Zappy Day Care - TG

Erin put a finally check on her clipboard, noting the last child's delivery to the daycare with a sense of satisfaction. She placed the board on the floor with a smile before facing the children, gathered in a group. "You're all going to behave today, aren't you?" she demanded.

They nodded in union, giggling amongst themselves as she gave them a mock glare. "That means no fire balls, no gender morphs, no conjuring dragons, no entering fantasy worlds… without bringing at least three other kids along in order to create an informal party for your future quest, you hear me?" They nodded, again, the littlest of the babies beginning to tip.

Erin winced as the girl smacked into the ground, crying as the air burst into sparks, a fire spreading across the wood. She sighed a little as the nursery extinguished itself. "Thank you boss lady," she muttered, rubbing a hand affectionately against the wall. She still wasn't entirely certain what sort of system they had, but it made taking care of the children far easier.

She glanced around at the thought, making a mental check list in her mind as she spied out what the children were doing. "Kayla's making lightning," she muttered to herself, watching the bolts safely detracted into the wall. "Kara's flying, Alex is running and top speeds and Steff's… no, Steffani at the moment, is lifting weights… they must have switched powers, again, which means Jona and Rona are up to their usual tricks… Lindsey's a lion - again - Ron's mimicking a cheer leader from some show - no, wait, Ron's mimicking a frog… That's Josh, after he's been gotten by Kitten… Better make a note to get him back to normal before any eligible boys show up, 'cause I'm fairly sure she's the character that keeps getting pregnant…" She sighed. "Now, if I only I could shake the nerve shattering feeling that…" She felt something thud into her backside, her legs slamming to the floor as an energy bolt passed through her body.

"Lexis," she muttered, waiting for the feeling to return to her fingers before softly pressing her way up. "Lexis, what have I told you about blasting me with energy!?" she demanded, voice raising an octave in frustration as she felt her body twitch. She let out a minor groan as her breasts pressed out, her hair sliding to the floor as her butt pushed against it. She wiggled a little, popping a pill out of her side strap and taking it with a gulp. She made a face of irritation as she felt her sides slip in, the effects slowly beginning to cease as she assessed the damage. She stuck a tongue out at the mirror, disgusted to find that her new face made it look cute, but happy to note that her mind seemed to be in working order. It was dangerous raising a child with a bimboization  beam.

She lifted a hand to her breasts last, shivering  a little at the boosted sensitivity before deciding it wasn't too bad. Not so big that it did more than fill the baggy shirt she wore, or so hypersensitive that touching them brought her down to her knees. She hefted them a few times to make sure, testing to make sure that they hadn't been filled with milk or anything similar, before giving a quick nod of satisfaction at the overall results. She'd probably flirt with a boy after work, she decided, perhaps one of the married dads. It was always satisfying when they ran home to their own wives after watching her turn back mid come-on.

A small cough behind her made her turn, yelping in surprise when she saw the man behind her. She glanced  him over, noticing the thinning hair on head and adding it to his grim expression before mentally deciding he wasn't one of the kids or their fathers. She smiled  politely, anyway, on the off chance it was one of the mothers instead. "Anything I could do for you, sir?" she asked, leaning to the masculinity for the time being. It always gave the mothers in disguise a rush when they thought nothing was wrong, anyway.

"You could vacate the premise along with these children," he remarked, the casual sneer removing all doubts about whether he was someone she needed to show respect too.

"Excuse me?" demanded Erin, polite veneer gone as she glared down at the intruder.

"You heard me," he shrugged, ignoring her look as she gazed at him. Well fitting suit, tailored for a freedom he rarely made use of. Thin body, but not many muscles. No wrinkles, but a clean cut figure. She catalogued his features in her mind as she glared at him, refusing to back down.

"I don't think I did. I'm not leaving this place. It's where I work. Which means the kids aren't leaving either."

"Neither you nor anyone else will be working here as soon as I put in a call to my friend the mayor," he smiled, his voice filled with disdain. "There are at least a dozen hazards in this room alone which clearly need fixing, and I can personally assure you that you will find no time to fix them before I can get this place foreclosed and turned into a coffee shop, the way I intended to before your boss out priced me."

"So… what? You're just going through all this trouble out of some cheesy revenge plot?" she demanded, noticing the smirk in his eyes vanish in a wave of irritation. Probably a political enemy, she decided, annoyed by how many businesses Angela had been sticking her fingers in. She got them from time to time, though rarely ones as dedicated as this.

"I am simply doing these children and they're parents a public service," he declared, his voice firm as he pulled a black phone from his pocket. "My people have informed me of various ordinences which you are in-"

"No violation of," she smiled, her hands glowing a little as his phone began to melt. He stared at it in shock, opening his hand to drop it even as the plastic seized hold of his fingers. Strands stretched out to grab the other, binding them both into the mess even as he cried out in disgust. "You'd find, if I actually let you accomplish that call, that my boss has special provisions in place for all these things. Namely 'cause our daycare is considered a public service of sorts, for removing the mess from the public's vision… You know how things are, the average person doesn't want to admit that there are babies stronger than they are." She shrugged, stretching her shoulders a little. "Of course, that includes being able to take care of those who stumble in on this place… Not that the boss likes it when I do, but so long as I don't destroy you, she won't give me too much grief…"

The man stared at her, mouth opening in protest as she stuck a lollypop in. He paused in surprise, trying and failing to spit it out as she gently placed a hand on his arm and focused. She grinned a moment later, watching as the clothing began to shift, the business suit's parts coming together as the black mass spread across his body. It slid across his length for a moment, tightening around his waist and crushing it inward as he squirmed. She smiled as his struggle stopped, his body readjusting to make the new shape natural, as the bottom of the material began to turn blue.

Erin's smile grew at the man's surprise look as the material widened, the bussinesman's hips spreading out to fill the gap, receding up over bare legs. Copies of her own bimboized form, she noticed with an air of satisfaction, gaze trailing up the hairless thighs as split formed along the sides. She grinned as the slit turned larger, climbing enough to reveal panties as they tightened around the frame. She listened as the man screamed against his lolly, his body crying out in pleasure as something in the center bulged. For a split moment she thought it was going to break free, growing out of control from the spells influence, before it cracked back down into his body.

"We're half way done, little Gina," she whispered into the new girl's ear, watching as the face youthened. The material continued changing, tightening along the arms as they shrank, bulging along the chance as Gina yanked her head back in ecstasy. She was moaning into her lolly, Erin knew, though she doubted the girl understood how perverted the picture was as her hair slowly grew down to the floor, her face shifting.

"Aww!" declared Erin, squeezing her duplicate until Gina squirmed, their breasts rubbing together enough to make the former man go wild. "You look so cute," she declared, grabbing the lollypop out of her twins mouth.

The former man opened his mouth to protest as she shoved a pacifier in Gina's mouth, gluing the new girls lips to it. Erin simply smiled as her victim screamed around it, leaning in to get a closer look at her choice. "My little ponies," she muttered. "My, aren't you the little girly girl?" she grinned, before giving him a stern look. "I take care of children day in and day out, little Gina. I don't particularly care what sorta tantrum you throw, I'm not putting up with anything from you."

She screamed louder, her body shrinking as Erin cooed, her fists growing smaller as she waved them. She felt herself wobble as her breasts refused to shrink, sensations pouring through her body as she felt tears lifting through her eyes, making it harder to think as the girl cooed again, with a smile. She scooped up the girl, with a sigh. "What did I tell you about trying to make yourself look older, Gina?" she demanded of the toddler, coddling the girl against her as the last of Gina's age began to fade away.

The girl just wiggled in response, happily sucking on her pacifier as Erin smiled. She'd always wanted a kid of her own. Zappy Day Care might as well be the place to get her.