Bonnie to Me
mc; mg; mdom; mast; preg
Kevin Cabot had been handed control of Bonnie Serph. He was a thirteen-year-old pop singer working his way up the charts from his base in LA. She was the ten-year-old cute singing sensation from Cornwall who had won a television talent show a couple years before. They were going to be doing a duet album at the behest of his label, Babycakes, in a month or so.
He knew what he was supposed to do. They'd trained him well with the controls. By the time Bonnie got to LAX, she'd be ready to become a Babycakes girl. Time was an issue though, especially the difference in their time zones. When she woke up at seven in the morning to get ready for school, it was eleven at night in LA. When she got off school at three, it was seven A.M., an hour before he had to leave for school. That pretty much left the weekends and maybe that hour before he had to leave for school. Tonight, though, he was trying to implement change, so he was doing a short call over Skype to greet her in the morning before she left for school.
He'd called her before on Skype, but this was the first time he was going to do so with the plugin that Babycakes had given him. He clicked on the link they'd set up on his PC and waited for Bonnie to answer.
Bonnie was in the kitchen finishing her breakfast when she answered. She was already dressed in her school uniform, eating some type of porridge if Kevin was any judge. "Good Morning Kevin," she said.
"Good Morning Bonnie," Kevin said, clicking a control button on his computer. "It's actually eleven at night here, but I thought I'd catch you before I went to bed to see if you're available for an hour after school, four your time, to go over a list of possible songs. We may be able to sight read the music when we get it, but the back-up band wants to practice before hand."
"Okay, I think I can make that call," Bonnie said. "Have a good night's sleep."
"I will," Kevin said. "Bye." He disconnected the call and began to wonder how long it would take her to be affected by the change he'd just made to her. In particular, where her panties would end up left behind.
Bonnie sat in class, squirming a bit in her very uncomfortable panties. She'd never felt this way before about her panties, but she didn't want to wear them, not with the way they seemed to be so tight and confining on her.
"Miss Serph, if you need to go to the toilet, stop squirming and ask," her teacher suddenly said.
"May I?" Bonnie replied.
"You may," her teacher replied.
Bonnie got up and headed to the girls' toilet. Entering the room, she lifted her skirt and remove her uncomfortable panties before she went to pee. As she walked back to class, she dropped her panties. She didn't need to wear them anymore. It felt better to have nothing against her pussy under her skirt.
When Bonnie called Kevin after school, she did so having discarded her school uniform. She usually would have removed her school uniform and put on a pair of jeans and t-shirt. Instead she just put on a short dress that came half way down to her knees.
As they discussed various songs to sing, Kevin sent signals that had her lifting her dress to show that she wasn't wearing anything under it.
It was a few days before Kevin decided to do something else to Bonnie. He made the changes to her in the now regular morning call before she went to school Monday.
Bonnie found herself lifting her skirt as she sat in class, then letting her free hand go down to feel her pussy. It felt good and she couldn't stop. By the time she finished her first class, she was barely able to stop herself from moaning. Her second class was Science with Mrs. Hemphill, and the moment she resumed her stroking of her pussy in that class she wasn't able to stop from making a sound.
"Miss Serph, come to the front of the class," Mrs. Hemphill said, interrupting Bonnie's stroking under her skirt.
Bonnie obeyed, not letting her skirt drop back down to cover her otherwise naked pussy.
"Miss Serph, is your skirt giving you trouble? Would you prefer not to be wearing it?"
"Yes ma'am," Bonnie said.
"Then off it goes," Mrs. Hemphill said, reaching over and pulling Bonnie's skirt off. "You know, I really didn't think that your label could do this to you. Oh well, we shall see how it goes. Return to your seat."
Bonnie returned to her seat, and sat down with her bare bottom now on the cold steel of her chair. It did not stop her from returning to feel her naked pussy. She had to wonder a bit, though, what was her label doing to her? And what was a label anyway?
Kevin knew that Bonnie would be different when she called him after school. Spending the day feeling her pussy and losing her uniform skirt had to affect her. So he wasn't too surprised when she opened the call wearing just a Beatles Abby Road t-shirt.
"Kevin, what's my label?" she asked. "My teacher said that it was doing something to be and I want to know what it is, and what it's doing."
Kevin replied without missing a beat, having been expecting that question, though not so soon. "Your label is a way to refer to the company that's putting out your music," he said. "And they're just making sure that you're as good as the other singers they signed."
"Oh. Okay," Bonnie accepted before they went on to other subjects.
The very next morning, Kevin activated another change to Bonnie, starting a daily change to her in school.
Her shoes were so uncomfortable. Bonnie really didn't want to wear them. Several times during her morning classes, she'd nearly pushed them off. Finally when she was in the cafeteria eating her lunch, with her naked pussy leaving signs of her presence on the bench, she kicked off her shoes. Bonnie returned to class in her stocking feet, only clothed with her blouse, tie, and socks.
Wednesday it was her socks that Bonnie couldn't stand wearing. First her right sock was lost in Music, then her left in Gym, leaving her only attired in her blouse and tie.
Nothing happened Thursday, unless you counted the massive orgasm that she'd given herself during Math. Everyone could smell Bonnie's arousal the rest of the day.
On Friday, Bonnie found her nipples to be very sensitive. She simply had to unbutton her blouse and push it away from them. Mrs. Hemphill saw that, and called her up front.
"Miss Serph, are you finding it hard to wear your blouse?" her teacher asked.
"Yes Mrs. Hemphill," Bonnie replied. "My blouse feels rough on my nipples."
Mrs. Hemphill pushed her blouse off her left shoulder and examined her just beginning to become developed breast. The teacher touched it, feeling her breast and running a finger across her nipple, causing Bonnie to gasp. "It does seem that they are quite sensitive." She pushed the blouse off Bonnie's right shoulder too, and repeated the examination. Her blouse was only held up by the position of her arms, which did not allow it to slide down further than her elbows.
"Hands by your side," Mrs. Hemphill ordered. Bonnie moved her hands away from her pussy, and her blouse slid down her arms and off her body. "It seems your label wants you to be naked at school. Please keep your tie on, though, so you are at least wearing some of your uniform."
Kevin's morning call was still Bonnie's after school call, but this time Bonnie wasn't calling from her home. She was calling from the Departure Lounge at Heathrow Terminal Three, and Kevin could see the hustle and bustle of suit clad business class passengers behind her. Bonnie wasn't wearing a suit, in fact she was completely naked, as far as he could tell. She didn't seem to be concerned about it either.
"Kevin, it's ten minutes before boarding and I thought I'd call you to tell you that I'm on my way to LA," Bonnie said.
"I can't wait for you to arrive," Kevin said, as he looked at the naked ten-year-old. His computer told him that she would be at her most fertile the day after her arrival. His cock swelled at the thought that he'd be having sex with the girl soon. It was too bad that he had to go to school in half the time she had left.
Bonnie slept through half of the eleven and a half hour flight from London to LA, starting her nap soon after take off. It was only when they had crossed the Atlantic that she woke up and realized that she wasn't wearing anything, having discarded her school tie on the way to the airport. Her hands went to cover her small breasts, and her knees slammed together.
She was seated between her parents in the center of the plane. It was a big plane, with two aisles. There were two seats next to the windows, and three in the center section. Unfortunately they were seated in row nine, right behind the lavatories. Anyone who came back from them in Business Class could see her nakedness, like the old man with a mustache walking back now.
"Just realized she was naked?" the man said conversationally to her father.
"It appears so," her father replied. "Her last bit of stripping was at school today before we boarded."
"Not long enough for it to sink in," the man noted before continuing his way back.
As Bonnie sat embarrassed by her nudity, she recalled how she got that way. First the dropping of her panties, the day after her last period. Then their was her teacher's removal of her skirt after her uncontrollable masturbation in class. She'd kicked off her shoes in the cafeteria, and rolled down and off her socks in music and gym. Then just this morning she'd let Mrs. Hemphill push her uncomfortable uniform blouse off her shoulders and left it behind in front of her whole class.
Hours after she'd done it, Bonnie wondered how she hadn't ended up covering herself as she went back to her seat.
Her uniform tie had been left in the black cab they'd taken to Heathrow. She hadn't realized her complete nudity through terminal three and boarding. Now though, she trembled as she sat between her parents, naked. She looked over at her mother, who was pregnant with what would be her little sister in another three months. Without her clothes, it would be so easy for a boy like Kevin to get her aroused and force his cock inside her. She'd be pregnant before she could say no, if she was even allowed to say no.
"Here, watch this," her father said, handing her laptop over to her, and putting some headphones over her head.
Bonnie trusted her father, and looked down at the screen. She discovered a video of Kevin singing in the shower. As she heard him sing, "My Bonnie Lies Over the Ocean," she found herself relaxing. Her legs no longer pressed together, but spread, revealing her pussy to those that passed. Her hands dropped to the arm rests. By the time the four minute video was over, she had totally forgotten about her nudity again.
Kevin answered the door at a couple minutes past seven to discover a completely naked Bonnie Serph standing on the stoop. All she had with her was a laptop bag. Behind her stood her father. "Hello, Bonnie," he said trying to keep his eyes above the neck while her father was there. He was dressed in what appeared to be a navel uniform of some type that was quite imposing.
"Hi," Bonnie replied nervously.
"Kevin, Bonnie will be staying with you during her time in LA," Mr. Serph said. "I expect you to make her time here in LA very fulfilling. Not to put a fine point on it, but I expect you to make sure she returns to jolly old England in the pudding club."
"Yes sir!" Kevin said, opening up the door further so Bonnie could come in. "Would you like to come in?"
"I'm afraid that Bonnie's mother and I have other business that we need to attend to," Mr. Serph said. "We shall be back to pick her up in two weeks."
Bonnie found herself naked under the covers in Kevin's bed. He was naked too. He kissed her, and she could feel his hard cock against her thigh. One of his hands found her pussy, and began to stroke it. She spread her legs a bit to allow his hand better access to make her pussy feel better, pressing his cock harder against her thigh. He kissed her again, as she felt him dipping into her wetness and moaned.
Her legs spread as Kevin moved in between her, kissing her again. She felt his cock touching, then spreading her pussy. He began to thrust into her, each thrust going deeper inside her. Each thrust sent a wave of pleasure through her body. Her hymen wasn't there to cause her pain with its loss, having been removed without her knowledge. She just had pleasure, growing as he kissed her and buried his cock inside her pussy.
A hard deep thrust pushed their crotches together tightly, as Kevin's cock jerked inside Bonnie's pussy. They broke their kiss and cried out. Their cry of wordless pleasure joined and echoed through the whole house. It woke Kevin's three-year-old sister. It caused Kevin's parents to look up towards his room and smile. A passing police officer, who had seen Bonnie's naked arrival, even heard it as he walked through the alley below Kevin's open window.
Kevin helped Bonnie out of the car when they arrived at the studio. His mother had driven them to the studio for their first duet recording. Bonnie was moving carefully, with Kevin's seed leaking out of her naked body. She had brought no clothes with her from England, and that had left her with absolutely nothing blocking Kevin's cock. He'd filled her eight times since she'd arrived, and sometime today she was going to ovulate.
The label Chief Operating Officer, or the Coo Cho, was in the lobby, waiting for them. She was an Asian-American who had been Babycake's first star when she was nine, twenty-years ago. Her naked body with its once again swelling belly was on display as she approached Kevin and Bonnie. "Kevin, Bonnie, there is going to be a bit of delay, as Ronan and Ariana are finishing up their recording," Cho said. "Perhaps you can take care of Bonnie's needs while you wait, Kevin? She just ovulated."
Kevin knew exactly what Coo Cho was implying. He pulled out his cock and pushed Bonnie against a nearby table. It didn't take long for him to bury his cock in Bonnie's pussy. It felt so good in her, and he managed to last a good twenty minutes before coming inside of her.
His timing was nearly perfect, because he'd just zipped back up his pants when Ronan and Ariana came out of the hallway leading back to the recording rooms. Ronan was a fully dressed thirteen-year-old boy. Ariana was maybe a year older than Bonnie, naked and about six months pregnant. She'd be giving birth right before the summer touring season. Kevin figured that Bonnie would be about as far along as Ariana was now when the summer touring season ended.
"Good recording session, Ronan, Ariana," Coo Cho said. "This is Kevin and Bonnie. They'll be the opening act for the European tour this summer, if all goes well." Coo Cho rubbed her naked belly.
"Really?" Ariana said, taking no notice of the fact that she was about to leave the studio naked. "Ronan and I were last minute fill ins on that tour last year after Noah had her triplets."
"I saw you in the O2," Bonnie admitted, blushing. She didn't just blush on her face, but down to her chest.
"That was my first real big arena," Ariana said. "I was so scared. I'd only been with the label a month. Ronan hadn't even put me in the pudding club yet."
"She was still wearing clothes," Ronan whispered to Kevin. "I got her to drop her last blouse while we were singing that night. Not that they notice they're naked anymore. I don't think even Coo Cho notices, and she helps the run the label."
Kevin looked back at Coo Cho and the girls. He knew that Coo Cho was only just about to turn thirty, and had been a naked singer since she was nine. She had eight girls already, the first of which she had when she was twelve. Now days they had them earlier at the label. In fact her eldest daughter had just had her fourth. A girl was signed, and she pretty much was going to be pregnant within a year, if she could, and there wasn't a great likelihood that the label wouldn't be able to fix that.
There were a lot of duets mating at Babycakes, but there were others, like Noah and her older sister Miley who had their father's – or someone else they didn't sing with's – baby. And they rarely went more than a couple years without having another, usually less. That was the reason why there was a nice soundproof nursery just off the lobby.
Someone brushed by Kevin, and he turned to look. It was Hana, the seven-year-old granddaughter of Coo Cho, who was also signed the label as well as being an actress. She was holding her hand across her mouth as she ran to the bathroom.
"Morning sickness," Coo Cho said. "I promised my eldest I'd watch her, so I better see that she's alright."
Within minutes the lobby was empty, Ronan and Ariana having left the building, Coo Cho having followed her granddaughter into the restroom, and Kevin and Bonnie having went into the recording studio. It was going to be a productive afternoon at Babycakes LA Studios.
"Ping," Kevin's computer alerted him. It had been five days since Bonnie had arrive at Kevin's. At the moment Bonnie was asleep in his bed, recovering from their last round, while Kevin finished his homework. He clicked on the notifications, which appeared to be a report from Bonnie's implant.
The change in her body after the implantation of the fertilized egg had finally gotten strong enough for the implant to inform Kevin that Bonnie was pregnant. If she didn't miscarry, which was possible but very unlikely with the care she was getting, she'd give birth around the beginning of the new year.
He looked back at Bonnie, who had just opened her eyes. It wasn't going to stop him from having sex with her. He tapped a few commands in the control window, having discussed with Ronan what he'd done to Ariana. Bonnie wasn't going to know how she got pregnant either. In fact she'd be late in her pregnancy before she'd even find out that she was, if she did.
Bonnie slept most of the way back to London, still naked between her parents. With all the sex she and Kevin had done, she hadn't gotten as much rest as she should have. Her two weeks in LA had been very productive. She'd recorded three dozen songs, half with Kevin, half solo. Her parents thought it had been fertile for her too, but she didn't quite understand what they meant by that. She was sure she'd find out eventually.
Bonnie ran out of class to the nearest restroom. The naked girl had barely been able to ask for permission as her morning sickness hit again. She wasn't sure what morning sickness was, it apparently was a special phase she was going through. Fortunately this sickness was generally over for her by noon. Otherwise she was sure she wouldn't be able to keep anything down, and she has been really hungry lately.
When Kevin got off the plane he was met by his naked Bonnie. She was fourteen weeks pregnant now, and it was just starting to show on her body, not that she would know what was causing it. They were going to the O2 Arena, where they had a practice run through of the three numbers that they'd be singing as part of the opening act for Justin Cedar on the European Tour for Babycakes.
For the past few weeks they'd been practicing online, but there was nothing like doing it in person. "Ready to sing, Bonnie?" Kevin asked as he held her naked body against his. He kind of wished he was naked as she was, though looking at the weather outside quickly disabused him of the notion. It was pouring down rain out there.
"Yeah, we can practice in the cab, too," Bonnie said.
Yes, they would practice, Kevin decided, but not just singing. It had been way too long since he'd filled her pussy with his cock.
Bonnie waddled a bit as she left the stage in Palau Sant Jordi. Her belly had been growing since she'd started the concert tour, and now, on the last night of the tour, she was having trouble walking normally. She didn't consider that a usual reason for her not being able to walk sexily on stage in the pair of three inch heels that Coo Cho had given her at the beginning of the tour. Of course, the tour's doctor told her that her waddling was expected at this point in her life. He also took away her heels.
She'd enjoyed opening for Justin Cedar, and she was sure that the tour had been why sales of her album with Kevin, and her single of "Sing a Song" had skyrocketed. She had to start school Monday, though, and she was going to miss the tour. Fortunately, she wasn't going to be missing Kevin, as he was moving in with her. Her parents were even going to let him share her bed. She loved when Kevin made love to her in bed, though sometimes he made her really sore doing so.
Her hand rested down on her swollen belly, and she felt something move, fluttering inside her womb. She would have to ask the doctor about that. She trusted the doctor and Kevin to take care of her.
Bonnie held her newborn baby girl in her arms on New Year's Day. She had no idea how it had happened to her. She hadn't even known that she was pregnant until she went into labor. A lot of things had changed for the girl from Cornwall that she didn't know how it had happened to her. Just a year ago she remembered sitting in the very chair she was sitting in now, calling Kevin on Skype for the first time, her hand rubbing a sore spot at the base of her skull. She'd been wearing her full school uniform with the jacket at the time. Her closet had been full of her clothes. Now she never wore clothes, and the closet was half full with Kevin's stuff.
She began to sing a lullaby to her baby. Bonnie had a gold album that she'd done with Kevin, and three number one songs, one of which was a solo. If their next album, which was out tomorrow, went gold, they might get to headline one of the tours this year instead of opening.
Once her baby was asleep, she put her in the crib. She was returning to school tomorrow for the first time since giving birth, and could use a bit of rest. As Bonnie slid back under the covers with Kevin, he reached out to pull her body close. The eleven-year-old mother loved sleeping in Kevin's arms. In fact she loved her life as it was now.
She was not going back to the way it had been. She was a Babycakes Girl now, and those never escaped the label's control.
A beep came from Kevin's computer. It had been almost two years since he'd first taken Bonnie, and they were back in LA now, in their own house. It was a little much for the fifteen-year-old and his just turned twelve-year-old mate, but they had a housekeeper who doubled as a nanny for Atlantis. They'd moved out of the home in Cornwall Bonnie had grown up after her mother had given birth to a set of twins. There just wasn't enough room in that house for Kevin, Bonnie, and Atlantis, not with Bonnie's little sister Mollie and the twins too.
Their house was on Castilian Drive, in Outpost Estates, just north of Hollywood. The block they were on was known as the Babycakes Block, as so many of their singers had houses there. There would be plenty of room for a growing family in the house, which was why Kevin's computer had beeped. Bonnie's implant had just signaled that she was pregnant again. They were headlining their own tour on the Eastern Seaboard, this summer, and the timing meant that Bonnie would be showing the whole time, giving birth the month after it ended.
Kevin smiled. He'd missed watching Bonnie's belly swell, with her having no idea that she was pregnant. It would be fun to see it happen again. He was glad that his label had brought his Bonnie over the ocean to him.
