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Mr. D was waiting outside the building in a white convertible with silver rims and a pair of fuzzy dice hanging on the mirror. He was taking Angel out to eat today and then helping her go to some sort of special training because she has been doing an amazing job at the daycare. It had only been a week, but Angel found herself settling into the schedule, making more time for her studies, which seemed to have gotten more difficult lately. She decided to dress up a little for her outing with Mr.D. She wore a cute pink top that was held up by a tie at the back of her neck. Angel loved this shirt because it pushed up her boobs nicely and exposed her back. She also wore a pretty little white skirt, white stockings, and pink flower earrings. She had her hair pushed back with a simple headband, her bangs left out to frame her face. Angel really hoped this outfit would help Mr. D see her as more than just a student or a silly baby, but as a woman. Although compared to him, she guessed she was much younger than the elf. Mr. D looked her up and down before spinning his finger in a twirling motion. Angel giggled and spun in a circle for him, preening at his claps.
“Come on, Angel, we can look at your clothes later, we have lunch plans to get to” Mr. D said, opening the door from his seat. Angel slipped in and buckled up before looking over expectantly at Mr. D, her mouth opening obediently for her treat. Instead of her usual sweet, Mr. D placed two fingers into her open mouth and pushed down. Angel quickly closed her mouth around the fingers and held them there. Mr. D said nothing but just looked at her expectantly, pushing his fingers deeper in her mouth. Angel hesitantly started sucking his fingers. Only once Mr. D’s fingers were thoroughly licked did he take them back. Angel just sat there dumbly, mouth slightly open. After a second, she snapped out of it, and she shifted in her seat, trying to get comfortable. Mr. D turned on the radio, and it played some cheesy Pixie Pop music that Angel had heard before. She hummed along and finally relaxed. As she was looking at the passing trees and plants, she felt a hand land on her thigh.
In the past few days, Mr. D has become a lot more handsy with her. It started small, with him helping her change her diaper while Ms. Mommy was giving a demonstration. He had spent a long time lingering on her ass even after it was surely clean. He pulled and pushed her ass together a couple of times before he grabbed the diaper and cleaned her up. Angel only blushed quietly and never brought it up; she couldn't help but feel ecstatic at the touch of Mr. D. It continued like this for a while, slowly escalating. One time, Angel was making dinner on the stove when she felt two hands cup her tits. She gasped and looked up to see Mr.D standing there nonchalantly looking over her shoulder.
“Ahh- Mr. D?” Angel gasped, hands reaching up to grab his hands.
“Focus,” Was all he said before pinching at her nipples. He continued to fondle and pinch her until her meal was done. When she finished, he leaned down and grabbed a spoonful of her dish.
“Thank you for the food, Angel,” He said, turning away and walking back down the hall. And once again, Angel couldn't help but just stand there and wish for more. This little touching game had continued, so when Angel felt a hand cup her inner thigh, she just sat there wishing she could close her legs and keep his hand close to her.
When they got to the restaurant, Angel couldn’t believe her eyes. Mr. D had only told her he had a prior lunch reservation, but she thought he meant some small chain like Apple Buzz or Fin and Out. But standing before her was a very elegant-looking steak restaurant. A large golem stood at the entrance, seeming to be the host. Mr. D just showed him his ID, and the golem, who was named Marble, led them to a far table in the back of the restaurant. It was a booth seat in the corner with dark red drapes framing the seat. Angel was stunned and just followed Mr. D to the booth. She and Mr. D had scooched inward so only a couple of inched that separated them. A shime hand away. Marble started to name off the specials, but Mr. D only waved him off.
“Tell Chef Obi Drayven wants a special.” Marble nodded and quickly hurried off.
Angel sat uncomforablly in the booth. Mr. D just say there and looked at Angel while Marble ran off to get their order. He just kept looking. Angel couldn't help but want him to touch her. She craved the small touches. They gave her hope. Hope that maybe Mr. D might actually like her as more than just a desperate student. It was bad enough that she owed her new home and job to him, but she also had a raging crush on the man.
“Angel, look at me please,” Mr D finally said, his eye creasing into a smirk.
“Why so tense, hun? You seem stressed, and I can't help but want to make sure you're alright,” The Elf said, reaching across the booth and grabbing her hand.
“Oh Im fine, sorry…. I.. I was thinking,” Angel said, ducking her head to the side.
“Penny for your thoughts?” His hand left hers and moved to tip her head to look at him. Gods, she was only thinking about boning the man, no way she would ever admit that. She only floundered and turned into a blushy mess.
“Oh, maybe you had some naughty thoughts? I've heard humans have a high libido, but only because I touched you, tch. What a good girl.” Angel couldn't believe what she heard. Surely that had to be crossing some sort of line; she was only a human after all. All she could do was squirm and try not to show how much she loved his touch. Marble soon returned with two drinks, one a sweet, pink, creamy drink, which was placed in front of Angel and a dark golden liquid in a glass for Mr. D. Mr. D just smiled at her amd moved his fingerd to tilt her head toward the drink.
“Go on, it was made just for you,” He said taking a sip of his own drink. Angel tried to shake off the shivers still coursing through her. As soon as she had a sip if the drink she couldnt help but squeal with delight. It tasted similar to a popular cafe drink from her town. She started to sip on the strawberry coconut drink finding herself focused on her drink. Marble said a few things to Mr. D but Angel found it hard to concentrate on what they were saying. She found she actually didnt care about what they wew saying. All she cared about was what Mr. D said so why listen to anything else.
The food had finally arrived. She didn't know why, but she was starving. She has finished her drink only moment prior. If anything she thought she would feel more full. Two large steaks landed on the table along with 3 bowls of mashed potatoes, all covered in butter and sour cream. Steakhouse fries as well as 10 juicy angus bacon cheeseburgers. There were also mozzarella sticks and cheese curds, all kept piping hot on rune plates. Surely that wasn't all for them. But as she looked at the decadent feast, she couldn't help but groan as her stomach grumbled loudly in the booth next to Mr. D. Angel sat there taking it all in while Mr. D started to cut up one of the steaks. He lifted the chunk of medium-rare meat to her mouth, and Angel could only open her mouth obediently. And that's how it went. Mr. D would give her bite after bite. She only started to notice the slight heavy feeling in her stomach halfway through her fourth burger. She let out a small burp and gasped in shock
“I'm so so sorry, sir, that was so gross,” Angel said, turning away from the man. Mr D only paused for a moment before he reached over and grabbed the woman, bringing her to sit in his lap. He adjusted her to have a hand below her boobs and the other pat her back, helping the girl let out a series of burps.
“Aw, see now, doesn't that feel better, angel?” He said, turning her to look at him. She only blushed maddly and put her hand up to cover her face. Little did she know how badly Mr.D just wanted to fuck her over this table right to hear her moan. Something about this human was just intoxicating to him. After a couple of strategically placed pinches and pokes, the woman was convinced to let her hands down. And continue her feast, only this time as she took another bit of food, she felt a palm rub her right over her pussy and grind down on her clit. Angel shook with pleasure and crashed into Mr. D’s side.
God, that was so fucking cute. After she recovered from the first rub it only continued. For every bite, she was played with. It was always subtle enough that any person who passed by couldn't quite make out what they were doing beyond the curtains. Angel was still hungry. It was like when you smoke too much weed and have the munchies to the extreme. Even though you know you're getting full, you can't quite feel it. She was just still hungry. And horny. God, she was horny. All the touches only helped her eat more. She moaned around a mouthful of fluffy mashed potatoes and cried out.
“Watta please,” She said, making grabbing hands at the table. Mr D read her intent and brought a large cover glass to her. It was pink, and why was it covered? It looked as if the drink could withstand being tossed around. Mr D gave the cup over to her and let her drink from the cup. It was surprisingly bigger than she imagined; it required both hands to bring the drink to her mouth.
She had expected water, but instead was met with a strong vanilla and salt”?” milkshake-like drink. It was surprisingly good and started to suck vigorously to drink more of the thick shake. While she was drinking, Mr. D's hands had migrated from her pussy to her titis and he was pulling and pinching as she drank. God, she had never been more thankful for being a chubby girl with big boobs. He delighted in the squish of her figure and often liked to just pet her chest. Once Angel had her fill, she was met with a steamy mozzarella stick poking her mouth, continuing the cycle again. This erotic feeding continued until every last plate was cleaned. Angel was moaning and groaning against Mr D. She had closed her eyes and rested her head on his shoulder for a moment. Mr D simply waved a glowing hand over her head and her pain faded away. Instead of the aches, she only felt the satisfying fullness and constant hunger return. She was ready for round two. Once Marble came back, he quickly had some other golems clear the table before placing a large, decadent chocolate cake on it. Angel just groaned, looking at it. Her stomach growled again, and that was all Mr. D needed to hear. He pulled the large cake closer to them and took a spoonful of cake to her mouth. It was bigger than her mouth but she tried anyway. She moved her mouth, trying to eat as much as her mouth would allow. As she at her cake she suddenly felt a cold poke against her asshole. It has gotten puffy and sensitive since she has so much simulation at her job. It only took two more prods before the finger slid in to her puffy hole. She couldn't help it. Angel could only whine as she came had from all the pleasure. The chocolate coating her mouth was to die for, but the finger playing with her only made her want to be played with more. Why is he doing this to her. Is this some big plan to humiliate her, or maybe her wish had come true, and Mr. D finally saw her as a woman? Either way, she moaned helplessly through bite after bite and trust after trust until the whole 7lb cake was gone and Angel had cum herself at least 4 times.
By the time she had come to, the plates were cleared away, and Mr. D was still drinking that drink. Angel only blinked at him for a moment before her expression glazed, she just seemed to accept it without question and simply wanted to know what to do next. Mr D smiled. All the training and tests from last week had paid off, and now he could pet and fuck his human however he pleases. He knew how wet she got to him simply from minor touches, which only encouraged him to test the boundaries, much to find that Angel's training seemed to be going on better than he expected. He couldn't possibly see how well she responded to this next bit of training.