Nanny School
I was inspired by a video showing a very expensive British nanny school that teaches all sorts of special skills, from embroidery to evasive driving. Here’s a pwp version — call me Cheep **** Miss Stella Cherry had one dream as a young woman; to be the best nanny she could be. A Goodcarrier Nanny. Every morning as a child, she admired the Goodcarrier Nannies as they promenaded their charges in neat rows. Each nanny proudly wore a revealing black uniform and blood-red heels flashing with each mincing step. Nurses of all genders had milky breasts jiggling in nursing bras, a bold red lip to match the heels, and, most impressively, a round belly leading the way down the path. Only the upperclass could afford Goodcarrier nannies. They cost a pretty penny, but their services were renowned. Each Goodcarrier Nanny arrived at their family’s door prepared to feed, clothe, ferry, educate, protect, and generally care for any children over a year old. However, a Goodcarrier Nanny is especially desired for childcare from conception through the first year of life. A Goodcarrier Nanny can accept a pregnancy transfer and provide a surrogate womb at any time after conception. After development, a Goodcarrier Nanny will be happy to birth the child or children in place of the original carrier. They will also provide wet nursing services for any family member who requests the service. Miss Stella couldn’t wait to be placed in her internship family.
She was in her third and final year of the rigorous Goodcarrier training. She’d been impregnated with a surrogate child at the end of her first month and had remained pregnant ever since. Carrying her surrogate child well past the due date was excellent practice for her future placements where she is sure to carry many children, sometimes at once, and birth frequently. To prepare for birth, Miss Stella had been practicing birthing large, weighted objects under the strict observation of the Goodcarrier staff. Miss Stella is proud to have earned high marks throughout her career at Goodcarrier. Giving birth today would be both happy and sad as she loved her very overdue belly but couldn’t wait to give birth for real this time. Her contractions had started just on time this morning and she’d showered and eaten a light breakfast as her waters broke. The toddler—who squirmed often in the little space he had available— had shifted down years prior and so he was very ready to emerge from her tight cervix. Miss Stella dropped the shower robe and crawled sideways onto her bed. Her belly, full of a large toddler, had long prevented her from doing anything gracefully. She wrapped an arm under her immense belly and hefted it into place on the cushion so that she could birth on her knees. The toddler shifted inside her and her belly visibly roiled. “Aaah baby, don’t get too excited! Shh, shh,” Miss Stella rubbed her hands into her swell to soothe the baby. He always responded well to her voice and her touch and so soon her belly calmed. Already sweating and panting from the exertion of getting into place, Miss Stella reached behind herself and arched her back as much as she could in an effort to probe her open pussy and measure her dilation. Her womb pressed into the bed, making her gasp. Slick dripped onto the underside of her womb. Her long fingers managed to slip in and she decided she could start pushing the eager toddler out. His head soon entered her canal, followed quickly by his shoulders. Miss Stella started to moan and cry, clutching her drum-tight belly as her precious cargo, who had previously been quite comfortably kept within her womb, began to crown. Her pink lips parted and a full head of hair could be seen. Miss Stella squirted all over the bed when she glanced over her shoulder at the wall mirror. The baby’s head was at full crown-stretching her tight pussy incredibly wide. Her expression was one of obscene rapture, her back arched, plush ass spread above splayed knees. Her arms could be seen gripping her pulsing womb that totally filled the bed before her, desperately attempting to keep the child inside but slipping in their grasp as milk dripped from her swollen breasts and slickened her skin. In that moment, as the toddler’s shoulders made their way out, Miss Stella realized that she had made exactly the right decision when enrolling at the Goodcarrier Academy of Nannies. She belonged like this, incredibly full of baby, breasts leaking, and pussy soaked. When the baby slipped the rest of the way out, she pulled him to her breasts and birthed the placenta. She recovered from birth quickly and efficiently handled the medical and legal necessities which followed a child’s birth. The toddler was collected by another nanny in training, who still waddled with the weight of the toddler in his womb, that lucky nanny. “How was it?” he asked politely. “I can’t wait for my placement to do it again,” Miss Stella replied. He blushed and cupped his own belly as he walked away with her toddler in his other arm, clearly anticipating his own impending birth. *** Miss Stella Cherry had completed her internship with a diplomat’s family that had a two year old in need of a nanny, but sadly no need for a pregnancy transfer or birth. As soon as she had her certificate of being a fully qualified Goodcarrier Nanny, she scoured the request board for parents interested in the more specialized parts of their training. Ding! An email from Headmistress Gloria Snatcher of Goodcarrier Academy of Nannies. Miss Stella squealed in excitement
when she opened the email. The key part of the email read: Sir Coque requires a nanny prepared for a number of births along with wet-nursing for the next several years. We recognize your particular enjoyment of this aspect of our services and we wish inquire as to your interest. He is offering a yearly stipend of …” You immediately accept. The next day, you board a plane for the countryside castle which will be your home for the next several years. When you arrive, you are ushered into a nice suite where you settle your personal effects. Smoothing that seductive uniform you once admired on others over your plush breasts and rounded buttocks, you deem yourself prepared to meet the family. Imagine your surprise when you discover that Sir Coque is the only one waiting for you in the lavishly appointed receiving room you’d been directed to by a maid. He’s a handsome man in his mid thirties and clearly born to nobility. His hair is impeccably cut and his clothes are equally impeccably tailored. He gives you a slow once over, pausing at each curve, before meeting your curious gaze. He smiles at the implied question in your raised brows. He clears his throat delicately before beginning, “Miss Cherry, as you have obviously surmised, I have neither a spouse nor children. I am not particularly in want of a spouse, but I am in want of children. As nobility, I need heirs and as a man, I would like to be a father.’’ He pauses to let that sink in before continuing. “I am, in fact, married, but it is merely a marriage of state and she resides permanently in Paris. We rarely interact. Thus, I am in need of someone to sire children on as well as rear them. That’s where you come in, I hope you agree.” He’s still looking at you intently. Miss Stella finds herself a bit flabbergasted. Any children a Goodcarrier carries are always as surrogates, even if the transfer occurs a mere week after conception. Sir Coque’s intentions with her are far clearly including her own eggs. “Sir Coque, are you not, perhaps, describing the role of a mistress or a whore?” Miss Stella asks softly. He chuckles and shakes his head before replying, “My children sired on you will be legitimate heirs, as all Goodcarrier children are, but my wife hasn’t the need to participate in any way.” Miss Stella is less certain than he is about the divisions between his depiction of a mistress or whore and this request, but a Goodcarrier Nanny’s job is to help ease the lives and burdens relating to childbirth and childrearing for their employers. More importantly, her pussy is already soaked at the thought of being stuffed full and knocked up again. It’s been a long few months with an empty womb. She shivers slightly in pleasure at the memory of being so full in her first pregnancy. With this job, hopefully it will be the first of many pregnancies. Taking a deep breath under Sir Coque’s watchful gaze, she nods sharply once. “I am happy to accept your proposal.” He grins wolfishly at her acceptance. “When shall we begin?” Miss Stella asks, expecting the answer to be after dinner or perhaps next week. Sir Coque rises from his chair suddenly and pulls her into his body by her waist. “Right now will do just fine” he says into her mouth as he kisses her. Miss Stella soon finds herself incredibly far from the polished image of the Goodcarrier Nannies she once cherished. Sir Coque had swept her into the bedroom and ravished her. Her red heels dangled from her feet over the edge of the bed on either side of his moving hips. Her skirt was torn off and her bare ass was propped up high. His large hands spread her pussy open as his bare cock slammed in and out, slick squelching indecently. Her shirt was missing and her brassier hung open with her breasts swinging in front of her. Miss Stella’s makeup was smeared across her face and the bed in front of her. She squirted and clenched wetly around his cock until he finally thrust in as deep as he could and filled her up with hot cum while whispering about how hot she’ll be all huge with his babies. She was so excited she came again when he
put a plug in her to keep her full. **** Sir Coque bred Miss Stella hard for hours each day. She’d end each day with a little pooch of cum in her abdomen. After a few months, she’s already got a sizable belly. When they perform an ultrasound, three fetuses are clearly visible on the screen. Sir Coque fucks her again right there on the examination table. When not getting fucked, Miss Stella prepares for the arrival of the triplets. Sir Coque is easily convinced by her that she should delay birth until a few months past her due date to make sure everything is truly ready. In reality, they both just can’t get enough of how hot pregnant sex is. They both obsessively fondle her full womb. Their litter seems equally reluctant to emerge from the warm comfort of Miss Stella’s uterus. The two of them discovered a mutual love of dirty talk wherein Sir Coque calls Miss Stella—or Andrew and Stella as they now call one another—his breeding bitch. As her stud, he breeds her full of his whelps and makes her strain to carry his litter. They both come incredibly hard the first time they indulge in the kink. Eventually, it comes time to whelp. Their litter of whelps had remained an extra year inside Stella’s womb. She hadn’t walked in months. Her belly is obscenely large. Sometimes Andrew would help her stand and help carry her belly a few steps but it always wound up with her resting her massive, pendulous womb on the ground. Every time this happened, he’d tilt her onto her belly, squeezing it under her weight and fucked the hell out of her. She was going on fertility pills before her next pregnancy, they’d decided. She needed to be bigger. She wanted a world record worthy belly. As she started to birth for the second time in her life, again watching herself sweat and strain in the most erotic display she could imagine, she was reminded of that moment in her first birth. She knew, once again, as the first of the triplets emerged and Andrew’s cock immediately filled the space inside her before the second child could descend, that this was exactly what she wanted to be doing with her life. *** Between the fertility pills and their constant fucking, Andrew managed to impregnate Stella with a shocking set of quintuplets only six months after their first litter. Their goal was to get to the worlds’ first set of nonuplets or even higher if they could. Multiples ran in both of their bloodlines already and they were willing to try as many times as it took. They had nothing but time and money and the desire for a very full castle. If a full womb and a full pussy were what it took to fulfill that dream, Stella wasn’t complaining. They conceived a set of ten on Stella’s thirtieth birthday. She kept them nice and safely stuffed inside her until the day after her thirty-third birthday, as a treat to herself. A team of Goodcarrier Nannies far less interested in being pregnant was employed full time to care for her children, courtesy of the Academy. Their enrollment had jumped and the demand for their services was higher than ever thanks to the world records Stella kept smashing. Her belly was practically a landmark and a documentary (a rather pornographic one) was filmed about her bed bound life and her tremendously strenuous and obscene natural birth of her ten two-year-olds. Being Andrew’s breeding bitch is the best job in the world, if you ask Stella.
