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Authors name: Hansel (colmandj.freeserve.co.uk)
Story title : W.A.R.M. Facility, The - Chapter 2
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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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Chapter 2 - The Waiting Room
Looking around, his glance fell on the magazine on top
of the pile next to him. His panic disappeared as he saw
what kind of magazine it was. Two huge breasts stared
back at him from the glossy cover, and he picked it up,
flicking through past page after page of the same. Big
breasts with erect nipples, in every kind of pose, but
always being thrust forward for the reader's delight.
Timmy felt another odd twitch between his legs, and
stirred uncomfortably. A quick scan through a second mag
revealed more of the same, but this time there were two
big-busted women in most of the pictures, and with an
increasing feeling of strangeness Timmy saw they were
busily pulling or sucking on each other's nipples!
Timmy felt a hot flush rise in his cheeks, and looked
down as his hardening penis bumped again the remote
control box in his lap. Now Timmy had never had a proper
erection before, and hadn't the slightest idea what it
was, what it meant, or what to do with it.
This of course was exactly what Nurse Jenny had planned
would happen to the boy. She had indeed started to plan
what to do with the boy, but her plans did not include
sending him back to the State Home. Dear me, no. Nurse
Jenny was at that moment discussing her 'find' with her
delighted colleagues, and within a very few minutes they
were formulating a very comprehensive plan for little
Timmy's future.
Meanwhile, Timmy was investigating the TV remote
control. It was the first one he had ever seen, but it
seemed straightforward enough. Trying to ignore the
tightness and discomfort in his pants, he pressed
various buttons, until by chance he pointed it in the
right direction and the TV lit up.
Further button pushing followed, and inevitably Timmy
finally hit 'play', which brought the video player to
life. Brief 'snow' was followed by a hand-written title:
"Lactating Nympho Nurses", then the screen showed a
hospital ward scene, with three buxom, tightly dressed
nurses fussing around a patient's bed. Timmy didn't
understand the title, but soon got a pretty good idea of
what it meant. The occupant of the bed was swathed in
bandages but otherwise seemed a very healthy young man.
The young nurses, however, were treating him as if he
were extremely ill. They were very attentive, taking the
man's temperature, checking his pulse every few minutes,
wiping his forehead, plumping up his pillows, helping
him with his drink and generally doing nurse things, and
Timmy noticed that each time one of them was facing the
camera the zipper on her candystripe dress was exposing
more and more of the tightly packed mammaries within!
Poor Timmy didn't know where to look. The soundtrack
must have been of particularly good quality, as Timmy
could clearly hear the zippers sliding down, and the
breathing of the patient becoming heavier! What he could
not hear, however, was the message beneath the audible
soundtrack, the incessant, subliminal instructions which
would soon be such a key part of his 'education'.
While Timmy was staring open-mouthed at the fantasy
unfolding on the TV screen, his subconscious was being
bombarded. Very specific areas of his mind were
targeted, each one receiving explicit directions which
would make Timmy's 'care' easier to administer. The
message started simply enough with comforting, soothing
sounds, gradually replaced by single word suggestions,
'trust' 'nurse' 'kind' 'help' and others, repeated until
Timmy's mind, like a clear blackboard, was ready for the
day's lesson.
As the action on the screen got more intense, so did the
subliminal messaging. Timmy saw the nurses one by one
hoist their heavy boobs out of the confines of their
brassieres, watched them pull their nipples into erect,
inch long pegs, stared as they forced each one into the
mouth of their helpless 'patient', making him suck on
it, until what looked like milk dribbled out of the
corner of his mouth.
As he watched the lust-crazed ladies on screen, the
messages he received grew in intensity. 'Nurses are
your friends. Breasts are your friends. Nurses breasts
are your friends.'
These messaged were repeated over and over again as the
action continued unabated, with more and more milk being
pumped into the poor man in the hospital bed. Second and
third messages were added to the subtle instructions.
'Bigger breasts are better breasts, help your friends to
grow their breasts whenever you can' was soon joined by
'swollen cocks need to be frequently pumped by your
friends.'
Timmy was really confused. He didn't know why the nurses
were making the man drink from their long, hard,
nipples, but he knew that watching them do it made him
feel contented and.... something else. He knew what a
cock was. He also knew he had a swollen one, and that it
was so swollen it was throbbing.
He did not know why, or indeed how, it needed to be
pumped, but was beginning to feel that it should be,
somehow. As the short movie ended, with all four cast
members writhing together in a milk-splattered orgy, a
young, red-haired lady entered the room....
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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