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Authors name: Hansel (colmandj.freeserve.co.uk)
Story title : W.A.R.M. Facility, The - Chapter 4
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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 4 - 'So you want to be a nurser?'
Elsewhere in the W.A.R.M Facility, the day had been an
interesting one. Earlier that afternoon Mandy Sutton had
attended for a second interview for the vacancy of
'trainee nurse.'
She had arrived promptly at 3 o'clock, and sat waiting
in the small reception area outside Matron's offices.
She was not kept waiting long. "Miss Sutton?" Matron's
door swung open, and her secretary, Alice Morton,
ushered the girl inside, noting with approval her
rounded, prominent breasts, thrusting against her coat.
Mandy, for her part, was stunned by the awe-inspiring Ms
Morton. She guessed the blonde's age to be about 40, and
her height to be over six feet! As she was led into the
inner office, she was conscious of the secretary's
massive boobs, bobbing at eye-level next to her,
constrained beneath a white blouse by a big, black bra.
"Give me your coat," Ms Morton said, indicating a com-
fortable looking, padded, high backed chair before a
large, mahogany desk. "Matron will be here shortly,
please be seated."
Mandy allowed the busty secretary to help her out of her
coat, noticing how Ms Morton managed to touch her
breasts no less than four times, bringing her nipples to
life in the process. She sat down, feeling very
apprehensive, and Ms Morton took a seat at the left end
of the big desk, crossing her nyloned legs noisily and
taking deep breaths to emphasise her already formidable
bustline.
Mandy looked over at her, and immediately wished she
hadn't. Somehow three of the blouse buttons had come
undone, and Alice Morton's brassiere was now visible,
along with several inches of bulging breast. Alice
looked back at the girl over her spec-tacles, pretending
to arrange some papers on the desk, spotting her aroused
nipples immediately. This was going to be a most
enjoyable interview, she thought lustily.
The office door opened at that point, and in bustled
Matron, her dark blue tunic top liberally spattered with
something, streaks of some kind of sticky sub-stance.
"Please excuse this mess," she smiled at Mandy, "this is
a working facility, and one of our young residents is
particularly productive." Matron started to unbutton her
top. "You don't mind if I change, before we begin?"
Mandy stared in disbelief as the amply endowed head
nurse removed her uniform, revealing her industrial
strength brassiere, fully loaded with what must have
been the two biggest, heaviest breasts Mandy had ever
seen. She quickly retrieved a freshly-laundered tunic
from a drawer, and stepped into it, her heavy artillery
pointing fully at Mandy as she did so.
"There, that's much better." Matron sat at her desk,
zipping up the uniform as she spoke again. "Welcome to
the W.A.R.M. Facility, Miss Sutton. I'm Matron Kline,
and this is my secretary, Alice." Mandy was, by this
point, feeling somewhat overawed.
She had always felt that her own breasts were somewhat
large, but the two women sat before her made her feel
like a little girl again. Ms Morton had somehow
contrived to slip two further buttons, although Matron
seemed not to notice. Her own, gigantic, pointed breasts
seemed to stick out over her desk for an incredible
distance.
"Miss Sutton?" Mandy jumped as Matron spoke her name
again, making her boobs jiggle deliciously within their
satin harness. She felt her nipples harden further from
the friction.
"S-sorry, Matron," the girl stammered, "I am feeling
very nervous."
"There's no reason to be, child," said Matron, "Sister
Johnston was very impressed with your CV, and I can tell
you that of over forty applicants you are one of only
four to be short-listed."Matron didn't say that the main
reasons she had been picked were packed into her 36DD
pink satin bra.
Mandy heard a rustle and glanced across to Ms Sutton
once more, and saw that her blouse was now fully
unfastened and outside her skirt, hanging straight down
from the peaks of her bra-clad breasts. Her heart began
to beat faster. Matron watched the interplay between her
secretary and the girl, the latest in a long line of
such interviews, and felt, like Ms Morton, that this was
going to be a productive afternoon. "So, you want to be
a trainee nurser?"
"I'm sorry?" said Mandy, her attention drawn once more
to the monstrously proportioned Ms Morton, who had now
abandoned her blouse completely. It lay on the floor
behind her chair, and the secretary was busy stroking
the huge, shiny cups of her brassiere, both hands
sliding towards each other underneath her bosoms,
lifting, jiggling, jouncing those two mountainous
mammaries.
"I said, so you want to be a nurser?" Matron pretended
mild annoyance, knowing only too well what was really
preoccupying the young girl before her.
"N-n-nurser?" Mandy tore her eyes away from the two
black, shimmering jugs. "Wh-what's a nurser?"
"Well, you applied for the job, and your Curriculum
Vitae indicates that you are qualified to do it, what do
you mean, what's a nurser?" returned Matron, smiling to
herself.
"Excuse me, but the ad said 'trainee nurse', not
'trainee nurser', and I'm not sure I understand the
difference," finished Mandy, rather weakly.
"Well if it did it was a misprint, and anyway, you
appear to be perfect for the position." Matron dismissed
her question, knowing full well that the 'misprint' was
deliberate. She rose from her chair, feeling the time
was right for some 'in depth' interviewing.
"Why has Ms Morton removed her blouse?" said Mandy,
common sense returning briefly to her rapidly clouding
reason.
"It's just so warm in here, don't you think?" said the
secretary by way of explanation, still working her big
breasts.
Matron moved around the desk, her eyes never leaving
Mandy's. "Do you know what we do here at the Facility,
Miss Sutton?" She reached the side of the girl's chair,
and sat on the arm, her cantilevered bust hovering over
Mandy's head.
"Some sort of hospice?" asked Mandy, only too aware of
the immense buttress of Matron's bust above her, and
becoming aware, for the first time, of the heady aroma
of rubber coming from the Matron.
"No, my child," said Matron, laughing gently and resting
her hand ever so lightly on Mandy's shoulder, over the
ridge of her bra-strap. As she was not forthcoming with
any further details, Mandy ventured a second guess.
"Is it a clinic?" she ventured hopefully, as she felt
Matron's fingers begin a very slow, feather light
massage of her shoulder.
"I think it's time I put the record straight." murmured
Matron, shaking her head and shifting imperceptibly
until the latex bodice of her tunic was resting on top
of Mandy's head. Her dancing fingers noted a relaxing of
tension within Mandy's body, as they continued their
devilish manipulations.
"We harvest a product which is in great demand all over
the world. Have you perhaps wondered what the letters
W.A.R.M. stand for?"
Mandy was now feeling more and more aroused, from the
rubber smell exuding from Matron, from the secretary's
increasingly frenzied manipulation of her massive
breasts, from Matron's heavy bosoms moving liquidly on
her head, but mostly from the insistent, relaxing
massage of her spine and upper back.
"I... I had wondered..." sighed Mandy, arching her back
luxuriously, "perhaps you would explain..." Alice Morton
arose from her seat at this point, and oozed around the
desk to take up station on the other arm of Mandy's
chair. Alice began to work the muscles on the other side
of Mandy's neck and back, and within a few seconds the
girl was writhing deliciously, her body almost ready to
be totally given over to the skilled, experienced hands
of her 'interviewers'.
"Of course I'll explain, my child," cooed the Matron,
feeling her own massive nipples begin their journey to
full erection.
"Firstly, W is for Wetnurse. Every member of the
facility's staff is female, and is fully and permanently
milk-producing. The reasons for this are various, and
will be explained to you if you are found suitable for
the position. Next, the A is for Ample. You will have
noticed that all the staff are very big-busted, and
again the reasons are complex. The R is for Rubber, and
once more there are a number of reasons for this.
Finally, and most im-portantly, the letter M is for
Masturbatrix - the reason for our existence as a
facility."
Mandy was listening to what was being said, hearing the
words and accepting them, finding nothing unusual. The
subliminal messages to which young Timmy was being
subjected were not limited to just the 'residents' - oh,
dear me no. After about twenty minutes Mandy Sutton was
ready for Matron to continue with her indoctrination.
"It's a pity your breasts are so underdeveloped," said
Matron, bringing her free hand up and brushing the
fingertips against Mandy's jutting nipple, in-dicating
that Alice should do the same with the other big breast,
"but we can remedy that with a series of injections to
promote tissue growth, and indeed we can incorporate the
lactulose hormone to fill them up with creamy milk at
the same time!"
Matron and her secretary then busied themselves with
getting inside Mandy's blouse and brassiere, and spent a
further hour and a half brainwashing the girl into
believing that her breasts were non-existent, that they
would be so much better if they were huge, that they
would be so much better still filled with an endless
supply of milk, and of course that they would be
finished to perfection once they were wrapped in firm
latex rubber!
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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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