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Authors name: Hansel (colmandj.freeserve.co.uk)
Story title : W.A.R.M. Facility, The - Chapter 1
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The W.A.R.M. Facility (F+/b, inc, nc, mc, ped)
by Hansel (colmandj.freeserve.co.uk)
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A young orphan boy is lost, then 'rescued' by busty
Nurses at a most unusual clinic. Several chapters
completed, more on the way
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Chapter 1 - Little Boy Blue
Once upon a time there was a young boy called Timmy.
Timmy was very unhappy, because he was lost, all alone
in a strange place, and it was dark. He had been left
behind at the K-mart when the orphanage bus pulled out,
and had set off in what he thought was the right
direction, but after a couple of hours of walking he was
close to panic. Then, through the trees, he thought he
could see a light ahead.
Quickening his pace he moved towards the light, and
suddenly the trail he'd been following opened into a
clearing, in the middle of which stood a large single
story building. He stumbled towards the source of the
light, a single street lamp which illuminated the entire
area in front of the entrance. Climbing the three steps
to the door he hit the bell push, slumping against the
doorjamb in relief at having found civilization.
He looked around him as he waited, noticing for the
first time the large sign beside the front path.
'W.A.R.M. FACILITY' it said, whatever that meant. He
heard footsteps coming towards the door and turned as it
opened. "Why, what have we here?" A pleasant voice
crooned, a big soft hand snaking down and cupping his
cheek.
"Please ma'am, I'm lost," said Timmy, in a small voice,
looking up, way up to where he could just make out the
kind features of his 'rescuer' part hidden as they were
behind her massive, towering bust.
"Well, you just come inside and tell Nurse Jenny all
about it, young man, and don't you worry any more." She
quickly ushered him inside, casting searching glances
all around to make sure he was alone.
Timmy let himself be led down a long corridor, his hand
gently but firmly held in hers. He felt so glad that the
darkness was gone, that the night sounds were left
behind outside, that this kind lady was going to make
sure he was OK.
As they walked she asked him questions. "What's your
name, baby?"
"Timmy," he replied, clutching her hand more tightly.
"And how old are you, little Timmy?"
"I'm eleven, ma'am," he said, feeling her hand return
his friendly pressure.
Timmy couldn't help noticing the way she was dressed:
her nurse's uniform seemed to shine, and it was
certainly very tight, stretching across her full body,
especially over the mountains of her chest. It seemed to
make strange squeaking, slithering noises as she walked,
and he felt a strange stirring between his legs as he
saw gaps appear between the buttons at the front showing
flashes of a white garment beneath. He didn't know it
was a brassiere, (and a very big, strong one, at that)
in fact he didn't know very much about women at all,
having spent nine of his eleven years at the State Boy's
Orphanage which didn't even have a TV.
"How did you come to be walking all the way out here,
baby boy?" she cooed, the action of her walking rubbing
his hand against her slick thigh.
He explained his separation from the rest of the boys
from the orphanage, and how the bus had gone without
him, and left him alone.... he started to cry at that
point, explaining between sniffles that he had no-one in
the whole wide world.
Jenny Hunt couldn't believe her good fortune.... a young
boy, with no relatives, had just fallen into their
hands! Smothering her jubilation with some difficulty,
she became the soul of motherly concern and care once
more, extending her heart to this lonely, lost little
boy.
"Don't you worry, baby, you can stay here as long as you
like, Nurse Jenny and her friends are here for you." She
stopped walking, stroked his hair, and hugged him into
her, ensuring that his little nose found it's way
between two of the overworked buttons on her tunic, then
pulled a little harder until it met the sweet smelling
flesh of her cleavage.
Timmy gradually stopped sobbing, comforted by the
strange feel of a woman's soft, full body, and breathed
more deeply, drinking in the heady perfume which welled
up at him from Nurse Jenny's bosom. A second, more
subtle scent was mixed with it which he couldn't
recognise at first, then he realised what it was....
rubber! Her tunic was made of some kind of thin rubber!
As she cuddled him she was swaying gently, rocking him,
holding his head, her huge bra-clad breasts acting as a
retaining clamp as she swayed.
"Are you hungry, baby Timmy?" she asked as last, lifting
his face and staring down at him through the canyon of
her cleavage.
Timmy nodded, partly anaesthetised by the strong
perfume, and again offered no resistance as she led him
further into the building. They entered a small,
comfortably room, and Nurse Jenny sat him down, pushed a
pile of magazines towards him, and handed him a TV
remote.
She leaned over him to plump up his cushions, and made
sure her huge rubber-covered bosoms slithered
continuously across his face as she did so. When she
figured she had him bemused enough with her 'accidental'
facial massage, she stood up, and smiled.
"I'm going to make some enquiries now Timmy, to try and
find out what to do with you. You make yourself
comfortable, someone will bring you a nice warm drink in
a little while." She smiled, pulling her tunic down
tighter still over her now erect nipples. "You read a
mag, or watch a movie: I'll see you later!" Timmy was
close to panic again as his newfound friend disappeared.
Continued...
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form.
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