Chapter 30
CHAPTER 30
My eyes fluttered open when I heard a coffee grinder somewhere in the distance. I looked at the clock and it read seven thirty. Thanks to the dark curtains, the grinder was the only reason I knew it was morning, but knowing the time of day didn’t help me make sense of anything else.
The bed was way too comfortable to be the hotel’s.
The bedroom was too spacious to be mine.
It was too warm to be a dungeon.
And it smelled way too good to be a serial killer’s house.
I wiggled in the bed to find my ass still tender, and crinkly, and the night before began to come back to me.
I blinked my surroundings into focus and quickly discovered I was still tucked snugly into Esme’s bed. The night before, I'd been so tired I’d barely made it through dinner. I’d been ready for bed before we’d ever gotten to the kitchen and he’d tucked me in for the night before eight. I thought I’d woken up a few times between then and now, but I must have been more exhausted than I’d thought if I’d slept so long.
Elle was under my cheek and I’d lost my pacifier at some point during the night, but that didn’t surprise me. Esme had clipped it to my pajama shirt anyway. The new pajama shirt he’d bought, just like the matching bottoms he’d slipped up my legs and over my diaper after he’d changed me when he’d come to bed.
I groaned in embarrassment as the memory returned fully and my hips rocked into the thick material between my legs. It was dry but my bladder was full. There was nothing to be done about it at the moment because, despite my embarrassment, my cock was hard as a fucking steel pole and I wasn’t going to be able to take a piss in this state.
Even knowing I was diapered and still at Esme’s, I wasn’t ready to get out of my pajamas and didn’t feel particularly big either. There had been a promise of playtime the night before and I hadn’t gotten it. But I had to work later, so I was going to have to find my big side soon enough. Until it was absolutely necessary, though, I was content being little-ish a while longer.
Sighing, I rolled out of bed and shuffled to the door, still holding Elle in my hands and mentally figuring out if I could find time to be little later in the day. I’d barely made it to the steps when Esme’s head popped around the corner below.
“Good morning, sleepyhead. How are you feeling today?”
My diaper swished and crinkled under my pajama bottoms as I headed downstairs. It spoke to where my head was at when I wasn’t embarrassed in the slightest. I nodded around a yawn. “Hungry.”
He waited until I’d made it down the steps before holding out a hand for me to take. “Not surprising. You crashed hard last night. I’ve got breakfast made for you, though.”
“Seriously?” It was so early and he’d made me breakfast.
Would it be wrong to propose?
Esme didn’t say anything and led me to the kitchen where a dinosaur-shaped plastic plate filled with scrambled eggs, French toast, and sausage links had been placed.
“Pinch me now, please.”
I got a blank stare. “What?”
“I’m convinced I’ve died… or I’m still dreaming. Because there’s food and it looks so good.”
He lifted a shoulder. “I like breakfast. There have been many breakfast-for-dinner days in my time.”
I wasn’t going to complain and climbed up on the chair to eat. I took a moment to appreciate the effort he’d gone through to find a fun-shaped plate and a matching sippy cup for me. I couldn’t see what was inside of the cup through the heavy blue plastic, but I was certain it wasn’t the coffee Esme had been making when I’d woken up.
And really, I was fine with no coffee. It didn’t sound appealing when I wasn’t feeling particularly big. I’d just need some before I started work if I wanted a shot at getting through the day.
We ate in relative silence until breakfast was done and then I picked up my cup to drink.
“Ms. Donna is bringing Chloe and Stank over in a few minutes, but do you need to be changed first?”
I shook my head. My bladder was fuller than it had been when I’d woken up, but there was no way I could bring myself to use it around Esme. I’d be heading upstairs to get ready for work in a few minutes anyway. I’d survive, if only barely. The apple juice in my cup wasn’t going to help matters, but I’d be in the bathroom before it made my current situation more desperate.
Esme glanced at his phone before looking back at me. “Then you can go play for a few minutes while I get the monsters from Ms. Donna.” He gestured toward a room in the back of the house.
I blinked in confusion and hadn’t moved yet when the doorbell rang.
Esme shook his head. “She must be early. I’ll be right back.”
He was gone before I could tell him I needed to get ready for work, not go play. Besides, what would I play with here? It wasn’t like I had much more than my magnetic dinosaurs at home that he could have grabbed.
A commotion at the front of the house pulled me from my thoughts and I listened as Esme talked to his old landlady-turned-pet-sitter while his pets came inside. I heard her saying something about them having eaten and Chloe being excited about being home.
Chloe must have smelled my breakfast because she came galloping into the kitchen, her nose leading the way. She barely paused before levering herself up on her hind legs and planting her front paws on the side of my chair. The sudden additional weight tipped my chair sideways and I just got my feet under me before the chair clattered to the floor.
“You okay?” Esme yelled out from the front of the house.
“Fine!” I yelled back, attempting to bend over and right my chair. Chloe forgot all about the food on the counter and focused her attention on me, or more accurately the pacifier dangling from my shirt by its ribbon.
Since I was still crouching, Chloe had no problem pushing me backward onto the ground. “Chloe!” I half yelped, half giggled as she nosed up my chest on her way to the pacifier.
I was only vaguely aware of Esme telling his old neighbor goodbye and the door clicking shut before he made it into the living room. “Chloe St. Claire! Down!” Esme’s stern voice from the doorway did nothing to deter her. She had no interest in listening to him and pinned me down by lying across my stomach while she nibbled on my pacifier.
Her front paw hit my bladder and I squirmed uncomfortably. “Ch-Chloe! I need to pee!” I tried to wiggle away from her, but she decided we were playing a game and made happy chirping noises as she continued to explore my pacifier.
“Chloe! Behave. Let Jake up.”
His words fell on deaf, albeit adorable, ears as she continued to work her way up my body. With her entire weight on my lower stomach, my bladder—persistent but not urgent before Chloe pinned me to the ground—gave up the fight.
I lay on the floor in the kitchen, a capybara on top of me, and wet my diaper helplessly. The only way the situation would have been more embarrassing was if I hadn’t been wearing a diaper at all. I groaned and covered my face with my hands as my bladder continued to empty into the diaper, taking it from soft and dry to thick and heavy between my legs and quickly soaking the part under my ass as well.
“Are you okay?” Esme asked, his voice way closer to my head than it should have been.
Peeking out from behind my hands, I saw his face next to mine, studying me with genuine concern.
I waved him away. “Fine, fine. I’m just going to die of embarrassment. Please leave me in peace. Just make sure my headstone leaves out the part where the cause of death was embarrassment from peeing myself.”
Esme started laughing harder than I’d have ever expected. “You’re wearing a diaper. I’m the one who diapered you last night. I’m also the one who brought a bottle up for you when I came to bed at eleven. It was bound to need to be changed sooner rather than later.”
From his laughter and amusement at my predicament, he wasn’t repulsed by me wetting my diaper. I dropped my hands enough to be able to see him clearly. He sat down next to my head, looking ridiculously sexy in a pair of gray chinos and a soft-looking red sweater, and all I could do was be glad one of us found this funny. He stood up and gripped Chloe’s harness. “Up ya get, brat. Stop embarrassing Jake. And let his binkie go.”
I rolled my eyes. “Too late now. Thanks, though.” I looked at the soggy ribbon and my blue and red pacifier Chloe had been chewing on. “She’s welcome to keep it.”
With Chloe off me, Esme held out his hand. “Come on. Let’s get you up and changed. Then we can go explore the back room together. And I guess you need a new binkie too.”
There was too much my brain was struggling to sort out from the last few minutes while also being confused about how easy he’d made everything sound to be shocked that he was leading me to his room to change me or question when my pacifier had become a binkie.
In his room, he led me directly to the bed and I was already lying down with Elle in my hands before I knew he’d grabbed her off the kitchen counter. He then turned to Chloe and pointed at the door. “Out. Jake doesn’t need an audience.”
Chloe whimpered as he led her to the door and shut it behind her. He turned to me, rolling his eyes. “She’s so dramatic. And believe me, if I didn’t shut her out of here, she’d be in bed, making a mess of the blankets and sheets.” He bent down, unhooked my pacifier and the ribbon from my shirt, and set to work switching it with a new one. “I guess it’s a good thing we brought extras here.” He even had a diaper already on the bed. As soon as the ribbon was clipped to my shirt, he turned his attention to my pants. “Okay, fresh diaper, then we can go play.”
It all seemed so normal for him and my brain was struggling to figure out if I should be big or little. Wait, work ! Groaning around my pacifier and trying to force my warm, snuggly little side away, I pulled my pacifier from my mouth and started to shake my head. “Work.”
“We’re off today.”
I blinked, his statement pulling me to full alertness. “What?”
Esme laughed and pulled out his phone. He tapped a few times, then read from the screen. “From Blaise at nine thirty-six last night… and I quote. If I see either of you in the building tomorrow, I ’ m suspending you both. Easton filled me in on what Jake ’ s been through this week. There are no games tomorrow and no concerts. Enjoy the day off.”
My mouth flapped open and closed while Esme pocketed the phone with a triumphant smile on his face before leaning forward and popping my pacifier back in my mouth. “There were a few other texts about your boss at the station agreeing you don’t take enough personal time and you have more time saved up than is healthy. Easton texted as well. He said if you didn’t have enough time off, everyone was willing to say you were at the arena for the rest of the week.” As he spoke, he worked my pants down my legs and off my feet and was already reaching for the tapes on my diaper.
“Easton and Brax would make good Daddies too.”
Esme had my diaper untaped and was wiping my skin clean when he finally spoke. “Does that mean you think I make a good Daddy?”
I knew my cheeks flushed at his question and I pushed my pacifier to the side to be heard more easily. “So far you have.”
“Good.” He used a second wipe and finished cleaning me before folding the diaper and setting it to the side. He had already unfolded the new diaper when he began to speak again. “I think Brax already is a Daddy, and I’m not sure of this but I think Easton might be some form of Daddy or Dom.”
Lying on the bed with my pacifier and a clean diaper and knowing work was not in the cards for today, I found myself giggling at his assessment. My adult brain would have found talking about my coworkers being Daddies strange. My little brain didn’t find anything weird about it. “I think you’re right. Maybe I can make new friends.”
Esme pulled my pajama pants back on and hummed thoughtfully. “Maybe so. But we can figure that out later. Let’s go see what we can get up to downstairs.”
I nodded and let him pull me upright. He was so confident about the toys downstairs and me getting to play, I could only assume he knew something I didn’t. No matter what awaited me downstairs, I was freed from the worry of work and being an adult and was finally able to let my little side take hold. I didn’t want to worry about everything else going on in my life.
He took my hand and directed me back down the steps, through the kitchen, and to a space, one I couldn’t quite tell what it had been used for before. What I could tell was it was freshly painted in a soft gray with plush carpet and a gorgeous fireplace in the center of the far wall. The furniture looked cozy, almost like it would swallow me up if I sat on it, and the table in the center of the room was too expansive to be a coffee table… It was the perfect size to sit on the floor in front of it, though.
The bookcases and shelves along the walls were empty, and the windows lacked any coverings, which allowed me to see his entire backyard. A backyard including a pond, a bunch of trees, and a… “Is that a chicken coop?” I used Elle to point at the little shed at the back of the property.
Esme stepped up behind me, crowding my space and letting me step back into his arms. “Yeah. That’s what the listing agent said. I hadn’t really thought about it, though.”
I bounced in place. “I’ve always wanted chickens!” I turned around to look at him and was met with his chest and the soft sweater covering it. His smell and broad chest did nothing but make me feel safe and protected as I continued to plan future animals. “Can we get chickens?”
He gave me a surprised look but schooled it quickly and the surprise was replaced with a genuine smile. “We’ll talk about it later. For now, let’s see what we can fill these shelves with, shall we?”
I looked around the room, once again reminded of the lack of items. “With what?”