When Granny Minnie Met Jack
June 7, 2025
Rachel adjusted her skirt and button up blouse, its crisp fabric rustling as she knelt beside an oversized crib. The room smelled of talcum powder and lavender oil, the afternoon sun filtering through colorful pastel curtains. Her new employer, Mr. Thompson, had been clear: “My son Liam requires… specialized care. Follow the routine exactly.
Liam lay on his back in the crib, swaddled in a onesie patterned with cartoon ducks, his legs kicking lazily in the air. A pacifier bobbed between his lips, his hazel eyes wide and guileless. He cooed, reaching for her with slim fingers. “Shh, my little liam,” Rachel murmured, her voice steady despite the heat creeping up her neck. She unsnapped the onesie’s crotch, revealing the thick, padded diaper beneath. The plastic crinkled as she peeled it back, exposing him. Her breath hitched at the sight. He was fully erect, but instead of what she expected to be a big cock, it was small penis no bigger than a battery AAA battery. Liam whimpered and squirmed as cool air hit his exposed, small, erect skin. “W-wet,” he lisped around the pacifier, hips arching slightly.
Rachel’s knuckles brushed his inner thigh. she was a Professional. yet professionals could only be that way for so long and she couldn’t help but softly giggle to herself about what she was looking at, it was smaller than a pair of tweezers. She wiped him methodically, the baby wipes warm from the bedside warmer. But her touch lingered a beat too long near his small dick, when he shuddered, a bead of pre-cum leaked and glistened at his tip.
Days watching over Liam, blurred into a steady rhythm of bottle feedings, bath times and a bit of play. he’d refused solid food, clinging to her blouse as she cradled him against her chest, his face nuzzling the swell of her breasts. During his naps, she’d catch him watching her through half-lidded eyes, his thumb was replaced by two fingers lazily stroking himself under the blankets.
One humid evening, she found him “asleep” in the crib, diaper a small tent with his erection or just barely. Rachel hesitated for a moment before she would smile slightly, then slid her palm under the blanket and over the diaper where his barely visible erection was. A muffled moan escaped him. she didn’t pull back and neither did she stop as her eyes looked down as his squirming body. “Nana,” he whined, “aww, what a cute little dick! Your cock doesn’t deserve to be called a penis. I can barely see that little nub!” nanny rachel cooed, liam’s face turned pink as he whimpered in protest to the sound of the giggling nanny.
The first time she stroked his small dick with her hand, no not even her hand. her fingers she could barely stroke it, she would smile something sweet before teasing him in a honey’ed baby voice, with a subtle teasing edge. “Your penis is too small to ever please me, or any woman. it’s so flat in your diaper. people would just assume you’d have a little clit!” which would make liam’s face go red before protesting once more and whining “no nana, not…not a clit.” he shuddered at the contact, cum started to leak from the tip onto her hand, she would giggle even more towards his mess before she went to move away. going and grabbing the baby wipes before cleaning up the cum from her hand and his little thumb dick.
When Mr. Thompson came home at the usual time of 8:30PM, he complimented her dedication to his son. “He seems so calm lately,” he remarked, oblivious to why his son’s face was reddened, thinking of it as playtime going very well.
Nanny Rachel smiled and took the compliment with a professional grace, looking forwards to coming back to this house once again.
