Chapter Seven.
In fact it was six months and several visits later that Rick came to take
Charlotte back home. In all this time Charlotte had never been allowed to dress
in anything but the long suffering undershirt, by now riding well up over her
grotesquely protruding belly and failing miserably to conceal her constantly
spurting tits.
It was an early warm May morning when Rick brought a Range-Rover for Charlotte.
Making her walk out of the subway station for the first time in months, Rick
insisted she walked to the vehicle with just the vest to cover her nakedness.
This didn't bother Charlotte at all, as she was quite indifferent by this time
to embarrassment. The only thing Charlotte asked of him, was to bring the
Alsatian Prince with them. (The girl who owned him had found him unmanageable
since the event with Charlotte, and had given him to her). Luckily there were
few people around at that time of a morning as Charlotte waddled barefoot and
practically naked to the vehicle. It was a different story when they reached the
gates of Charlotte's estate.
Rick had Charlotte get out of the vehicle and walk the good three miles to the
main house, leaving the Range-Rover to take the dog to the stables. Holding her
big white bulging tummy up with both hands the Rt. Hon Lady trailed down the
estate paths, passing along the way a host of new faces who stared with
amusement at the fat semi-naked disproportionate figure of their new employer
being made to shamefully promenade past them by Rick.
They stopped several times to allow Rick to give instructions to several Safari
Park employees. At these stops Charlotte stood silently, her head held down
meekly as the men discussed their business. One of the staff couldn't take his
eyes off Charlotte's groin and the huge thatch of black pubic hair that now
reached up to her protruding belly button. God... what a sight... strangely
sexual in a really 'in your face' way.
"Fucking sight isn't she Lee?" enquired Rick pleasantly, prodding Charlotte
forward to sway her white naked tummy in front of Lee. "This breeding bitch is
just about under eight months gone. Do you want to check her out?" Rick asked,
as he told Charlotte in a casual aside, that Lee was in charge of breeding the
animals in the Safari Park.
Lee stared at the large bulk of Charlotte's stomach presented for him.
"Feel it if you like Lee" Rick went on. "That's OK isn't it 'M'lady'? Tell Lee
you'd like him to examine you."
"Please feel my tummy if you like Lee" said Charlotte in a small voice. "You'll
want to check on the estates breeding animals, and I suppose I'm one. It's been
still for a few days!" she said, referring to her own imminent contribution to
the animals of the estate. She thrust her fat white belly out to his hands, her
knees trembling as he stroked her taut flesh and hairy underbelly.
Lee, who could hardly believe this bovine bitch, was his employer, decided to
see how far he could push her. "Empty your bladder would you M'lady and I'll
feel the uterus."
Without hesitation the Rt. Hon Lady Charlotte placed her feet apart and released
her bladder in front of the men, her hot pee pouring out from the swollen slit
between her legs and splashing into a growing puddle on the grass. This is what
she wanted she gloried, her fat frame literarily trembling with shame... To be
treated as part of the livestock in this contemptuous fashion.
When Charlotte dribbled to a stop, the last drops trickling down her inner
thighs, Lee ordered her on her back.
Charlotte eased herself to the grass and lay in front of them both, her large
white swollen stomach sticking up in the air like a beached whale. Rick looked
on with amusement as she was made to open her legs as wide as she could.
She felt both of Lee's hands on either side of her cunt as he roughly pulled her
lips apart.
"Uh... uh" gasped Charlotte as he inserted his fingers into her vagina. Her
gasping turned into a stifled scream as he thrust up viciously, inserting his
whole hand into her tender slit and forcing it up till he could feel Charlotte's
womb. She immediately had a huge climax, staring at Lee with bovine acceptance.
After feeling around inside her, causing Charlotte to weep with pain, he
withdrew and ordered her to her feet.
Charlotte stood up shakily as he said casually. "Not the first litter she's
dropped", looking at her weeping breasts quivering inside the skimpy under-vest.
"OK lets see the udders."
Allowing the shoulder bands of her under-vest to slip off Charlotte revealed her
long sagging breasts, the under-vest coming to rest on top of her heaving
swelling gut.
"Go ahead M'lady," urged Lee. "Milk yourself and let's see how fruitful you are
in the milk department."
Obediently Lady Charlotte hefted her left breast in her left hand, spraying a
dozen jets of milk from her stiff brown nipple. With her right hand she lifted
the other tit to her mouth and sucked away greedily, feeling the hot milk hit
the back of her throat as she swallowed.
"She's a thoroughbred, but you can crossbreed her with any of the livestock" put
in Rick, confirming to Charlotte that he knew about herself and the hound. She'd
never repeated the event but had found herself longing to do so from time to
time.
"Is that a fact M'lady?" queried Lee, his interest aroused. "You'll let some of
my stock fuck you?"
"Y... Yes" quavered Charlotte. "As l... long as the p... prick's not too large
for me."
"Well, well" murmured Lee. "We'll have to try that when you've dropped this
cub."
With that Rick had Charlotte adjust her under-vest as they proceeded on to the
house. Entering through the main doors Charlotte saw that the whole of the staff
had been replaced apart from William's the butler, and of course Rita. They were
all assembled on the hallway awaiting them and Rick introduced her.
"This is your mistress the Right Honourable Lady Charlotte Spencer. As you can
all see she's been well fucked and I expect you all to see she's been well
fucked again. She's yours to play with as you want her. There's plenty of kinky
clothes and no end of cosmetics and soaps for you to pamper the poor brainless
darling with. The only thing it doesn't interfere with, is the breast feeding
which she'll carry out daily."
Charlotte gathered from Rick's further instructions, that five or six of the
staff's wives, and an equal number of the female staff were new parents and had
signed a contract allowing Charlotte to suckle their offspring. Rick was
determined it seemed to keep Charlotte's breasts pendulous and milking.
It seemed that Rita had been one of the new mothers in Charlotte's absence and
she took Charlotte through to her luxuriously appointed room to give her all her
cast off maternity clothes. Roy seemed to be nowhere in the picture and
Charlotte gathered he'd left Rita, finally disgusted with her strange, sexual
excesses.
Charlotte could have kissed Rita when she told her that the first thing on the
agenda was a hot bath and shampoo.
It took three baths and three showers before Charlotte was completely clean,
Rita tutting over her beautiful long but broken finger nails, and crooned with
delight at the thick black hair that had sprouted under Charlotte's elegant
white arms.
She paid particular attention to the bushy black thatches and also to Lady
Charlotte's huge mass of pubic hair, shampooing them several times and
blow-drying them. She finished her ministrations by applying some kind of cream,
which, she assured Charlotte, would encourage a strong fast growth.
When Rita had finished drying the naked Lady Charlotte down she led her through
to her sumptuous bedroom to sort through the cast off maternity clothing she'd
given her.
"I bought a lot of new clothes before I was sent down into the subway" ventured
Lady Charlotte timidly.
"Do you think you'll fit into them now you fat cow" snapped Rita, proving that
she'd lost none of her waspish ways. "I've had a lot of these altered to suit
your mental age you childish little slut." Rita had been sorting through a pile
of silk and cotton knickers that looked as if they'd been made for a baby
elephant. She opted for a bright blue silk pair that she threw at Charlotte.
"Put these on" she ordered.
Lady Charlotte pulled the voluminous panties up her legs, settling them around
the middle of her large stomach.
"Cover yourself up you naughty girl" Rita said cloyingly. "Get that ugly belly
button hidden. It's sticking right out!."
Charlotte despondently looked down at her ever-growing belly and could see that
Rita was correct. Her naval had pushed itself out and was sticking forward like
a small thumb. Charlotte had seen similar belly buttons on newsreels of the
hungry in various Middle Eastern countries. She hurriedly lugged the waistband
of what seemed like acres of silk knicker material up over her bloated white
tummy, covering the small distorted lump up.
Looking at a sideways view of herself in the wardrobe mirror Charlotte was
shocked at how fast and large her belly had grown. Her protuberance jutted out
obscenely in front of her, now covered by the outsized blue silk knickers. They
had no style apart from having little loose legs at each side that were trimmed
with white lace. Lady Charlotte's long pendulous breasts fell slackly either
side and actually rested on top of the waistband of the knickers, so far did
they pull up over her fat belly.
Rita had produced a large flowery dress from the pile of discards and helped
Lady Charlotte to tug it over her head and settle it down around her hips. It
was very short, allowing the lace trimmed edges of Charlotte's panties to peep
out under the hem. Rita told Lady Charlotte to do up the eight or nine buttons
to the top. The dress had a very old fashioned neckline, a simple round opening,
again trimmed with lace. The lace edged sleeves were quarter length with
juvenile shoulder puffs. Rita ordered Lady Charlotte to sit on the bed. She then
gave her a long and very professional manicure, pedicure and foot massage,
finishing by making Charlotte don a pair of white lace trimmed ankle socks with
soft black leather loafers. She then fussed about Charlotte's face and hair,
applying face creams, rouge and face powder and curling her long black hair.
Rita ended by carefully brushing Charlotte's lips with a gloss lipstick and
dabbing a small amount of cologne on either side of her white neck and kissing
the damp little patches.
"See what a pretty little girl I've made you" Rita gushed enthusiastically.
Charlotte just loved Rita talking to her in this maternal and patronising
manner. For a number of months, without her realising it, Charlotte had become
more and more open to suggestion. It was as though her mind was being
restructured in an almost hypnotic fashion. She could be made to feel any way
they wished her almost instantly. At the moment Charlotte fell into the little
girl mode quite naturally without even pausing to think it odd. It never
occurred to Charlotte to feel slighted or hurt when she was called "brainless"
or "empty headed" which happened frequently.
The Rt. Hon Charlotte Spencer surveyed the end result in the full length mirror.
'My God! How very "Shirley Temple." Rita had painted Charlotte's full soft lips
in a twenties 'cupid's bow' style. She'd left the eyes natural and her skin pale
but had applied heavy cheek rouge in a " Walt Disney Sleeping Beauty" fashion.
Her normally sophisticated hair style had been replaced with ringlets framing
her pretty face. Rita had caught them up on either side with two large blue
ribbons.
Wearing the ankle socks and loafers on her bare white legs Lady Charlotte looked
like an overgrown pretty little girl, although a very fat one with the short
dress pushed out in front of her by her swelling tummy. Her large milk filled
tits were hidden by the dress as they lay flat against Charlotte's lower rib
cage, the jutting belly keeping the line of the dress flat from her stomach to
the neckline.
Deciding that she'd establish the way things were going to be from now on, Rita
thought she'd have a bit of fun at Charlotte's expense as well.
"That's what I've instructed the new staff M'lady " she said mockingly. "They
all think you've been away in hospital. They think, quite rightly, you've gone a
bit soft in the head and you've reverted to your second childhood. They've been
told that's the way they've got to treat you. I've also told them that. apart
from your baby feeding tasks, you're there for their convenience and not the
other way around. Do you understand what I'm saying Lady Spencer?."
Casting her eyes down submissively Charlotte said meekly, "Yes M'lady."
"You'd better cut out the M'lady stuff as well" Rita said musingly. "I've let
them know you've fixated on me as a mother figure. I suppose if you're going to
call me anything it'd better be Mummy."
"Yes Mummy" said Charlotte obediently, trying the title out on her tongue and
liking it. So much better than Rita's mocking "M'lady."
"Well Charlotte. I'm certain were all going to get along fine as long as you
behave yourself" Rita said firmly. "If you're naughty Mummy will have to spank
you. I may even make you wear that grubby old under-vest for a few days so just
keep that in mind!."
"That's all right Mummy. I'll be a good little girl" said Charlotte, almost
lisping in her eagerness to please. "I don't want to get all dirty like that
again."
"Now Charlotte" Rita went on softly. "I know them tablets make you feel playful,
so I want you to feel free to play with your twopence whenever and wherever you
want"
"Twopence?" Charlotte frowned. "What's that Mummy?."
"You know Charlotte" Rita went on. "You must want to diddle with yourself? FRIG
yourself off? Well I'm just telling you that you can do it any time you want. I
won't think you're being naughty wherever you want do it in the house."
Comprehension dawned for Charlotte. Rita wanted her to masturbate herself at
unplanned moments in the manor, probably in front of the staff too.
"Can I do it now Mummy?" she said eagerly, feeling a swift animal rush at the
naughty thought.
"You can do it while were taking your new clothes to your room" said Rita
sweetly, gathering the pile of clothes in her arms and ushering Charlotte
through the door.
Walking awkwardly through the corridors at Rita's side, Charlotte slipped her
fingers into the leg-band of her knickers, feeling the crinkly pubic hair that
surrounded her newly oiled slit. Frantically rubbing this sensitive area
Charlotte gasped and panted as she jogged along with Rita who'd pause
occasionally to issue instructions to various members of the staff, leaving a
self-conscious Charlotte standing in front of the servant making glutinous
noises as she fiddled with herself.
Rita showed Charlotte the room she'd allocated her. Whilst not the main bedroom,
which Rita had allocated for her own use, it was one of the larger guest rooms.
It was the redecoration that staggered Charlotte.
It was done out as a larger than life nursery. Charlotte's bed was a huge
bassinet with pink fluffy accessories. There was even a large pink teddy bear on
the pillow and a musical mobile dangling from the wickerwork arch.
The furniture was painted in bright contrasting pastel colours and had been
designed larger than the normal bedroom suite, dwarfing Charlotte. There was
quite a large array of little girl's toys and dolls lying studiedly about the
room.
To complete the effect the walls had been papered with pink wallpaper that had
designs of golliwogs and teddy bears and other babyish paraphernalia running
throughout, which was continued into the frilly curtains.
"You see my dear" purred Rita. "You're going to be part of the paying
attractions here from now on. I thought the money spent on "the nursery" would
be money well spent. Why, we've even got a nurse for you and, guess what?. He
was one of your biggest fans when you were a model."
Rita called out and a tall blonde man dressed in a male nurses uniform walked
into the room and looked adoringly at Charlotte. "My, my. Doesn't she look a
picture then" he cooed in an almost homosexual fashion, looking Charlotte up and
down with his deep set mesmeric eyes.
After introducing the nurse as Dave, Rita stashed Charlotte's clothes into
various large drawers and left the nursery instructing Charlotte to 'Be a good
little girl for David and do everything she was told'.
Charlotte stood silently in front of Dave, her hands clasped in front of her and
her eyes downcast.
"How many months then?" he suddenly enquired. "Almost time at a rough guess."
"E... Eight sir" stammered Charlotte. "At least I think so."
"Bloody Hell. What are you giving birth to?. An elephant?" said Dave good
humouredly, instructing Charlotte to pull up the front of her short dress.
She pulled her dress up over the huge mound and stood in front of Dave in a
docile manner, the hem of the dress up to her chin and her fat belly bulging out
obscenely.
After telling Charlotte that he was a genuine State Registered Nurse, Dave
surveyed the large expanse of blue silk that faced him.
"You know" he said fervently. "I can't tell you what a big admirer of yours I
am. Now here you are waiting for me to pull down your knickers. You don't mind
me pulling your knickers down do you Lady Charlotte?."
"N... no. Not at sir" stammered the Rt. Hon Lady Charlotte Spencer, uncertain of
how to address Dave. "I'd like you to pull my knickers down for you sir. I...
I'm a bit worried I must admit... I haven't felt the baby kick for a few days
now."
Alerted by this revelation, Dave knelt down in front of her and slid the blue
silk off Charlotte's huge mound. Pulling them down to the top of her thighs he
exclaimed, "My God. Where did all this hair come from?." The lower belly of this
goddess that he'd worshipped when her elegant photographs graced all the worlds
top magazines, was absolutely covered with black coarse pubic hair.
Charlotte looked down at her bare hirsute tummy. Although she had some
difficulty in catching sight of her lower stomach under the paunch, she could
see that the pubic bristles were now approaching her ugly protuberant navel.
She squirmed with a hot flush of pleasure as Dave's hands gently felt her pubic
area. "P... pull my knickers further down sir. I can spread my legs for you
then" Charlotte gasped.
Dave knew the value of frustrating someone in Charlotte's obvious state of
arousal. He slowly stroked and caressed the springy pubic hair till Charlotte
was weeping with thwarted desire.
As he felt at the area he noticed that Charlotte was correct when she said there
was no movement.
Taking out a stethoscope Dave listened carefully to Charlotte's belly as she
sobbed with hunger.
"Have you had any miscarriages at all?" he suddenly inquired. When Charlotte
nodded silently, unable to speak such was her craving, he went on. "I'm afraid
you're going to have another one. The foetus isn't viable I'm afraid. In fact I
rather think that any future pregnancies will lead to the same result."
Charlotte couldn't care less about the baby, or any further babies. She'd merely
got herself impregnated to fulfil her craving for debasement.
"OK" Dave said after his examination. "Let's see the rest. I can see your dying
to show me."
Charlotte dropped the hem of her dress and quickly unbuttoned the front of it
with trembling fingers. Heaving it down her fat body along with the voluminous
panties, she let them drop to the floor and stood in front of Dave naked apart
from her little white socks and shoes.
He looked at the sight he'd been dying to see since he'd cut out his first
photograph of Charlotte from a glossy quality magazine.
She stood immensely submissive in front of Dave. He noticed the huge bushes of
black hair under each of her armpits and the sagging wet breasts. What a
difference from the gorgeous woman that he recalled from her modelling days.
Dave knew he'd have to induce the birth before Charlotte became ill.
Dave led Charlotte, still naked, down the stairs and through the main hall into
the kitchen. The kitchen staff all turned to look curiously at their new
mistress as Dave brought her in. She revelled in their piercing glances,
thrusting her huge bare belly and breasts out for them all to see.
"My, my. Doesn't she look a massive fat lump then?" remarked the cook, a large
woman herself. "And just look at all that hair and the way her titties sag down
like that. It looks like your kid's going to be well fed with that aristocratic
milk Anne."
The last remark was addressed to one of the maids who was looking at Charlotte's
leaking tits with propriety interest.
Meanwhile Dave was telling Rita what he'd found wrong with Charlotte.
"That's OK" said Rita, shrugging indifferently. "We'll get that fucking quack in
tonight that we used before."
Ordering Charlotte up to her new room and instructing her to prepare herself for
a visit from the doctor, Rita picked up the telephone...
To be continued...
