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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