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Polycule Daycare: Chapter 3
🕑 Added 2022-05-18 15:51:14 +0000 UTC“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.
