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Archive name: warm4.txt (F+/b, inc, nc, mc, ped)
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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