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Facility (F+/b, inc, nc, mc, ped) by Hansel (colmandj.freeserve.co.uk) *** 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... ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ 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