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Polycule Daycare: Chapter 7
🕑 Added 2022-07-20 16:00:09 +0000 UTCThis concludes the first Polycule Daycare story. I'm sure we'll get back to this horny crew in due time. :)
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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.
End of Book 1
Comments
Take-charge babygirls! What do we want? Snuggles! When do we want it? Snacks!
Super cute ending! So many warm fuzzies 🥰😇
I'm not sure, I have a few ideas but haven't made a decision yet. I guess I should run a poll!
Now that your finished with this story for now what’s next?
I never gave specifics. They do something that can be done remotely at home on a laptop. That describes a lot of jobs. In my mind Caleb probably is in software engineering and Roman is some kind of manager.
Well in Zoe’s case a Pull Up. Proving you don’t have to wear a diaper to be a Little. I’m glad you mentioned Zoe being proud of her Pull Ups. Makes me think she doesn’t want to wear diapers. It also makes her accidents more believable if she has any. If the group plans on taking their play outside the daycare Book 2 should be interesting. Is really even play anymore? Sounds to me like it’s becoming a lifestyle. It opens the door for new adventures that’s for sure. Have you touched on what Roman and Caleb do for a living? If you have and I’ve missed it I’m sorry.
Oh yeah, the girls turned it around on them at the end for sure! They have the tiger by the tail now... or the Little by the Diaper? :D
Very good chapter. I look forward to Book 2. I’d say Roman and Caleb have no idea what they created or at least didn’t know the girls would take the game this far.
