Author: Tod Naturlich Title: Daycare Pride Part: 6 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 ===== *** Parting Gift *** ================================================================================ Parting Gift https://booru.allthefallen.moe/data/35759ddad7f15ef07270ac4151591e4f.jpg ================================================================================ I looked out the door to the empty street and frowned. Having to man the reception was probably the dullest job in the daycare. Outside of the two or three times a year where all the parents came looking for a place to leave their children, it was unusual for anyone to enter in the middle of the day. Still I was now the face of the business, as well as the last line of defense in case a child tried to sneak out. At some level I welcomed the boredom. The last few weeks had been somewhat tense. Lots of things came up, not all of them good. Still, I guess I had no right to complain, at least three girls were pregnant, and there was a chance I was the father. But things were not so simple. Suzy had informed us of her pregnancy almost a month ago. She told us she would keep working as much as possible, and take only the minimum maternity leave, promising to enroll her newborn and return to work quickly. We all congratulated her, but Suzy was not in the mood. I think she was annoyed at loosing at her own game. She loved to feel the kids twitching inside her, but hoped not to get pregnant. Of course the baby could be mine, from that one demonstration we did in front of the kids. Suzy hadn't said how far into her pregnancy she was, so I couldn't be sure. What bothered me the most was that Suzy now frowned whenever someone would bring up the subject. Our conversations and playful banter had completely stopped. I really missed her making fun of me for trying to put my babies in the little girls, and how she would smile and laugh when in return I made fun of her nursing the kids with empty breasts. Last week the computer asked Suzy to remove her clothes so the children could see how her body was changing due to her pregnancy. I wasn't close enough to see much, but I *did* manage to see her baby bump, and I must say she looked really beautiful with it. I overheard that her boyfriend hadn't taken the news well. For a while it seemed they were gonna break up, but apparently they had talked things over and for now were still together. I hoped they'd stay that way, since I knew Suzy would need help once the child was born. I liked to think that was what was really bothering her, and not the pregnancy itself. Josh had been ecstatic the day Suzy told the children she was pregnant. I'm pretty sure the boy was also wishing the baby was his, and his odds were not bad. Once I find out *when* Suzy got pregnant, I'll be able to tell if the baby is more likely to be Josh's or mine. Unfortunately Josh will never know. That was another big black cloud over my mood. About two weeks ago Josh and Marie's mother stormed into the daycare, demanding to speak with the owner. Mr. Shousha shared with us what happened. Apparently she had discovered Josh and Marie having sex at home the day before. She had reacted as badly as an uninformed parent could, blaming and separating the kids. She then forced Marie to take a pregnancy test, and to nobody's surprise, the girl was good and pregnant. She actually attempted to sue us, with some ridiculous claim about corrupting the youth. The case never made it past the paperwork, since it was discovered she had lied when she enrolled her children. Marie was actually fourteen, while Josh was thirteen. No wonder they looked so much more developed than the rest of their peers. The sad thing was, they haven't been back since then. And not only the other children missed them, but we as well. I hoped Marie and the baby were fine, but I had no way of knowing. Every child that goes away takes a part of me with them. But the fact that we were unable to say goodbye made it much harder. On the complete opposite end of the emotional spectrum, there was cute little almost-nine-year-old Monse. No matter how sad or tired I felt, seeing her playing and laughing in the playground made my day. She was just over 10 weeks along, but in such a tiny body, her baby bump was already *very* apparent. The little girl had really given me all she could: her first orgasm, her virginity, and her first egg, as she never had a period before her belly started growing. Well, to be fair, Peter *might* be the father, as they played often after that wonderful nap where I inseminated her for the first time. But the clear liquid the boy spurted would have to be extremely lucky to beat mine. As happy as I was to know Monse's condition, I had been pretty worried about her for a while. She had stopped coming for almost a month, and all we knew was that her parents had decided to take her out of the daycare mid-year. I must recognize the dedication that Mr. Shousha, the owner of the daycare, has for the children. He took the time to go and chat with Monse's parents to find out what was happening, and finally convinced them to let her come back. From what Monse told me, she got sick one morning and her mom took her to the doctor. There they made her pee in a cup and afterwards her mom and the doctor started to question her about who had been touching her kitty. She laughed when she remembered the face on her mom and the doctor as she asked them if she had a baby in her tummy. Apparently her mom didn't find it funny, and even tried to make Monse give up the baby. That's why she stopped bringing Monse to the daycare. I'm not sure how Mr. Shousha found out, but he went to Monse's house and convinced her mom that neither Monse nor the baby were to blame. That the best thing to do was to let Monse continue her life as normal as possible. Since she returned, I've had the chance to dip my cock in her little pussy one time. Being very careful not to go too deep. It was almost a magical experience, to fuck a girl when you know your baby is growing in her body. It's unlikely I'll get too many more opportunities to repeat that, but I promised myself I'll at least fuck her one more time when she's closer to giving birth. I'm sure that will also be a wonderful experience. The only downside to Monse's pregnancy was that due to her young age she was forbidden from participating in a lot of the more physical games. Plus it was clear she was getting tired much faster. Well, as long as she was with us, we would help her as much as we could, both before and after she had her child. I wondered if I'd be able to give her another baby before she finally graduated from our facility. Besides these three confirmed pregnancies, there was Cathy. The eleven-year-old had always been one of the most careful girls about *who* she let spurt inside her. In fact, in my two and a half years working there, I had only managed to inseminate her three times. Well, I liked to think the third time was the charm, for Cathy has been feeling sick in the mornings for the last week. We were still not sure, and it would be a couple more weeks before she could take a pregnancy test, but I had high hopes her belly would also swell soon. What put me down a bit was that with both Suzy and Monse clearly pregnant, most of the older girls were taking things more seriously. Just earlier this week two ten-year-olds came up to me before nap time and asked me not to put my cream in them while they are napping. I still don't know *how* they knew I was planning on doing that, but I had to settle for a much younger seven-year-old to relieve myself. Thus I welcomed my current job. It was better to be bored than to be teased by the young bodies of little girls that were somewhat reluctant to have my babies. I was sure when Suzy and Monse returned with their babies after giving birth, and the girls saw how happy the new mothers were, they would be much more receptive. But for now they had a somewhat annoyed caregiver, and a little girl that complained about fatigue and not being able to participate in many games. "Hello," came the greeting form the door. I had been so distracted I didn't notice when it opened. For a moment panic filled me as the woman that entered was accompanied by a young girl. Had I really allowed a child to leave without noticing? Then I realized the girl was wearing a school uniform, and relaxed, realizing she had come with the woman, and not from inside the daycare. "Welcome, what can I do for you?" I addressed the woman, remembering I was the face of the business. I tried to keep my eyes on the older woman, even if I wanted to focus on the girl. "Yes, I have an appointment with Mr. Shousha. Is he in?" replied the lady. She was dressed in a smart fashion. An elegant skirt and a light blouse. She was clearly a working lady. I quickly checked the boss's schedule, finding that indeed he had set half an hour aside for a 'meeting with Ms. Porter'. "Ms. Porter, right?" I quickly confirmed, "sure, he's expecting you, his office is the first door to the right," I pointed. "Thank you," she said, but didn't move, instead placing her hand on the young girl's shoulders, "could I leave Meredith with you, I think she has something for you." "Meredith?" I replied, only now taking a good look at the girl. A smile lit up my face as I finally recognized her. Meredith had been at the daycare since the day I started working, and I had been very sad the day we had to say goodbye. In the year that I hadn't seen her she had grown quite a lot. Turning from the generic cute girl that I'd met into a striking young lady. She was much taller now, and under her school uniform were hints of breasts and hips. She now had much longer hair, the curly flocks flowing down her back. She was also smiling at me, her face somewhat flushed as her mom forced her to come closer. "Meredith, is that really you?" I had to ask, "Wow, you've grown a lot, how old are you?" "I turned thirteen two months ago," she replied, blushing even deeper as she smiled and fidgeted. "So, can I leave her with you?" repeated her mother. "Sure," I finally acknowledged her, "we can catch up for a bit." With a final smile, Meredith's mother walked past me, and I could focus my attention on her daughter. Even with so many kids coming and going, I could clearly remember her as she played and laughed about. I also remembered how tight she had been the few times I'd managed to put my seed inside her. "So, you're out of school already?" I asked when I noticed we'd been staring silently at each other. Meredith nodded, her hands grabbing the hem of her pleated skirt. "I asked mom to bring me, I wanted to give you something." "Oh? A gift for me?" I said, honestly surprised. "What is it?" Meredith almost ran behind the counter and, without asking, turned her back to me and jumped into my lap. I grabbed her little body and held her, quite surprised as she turned to look at me with a big smile. "Here, read it," she said, handing me a card. I took the card in one hand, while the other I used to hold the girl in my lap. She was sitting on both my legs, and I could feel her bubbly ass resting on my growing erection. I'm not sure if she did it with that purpose, but I had no reason to stop her. The card was a simple *thank you* card. But the girl had used every single free space to draw something. Stars, hearts and wiggly lines covered every inch of the exterior of the card. Upon opening it, I discovered she'd used the interior in the same fashion. It was even hard to make out the printed message "Thanks for always being there for me!" On the other side, she had drawn a man and a girl side by side, holding hands, again later using all the free space around them for hearts and lines. "It's very beautiful," I commented, my voice almost cracking as the simple gift threatened to bring tears to my eyes. "Thank you," I said. I hugged her tightly against me. She in turn hugged my arms, the only part she could reach from her position. I would have been happy to remain like that for a while, but a little hand between my legs startled me. Meredith had pushed her hand under herself and was looking for something in my crotch. ================================================================================ Meredith on my lap https://booru.allthefallen.moe/data/60fa3d34a7f26073704572fcb01074aa.png ================================================================================ "We can't do that anymore, Meredith," I told her, but didn't actually make an effort to stop her. "But I still haven't given you your full gift," she complained, "C'mon, let me see your penis, Papa." "Penis?" I asked with a small laugh. "Yep, they taught us that at school," she said, apparently proud of her vocabulary, "your pee-pee is a penis and my kitty is a vagina." "That's very good," I said. All this time her little fingers had continued to search under her ass for the end of my pants, and if I didn't do something quick, she was going to find it. "But you're not longer a little girl that needs daycare, so we can't play that game." "But you always said you wanted to put a baby in my belly," she replied. Her hand had finally found the waist of my pants, and was pulling down on it, trying to uncover my hard member. "And you were always looking out for me and making sure I was fine, and even giving me all those extra cookies," she insisted. Indeed, I might have doted on her more than others. I was a pretty new employee and didn't know I had to treat *all* children equally. "But I only had my first period two months ago, so now I can finally have your baby." Just then she managed to pull my pants down enough to free my cock. By then she had both hands under her, and I could feel her trying to move her panties aside to let me into her heated hole. I knew I should be resisting. I could have simply lifted her off me, but I had to admit I was thinking with the wrong head by then. "Meredith, I can't do that to you. You're no longer under my care," I said. I was enjoying the teasing. My hard member was rubbing at her panties and crotch as the girl fought to get it in position. I was just moving enough to ensure she couldn't. "Besides, I don't think your mom would approve of you getting pregnant right now," I added. "I don't care!," stated Meredith, turning to look at me with a serious face. "This is the gift I wanna give you," she insisted. "I couldn't get your baby when you were taking care of me. Now I can. Don't you want me to have your baby?" I grabbed her hips and held her as I felt my tip touching the entrance to her pussy. As tempting as her offer was, she was no longer under my care, and she was too young to decide by herself if she wanted to have a baby. "Meredith," I said, trying to be reasonable, "I would love to put my baby in your belly," I assured her. "But there are lots of things you don't---" She had relaxed in my arms when I started talking, and even made a movement to get away from me. That had made me relax my grip on her. With the reflexes of a cat, Meredith had twisted her body, getting rid of my arms and sank herself down on my cock to the root before I could even comprehend what was happening. "Meredith!" I cried out, drowning a moan that threatened to escape my throat. She was tight. I grabbed her little body to pull her up, but my hands found themselves cupping her developing breasts. Even over her uniform they promised to be so soft and I had the impulse to just squeeze them a little. "Don't move! Wait!" cried out Meredith in clear discomfort. That made me freeze, all my training returning to me, trying to gather what was wrong with her. I knew she wasn't a virgin, she hadn't been the first time I put my cock in her more than a year ago. I moved a finger down to where her panties were pulled to the side to let my member in and found our joining. She was quite dry. One of the cardinal rules about penetrating a little girl is to make sure she was lubricated enough. Children have a hard time lubricating on their own. Even when they are highly aroused, their genitals can be too dry to play with, much less attempt penetration. In the playground both kids and adults have access to lubes, and the children are taught how to use them, and why it's important to do so. Most of the male caregivers apply some lube to our cocks at the beginning of the day, to be ready if the need arises. Being out in the front desk, I hadn't taken that precaution, and now young Meredith had payed the price. "Don't worry, I won't move," I assured her, my finger gently playing with her little clit to help her body deal with the sudden intrusion, make her create more fluids, and keep her mind off of it. "Just relax and I'll take it out in a moment." "Can't you just... leave it in?" she asked. She turned her head and smiled shyly to me, apparently the worst of her discomfort gone. "Even for a bit, even if you don't want to cum inside." "It's not that I don't *want* to," I assured her, punctuating my statement with a little push of my dick inside her. She was much wetter now, and I was happy at the gasp she gave when my dick moved inside her. "But having a baby is a big responsibility, and you're in school now, it would be hard for you to do both." "I can just bring her here with you, can't I?" she said, her own hips beginning to rock. Her little clit trying to get more stimulation from my finger. "You would still have to pay," I told her. "And very small children require lots of work. Even if you leave it with us during the morning, you would have to take care of it the rest of the day... and night." Trying to convince the girl it was a bad idea to have a child was having an adverse effect on me. As I imagined the young girl with a big belly, then carrying my child around, feeding it, changing it, making sure it was sleeping soundly. I was beginning to feel my balls tingling, as the clear desire to stuff this child with my baby filled my cock. "And what about your mom? You're too young to do all that yourself, so you would be adding more responsibility to her, right?" This last argument apparently hit home. Meredith stopped moving on top of me. Her pussy muscles were still stimulating my cock, but as long as she stayed still I had no risk of inseminating her anytime soon. "But... but I..." she turned around, her face filled with sadness, almost on the brink of tears, "You were so good to me... I want to... to give you something... I don't know what else to..." I just hugged her tightly against me. My cock deep inside her almost forgotten as I tried to make the tender girl feel good about herself. "You don't have to give me anything," I gently told her. "Knowing you think of me is enough," I said. "And that was a lovely card," I added, "I promise I will always treasure it." Meredith's breathing was back to normal, and a quick glance down told me she was no longer about to cry, instead a small smile adorned her features. "But I *did* want to have your baby," she said. Her pussy was so tight around me, and with that comment she managed to clench it even more, as she started moving again. "You're still insisting on that?" came her mother's voice. I hadn't noticed when the woman approached, but she was looking at her daughter with a serious face. I moved my hands down, letting go of Meredith's boobs and instead holding her by her waist, trying to keep both of us still. With the desk between us and Meredith still in her school uniform, I hoped the woman would not discover I was balls-deep in her fertile daughter. "We've talked about it, Meredith," she continued. "You would have to leave school for at least a year if you get pregnant, and it would put a heavy burden on both our lives." "Sandra got her baby and she still goes to school," retorted Meredith. The look on her mother told me this was not the first time she had used those arguments. "And a baby is the only real gift I can give Papa, he was always telling us how he wished we would all have his babies." I clenched my teeth, trying to hold my orgasm at bay. Meredith was moving while arguing with her mom, her young, hot, wet and fertile pussy massaging my cock in such a delicious way that I feared I would be unable to hold on much longer. "Sandra's parents have enough money to hire help. We don't," stated Meredith's mother. "If you get yourself pregnant, *you* will have to take care of it, day and night. *You* will have to feed it, change it, and stay awake at night until it goes to sleep. If you're lucky you will only lose a year of school, maybe much more." "I don't care!" cried out Meredith, "I'll do all that," she turned to me with a big smile, even as tears ran down her cheeks, "Papa deserves it!" I just smiled back at her, fighting to keep my moans silent and my hips still as I blasted her insides with my sperm. I wasn't sure what had gotten me off more, her tight little body, or her determination to give me such a wonderful gift. I wanted to just pound her while I filled her, but with her mom looking on, I knew I couldn't. Even as my seed filled Meredith, I knew I was screwed. Her mother would know what I'd done and scream bloody murder. I would be lucky if I wasn't fired on the spot. Hell, the woman could probably call the police and tell them I had abused her daughter. For some reason all that only made me squirt even harder. This was the last chance I would get to make Meredith's belly swell, and even if everything else went to hell, she would have my baby. At that moment, while my last spurt of cum entered her hopefully fertile womb, I got a glimpse of understanding of Suzy and the rest of the girls that were reluctant to let me inseminate them. The thrill of making Meredith pregnant had been enhanced by the knowledge that doing so would be a great risk to myself as well. I was doing something that could potentially derail my life, and yet I couldn't stop. I didn't want to stop at all. Suzy was the same, I realized. She loved the danger of getting pregnant. Not because she wanted that, but because it made the sex that much more exciting. Because she was risking her whole future for an explosive moment of pleasure. "... you're sure that's what you want, I won't get in the way." Meredith's mother was talking, but I had lost part of her words while I inseminated her daughter right in front of her. She turned her eyes to me, acknowledging me for the first time since she came out of the office. "I talked it over with your boss," she told me with a smile that showed she knew more than she let on, "and he agreed to let Meredith give you this gift." "Really?" cried out Meredith, almost jumping on top of me. My spent cock still held tightly inside her. Her pussy moving around me, hot and wet and filled with my cum, not letting my member lose its hardness. "Yes," she replied, smiling kindly to her daughter. "I know how much this means to you, and while I still have some doubts, it wouldn't be fair to cut you off when you're just trying to be nice." "Can we do it now?" she quickly asked her mother, her bouncing on top of me already had my cock back to full hardness. "I think you already started, so I don't see why not," she replied, her eyes moving down. Even with the desk covering us, I think it was pretty obvious what we were doing. I still hoped she hadn't realized I had seeded her daughter before she agreed to it, that might not leave the best impression. "Ma'am, let me congratulate you on raising such a kind and well behaved daughter," I replied, my finger back at Meredith's clit, trying to get her to orgasm as fast as possible, while the little girl continued to bounce on top of me in happiness. My other hand holding her breast over her uniform. "This is a gift I will never forget," I added, my own hips moving to meet the girl as she moaned in pleasure on top of me. "I... well, I wasn't too sure about it at first," she admitted. Meredith's mother was blushing as she watched her daughter moving up and down on my lap, her eyes closed as she moaned in pleasure. I guess this was the first time the woman had seen her daughter like this. "Your boss was very persuasive, though," she added. "He offered me one year of daycare free of charge for her... your baby, and... well. I just wanted my daughter to be happy." "Thank you, Mommy," cried Meredith, smiling to her mother even as her pussy began to twitch around me. "I promise I'll be the best mom ever!" she said in a moan as her body began to convulse over my cock, her climax consuming the barely teenager as her pussy milked my cock. "Here's your baby!" I said, grabbing her hips and pushing her down as far as I could. Even though I had just cum a few minutes ago, I felt my balls contracting as a new stream of sperm fired into her heated body. I can't say which climax was better. There was something *different* between the thrill of inseminating an unaware girl, and inseminating a girl that wants your baby. Meredith's mom just kept looking at us as I hugged her daughter in the afterglow. I wasn't sure what she was thinking, but I felt way too content to care about that. I could feel my excess cum already dripping around my softening cock. Meredith was just cuddling up to me, her eyes closed in satisfaction as she almost purred onto me. "You... you're done?" asked the woman. "Mh-hmm," agreed Meredith, slowly getting up. My soft cock left her drenched pussy just so her panties could snap back into place. I helped the girl to her feet, and she surprised me once more by planting a kiss on my lips before running around the desk to stand by her mother. "Well, I'll be bringing her every Friday after school so you can... give her... that..." confirmed the woman, carefully eyeing her daughter and trying to fix her wrinkled uniform. ================================================================================ Meredith's gift https://booru.allthefallen.moe/data/15306548dc3e20764018c914d8a76722.jpg ================================================================================ "Mom! do something, it's all running out of me," complained Meredith, lifting her skirt and showing how her panties were stuck to her pussy, completely drenched to the point they appeared almost transparent. The cloth so saturated that my cum was already dripping around them and down Meredith's legs. Wordlessly I handed them a couple tissues, and the woman quickly got down to try and clean her daughter. "I guess we'll have to bring some tampons next time, if he's always gonna fill you like this," she commented. "Don't worry," I told the frowning girl, "I'm sure there's still more than enough inside you to make your belly swell." That made her smile return. After exchanging a few pleasantries with her mother, the pair walked out the door, hand in hand, her little womb filled with my seed and the promise of a repeat soon in the future. "See you next Friday!" cried out Meredith from outside, waving her hand at me. I replied to the gesture with a smile. Her card was still on the table, and I decided to take very good care of it. In a couple of years I wanted to show it to my daughter and tell her how she'd been conceived the day her mother gave it to me. ******************************************************************************** *** Interview *** "Joining us tonight is Mr. John Shousha, local entrepreneur who recently struck a deal to purchase the school building and reopen it as a private school. Hello Mr. Shousha, a pleasure having you with us." "Thanks for having me, Steve." "I'll cut straight to the chase. We all know the school was closed when the board and staff were arrested and charged with sexually assaulting the students. Why did you decide to reopen it?" "Simple: the children deserve it. They are not guilty and they shouldn't have to miss out on their education just because of the actions of some people." "Aren't you afraid people will suspect you of doing the same. You have to admit this is an awfully tense environment." "They can do what they want. As you know I already own a successful daycare facility. The authorities investigated us at length and found nothing at all. I'll be working with them as we prepare the school, so I'm confident we can appease all doubts." "Yes. I believe your daycare facility made the news more than once. Even after the investigation declared you free from all suspicion, there are those that remain skeptical. Any word for them?" "I can only invite them to visit. My staff will be delighted to give them a tour so they can see with their own eyes how the children are treated." "Another question came from the timing. You announced your intention to restructure the school less than a month after the arrests. Was this something you had planned in advance?" "I had plans to extend my business into education, indeed. The regrettable circumstances just forced me to move faster. But yes, a lot was planned from before." "What about qualified staff, and teachers. I understand the staff in your daycare do not have teaching credentials." "That's a common misconception. While there is no *requirement* to have teaching credentials to work at my daycare, most of the staff *are* professionals. As I said earlier, this is a long term plan, so I started training my staff a long time ago in order to extend the business from a simple daycare into a fully fledged school." "What about the curriculum? We know you implemented some 'new age' teaching techniques in your daycare. Can we expect the same for the school?" "Calling them 'new age' is hardly fair. Everything I've done is fully supported by the scientific method. At first I was a bit worried about taking them to a bigger venue, but now I'm confident I can do it safely. In fact... let me turn this on... Ok, would you say it's bad for children to experience sex with each other?" "... No, I... I wouldn't. What was that? I felt kinda dizzy for a moment." "Sorry, I'll turn it off. I was just making sure it works over the TV. This is one of the 'new age' devices to help children concentrate easily. Don't worry, it's perfectly safe. I've been using it in the daycare since day one, with excellent results." "Well, it seems the kids will be in good hands. Unfortunately that is all the time we have. Thank you once more Mr. Shousha for talking with us, I'm sure all the kids are excited about returning to school."