Baby Kit
“Do you wear the harness under the baby clothes?” the caramel skinned colored woman, of Korean and Brazilian descent, asked.
There was no reason for her to blush as she licked the woman's pussy towards a second orgasm. Princess was insatiable most of the time as she found herself getting the former indentured servant off when she was around her once again. She didn’t mind. She was used to being subservient and this was far better treatment than she received the last few years from her old master.
Princess had been her biggest supporter through this tumultuous first week of the cruise. The two of them had life changing experiences already and there was some comfort in facing the unknown future with another in similar circumstances. If anything, she had great respect for the woman's outlook in face of the adversity that she faced, something she struggled with after a life of being bullied and worn down. Princess was also her temporary owner along with her Goddess.
It was through her Goddess that Kit met the former maid that now went by Princess. If she hadn’t got lucky on the first night of the cruise and found a way to get the attention of the woman who seemingly had all eyes on her. Emma, her Goddess. The woman who gave her a bit of kindness in a moment that she truly needed. Of course she refused to give her real name to the woman who became her Goddess because of the pain and negativity it caused her. So her Goddess gifted her a name and what has turned out to be, a new beginning. She may not be the focus or the one they want in the end, though Princess was adamant about starting a harem. She had a place that provided her with something she never had or felt she would. She belonged and, to an extent, felt wanted or at least cared for in a way to promote her own wants for once. Even if it only lasted two weeks, she was Kit and it made her feel good for the first time since her early youth.
She finally felt a sense of safety and security. The problem was it was temporary and that scared her plenty. She walked into an abusive relationship with nothing and was discarded with even less. She had been thrown out by her Master after he met a new woman within an hour of boarding the ship. The woman's jealousy of her, along with her Master likely wanting an upgrade over her after years, had left her with nothing once again. She didn't even own clothes.
For years, her Master kept her naked to further humiliate and degrade her underdeveloped body. That had already changed even if she was uncomfortable wearing clothes again. Hence, she wore her harness mostly when not required to wear clothes.
The first time her Goddess and others were at the ranch for a special VIP milking session that even she, a flat-chested woman, participated in as a hucow. It was in meeting one of the ranch’s co-owners that Kit laid her eyes on something that truly fascinated her. Her name was Primadonna and Kit saw the strength, elegance and beauty of the pony girl. She saw how well she was taken care of. It left her desiring to experience something like that. The body harness Primadonna wore conformed to her body and accentuated her feminine curves. Kit didn't have a feminine body or much in the way of curves, but Primadonna and the harness left her with a number of feelings. One of the main feelings was that she wanted to be strong and beautiful like her. She wanted to be desired, loved and cared for. And a competitive side of her wanted to outshine and break Primadonna’s records. Her desire to become a pony girl had taken root from that experience, but her owners wanted her to… spread her wings in a way and experience multiple things. Being a pony girl was on that list, but she waited to experience it for now even if she had been to the ranch a couple times to watch the pony girls and ask questions. She was hoping her first experience as a pony girl would be with her Goddess.
After being encouraged to get clothes or find something to fit her own desires, Kit bought a couple of body harnesses. Her lackluster body that shamed her was still on display as it had been for years. But as she wore it, she had a sense of yearning to be more, a small sense of pride in showing off her body for once, a sense of acceptance, and desire to become something… more.
At times she felt like an outsider and fought those feelings. In the end she wanted to make her owners proud. They were destined for far more than Kit would ever accomplish. Yet, she hung on to the thread of hope. They and a few others had seemed to genuinely care for her, but it was just over a week into the cruise and it would end in mere days. Keeping herself busy was one way to avoid the terror of what would happen after the cruise was over. She had nothing and was nothing. She couldn’t face her family again. No, she needed to find a place for herself. It was good they had her experiencing different things. More chances to find a place to stick. Hopefully one with a better future for someone like her.
Kit finished giving her owner her second orgasm before responding, “No, your Majesty. She prefers me to be ‘au naturel’ before dressing me. Plus, it's likely to be unsanitary to wear a harness under the diaper. And I definitely don't want to ruin the harnesses even if they can be replaced. They are a part of Kit… of who I am for now.”
“Are you looking forward to your date with her today, my pet?”
“Yes, your Majesty. The night I was auctioned off and had the playdate, I was terrified. It was another nightmare. A humiliation I didn’t want at the time, but needed. I know we didn’t know who would bid and for what. I was clearly chosen specifically based on my looks. While I didn’t enjoy my time on that little playdate with the other ‘baby’ and his bratty attitude. I enjoyed her. Our moments together whether feeding or alone. Those things are the reason I'm going again.”
“You're hoping for another bath with her.”
Kit did blush this time at the memory of her first bath with Nanny.
“Yes,” Kit stuttered out, “and more.”
“Good. You deserve it. Maybe we should take a bath together at some point and see how it goes.”
“I would like that, your Majesty. Though I expect it would result in a similar result as we are currently in.”
“As if that didn’t happen between Nanny and you. Plus, I never hear you complain about how delicious I am. You always seem to come back for more.”
“You said I need training in how to please a woman. And I learned years ago to never complain to my owner,” she responded, wincing at the last comment.
Princess reached up and grabbed the sides of Kit's face, “You're not in that relationship anymore. I want you to speak up as does Emma. We want you to enjoy yourself, but we need you to communicate with us.”
Kit attempted to nod, but ended up responding, “Yes, your Majesty. Um… maybe you should start lactating, I've wanted to try out some chocolate milk.”
“You have had a taste of Nanny and your Goddess. Now you want more?”
“Do you not try multiple things to find out which you like more?”
Princess smiled at her and let her face go before laying back down with Kit still in between her legs.
“One more then you are off to be diapered, swaddled, and breastfed.”
“You almost sound jealous. Maybe you should join me in playing the role.”
“Now you sound like the unicorn in offering me to be placed in chastity like her.”
“Is that so bad?” Kit said moments before her head dropped into the folds of the woman she had pleasured multiple times most every day she had been here.
“Yes!” Princess screamed. “How else can I train my pet to pleasure royalty like me?”
Princess was waiting in the front room of the suite as Kit made her way out after cleaning up. Wearing her body harness and her maid heels. As much as the others wanted her to get new clothes, she still struggled to wear them. Between the maid heels and ballet boots, she had more shoes than she ever had since she left her parents house. The ballet boots were for her Goddess. She wanted to please her and still had no idea how she could walk in hers. As she was going alone and they would be removed soon after she got to her destination, the maid heels made the most sense. She hadn’t been a maid for a few days now and was wondering if her training would continue. She would have to ask some other time.
Next to Princess was the giant rubber Amazonian bimbo doll, Dolly. This was the Dolly suite and she was the special attraction of it. While Kit was getting better and more comfortable, she still had an uneasy feeling towards Dolly. She knew Dolly couldn't hurt her. Her mind was no longer her own and programmed. Kit was small compared to normal people, but Dolly was a giant compared to them. The massive platform heels she wore exasperated the whole thing. That and the massive breasts that were each bigger than her head. Rubber suit or not, Dolly even looked more female than Kit despite being a man trapped inside the suit. Kit had only heard part of the story and didn’t learn as much as some of the others. She knew Dolly was no threat, but the size difference was difficult to swallow though she was getting better with it.
“Enjoy your date, or is it a playdate? Either way, have fun.”
Kit nodded to Princess, “I will. I find myself looking forward to it. While I'm exploring as you and Goddess asked, I know Nanny has interest in me. She managed to make me feel comfortable in an experience I thought I would absolutely dread. Now I get to see what it's like with just the two of us.”
“Does she know about your ideas?”
“Most of them, but I will find out soon enough if any of them happen. Thank you for letting me serve you, your Majesty.”
Princess stepped up to Kit, her hand stroking Kit's cheek, “You're a wonderful pet. Now go be a spectacular baby.”
“Chocolate milk,” Kit said almost offhandedly.
“You know that's not how it works.”
Kit shrugged, then bowed before turning and leaving the suite.
Soon Kit stood outside another suite, a few floors down from where she came from. Though she wasn’t super comfortable in heels, she had taken the stairs instead of the elevator. It was often faster as the elevator often had far more people using them, leading to more stops and delays. It’s not that Kit was impatient. She was excited and truthfully could use the exercise as well as get used to the heels more. Her owners didn’t like her barefoot while exploring or traversing the ship, except maybe around the pool and a few other places.
The woman opening the door wasn’t dressed flashy or like a dominatrix or a submissive slave. She looked like a regular everyday woman if this was the 1950s. Her black with white polkadot dress hung from the back of her neck, flowing down over her massive breasts. The skirt flared out above the knees. Her nylon covered legs went down to cute, white, sensible heels. Her dark hair parted on the side with a big looping curl in the front. Her makeup was immaculate with her red lips highlighting her smile.
“I'm so glad my baby girl could make it. Please come in.”
“Thank you, Nanny. You look amazing.”
“I wanted to impress my baby girl,” she responded as Kit stepped into the suite. “Did you want to talk first or get started?”
“I am open to whatever you want. I would like to talk at some point. Most of it can wait until the end. We can discuss things as you get me ready.”
“Sounds good, anything you want or expect before we get started?”
“No. I trust you. I imagine you plan to make it something I don’t forget if you were serious about building something more. I've already given you a heads up at some things that interest me to try. Whether we do them will be up to you.”
“Let's head to the nursery then.” As they walked further into the suite, Nanny asked, “Are you usually this quiet?”
“This is me being loud and obnoxious, at least for the past few years. Voicing anything didn’t lead to anything good.”
“I'm sorry to hear that. You deserve better.”
“I'm not sure what I deserve. Life hasn't been kind. My body has led to endless ridicule and worse. It wasn’t lost on me why the auction went the way it did, when I found out what was planned. It was my body once again that was bid on to be ridiculed and humiliated again. I should be used to it, but it still hurts. Can you please remove my harness?”
“I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable. We don’t have to do this. We can also talk things through more if you want. Or it is fine if you prefer to leave.”
Kit was standing next to the changing table with her arms above her head, her heels already kicked off.
“I came here to do this because of how you treated me that evening. I may have been horrified by the whole situation and Timmy was an unpleasant part. His Mistress paid for me to be there. It took me some time. Your treatment of me won me over even if the tease and denial was tough. Babies don't have orgasms anyway. The payoff was worth it. But your warmth and care, that mattered the most. Something I haven't had much of in my life until my owners here and now you. I'm here to be your baby girl because I want to see what it's like, just the two of us. I won’t pretend I can do this full-time, but I want another chance to experience it,” as Kit finished, she looked expectantly with her arms above her head while wearing only her harness.
“You're so precious. I believe you will be the most wonderful baby girl I could ask for,” Nanny said as she started unbuckling the harness.
There was some minor conversation while Kit found herself flat on her back naked on the changing table. Nanny had Kit's legs spread so she had access to her genital region. It led to the question while stroking Kit's slit, “Would you mind if I removed what little body hair you have down here? Babies tend to be nice and smooth. It will also be more hygienic, especially in the long-term. I know this is only for a few hours, so feel free to say no.”
“It’s fine. I didn’t think there was anything down there.”
“There isn’t much. But I like it when my babies are clean, bare, and soft.”
Kit laid there on the changing table. Nanny had left to get what she needed in the other room. Kit was used to being alone when no one was using her. A discarded and abused toy, there for other people's enjoyment. Her life in recent years.
Things had been different since she was truly discarded days ago. The treatment was better than she ever could hope for. Hope. A scary thing that plays with you in so many ways. She hated hope. It was a cruel Mistress that had tormented her relentlessly. Always teasing her with something better, only to feel the chains of her collar attached to the wall leaving her fingertips away from… what?
Freedom? She had run instantly into an abusive nightmare that cost her her freedom the moment she got her first taste of freedom.
Something better? What is actually better? The grass isn’t always greener. Never mind the thorns, the stinging insects, and every pitfall on the path. Forget the true nightmares going off path.
What is it she wanted above all else? The simple answers are to belong, to be wanted, and maybe to be desired. But the world isn't simple, especially when other humans are involved. Each of us is often focused on their own wants and desires. Overly judgemental towards anyone and anything that doesn’t match their narrow-minded and usually hypocritical views.
Are my current owners any better than my previous one? She wanted to scream that they were. They, and some others, genuinely cared and wanted to help her in some ways. But they were also dealing with their own things. They encouraged her to explore and find what she wanted, but there was so little time to do something of that scale justice. She wanted to please them, likely from her own need to belong and not be rejected again. At least, they didn’t look down on her or make her feel less. They allowed her to be what she was comfortable with even if she wasn’t sure what that even was to her.
Her old self wasn’t stupid, but she wasn’t a genius either. It’s easy to ask if things would have been better if some things were different if; the negativity towards her didn’t break her, the loneliness, being ostracized for looking different, or any number of things that piled onto the spiral of self-esteem issues, depression, and any number of issues.
What would it have been like to have a friend? She had one once as a young girl. Probably the last time she had been happy and carefree. The last time her size, looks, and everything else were similar to everyone her own age. She didn’t stand out for all the wrong reasons as her later years have proven.
In her own thoughts, Kit hadn’t realized she was playing with her nipple rings. One hand flicked one up, and down. The other had a finger looped inside and gently pulled on it.
“Seems my baby girl is ready to play,” Nanny spoke as she returned, startling Kit. Her hands immediately left the rings and went to her sides. She saw Nanny pushing a cart full of things, smiling as she looked at Kit. Nanny added, “Play while you can. It is normal for babies to explore their bodies and other things. We will get you in your mittens soon and you can probably still play with them, but you will be more restricted. It will be for your own protection as I don’t want you to hurt yourself.”
Feeling a little embarrassed, she responded, “I won’t hurt myself, but I am here for the experience.” Kit flinched as the hot moist towel pressed against her exposed crotch.
Nanny asked, “What naughty thoughts did my baby girl have in her mind when I walked in while playing with her little rings?”
“Nothing naughty in the context you are implying,” Kit responded and she went on to explain. It was unusual for Kit to open up to anyone. Sure, Princess had done it a bit, but she felt compelled to open up and talk to the maternal woman who wasn't much older than her. It was an odd feeling for Kit, yet she took the chance to explore it.
Through their brief discussion, Kit learned that Nanny was a licensed masseuse and esthetician.
“I have worked on some with genital piercings. Usually just clit piercings and occasional labia rings. I haven’t been around one with nearly as many as you, not counting the number of other piercings or art on your body,” Nanny commented.
Kit, still lying on her back as the woman finished caring for her groin region after the hair removal, responded, “My previous owner had all this done to me over a few years. It was often a form of punishment or humiliation. An affirmation of my place as his property.”
The frown on the woman's face, especially at the last line of her statement, further secured Kit's belief that Nanny wouldn’t treat her like her former master. She was clearly the more loving and nurturing type. Only solidified by the embrace she quickly found herself in soon after the statement.
“I'm glad my baby girl is here with me now. I will take such good care of you,” Nanny said as Kit felt the pressure of the woman's large chest compressed against her flat chest lessen as their hug ended. “Let's get you ready for a good day.”
The smile on the woman's face was huge as she held the bottle of powder shaking out some of the contents.
“I don’t want my baby girl to get a rash,” she said while taking a moment to rub Kit's pierced clit.
Kit let out a soft moan only for the touch to end.
“I know it is a bit mean to get you worked up before sealing away your flower. You're just so adorable and I want to make you feel good in every way. If you're a good girl and agree to it, I will make it worth it for my baby girl after we end our play session.”
“It’s fine and I think I would like that,” Kit responded as Nanny brought the front of the diaper between Kit's legs. Holding the padded front, she attached the tabs to the back portion at the sides. There was also a click.
Kit was sealed in the diaper that had a metal cable that helped form what was essentially a chastity device. Her previous experience wearing one, she knew she couldn’t take it off, especially with the other items she was sure she would be wearing. She also knew there was a shield of sorts that prevented her from rubbing herself or being a naughty baby girl.
Pink plastic underwear pulled up over the diaper to help prevent any leakage.
A pink onesie followed, covering Kit's upper and mid body. The first time she wore one, she was initially horrified. This time she tried to savor the feeling. The care and compassion that the woman snapping the buttons between her legs exuded was something Kit wanted more of.
With the matching pink mittens and booties added to Kit, Nanny announced, “Time to feed my baby girl.”
Nanny was sitting in an oversized recliner with a pillow over her lap. Kit slid into the chair with her head on the pillow and her small body curled around Nanny's side. Nanny had pulled down her polkadot dress to pop out and expose one of her large breasts. She clearly wasn’t wearing a bra. Kit latched on to the nipple as Nanny leaned forward.
With Kit sucking the teat, Nanny spoke, “My baby girl looks so malnourished that I made sure to save all the milk for you. There will be no sharing with others. It is all yours, both of them.”
Kit kept drinking the life sustaining nectar of the woman who was singing lullabies for her.
It turned out that emptying both of Nanny's breasts was way more filling to the point of unpleasantness. She wanted to be a good baby girl, so she finished.
Her Goddess had large breasts and she selfishly drank from one this morning by herself without asking. That led to others sharing her other one to the discomfort of her Goddess. She felt bad for creating discomfort for her. She truly did worship the woman who was the first to be nice to her in many years.
Her Goddess’s breasts paled in comparison to the size of Nanny. The amount of milk was significantly more at least to Kit. The only person who had bigger breasts than Nanny was Dolly and hers weren’t real. Nor did Dolly's produce milk that she knew of.
With the feeding done, Nanny had Kit roll over onto her stomach.
Lying on the pillow over Nanny's lap, Nanny patted Kit's back, “Be a good baby girl and burp for me.”
Kit was surprised as she loudly belched and felt some of the discomfort in her belly dissipate. It was unexpected as she hadn’t been ‘burped’ since she was a baby.
“My, my. My baby girl had a big gas bubble to get out. Let's see if Nanny can get more.”
Kit had rolled over after her burping was complete. Nanny's large breasts were still exposed and blocking Kit's view of Nanny's face. The soft flesh of one of the breasts pressed into Kit's face as Nanny moved for a moment. With another shift, Nanny's face appeared over her chest with a big smile.
“Now that my baby girl is fed and satisfied, I'm sure she is ready for her binky.”
Kit caught sight of the oversized pacifier gag as it passed over her head and reached her lips. Opening her mouth, Kit let the rubber nipple slide past her thin lips until the plastic base was flush against her mouth. The straps fell down the sides of her cheeks as Kit was looking into the brown eyes of the beautiful woman leaning over her. A warmth and hint of sexual desire in the woman's face as she lifted Kit's head and buckled the straps of the gag behind her head. Kit wasn’t sure if her reaction was conscious or not as she started sucking on the rubber nipple in her mouth like a good baby girl.
Kit watched as Nanny leaned forward over her and kissed her baby girl's forehead before speaking, “You're so beautiful. I'm perfectly happy to sit here and look at you while fantasizing about all the wonderful things I want to do with you.” She stroked Kit's hair as she spoke. “It is time to turn some of those fantasies into reality, my adorable little girl. First I want to do your hair.”
Kit found herself sitting on the floor in front of a mirror. As her hair was done, she took in further what she was wearing: her onesie, her mitted hands, and her booties covering her feet. Very pink and girly. She was used to being naked or barely covered. Her body seemed disproportionate under the onesie at the bottom due to the bulk of the diaper. It made sitting an adjustment at the least. Her flat chest was still noticeable and the outlines of her nipple rings were visible.
Another noticeable change was that her tattoos along her torso were covered. They were meant to be another source of humiliation and degradation. It left her conflicted when they were not on display. They were put on her as a form of punishment and humiliation that was meant to harm her. But part of her needed humiliation and degradation or she felt empty. Whether that was an unhealthy feeling or a fetish she truly had, it had been part of her life so long, she didn’t know how to live without it. Not that her current outfit and situation wasn’t humiliating and degrading, but it was done with her consent and desire for a change.
She had ignored the discomfort and the pulling on her head and hair. She was brought out of her thoughts as she stared at herself. The excited voice turned her focus to the woman kneeling behind her as they looked at each other's reflection in the mirror.
“So adorable. So beautiful. This… you… It’s exactly what I imagined. Such an amazing looking baby girl. And a well behaved one. How do you like it? Did Nanny make you a beautiful baby girl?”
Kit had been looking at her body before and her eyes went to Nanny in the mirror when she spoke, now she focused on what Nanny just finished.
There were multiple pink berets in her hair. Two large pink bows were tight against her scalp on the upper sides of her head. Extending out of the bows was her hair flowing in tails. The ends of the tails were clamped with two more matching pink berets.
As Kit looked at herself, she truly looked like a baby, maybe with more hair. The underdeveloped woman was transformed. It would be even easier to believe she was underaged and didn’t belong on this cruise. It was terrifying, humiliating, and so much more.
It was also everything they had planned and hoped for.
She was subconsciously sucking on her pacifier as her eyes met Nanny's reflection in the mirror once again before vigorously nodding.
Arms wrapped around her chest from behind and squeezed. Massive breasts were smashed against her back. A loud squeal permeated the room. A pressure on the top back of her head from a kiss. The feeling inside the pit of her stomach and inside her soul. The love and desire she always wanted and desired in that moment.
She looked at her infantile appearance in the mirror and wondered if she could do this full-time just to feel this every day.
“You're so beautiful and amazing. I'm so happy,” Nanny shouted.
She could see how much this woman desired her in her current state. Reality was Kit was highly aroused and savoring this treatment. She wanted more and didn’t want to stop.
Turning towards Nanny, Kit scooted forward and wrapped her arms around Nanny's tiny waist and hugged her. She buried her face between the massive mammaries. She held tight and rubbed her face in the soft warmth while sucking her binky.
“I don’t deserve this moment or you, but I wouldn’t miss it or wish it to end,” Nanny said and Kit felt another kiss on the top of her head. “I know I've said it before, you are everything I dreamed of. I don’t want this to end even though I know it will.” There was another pause. “I love you, baby girl.”
“We have much to discuss later. I should stop talking and making this awkward anymore than it is. I'm just super happy you are here with me and we are doing this. If you are still willing, it is time to go show you off.”
Kit just focused on nuzzling Nanny's breasts and enjoying the warmth, love, and compassion of the woman. Tender moments like these were new to her. She had her own craving and desire to never let this end. She also knew there was more love and fun to come. She nodded her head while still buried in the breasts before releasing the hug and moving things forward.
The emotions and tension in the room were quite high. Kit was still plugged and not able to talk as she looked up at Nanny while still sitting on the floor.
Nanny, kneeling in front of Kit, looked at her with pure joy and a huge smile and said, “You are so much good trouble.”
Nanny stood up and turned. In a very unladylike fashion, she bent at the waist to pick up the leftover stuff after doing Kit's hair. This gave Kit quite the view. The back of her nylon covered legs were on full display. The skirt of the dress lifted enough to allow Kit to see the tops of the stockings and a glimpse of the creamy white flesh above them. Unfortunately the skirt didn’t allow her to see much higher up.
The sexual tension only rose. Not that Kit could do anything about it in her current predicament. If there was one thing Nanny enjoyed doing to Kit that wasn't directly related to their role-play scenario, it was teasing and denying her as the session went along.
Kit could only sigh from behind the pacifier and look on. She hoped to get her lips on more than just Nanny's teats at the end.
Eventually, Kit felt the cool ocean breeze on her face. It was in the evening and the sun was down. The moon and stars were out with a few scattered clouds. She had been swaddled for their excursion. Another blanket was tucked in around her as she was pushed in the stroller.
They made stops to see various things on the ship. Other times they stopped so Nanny could talk to people or for strangers wanting a chance to see the adorable baby girl. Kit could do little, but look forward, suck on her binky, and try to be adorable even if she didn’t view herself that way.
Their latest stop was at one of Kit's favorites.
Kit found herself focused on the long brush strokes. The long blonde hair of the pony girl was in a tight ponytail. The ponytail reached down to nearly her waist. The pony girl’s arms were behind her back, partially covered by her hair. Each long stroke of the brush down the length of her hair passed over her arms. The straps of the harness left her toned back side mostly on display. Her body shuddered at times and her hooved boots occasionally left the ground one at a time as she softly lifted her legs to express pleasure. While she couldn't see it from this angle, she had no doubt the pony girl was wearing a bit and bridle gag like the others.
Kit very much desired to get her hair brushed like that. Maybe Nanny would do that for her later, not that she could ask.
The brushing didn’t stop at the hair on the head, the pony girl soon had her tail hair brushed out as well. Kit knew the tail was a plug and it would feel different from the head. Her mind imagined how the brush strokes shifted the buttplug inside. The whinnies and movements suggested it was a pleasant experience.
One day, she would experience it. She could have already, but she was waiting for another to be ready and available. Each day was getting harder not to. She was debating trying some of it out like the brushing and not a full training session beforehand.
“Miss Sitter, what do we owe the pleasure of your company this evening?” A familiar male asked.
“My baby girl and I were out for a walk and she has a thing for animals. I figured it would be good to stop by to keep her happy.”
Kit's view of the pony girl was partially blocked as a head popped in the way. A smile on his face flashed when he saw her.
Nathan was a co-owner of the ranch. She had met him multiple times. He was older than her as most people here were, but closer to her parents age than her. He was another who had been kind to her.
He disappeared from her view and spoke, “Makes sense now that I know who it is. Maybe she can get you to visit more. Maybe even to participate.”
“I already sell any of my excess milk to your ranch. But I'm still undecided about participating. I am usually busy with clients,” Nanny responded.
“Understandable. Is she here for her lactation injection for the evening?”
“I wasn’t aware of any of that. You seem to know her.”
“She doesn’t always come in for them and does them privately, but she also sells her milk. She has a fan base and has been a popular hucow the couple times she has been here. I know she desires to do more but hasn't yet. Though I believe tomorrow, she and some others are scheduled to participate in a different activity than they have previously done.”
“As for knowing her, she is often here daily. Usually multiple times. She definitely has a fascination with the pony girls. The harness she usually wears suggests she is interested in trying it out. But I haven’t really talked to her much.”
“Something more for the two of us to talk about later. She didn’t bring anything with her and she is staying the night. Let's see if she wants it done,” Nanny stated.
Kit nodded to give them permission when they asked and was taken away from her view of the pony girl.
Taken to a more private area, she had to be unwrapped and her onesie removed. She received the injections before being redressed and the two of them went back on their way. They went a little further into the ranch to see things before returning to the nursery.
Kit found herself with her head back on Nanny's lap. Nanny's breasts hung over her face. Tiny beads of milk slowly formed at the lowest tips of her nipples. Kit's pacifier gag had been removed, but she didn’t try to talk.
“Eat up, my baby girl. I want you to have a full belly for the evening, Nanny said, guiding one the milk filled breasts towards Kit's mouth.
Latching on, Kit started sucking. This was her meal. A luxury many pay for from this woman. She was getting it for free again.
A hand roamed her chest that sent tingling feelings as it crossed her own nipples and the surrounding area. She tried to unlatch, but Nanny kept her in place by adding pressure to the back of her head with her leg as well as letting the weight of her breast increase from above.
“Shh. Just relax and enjoy, my baby girl. Keep eating and let Nanny take care of you.”
At that point, she started to sing while her hand roamed Kit's sensitive chest.
Kit had been submissive for years and used to obeying. She was supposed to be a good baby girl at the moment. She continued to drink her milk from the teat. Soft moans escaped on occasion as the heat between her legs built. Even her mittens covered hands tried to explore between her legs. The diaper and everything in it, blocked her from her own touch.
Her nipple rings were flat against her chest under the onesie. Fingers traced around them. Light caresses flicked across her small nipples. Her body was intense as the sensations combined with the lack of release almost maddening. The soft singing voice was a calming influence that kept her on the perpetual edge.
Kit unlatched after she finished emptying Nanny's second mammary.
“That is wonderful, my baby girl. We will get you healthy soon enough,” Nanny complimented as she put her breasts back in her dress. “Though my baby girl was being quite naughty and trying to touch where she shouldn't. Good thing I used the special diapers on you to prevent those types of mishaps. Even if it was quite sexy to see your desperation and flailing attempts. It was absolutely adorable, if wrong, for both of us.”
Nanny hadn’t let up on her tease and denial when she changed Kit's diaper. Kit was moaning once again and hoping for relief. She was pleading behind her pacifier gag as Nanny brought her to the edge multiple times. It was all for naught when the diaper was secured. It was essentially a specialty chastity belt and quite effective from what Kit experienced.
Nanny leaned over the side of the crib fastening the comfortable restraints around Kit's wrists and ankles.
Kit was flat on her back in the large crib. The pacifier gag back in which she continued to subconsciously suck on. Her arms and legs were pulled away from her body, preventing any touching. She was also prevented from rolling over. She could only stare up at the beautiful woman, or at least her massive breasts while helplessly restrained.
Nanny started caressing and rubbing Kit's sensitive breasts once again and elicited a few more moans from Kit. Squirming side to side didn’t get her away from the touch. It was glorious and excruciating at the same time. Her desperate eyes searched out Nanny's.
“Don’t worry, baby girl. Nanny's taking good care of you before my baby girl goes nighty night.”
The teasing went on for a few more moments even if it felt like forever to Kit. The build up through the evening had multiple intense moments of edging, but she knew no relief was coming for her tonight. Not while bound in the crib, even if the chastity diaper was removed. She had endured worse over the years, but found she craved Nanny's touch even if it tormented her in the most pleasant ways.
“The maid's dream finally came true. She had dreamed of the day she would serve the prince personally. This wasn’t exactly how she had imagined it, but she was thrilled at the taboo of the situation. A lowly peasant like her on her knees in front of the prince. His large cock in her hand. She looked up and met his eyes. He nodded to her. She leaned forward and kissed the tip, her eyes never leaving his. Pressing forward more, her lips parted. Her lips slowly stretched wider as they worked over the head towards the shaft. Her tongue swirled around the head of the prince's cock as she savored his flavor. It took everything not to smile or moan as she stared into his piercing eyes…” Nanny read.
Kit thought it was a traditional fairytale until it took an unexpected twist. Nanny changed her voices for the character dialogue as well as took on a more sultry and seductive voice for the rest of the story. If Kit wasn’t so highly aroused before this, it likely wouldn't have done much. Now she was enduring another form of teasing that was keeping her aroused.
When the story was over, Nanny leaned into the crib, seeing the frustration and arousal in Kit's face. She kissed Kit's forehead and said, “Sleep well, baby girl. Nanny is in desperate need for some adult time. Have wonderful dreams. I will see you in the morning.”
The room went dark except for the dim night light as Nanny left. The door closed behind her and Kit could hear the sounds of the locks engaging. She was already bound and gagged with nowhere to go, so it surprised her to be locked in. It didn’t change anything other than it left her wondering.
She laid there in the dark, sexually frustrated and highly aroused. Sleep wasn’t coming. Periodically she pulled at her restraints. She was left to her own thoughts. What she wanted was Nanny's touch and to get off.
Her dark and silent world in the crib was unexpectedly interrupted. The sounds of rustling, soft moans, fabric shifting followed by a slight yelp and the sound of something heavy landing on something soft. A giggle. A kiss?
“I need to be fucked,” came Nanny's voice, with a tone of both desperation and command. The sounds of another wet, sloppy kiss. “I need to be bred. Bred by a big strong stud.”
There was more movement and the sound of a zipper.
“Oh, you are well endowed. I need to taste this delicious man meat first.”
Kit realized she was listening from a baby monitor. She couldn’t see anything, but Nanny was running a certain amount of commentary along with exaggerated noises. The sloppy and loud blowjob was just the beginning. Another torment for the baby girl bound in her crib.
“Breed me now,” demanded in a husky voice. “Breed me like an animal.”
A masculine voice spoke, “You really are wound up. Don’t worry. I'll give you a proper fucking.”
“I spend most of my days with adult babies. Sometimes I need some grown attention and love.”
“Sounds rough.”
“It usually is fine. But today I had the most adorable and beautiful baby girl. She was so perfect. So much so that I want to keep her forever. She got me so worked up that I think I have baby fever. So I need a stud like you to help my urges.”
“If a fine woman like you desires to be bred like an animal, I am your bull.”
“I need it fast and hard. I need my tight pussy stretched and pounded. I…” Nanny screamed as Kit could hear flesh slapping together. “Yeeaas! Just like that. Fuck me. Breed me good. You're so fucking big. It hurts and feels amazing. More. I need more…”
Kit could only listen on. Her arousal spiking and Nanny making sure Kit heard everything. When Nanny wasn’t talking, Kit could hear each thrust and her reaction. It was cruel to listen to, yet sexy as fuck. She wanted to be jealous, but she adored Nanny. She hadn’t expected things to go quite this way, but it was on Kit's list of suggestions. Her suggestions were far more broad with no detail. This was surprising and unsurprising for different reasons.
The man was grunting and soon Nanny was screaming, “Yes! Make me a mommy. Fill me with your seed. My womb needs it all.”
Things slowed a bit, but there was still the occasional commentary from Nanny or the sounds of things shifting.
“I want to be fully bred. I have a third hole that needs filling if you want,” Nanny said after some time, ensuring Kit could hear her through the monitor.
It was a tough night of sleep for Kit. She listened to Nanny and her screams of pleasure until things went silent. She wasn’t sure when she fell asleep, but was startled at the sound of a voice again waking her up.
“How about filling my womb one final time before you head out?” Nanny asked as her voice came through the monitor.
Kit endured the torturous sounds of passion that were denied to her. The sounds of pleasure, she wished she could give the woman. She wanted to touch and be touched. Even if it was just lust, Kit wanted Nanny. Wanted to be hers in any way and in every way. It had been a long time since she was this aroused and desperate.
But she also wanted that love and compassion. It was something she desired and never had all these years. She didn’t want to lose it. To lose the feeling of being wanted and desired after most of her life of being ridiculed, humiliated, and bullied.
She knew her head wasn’t clear. She had gotten glimpses and moments of a better life this past week, once she was discarded. She couldn't really focus on her two temporary owners and what they had done so far. The screams of passion of another had a hold on her for now in her aroused state.
Kit laid on her back inside the crib. Her limbs were still bound and tears streamed her face. She didn’t fight her bonds. That lesson had been taught to her long ago by another she wished to forget. Her diaper was full. Even if she wanted to hold it in, she knew she needed to act like a proper baby. She still sucked her pacifier as things had been very quiet for a while.
The sounds of the lock of the nursery door disengaging caused Kit to turn towards the door as much as she could. The door opened, but she didn’t hear anything. Moments went by with nothing. Kit was a bit worried and startled when the figure appeared from out of view next to the crib.
Nanny's bright smile was on her face as she asked, “How's my baby girl?”
Her smile faded as she saw the tears on Kit's face. Nearly panicked, she asked, “Are you okay? Are you hurt? Shit!”
She unfastened Kit's restraints and let down the side of the crib.
Kit got to see Nanny in all her glory once again. She even noticed the white fluid dripping from out and down her legs. A woman of beauty that Kit wished she could have even a small part of. A woman that Kit needed at that moment.
Kit basically lunged and threw her arms around the woman's waist, shocking her target. Though Kit was still in the crib, she held the woman. Her head nestled against the soft flesh of her midsection. More tears came, though tears of joy. A ton of emotions ran through her as she took in the warm flesh against her face and arms. Her mitten covered hands could latch to each other or anything else, but she wasn’t letting the embrace go for anything.
Kit had been unresponsive to the numerous questions and statements as she took in the moment. Despite the insane arousal, she calmed and relaxed.
“I'm sorry, I should have come to check on you earlier. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
Kit shook her head into Nanny's midsection and let go of the hug. She sat up in the crib with one of her mitten covered hands pawing at her pacifier gag.
Nanny removed the gag and Kit instantly slid out of the crib and to her knees. Her arms wrapped around Nanny's legs. Her tongue left her parted mouth as it reached for the soft creamy inner thighs of the nude woman.
Nanny gasped and started to question, “What…”
Kit's tongue lashed out and licked the length of Nanny's inner right thigh until she hit the lower part of Nanny's mildly swollen vulva. A moan escaped Nanny's lips, but Kit never slowed down.
“You don’t have to do this, baby girl.”
Kit did have to, at least in her mind. This is what she wanted. It was still a new sensation of doing what she wanted much like breastfeeding from her Goddess the previous morning without asking. Maybe she needed to be more aware of consent, but they were still both in the middle of their own scene that had surprises and twists. Kit just wanted to give her… something… everything. Nanny had given her so much. This was her best way to return the favor in the moment.
Kit felt Nanny brace against the crib, moaning loudly, “Are you jealous or trying to lick the baby from my womb?”
Kit really hadn’t thought about it. It was a definite maybe at first thought. But she was a submissive and trained to please others. Unless commanded, she had no desire to stop what she desired to do as well as felt this was her proper place. She was ignoring her own sexual frustration to bring this desirable woman pleasure.
Her tongue went deeper, searching for every bit of cum it could find. Her nose was up against Nanny's clit and each movement she made caused a gasp or moan. She'd even gotten a finger inside Nanny's pussy to further help and enhance things.
“Fuck! This is so wrong, baby girl. We shouldn't be doing this.”
Kit didn’t slow down as she pushed the large breasted woman to an orgasm. Kit didn’t let go of the woman's legs as she lapped up the new fluids coming out.
She did let go when Nanny asked her to stop. The woman sank to her knees in front of Kit. The massive breasts passed her by and she was looking at the women's neck as she stared straight ahead. She and everyone else were taller than her so it was normal.
A hand cupped her chin and lifted it until their eyes met.
“Thank you, that was wonderful. It should be me satisfying you after everything.”
Kit shook her head before responding, “I serve others, especially my owners, and have for years. My wants and release are unimportant. Pleasing you was not just required, but desired. I would like to do it more. Princess is never satisfied with just one. Plus, you got me off last time I was here. I need to earn those types of rewards.”
Nanny frowned and responded, “I'm not Princess or one of your owners, baby girl. I guess I should call you Kit since we have utterly corrupted this whole thing. I have no desire to take advantage of you in those ways. You're a special woman with so much offer and give. It is also clear you seek love, compassion, and a place to belong. You are here to explore that and I don’t want to taint the experience by being selfish and taking advantage of you.”
“Maybe I get off by being taken advantage of. Everything that has happened has been within my limits and I have not used my safeword. My desire to find a place in this world led me to what happened to me. It taught me many things. I have an innate craving to please others. Making you feel good, makes me feel good. You gave me an amazing experience. One I won’t forget and I would be lying if I said I don't want more of Nanny. But I would be lying if I said I didn’t want to see more of the other part of you who isn’t Nanny. Even if you will always be Nanny to me.”
“I had an amazing time as well, Kit.”
“It’s Wren.”
“Hmm?” Nanny looked at Kit with a bit of confusion.
“My real name. My birth name. It is Wren. You asked for it earlier and I refused. But now you know and you can call me whatever you want.”
“A little bird. So appropriate for a lovely and underappreciated woman. It suits you. My baby girl, Wren. I like it. If we play again, I will use it.”
“When. I'd very much like to do more with you if we can work it out. Our time isn’t done and we have much to discuss, even if talking this much is weird for me.”
Nanny smiled and said, “True, though I imagine you want out of that diaper and cleaned up.”
“Yes please. This whole moment is uncomfortable and I don't mean the diaper as much. I'm used to being naked or in my harness and others clothed around me. Our roles being reversed is triggering me a bit.”
Nanny laughed.
It was apparently early morning still as they showered which led to another orgasm for Nanny. They talked throughout and Nanny got to experience the Princess morning of riding Kit's face to multiple orgasms. It culminated in a sixty-nine where they both got off together as Nanny was adamant Kit earned it.
Kit had turned down being breastfed as she had something else in mind. After a quick stop and a trip back to the ranch, they found themselves in a private stall.
Kit looked down at her slightly larger than normal milk filled breasts before looking at the massive breasts across from her. She had talked the woman into going with her and buying the harness she currently wore.
Both were naked except those harnesses each wore and on all fours being restrained as cattle. The collars around their necks prevented them from talking except the occasional ‘moos’. The milkers were attached to their breasts and turned on. With the ranch hand gone and the stall closed, the two could only stare at each other as they were milked like a dairy animal. Another intimate moment together to get to know one another in a different way as they both desired.