracted it.

    Esmie groaned and shuddered against Zoe again. “I’m sorry, I had to badly. J’ai perdu le contrôle.”

    “It’s okay.” Zoe rushed to reassure her. It was okay too. Weird, hot, confusing, unexpected, embarrassing. But overall okay.

    After a bit of hesitation, Zoe extracted her hand. Luckily the changing blanket was still in range. She wiped her hand off on that and snuggled up to Esmie.

    “You are not upset?” Esmie asked.

    “No.” Zoe said, smiling genuinely. “Only surprised.”

    “Oui, that makes sense.” Esmie took a deep breath, shifting her hips.

    “You really went.” Zoe said, looking down at Esmie’s diaper in fascination.

    It was sagging and wrinkled where it had been crisp and smooth before. The plastic was a lot darker in the crotch and across the rear. An exploratory squeeze revealed it to be oddly squishy and got a very cute wiggle out of Esmie.

    “I didn’t expect to do that so soon.” Esmie said. “It will be a while before Mr. Santiago can help me.”

    “We can go tell him about the dog.” Zoe said.

    “That is just for the other thing.” Esmie said.

    “He won’t know that until he’s already stepped out of his meeting.” Zoe said.

    “You can try that when you wet if you choose.” Esmie said. “I do not want to be spanked on a wet butt.”

    “So you’re just going to sit around like a potty-pants.” Zoe teased. She was feeling more and more off balance with the whole thing. It wasn’t even close to the level of needing a safeword, but she was a lot more uncomfortable than she’d expected.

    “You will too.” Esmie smirked. “Or you’ll sit that way with an even more sore bottom.”

    Zoe wrinkled her nose. “I don’t know if I can do it.”

    “Nature will make the decision for you eventually.” Esmie said.

    “Maybe I can hold out until lunch.” Zoe said.

    “I doubt it.” Esmie replied, smirking.

    “Why?” Zoe asked suspiciously.

    “Because unless you drink a big glass of water, I won’t touch you under the diaper.”

    “That’s not fair!”

    “What is unfair is that I am the only potty pants.”

    “Ugh, fine.” Zoe grumped. “But only because I’m really horny today.”

    “I will get it for you.”

    Esmie returned from the kitchen with the biggest water glass in the house, full to the brim. Zoe glared at her girlfriend over the almost-liter of water in her hands.

    “Now you’re the beast.” Zoe accused.

    “Non. I am beauty, you are the beast.”

    The only appropriate response to that was blowing a raspberry at Esmie. Holding eye contact like it was a dare, Zoe steadily gulped away at the water until she had it all down. She gasped, feeling it slosh in her belly.

    “Well done. Now, do you want your reward now, or do you want to wait until you can get your revenge on me?”

    Zoe blushed. “Now please. I don’t need to um, have you participate in that part.”

    Esmie laughed and nuzzled Zoe’s cheek. “Then take your top off my love.”

    Happy for a sexy distraction from the heaviness in her stomach, Zoe stripped off her t-shirt and bra. Since when did they wear such boring outfits for scenes anyway? Since hanging out together during the day had gotten routine, she supposed. The break from the usual was nice, if a little extreme.

    Those thoughts were blown away by Esmie’s lips wandering across her chest. Zoe was glad to not think anything past, ‘nice tongue’ and ‘clever finger’. As well as she knew Esmie’s body, her girlfriend knew her too.

    It was a lot longer road up the ascending moans for Zoe though. For one thing, the diaper pinned Esmie’s arm at a weird angle, keeping her from quite reaching Zoe’s spots the way she usually did. It rustled too. When Esmie straddled her leg, she could feel the squish of Esmie’s accident against her.

    Eventually not even those distractions could overcome the delicate skill of Esmie’s fingers. Zoe felt herself float into a bright, warm sensation that wiped the world away. Panting on the carpet, she gratefully embraced her girlfriend as Esmie extricated her hand from Zoe’s diaper. Naptime overtook them both, Zoe slumbered with Esmie sprawled across her.

    Waking up next to or under Esmie was always amazing. Zoe nuzzled her girlfriend’s neck and smiled softly at the happy noise she got in return. Too soon, the uncomplicated feeling of bliss faded in favor of the sensation that had woken Zoe up.

    She had to go. Really, really had to go. Esmie’s hip resting on Zoe’s diaper was bringing the matter rapidly to a head. Zoe squirmed out from under Esmie to give herself a bit more time for – she wasn’t sure for what.

    “I’m sorry, was that uncomfortable?” Esmie asked.

    “Not you uh, something else.” Zoe said, crossing her legs.

    “Oh, I see.” Esmie grinned, watching Zoe’s face.

    “You don’t have to be so happy about it.” Zoe said.

    “It’s not so bad.” Esmie reached back to gingerly squish her diaper. “Mine feels almost dry right now.”

    “Well, mine isn’t going to be that way for a while.” Zoe whined, pressing on the padding between her legs. It wasn’t helping as much as it did when she merely had panties down there.

    “You might as well let it happen.” Esmie said. “Or you will have a lot of discomfort for nothing.”

    “It’s not for nothing!” Zoe protested.

    “What is it for then?”

    “Because – because – I don’t want to.” Zoe gritted her teeth.

    “It’s just a little accident.” Esmie said. “It happens all the time at the daycare.”

    “It’s only happened once, to you-oh-oh-oh!” Zoe flushed scarlet.

    Her control broke completely – there was no regaining it. She was wetting. Completely soaking herself in front of her girlfriend. The embarrassment was intense it felt like a flame. There was so much of it too. Zoe had heard in a human sexuality class that a human bladder could hold two cups of liquid. That was a lot of pee to have sloshing around your crotch and butt.

    “There you go, it feels better, yes?” Esmie rested her hand on Zoe’s padded crotch.

    “Sort of.” Zoe whined. Her bladder felt a lot better, obviously. The rest had to be seen.

    “You are alright?” Esmie asked, kissing Zoe’s hot cheek.

    “I will be.” Zoe nuzzled back fiercely.

    “You need the distraction.” Esmie said. “Let’s get some new clothes and watch something on YouTube.”

    Zoe rolled onto her side and groaned. “Wait, I can’t really walk like this. It’s all – sloshy.”

    “You could always crawl.” Esmie said, in an amused tone.

    “You’re horrible.”

    “Come on, I will crawl with you.” Esmie said, a little too eagerly.

    Zoe hesitated, but she didn’t have it in her to be a sourpuss. Crawling made things a little more manageable. The sway of Esmie’s hips was still sexy, despite the diaper. Though it was best not to dwell on that too much. Thinking about how Esmie looked made her think about how she looked, diaper sagging down between her legs.

    With a grunt, Zoe crawled faster, catching up to Esmie at the bedroom door.

    “What can we even wear over these?” Zoe asked.

    “Skirts would be easy.” Esmie said. “Leggings would fit over too.”

    “You can do leggings if you want.” Zoe said, wrinkling her nose. “I don’t want to get that squishy.”

    “A skirt will make you easier to change later too.” Esmie said with a wink.

    Saggy diaper or not, Zoe stood up so she could grab a pillow off the bed to throw at her girlfriend. The brief struggle that ensued left them panting on the floor. Zoe winced at the damp feeling on her thighs.

    “I leaked.” She complained.

    “You will have to be bathed.” Esmie said with a smirk. “Mr. Santiago will charge extra.”

    “Ugh, you’re having way too much fun with this.”

    “When in Paris, my love.”

    “It’s ‘when in Rome’.”

    “Non. Paris is the better city.”

    “You’re not even from Paris.”

    “True, but I have been there many times.”

    Zoe forced herself up and put on a flowy tie-dye skirt. A simple cream-colored blouse went on top. It didn’t seem worth it to bother with a bra if they were going to be frisky all day.

    Esmie meanwhile took a pair of leggings from her side of the closet. They did nothing to hide the diaper, but they did seem to contain it. She put a waist-tied shirt on over, eschewing a bra as well.

    “Come snuggle with me and watch videos?” Esmie asked, offering her hand.

    “It’d be more fun if we could get sodas from the fridge.” Zoe nevertheless took her girlfriend’s hand.

    “You are so eager to wet again?” Esmie teased. “I thought I was the one enjoying myself too much.”

    “Why is everyone teasing me so much today?” Zoe asked good naturedly.

    “Usually, you are the teasing brat.” Esmie said. “We are enjoying the variety.”

    “Yeah, lots of variety today.” Zoe said ruefully. “Do you think the boys will really stick with this for a while?”

    “I guess we’ll have to see how they handle dealing with the diapers.” Esmie said. “It might be easier to say than do.”

    “Hah, yeah, I can’t wait to see Caleb’s face.”

    “Mr. Santiago?” Esmie asked cheekily.

    “Not when he’s not here to make me say it.”

    Zoe cuddled up to Esmie on the couch while her girlfriend pulled up YouTube on the TV. Maybe the all-powerful algorithm could distract her from the way her butt squished on the couch.

  • Polycule Daycare: Chapter 2

    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.

  • Polycule Daycare: Chapter 3

    “You’re dressing me like a kid before we even get to daycare?” Zoe asked.

    “Do you see a lot of kids showing up at daycare in adult clothes?” Caleb asked with a smirk.

    He finished laying out Zoe’s outfit, a sleeveless vest-style blouse and plaid shorts. They were both cut to be bulky and childish on an adult frame. Velcro shoes and pink kitty socks to match the pink blouse apparently completed the outfit. There was no underwear being offered, though that wasn’t so unusual for a fetish outfit.

    No underwear, but the next thing Caleb reached for was a diaper. Zoe squirmed.

    “You’re putting me in a diaper too?”

    “Mr. Zabolotski would just have to change you first thing anyway if I put panties on you.” Caleb said. “It’s polite to make sure my little girl is properly dressed for daycare.”

    “Is this going to become an all the time thing?” Zoe asked. “Is this ending with me in diapers twenty-four-seven?”

    “How would that make you feel?” Caleb asked.

    “I’m your sub.” Zoe said. “I’ll do what you tell me to do.”

    “Zoe, don’t hide behind that.” Caleb said, backing her up against the bedroom wall. “I asked you how you felt about it, not if you’re my sub.”

    Zoe took a moment to enjoy Caleb’s closeness, the smell of him, and how he was controlling the space. Being diapered all the time would mean bringing kink into daily life. Even if there were exceptions for family holidays and events requiring specific clothes, which would still mean being diapered at the grocery store, the movies, out for a walk, at a non-kinky friend’s house, and so on.

    If there weren’t any exceptions, then it meant changing how she behaved around some kinds of people so that they weren’t exposed to the kink. It would mean a change, however slight, in the whole arc of her social life.

    Her nipples crinkled under her nightshirt. That was, obviously, what being lifestyle meant. It’d be the same with diapers as with a chastity belt, or a permanent collar, or a tattoo or something. Except that a diaper was a lot more embarrassing than most of that stuff if discovered, and way more obvious than a tattoo.

    To keep people from realizing that it was a kink thing, they might even have to tell some people that she was incontinent. Zoe blushed at the thought. Technically she would be incontinent, if she wore diapers all the time and used them. Sure, it didn’t meet the medical definition, but practically it would be the same.

    “You okay? Still processing?” Caleb asked, stroking Zoe’s neck.

    “It’s big.” Zoe said. She grabbed his shirt and made fists in the smooth synthetic material. “I need you to tell me what’s sexy about me when I’m like that.”

    “You’re worried that I won’t think you’re sexy if you’re diapered all the time?” Caleb asked. “Is that why you’re asking?”

    “Yes.” Zoe said. “The game is about being a kid, but if it was all the time I might feel more like an old lady, ready for the nursing home.”

    “You’re going to be so sexy to me when we’re old.” Caleb said, kissing Zoe and pressing her against the wall. “By that time, we’ll have done some of everything, and we’ll play our greatest hits together.”

    Zoe licked her lips, nodding. She was still worried. Masking nothing, she made sure Caleb could see her emotion on her face.

    “Let’s assume for a moment that we did go full time with the diapers. Though for the record, that isn’t on the table enough to even to negotiate it with you girls yet. If we did, it wouldn’t just be the diapers.” Caleb said. “It’d be full time submission too, but in the context of age regression. You’d be giving power up to Roman and I in terms of being treated like a child.”

    “I don’t know what that looks like.” Zoe said.

    “It looks like deciding what you eat, when you go to bed, and what activities you do.” Caleb said. “It looks like being reminded to be safe crossing the street, correcting your behavior, and making sure that you’re well cared for in all situations.”

    One of the things that had stopped them from going lifestyle was Zoe’s dislike of degradation. Humiliation was great, humiliation was sexy. She didn’t want to be told that she was bad, or disgusting, or worthless. She and Caleb had tried that exactly once, after watching a hot video, and Zoe had red-lighted immediately.

    This seemed like it would be the opposite of that. Of course, there would be some punishment and scolding, but it would be because of a rule she broke. It wouldn’t be for anything internal to her. It would be that she was a good girl who was behaving badly, not a girl who was bad.

    Zoe took a deep breath. It was starting to make more sense that the boys had picked this game. She released Caleb’s shirt and smoothed it out, hoping she hadn’t wrinkled it too much for his day at the office. Up on her toes, she kissed him fiercely, giving him a kiss to keep him warm at least until lunchtime.

    “Should I call you daddy instead of Mr. Santiago?” Zoe asked.

    “Is that an endorsement of going forward with our game?” Caleb asked.

    “Yes daddy.” Zoe said.

    Caleb grinned. “Then yes, pending a discussion with Esmie and Roman to make sure they’re comfortable.”

    Zoe nodded. That almost went without saying. She liked that they said it anyway.

    “Okay, I’m gonna go get more coffee.” Zoe said, slipping out from between Caleb and the wall.

    “Oh, okay. We have to leave soon though.” Caleb said, confused.

    “Okay daddy.” Zoe said, unconcerned.

    She made it as far as the kitchen before Caleb caught up to her and grabbed her arm.

    “Zoe, what are you doing? We’re leaving in ten minutes.” Caleb was frowning.

    It took a lot of effort, but Zoe managed to conceal her smile. “I know daddy, you just told me.”

    “So we have to get you dressed.” Caleb said, his frown deepening.

    Not wanting to actually upset him, Zoe laid on the little girl voice as thick as she could. “Right now, daddy?”

    Watching the spark of realization in his eyes was amazing. In an instant Caleb went from real frustration, to surprise, and ended in excitement. There was some horny mixed in there too at the end.

    “Yes, right now young lady.” Caleb said, a smile spoiling his serious expression. “I need you out of that nightshirt and into your daycare outfit.”

    “Okay, okay!” Zoe shucked the nightshirt and let it drift to the floor as she walked back to the bedroom.

    “Did you…” Caleb made an amused, frustrated noise and joined Zoe in the bedroom, with her nightshirt in hand.

    “Next time put your nightshirt in the laundry hamper.” Caleb said.

    “Oh, okay daddy.” Zoe said cheekily.

    “You’re lucky there isn’t time to spank you.” Caleb said, guiding Zoe down on the bed and her diaper.

    “Why are you so mad?” Zoe pouted cutely. “I’m doing what you say.”

    “Uh huh.” Caleb chuckled, hurriedly taping Zoe’s diaper up. “Alright, let’s get you dressed.”

    Zoe nodded, laying idly on the bed.

    “Well?” Caleb asked.

    “I’m ready for you to dress me, daddy.” Zoe said, as if she were confused.

    Caleb laughed again. Zoe relented a little and sat up, helping him get her into the kiddie clothes. Getting her socks and especially shoes put on by Caleb reinforced the childishness she’d been playing at. It gave her a pang of vulnerability. When she stood up, she took Caleb’s hand nervously.

    “Something the matter, hon?” Caleb asked.

    “I’ve never been to this daycare before.” Zoe said.

    “Esmie will be there, and you know Mr. Mr. Zabolotski.”

    “I know but, you won’t just drop me off, right? Can you come in?”

    “This time I will, but for us to have time for that, you need to get to the car right now.”

    “Okay!”

    Zoe scurried to the car and hopped into the passenger seat. She briefly considered sitting in the back seat, but it didn’t seem necessary to ramp the game up that much. Things already felt a little off kilter from how hard she’d leaned into it so far.

    Roman and Esmie’s house was at the end of a wooded drive. They had more property than Caleb and Zoe did, but it was all trees and wild. The only manicured part of it was a little postage-stamp of a lawn in front of the house, and an equally small garden in the back.

    She entered with Caleb’s hand in hers, gasping a little at the transformed living room. Gone was the live-edge coffee table. In its place was a rubber mat of primary colored puzzle-pieces. Two bookshelves had been moved out of a corner. Now that space was fenced off with a childish plastic fence, just as brightly colored as the mat. Inside the fence were thickly-laid-down blankets and a pair of pillows.

    Esmie was transformed too, wearing an outrageously poofy pink dress with a lot of ruffles and lace. Everybody was ramping the game up today, it seemed. Zoe hugged her friend nervously.

    “Zoe, you look so darling! And you have shoes this time.” Esmie said.

    “You look lacy.” Zoe said. “I guess everything is set up.”

    “Do you like it? Is it good?” Esmie asked.

    “Yeah, I think so.” Zoe replied.

    The boys were in the middle of a long, tender kiss. Zoe beamed at them, glad for the reminder of why they did all this crazy stuff for each other.

    “I’m really looking forward to getting to see you all day Friday.” Caleb said.

    “Me as well.” Roman said, pulling Caleb into a tight hug. “Do you have any time to stay for coffee?”

    “Not after getting this one ready.” Caleb said, jerking a thumb at Zoe.

    “I heard she had some behavior issues.” Roman said, stepping over to Zoe. “You’re going to be a good girl at this daycare though, aren’t you Zoe?”

    “I’ll try, Mr. Zabolotski.” Zoe said.

    “Good luck.” Caleb said. “I’m out. See you tonight Roman. See you girls then too.”

    Caleb gave Zoe and Esmie a kiss and got pulled back in for another kiss with Roman. Grinning like the big cutie he was, Caleb was off to work.

    “Welcome Zoe.” Roman said. “For the most part the rules are the same as at Mr. Santiago’s. I’ll let you know anything else as it comes up. For instance, when you come in you take your shoes off and put them in this cubby here. You can put your backpack in the one just above it.”

    Zoe didn’t feel like pretending she couldn’t manage shoes with Roman. With her stuff put away, she wandered onto the rubber mat. It seemed squishy and comfortable enough under her feet, but she wasn’t sure about it for sitting on long-term.

    “Can we go to the TV room?” Zoe asked.

    “No, that’s not part of the daycare. You need to stay in this room unless I take you somewhere else.” Roman said.

    Zoe pouted. She had liked spending her mornings watching shows. Sadly, neither Roman nor Esmie made anything of her pout.

    “I have some work to do, but I’ll be right here in the dining room.” Roman said. “Before I do that, let’s get you girls set up with your first activity.”

    Zoe watched curiously as Roman brought out a pair of clear glass soup-bowls. They were followed by some toy fish, frogs, and insects in a bag, as well as a bag of marbles. Nearly all the marbles were blue, though there were some green ones as well. Finally, Roman put a pile of small river-rocks on the rubber mat with the rest of the things.

    “You’re making ponds.” He said. “You can put them together any way you want, there are lots of blue marbles to make the water. Let me know if you need any help.”

    Zoe giggled. She looked over at Esmie. Her girlfriend seemed super into it; she was apparently quite excited. Plopping down on the rubber mat, Zoe made a face at the still-unfamiliar feeling of the diaper under her shorts.

    “I have a question.” Zoe said. When Roman nodded, she asked, “I was calling Mr. Santiago daddy this morning. Is that okay? Does Esmie call you daddy?”

    Roman and Esmie looked at each other. Esmie blushed. Really blushed. That was very interesting. Zoe leaned forward to watch them eagerly.

    “Tout ce que tu veux, papa.” Esmie mumbled in French.

    “Esmie will call me daddy. Or papa if she wishes.” Roman said, putting a hand on the back of Esmie’s neck.

    Shuddering, Esmie kneeled down and leaned hard against Roman. He didn’t budge, of course. You had to be careful crashing into Roman excitedly, it could be like bouncing off a wall.

    “Papa, do we have the snacks please?” Esmie asked.

    “Just juice for now, you girls had breakfast already.” He said, bringing them each a sippy cup from the kitchen.

    Sipping what tasted like cran-raspberry juice, Zoe looked Esmie over to see if she was okay. Her blush hadn’t faded, and she seemed pretty withdrawn. Feeling that the mood needed a switch toward the mischievous, Zoe grabbed a handful of marbles and dropped them into her bowl from a height.

    The sound was horrible, even for Zoe. She cackled anyway, especially at when Roman cursed from his seat at the dining table.

    “Zoe!” Roman said. “Please put the marbles gently in the bowl.”

    “Okay.” Zoe said innocently. “I didn’t know.”

    Esmie giggled. She crawled over to Zoe and leaned against her. “I am happy that you are here with me, for this.”

    “I told you I’d watch out for you.” Zoe said, kissing Esmie’s head. Looking down, she spotted a pacifier clipped to Esmie’s dress on a ribbon.

    “You are a good girlfriend.” Esmie said. “What kind of pond will you make?”

    “Chaotic!” Zoe said with gusto.

    Esmie laughed again. “Then mine will be very pretty and orderly.”

    Boring! Zoe kept herself from verbalizing that thought just in time. Esmie was already engrossed in making her pool. It was fascinating to watch her pick marbles one by one and lay them carefully together. Scorning the activity was going to bounce Esmie out of the game. Even worse, it might hurt her feelings.

    Zoe eyed her bowl. She just wasn’t feeling it. Sure, it was embarrassing, but just a little. Roman had work to do, and with Esmie so into the game, there wasn’t any point in Zoe getting herself all worked up. Taking handfuls of marbles at a time, she made a mishmash of green and blue in her bowl and then poked a few fish down into the middle.

    With ‘chaotic art project’ checked off, Zoe looked around to see what else she could do. There wasn’t much. It was really dumb that the TV room wasn’t part of the scene. With a sigh, she got up and retrieved her phone from her backpack. Nobody noticed, which was fine. She wasn’t wanting to take down anyone else’s enjoyment, she was just bored.

    Luckily the internet was tailor made to distract people from their boredom. For Zoe at least, it never cured boredom, but it could sure make her forget for a while. Fanfiction was the drug of choice this time. You’d never guess Stargate: Atlantis for having good poly fanfic, but Archive of our Own was there to correct that assumption.

    Zoe was a couple of chapters into the story, salivating in anticipation of another stranded earther getting added to the ever-expanding polycule, when her phone was yanked right out of her hands. She looked up with an indignant gasp, following it with a contrite blush at Roman’s stern expression.

    “Little girl, that’s not the activity right now. I’m confiscating your phone.” Roman said.

    “What if I need to contact Caleb – uh, Daddy.” Zoe asked.

    “I’ll let him know that I have you phone and that he can text me if he needs to get something to you.” Roman said.

    Zoe squirmed. Now she was going to get it from Caleb too. Esmie was watching as well, meaning the whole polycule knew about her transgression. A little heat kindled between her legs to match her hot cheeks.

    “I was in the middle of a story chapter. Let me finish that at least.” Zoe said plaintively. She hated being stuck in the middle of a story.

    “No. You were supposed to be building your pond. But what it looks like you did is just pour marbles into the bowl.”

    “That’s my artistic vision!” Zoe said defiantly.

    “Is it?” Roman asked, severely. “Be honest with me, and Esmie too. She worked really hard on her pond.”

    Zoe whimpered. Pouring a bunch of marbles into the pond was a little like telling Esmie that the pond thing was dumb. Her girlfriend looked a bit downcast as she looked at the mishmash in Zoe’s bowl. Roman was going to force her to admit that she’d made fun of the activity. The worst part was, he was right. Their polycule had an ironclad rule about being honest when feelings were hurt.

    “No.” Zoe sighed. “I’m sorry. I didn’t do it right.”

    “Esmie was telling me that you were like a bigger kid for her yesterday.” Roman said. He looked at Esmie and got a nod in return. “But I don’t think that’s true. I think you’re a much littler girl than Esmie is.”

    “Huh?” Zoe said, mystified. “No, it was a whole thing about…”

    “I don’t think the problem was that you didn’t want to make a pond.” Roman said, interrupting. “I think you weren’t able to do it.”

    “What?!” Zoe protested. This was an out for having hurt Esmie’s feelings, but it was a really humiliating out. She’d been spanked in front of a crowd at a BDSM event, but no one had ever accused her of being incapable of doing preschool activities before.

    “That’s okay, little girl, we teachers are trained to take care of all kinds of kids, even tiny infants.” Roman said, stroking Zoe’s hair.

    “No, wait, I’m not an infant.” Zoe said, squirming. That was too much, wasn’t it?

    “Esmie.” Roman said, ignoring Zoe’s protests. “Very little girls like Zoe need a lot of care. Are you able to help out a little? You can just alert me if she needs something.”

    Esmie giggled. “Yes Daddy. I can help watch her.”

    “What a good, big girl you are. You’ll make a good babysitter when you’re grown up.” Roman said, giving Esmie a quick kiss.

    “Rom – er, Mr. Zabolotski, what exactly are you plan…” Zoe found herself cut off by a pacifier pressed into her mouth.

    The scene was rapidly getting out of control. Out of control hot. Roman had always had a casual way of shutting her down that lit her sex on fire. Caleb knew more of her buttons more intimately, but Roman had him beat on the casual Dom energy.

    In no time at all, Zoe was stripped of her shorts and shirt. In their place she got a thin one-piece pajama, which had snaps across the crotch and all the way down the legs. As if that wasn’t enough, Roman put gloves on her, with heavy padding on the palm and at the base of each finger.

    Finally, he held up a bottle of throat spray. It was the same stuff that Caleb used during their puppy play to numb her tongue. Zoe quivered and hesitated, feeling a rumble in her belly. She trusted both of them, of course. She’d put her life in Esmie or Roman’s hands any day.

    Not being able to communicate clearly during a new game was scary though. Things could fall apart. Roman wasn’t going to be able to watch her all the time, which is why he was deputizing Esmie. But if her girlfriend got too far into the game, would Zoe still be able to express herself?

    On the other hand, she’d done scary stuff with Roman before. The first time he’d saran-wrapped her had been terrifying, but the orgasm she’d had was still seared into her memory. With a deep breath, she reached up to take the pacifier out of her mouth.

    It immediately fell out of her clumsy fingers. Zoe blushed, but obediently opened her mouth. Roman sprayed her tongue several times, getting some on her lips as well. She could feel the numbness spreading over her mouth.

    One thing for certain, she wasn’t worried about that fanfic anymore. Her nipples were quite obvious through the thin pajama. She was hoping for all she was worth that Roman or Esmie would take notice of them and do something. Anything, at this point.

    Roman put a set of pet-talking-buttons on the floor. They were attached to a bright pink foam mat. It looked like the standard Red, Yellow, Green set. At Roman’s urging, Zoe pushed each button verifying them.

    Then she looked at Esmie and Roman, before pushing the button that said, “Green.”

    “Good baby.” Roman said indulgently. “If you need something that there isn’t a button for, just make happy or sad noises and we’ll figure it out.”

    “Muah!” Zoe said.

    That was a humiliation that went way past a simple face blush. Especially with it applied to being a baby instead of a pet. She was apparently supposed to cry instead of making cute barks? Not that she was going to have much to cry about. Except when she had to wet herself, Zoe realized. Roman knew it too, of course. It was a little easier to anticipate these things when you got to plan them.

    The idea of crying because her diaper was wet, was mind-numbingly embarrassing. Zoe deeply regretted telling Esmie that she was going to get used to wetting, that it wouldn’t embarrass her after a while. No amount of time could possibly make crying in a soiled diaper anything but shameful.

    “Remember Esmie, I’m counting on you to tell me if baby Zoe needs something that you can’t help her with.” Roman said.

    “I will, Daddy!” Esmie said.

    Roman slid a plastic tote out and opened it, revealing a variety of wooden blocks. Some were solid colors, some had letters or simple images on them. In terms of variety, it looked like all they had was big cube, little cube, and rectangular block.

    “You girls play with your blocks for a bit. I want you to both build a building of some kind, okay?” Roman said. The last thing he did was refill both sippy cups with water.

    Zoe contemplated the blocks. As much as she tried, she couldn’t get her hands to grasp properly. Experimentation revealed that she could put blocks on the rubber mat just fine, but not quite in a straight line. Stacking blocks was a genuine challenge.

    She made it as far as a third row of blocks, before misjudging the spring-back on the padding around her fingers. The most recent block fell out of her hands and shattered her unstable wall. Zoe pouted, bouncing impatiently on the mat. The crinkling sound her diaper made didn’t help the mood.

    “Are you having trouble? Would you like some help, Zoe?” Esmie asked.

    “Yaath.” Zoe said. She could just hear Roman patronizingly telling her it was okay that she hadn’t been able to build anything.

    Esmie came around behind Zoe and sat up against her from behind. Zoe felt Esmie’s hand on her belly through the pjs, tantalizingly under her breasts.

    “Pick up a block!” Esmie commanded.

    Zoe grabbed a green block. Picking them up was easy. Esmie put a hand on Zoe’s and helped guide the block to her small wall. With Esmie stabilizing the block as it was released, they got it much closer to a clean line.

    “Good job!” Esmie enthused. She sounded genuinely proud of Zoe.

    After a dozen or so block placements, with Esmie pressed up against her and praising her, Zoe’s diaper was wet. It was from pure desire though, no other bodily function needed. There was a haze in her brain from the hormones. More than that, the mind-numbing task of placing children’s blocks was keeping Zoe strongly in the game’s mindset. She felt sillier and less in control of her emotions as they continued to play.

    When she reached for her sippy cup and knocked it over, Zoe let out a distressed cry without thinking about it. Luckily the cup didn’t spill much. Esmie reached out to help her, but Zoe grabbed for the cup in frustration.

    Her mouth was drier than she’d expected, or perhaps noticed since she was numb. The cool water felt amazing going down her throat. A few moments later her damp pajama top let her know that she hadn’t managed to keep it all in her mouth.

    A wave of unexpected silliness washed over Zoe. She tipped the cup back for more water, giggling as drops hit her top again. Esmie giggled too, hugging Zoe from behind.

    “Maybe we should use the baby bottle instead of the cup.” Esmie said.

    “Bah!” Zoe declared, tossing her cup disdainfully.

    The cup crashed through her makeshift wall, scattering the blocks. It had been a lot of work to get those all together. Frustration welled up in Zoe as fast as the silliness had. Faced with emotional instability, the likes of which she hadn’t felt since puberty, Zoe cried again.

    “Don’t cry little Zee.” Esmie said. “I’ll help you put them back.”

    Zoe pouted and crossed her arms over her chest. Making the block house together was way too slow. She just didn’t have the energy to do it again.

    “Blah!” She said to Esmie.

    “It’s okay, let me show you.” Esmie said. She put together three blocks in a line and lifted a fourth one. “Where does this one go?”

    Reluctantly, Zoe pointed at the spot she wanted the block. Esmie set it precisely into place.

    “Blah!” Zoe said, pointing at a red block and then a spot along the wall.

    “I’m only helping.” Esmie said. “You have to move them too.”

    “Blah!” Zoe said, in a whimpering tone.

    Esmie chuckled and sighed. “Very well. Here?”

    Zoe nodded her acceptance. Again, Esmie placed the block. It wouldn’t have impressed Zoe an hour ago, but at the moment it felt like magic. In just a few minutes they had a little block house built. Esmie returned to her own blocks. Zoe scooted after her girlfriend on her butt, trying to keep her legs pressed closed against the pressure that was building in her bladder.

    “Are you going to help me with my house?” Esmie asked.

    Zoe studied Esmie’s half-built house and selected a nice red block to go with the brown ones.

    “Weh!” Zoe declared, holding the block out to Esmie.

    Esmie smiled and placed the block. “Can you find me another good one?”

    Pleased to have a way to help her girlfriend, Zoe picked up another block and offered it. Esmie’s house took a bit longer to construct than Zoe’s had. It was important to Zoe that she pick out nice colors that she knew Esmie would like. She had to dig through the bin a couple of times to find the right roof pieces.

    “You two are playing so nicely together now.” Roman said, squatting down next to them. “That’s more like my good girls.”

    “Papa, Zoe has trouble with the water glass.” Esmie said, deftly sipping from her cup.

    “Wah, Wah!” Zoe said, reinforcing Esmie’s statement. She was pretty thirsty. Not to the point of crying about it, but water sounded really good.

    “Of course, I’ll get a bottle.” Roman said.

    He was back from the kitchen in moments. Zoe found herself tipped back on his lap and cradled in his beefy arm. If she just concentrated on pressing her mouth closed over the bottle, she seemed to be able to get the liquid down okay. Even so, it was hard to tell exactly when to swallow with a numbed mouth. It took a couple of times of coughing up water, with Roman patting her back, before she mastered it.

    “Do you want to try giving her the bottle?” Roman asked Esmie. “I think our little baby has the hang of drinking now.”

    Being able to drink from a bottle was something she was getting praised for now, Zoe thought, blushing again. It had been fine doing blocks with Esmie. She’d been really into the game, then. Now, with her boyfriend and girlfriend gathered around her, praising her for sucking on a nipple, she was embarrassed again.

    The whole situation was deeply uncomfortable. Not bad but spinning way outside Zoe’s comfort zone. Her increasing need to pee wasn’t helping either. Once she realized that crying was the only way to communicate that she needed a change, she’d hoped to avoid wetting until the throat spray wore off.

    It was going to be at least another hour before she could talk properly. Zoe knew she couldn’t hold out that long. At the same time, she couldn’t bring herself to just wet. That would put her in exactly the situation she was dreading. The more she thought about it, the more acute the pressure felt. She was squirming so much in Roman’s arms that Esmie couldn’t keep the bottle in Zoe’s mouth.

    “Let’s take a break on the water for a moment.” Roman said to Esmie.

    She pulled the bottle away and stroked Zoe’s leg. Roman looked down at Zoe and gently patted her cheek.

    “Do you need something Zoe?”

    “Eeeh!” Zoe said in distress. Of course, neither of them had any idea what she was trying to say. Zoe patted her crotch, though that put her dangerously close to losing control.

    “Oh, are you wet?” Roman asked.

    “Oh! Eh!” Zoe said. She wasn’t making any sense, and she knew it, but she was too wound up to stay quiet.

    Roman wasn’t trying to figure out her noises anyway, he was unsnapping her pajamas. Again, Zoe almost lost control, when Roman slipped a pair of fingers under the leg-band of her diaper.

    “No, you’re nice and dry.” Roman said, then chuckled. “Are you just horny?”

    “Lah!” Zoe cried out.

    Of course she was horny! Zoe wasn’t sure she’d ever been so embarrassed. It was insanely hot. Or it would be, if she didn’t have to worry about her bladder every instant.

    “I think we can both help you with that.” Roman said in a husky tone.

    His hand found one of her breasts, while Esmie found the other. They both pinched her nipples at the same time. Zoe arched her back, finally getting the sensation she’d been hoping for since being babified.

    All it took was that one moment of concentrating on the pleasure, and Zoe’s bladder let loose. She flooded her diaper so fast that she was surprised she couldn’t hear it over her moans. The padding was overwhelmed. It was absorbing her accident fast, but not as fast as the wet was coming. Her crotch and butt were swimming in pee. Zoe could feel it leaking in little drips out the leg bands.

    The frustration, shame, and desire all came together in a headache-inducing knot. Zoe wailed. The emotional roller coaster she’d been on went off its tracks. She was genuinely, really upset. Big sobs wracked her, and tears poured across her cheeks.

    Roman and Esmie soothing her did nothing for her crying. Her sobs were as much as release for her heart as the accident had been for her bladder. They found the accident right away, of course, and moved Zoe to a changing blanket.

    It was official, she’d wet herself and cried until someone came to change her. Zoe wailed anew, clinging to Esmie who was petting her hair. Roman got her diaper off and was stroking her belly gently. Little by little, Zoe felt the crushing sadness recede.

    She was merely hiccupping when Roman cleaned her up. Those had cleared by the time he had her diapered again. By then she felt good enough to cuddle up to Esmie. The two of them put her pajamas back together and came together close.

    Sandwiched between her girlfriend and boyfriend, Zoe breathed a sigh of relief. The feeling of caring was downright intoxicating. She’d been wrecked and sobbing. Then, two of the people she loved most in all the world had fixed it for her.

    Zoe had expected aftercare. Roman and Esmie might have thought that was what they were doing. It wasn’t what Zoe experienced though. Her mind was happily numb.

    She snuggled until she felt too warm, then wiggled her way out and pounced Roman. He grinned and held her tightly. Zoe was showered by kisses both sexy and loving. Giggling, she transferred those kisses to Esmie, who was very happy to get them.

    For a good half hour, she was fascinated by the brightly colored blocks, playing with them with Esmie. They built dozens of little towers that they knocked down, if they weren’t unstable enough to fall on their own. The two of them giggled and played in as pure a feeling as Zoe had felt in a long time.

    Lunchtime was enough of a break from playing, to bring Zoe to the surface of the mindset she’d been underneath. Her tongue was regaining its feeling too. Esmie had a plate of cut up sandwich bits, orange slices, and some chips. Roman was approaching Zoe with a bottle.

    It was a good precaution in case she was still numb in the mouth, Zoe knew. At the moment, she didn’t care about that. She was deeply jealous of Esmie’s lunch.

    “No!” Zoe declared. “Andwish! Ooran. Chiish!”

    Roman laughed. “I don’t know if you can handle all that right now. How about this? If you can say please really well, then I’ll know your mouth is back to normal enough.”

    “Pleath!” Zoe said. In frustration, she tried again. “Ease! Plee! Peas! Please! Please! PLEASE!”

    Giggling like a maniac, Zoe bounced up and down on her butt, overjoyed at managing the word with a still-tingly tongue.

    “Good girl!” Roman said.

    It took a few minutes, but Zoe got a plate just like Esmie’s. They both watched her closely to make sure she didn’t choke. They were also watching for ammunition to make fun of her later, she thought ruefully. She had to sort of mash the sandwich bits into her mouth. She was sure she was chewing with her mouth partially open.

    It didn’t matter though. Zoe was still riding the emotional high from having her lovers bring her from crying tantrum to giddy happiness. For the first time since Roman had showed up with the boxes of diapers, Zoe was one hundred percent behind their new game.

  • Polycule Daycare: Chapter 4

    After lunch, Zoe looked like she was ready for the naptime that Roman announced. Esmie was less excited about it. Still, she dutifully crawled onto the blankets on the fenced area of the living room when asked. Zoe was already burrowed under the covers when Roman put a stuffed bear next to her. She nodded her thanks in a sleepy tone.

    Esmie was surprised to see Roman giving her an expectant look. He had something behind his back. She was feeling the mindset of the game but wasn’t so far gone that she couldn’t guess that he was holding a second bear.

    “I have a present for you.” Roman said, with a confusing amount of anticipatory excitement.

    “Thank you, Papa.” Esmie said neutrally. She’d never been good at faking enthusiasm and was lucky in Roman that he didn’t expect it of her.

    “Here you go.” Roman handed her a paper gift bag. He was still really excited.

    Curious now, Esmie opened the bag and looked inside. She nearly dropped it, putting a hand to her mouth to cover a gasp. Inside was her old stuffed rabbit! No, it wasn’t quite, but it could have been her sister. It was brand new, for one thing. It had the same rustic European style of an adorably proper rabbit girl that her stuffed animal had had, however. From the delicately sewn ears, to the minimalist face, to the little checked dress sewn on, she was almost the same.

    “C’est exactement comme mon vieux lapine, Sophie! Où l’as tu trouvé?” Esmie asked, completely forgetting English for a moment.

    “I had it made from how you described your old bunny.” Roman said, grinning from ear to ear. “I see that she’s a hit.”

    “I love her!” Esmie said, pulling the rabbit out and holding her close. “It is like Sophie has come back to me.”

    Roman patted Esmie on the head. It solidified the swirling feelings in her heart to comfort and smallness. She looked up at him in rapt adoration, sighing happily.

    “What are you going to call her?” Roman asked.

    “Papa,” Esmie said very seriously. “This is Sophie. Sophie, say hi to Papa.” She helped Sophie wave her simple tube-shaped arm at Roman.

    “Good to meet you, Sophie.” Roman said. “I have some meetings and work that needs to be concentrated on, will you be alright during your nap?”

    Esmie nodded, squishing her slightly damp diaper under her. Now that she’d used them a couple of times, she could tell they could hold quite a bit of liquid. There wasn’t any need for a change, not while the feeling was still squishy and sexy.

    “Good girl.” Roman gently pushed Esmie onto her back and tucked her under a blanket.

    Warmth spread out from Esmie’s heart. She clutched Sophie to her chest. It was so much like being a little girl in her family’s home that she even felt the urge to suck on her thumb. After a moment’s hesitation, she let herself do it. Zoe was already snoring softly, so there was no one but Sophie to see.

    It wasn’t sleep, exactly, but the feeling during nap time wasn’t like being awake either. In a dozy, dazy haze, Esmie relived faded memories of playing with the original Sophie. They’d gone everywhere together for a while, from the bakery down the street, to her friend’s houses, and even to mass.

    Esmie smiled to herself as she remembered her mother despairing of cleaning the rabbit of the constant dirt they got into in the garden. In no time at all, Sophie’s off-white cotton had become a speckled tan color. She would take better care of this Sophie and keep her out of the mud.

    In a magical moment, it was as if Sophie responded. The little rabbit was grateful for the care, Esmie realized, but she hoped they could still play outside.

    “Bien sûr on peut.” Esmie whispered, assuring Sophie that of course, they would go outside.

    Sophie spoke French, of course. In fact, she didn’t speak English. That is why Papa hadn’t known her name even though he had brought her to the house. In soft French, she explained to Sophie what a nice man Papa was. It was a little more difficult to explain the situation with Zoe and Caleb. French was a little lacking in words to describe a polycule, but Sophie was a smart rabbit and she understood quickly.

    As she was giving Sophie her first English lesson, Esmie felt pressured in her bladder. Such a simple thing had been elevated by their game into something that demanded attention and decisions. This time the decision was easy. Esmie relaxed, managing to wet herself after a few false starts. The warm, wet feeling made her tingle. More than that, it made the dozy feeling heavier.

    English class was postponed, Esmie’s mouth was busy with her thumb again. Having a thumb in her mouth felt less like a desire and more like an actual need. She would chuckle about it later, but in the moment, she didn’t remember the pacifier clipped to her dress at all.

    After wetting a second time, curled up on her side, Esmie’s diaper was feeling a little lopsided. It had bulked up a bit more than the first ‘accident’ had managed. Even so, it wasn’t uncomfortable. Even as the diaper cooled off, she stayed warm under the blankets. The squish around her hips was a primal, comforting feeling. Even the sexiness of being wet had faded, though she was sure that would come back if she was in one of her lovers’ arms.

    Giggling around her thumb, Esmie thought about how silly all the sex stuff was. It was so gross and funny with the climbing all over each other, the grunting and moaning. She was excited to try it, hopefully in a big pile of all four of the polycule. They rarely did that, because of how silly things got. Esmie realized now what a mistake that was. Silly was the whole reason to do it!

    Wrapped up in fuzzy thoughts and tingly feelings, Esmie felt her words slip away. When nap time was over, Roman and Zoe both tried to talk to her. She could understand them, but it was like they were speaking while she was at the bottom of a pool. It was taking a long time to formulate responses in French – English was a lost cause.

    After a couple of attempts, Roman left her to play with Sophie, and allowed Zoe to watch some videos on his phone. Esmie vaguely heard something about Zoe being asked to look after her. That felt good. The feeling of safety let her zone in on playing with Sophie. Esmie helped Sophie translate French nursery rhymes to English, and Sophie in return caught Esmie up on the latest rabbit warren gossip.

    At some point in the afternoon, Esmie felt pressure again. It was confusing for a moment, until she realized it wasn’t her bladder. That brought their game back into her mind, pushing back the little-thoughts. Esmie considered actually using her diaper in full. It was a strange thought, straddling the boundary between big mind and little.

    On the one hand, it would certainly be convenient, she wouldn’t have to stop playing, or figure out what to do. That little-side thought generated a lot of anxiety from the bigger thoughts. That she’d even considered it out of convenience felt weird. On top of that, she had no idea how her papa and Zoe would react. They could be disgusted by her diaper. Worse, they could be upset at her for throwing something extreme into the game.

    The possibility of upsetting Papa and Zoe convinced little-brain that it was a bad idea. United in mind, Esmie looked around. Zoe was engrossed in her video. She also wasn’t the person that was supposed to deal with the situation. It surprised Esmie to realize that she was glad for the infantilizing rule of having to ask for help with the bathroom. In her current state, it would feel too strange to just get up and walk out of the play area.

    Not feeling nearly as little after all that big-style processing, Esmie got to her feet instead of crawling. There wasn’t a rule for crawling – she was suddenly nervous about pushing any boundaries on her own.

    A light tug on Papa’s sleeve got his attention. She even had the presence of mind to check that he wasn’t on a call before asking, “Papa? I need to use the toilet.”

    Roman smiled. “Alright.”

    He took Esmie’s hand. She gripped it tightly enough to surprise them both on the way to the restroom. Exiting the play-area was disorienting. Abruptly, the baby decorations were gone. She was back in her own house. Except instead of being a confidant, beautiful house-submissive, she was in a little girl’s dress and a wet diaper.

    The discomfort got worse when Roman had her hold her skirt and removed her wet diaper. She sat on the toilet, already making a mess of the seat with her damp bottom, and clutched Sophie for dear life. She wasn’t embarrassed. With just one bathroom in the house, it wasn’t the first time she and Roman had seen the other on the toilet. It wasn’t usual either, though.

    This time, instead of the usual banter of jokes and apologies for the intrusion, Roman was watching her like an authority figure while she did her business. When she was done, he asked her if she needed help cleaning up. It was the right thing for him to ask, gauging her comfort level with what was happening. Unfortunately, it only highlighted the conflict between the game and regular life for Esmie.

    She felt herself lock up, trembling on the toilet, clutching Sophie and blinking away tears. Her breath came in short gasps. Esmie didn’t feel like she was getting enough air, but she couldn’t make herself breathe deeply.

    “Esmie, are you alright?” Roman crouched down, stroking her hair. “Can you talk? Pouvez vous parler?”

    “Non.” Esmie said, swallowing around a lump in her throat. “et oui.”

    “Can you tell me what’s the matter? Do you need to take a break?” Roman asked. He was already holding her, which eased the pressure in her chest and throat considerably.

    Esmie didn’t know if she needed to take a break. She knew she didn’t want to, which wasn’t the same thing. Most of all she was afraid. Something fundamental in her house and her relationship was changing, and she didn’t know what to do about it.

    It wasn’t that she didn’t like the game. She loved it, actually. But there was no map for how the game was going to enter their lives. There never was, of course. Even basic submission had once been emotionally fraught. Esmie realized that she wanted to be Roman’s little, but she couldn’t figure out how to do that without losing what she already was to him. Without giving up what he was now, to her.

    That was all too much to say on lungs that were still short of breath. She rejected translating her thoughts to English right away as well. The best she could do was to explain her last thought a little, in her native language.

    “Je le veux beaucoup, mais j’ai peur de perdre ce que nous avons.” Esmie said.

    “Est-ce lié à votre désir d’avoir une zone désignée pour le jeu?” Roman asked.

    He’d taken a few moments to craft that sentence. His French was not as good as her English, though he was working on improving. It was such a relief to have him understand her right away, even connecting her distress to leaving the starkly-defined play area she’d set up last night.

    “Yes.” Esmie said, coming back to herself enough to go back to English. “I don’t know how to cross over. I love what we are doing, but I love also what we had before.”

    “Would it make more sense to define the game not in space, but in time?” Roman asked. “I could put everything away at the end of the day.”

    Esmie considered. Roman’s suggestion made a lot of sense. Especially since the game wasn’t confined to their house but would be happening at Caleb and Zoe’s as well. He’d also hinted that they might go out while playing at some point, and that would further complicate things.

    Esmie nodded. “Yes, it is a good idea. Also, you don’t have to completely put things away. Maybe we could just stack everything neatly in the nap area.”

    “That’s fine with me.” Roman said, stroking her cheek. “Feeling better? You have your color back.”

    Esmie nodded. The tension was fading. Along with the re-orientation of the game as a period of time came the realization that they should be playing again. That was a happy thing! Not just because she was excited to play, but because it helped erase the bad feeling from the bathroom. Now it wasn’t that the game had invaded her bathroom, rather the whole world was in game-mode at the moment, including the bathroom.

    “Yes Papa!” Esmie said enthusiastically. “Can you clean me up?”

    Despite her joy at finding terms that would let her get back into the game without anxiety, Esmie wasn’t feeling little again yet. She watched Roman carefully, curious to see how he felt about approaching something that had always been a boundary for them before.

    He was a bit hesitant as he helped Esmie to her feet. There was definite tension on Roman’s face as he reached for the wipes and cleaned her rear. Though he seemed to be managing it, Esmie needed to be sure.

    “Are you alright?” She asked gently, leaning against Roman. “This is something you suggested, but now that we do it, is it still good?”

    Roman chuckled, wrapping his arms around Esmie for a gentle hug. “Thank you, love. I was a little worried, but it is alright.”

    “What gave you worry?” Esmie asked.

    “I don’t want to be grossed out by something we do. It wasn’t like that though. I feel closer to you now.”

    Esmie sighed and nodded. “I’m glad.”

    “Everything okay?” Zoe asked when they returned to the living room.

    “Oui.” Esmie smiled at her ever-perceptive girlfriend. “I am ready to play again.”

    “Not until we get you into a fresh diaper you’re not.” Roman said, carrying the word play back into the context of the game. “You were soaked.”

    Esmie giggled. A welcome bit of little-feeling crept back in. The transition made it especially funny when Zoe blushed. She was obviously holding her own pee, making herself needlessly uncomfortable. What a silly girlfriend.

    “Papa, you should check Zoe’s diaper too.” Esmie said as Roman laid her down on the changing blanket.

    “Oh?” Roman asked. “Do you need a change too, Zoe?”

    “No. I’m holding it fine.” Zoe said, squirming.

    “Is that so?” Roman asked. “Well, if you can hold it a little longer, I can take you to the bathroom when I’m done changing Esmie.”

    “Really?” Zoe asked, obviously blindsided by being relieved of having to use her diaper.

    “Really!” Roman said, in an excited teacher-tone. “I’m really proud of you that you’re able to hold it. We can work on your potty-training – you can show Esmie how it’s done.”

    Zoe’s face went tomato-red. Esmie giggled. Papa had found something that went straight to their girlfriend’s embarrassment button. She was so embarrassed she was even speechless. Zoe was quiet for Esmie’s entire diapering, in fact.

    Rolling the implications of this new wrinkle in her mind, Esmie lifted her hips at Roman’s direction. The soft padding under her was already a welcome feeling. She relaxed as Roman finished cleaning her and applied a little powder. Getting her diaper taped up snugly was an uncomplicated bit of joy.

    At Roman’s insistence, she followed him and an increasingly bashful Zoe back to the bathroom. Despite Zoe’s strained expression and potty-dance, Roman took his time unbuttoning her shorts and taking them down. He wasn’t any faster sliding her diaper down either, even pausing a moment before he let her sit on the toilet. Zoe’s gasp of relief when she finally sat and released made Roman and Esmie both laugh.

    “Good girl!” Roman said effusively. “I’m so proud of you for using the potty!”

    “Congratulations Zoe!” Esmie said, clapping.

    Zoe had her face in her hands, quivering in embarrassment. Esmie knew her girlfriend well enough to know she was trembling with desire as well. It was time to drive the knife in a little further.

    “How does potty training work, Papa?” Esmie asked. She sank down to her diapered butt on the floor, feeling her thoughts sink down little-ish at the same time.

    “I’m glad you asked.” Roman said. “I’ll set an alarm to take Zoe to the bathroom. I’ll only be able to do it a few times a day, since I’m working of course. If she’s dry when the alarm goes off, I’ll take her to the potty, and she’ll get a treat.”

    “Oh!” Esmie said, suddenly conflicted. She was having a great time with diapers, but she didn’t want to miss out on treats.

    “How often?” Zoe asked from behind her hands.

    “Oh, for sure once in the morning and once in the afternoon.” Roman said. “That should be plenty for a big girl, right?”

    “Yes Mr. Zabolotski.” Zoe said in a strained voice.

    “Up you go, Zoe!” Roman said, standing her up and wiping her crotch down.

    It was a very horny looking Zoe that had her diaper and shorts pulled back up. Esmie grinned as innocently as she could manage before chiming in again.

    “What if she’s wet when the alarm goes off?”

    “No treat then, of course.” Roman said. “Plus, a girl who’s working on potty training should at least know when she’s had an accident. If you have an accident you have to tell us right away Zoe, and make sure to speak up. Otherwise, you’re in trouble.”

    “I’m glad I’m not potty training.” Esmie said wickedly.

    Zoe blinked and bit her lip. Esmie grinned at the trap Roman had put her girlfriend in. On one hand, she’d be embarrassed to be potty trained. On the other, she’d have to admit she wet herself or get a punishment. Esmie was looking forward to getting jumped by a confused, horny girlfriend once this addition to the game ramped up.

    “Wh-what about Esmie?” Zoe asked.

    “Hmm, that’s true, she’s a very little girl.” Roman said. “She’s not ready for potty training, but I can’t really leave her alone for so many trips to the potty with you.”

    “I can just come with.” Esmie said, confused at where Roman was going with this.

    “No, a baby and a little girl is a lot to manage.” Roman said with mock-gravitas. “I think I’ll just swaddle you in a blanket so you can’t get into trouble while I’m with Zoe.”

    Esmie blinked. He was almost certainly talking about the restraining blanket they had in the bedroom. It was Esmie’s turn to blush. That blanket was almost as much fun as the straitjacket, and it’d go on a lot faster.

    Zoe grinned viciously. “That should keep her safe.”

    Mon Dieu, Esmie thought. This game is getting really hot. The boys needed to be careful, or Esmie and Zoe were going to wear themselves out on each other and leave nothing for the boyfriends. Though they could just go at each other after work. Kind of like husbands or fathers, with their little girls playing. Esmie bit back a moan at the thought. Hopefully the next bit of the game would leave her and Zoe some time to work off the way they’d been worked up!

  • Polycule Daycare: Chapter 5

    Caleb pulled up the wooded drive to Roman and Esmerelda’s house. The stress of the day was tense in his shoulders, putting a small ache in his back. One of the ‘joys’ of being a senior developer was mentoring the interns and juniors. It was around lunch time that Caleb had realized that his entire day was going to be code reviews. He had eaten his bologna sandwich in quiet despair.

    His car rolled to a gentle stop behind Roman’s. Caleb took the grocery bag out of his passenger seat and headed for the door. With weary feet but rising spirits, he stepped inside. The daycare was more or less as he’d left it. There were some nice smells coming from the oven and a lot of toys strewn across the play area.

    The first thing he needed was Zoe. Caleb’s searching gaze found her in the nap area, passionately kissing Esmie. The two of them were pink cheeked and writhing against each other. He was surprised they hadn’t gone any further than kisses, as turned on as they were.

    He chuckled at Zoe. It was great to see her so happy. It’d be a nice bonus to have her so wound up too, once he managed to get her attention. In the meantime, he crossed the living room to Roman’s dining-table work area.

    “Welcome home, love.” Roman said, rising to his feet.

    They came together for a kiss that was as homey as it was loving. Neither was as fresh as they had been for their morning goodbye kiss. They smelled of themselves, not soap. Caleb felt tension drain from his shoulders from the contact with Roman’s lips. He gently dropped his laptop to answer Roman’s firm hug with an arm around his boyfriend’s shoulders.

    “I missed you. And the girls.” Caleb said softly.

    “I missed you too. I like having you come home like this. We should have done it ages ago.” Roman said, nuzzling Caleb’s chest.

    “It’s a great idea.” Caleb said. “I’m glad I listened to my smart boyfriend.”

    Roman grinned. “Were you able to find fresh perogies?”

    “Right where you said they’d be.” Caleb nodded. “Let me get the groceries in the kitchen.”

    “Then you can say hi to the girls.” He smirked. “They still haven’t noticed that you’re home.”

    Caleb grinned. While Roman shut down his workstation for the day, he set his goodies out on the counter. Wine for Roman and himself, a generous package of perogies from the Polish deli, and a few treats for the girls. Fiendish amusement filled Caleb’s thoughts as he set out the chocolate milk, vitamins, and cupcakes.

    “Hello girls.” Caleb said as he leaned over the nap area.

    Esmie and Zoe finally snapped out of their lusty haze, looking up at Caleb in confusion that quickly became delight.

    “Mr. Santiago!” “Daddy!”

    Both girls popped up to hug him. They were warm, a little sweaty even. Esmie smelled a bit like she needed her diaper changed. Zoe smelled like she needed to be taken to bed. The last of the stress tension was wiped clean away, leaving only fatigue in its wake. His lips met Zoe’s, for a kiss full of loving passion. No sooner had he finished kissing Zoe, than he was enjoying a soft, elegant kiss with Esmie.

    “I see you girls were playing very nicely together.” Caleb said, feeling his heartrate climb. “How was daycare?”

    “It was much fun.” Esmie said. “Papa found me a rabbit just like I had in France.”

    “It was so embarrassing.” Zoe said. “Please daddy, take me to bed, right now.”

    Caleb laughed and squeezed Zoe. “What was so embarrassing?”

    “Zoe is learning potty-training!” Esmie interjected, grinning deviously. Zoe groaned and pressed her face into Caleb’s chest.

    “Oh? That’s exciting. I’m proud of you.” Caleb said, thoroughly enjoying every squirm his words evoked from Zoe. “Do you need to potty right now?”

    “Yes.” Zoe whimpered. “Then can we have sex?”

    “What, and leave Roman and Esmie out of it?”

    “They can be there too.” Zoe panted lustily. “Both boys in me, Esmie on my face. Please Caleb. I need it bad.”

    “That sounds delicious, but do you know what else is going to be delicious?” Caleb asked. Zoe stared back blankly. She was hyper focused on getting into bed. “Dinner! We’re going to eat dinner together as a family.”

    “Oooh!” Esmie said, plopping down on her full diaper. “I like this very much.”

    “Can’t we do it first?” Zoe whined. “I’ll do literally anything.”

    “Even wait?” Caleb winked, laughing when Zoe blew a raspberry at him. “Come on little girl, let’s get you to the potty.”

    Blushing and squirmy, Zoe let Caleb take her hand and lead her to the bathroom. He set her in front of the toilet. Though she was wearing pajamas with snaps all the down the legs and crotch, Caleb elected to pop the snaps on the garment’s top instead. He took his time pulling the pjs down. Even more slowly, he worked her still-dry diaper down Zoe’s legs. She obviously hadn’t been expecting the sudden delay after getting so close to the toilet. There was real strain on her face when he finally put her on the toilet. Zoe was peeing before her butt was firmly on the seat.

    “Good girl!” Caleb said. “You just made it!”

    Zoe blushed, whimpering again. Naked now, with her diaper and pajamas around her ankles, she looked delightful. Caleb almost regretted not taking her up on her offer of pre-dinner sex. If he hadn’t needed extra warm-up time after a hard day in the office, he probably would have.

    “Since you’re having such a good start on potty-training, I think you can use big-girl undies.” Caleb said.

    It was a thing of beauty to watch the excitement on Zoe’s face turn to frustrated embarrassment when she realized that he wasn’t holding panties at all. She turned her head away from the cream colored pullup.

    “Thanks daddy.” Zoe said, with a sigh.

    “Of course sweetie.” Caleb prompted her to rise with a hand on her arm, and bent her over to wipe. “Maybe you’ll even learn to wipe once your training progresses.”

    “I can wipe!” Zoe protested. “I just thought I wasn’t allowed to.”

    “That’s okay hon, we’ll work on building up your confidence.” Caleb said.

    Rather than giving Zoe any time for a seductive pounce, he had her step right into the pullup as she stepped out of her diaper. The light padding fitted perfectly and was a pleasure to pat.

    “As long as you keep these dry you can keep wearing them. If you have an accident we’ll go back to diapers temporarily.”

    “Are we playing all the way through dinner?” Zoe asked, rubbing herself against Caleb.

    “We’re playing until we get home and get you out of your daycare clothes.” Caleb said.

    “Oh god.” Zoe shivered, going up on tiptoes to kiss Caleb’s neck. “You better not be too tired when we get home.”

    “I won’t be.” Caleb said. It was an easy promise to make. Seeing Zoe so worked up, kissing Esmie and Roman, it was all bringing his energy levels up fast. Work was forgotten, but even the lingering effects were vanishing as they played.

    “Let’s get you dressed again.” Caleb said, taking Zoe’s hand and leading her back to the living room. “Then I want you to help Mr. Zabolotski by setting the table while I change Esmie.”

    Zoe was quietly obedient while Caleb dressed her in her childish blouse and shorts. She seemed to be exchanging speaking for touching him as much as she could without disrupting the process. By the time he sent her off to the kitchen to help, she’d gotten him almost as worked up as she was. Caleb had to adjust the fit of his pants a bit to accommodate the rise Zoe had given him.

    Esmie looked like she was still deep in the game. She had a thumb in her mouth and was clutching a stuffed rabbit to her chest.

    “I think it’s time to change you, Esmie.” Caleb said. “Who’s your new friend?”

    “This is my rabbit, Sophie.” Esmie said, making no move to get up. Even the thumb went back in her mouth when she was done talking.

    With a shrug, Caleb opened the nap-area fence and lay Esmie gently on her back. She was totally passive as he bunched her skirt up around her waist and tore her diaper tapes open. The diaper was used to capacity. Caleb found himself impressed that it hadn’t leaked. It took several wipes to get Esmie’s damp skin clean.

    Seeing his girlfriend spread out in front of him, helpless and dependent, strengthened Caleb’s arousal until it was a little uncomfortable to bend over to tape up Esmie’s fresh diaper. Dinner was going to be an interesting experience. Though he and Roman had agreed that they wouldn’t be staying over on the daycare days, Caleb was having trouble remembering why that was a good idea.

    He sat Esmerelda up, and went for what he thought was a hug. His arms were around Esmie, but she was still holding her bunny. Her free hand was rubbing the front of his pants. Caleb groaned, shifting Esmie onto his lap. They had a long hot kiss, Caleb caressed through his slacks, Esmie through her dress’ top.

    Urgency built in Caleb’s member. He had the words on his lips to tell Esmie to go faster, to give him some relief. With a huge effort he pulled out of the embrace, panting. Esmie was just as ready, her eyes half-lidded. She was still clutching the rabbit though. Caleb wondered what it would be like to make love to her while she was feeling little. That line of thought almost had him pushing her down on the nap area blankets.

    With another great effort, Caleb stood and got Esmie on her feet. She toddled behind him in her thick diaper, sitting obediently where he directed. Roman and Zoe were pink cheeked and quiet too. From the way Zoe was walking, she must have gotten a couple of good swats on the rear from Roman. It was hard to believe he’d missed the sound.

    The game was clearly a huge success. Finding his boyfriend in the kitchen, Caleb pulled him away from the kielbasa and onions on the stove and dove in for a hungry kiss. They locked lips and pawed at each other’s backs. He could feel Roman’s arousal though his slacks. Caleb pressed his own just as hard against Roman’s belly.

    They came apart with a needy groan. Not so far apart that Roman couldn’t get in a good squeeze on Caleb’s butt. He bit his lip and ran his hands over Roman’s powerful chest, unbuttoning two buttons for good measure.

    “Dinner looks amazing.” Caleb forced himself to say.

    “That’s not all.” Roman winked. “Thank you. The perogies are almost done as is the kielbasa. Can you dress the salad?”

    “Of course.” Caleb took deliberate steps away from Roman and went to the fridge, selecting a nut-berry mix and some Italian dressing. “What’s in the oven?”

    “Faux kołaczki, for us.” Roman said. “I figured they were too grown up for the girls. Thanks for getting the cupcakes. They have a perfectly ridiculous amount of icing on them.”

    “You went all out!” Caleb said as he mixed the salad. “Now I have all this pressure for when it’s my turn to host.”

    “You served me a scratch-made soufflé on our third date.” Roman said with a snort.

    “That meal took me all day and destroyed my kitchen.” Caleb retorted. “You did this on a workday. I’m really impressed. Thanks hon.”

    Roman beamed. “It’s good to have people worth cooking for.”

    With food on the table and the girls in their seats, the boys sat down, grateful to relax. Caleb caught Zoe gazing wistfully at the wine as Roman was pouring it. Esmerelda was still lost in her own little world, taking little drinks from her sippy cup of chocolate milk.

    “Let me make you a plate.” Caleb said, snagging Esmie’s plate. He put small portions of everything, salad, steamed green beans, perogies, and kielbasa on it. She smiled back innocently when he returned it to her.

    The rumble of conversation as they ate was wonderful. He and Roman both had a chance to vent about work. The girls had conversation that wasn’t just the videos or movies they’d watched that day. When Esmie had finished explaining about the English lessons she was giving her stuffed rabbit, the table launched into a discussion of how Zoe’s potty-calendar would work.

    It soothed the soul. Caleb was as happy as he could remember being. Not for the first time, he wondered if they should all move in together. It’d be a huge undertaking. They’d have to buy a whole new place, so that neither pair would feel like they had to give up their own space. Not that it would be a problem to find a sufficiently big house, if they were selling two of them.

    The packing, the living space negotiations, reworking their dynamic, that’s where the real difficulty would lie. Even this daycare game was putting them into contact more than they’d ever been before. Five days a week was, for the moment, a lot. The enormity of it had always stopped them from treating the idea as anything but a joke before.

    Sitting at the table together, however, Caleb wasn’t sure how much of a joke it was anymore. He watched Roman wipe frosting off Zoe’s nose and his heart melted. It was so intimate and gentle to make sure that Esmie ate the last of her green beans before she was allowed to start in on her own cupcake. He met his boyfriend’s eyes across the table and felt some deeper level of love blossoming between them.

    —–

    Leaving was hard, even though they’d all four be together the next day. It was as much the sex as the emotions. Caleb had developed some interesting ideas about what he’d like to do with Roman during dinner. Zoe had it on the brain too. Caleb had to slap her hands twice, to keep her from playing with herself on the ride home.

    They burst into the house like it had been a night out at a fetish club. Hands all over each other, snatching kisses like teenagers in a dark park. Zoe had Caleb’s belt off with her usual deft speed and a hand gripping his renewed hardness.

    “Let’s get you undressed and end the scene.” Caleb said with a groan. “Then bed. If we make it that far.”

    “We don’t have to.” Zoe said, licking Caleb’s neck.

    “What?” Caleb paused in unbuttoning Zoe’s blouse.

    “I want you to do me, as daddy.” Zoe said, panting. “Please fuck me, daddy.”

    Caleb never picked Zoe up inside. It was too dangerous, she was liable to hit her head on one of the doorframes. That rule went to the wind along with caution as he heaved her over his shoulder. Luck was on his side, because it certainly wasn’t by paying attention, that he didn’t run either of them into a wall.

    He threw Zoe down on their bed and flailed at the buttons on his shirt. She yanked his pants down the rest of the way. Lunging out of his clothes, Caleb pinned his Little Girl to the bed. Their mouths met. His tongue explored deep inside. Zoe moaned through the kiss, squirming against him.

    Pinned with his weight on her hips, Zoe cast her arms up and let Caleb pull off her shirt. He had her in his lap and then over it, yanking her shorts down.

    “Please, daddy.” Zoe whimpered, wiggling her hips.

    “One last thing, little girl.” Caleb said, pulling the pullups slowly downward. “Daddy has to make sure that you were a good girl and didn’t have any accidents during dinner.”

    “Quickly, please daddy.” Zoe whined.

    “No, no.” Caleb said. He had her pullups off and pushed her legs apart. His hands spread her cheeks wide, opening all her private places to him. “Daddy has to do a thorough inspection at the end of the day.”

    “Oh god.” Zoe writhed, rubbing her nipples while Caleb carefully inspected her.

    When he pulled her kitty open, a finger-swipe down the slick folds made Zoe shout. She tensed up, almost coming on the spot. He left her on her hands and knees, sliding around to press his shaft against her face. Without hesitation, Zoe had him in her mouth and throat.

    For a moment, Caleb saw stars. His control of which he was so proud, was nearly lost. He bought time by pulling Zoe off him and going for another kiss. They fell backward in the kiss and Caleb twitched his hips to slide into her. There wasn’t a moment for gentleness. Caleb rammed himself all the way to the hilt, tensing as Zoe cried out in ecstasy.

    Every five or so thrusts seemed to trigger another climax for Zoe. They probably weren’t all of them petite mort, as Esmie would have called them. He doubted Zoe would have a count for him either. That was Caleb’s last coherent thought, before raw heat flowed through him and out into his girlfriend. He gripped her tightly, driving the breath out of her with a primal groan. Aftershocks sent his hips twitching hard against her three times, until he heard her cry out one more time.

    They rolled to the side together, still connected between their legs. Neither of them could do more than gasp. From time to time one of them would tremble, sending a shiver through the other. They lay there a long time, wordless.

    Chill and a growing stickiness finally broke the spell. With a deep sigh, they pulled apart and made their way to the bathroom. By the time they’d both had a drink of water and wiped themselves down, speech seemed possible again.

    “That was incredible.” Caleb said softly.

    “You don’t have to tell me.” Zoe said, fitting herself gently against him.

    He held her, stroking her hair and marveling at the beautiful, brave woman who had agreed to share his life, to trust him with any unspeakably hot thing he wanted to do with her. The tenderness felt a little like an extension of the game.

    “I almost feel like I should be getting you ready for bed, little girl style.” Caleb said.

    “I thought about it too.” Zoe said. “I might want that sometime – but not tonight.”

    Caleb nodded. “I think that’s smart. How are you feeling?”

    “Can’t get that deep into it right now.” Zoe said, kissing Caleb’s chest. “We can talk on the weekend. I think tomorrow will be intense too.”

    “I hope so.” Caleb said. “We haven’t had a good polycule-pile in a while.”

    “Mmm, do not start with those kind of images. I WILL find a way to get you hard again.” Zoe said, smirking as she reached for her toothbrush.

    “I’m tempted.” Caleb said, honestly. “But exhausted. Looking forward to cuddling you.”

    “Yeth plz.” Zoe said through a mouthful of toothpaste.

    Just a few minutes later, Caleb was under the covers with Zoe in his arms. As he drifted off, he nuzzled his face into the back of her neck. It was an amazing life, having a little girl, a girlfriend, a partner, a Zoe.

    Tomorrow would be a whole day of playing. After all, nobody really worked on Fridays, right?

  • Polycule Daycare: Chapter 6

    “Esmerelda, it’s time to get you ready for daycare.” Roman said shaking her shoulder.

    It was a bit of a risk to start the game this early. He watched Esmie’s eyes flutter open, her brow furrow in confusion. He had confidence that she would safeword if she felt she was being pushed too far. That would be fine, the safewords were there to be used. But he prided himself on watching his submissive closely enough that she didn’t often need to safeword.

    Probably, he should have checked in with her before pushing age regression into Esmie’s morning. That would have totally removed the impact of waking her up with it. Something else he took pride in was having a submissive who was brave and flexible enough to follow his lead and really trust him. He’d earned the trust, but it still took work and courage on Esmie’s part to lean on it.

    Esmie had apparently had time to think while Roman was worrying about his introduction to the scene. Her face had gone through a couple of cute variations on scrunched up before it smoothed out and she yawned.

    “Five minutes more, Papa.” Esmie said. She burrowed under the covers until only the top of her head was peeking out.

    “That won’t do.” Roman said. “Come on now Esmie. It’s time to get up.”

    Esmie stretched and whined. Reluctantly, she allowed Roman to peel back the covers and sit her up. The little smile on her face was out of place with the rest of her grumpy performance. Roman didn’t doubt that she was enjoying herself. Esmie had always had jobs that forced her to be up and alert early in the morning. It had to be nice to play the reluctant kid again.

    Gently but firmly, Roman herded Esmie to the bathroom. He pulled her pajama pants down and put her on the potty. A slight blush colored her cheeks. Perfect. There was an opportunity to put her in an even more childish position as well.

    “Give me your top, baby girl.” Roman said, pulling Esmie’s PJ top up to her armpits.

    “Papa!” Esmie protested.

    She was obviously taken aback by not being given even the most basic privacy of Roman leaving her to her business on the toilet. He grinned as he worked the top off her.

    “Good job making potty.” Roman replied, patting Esmie’s cheek.

    When Esmie beamed at the infantile praise, Roman’s heart leapt. It had worked! Esmie was playing along and having a great time to boot. He ran a bath for her while he brushed her teeth. It was amazing fun to scrub her down from head to toe, even holding a wet and wiggly girl while he cleaned her ears.

    Toweled off and back in the bedroom, Esmie took one look at the changing blanket spread out on the bed and grabbed Roman’s hand.

    “Wait, Papa. I want Sophie.”

    Roman grinned and retrieved the stuffie from the daycare storage and put her in Esmie’s arms. She held Sophie tightly, sighing in what sounded like actual relief.

    “Do you need Sophie with you at night?” Roman asked as she lay Esmie down on the changing blanket. “It’d be fine for you to sleep with her on nights when you’re going to daycare in the morning, or every night if you want.”

    “Wouldn’t that be a thing of a girl that is Little?” Esmie asked, worriedly.

    “It would be if we wanted it to be.” Roman said. “Or it could just be that you like Sophie and want to have her at night.”

    Esmie lifted her hips for the diaper Roman slid under her butt. “I still have worries.”

    “We don’t have to do it.” Roman said. “But maybe you’re worried about mixing your little time and adult time? In that case, we could just start daycare days at bedtime the night before.”

    “What do you mean, Papa?” Esmie asked. She probably had a good idea of what he meant, or rather, a few options for what he meant. If she was asking instead of offering suggestions, she wanted Roman to decide.

    “Obviously you need a diaper during the day. So far, we’ve been lucky at night, but wouldn’t you feel better having protection while you sleep?” Roman asked. “Papa doesn’t want to wake up in a puddle.”

    Esmie giggled, hiding her face behind her stuffed rabbit. She sounded much more happy than embarrassed. Not for the first time, Roman wondered how much of this kind of thing Esmie had fantasized about before he’d brought it up as a possible game.

    “That settles it.” He said. “I’ll put you to bed in a nice comfy diaper on daycare nights, with Sophie.”

    “Okay Papa.” Esmie squirmed a bit as Roman covered her rear in lotion.

    “You’re such a good baby.” Roman said. “I’m proud of you.”

    Esmie beamed again. She was very squirmy through the rest of the change, to say nothing of afterward when Roman lay down on her and gave her a long, slow kiss. The sweetness of Esmie’s surrender to the kiss and everything else made him wish he’d gotten up even earlier that morning. They had some extra time this morning, but not so much that he could undo everything they’d done so far for a little AM romp.

    He put his rosy-cheeked and dazed girlfriend in a pink onesie with pastel-blue cats on it. Fuzzy socks and sweatpants went on her legs; a longingly soft sweater completed the outfit. It was fun, if a little strange, to have spent his whole morning on Esmie’s preparations. As he put her on one of the kitchen table chairs for breakfast, Roman was feeling a bit underdressed in his boxers and undershirt.

    Seeing Esmie’s face light up at the prospect of pancakes was the payoff for the earlier morning and extra work. When she gleefully rolled up her syrup-soaked pancakes and ate them by hand, he laughed until he had tears in his eyes.

    “You’re going to make me change your sweater, aren’t you?” Roman said, through a few last chuckles.

    “Non! I like this one.” Esmie said.

    “Then you better be careful with it.” Roman said. “I’m not taking my baby to daycare in a dirty sweater.”

    Being careful apparently entailed holding the pancake rolls with both hands instead of one, as well as eating them faster. It saved the sweater but meant some serious scrubbing of Esmie’s hands and face when breakfast was done.

    For a bit of revenge, Roman wrapped Esmie up in their restraint-blanket while he showered. She was blissed out with a thumb in her mouth, when he returned. In fact, she was so out of it that she didn’t notice the new Velcro shoes that Roman put on her. Nor did she make a peep when he put her in the back instead of the front passenger seat.

    As they drove to Caleb and Zoe’s, Roman pointed out squirrels, cute dogs being walked, and pretty birds along their way. Bit by bit, Esmie came out of her daze and took over the animal spotting. She was gushing over an especially fluffy kitty when they pulled into the driveway.

    Inside, Roman looked approvingly at the improvements Caleb had made. He’d had a busy morning too! There was a designated nap area set up with a sloth sleeping bag and a shark bag as well. A bright rainbow gym-mat covered much of the living room floor. Primary-colored plastic storage cubes held toys and art supplies.

    As always, kisses in greeting went homo before hetero. Roman put his arms around his boyfriend’s skinny body and leaned up to kiss him. A hard line pressed against his belly as he tangled tongues with Caleb. His boyfriend had had a fun morning as well as productive, if he was already that worked up!

    “The daycare looks great.” Roman said. “Want to get the girls started and see where a couple more kisses will take us?”

    “Sounds good to me.” Caleb said huskily.

    Unfortunately, Zoe and Esmie weren’t connecting quite so easily. Instead of their usual passionate embrace, Esmie was excitedly explaining to Zoe about how she was going to have Sophie as a bedtime companion. Zoe was looking on with a nervous, uncertain expression.

    “Esmie, before you get too excited, you need to say hello to Mr. Santiago.” Roman said, patting Esmie on her diapered butt.

    “Okay Papa!” Esmie said, bouncing over to Caleb.

    Roman took Zoe in his arms and gave her a proper romantic kiss. She clung tightly to him, softly moaning in the back of her throat.

    “Doing okay?” Roman asked, stroking Zoe’s cheek. “Esmie is pretty immersed already, but I don’t think she’ll be that way all day.”

    “Yeah, it was just a surprise.” Zoe said. “I’m still up to play.”

    “That’s good to hear.” Roman said, grinning broadly. “I brought a potty-training calendar for you. How’s it going so far today?”

    Without waiting for an answer, he slipped a hand into Zoe’s shortalls and palmed her crotch. She shuddered and blushed, nipples standing out under her teddy-bear shirt.

    “Feels dry.” Roman said. “I’ll do a proper check later, closer to your next potty time.”

    “Wh-when is that?” Zoe asked.

    “I think we’ll start with once an hour.” Roman said. “Does that sound good to you, Caleb?”

    Caleb looked up from nuzzling Esmie’s cheek and nodded. “That should work. We’ll see how that goes today and look at moving it to ninety minutes or two hours if she’s able to keep dry for a few days.”

    Zoe squirmed. “What do I get if I do a good job?”

    “If you do really well, we could try you on panties.” Roman said. “We’d still monitor your potty times, of course.”

    “Don’t worry if you have some setbacks.” Caleb said. “Not every girl gets it right away.”

    Zoe put her face in her hands. In a small, squeaky voice, she said, “I’ll do my best.”

    Roman grinned at Caleb. His boyfriend had a huge smile on his face. By unspoken agreement, they guided the girls to the gym mat and sat them down.

    “We’re going to start you girls off with some coloring.” Roman said, handing them each a coloring book and setting a box of crayons between them. “Mr. Santiago and I have some business to discuss while you’re doing that.”

    “I want to discuss business!” Zoe said eagerly.

    Caleb laughed. “You’ve already had plenty of business this morning. Be a good girl and work on your coloring book.”

    Zoe pouted. She was going to be pushing for a punishment soon, Roman guessed. He hoped Caleb would let him deliver the spanking. It’d been a while since he’d gotten some time with Zoe’s very spankable cheeks.

    With the girls occupied, Caleb wasted no time getting them to the bedroom. Their lips met with tender urgency. A touch of roughness from Caleb’s chin prickled gently, amping up the excitement. Roman squeezed his boyfriend, reveling in the feeling of Caleb’s firm, trim body. There was a certain extra degree of roughness with another man that Roman would find himself craving. With Caleb it was always the right combination of strong and sweet.

    Fortunate enough to work for companies that were too smart to hold meetings on Fridays, they were both wearing simple jeans and t-shirts. The shirts were gone in a flash. Roman groaned and kissed Caleb’s neck, pressing his powerful chest up against his boyfriend’s sculpted front.

    The pace went from eager to urgent. Roman roughly yanked Caleb’s jeans down, while his boyfriend did the same. They hit the bed grappling each other in a playful wrestling match that was, as always, very much anyone’s game. Strength could only do so much against leverage. This time Roman found himself pinned to the bed.

    He could playfully lift his boyfriend right up into the air, and did, laughing at Caleb’s beautiful grin. Lifting was about all he could do though, Caleb’s grip on Roman’s arms never slacked. Roman’s brief resistance ended with him back under his boyfriend, moaning into a very possessive kiss. He let Caleb’s tongue in to explore his mouth. Their hips ground together, urgently seeking each other with their throbbing desires.

    For losing the wrestling match, Roman was the first on his knees, tasting his boyfriend’s stiff hot member. He closed his eyes and gripped Caleb’s firm butt, plunging his boyfriend into his throat. It didn’t take much to make Caleb grunt and shout, grabbing Roman’s shoulders like a vice.

    Nor did he have to wait long for the favor to be returned, laying back with Caleb’s face in his lap, gently controlling the pace with a hand in his lover’s hair. The release was pleasure and relief both, leaving him with happy tingles all over his body. With a happy sigh, they came together for cuddles, furnace warm at the point of contact.

    “I needed that.” Caleb said softly, kissing Roman’s shoulder.

    “Me too.” Roman rumbled. “This game has me horny all the time.”

    Caleb laughed. “Yeah, it’s intense. It has a lot of potential to bleed out into a full-time thing. Zoe and I have already had a start on that discussion.”

    “Esmie and I have too.” Roman said. “You and I talked a little about the possibility, but that was before any of this was actualized. How’re you feeling?”

    “Hard to say.” Caleb said, cuddling closer. “It’s still so new that everything seems hot and great. Full time sounds extremely sexy, but intellectually I know it’d be a lot of work.”

    “Esmie is worried about losing our current dynamic.” Roman said. “I’m… not. I don’t want to scare her by saying that though. I love what we have, but I like what’s developing better.”

    “It’ll be a change for all of us.” Caleb said. “Even between you and me. We’re already becoming more intertwined in how we do dominance with our primaries.”

    “Are you worried that we won’t have primaries anymore?” Roman asked.

    “I don’t know. Which is weird to think about or even say.” Caleb said. “Do you ever think about combining households?”

    “Sometimes.” Roman said softly.

    It was a scary thought. He’d worked so hard with Esmerelda… they had both worked so hard together to create their dynamic. Adding Caleb and Zoe had been a huge undertaking, but they’d survived it. Flourished even. It was easy to get overconfident though. The amount of work in the relationship increased exponentially with every additional person and each degree of integration into one’s life.

    The work was worth it, with the right people. Caleb and Zoe were the right people. That didn’t mean the work would automatically be successful. Open and honest communication was necessary, could be wonderful; but it also could lead to the discovery that you had to part ways.

    “Talk to me.” Caleb said, squeezing Roman firmly.

    “I’m afraid.” Roman said. “Not only that it won’t work out. I’m worried that we’ll get overconfident because things have worked out so well before.”

    “That’s fair.” Caleb said. “I don’t have an answer for it that isn’t just what we’ve been doing all along.”

    “If we combined moving in with making this game full time…” Roman chewed his lip as he picked his words. “I would want – to redefine some roles. Well, define them in the first place. Have a talk about where we want the girls to end up and what that would mean.”

    “We need to do that anyway.” Caleb said. “I agree it was a good idea to introduce this slowly, but they have experience with ageplay now, so they can make decisions about what is and isn’t okay for them.”

    “Do you want to do that today?” Roman asked. “Pause the game at dinner and talk?”

    “I’d like that.” Caleb said. “Though we’re on kind of dangerous ground here too. We should really be involving the girls in…”

    “PAPA!” Esmie’s shrill cry came from the living room. It was followed by a distressed wail.

    Roman looked at his boyfriend in surprise. They both vaulted out of bed, throwing their jeans on hastily. Just ahead of Caleb, Roman hurried down the hall to find Esmie pouting and crying on the floor. Facing her was a red-faced and also-upset Zoe. Esmie’s stuffed rabbit was clutched in Zoe’s crossed arms. Both girls looked a little disheveled.

    “What’s going on?” Roman asked. It came out more authoritative than he wanted. It shouldn’t have been authoritative at all. He should have called for an immediate time out on the game. After his morning of regressing Esmie, his reflexes had gone paternal.

    “Zoe stole Sophie and wouldn’t give her back!” Esmie whimpered.

    “I was just teasing her!” Zoe said.

    In contrast to the Little-girl upset on Esmie’s face, Zoe’s expression was complicated. She looked embarrassed, confused, maybe angry as well.

    “Maybe we should take a break from the game for a moment.” Caleb said.

    “Papa please get Sophie back!” Esmie begged.

    “I was trying to play!” Zoe said, starting to cry herself. “She was so into it; I was just trying to play too!”

    Roman exchanged another look with Caleb. This was new territory. Neither girl was safe wording, not even the caution signal. They weren’t really pausing the game either. Always before it had been an instant break when someone went outside of the game and called for a pause. None of their games had involved so much of a mindset change though. Zoe and Caleb’s pet-play might have been an exception, but Roman and Esmie had never joined in on that.

    “Zoe, it’s not nice to tease the other girl at daycare.” Caleb said. He was talking slowly, like he was testing every word before he said it. “If we don’t take a break, then you’re in trouble and you’d need to be punished.”

    “I didn’t mean to make her cry!” Zoe said, in clear distress.

    Finally, it made sense. Zoe was fishing for her punishment, had underestimated Esmie’s commitment to her role, and was upset that she’d hurt her girlfriend’s feelings. She was likely trying to avoid stopping the game because she was worried that would be even harder for Esmie.

    Roman caught Caleb’s gaze. Putting on some Dom-voice, he said, “Mr. Santiago, I know this is your daycare, but do you mind if I take care of this situation?”

    Caleb’s brow furrowed. He looked over at Zoe. Zoe nodded back. Caleb sighed and rubbed a hand through his hair. “That’s fine. We’re both in charge of the girls.”

    They were going to have to talk about this more. He was taking another risk, Roman knew. It was a way to salvage the game from their first major upset. As long as they had a good discussion about it afterwards, and some dedicated aftercare, it should be alright. If not, then that would have to be part of the discussion too.

    “Zoe, give me Sophie.” Roman said, now fully in Dom-mode. He held out a hand and Zoe meekly deposited the stuffed rabbit in it.

    “Esmie, here’s Sophie back.” Roman said, crouching down to hand the toy to her and stroking her hair.

    Esmie grabbed the doll and clutched it to her. She shuddered and leaned against Roman. He folded his arms around her, felt her shudder again. He didn’t feel her relax. Her upset was more complicated than he’d guessed at first. She was probably worried about what she’d done too. It was a pretty big reaction to have over a toy.

    “It’s okay sweetie.” Roman said. “I’m going to discipline Zoe. You’ve got Sophie and Mr. Santiago is going to be right here to take care of you. Does that sound good?”

    “Thank you, Papa.” Esmie said.

    She finally relaxed. Roman gave her one more squeeze before he stood up. It was a little concerning to see her retreat into the game for comfort. It’d make it hard to know when she really needed to take a break. On the other hand, it was really exciting for the possibility of going full time. If Esmie could get everything she needed while being Little – Roman put that thought away. There was a lot of talking that needed to happen before he could put something like that on his wish list.

    In the meantime, he turned to Zoe. Still wary of her emotional state, he searched her face. There was a lot going on there, yet. As tempted as he was to keep the flow of the game going, he couldn’t press her like that in good conscience.

    “Zoe, do you need a break from the daycare game?” Roman asked, refusing to soften it by omitting the word game at the end.

    “No.” Zoe said. She was conflicted but seemed determined. “Please don’t separate me from Esmie. I’m sorry I took your rabbit, Esmie. I didn’t mean to make you cry.”

    Esmie, now leaning against Caleb’s leg, nodded at Zoe. She wiped her tears and said, “Thank you. I am good. I was worried you would hurt her.”

    “I wouldn’t – I’m sorry.” Zoe said, hanging her head.

    “You remember that if you don’t take a break, you have to be punished?” Roman asked.

    Zoe swallowed hard and nodded.

    “Mr. Santiago, do you want to talk to Esmie a little more?” Roman asked. “I’ll have a chat with Zoe in another room.”

    “I’m happy to.” Caleb said. He sat next to Esmie and smiled at her. She smiled back. At least she seemed to be recovering quickly.

    Roman lead Zoe to the spare bedroom and sat her on the bed. She hung her head and folded her hands in her lap.

    “I need to ask you again, Zoe, do you need…”

    “I’m sorry for being a bad girl, Mr. Zabolotski.” Zoe said quickly. “I’m trying hard to be a good girl. It’s not always easy for me to be at daycare, but I’m trying to be good. Please – don’t make me leave the daycare. I don’t know if I could come back today.”

    Roman frowned. He felt like he should override Zoe and drop her out of the game if she was that conflicted and confused. Unfortunately, that would mean overriding what she just asked for. He didn’t know Zoe well enough to do that and pulling Caleb in would mean breaking the game as well.

    He was pretty confused himself if he was being honest. Paternalistic feelings for the girls were in serious conflict with trying to stick to the rules of their kink. Dinner was going to be a hell of a discussion. For the moment, he decided he had to respect Zoe’s words. He’d watch her carefully to make sure everything was okay. If this game went full time, or even close to it, they were going to have to upgrade their signals.

    “Very well.” He said, finally. “But you have a big punishment coming. This isn’t like stealing a soda or refusing to do an art activity. You hurt Esmie’s feelings.”

    “I know.” Zoe whimpered. “I’m sorry.”

    “She knows you’re sorry.” Roman said. “But daycare rules are daycare rules. I’m going to spank you. Then, we’ll forget all about this, understand?”

    “Huh?” Zoe asked. Hope and fear were warring on her face.

    “This is a daycare problem.” Roman emphasized. “And you’re getting a daycare punishment. That means it’s over after the punishment is over.”

    “R-really?” Zoe asked.

    “That’s right. I know that’s not how things have been handled before you came to daycare, but it’s how we’re going to do things today.”

    Zoe blinked away tears, thinking about that for a moment. Roman watched her shoulders sag in relief. He always saw tension in her around Esmie, it’d been hard for Zoe to accept that Esmie didn’t mind sharing. He didn’t know if that came from a bad experience of hers in the past, but he knew she worried about Esmie’s feelings a lot.

    If this interpretation of the game was going to help her get over that worry, that was amazing. Still scary, because it was a resolution they hadn’t tested or discussed but…

    “D-does it have to be a spanking, Mr. Zabolotski?” Zoe asked. Her voice had gotten more childish, she was kicking her feet into the carpet. “Can’t I just have a time-out?”

    “Don’t try to get out of it.” Roman said. “Turn over. I want you bent over the bed right now, Little girl.”

    Zoe whimpered, but it was a play-whimper this time. She assumed the position, wiggling her butt at Roman. He almost blew the mood by bursting into laughter right there. Composing himself, he reached under Zoe and cupped her breasts before undoing the clasps of her shortalls.

    She moaned softly, pressing her back up against him. When he pulled her shortalls down to her ankles along with her pullup; Zoe gripped the bedcovers and pressed her face into the comforter. She was prepping for a big spanking, which means she wanted one. Needed one, maybe.

    Roman started with his hand, caressing Zoe’s soft rear. Right as she gasped in desire, he raised his hand and brought it down. A flurry of spanks, light at first, added color to Zoe’s pale rear. She was grunting and whimpering softly, but the noises were all for show still.

    Taking a pause, Roman rubbed Zoe’s rear again, more vigorously this time. The flush on Zoe’s butt deepened a little while she squirmed.

    “This is to make you a better girl and take care of the problem you caused today.” Roman said. “If you can be a good girl during your spanking, you can go back to playing at daycare. Understand?”

    “Yes.” Zoe said breathily. She shifted her legs apart a little.

    Roman brought his hand down with gusto this time, delivering slaps that left light hand imprints on Zoe’s butt. She was crying out more genuinely now. The blush spread across her rear and deepened. Roman found his breath speeding up as he watched her flinch and twitch under the punishment.

    By the time the blush on Zoe’s rear had converted to a pair of well-defined red patches, Roman had to adjust the fit of his jeans around his crotch. Zoe was moaning between slaps, her crotch glistening with moisture. Roughly grabbing Zoe’s cheeks, Roman squeezed and rubbed until he got a loud moaning wail out of his girlfriend.

    He left her panting into the blankets for a moment, returning with a heavy wooden paddle. Putting the paddle just in front of Zoe, he pulled her head up by her hair.

    “Oh god.” Zoe said, shivering as she saw the paddle. “P-please – I mean, no, don’t. I’ll be good, I promise.”

    “You’ll be good when your punishment is done.” Roman said.

    He hefted the paddle and gently slid it across Zoe’s rear. She gasped, lifting her butt to present it. The paddle came down across both her cheeks with a satisfying smack. He didn’t stop for her shout of pain, bringing the paddle down again and again. Most strikes landed on both cheeks, though Roman made sure to get each cheek on it’s on a few times.

    Zoe was crying now, her butt a magnificent deep red. Her breath came in short gasps, and she writhed against the blankets whenever Roman paused for a moment. When he put the edge of the paddle against Zoe’s crotch, she writhed against it, mashing her sex on the rounded wood.

    “Are you going to be a good girl now?” Roman asked.

    “Yes, yes please!” Zoe moaned. “I’ll be your good girl, I promise!”

    “I believe you.” Roman said. He set the paddle down, stroked Zoe’s hair gently.

    “Does um – I mean, can I show you how good a girl I am?” Zoe said between panting breaths. “Please. Please Mr. Zabolotski. You can do anything you want.”

    That was all the invitation Roman needed. The invitation he’d been desperately hoping for. By Zoe’s cry of passion when he slid into her from behind, she’d been just as desperate. It was fast and hot, her tightness around him and her little gasps of pain whenever his hips connected with her reddened ass. They came to their shout of passion almost together. Pleasure flowed out from the core of Roman’s body. He felt so satisfied, almost wrung out. They hadn’t made it to midmorning coffee without him getting into bed with a boyfriend and a girlfriend. Once again, he blessed their new game.

    Afterwards, he cuddled Zoe for a long time on the bed. She made herself small and curled up on him. Her soft breath tickled his neck. She sighed gently whenever he stroked her back and sides. Roman’s satisfaction sweetened and became a glow of bliss.

    “Mr. Zabolotski.” Zoe said softly. “I have to potty, please.”

    Roman shivered. The bliss deepened as love and caring for his currently-Little girlfriend flooded him.

    “I’m not sure if it’s the correct time, but you were a very good girl for your spanking.” Roman said. “I’ll take you there now.”

    Zoe was still curled up when he carried her to the bathroom. She flinched a little to have her sore rear on the cold toilet seat. If it was the spanking, the game, or both, Roman didn’t know. What was sure was that Zoe was as docile and submissive as he’d ever seen her when he stood her up and wiped her clean. She stood still in front of the potty while Roman retrieved her pullup and clothes, passively letting him put her in them.

    When he lead her back to the living room, he even saw a bit of childish excitement in her eyes. Mentioning morning snack got a little skip out of her. Roman grinned, glad that he’d worked as hard as he had yesterday. He couldn’t see getting any work done today at all.

  • Polycule Daycare: Chapter 7

    Zoe squirmed on the play mat while Esmie rolled the dice. Her butt was still on fire from the paddling Roman had given her. It was enough to make her a little envious of the poofy mass of padding swaddling Esmie’s butt. The pullup Zoe had on was a badge of honor, though. She’d been surprised at how genuinely proud she’d been when Roman marked a smiley face on the calendar after he took her to use the potty.

    Caleb had patted her on the head too. It’d felt better than any of the times he’d patted her during their puppy play. It was hard to tell when the game had become so important. Zoe needed to be a good girl for her daddy and daycare teacher. She wanted to have fun with her baby girlfriend. Her current state was anything but the hot poly vixen their friends knew her as. Her outfit was shortalls, a thin shirt, and a pullup. She was on the floor munching on red licorice and watching Esmie move her game piece around a kid’s board game.

    It was heaven.

    “All done.” Esmie said.

    “You didn’t draw a card.” Zoe said.

    “Huh?”

    “You have to draw a card when you land on the yellow ones.”

    “Oh, oui.” Esmie drew a card and peered at it. “I think maybe papa has changed the game. This says I have to crawl on the hands and knees until dinner.”

    “Let me help you with that.” Roman said, grinning mischievously.

    Zoe watched curiously as he put a pair of fuzzy booties on Esmie’s feet. She was blushing already, holding her feet gingerly.

    “You girls need to read the card carefully.” Roman said. “That one is addressed to all players, not just the person drawing it.”

    “Huh?” Zoe looked nervously at Roman as he approached with another pair of booties. “Those don’t match my outfit.”

    “You’ll manage.” Roman said. “Be careful you don’t stand up in these. They’ll remind you that you need to crawl.”

    Roman turned the boot inside out. Zoe’s eyes widened. It had little pyramid-shaped bits of metal all along the insole. They weren’t really sharp, but they looked about as fun to step on as a Lego.

    “But it was Esmie’s card.” Zoe protested.

    “As I said, it affects all players.” Roman grinned. “You better make sure to help her with her cards. She’s not reading so well right now, you don’t want to end up with one that isn’t for all players.”

    With a minimum of grace, Zoe accepted the booties. They had leather straps around the ankles and locked with a padlock. They were also fuzzy and pink. She braced a foot on the floor and pushed to test the spikes. They were spikes alright. There wasn’t going to be any standing until those came off.

    “I’ll let you girls get back to your game.” Roman said.

    “Thanks so much.” Zoe said sourly.

    “Zoe!” Caleb said, in a warning tone.

    “Thank you, Mr. Zabolotski.” Zoe said, rolling her eyes.

    “Good girl.” Said Caleb and Roman both.

    Momentarily wrapped in warm fuzzies from being called a good girl, Zoe took her turn at the game. Her roll put her on a regular square but gave her the option to roll again. A second roll would put her in front of Esmie – but might also land her on a draw-space. Zoe decided to let it ride.

    “I am winning!” Esmie said, excitedly. She rolled again, bouncing her play piece several spaces forward. It was another draw-space.

    “I’ll read it this time.” Zoe said, pulling a card off the orange deck, to match the orange space on the board.

    “Thank you big sister.” Esmie said, snuggling her stuffed rabbit.

    “Another one for both of us.” Zoe said, reading the card with some relief. “Not as big an effect. We have to play patty-cake.”

    “Oh, I don’t know that one.” Esmie said.

    “I can teach you.”

    Zoe scooted over to Esmie and held her hands up. It took a few tries, but they managed to get through a full song without missing each other’s hands. Silly as it was, it felt like a real victory. Zoe gave her girlfriend an excited hug.

    Esmie smelled so good. The smell of her wet diaper was well covered by the powder. Vanilla went well with the smell of the French girl’s skin. Zoe nuzzled Esmie’s neck, kissed it, and escalated to a lick.

    “Oh.” Esmie breathed lustily.

    She had her hands under Zoe’s shirt in a flash, sending sexy shocks through Zoe when her nails lightly raked. Zoe went in for a kiss and was still far from needing to come up for air when Caleb interrupted them.

    “That’s enough girls! You two horny bunnies get back to your game.”

    “But daddy!” Zoe said, doing her best sexy squirm and flashing a bit of pullup. “We really like each other. You can still watch us.”

    “That’s exactly what I’m worried about.” Caleb said. “You two would be quite the distraction. Roman and I have to put in at least a little bit of work today.”

    Reluctantly, Zoe released her girlfriend and scooted back to the other side of the board. Esmie looked just as disappointed. Maybe there was some way to sneak off, or get sent to the nap area. Unfortunately, Zoe was out of plans. The boys were really closely watching them.

    As the game went on, more of the orange cards were revealed. None of them were as much of a doozy as the first one had been. They were great for keeping Zoe in the Little mindset, if she was being honest. Things like keeping a pacifier in for two turns, singing a nursery song, or crawling around the board three times were actually quite fun.

    They were nearing the end when Esmie landed on their first green draw-space of the game. Zoe had been eyeing the green deck for a while, a little nervous about what it might hold. Esmie didn’t seem to have the same concern. She drew the top card and handed it to Zoe without so much as glancing at it.

    Zoe had to read the card three times to be sure of what it said. Even then she looked at Roman hesitantly.

    “Um, Mr. Zabolotski?” Zoe asked. “This green card says um, that the person who draws it gets an oatmeal diaper.”

    “Who drew it?” Roman asked.

    “I did, papa!” Esmie said. “What does it mean?”

    “I’ll show you. Wait there.” Roman investigated the little crock pot that was sitting on the counter.

    As the card’s full meaning dawned on Zoe, she squirmed with embarrassment. “Isn’t this um, a lot for a card from a game?”

    “You’re not wearing a diaper, so it wouldn’t have applied to you.” Caleb said. “Unless you’d had an accident by now and been put in one.”

    Zoe squirmed. It still seemed like a lot. She hoped that Roman was going to thoroughly explain things to Esmie. She also hoped she’d get to watch her girlfriend as the card’s effect was – applied.

    Roman returned with a pastry bag of oatmeal. He crouched down by Esmie, kissing her gently. “This is going into your diaper, my love.”

    “But, won’t that be – feel strange?” Esmie asked.

    “It’s going to feel like something very specific. Like you’ve had a messy accident.”

    Esmie’s jaw dropped. She’d finally figured it out. Zoe watched in fascination. There was a good chance Esmie would safeword over this. Zoe would have already safeworded over it.

    “But papa, that will feel nasty.” Esmie said, giggling.

    Giggling? She was still feeling playful about it? Zoe stared at her girlfriend in surprise.

    “It will. Get on your hands and knees hon.”

    Esmie obeyed immediately. She was missing out on some prime bratting opportunities. Zoe couldn’t believe that Esmie wasn’t at least dragging her heels.

    Roman pulled open the back of Esmie’s diaper and inserted the cut-end of the pastry bag. It was happening. There was a soft, yet infinitely disturbing squelching sound as the oatmeal flowed out. Esmie made a terrible contorted face with her tongue sticking out.

    “It feels…” Esmie blinked, but never got the rest of the sentence out.

    Her diaper was hanging heavy and dark. It looked pretty thoroughly used. The effect was disturbingly accurate. Roman sat Esmie back on her butt, making her grimace again. The diaper squished outward. Zoe had to look away.

    “You alright, Little Girl?” Caleb asked. He’d squatted by Zoe while she was mesmerized by Esmie’s diaper, apparently. She hadn’t noticed anything other than the spectacle.

    “That’s a lot. Are you going to do that to me?” Zoe asked nervously.

    “For you that’d be a punishment. A really big punishment, after you’d done something that you knew was really bad.”

    Zoe gulped. She could feel limits bracketing her behavior now. If punishments like that were in play, she was going to be careful about how bratty she got. Plus, she was chasing the good-girl high now.

    “I’ll be good, daddy. I’ll be your best girl.”

    “You’re always my best girl.” Caleb said, lovingly.

    “I’m naughty sometimes.” Zoe said. “I want to be good for you and Mr. Zabolotski. I really do.”

    “Really? I thought you liked being bratty and naughty sometimes.”

    “I did but, I want to be good. For you. Am I a good girl?”

    “You are SUCH a good girl.” Caleb said, pulling Zoe in for a kiss.

    She clung to him, pressing against Caleb in total surrender. They both ended the kiss with pink cheeks.

    “That was intense, for no build-up.” Caleb said. “You really like being a good Little girl, don’t you?”

    “Yes Daddy.” Zoe said. A quick squirm got her straddling one of Caleb’s legs. She rubbed her padded crotch against it, holding his gaze.

    “What would you say to being a Little girl even outside of daycare?” Caleb asked.

    “Same as I am now?” Zoe asked. “Like we’ve been in the mornings?”

    “We could keep working on your potty training.” Caleb said. “Make sure it’s consistent.”

    “Yes please Daddy.” Zoe said. “I think I need the padded panties all the time. In case I have an accident. You’ll help me get to the potty, right?”

    It was amazing to watch a lusty fire ignite in her boyfriend’s eyes. He had Zoe on her back on the play mat before he remembered that he shouldn’t take her on the spot. She was merciless, draping her arms above her head and spreading her legs, submissively offering herself. Zoe delighted to see real struggle on Caleb’s face. A bit of hip wiggle forced him to pin her waist to the mat.

    “I’ll do anything for you, daddy.” Zoe said.

    “Goddamn.” Caleb said through a heavy sigh. He managed to pull himself off Zoe and gave her hip a smack. “Esmie’s getting changed. You don’t want to miss it.”

    Zoe turned her head and was again mesmerized. This time by her girlfriend’s messy butt. The oatmeal looked way less like a messy accident on skin than it did through a diaper, but it had some resemblance! Some brown food coloring or chocolate powder would have put it into really uncomfortable territory.

    Tearing her eyes away from the diaper change, Zoe watched her boyfriend and girlfriend’s faces. There was magic there. She’d never seen such a tender, loving expression on Roman’s face before. Esmie had never looked so vulnerable and submissive before, at least not that Zoe had seen. They hadn’t even noticed Caleb nearly mounting her. They were in their own little world. It was heartbreakingly sweet.

    Esmie’s change marked the end of the game. Nobody had won, but Esmie was in no condition to play. Apparently Esmie’s headspace had room for sucking her thumb and snuggling her stuffie, but not much else. Zoe snuggled her girlfriend a little, but wasn’t sleepy or Little enough to zone out with her.

    Looking at the clock, it was pretty close to a potty check time. Zoe got up – and promptly got back down on her knees. Those booties had her attention now! She hadn’t thought she’d forget them when they had been put on, but she certainly wasn’t going to forget them again.

    Crawling instead, she made her way over to Caleb and tugged his pant leg. “Daddy, I need help with the potty.”

    “One sec hon, I need to finish this email.”

    Unacceptable. Zoe wanted attention. Even more than that, she wanted a slice of what Esmie had right now. Just a slice though. Not enough completely zone out. Letting herself sink into the mindset more, Zoe tugged Caleb’s pantleg again.

    “Daddy, potty!”

    Caleb looked at her in surprise. Zoe squirmed a bit, faking a potty dance. Actually, she did have to go. The potty dance was perversely upping the pressure as it reminded her body of times she had been desperate.

    “Alright, if you have to go, you have to go.”

    Crawling behind Caleb to the bathroom was embarrassing, in a good way. She’d thought it would remind her of the puppy play, but it only reinforced what she’d already been feeling. By the time they reached the toilet, she was a little annoyed at daddy for not carrying her.

    “Daddy, up!” Zoe pointed at the potty.

    It was supposed to be a cute addition to the game, until Zoe realized she actually couldn’t get to her feet with the booties on. She didn’t just have to crawl, she couldn’t use the toilet without someone’s help either.

    Caleb slung her over his forearm and lifted her bent-over. He took down her pullup and set her on the toilet. She kept her feet gingerly on the floor, making sure to not put weight on them. It was a pretty big tinkle she made. More than a tinkle, honestly, but surely tinkle was the word for what a cute girl like her did on the potty.

    “All done!” Zoe declared proudly.

    “Are you sure?” Caleb said. “Let’s leave you on there for a few more minutes to be sure.”

    Blushing again, Zoe sat under Caleb’s gaze. She was feeling a bit fuzzy-headed. The stinging on her butt from the morning’s spanking only made the fuzziness worse. Another tinkle, with an actual tinkle noise, hit the water.

    “See? It’s a good thing Daddy was looking out for you, or you’d have a sad face on your potty chart.”

    Zoe gazed up at Caleb. Pure love flooded her, sending warm fuzzies out from her heart. Those fuzzies multiplied the ditzy feeling in her head. She giggled happily.

    “You always look out for me Daddy. I love you.”

    Caleb had to wipe away some tears before he wiped Zoe clean. She clung to him way more than was necessary to keep her feet off the spikes. When her pullup was back on, she kept her grip.

    “Up Daddy! Up!”

    He couldn’t usually carry her in a princess carry, but he was more than strong enough to carry her when she had her arms and legs wrapped around him. Zoe sighed happily and nuzzled Caleb’s collarbone.

    “Can you take a little break Daddy?” Zoe asked. “To play with me?”

    “What would we play?” Caleb asked, his voice husky.

    “That’s for Daddy to decide.” Zoe said. “I’d be the toy.”

    “I can take a break.” Caleb said decisively.

    In the time it took for a single, “Wheee!” Zoe was on her back on their bed. Caleb was tearing his clothes off. He was so pretty and sexy, all long and lean and strong. Zoe squirmed just enough to get her shirt half off and her shortall straps down.

    “Daddy I’m stuck. You have to help me with my clothes.”

    Caleb was on top of her immediately. The first thing was a kiss, a hard, passionate kiss that pressed her into the bed. There was something else hard too, pressing her thigh through her shortalls. He released her, gasping.

    “Come on Daddy! Play with your toy!” Zoe said, wiggling.

    “What kind of toy are you?”

    “I’m a doll.” Zoe said, slipping into the make-believe easily, despite how turned on she was. “The kind of doll that does whatever you say.”

    “Sit up, Zoe. On your knees.”

    Zoe got up, letting her shortalls fall to her waist. A weird but welcome combination of sub-space and little-space sharpened her focus. There was only Daddy – Caleb, and herself. The bed was barely in her awareness. Nothing outside of it registered. Caleb pulled her shirt up and off. She was a pliable noodle, offering just enough help to make it easy.

    “Kiss daddy’s chest. Start at the top.”

    “Yes Daddy.”

    Zoe worked little kisses down Caleb, tasting the lightly salty skin. He had his hands on her head for some non-verbal directions once she was low enough. His hardness hit the back of her throat in time to a lusty grunt from deep in his chest. She took it like an obedient doll. She was an obedient doll. There was freedom in letting go of Zoe and being a good dolly.

    Time and the order of things got a bit mixed up from there. It didn’t really matter what had just happened, only what command the doll had most recently been given. There were touches and tight holds. She tasted Caleb and was tasted by him.

    The sheer intensity of feeling full brought Zoe back to more linear time. Her head was resting on her spiked booties like a pillow. Caleb had her folded in half and was all the way inside her. There was nowhere to go, nothing to do but moan and feel him everywhere. His weight was pressing her down, his thickness was stretching her out, his hands were controlling her wrists.

    Zoe screamed in ecstasy, tightening even more around Caleb. He wasn’t done. She shuddered with several more thrusts that slapped his hips into her sore thighs. The world was hot, breathless, and drowning in pleasure.

    There really was a moment when she couldn’t breathe, when he strained against her and filled her while letting out a cry of his own. The moment passed without fear. Zoe basked in afterglow and absolute trust in her daddy as she unfolded slowly. There was a trickle between her legs and a big warm sweaty body next to her. Zoe squirmed as much into that warmth as she could go.

    “That was – amazing.” Caleb gasped. “If you need a break…”

    “Daddy.” Zoe interrupted. The word break was a nasty piece of ice in her warm floating feelings. “Daddy you hafta clean me up before you put my panties back on. I don’t want it to look like I had an accident.”

    Caleb hesitated. He crushed Zoe in his arms. She exhaled into it to get the full, ultimate squeeze.

    “Don’t worry, Little Girl. Daddy will take care of everything.”

    “Am I a good girl?” Zoe asked.

    “You are a very good girl. An extraordinary girl.”

    Zoe shuddered. She was fuzzy all over, like she was drunk. “I want to be your good girl always.”

    “You’re such a good girl.” Caleb said. “Daddy is so proud of you.”

    Another big shiver ran down Zoe’s back. There wasn’t a separation between them at all. She breathed with Caleb’s breath. Her heart beat with his. They were the one of them.

    When the break finally ended, there was no question of bratting, of resistance, of questioning. Zoe did everything she was told to do, instantly, without processing what it was. It was like watching a movie of herself, carrying out actions she remembered but wasn’t directing.

    Daddy dressed her in a cute corduroy dress. She was super glad to get a pullup on and asked Daddy to make sure that he put a star on the calendar for her. They were halfway down the hall, walking hand in hand before she realized he’d taken off the booties.

    Roman looked a little more disheveled than he had before. Esmie was napping in just a diaper. Zoe giggled and smiled at him. They were all having so much fun sex!

    Since Esmie wasn’t available to play, Caleb sat Zoe at the table next to him and had her color. She had specific assignments, like coloring everything in rainbow order. Happily, she colored in all the red first, then the orange, and so on. When the picture was done, she was a good girl again. It made her happy from her heart all the way down to her pullup.

    It took a long time to come all the way up from being Little. They were supposed to be big during dinner, but Zoe didn’t feel big until dinner was over. She’d insisted on keeping her pullup on, and was glad she had. Esmie was totally out of her little stuff, in regular clothes and no diaper at all. Even so, she was struggling too.

    The little edge of Little-ness felt good. Zoe kept her chair scooted close to Daddy’s. Dessert brought sigh and a stretch out of her.

    “I think I’ll have some later.” Zoe said. “Thanks though.”

    “You’re back.” Caleb said. “How are you feeling?”

    “Content.” Zoe said. “Today was the best thing we’ve ever done.”

    “It wasn’t too intense?” Roman said.

    “No.” Zoe said.

    “It was very intense for me.” Esmie said. “I liked it, but I feel too much in the middle. I want to be less intense, or to make an agree that we will change to lifestyle.”

    “We’ve talked about extending things a bit.” Roman said. “Lifestyle is a big jump though.”

    “Zoe and I have too. Do you want to share what we’ve considered?”

    “Caleb is going to be my daddy and I’ll be his good girl.” Zoe said. “He’s going to help me potty train and take care of me.”

    Caleb blinked. “That’s not what – are you still in the mindset?”

    “No, I’m all here.” Zoe said. “But what we talked about after sex today, and last night, that’s where we are. Isn’t it?”

    “I’m not saying I don’t want that, but we didn’t have a discussion today, we had afterglow-talk while you were still Little.”

    “Esmie.” Zoe said, ignoring Caleb for a moment. “Is Roman your boyfriend or your papa?”

    “Papa.” Esmie said with a soft smile. “I want to be the little girl that is taken care of.”

    “We have to talk about this more.” Caleb said. “There’s a lot involved in going lifestyle.”

    “Especially since moving in has been floated…” Roman said, a smug look on his face like he’d scored a big conversational point.

    “That doesn’t matter.” Zoe said, deeply enjoying bursting Roman’s bubble. “Not if Esmie and I are clear on our roles, and your role is to make decisions like we’re children.”

    “That’s not how we’ve done thing before.” Caleb said. “I want to be sure that we’re being respectful and that everyone knows what’s expected of them.”

    “I think it’s pretty clear what’s expected of me.” Zoe said. “Doing what daddy says, working on my potty training, and being a good girl at daycare. Esmie, do you know what you’re supposed to do?”

    “I am the baby one.” Esmie said shyly. “I don’t understand the potty. I will do what papa says.”

    “Girls, slow down.” Roman said.

    “Do you want to write up a big boring contract and have us read and sign it?” Zoe asked. “Or do you want to get Esmie in a diaper before she pees all over her chair?”

    Roman squirmed in his chair. Zoe grinned. She’d got him!

    “Zoe, we’re still lacking a talk on scope. You’re really prepared to submit to me like a child? That doesn’t mean just pullups and daycare. It could also mean correcting your behavior, choosing your activities and hobbies, it could even mean treating you like a child in public.”

    “I’m sure you wouldn’t involve people in our kink without their consent.” Zoe said. “The rest of that stuff is fine. I’m a good girl, I don’t need much correcting.”

    “You may change your mind after I get strict with you.” Caleb said. “Everything from you leaving your socks on the bedroom floor to how you talk about our friends is fair game if I take you at what you’re saying.”

    “I might not always be perfect.” Zoe said, feeling herself falling Little again. “But you’ll help me, right Daddy? Teach me to be a good girl?”

    It was Caleb’s turn to squirm and adjust his pants.

    “Esmie, are YOU sure about this?” Roman asked. “You are talking about submitting in a way that makes you helpless in a lot of ways. It will be very intense.”

    Esmie blushed profusely. Zoe watched her, confused. The confusion ended when liquid splashed on the tile floor. It was a loud sound in the shocked silence at the table.

    “Papa, I have the accident.” Esmie whimpered.

    “It’s okay. I’ll take care of it.” Roman said.

    “Daddy! It’s Friday. When Esmie gets cleaned up, can we have a sleepover? Please? Please Daddy, please?! We’ve been really good girls.” Zoe put her hand on Caleb’s thigh and batted her eyes in the cutest expression she could manage.

    “I think that could be arranged.” He took Zoe’s chin in his hand. “You’re my Little girl?”

    “And you’re my daddy!” Zoe said brightly. “So we can play? Everybody together in the same bed?”

    “Only after you go to the potty.” Caleb said. “I don’t want you getting so excited while we play that you have an accident.”

    “Oh!” Zoe opened her eyes wide. It was for effect, but she felt herself getting genuinely excited as she did it. “Does that mean I’ll be playing with no panties on?”

    “Yes it does.” Caleb laughed.

    Roman laughed too, as he mopped up Esmie’s chair and the floor with a washcloth.

    “I think the girls have made their decision, Caleb.”

    “Since you’re staying over, the two of us can do details over coffee.”

    Zoe grinned and bounced in her chair. Esmie beamed back at her. That’d teach the boys to get all high and mighty! Now Roman and Caleb were stuck with all the boring stuff, while she and Esmie had what they wanted. What they needed. Little Girls together with their daddies.