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ANGEL

Angel didn't often make a habit of crushing on her professors, but she just couldn't help but fall for her dreamy elf Fae Customs professor. And it wasn't just his looks, even though he has gorgeous, dirty blond hair and wears the sexiest suits. No, Mr. Dadee was so kind and caring, he had helped her multiple times because she just couldn't seem to understand the readings or complex cultures. He was so nice that he extended his office hours just to help her with her homework, which quickly turned into them having lunch in his office every other day. He always popped a lollipop in her mouth the minute he saw her, smiled at her, and told her;

“Morning Angel, need some sugar?” Which always ended with her giggling like a ditz and nodding. This was Angel's first year at Darkwood University of Fae. She came from a small town on the side of campus that was mostly only humans, so the switch to a mainly fae school was quite the shock. Because she was so shy, she had a hard time speaking up and making friends, which only made her meetings with Mr. D so special.

So when Mr.D asked her to stay after class that day, her head filled with all sorts of horrible thoughts. He knew about her crush and found her disgusting, didn't he? Oh god, he did, didn’t he?! Panic flooded her system, and she ended up spacing out most of the lesson, only coming to once she heard the rustling of backpacks. She slowly packed up her things and waited in line to talk with Mr.D.

By the time everyone else had left, it was just Angel and Mr.D in the classroom. He smiled at her and popped a lollipop into her open mouth. When did she open her mouth? She settled, slowly sucking the lollipop and sliding down a bit in her chair. Mr. D looked her up and down before he started talking, a small smirk falling on his lips.

“No need to be anxious.” Angel couldn't help but be anxious in front of this beauty of a man. She couldn't help the shiver that ran down her spine as Mr. D softly grabbed her hand and started to rub small circles on her hand.

Mr.D just had this effect on her. He always seemed to know how to calm her down. Recently, Angel’s awful stepdad had kicked her out of her parents' place, and her job had fired her because some Karen complained one too many times, so she had found herself in a depressive episode, and her grades started to slip. It was around this time that Angel found herself meeting up with Mr. D after almost every class and coming to his office hours to keep up with her work. One day, Mr. D finally wormed the truth out of her, and Angel broke down in his office, explaining her situation: how she couldn't find a stable job and had been couch-surfing the past few weeks. He didn't say anything as he pulled her into a hug and just let her cry until she calmed down enough to continue their work for the day. He never mentioned that day, but ever since then, Angel felt her love for the Elf deepen, and maybe it was her imagination, but she felt like Mr.D had been more open with his emotions as well.

“I've been thinking about what you told me a couple of weeks ago,” He started, pulling her hand closer to him. “And I remembered my sister telling me she was looking for help over at her daycare, so I told her about you, and she would love to offer you a job with room and board.” He smiled, squeezing her hand. Angel thought she was hearing things. There is no way her Professor went out of his way to get her a whole job. Her heart swelled, and she felt butterflies rush up her spine.

“Mr. D, oh my god! You didn’t do that, did you?” She squealed, eyes wide like saucers

Mr. D chuckled and nodded.

“Before you get too excited, I want to explain the job. So you know what exactly you are signing up for.” Angel didn't care what the job was, to be frank. She would do anything for a job like this. Not to mention the teacher whose bones she has wanted to jump for months has gone out of his way to help her, had her squirming in her seat.

“The problem she has right now is that she needs more sponsors and clients, but the potential sponsors and clients want to know in detail what goes on in the day care. What she needs is someone to play the role of a potential child being cared for by the daycare so she can get more patrons." He explained, looking at Angel to see how she reacts. She took a moment to cock her head to the side and think for a moment before speaking.

“So I just have to pretend to be a kid?” She said, finally.

“Essentially, yes, you just have to pretend to be a child of different ages while the patrons observe you during the nights you work.” Mr. D said, scratching softly at the back of Angel's hand. The thought that this all sounds way too simple and convenient crossed Angel's mind, but before she could consider that thought too deeply, Mr.D mentioned something else.

“You would receive an hourly pay of $20/h along with any tips received from patrons, as well as your own room in the daycare for you to stay in, along with the rest of the staff.” He said, flashing her his beautiful smile and small elven fangs. Who cares if this was sketchy, Angel finally thought. She would do anything for Mr. D, and she wasn't about to throw away a free room and a good-paying job.

Angel straightened up in her chair and clasped her hands around Mr.D’s and exclaimed loudly, “Thank you so much, Mr.D! I would love this opportunity”.

Mr.D laughed lightly and smiled down at her before reaching into his desk and pulling out a large golfball-sized lollipop, and placed it into Angel's mouth, who had just finished her other treat a bit ago. Her cheeks puffed out as her lips closed around the candy obediently.

“Perfect, I'll call my sister and let her know. I'll email you the time and place, you start this Friday.” Angel felt her stomach flip with excitement. This meant she wouldn't have to couch surf or do sketchy jobs for cash. As she and Mr.D stood up to leave the class, Angel couldn't help herself and latched onto Mr.D and gave him a tight hug. Mr. D brought a hand to her hair and gave it a few pets before urging her home. She turned back one more time and waved at him excitedly before finally opening the door and leaving.
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Mr.D:

She was so cute as she practically bounced out of his class. Mr.D had made the perfect choice when he chose her to be his human. Mr. D, or Drayven as is his first name, had a particular liking for humans. He had played with them a couple of times before, but had never in all of his 340 years found one that was perfect to him. It was this thought that had led him to be a Professor in the first place. If he couldn't find himself the perfect human companion, then he would just make them. So when the human girl with no idea of fae culture walked into his class, he knew she would be perfect for his plan.

He started off with a small test. It was simple, really. He didn't even have to charm her; it was that easy. All he did was offer her a small candy or treat as soon as her eyes met his. The first time he did it, she just stared at him, shocked. Apparently, she wasn't used to attention, which was odd because by all means, she was attractive. A very simple, attractive by human terms, but pretty nonetheless, not to mention she had pretty teardrops of boobs and a rounded heart for a butt.

She finally started to seek him out first by the 8th candy. Drayven watched her make a beeline for his desk as she walked through the door and then paused when she reached him as if unsure of why she was there. Wow, this was simpler than he thought it would be. He reached out, set a candy in her hand before she could run away, and asked her how her morning was and if she had any questions about the work so far. She looked at the candy for a moment before meeting his eyes and softly saying she found the movie we watched about centaur migrations interesting.

“I grew up in a town with barely any fae, so I didn’t even know that they migrated or how important it is to them to migrate.” She admitted weakly, as if embarrassed that she was so ignorant. Cute, he thought as they talked for a moment about centaur traditions. He also properly learned her name, Angel Crest, fitting. After class, she had worked her way to the front and asked him for help with the homework. He had planned for this, too, of course. Making small changes, like giving her more difficult readings, complex assignments, and challenging quizzes, so she thinks the beginner class is simply too hard. They had their first lunch study session that day, which turned into lunch sessions every other day.

This continued until the 10th candy, when Drayven decided to push her limits a little. When she walked up to his desk and paused for her candy, Drayven put a lollipop with no wrapper up against her lips. She paused, big brown eyes blinking for a moment as she thought. Then, without a word, she opened her mouth and took the candy from his hand with her mouth. Her face turned a pretty pink, which made her brown hair stand out prettily. His human was simply adorable. He couldn't wait to show her off and take care of her. It was also that day when his human opened up to him quite a bit.

They were in his office for a late lunch study session when Drayven finally put the pieces together. She had shown up to their session ten minutes late, which was very odd, as Angel always made a habit of arriving ten minutes early, even when Drayven accidentally forgot he had a meeting with her. Then, when she finally shows up in his office, she looks awful. It looked like his human hadn't slept or eaten in days. He had noticed previously that she seemed to be wearing the same clothes for some of their meetings, but he hadn't really thought about it. Angel begged him for forgiveness, sobbing about how awful she felt, how grateful she was to him, and how much she relied on their study sessions.

Drayven was very conflicted by this. On the one hand, he was ecstatic that she was already reliant on him, like a stray kitten you feed until it lets you pet it, and then you take it home. Humans are such simple creatures, Drayven couldn't help but think. On the other hand, something or someone has been bothering his human so much that she wasn't eating or taking care of herself. He shushed her and pulled her down to sit next to him. Tears welled up in her eyes, and she sniffed them back and shifted in her seat.

“It's more than ok to be tardy once in a while, Angel, but I can't help but wonder what has you so bothered these days,” Drayven said, pouring her a glass of water. She took the glass and started sipping the water in small gulps. Once the words registered with her, she stiffened and cast her eyes down.

“Oh no, it's really nothing.” Ok, so definitely something.

“Really? Because I find it hard to believe that my favorite student could be so distracted as to get a D on the last quiz over nothing.” Oh, that seemed to do it. Angel's tears welled up in her eyes again, face flush with shame. She froze just like a deer in headlights. Drayven reached forward and held her hand.

“Please, Angel, I want to help,” and he really did mean that. Drayven had come to care for Angel. Many fae see humans as simple creatures, not that unlike how you would care deeply for a pet or companion. There was once a time when the fae and human realms merged, when humans tried to usurp the fae, but they were quickly captured and dealt with. The humans had then essentially been given a second chance by the fae. After being captured and submitting to the fae, the humans were allowed to live in a simple modern town and were required to abide by fae law. It had been a few decades since then, and Drayven had been thrilled with the transition. He had always loved pitiful things and thought the domesticated humans to be too sweet and simple. Quite a few Fae began keeping humans as pets, companions, and marriage partners, and so there was also Fae law regarding relationships with humans. That being said, as long as the humans are consenting, Fae and humans can have relationships.

Drayven’s friends and comrades started their own relationships with humans, and Drayven himself had played with quite a few humans, but it hadn't been until his sister had gotten herself a set of twins that Drayven had considered getting himself a human. His sister had also been the one to suggest the professor job to get to meet humans for myself, and yes, humans did pass through, but none quite fit Drayven's liking. He even had them call him daddy, going by the alias Prof. Dadee, but none had impressed him. And then she walked into his class, her long, wavy, brown hair let loose to her lower back, her curtain bangs framing her face. She wasn't wearing anything special, just a Darkwood Hoodie and baggy jeans. From there, it only took him half the class period to feel secure in his decision to make her his human.

All that is short to say he wants his human to be happy, and he honestly was a bit peeved for not noticing something was wrong with her before this. Humans are fragile, he reprimanded. It took Angel a moment, but then she finally told him what had been troubling her so much.

She told him about how she was born and raised in a small human town by Darkwood University, and how she lived with her mother and asshole stepfather. Her tears flowed as she told him that a few weeks ago, her job fired her because a customer complained about a human working there one too many times. And how once she got home that day, her stepfather kicked her out. She had begged to stay, but her mother turned her back, and her stepdad just tossed a duffel bag out. She was fully weeping as she told him she had been taking odd jobs and couch surfing, even going as far as picking up shifts at a topless bar.

Drayven quietly considered what she had said. He would now need to accelerate his plans with this information. No decent Fae or Elf, for that matter, could consider themselves pure if they left their human to suffer in such conditions. Luckily for Drayven, he had already put his plan in motion with his sister, and she had told him the tips and tricks she knew from her humans. But for now, all Drayven could do was collect the woman in his arms and give her a warm hug. His sister had told him that humans hug for affection, and Drayven thought it to be adorable. He held her in her arms until her sobs died to hiccups and just continued with their normal session. After she left, he called up his sister to speed up his plan.

It was the day of the 15th of candy when everything was finally set up, when Angel appeared in front of his desk. Her mouth lazily opened, waiting for her treat. Drayven couldn't help but be proud of how well she had been trained so far. Before she could finally notice her own mouth, Drayven had placed a lollipop in her mouth. She closed her mouth and sucked on it, much to Drayven’s amusement.

He told her about the daycare “job,” and her eyes lit up. She had even been eager after hearing the details. Drayven knew he had picked the perfect human to be his companion as she gave him a tight hug and practically bounced out of the room. Drayven’s body ached to touch, play, and love his human, but he restrained himself out of respect and called his sister to discuss the plan. After all, Friday is only 2 days away.

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Angel

Angel stood at the steps of a beautiful two-story Victorian home. The home was a pretty dark blue with white trim; it also had beautiful windows and balconies. Angel couldn't help but feel a whole new rush of anxiety looking at the beautiful home. I'm going to be so underqualified, I know it, Angel, though,’Either that or this is some sick joke’. Just and Angel were about to turn and walk back down the steps when the door opened, and Mr.D walked out. Angel had never seen him in casual clothes. He stood to his full height of 7’3, and Angel got a full view of him. He was wearing a simple brown sweater and tan cargos, and his ears were tinkling with silver jewelry. His sleeves were pushed up, and glittering black ink made changing patterns on his arms, and silver rings and bracelets covered his hands.

He pulled her into a close hug and patted the top of her head. Angel looked up and noticed his usual slicked back hair was down in a golden shaggy wolfcut. He also had a piercing on his eyebrow, nose, and lip.

“Morgana, she's here,” Mr. D called out behind him at the open door. Angel shifted her eyes over to the door and the female elf standing in the doorway. She was about the same height as Mr. D. Her long blonde hair fell in curls down her back. She also had her long ears pierced, making the same noises Mr.D did. She is gorgeous, Angel thought. Morgana also had a large chest and a big butt that made her curves stand out and accentuated how beautiful she is. She was wearing a simple pink blouse and light blue skinny jeans. Angel couldn't help but stare; she was the prettiest creature Angel had ever seen.

“It’s so lovely to meet you, Angel. My name is Morgana, but all the staff calls me Ms.Mommy or Mommy.” She said, walking over and shaking Angel's hand as Mr.D let her go.

“Hello, Ms.Mommy.” She said, looking at the woman in her purple eyes. Morgana smiled and looked at Mr.D before waving them both into the house. When you walk in, it looks like any other daycare lobby, but filled with soft greens and other fantasy esc themes. There were plants with fairies that lit up the leaves, and a big picture of a unicorn on the wall.

“So, to start off, this is the lobby,” Morgana said, gesturing to the room. “Nothing too interesting here, it's just where we meet customers and meet up for pick up.”

Mr.D and Angel then followed Morgana into a room a little down the hall. It had a sign saying " Room One " hanging by the door in bright, colorful letters. As they walked in, Angel was blown away. It was every kid's dream filled with stuffed animals, a soft reading corner, dolls, a dress-up corner, an arts and crafts table, and so much more.

“This is the toddler room where you will do the first half of your job, and then we have the baby room where you will spend the rest of your shift,” Morgana explained while watching Angel take in the room.

“This is where I would pretend to be a kid, right?” Angel inquired as she drifted around the room, taking in the toys and the room as a whole. Morgana smiled and let out a tinkling laugh.

“Yes, in simple terms,” She laughed, placing herself next to Mr.D, who seemed to be enjoying himself watching Angel explore the room.

“The job you will be doing is essentially an acting role. We will be hosting events for our donors and other potential donors, and during this, I will need you to play the role of a child being taken care of by our staff.” Morgana explained, eyes trailing Angel's movements.

Acting huh? It all seems easy enough, Angel thought to herself. Being able to just play with some toys and having naptime honestly sounds perfect to her.

“So I just have to act like a kid, that's all?” Angel questioned.

“Exactly, you will be filling the role of a toddler for the first half and a baby for the second half of your shifts,” Morgana confirmed. The whole time they spoke, Mr.D just watched Angel move around the room, and when Angel's eyes finally met his, she felt a rush of butterflies in her stomach and blushed fiercely.

Morgana showed them the bathroom, kitchen, baby room, and finally, they ended the tour at Angel’s new room. The room itself wasn't much, just a bed, desk, closet, and dresser, but Angel was in love. She hadn't had a room of her own or one this nice ever since her Stepfather married her mother. She couldn't help but spin around and mumble her thanks into Mr.D’s chest as she hugged him tight. Her heart swelled as she felt Mr.D’s hand start to pet her head. This whole situation was very, very bad for Angel’s crush. She felt herself falling deeper and deeper in love with her professor.

Morgana and Mr.D eventually left her in her room to get settled before her shift tomorrow at 8am. There wasn't much to unpack as Angel only had a single duffel bag and her backpack with her. When she went to put away her clothes, she found that there were already clothes stuffed into the closet and dresser. Angel sorted through the clothes and found that everything was her size and varied in style greatly. On one hand, Angel found an adorable pair of overalls, but she had also found a super sexy top that came with matching panties.

By the time 8 am rolled around, Angel had a decent night's rest and was changed into a pair of overalls and wore a cute baby blue shirt underneath. She found Morgana in the lobby, going over documents.

“I'm here, Ms.Mommy!” Angel said, standing in front of the woman. Morgana looked up at her and couldn't help but smile at her choice of outfit. She reached out and softly patted Angel's head when the door opened. A flood of fae filled the lobby. Among the Fae was Mr.D, who came to support Angel on her first day. Morgana petted Angel a couple of more times before she addressed the room of Fae.

“Hello and welcome to Darkwood Daycare. I am Morgana, and I will be walking you through a day in our facilities tonight. If you will follow me, let's start in the toddler room,” Morgana expertly directed the group into the room. Angel stayed by her side as she was starting to get shy.

“This is my helper tonight, her name is Angel, and she will be showing you firsthand the amazing experience the toddlers and babies receive here,” she told the group, who now filled up a solid section of the room. Morgana gently pulled Angel to her side, softly stroking her arm in an attempt to soothe the shy human.

“Speaking of toddlers, we are going to be demonstrating what a typical toddler day looks like, and to start the day, we give them breakfast when they first arrive,” Morgana directed Angel over to the smaller tables and placed a bowl of oatmeal and berries down in front of her. Before she could start eating, Angel felt a spoon press against her lips. Morgana was holding the spoon to her lips as she talked to the group. Oh, right, she had to pretend to be a toddler, toddlers are often handfed, with this logic, Angel opened her mouth and let the woman feed her the thick oatmeal. It was sweet and sugary, but also thick and hard to swallow. Once she finally swallowed, she felt another spoonful enter her mouth. Angel barely had a chance to breathe as the oatmeal continued to come; eventually, it was too much for her mouth, and some oatmeal dribbled out of her mouth.

Morgana turned to look at her just in time to see her messy face. The beautiful fae just giggled at her and wiped her mouth before she shoved something new in Angel’s mouth. A sudden rush of a tangy, salty cream, and what seemed to be a hint of vanilla flooded her cheeks.

“We also give the toddler a special formula to help with growth and vitamins,” Angel heard Morgana say,

‘Oh, so that must be what this is,’ Angel thought. Seeing no problem in this logic, she gulped down the milk. Her cheeks bulged slightly as she drank. After what feels like no time at all, all that was left of her yummy milk was her mysterious milky burps. That seemed to satisfy Ms. Mommy as the woman took away the bottle and started to clean her up.

Angel really did try to pay attention to what Ms. Mommy was saying, but she felt herself getting a little dizzy and floaty.

‘Was there something in that bottle?’ She thought. But just as quickly as it came, the thought floated off as she realized she was being placed down in front of a small pile of kiddie books and a box of Legos.

‘Holy fuck, I love Legos, ' was the only thing that crossed Angel's poor mind as she started to fiddle with the bricks. This only lasted a moment, though, as Angel caught sight of the pile of books. She grabbed the first one and flipped it over to see the cover.

To say she was shocked would be an understatement, the words Sissies first Dildo in pink scrawl staring at her. She tried to contain her shock and just let out a small ‘ep’ instead.

‘Ok, so definitely no minors are going to this daycare,’ Angel thought, a small moment of full clarity coming back, but fleeting just as fast.

‘Eh, whatever, I'm just here to help Mr. D and Ms.Mommy anyway, ’ she thought, moving through some of the books. She soon found herself slipping into the worlds of these erotic children's tales. Stories about how to be an anal slut, a perfect bimbo, the little cum dumpster that could, goldie locks got fucked by three bears, and more. She was so into these erotic little stories that she hadn't even noticed two hours had gone by until she felt her stomach rumble. Angel lifted her head to look around and find Ms.Mommy. Angel couldn't see her at first, so she left her stack of erotica and stumbled towards the door to the toddler room.

Just as she managed to balance herself, Ms.Mommy and the group walked into the room, talking about adult stuff. Angel made a beeline for Ms.Mommy’s skirt as she tried to whisper in the elf's ear.

“What's that, darling? I only understand babies that talk like babies,” Ms. Mommy chuckled. Angel grew a deep pink and hung her head. Ms.Mommy tutted and used one long, slender finger to guide her chin up to look her in the eyes. As if under some spell, Angel started to talk.

“Ms.Mommy, can I go make poopies in the toilet?” She said, eyes wide in terror, and her face flushed deeper. Ms.Mommy only grinned and started to lead the group to the toilet in the room. Angel made her way inside but was stopped by Ms.Mommy holding the door.

“Remember,” She said softly. “Mr.D likes girls who follow the rules.”

With that, she let the door close and continued to talk to the group. Angel was thrilled with this information. That means that she knows what type of girls he’s into; maybe she has a chance after all. She found herself thinking blissfully as she used the toilet when the thought to look up occurred to her. When she did look up, she saw a sign stating the rules for potty etiquette. Her eyes fell to the toddler potty rules,

TODDLERS

* Ask the teacher to go make a stinky/poopie or a tinkle/peepee.
* Use the big kid potty.
* Call for a teacher
* Get wiped
* Go play :)

‘Ok seemed simple enough, thought Angel as she finished up her business. Remembering Ms.Mommy’s tips of how Mr.D likes girls who follow the rules, she called out to Ms.Mommy, ready for whatever gets wiped out.

“What a good job, Angel! We love to encourage when the potty training goes well.” Ms.Mommy explained. She left the door open as she walked up to Angel, still on the potty with her overalls down, with her panties. She picked the girl up and gently manhandled her so her hands were resting on the toilet bowl with her ass and pussy in the air. Angel’s face was beet red, but she knew that in order to have Mr.D love her, she needed to follow whatever weird rules they had here. She felt Ms.Mommy wipe off the dribbling pee from her pussy a couple of times before she moved onto a wet wipe to wipe her ass. Angel felt herself feel floaty again and didn't even flinch when Mommy pushed two fingers in her pussy and her thumb in her butt. She didn't get a chance to think before she was all cleaned up and ready for lunch.

“After this, we will take a small break and then move on to the infant half of the tour,” Ms.Mommy said, adjusting Angel in a chair as she made her a sandwich. It took not a moment before a thick peanut butter and jelly sandwich stood in front of her, along with two bananas and a cup of pudding. Just like before, Angel felt the sandwich poke at her mouth, but this time she let it in, and suddenly her whole mouth was gummed with a jelly peanutty mess. She chewed the best she could, but it just kept coming, peanut butter jelly drool dripping out of her mouth with jelly and peanut butter coating her lips. She had finished half a sandwich when she felt the familiar bottle enter her mouth. She greedily sucked down the tangy milk before Ms.Mommy pulled back and started to push almost the full second half of the sandwich into her mouth. Angel gagged but chewed obediently anyway, wanting to be the perfect employee so Mr.D would be proud of her. She finished her second sticky sandwich when she felt the banana part her lips. It was oddly big, and Angel had to wrap her lips around it to be able to take a large bite. Mommy held the banana as she forced it slowly into my mouth and deep-throated me with the banana for a solid minute. Then, as nothing happened, Angel was made to eat her bananas and was spoon-fed her pudding.

It was then that everyone took a break, and Angel was left at the table as most everyone left the room.

Mr.D approached Angel and placed a soft hand on her head, which had startled her enough for a creamy burp to erupt.

“Ep!”

Mr. D chuckled and started to stroke her hair once again.

“You're doing wonderfully, Angel,” He said, letting his hand softly fall from her head. “Thank you for helping my sister.”

“Of course, Mr.D! I'd do anyth-OOP” She quickly covered her mouth, trying to cover up her slip-up.

“I mean, of course, Mr.D, this is a big help to me as well.” She said, starting to fidget at the table, it was just now dawning on her how silly and totally unsexy she looked as her crush complimented her. A fiery blush spread across her cheeks as she tried to regain some of her dignity. He chuckled at her embarrassment and reached into his pocket, pulling out a large hard candy. He held the candy up to her lips, and Angel dutifully opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around the candy. It was quite large and felt heavy on her tongue. Mr.D smiled and patted her head one more time.

“What a good girl,” Mr. D said flippantly, leaving a blushing Angel in the chair with her thoughts. Her poor pussy throbbed at his words. Angel has always had a bit of a praise kink, so that, compounded with her insanely hot professor, only made her insides stir and her clit ache. She was so down bad that she was sitting in a goddamn daycare. Fuck she had let a room full of people see her pussy and ass. ‘Wait, she had let people see her pussy?’ A small moment of clarity blinked in Angel's head. A sudden spike of adrenaline and anxiety flooded her as she realized what she had done this morning.

‘I can’t believe I did that, what even… why did I?’ Fat tears welled up in her eyes, and Angel started to quiver, and small sobs left her lips. Just as Angel was trying to compose herself, Ms.Mommy and the group came back into the room, having small chatter among themselves.

“Next, we will have a demonstration of how the babies are taken care of in a typical day here,” Ms.Mommy said, walking over to Angel. Her eyes landed on Angel's tears and immediately started to pet her back and softly soothe the young lady.

“Oh dear, looks like we need to move on to nap time,” Ms. Mommy said softly, moving Angel.

“ We are going to start off with a little outfit change, and then I’ll talk about our programs while we observe how we do nap time.”

Ms.Mommy directed her to a side room that Angel hadn’t quite noticed. She closed the door behind them and sat Angel down on what seemed to be a large changing table. Ms.Mommy suddenly pulled Angel into a hug and ran her fingers through her hair. Angel was almost suffocated by her large breasts and felt herself starting to cry. Ms.Mommy soothed her and whispered sweet words to her.

When Angel had finally calmed down, Ms.Mommy let her breathe and took some steps back.

“I’m so sorry,” Angel started, a shame evident in her voice. Ms.Mommy shushed her again and walked over to a dresser in the corner.

“It’s ok to cry, darling, I'm quite used to it. But I do have to ask if you're having any second thoughts,” She asked, coming back over to Angel with what looked to be a light pink onesie.

“No! No, of course not. I promised I’d help!” She said quickly, furiously rubbing at her eyes.

“I just… well, I didn’t realize I’d be…You know, showing my… privates,” Angel said, embarrassed. Ms. Mommy just looked at her before letting out a small giggle.

“I had forgotten how conservative you humans are. Trust me darling, it’s perfectly normal, not to mention you have very pretty parts so there is nothing to be ashamed of. And besides, you're supposed to be a baby do you think babies feel all shameful about their bodies?” Ms.Mommy questioned.

The poor girl was a mess of pink and reds as she couldn’t handle Ms. Mommy’s directness. But Ms.mommy did have a point, she guessed. She’s just playing a part that they want to see. Also, after thinking back to Mr.D’s class, Angel did seem to remember that the Fae don’t have as strict rules around sex and nudity. Wait, when did they learn this? And why didn’t she remember this before?

Before Angel could question her confused thoughts, a dull throb shot through her head and Angel clutched her head a low groan catching Ms. Mommy's attention.

“Ok, up, we are going to get you changed for the infant half, and so you can take a nap.” Mommy helped her up and started to pull Angel's clothes off. Angel couldn’t concentrate at all, her limbs felt heavy, and she couldn’t help but just whimper and let the beautiful woman move her as she saw fit. She felt it all, Mommy uncoupling her bra and pulling her panties down her thighs. She felt Mommy pick her up and place her down on the large changing table. She could feel Mommy lift up her bottom and slide what seemed to be a large diaper under her. She only found her voice once she felt a finger pinch her clit. She yelped and jerked. Ok, this is normal, Angel thought. She was desperate to show her crush how much dedication she had to it. Instead of objecting, she decided to just trust Mommy and leave her body in her hands.

“See, relax, darling, you can have so much fun here if you just let go.” Mommy moved lower and began to push on her asshole. She poked and probed it until she could easily slide her finger in and out. Angel then felt something smooth and pill-shaped enter her bum. Angel groaned as Mommy started to make small rubbing motions on her hole and slipped two more pills into her hole. Finally, after what felt like forever, Mommy removed her fingers from Angel's hole and moved to fix the large diaper to her body. When Mommy was done, Angel was fully covered in a pink onesie, but if one looked at her for more than three seconds, they could see her diaper's puffy outline in the onesie. Mommy hummed with delight and went on to run a brush through her hair.

“Just relax, and let me do my job and take care of you, honey,” Mommy said, finishing off the pigtails she was working on. She pulled a mirror out and showed Angel her reflection. Angel couldn't help but blush. She really did look cute, and she really did need the money and place to stay, so no matter how much that one part of her brain is screaming about red flags, she might as well enjoy the job. Mommy ended up leading them out of the room and into a different room covered in mats with blankets and soft plush. The rest of the group was also in here, chatting among themselves. They stopped chatting and instead started to coo at Angel once they saw her.er.

‘Just relax, Angel,’ she thought, the diaper crinkling as she shuffled forward.

“Now, Angel here is gonna lie down for us and display how a typical nap time works,” Mommy said, guiding Angel over to a mat with a hand on her lower back. Angel lowered herself on the mat and let Mommy go about fussing with a blanket and laying a soft plushie by her head.

“See, it's important for your human to get rest as they tend to get tired easily. Nap times here are just as important as every other aspect of care,” Mommy said, petting Angel's hair, feeling the girl slowly drift as she spoke. Angel couldn't quite hear anything else as she felt her whole body succumb to this warm, gooey feeling as she drifted off, not even noticing a difference in what Mommy said. Mommy's hand ended up lying on her stomach, and as she drifted in and out of that honey-like daze.

Angel couldn't tell how long she had been asleep; she had only woken up because of a sudden and large rumble in her stomach. She groaned and curled in on herself, trying to shimmy away from the gurgling in her tummy.

“Ah, she seems to be waking up, now sometimes the babies have trouble making poopies after nap, so we implement measures to help that,” Mommy’s voice rang out. Angel then felt herself being manhandled into a position where she was on her back, and her legs were scrunched up against her stomach. This made the gurgling even worse as Angel felt a sudden need to push. A soft moan escaped her lips, and she clenched down, hoping to keep her last bits of dignity. She managed to peek open her eyes and saw Mommy’s figure looming over her as she started to rub and probe at Angel's tummy. Angel then saw the audience looking at her. Eyes of different shapes and colors all looking directly at her. She flushed under their gaze, and one particular push to her stomach made her moan out loud.

“It seems in this case direct pressure is the best remedy.” That was the only warning Angel had before Mommy’s hand bore down on her stomach, and she felt her hole spasm as a hot mass of poop exploded out of her hole and into her diaper. She felt herself sob as it just kept coming. When it was done, she was left with her butt lifting slightly off the ground with how much was inside. Angel didn't know if, but the diapers were enchanted to keep everything inside and only grow bigger to accommodate; if they weren't, she would have been covered in the soft mush. When the ache to push subsided, Angel found herself blinking her tears away and looking up to see Mommy’s gaze looking back. She smiled and rubbed soothing circles on the girl's tummy.

“And now that she has successfully made stinkies, I'm going to show you a typical diaper change.” Angel felt Mommy pick her up, and her hand squished against the seat of her diaper, and she couldn't help the moan that escaped her mouth. The group and Mommy moved over to the other side of the room, and Angel felt Mommy lay her down on the changing table. Angel moved her head to the side and saw the group look at her, but realized nobody was making eye contact with her; they were all only looking at her messy diaper. A sudden zing of arousal shot through her as Mommy started to fondle the front of her diaper, deliberately stalling while she talked to the group. Angel couldn't help but squirm and pant as she waited for Mommy to change her. Finally, when she felt the diaper slip open, she couldn't help but groan and shift on the table. In one swift motion, Mommy laid a hand on her hip and proceeded to clean her up. She made sure to clean every inch of her crotch, paying extra attention to her clit and butthole. She felt the soft wipe dip into her hole and teased her. She panted harder when the pressure on her hole eased up, and Mommy finished putting her into a new clean diaper. Angel felt her mind go hazy as she was put back into the onesie, and she was carried to a large blue mesh playpen and placed inside.

The pen was filled with colorful toys of all kinds, and Angel found herself playing with a soft white bunny to pass the time. Every now and then, she felt her hole spasm a little as if reliving the massive dump she had earlier. Before she knew it, the question and answer session of the tour was over, and people were saying their goodbyes to Mommy and waving politely to her as they left the room and eventually the building.

Mommy finally came back and picked Angel up out of the crib. Angel had been so caught up in the daze-like feeling and the soft bunny that she hadn't heard Mommy return, much less expected to be picked up. She squeaked as Mommy gave her a tight hug, effectively shoving Angel's face into her large boobs.

“You did amazing today, darling. I am so proud of you! Now let's get you cleaned up!”

Angel didn't really remember what happened after that, but she ended up back in her room in a pair of white pajamas, dreaming of colorful clouds.

Chapter Text

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.