Breastfed by the Transsexual Nanny (The Adult Baby Sissy Nursery Book 2)

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Well....I have a breast pump I have to use every 2 hours or I will become engorged. Even during the night, I have to wake up every 2 hours to pump. I produce 12 ounces every 2 hours. I bottle the milk and give it to my babies to use on nights and weekends. It's not near as enjoyable as nursing, but the families pay me quite well."

For her part, though, Christy still had no idea. It was just like before, only this time the result was much more embarrassing. "Y-Yeah, I just... I felt a cramp. I really tried to get to the bathroom, but... I didn't make it." Her cheeks were blushing a bright red at this point as she admitted to pooping her pants.She stopped me mid-sentence "It's ok James sweety. You didnt know, and I didnt want you to know. I have a rare condition where I produce an abundance of breastmilk, so I have found a way to capitalize on it. I love caring for babies, especially nursing them, and its a nice little income. My only rule is you cant tell another soul about this. OK?" Oh my. That was a good one" Nana remarked. "Now, I think we need to get a diaper on you. What do you think?" Great!" she replied. "You were quite the helper today." She smiled as she walked to her bedroom to get her shower. She asked me to stay downstairs, as the parents may frown upon a male helping with their babies. One by one she brought the babies down and laid them in separate cribs. Each baby had its own separate hook on the wall for their diaper bags.

By the week after, the few times she'd been making it to the bathroom in time were growing less and less frequent. There were several days during that week where she didn't make it to the bathroom once and instead wound up using her pull-ups multiple times in a day. She tried her best to help Stacy out with the kids, but she was having more and more trouble focusing on anything other than her own potty problems. Even with all of that focus, though, her troubles only seemed to be getting worse as the days passed by. The pizza arrived several minutes later, and the water was still running in the shower. I paid for it, then began to eat. As I scarfed down the pizza, she walked into the kitchen with her bathrobe on and a towel on her hair. She grabbed a plate and a slice and sat across from me. "So...what did you think about everything?" As she made her way around the corner towards the bathroom, the urge turned into a cramp in her bowels and she found herself forced to stop just short of the bathroom door. Her hands went to her bottom, trying desperately to hold it in just a little longer. She carefully took a step, managing to barely hold it in as she did so. She took one hand off her bottom and opened the bathroom door, taking another step into the bathroom. The toilet was in sight now, but as took another step towards it she felt her bowels begin to move. She made another desperate attempt to hold it in, but this time it didn't quite work out. OK baby lie down in Nana's lap. Thats a good boy! Oh Nana is sooo full. I hope you are still hungry?"After that, the action was non-stop. If I wasn't changing a baby, I was holding one off that was hungry until one of Mary's breasts became available. She handled everything with such ease. A lot of times there would be a baby on each of her breasts during the day. There was probably a total of 1 hour during the day where she wasn't nursing at least 1 baby. She desperately looked around, doing a bit of a potty dance as she tried to think of anything that could help her out of this situation. Before she could come up with anything, though, she felt the all too familiar warmth begin to spread between her legs. She froze in place, only managing to look down to see the large wet patch forming on her jeans. Eventually the wet spot extended to a puddle around her feet and the flow finally stopped shortly after. She felt a small sense of relief now that it was over, but that relief was accompanied by an unrivaled humiliation due to what she'd just done (and where she'd done it). She didn't have long to ponder that humiliation, though, as the door to the bathroom opened in front of her to make it even worse. Wow! That's quite a story" I said. "So what do you with your milk after the babies leave for the day?" She stopped me mid-sentence...."James, there is no need to explain. Karen told me a few months ago about your fantasy. She was very upset that you could be into such a thing. I told her I was put off by it as well, but thats just simply not true. I know how much you want to be babied, and that Karen would never do this for you. I want to be YOUR Nana now."

It was a normal early Tuesday morning when I got a call from her. She asked if I could take the day off work and come help her do some work around her house. She said she would pay me more than what I would make at work. I agreed, but was a little puzzled. She asked me to be there at 7:30 on the dot.Nana was looking down at me as I laid in her lap. The smell of her freshly showered body and the softness of her bathrobe against my cheek was very soothing.

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