A Model Son

[DaraJaney]

Jake’s mother came into the nursery as he was sitting in his play-pen trying out a new rattle.  “With all of the money we are making with your online presence, we can now afford to employ a nanny for you!”  She stood back to allow his new nanny make an entrance.

Paula entered the room with a flourish.  She was squeezed into a very tight, low cut, light blue nanny costume with a skimpy white apron.  She scampered across the room in stilettos.  As she leaned down over his cot Jake looked at the screen showing a camera behind her and her stockings and suspenders were revealed.

His member struggled within the chastity device as he observed how her breasts were only just held in and the top lace trim of her black bra peeped out.  “Now let’s get you into your high-chair for your breakfast!” she declared.

She minced around making sure he was securely strapped in before bending over in front of him to pick up his large bottle of formula.  He squirmed as he saw how her suspender straps strained at the top of her seamed stockings.

She held his bottle up and popped his soother out.  She ensured that her boobs were well presented in front of him as she slipped the teat between his lips.  He couldn’t avoid thinking of suc-king on her nipple instead of the teat.  He tried to look away but couldn’t help looking at the big screen which only presented him with another angle in which he could be seen suc-king on the teat with her breasts right in line with his mouth.  It seemed to take an age for him to finish the large bottle of thick formula.

When it came to his first nappy change by his new nanny, Paula was determined to put on a good show.  Lots of bending over as she retrieved his clean nappy and plastic pants from a drawer.

As he lay back with his nappy removed she made a great play of surprise seeing his chastity device.  He could only lie back and suc-k hard on his soother as she turned it this way and that, making sure anyone watching could see how his member pressed desperately against the transparent hard plastic tube, curved frustratingly downwards.  She demonstrated how securely the attached ring was locked behind his testicles.

Then she revealed that the key had been entrusted to her.  Jake couldn’t avoid the desperate hope that she would unlock it.  But she took the key between two fingers and slipped it into the tight breast pocket of her nanny’s uniform.  Jake squirmed in frustration.

“Now turn over”, she instructed him.  He did as he was told and presented his bare bottom to her.  She came around in front of him and looked him in the face.  “I’ll be taking very good care of your health”, she told him.  “I’ll be checking your temperature at each nappy change.”  She flourished a rectal thermometer.  Jake sphincter automatically clenched.

She disappeared behind the rim of his bonnet but he could see how the screen showed that angle that included his face surrounded by his lace-trimmed bonnet with his bare bottom in clear view behind.

“Now relax sweetie” she told him as he watched her dip the thermometer in lubricant.  There was no chance of that.  But there was no resisting the rectal thermometer as she gently pushed it in.  “Nnngghh!”  “There we go!” she said brightly.

She came around in front of him again.  “See I have this chart with the days of the week on it and room to write in your temperature for every nappy change!”  Jake glanced momentarily at the chart which had about 30 lines for entries on the page and couldn’t help noticing that it was only the top page on a thick sheaf.  But his eyes reverted to the screen where the thermometer could be seen poking out of his rectum and jiggling slightly as his sphincter flinched, trying in vain to find a comfortable way of accommodating the intruder.

After his first day under his new nanny’s care, as she leaned into his cot to tuck him in, giving him a close up view of her ample breasts that would keep him awake, squirming for the next few hours, he figured he would eventually get used to her presence.

Inevitably though, the next morning as she seemed to deliberately keep spooning him his mushy baby food at a rapid rate so she got a small stain on her uniform when he spluttered a little.  “Oh my!  That won’t do!”  Jake looked on puzzled at her over-reaction to a small spot on her dress.

She proceeded to unzip her tight uniform and stepped out of it, revealing her skimpy and lacey black bra and panties as well as her suspenders and stockings.  “This will have to go in the wash immediately”, she announced as she minced off in her stilettos.

When she returned to Jake, desperately suc-king on his soother and squirming from the immense pressure deep in his nappy, she told him not to worry as she slipped the key from his chastity device into her bra cup.

“Unfortunately the drier is broken so it will take all day for my uniform to dry”, she told him as she bent over to pick up his bottle of formula.  “Still, you don’t mind do you?” She smiled as she presented him with the teat of his bottle positioned right in front of her breasts which seemed to defy gravity in being barely held in by the thin strip of lacey bra.

[LittleM619]

Love this story!!!! Please keep it going!!!!

[miley]

Fantastic story, DaraJaney! Thank you for all your contributions to the community.

[DaraJaney]

Jake had been kept almost entirely in his nursery since the cameras had been installed in order to maintain the 24-hour demand for entertainment.  So he was surprised when Paula came into the nursery pushing the big old pram.  She was dressed normally in a sweater and jeans.  Jake supposed that her sexy nanny costume was not deemed suitable for a trip outdoors.

It was some relief for him that he didn’t have to watch her walking around all day in her stockings and suspenders and stilettos but the tight sweater did emphasise her ample breasts quite well.

He had mixed emotions about being brought out in the pram.  It would be nice to get out of the confines of the nursery for a while but it did mean exposure to the public – depending on whether Paula would leave the netting down or not.  Then he realized that it meant a lot less people seeing him than on the internet!

So he scrambled to his feet willingly when Paula opened the side bars of his play-pen and he waddled over to the pram.  She helped him climb in and settle himself into the opened-up base of the large old-fashioned pram.

She fluffed up the lace-trimmed pillows behind him and drew the pink blanket over him tucking him in up to the waist but leaving the upper part of his dress and his puffed sleeves over the top.  She tucked a large doll under his left arm and pressed the ring of a rattle over the mitten on his right hand.  Then she raised the hood of the pram.

“Smile!” she prompted him.  He looked up and saw that a little camera had been clamped to the edge of the hood pointing down at him.  He looked at the big screen and saw himself in his pink baby dress, face framed prettily by his lace-trimmed bonnet, suc-king on his soother and clutching his dolly and rattle.

“It’s wireless and has a range of mile which will include the park where we are going”, she informed him.  The picture on the screen changed and it was obvious there was a second camera pointing the other way from the hood and Paula could be seen in the screen smiling down on him as she threw his changing bag over her shoulder and tucked his large bottle of formula into the end pocket.  “All set!”

Jake suc-ked unhappily on his soother realizing that he would be exposed to the public locally and on the internet at the same time.  As he was pushed out the driveway he wondered if she would pull down the netting to give him some privacy.

He whimpered through his soother as he realized that there was no netting there.  He was going to be on view all the time.  “I’ve arranged to meet other friends in the park who are also nannies”, she told him as if he should be excited by this.

As he was pushed down the street he heard a lady call “oh is that Baby Jake?”  He cringed in the pram and hugged his dolly tightly.  Soon she appeared in front of the pram.  “Oh isn’t he adorable!  Such a pretty bonnet.  Are you off to the park?”  Paula nodded.  “It’s very busy down there, it’s such a lovely day.”  Jake squirmed in the pram.

As he was pushed in the gate of the park he realized that he had just wet his nappy.  He wasn’t sure when that had happened.  He was somewhat grateful for his extra thick nappy at that point.  “There they are!”  Paula waved excitedly.

Jake braced himself as she manoeuvred the  pram beside the bench they were sitting on, facing the playground.  Her two friends came around in front of the pram.  “Oh look at him!  What a pretty dress!”  “He really loves that dolly – he’s holding her so tightly!”  “Wave to my friends”, Paul instructed him.  He shook his rattle and they clapped delightedly.

Their two charges came running over.  “Look at the big baby in his pram!”  Jake cringed as the two girls came over.  One looked about three and the other about six.  They giggled.  “Why is he wearing a dress?” the little girl asked.  “And a filly pink bonnet!” the other added.  “Doesn’t he look pretty?” Paula asked.  The girls laughed.

“Why is he dressed like a baby and in a pram?” the little girl persisted.  “Because he needs to wear a nappy”, Paula told her.  The girl made a face and Jake tried to sink further into his pram.  “I don’t need to wear a nappy!”  “No you don’t”, her nanny confirmed. “You’re a big girl now.”

“Would you like to give Baby Jake his bottle of formula?” Paula asked them.  “Yes me!” they both insisted but the six year old got the bottle first.  She leaned into the pram and pulled Jake’s soother out before replacing it with the teat of his bottle.  He started suc-king.  “Baby’s feeding alright!” she announced.

“Baby Jake doesn’t always like his formula so make sure he takes it all”, Paula told her.  The girl held it firmly in his mouth.  “Let me, let me!”  The three-year-old demanded after a few minutes.  “You can’t reach!” the older girl warned her.  “Here I’ll hold you up.”  The little girl pushed the teat back into Jake’s mouth and giggled as he resumed suc-king.

As ever the thick formula seemed to take ages to finish.  The girls kept holding the bottle upright to check how much was left and Jake cringed each time as he saw how slowly it was going down.  His jaw hurt but the teat was pushed back into mouth each time without much of a break.

Eventually he finished the bottle and the girls went back to the playground.  But no sooner were they gone than a pair of teenage girls approached.  “Can we take Baby Jake around the park?”  “Good idea”, Paula agreed.  “Take him down to the duck pond and then to the fountain.”  The girls grabbed the handle of the pram and started to push him off.  Jake just suc-ked on his soother unable to protest or do anything about it.

“Do bring him back if he soils his nappy”, Paula shouted after them, causing him to look about anxiously to see who might have heard.  The girls giggled.  “I have his changing bag here”, Paula held it up for all to see.  “What if he wets his nappy?” they asked.  “Oh I’m sure he’s wet it already and he’s just had a full bottle of formula.  You don’t have to worry about his wetting, he’s a fine thick nappy there.”  The girls laughed and pushed him off.

They didn’t take as much care as Paula and his pram bounced on its springs as they rushed along not avoiding any bumps in the path.  He bladder was already protesting and the bumping around didn’t help at all.  There was really no point in holding it in so he just flooded his nappy again.  He looked up anxiously at the girls wondering if they would notice.  But the warmth spread around his nappy unnoticed by anyone beneath his plastic pants, tights, nappy cover, baby dress and pink blanket.

[Sissy Little Girl]

DaraJaney, thanks for another great chapter about Jake's adventures.

[DaraJaney]

Now that Jake had a full-time nanny in the voluptuous form of Paula, he saw less and less of this mother.  When he did see her she was always wearing expensive looking clothes and she seemed to be taking a lot of short trips abroad.  It appeared to him that she was doing rather well out of the profits of his internet appearances.

She came in to the nursery one morning accompanied by Paula.  His mother was wearing an expensive suit and Paula was in her skimpy nanny’s uniform, the tops of her suspenders and black stockings stretching to their limit as she sat in the chair next to his play-pen. His mother was holding a folder of official looking papers.

“I just want you to know that you have nothing to worry about sweetie”, his mother told him as he paused his play to listen, rattle held in mid-air.  “I have set up a trust fund for you.  Ten per cent of the profits from our internet site will be paid in to ensure that you will have all the baby dresses and nappies you need and we can refurbish your nursery regularly.”  Jake didn’t feel particularly re-assured.

“Of course your mummy won’t live forever but we have even made arrangements for that.  We have drawn up an agreement with Paula here that she will get this house as long as she continues to look after you as your nanny!”

Paula smiled as she looked about the house and garden.  All she had to do was keep Jake in nappies and baby dresses and change his nappies and feed him and all this would be hers!  She smiled down at Jake in his pen with a look of determination.

“We have the agreement here and we are about to sign it.  Once that is done you won’t have another care in the world.  You can just play with your rattles and dolls, sure that you will be kept in baby dresses – by which I mean you will be supplied with baby dresses.”  She thought about it.  “I suppose it can have both meanings really”, she giggled and Paula smiled more broadly.  “You won’t ever have to worry about using the bathroom again!”

She took a pen and signed the doc-ument.  Jake scrambled to his feet and clutched the side-bars of his pen.  “Nnnngggghhh!”  She handed the doc-ument to Paula and she signed with a flourish.  “There!  All done!”  Jake looked on helplessly and suc-ked hard on his soother as his future was determined.

Mrs McKean came into the room with a bottle of champagne and three glasses.  She popped the cork.  They cheered.  Jake watched as they filled three glasses, clinked them and threw them back.

Mrs McKean looked down on the dumb-struck boy in his pretty baby dress and bonnet, his thick nappy protruding as always below his petticoats and smiled.  “Don’t worry sweetie.  You won’t be left out.”  She started to unbutton her blouse.

Jake didn’t want to feed but she made him climb up on her lap.  They started talking about going out for dinner which made Jake hungry and left him wondering when he would be fed again if they went out so he reluctantly started suc-kling.  “There’s a good baby!”  Jake shifted in discomfort as his member pressed frustratedly against the chastity device.  He was clearly never going to get used to this.

“Sorry no champagne for you!” she told him.  “Well not until your next feed this evening!”.  She pointedly threw back another glass of champagne and they all laughed.  “You really shouldn’t drink when you are breast feeding” his mother mock-scolded her.  They were totally giggling now.

“Of course I can’t keep this up forever”, Mrs McKeen said, “however much I love it” and she oohed and aahed at the thrill of having this teenage boy suc-king on her breast while Jake just felt the dull pressure deep in his nappy.  “We can get him a wet nurse no problem”, his mother reassured them.

“The other news is that I’m taking a six-month world tour!” his mother continued.  Jake paused suc-kling for a moment.  “Where are you going again?” Paula asked her.  “Oh, San Tropez, Sorrento, Hollywood, Rio … I can’t remember them all.”  They all raised their glasses again as it became clear to Jake where the other ninety per cent of the profits were going.

“Are we ready to go out?” his mother asked.  Jake hurried his suc-kling, needing to make sure he got a good feed before they left.  “I need to change”, Paula told them and Mrs McKean settled down to let him continue.  “The others from the baby-sitting club will be looking after you”, Paula told him.

He was just back in his play-pen when he heard the excited giggling of the baby-sitters approaching.  They came into the nursery.  “There’s our little baba!”  “Oh what a pretty dress!”  “OMG that nappy!”  “He’s just been fed”, Mrs McKean told them as she buttoned up her blouse.  They burst out laughing.

The dinner party left him in the company of four baby-sitters.  “Pool!” one of them shouted as soon as the others had left and they started to take off their clothes.  They laid out their bikinis and started to strip down to their underwear.  One of the girls paused before pulling down her panties.  “Should we be doing this in front of the baby?”  Another girl responded “oh don’t worry, he can’t get any arousal – we’ll show you later when we’re changing him.”

So they all continued to remove their bras and panties and then took their time getting into the bikinis.  They charged off to the pool leaving Baby Jake to try to distract himself from the images he’d just seen which were causing him more discomfort and he focused on his rattles and dollies before the reality of his future hit him.  He was suc-king hard on his soother.  He tugged at his mittens for the millionth time but there was no removing them.  He was helpless to change his future which was now clearly determined.

THE END (again!)

[Andlat]

An entire lifetime now as a baby girl? I doubt Jake would have ever believed it would end like this when he unwillingly began his modelling career.