Date: Tue, 27 Apr 2010 13:59:44 -0700 (PDT)
From: Thomas
Subject: Baby Freddie

This is based on the ICarly tv show, but sort of overlooking the part in
which Freddie does videos with them. He just has a crazy over-protective
mom and lives next door to her.

Obviously I do not imply anything about ICarly's characters, nor do I
advise this behavior. All characters are fictional and unrelated to people
in real life. I do no encourage any reading of this by someone for whom it
is illegal.


Freddie moaned loudly, and then quickly quieted down as he realized his mom
was only sleeping a room away. He reached down to his room floor and
stuffed a sock into his mouth, thereby stifling his future sounds of
pleasure. His 14 year old hand massaged his cock while it's neighbor
fingered his hole. The sounds he had meant to be silent soon became audible
even through the cotton as his warm cum first shot and then dribbled over
his hands and onto the carpet. He was still slowly thrusting his hips when
he turned around, only to see his door swing open. His mother screamed and
tackled him.

"What do you think you're doing at 10 pm on a school night? Staying up to
masturbate?!" In her ferocity she grabbed his pajamas off the floor before
he could use them to cover up and grabbed his shoulder before he escape to
the bed. "And all over the carpet?! Freddie ever since you started
shooting, you have been secretly jacking off way too much! Here!" She took
his polo shirt off the floor and wiped all of the cum up with it, still not
letting go of his shoulder, and walking him to the tub. He sat in it,
naked, cold, and still dribbling. He could say nothing to defend
himself. "This must be the third time this month I've caught you, and I've
seen how many tissues you always have in your wastebasket. Not to mention
how every other day I milk you during your bath. You're turning into a
regular pervert. And don't think I missed that ass hole play. Are you gay,
Freddie, or bi, or just confused? Or super-sexually charged? You must get
off nearly 20 times a week!"

At this, Freddie, who was already in tears, was so upset that he started
sobbing, and his now unerect dick let out a trickle of urine. His mom saw
how she had upset him, and just sent him to bed. She kissed him goodnight,
picked up his cummed polo, and told him they'd talk about it on Saturday,
tomorrow. Freddie, still tearing up a bit, drifted off into a deep sleep,
and his mother sat down at her computer. She had a lot of work to do
tonight.

Freddie awoke with a start, realized he was naked in his bed, and
remembered the night before. He swore and laid back down. His highly
aroused member received no attention, and Freddie pulled on some clothes
before quickly going down to breakfast as silently as possible. His mother
was not there, but food was warm and waiting, with a note saying that he
could go down and hang out at the park nearby until 4:30pm, with love from
his mom. Maybe she had just decided to forget it, he thought. It was only
10, he would have tons of time, way more than usual. He left soon after,
and immediately his mother, in her office, began making the calls.

Freddie returned from a 3 hour long game of Frisbee soaking in sweat and
covered in grass stains. He hoped his mom could forgive him for going a bit
overboard on the athletic activities today. "Freddie! Perfectly on time! I
don't mind the mess, just hurry up and get in the bath!"

He blushed, knowing that his mom would be the one giving him the very
intense bath, but he could not get around it. He pulled off his shirt,
shorts, socks, then briefs in front of his mother, handing them to her in a
pile, and stepped into the tub. "Nice bubbles and warm water, how does that
sound sunshine?" His mother whispered as she ran her fingers through his
hair. He knew not to even try to maintain any personal space now. The bath
filled up to his mid-chest, and the bubble bath stirred up into lathery
foam. With this, she began to wash his back with a wash cloth, then went to
the nipples and fondled them for a while. She washed his arms and legs,
paying close attention to any dirt or grime, and then turned him over to
wash his bottom. She spent several minutes in that area, obviously quite on
purpose, and soon he was completely aroused. Neither was surprised.

Ever since Freddie had been hitting puberty, around 12, his mother had
noticed his erections. At the time, she at first ignored them, but then
realized she needed to clean that area just as much as the rest of
him. After some research online, she came to the conclusion that his
orgasms would be much better monitored if she jacked him off in the bath,
and soon every other day, bath day, Freddie would receive his great
reward. After the initial embarrassment, it became an activity he immensely
enjoyed, and soon hr eagerly humped his mother's hand at the beginning and
the end of each washing. The problems started when he grew older, and began
cumming like a grown-up. His spray was a mess, and he would now yell or
moan loudly enough for neighbors to here. His mother maintained that he
loved to sing romantic pop songs in the shower, instead of the truth.

Today, Freddie was indeed horny as ever. His member seemed firmer than
normal, and his balls slightly fuller as well. His body hair was, of course
cleanly and chemically removed for better hygiene, and displayed his
excited privates proudly. He grasped her elbow even before she had reached
his erection and immediately attacked her closed fist. Her other hand
reached down and fondled his balls, marveling at the size he had grown in
the last several months. She would need to measure him again, for sure. Her
hand moved up to his mouth to stifle his cries as he got closer, and after
several moments of steady pounding he exploded into the bath water. His
muffled moans echoed around the room, and his mother milked out the last
drops before scooping out the ejaculation with a special scooper serving
that very purpose. She carefully deposited it in a jar next the sink, and
although it was about 10 inches high, it was nearly half full. His mom also
shampooed his scalp while he recovered from his fun. In the final rinse, he
was smiling dazedly, and she pulled him out and toweled him before he
regained full awareness.

"OK sweetie, now that you're all clean and relieved, I'll show you the
changes I made."

Freddie was surprised. He knew he should've been more suspicious! "What
changes? What do you mean?"

His mother grabbed him and picked him up like a newborn, carrying him to
his bedroom. "Well, after last night, I realized it was impossible to keep
a teen boy away from his dick, and it would distract you from your school
work. After a lot of hard decision making, I've decided to home school
you. You'll stay in the house all day normally, and get 3 hours of
schooling every single day." Freddie started kicking in her arms, but she
held him firmly. He has so mad, so confused, so shocked. How could she do
this to him? How did this relate to masturbation? What would he be doing in
all the other time he was cooped up in the house? He voiced the last
question aloud.

His mother giggled and opened the door to his room. Freddie gasped. "You
always complained I treated you like a baby?"

It was filled with oversized baby items: a crib, a changing table, a bureau
of baby cloths, a mountain of diapers, various bottles of baby products and
tubs of accessories. He began kicking and yelling, but she was ready for
this. Like his crib, the table was decked out with straps, which she
quickly attached to Freddie's appendages before sliding an enormous
pacifier into his mouth, which also lightly clamped down on his lips to
keep them closed. The thick head was a tube 3 inches long and fit around
his tongue with special soft springy barbs around the outside of the tube,
so that he could not push it out. He gagged but was unable to make loud
noises. He struggling was futile as she carefully and lovingly adjusted the
straps that she had hastily applied before, and then locked the ones on his
arms.

"Now I suppose you deserve a proper explanation. Masturbation, or rather,
frequent ejaculation, is very natural. I was a fool to think that I should
try to monitor and limit it like I did in the past. Not only that, Freddie,
but it makes you very very happy, as I myself have witnessed. I want you to
have what you want, what you need to be happy. So I have given you, until
you turn 18, a life of sexual pleasure, without even having to get up to
use the bathroom, and combining it with my constant control that I need
over you. The baby angle is perfect in that it completes these necessities,
and also completes you fetishes too. I have come to terms with you sexual
orientation, as well as your need for ass play and bondage themes. Don't
worry honey, Mama's going to make your life heaven on earth. Your days from
now on will go like this: Wake up in the crib, get changed, cum for 3
hours, eat and get tutored, cum for 2 hours, eat, cum for 4 hours, go to
sleep. You will not talk, you will not disobey orders, you will not walk,
and you will not ever try to pleasure yourself. If necessary, you may ask
for new toys or a new sexual gratification. And by God you'll get
gratification. This morning, I melted several special pills from Asia into
your breakfast. Every day, in your formula, it will also be there. These
pills release chemicals that allow your body to produce incredibly massive
amounts of hormones and sperm, another reason diapers will be a great fit,
for easy clean-up. Your balls will expand and grow in several days, and you
will only be able to pee immediately after orgasms, which will be 30 times
more intense, 6 times as long as normal, and with quadruple the constant
amount of semen. Now, these pills are illegal, but I would never spare any
expense for my beautiful son.

To save money in other areas, I will also be taking pills, to lactate. With
the combination of formula and my milk, you will need nothing else to keep
you healthy. The constant cumming and sperm production will require massive
calories, so you will be drinking some milk or formula constantly, via
special hanging bags similar to IVs, which attach to the tube in you
pacifier. Swallowing isn't necessary, you will soon learn to keep you
throat open constantly. I will also add some pills for digesting lactose in
you formula, to better help your breast-milk heavy diet. The constant
orgasms will also keep you very fit and in top condition, and if you need
help in any specific areas, I have ordered a special exercise machine with
restraints. When I am gone, you will always have a male baby sitter who
knows what you like and is willing to work with you to get it. Any
questions?"

Freddie was so horrified with all this and so mentally overloaded that he
didn't even speak a word. What about his old life? Inside, however, his
blood raced for unknown reasons; he was getting hard again, only 10 minutes
after his bath release. "Oh Freddie, I'm so glad you like it! Yes, I know,
I outdid myself, but you certainly deserve it. Now let's get started baby,
I want you diaper filled with semen and a smile on your face as soon as
possible." His erection was slightly harder than it had been before, and
she rubbed it with a light baby oil, but paid much more attention to his
boy hole. It had been properly cleaned in the bath, and soon glistened and
ran with oil, lubed for Freddie's first fucking. "Now, normally I will use
just a large dildo or vibrator, but I though since you may be advancing
with your sitters that you and Mama could do some bondage bonding, just
mother and baby. I'll start small and during the week we'll work our way
bigger, OK?" She quickly put on a strap-on dildo. Freddie's groan only
encouraged her, and she found the entrance and entered him several inches
easily.

Though in actuality Freddie was not gay, and was indeed infatuated with
Carly instead, he enjoyed this as much as any boy's erection would. Precum
steadily dribbled from his purple cock-head as slowly his mother stuck the
4.5 inch dildo up to the hilt. With the beginning of the thrusts, his
straps held him well and still, and it was slightly painful with no
give. Of course he had finger fucked himself many a time and once even
failed in an attempt with a banana, but he was not used to the
circumference of the tool, and it took 10 minutes before he was feeling
only pleasure. By now the exact strokes of his mother had forced his shaved
and hairless balls into producing a stream of precum that pooled on his
pelvis area and needed many tissues to contain. The fucking was no where
near hitting his prostate, and such was unable to obtain ejaculation, close
as Freddie was. His mother carefully looked at her watch, and after a full
15 minutes caressed his flooding erection until he blasted his jizz into a
mixed pool of spooge and precum ranging from his balls to his nipples and
running down onto the changing table besides. Never had Freddie cummed half
as much; it was evidence that the pills were working their magic. More
proof was in the feeling he had 10 minutes after orgasm, with his mother
unromantically and untiringly still humping him. Though it felt a tad sore,
his body didn't feel that normal sensation of strange pain or weird feeling
in the least from being sexually handled even after release; actually, he
was beginning to get a semi. He was also now immensely thirsty, from
exuding so much fluid and sweat. His mama understood and pulled out the
strap on and attached a micro waved bag of formula to his pacifier. It was
a bit foul tasting as it ran around his tongue, as well as being just cool
enough to not burn him, and she had to massage his throat for some time
before he could keep it open at will.

Then, she reached again into her 'tool box' and returned with 4
items. "Freddie, now you will be resting and cumming, OK sweetie? Mama's
going out for a movie, like she does usually about twice a week, and your
friend Tyler will babysit you until about 1 am, OK? He has tons of
instructions, but first I need to set you up. This is a butt plug," she
said as she showed him the glass cone and applied it painlessly. It was a
bit small and very angled to allow insertion for new users, but curved a
bit to allow for anal sex in the future. "It's used to stretch your boy
pussy, if you'll excuse my language. It can't be too loose, but it needs to
be loose enough to keep you from feeling too much pain. It's a good thing
Tyler is a year younger than you; he sure won't stretch you out too much."
Freddie did not like the sound of that at all. He and Ty were pretty close
friends, and though they rarely saw each other much since they went to
different schools, they sleepover together a lot. In fact, they had circle
jerked several times, in their hyper-horny summer last year. Thinking about
it, he was probably way more OK about Ty knowing about this than pretty
much anyone else. Maybe he would let him out of here.

"Next is an auto-massager, which wraps around you dick and vibrates rapidly
to get you off. Simple enough." She slipped it on and adjusted it, then
turned it on. It had a remote with a plastic wire extending about 3 feet,
which she left on the side table after turning it up to medium
setting. Freddie was feeling great sensations and bucking his hips. His
moans turned to yips as his voice cracked, the first time in half a year,
squealing out short bursts of pleasure.

"After that is the scrotum cradle. I have sewn this myself; on the internet
they don't sell them. I read that the pills that enhance you sexual
pleasure and increase you ball size also make your balls much heavier,
which can be very painful if you move around a lot. This strap makes
carrying you around easy for both of us, and I can be sure you're safe. I
will sew a much bigger one tonight, made of leather for you future
orange-sized balls, but this should fit you for now." Freddie gasped at the
thought of having balls the size of oranges, and he had to admit it turned
him on while repulsing him at the same time. Would his diaper fit if he had
them that big? "Your diaper must also be very tight," she said as she
slipped the small cloth brief over ball sack and tied the strings
together. The brief had no back and a very low front, and allowed access to
all areas except the testicles themselves. "If the diaper's loose, they can
roll around sometimes. It's just one less thing to worry about."



"Finally, we have the canteen. It's really more of a water skin, and again
it's of my own design. The tip fits over your cock head and stays there,
but is very thin and you can be just as easily stimulated through it as
normal. If anything, it will increase your endurance for longer and less
sore rubbings. The rest of it holds 1.5 liters and folds up into the top
part of your diaper, and when laying down it will trap most of you precum
and cum. If it fills up, and thus contains more than we need to recycle, it
will seep out of the tiny hole in the top. I told you that this is a tad
expensive, but we make it relatively cheap if you drink you cum. I know it
sounds gross, but it will not only be a change in flavor but a good one at
that. Semen is pretty good tasting, as you will soon find out, and is
probably as good as the formula health wise. Just think Freddie, you're
like your own cow!" She laughed and Freddie gagged. He was so disgusted by
the idea and the analogy. His penis pulsed, and he knew he was getting very
close to climax. His mom sensed it too.

"OK, lets get this on before you blow, and then I can skedaddle and leave
you to your fun. Here's a tight fitting disposable diaper; since you're
being such a little economic recyclist, we can afford them forever." She
put it under him and tucked the canteen up into the top before taping it
up, then used duct tape to really seal it up, in case of spillage. She also
taped the massager remote to the front of his diaper so it wouldn't get
lost. It hugged all of his privates, and intensified his pleasure by a
lot. He could only imagine what he looked like, a 14 year old with an
enormous pacifier, and Speedo-tight diaper stretched over sex toys, and him
drooling and rolling his eyes like a horse rearing on its hind legs. The
front of the diaper had Seasame print on it, and his mother kissed each one
lovingly. Freddie nearly came but managed to hold off; he though cumming so
close to her face would humiliate him to death. Not that he wasn't close to
there already.

She smoothly unbuckled him and picked him up, knowing he was much far into
the euphoria to struggle with more than a feeble humping. She deposited him
in the crib, and locked each appendage as before, like an X to the sides of
the crib. She reached down and attached two small and soft nipple clips to
his young chest, and petted his head when he mewled in pain. It quickly
subsided to an ache that made him blush again.

 She kissed him on the forehead before closing and locking the top of the
crib, and running another wire from the remote to a wall socket; that thing
was never going to stop until it was turned off. She then turned on a
baby's mobile above his head. He watched the shapes spin, almost
hallucinating in joy, and his mother turned off the lights and closed the
door. The mobile and the massager glowed in the dark through his diaper, as
did the nipple clips.

He saw the stars of every galaxy as he obtained a climax so powerful that
he slid the crib 2 feet to the left with his writhing and only noticed the
passage of time by the temperature of the excess cum: when he started, it
was only just pouring in and warm. Some unknown time later, it was now a
large puddle, freezing cold, and the small amount higher on his chest were
completely dry.