Author: Tod Naturlich
Title: Daycare Pride
Part: 3
Summary: A daycare worker shares some of the encounters he's had with the 
children at his care, always proud to be an exemplary worker while trying to go 
one step beyond and ensure his place of work will always be filled with 
children.
Keywords: Mgg, 1st, fant, impreg
Language: English


===== Daycare Pride =====

*** Nap time ***


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Nap Time
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Working with children, one quickly gets used to the noise of their fun, so when 
it stops, the silence feels alien. In the daycare this happens twice a day, at 
the end of the day, when the parents come to pick up their children, and during 
nap time.

Some people think children have more energy than adults, since they appear to 
be an endless source of games and laughter, but in reality children get tired 
much faster than adults, and need to recover their energies, which is precisely 
the point of nap time.

Officially, the staff should use this time to clean up the playgrounds, do some 
paperwork or have lunch. But in reality most of us use it as a calm moment to 
relax, and sometimes let off a little pressure.

Today I was sitting on a chair in the darkened room, looking at the rows of 
sleeping children, debating whether or not to join one and relieve myself. Max 
had already gone ahead, he was on his knees in front of a sleeping four- or 
five-year-old, his member inside the sleeping child's mouth, while he very 
slowly moved back and forth.

The rules were clear that the children *needed* their rest, so we weren't 
allowed to wake the children up. But other than that, we were free to do 
whatever we wanted. Max had been written up on more than one occasion for 
waking a child when he ejaculated in their mouth, but for the most part he was 
very good at being so careful that the child just sucked on and continued 
sleeping.

I remember the first time I had access to nap time, I was so excited I was 
afraid I would cum before even selecting a child to snuggle with. The computer 
had all the children's information, so I remember I quickly searched for any 
girl who already had her period. Luck was with me, since a twelve-year-old had 
finished her first period about three weeks prior.

Since the children sleep naked, getting under the covers behind the child was 
easy. She was a cute little thing, I had to double check to make sure she was 
the right girl. She didn't appear 12, or that her body was developed enough to 
start menstruating. She was a dirty brunette with long hair held in twin 
braids. Her breasts were just pert buds that would be hard to even grab, and 
her mons lacked any hair, leaving her tiny slit and clit hood right out in the 
open.

Lying behind her was easy; managing to lift her leg so my cock could go between 
her legs was much harder. I had to stop and lull her back to sleep several 
times before my cock was nestled in her crotch.

Then I had to fight my climax. From the start I was pent up, the fantasy that 
this barely pubescent creature was likely fertile and I could put my baby 
inside her had me at the brink of orgasm even before lying by her side. With my 
cock snuggled between her legs, I was in danger of letting my seed shoot onto 
her belly, instead of inside it, where it belonged.

So moving faster than was advisable, and still gently lulling her to continue 
sleeping, I started pressing my member against her hairless, developing pussy. 
I had to take my precum and smear it around her mons, since she was pretty dry, 
but I refrained from masturbating her, afraid that would wake her up.

It probably took me just a couple of minutes, but it felt like ages before the 
tip of my cock was securely lodged inside her tight little passage. I didn't 
dare move back and forth, as all my instincts demanded, so I just continued 
pressing, hopping a little more of my cock would enter before I spewed my seed 
in her hopefully fertile belly.

I couldn't help but move a hand and caress her flat belly and almost flat chest 
as I pictured how they would swell as my baby grew in this unaware little girl. 
I wanted to tell her that I was about to make her a mommy, that soon her belly 
was gonna get big, but I knew I had to stay silent. I had a brief moment of 
regret, knowing my pleasure would bring some troubles to the girl: her body was 
gonna change beyond her control. I was sure she was gonna get teased at school 
when her belly started growing, and afterwards her parents would probably 
increase her chores as they helped her take care of my baby. At least I was 
pretty sure her parents would help her, after all they knew the activities 
their children would be involved in while at the daycare, and had signed a 
release that included pregnancy as a possible result of her time here.

By then about half my cock was inside her tight passage, and with the image of 
the little girl walking around school with a big belly, not knowing who was the 
father, I started ejaculating inside her. She struggled a little when I pushed 
harder as my first shot of sperm entered her young body, so I forced myself to 
stay still as I continued to inseminate the lovely creature while murmuring in 
her ear, "don't worry, I'm just planting my seed in your belly... go back to 
sleep, when you wake up you will be a mommy."

I let out at least four strong spurts of sperm into her developing fertility, 
all tasked with finding her egg and turning this innocent creature into a 
gravid mother to be. I would have loved to push my cock all the way inside, so 
my sperm had a better chance to enter her womb, but her sleep was already quite 
light, so I could only stay still.

Once my orgasm finished, I hugged the little girl, and in her sleep she spooned 
up to me, allowing my softening cock to remain inside her. "*Thanks for letting 
me make you a mommy,*" I thought as I silently recovered my breath. Then I 
kissed her sleeping cheek and lay down to rest while my cock plugged her tight 
hole. I wanted to give my little tadpoles every advantage to conquer the egg of 
this young goddess, only her second one, as she had only wasted one during her 
first period.

I was very happy I had managed to inseminate her without disturbing her sleep, 
and I smiled, wondering how long it would take her to realize she was pregnant, 
and who she would think was the father. Most likely she would blame one of her 
playmates, as the older children would often *practice* having sex while 
playing, but I knew most of our *old* boys could only shoot a few drops, so I 
trusted I had claimed her womb before them.

Turns out laying in bed after inseminating a little girl is a sure way to fall 
asleep, and I awoke in an empty sleeping bag to the usual noise of the children 
playing and a young lady looking down at me with an amused smirk. I'm guessing 
it was around that time that Suzy started calling me 'Papa'.

It wasn't until weeks later that I remembered I hadn't even looked at the name 
of the girl I had hopefully impregnated, and by then she had already left the 
daycare, so I was unable to really thank her for helping me fulfill one of my 
greatest fantasies. I still try to imagine what could have happened to her. Did 
I manage to impregnate her? How did her classmates treat her when her belly 
started growing? Could she even finish school? How big did her belly and 
breasts get? Did she have a boy or a girl? Does she wonder who the father of 
her child is?

The daycare protects the personal data of its clients, so I can't use that to 
find her; and since I only saw her a few times the week after that little nap, 
before her time in the daycare ended, I probably wouldn't recognize her. Still, 
for months afterwards, every time I spotted a girl with a big belly, I wondered 
if it was her. My only solace is that maybe one of the two-year-olds we care 
for might be my own son or daughter.

I guess that's why I don't use the nap time as much as other caretakers. I 
don't want to impregnate girls in such an anonymous way. I don't want them to 
wake up sticky between the legs not knowing who the father of their future baby 
is.

If I'm really pent up and I have to relieve myself during nap time, these days 
I choose a seven- or eight-year-old, so that there is a small chance of getting 
her pregnant, but she will continue in the daycare for me to enjoy and explain 
why her panties are getting tight, and thank her in person for allowing me to 
put a baby in her tummy.

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"Papa?" the small voice brought me back to the present. Max had apparently 
finished and was cleaning the face of the little boy he had chosen. The room 
was still dark, and the voice came from a little girl seated on one of the 
sleeping bags.

"Aren't you sleepy?" I softly asked, moving closer to the sitting girl. I 
finally recognized her in the darkness, it was eight-year-old Monse, the girl I 
had eaten to her first orgasm a few days prior.

"I need to pee... but it's too dark," she admitted, apparently ashamed to still 
be afraid of the dark.

"Don't worry, I'll go with you," I said. I looked around to be sure at least 
three other caretakers were watching the sleeping children, and then offered my 
hand to the little girl.

As we walked I noticed little Monse had her free hand between her legs. "Do you 
really need to go?" I asked. Few children over six had accidents, but it was 
not unheard of.

"A little," she answered, taking her hand off her privates. "We were playing 
'house', and I started to feel the tickles of the good feeling, but then the 
game ended," she explained.

"Have you had another good feeling since we played?"

"No, and I still don't have enough points to get one," she said mournfully, in 
a tone we caretakers know very well, when a child is expecting to be offered 
something.

"I could give you another good feeling," I offered, trying not to sound too 
eager.

"Really?" Monse hopped in place, clearly delighted.

"Well, you would have to do something to earn the points, and then I could give 
you the good feeling," I amended. Monse stopped hopping and her hand went back 
to her crotch, she probably needed to use the restroom more than she let on.

"What do I have to do, Papa?" she asked.

We usually don't accompany children older than five to the bathroom, but since 
we were in the middle of a conversation, I opened the door and entered with 
Monse. She quickly took a seat on the toilet, and I knelt in front of her, 
enjoying the sight of her opened pussy.

"Have you played the game that me and miss Suzy showed you? Where a boy puts 
his pee-pee in your kitty?"

Monse relaxed and a stream of piss left her pussy, "Hum, Peter wanted us to... 
but I said no," she said, and I noticed she was avoiding my eyes.

I grabbed a small piece of toilet paper, I wasn't going to miss an opportunity 
to touch her flower, "Why not? Did he do something you didn't like?"

"No... well... it's that...---" by now she had finished pissing, but she 
remained seated on the toilet, her small pussy lips dripping a few drops of 
liquid.

"What is it Monse? You know you can tell me," I asked, a little worried.

"Miss Suzy told us that when you put the cream inside her kitty you were trying 
to give her a baby," admitted Monse, still not meeting my sight, "that whenever 
a boy puts his cream in a girl, they make a baby."

I felt a little annoyed at Suzy, it wasn't fair to worry young girls over 
something like that. But I guess I can understand, since she was dealing with a 
possible unwanted pregnancy, "Is that why you refused to play with Peter?"

"Sorta... I was afraid, but... Papa, if I let you put your pee-pee inside, are 
you gonna give me a baby?" she finally asked with questioning eyes.

"Would it bother you to have a little baby of your own?" I said as I got close 
to her with the toilet paper in hand, and Monse automatically opened her legs 
to let me clean her, "you could bring it here, and play with it. It would be 
like having a new brother or sister," I explained while I wiped her little 
crack, taking care to caress her clit a few times.

"But mom said only mommies and daddies that love each other can have babies," 
countered Monse, without trying to close her legs. I had already dumped the 
toilet paper, but continued to caress her pussy with my bare fingers.

"Well, I love you very much," I said, lowering my fingers to her opening and 
gathering the liquid that started to came out, "and I'm sure Peter also loves 
you. And I like to think you love me and the rest of your playmates, right?"

Monse looked at me with a thoughtful expression, "I'm not sure Mommy would like 
me to get a baby," she said and tried to close her legs for the first time, so 
I removed my hand.

"I don't think your mom will mind if you have a baby," I said with a smile, but 
Monse looked at me with doubtful eyes. "It's true. When your mom first signed 
you up to stay with us, we asked her if it was okay for you to get a baby, and 
she said it was," I assured her, as she got up and we walked out of the 
restroom.

"Really?" she asked, clearly not fully convinced, while we walked back to the 
nap room.

"Really! If you doubt me, I can show you the paper where she signed that it was 
fine," I assured her. It was *strictly* true, the contracts *did* state that 
the daycare would not be liable if a boy got a girl or caretaker pregnant, or 
if a girl got pregnant herself. It also detailed that the children *were* 
expected to participate in sexual games both between each other and with the 
caretakers. Still, a lot of parents either didn't read the fine print, or hoped 
their children would be too young to face the consequences of their 
reproductive urges. And while it was possible Monse's parents would be mad at 
becoming grandparents so soon, I was pretty certain they would accept their 
responsibility for it.

"So, I have to play the pee-pee hiding game to get the good feeling?" she 
finally asked, apparently convinced her mom would not scold her. We were almost 
back to the nap room, and soon we wouldn't be able to chat so freely.

"You can try it, many really like it," I assured her, lowering my voice to 
avoid bothering the sleeping children, "but if you want I can give you a good 
feeling now, all you have to do is let me try to put my baby in your tummy," I 
proposed as I softly patted her flat lower belly.

Monse giggled and nodded, and I can honestly say I felt good not only because I 
was going to fuck and inseminate the little girl, but also because I had 
brought her peace about something that was bothering her.

Silently I guided her back to her sleeping bag. In the darkness I could see the 
silhouette of a fellow caretaker cradling a child to her breast, probably Suzy. 
The rest were likely with some child as well. Oh well, I had wanted to give a 
thumbs up to Mark, but I'll get to brag later.

I lay down next to Monse, caressing her naked body. She shivered when my hands 
touched her small nipples, so I took a moment to fondle her budding breasts. I 
kissed her forehead and continued moving my hands down her little body.

"We have to be quiet, we cannot disturb your playmates," I whispered into her 
ear as my hands caressed her stomach and back.

Monse just nodded, arching her back as my hands went to cup her perky butt. It 
was so small I could grab it all in one hand. I kissed her face and continued 
moving my hands down her body. I purposely skipped over her crotch and started 
caressing her young legs, I felt her shiver again as I massaged her thighs and 
placed little kisses on her neck.

I moved one hand up her thighs, almost touching her young pussy, while the 
other continued playing with her backside and my lips found her pointy little 
nipples. Monse couldn't hold back a moan as I started sucking on her breasts, 
and her whole body jerked, forcing my hand against her crotch.

I happily noticed she was very wet, almost as if I hadn't wiped her after she 
peed. I moved my fingers to the top of her hairless pussy, finding her little 
button already swollen and ready. I gently caressed her clit while my tongue 
lapped at her nipples and little Monse continued to move in the most sensual 
way.

"I'm gonna put my pee-pee in you now, ok?" I whispered to her, letting go of 
her breasts and moving my body closer to her side. She was getting close to her 
orgasm, and I wanted my cock inside her when she had it. I wasn't sure if she 
could have more than one climax, so I didn't want to miss this one.

I moved my hands around Monse and pulled her over me. I would've loved to feel 
her naked body on mine, but the rules still forbade us from removing the 
uniform, so all I could feel was her body heat through my shirt while my hands 
caressed her naked butt.

I hugged her with one hand and used the other to free my cock and guide it to 
Monse's wet groin. I had to push Monse down my body for my cock to reach her 
pussy, but the little girl was so turned on she quickly pushed herself against 
my erection.

Lining up to her pussy was a challenge. I usually penetrate girls lying on a 
table or from the back, but I really wanted to hug this princess while I 
inseminated her. I had to use both hands to find her hole while my cock head 
rubbed her naked crotch, and even with all the fluids that we both had leaked 
there, I could not manage to push it inside her.

Suddenly I felt her little hands between our bodies. Monse grabbed my cock and 
lifted her bottom, allowing me to pry open her pussy lips, and then she pushed 
down with my cock pressed against her opening.

I felt a stretching sensation while my glans fought to enter her tight hole, 
until, with a mutual moan, my tip parted her outer lips and sank a little into 
her body.

I couldn't help myself, I took Monse's slim waist and pulled her down on my 
cock, while her little hands still explored the point where my rigid cock 
joined her body. There was a snapping sensation inside the little girl as my 
cock made it past her maidenhead, and Monse let out a little grunt.

I quickly stopped and hugged her tightly. "Are you okay?" I whispered, 
caressing her back and forcing myself to remain still. I hadn't expected her to 
still have her hymen. Even if she hadn't played with other boys, girls usually 
insert pens or toys and their virginities are long gone before this age.

"It stung a little... and I feel stuffed... but the nice feeling... tickles... 
can we keep going?"

I smiled and started slowly moving my hips, testing if it was uncomfortable for 
the little girl. I really didn't want to stop, but if the loss of her virginity 
was too much, I would remove my cock and give her another oral climax. I was 
overjoyed when Monse started moving over me, rotating her hips while her hands 
touched the point where my cock joined her pussy, and gave extra stimulation to 
her clit.

I really had won the lottery with this little girl. Not only had I given her 
her first ever orgasm, but she had managed to keep her virginity for me to 
take. All I needed for this to be perfect was that she was ovulating for the 
first time now or tomorrow, so I could also claim her very first egg.

Mark was going to be green with envy when I told him I had actually taken the 
virginity of the little eight-year-old girl. Mark was a fellow caretaker, and 
he loved to take girls' virginities, which was hard, since by the time we could 
have sex with a girl, she usually had lost her hymen to toys or other boys. My 
fetish was similar, in that by the time a girl was fertile, she was more likely 
to conceive by one of her playmates or other caretakers, than me. So Mark and I 
had a playful rivalry going on, where I would brag whenever I was the first to 
fuck a girl, and he would brag when he inseminated a girl that could have been 
fertile. This time, however, I felt kinda bad for Mark, since he would have 
loved to be the one to break in such a lovely girl.

I gave a harder push and felt most of my cock sink into the heated, tight and 
wet hole of little Monse. I could feel the walls of her passage contracting 
while she moved, clearly very close to her release. Another push made her moan 
when my cock make contact with the end of her vagina. My glans pressed against 
her cervix, and I could almost imagine her virgin little womb just there, with 
a fresh ovum just waiting for my sperm.

"My pee-pee is touching your baby place," I whispered to her, hugging her to 
keep her from making us cum too soon, "are you ready to get a baby?" I asked, 
moving a hand between our bodies to caress her flat belly.

"Mommy won't be mad, right Papa?" asked the girl, more worried about her 
mother's reaction than actually being pregnant.

"Don't worry," I told her, lowering my fingers to touch the union of our 
bodies, where Monse continued to move side to side, caressing her little clit 
and making her jump again. I was getting really close to cumming.

I felt her pussy contract around my cock, her cervix pressing against my cock 
head as Monse moaned into my chest. I loved the wetness that spread from our 
union. Monse shivered and arched her back, and I felt her pussy jump around my 
cock. The little girl was cumming and I could feel her tight little hole 
begging for my seed.

"Here's your baby," I told her, unable to hold back any longer. With the next 
ripple of Monse's pussy I let my sperm go, flooding her undeveloped passage and 
pressing my cock against the end of her pussy. Monse moaned while the pleasure 
made her shudder and I continued to shoot rope after rope of virile seed inside 
her developing fertility. Pressed against her cervix, I hoped at least some of 
my sperm were going inside her virgin womb, where they might find her very 
first ovum, ready to be fertilized.

I hugged Monse tightly, letting her ride her climax while my cock jumped and 
gave the last few drops of sperm inside her little body. When she stopped 
writhing, I leaned forward and kissed her forehead, now damp with sweat.

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"Did you enjoy your good feeling?" I whispered in her ear, remembering that the 
children around us were still sleeping and we should not have made so much 
noise.

Monse just nodded, too tired to answer. I could already feel her breathing 
relaxing, she would soon be asleep.

"Thank you for letting me make you a mommy," I told her, unsure if she heard 
me, since soon it was clear she was fast asleep.

I decided to stay there for a while, with the little girl sleeping on top of 
me, my softening cock still inside her hole, holding my seed in her womb. Soon 
I would have to get up and go back to my duties, but for now I could enjoy the 
closeness of the peaceful girl.


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*** Checking in ***


"You work at the daycare, right?" the question stopped the daycare worker as he 
walked to work, a coffee in his hand. The answer was obvious, since he already 
wore the uniform with the logo and name of the facility. The one asking the 
question, though, wore street clothes, had an angular face, apparently stuck 
mid-frown, and had been leaning against the wall, clearly waiting for something.

"Why...?" said the worker, taking a step back. Ever since the pedophile ring 
was busted, he and his fellow coworkers had received suspicious looks and 
veiled threats just for working with children. Only the loyalty of their long 
time customers kept the business afloat, as very few parents wanted to part 
with their children.

"I'm detective Johnson," he introduced himself, showing his badge, "I have a 
meeting with your boss, but I wanted to have a few words with you beforehand."

"With me?" replied the daycare worker, actually taking the officer's badge and 
paying close attention to it. It was real, it also showed that detective 
Johnson wasn't from the local police, but part of the federal investigation 
team.

"With any employee, really," replied the officer, putting his badge away, and 
giving the daycare worker a subtle, but clearly intended, glimpse of his 
sidearm, "I know what your boss is gonna say, so I want to see if there's any 
other stories I should know."

"Stories about what?" replied the employee, as both men started walking towards 
the daycare.

"Look, we're trying not to turn this into a witch hunt, but we can't ignore any 
valid lead... and there's a weird correlation between young mothers and clients 
of your daycare," he made a calculated pause, giving the worker enough time to 
blurt anything, and then continued, "you work with the children, and you have a 
duty to report if you *think* there's any abuse. So, do you have anything to 
report before I start investigating?"

The employee took a deep breath and looked at officer Johnson in the eye, "In 
the two years I've worked here, I've never even *suspected* any of the children 
were being abused, and I suggest you double check your numbers, very few 
parents are single mothers." By then they were in front of the daycare, some 
other employees could be seen opening the doors and getting everything ready 
for when the parents drop off their children.

"Not single mothers," corrected the detective, "*young* mothers, teenagers that 
were under *your* care when they got pregnant. How do you explain that---" 
Johnson clarified as they entered the facility. "Whoa!"

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"Are you ok?" I asked the detective as we entered. I was still annoyed at him, 
practically accusing us of neglecting the children.

"Yeah, just a dizzy spell," he answered.

"Maybe all the bright colors?" I suggested, remembering it had also given me a 
headache the first few weeks of work.

"Maybe..." he said, regaining the stern face from before, "where were we...? Oh 
yeah, the pregnancies..."

"Well, I try my best," I replied, unable to hide a smile. "I would love for 
every little girl to leave us with a big belly or a nursing baby in her arms, 
but really, we caretakers have very little sex with the children, so most of 
your *young* mothers are likely the product of mutual play between the 
children," I explained.

By now the children had started to flood in, and to my pleasure the detective's 
face had lost its edge as he admired them tearing their clothes off in order to 
go play. Without the frown he appeared much nicer, and I felt bad at being 
annoyed at him, he was only doing his work, and I should be happy there were 
others making sure the children were protected.

"So... no abuse at all, right?" replied the detective, his eyes glued to the 
naked bodies as the children greeted and frolicked together. A normal response 
for those not used to see naked children so often. "Well, I still have to 
interview your boss, but so far they do seem to be in good hands," he smiled, 
something that looked weird on his face, and offered me a handshake, before 
moving on to the office to talk with my boss. I hoped I hadn't say anything 
wrong, but the detective seemed like a nice guy, and since we're not doing 
anything wrong, I doubted there would be any problems.