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Facility (F+/b, inc, nc, mc, ped) by Hansel (colmandj.freeserve.co.uk) *** A young orphan boy is lost, then 'rescued' by busty Nurses at a most unusual clinic. Several chapters completed, more on the way *** 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... ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life in anyway shape or form. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 18