The Nexus Facility Part One

Hi Studs and Sluts,

Hopefully you will enjoy this new story. 

I am doing some worldbuilding - this spinoff series will enhance the SFS universe and introduce some new characters and situations. 

I hope you like it... it's pretty different...

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‘Vixxxen I'm drowning. I'm up to my eyeballs here. Do you have any idea how big this place is now? Do I have any idea how huge this facility is? and it's all down to me? l little old me. Muggins. When I took this job I thought I would be working at the cutting edge of enhancement technology. What have I got? Wards and wards full of these people! That just isn't any room. Yes… yes… I know… I know! I mean we need to build an extension to the ward. We need a whole new wing! We need massive investment just to keep operating at the same rate. I am begging you to send someone, anyone just to help out for the shortest amount of time. It's not that I don't like it here, I love this job, I even love breaking out the mop and bucket and you know what that means. But I just can't keep doing it all in my own…’

Brooke Fucke tapped an immaculate fingernail against the desk in her office.

‘If anyone found out about this place it would look pretty terrible. No… no... That isn't a threat, that's just a statement of fact. Absolutely. Vixxxen, I would never ever publicly discuss anything to do with the Nexus facility. Come on! OK, ok. Calm down. I'm just a little frazzled. Look come on, every few weeks the Limousine pulls up out front, and you and you drop another guy off. We don't have room to give these guys their own rooms anymore. So I’m down to shoving them all in the same Ward. That's all I'm saying. We're at maximum capacity. All I'm asking is please send me some help. You must have somebody you can send?’

Dr Fucke listened. A perfect, arched eyebrow raised.

‘OK, well that sounds promising. A new supply teacher? And he's good? Oh, really good? Really really good? Oh, that's good. Well that… that is good. Well, Vixxxen that is promising, but I have to say, know my feelings on this, I've seen it all before, a new supply teacher arrives at the school, he get started on the stuff, your stuff… he gets big, he gets bigger, everyone falls in love with him, and then boom! Two weeks later it's all too much for them and they get bundled into the limo and they end up here. And I have to deal with them.’

Dr Fucke ran a moist tongue along perfect plump bimbo lips.

‘Look, baby, you know just how high I hold you in esteem. Everyone knows you're a fucking genius. You cracked it. When no one else could. And believe me, you've got the undying love of every whore I ever met in this business. We worship you, babes! But until you stabilize the enhancement serum into something that doesn't make men's brains turn into goo all that will happen is that the Nexus facility, already full to bursting, WILL BURST. And that will be messy. That will be very, very, very messy. It will take more, much more, than a mop and bucket. So I know things are tight, but please do me a Little Kindness here. Just send me a little bit of help. For your old pal. Alright honey. Kisses. Just call me professor Fuckey.’

Professor Brooke Fucke put the phone down and signed. She and Dr Vixxxen Sinclair went way back. In fact they had shared a room together at university. An eye-opening time. It was Vixxxen that had patented the male growth and sperm production enhancement serum. And it was Vixxxen that had parlayed that wondrous invention into a research project with the school. And for a while it was all fun and games. Huge cocks were after all part of the school’s appeal. Huge cocks were its raison d’etre.

That was before the enhancement serum was fully proven. Actually, side effects slowly became evident. Side effects which were variable. Doctors Sinclair's formula succeeded comparably well in terms of generating hyperspermia and prodigious penile growth. But it was never going to get put on the market or released into the wild until the kinks could be ironed out.

There were kinks, and not just the fun kind.

It turned out that the one thing Vixxxen Sinclair was uncommonly good was making goo. The serum made goo, of course. The serum made the male member pump gallons of Goo. However, repeat exposure also appeared to have a degenerative effect on the brain. In fact, in some cases, the serum turned the brain itself to figurative goo, if not outright literal jelly.

And this was not good. One minute you pumping spunk like a champ, the next you were in a wheelchair and being fed through a tube.

The fun part was that none of the male members of staff working at the school actually knew this information. In fact, 90% of all males exposed to Dr Vixxxen's enhancement serum reported no Ill effects whatsoever. They took a role at the school, they added between six, ten, and sometimes more inches to their appendage, turning them all into horse hung studs. They worked in a hot bed of cock hungry sized Queen bimbo fuckdolls, some staff, some students. They enjoy the ultimate male fantasy and knew no negatives. Their lives were blessed.

But there were a few unfortunates who came a cropper. It was impossible to predict which of the new young members of staff would become susceptible to the serum’s regrettable side effects. Dr Sinclair was busily employed burning the candle at both ends attempting to find the root cause of the difficulty. She spent her days toiling at the LUVVIT facility which adjoined the school’s grounds. These days she was rarely seen on campus, it was thought she took little time in self-pleasure, working on the hours she could to produce a stable male enhancement serum. So far, no success.

Those unfortunate men that suffered side effects always followed a similar pattern. They arrived at the school as a substitute teacher, met the secretary at the school desk, met miss Taylor, and got the bums rush to do a day’s supply teaching. No warning, no prep, just teach this class.

Whereupon, they were dosed, and set loose in to the school, thrown to the wolves as a thousand carnivorous teenage bimbo sex pot sluts had their way with them. Most freaked out but soon got used to it. Naturals acclimatized. No one ever turned the gig down. After a week or two of probation, most were offered full-time jobs and set about making the student body happy. Many successful careers had been launched this way.

But for some of what doctor Sinclair called ‘runoff’, there was nothing to look forward to other than a rapid decline in cognition and motor functions that meant that they had to be scraped up from the floor. Sometimes the rather an edifying spectacle happened right in front of class and interrupted important pedagogical moments. This was far from Ideal.

Everyone loved a big dick swinging around the classroom, but there was such a thing called health and safety.

All female members of staff knew, and many female students. It was a secret from the male members of the Faculty, all of whom were enjoying the delights of Primrose path. Stories were manufactured about expensive teaching exchange assignments, exotic sabbatical provision, early retirement, new jobs elsewhere… anything to sustain the illusion that one in ten male members of staff's brains weren’t exploding.

It was working so far, but it could only go on for so long.

The problem was where to put all these people. A solution was found. The Nexus facility. Situated a few miles off site, the Nexus facility was constructed to house the invalids that Vixxxen’s formula inevitably created. No one was especially happy about it, but it would have to do as a half measure until doctor Sinclair figured things out.

That was when Dr Sinclair had given her own old friend Brooke Fucke a call. Was there some way, that she would be kind enough to take a job as the head nurse of the Nexus facility?

Herewith, Brooke came to the rescue of her old friend, and turned down a lucrative contract with a porn company to fulfil her calling. Giving in nature and community-minded, Brooke jumped at the chance of doing something socially useful with their old college friend. At first she had been lined up for the role of school nurse, but an irritating trollop - and airheaded one at that - had just trumped her at the final interview. With Felicity Pennyweather installed as the school nurse, Brooke found herself at the Nexus facility instead.

She was short-handed but rolled her sleeves up. At first she was a little surprised. Every month or so a male member of staff's brain would pop and she would receive a new customer.

Effectively the Nexus facility was a nursing home.

However, it was nursing home for virile serum-addled monster cocked freaks with limited brain capacity.

Dr Brooke dryly quipped to Vixxxen that there was little difference between her goo-brained charges and between ordinary human males whenever she was around. She had that effect on men.

Brooke’s stunning physique was sublimely perfect, and she herself knew that she had the kind of body and sexual allure characteristic of all of the top teachers in the school. Tanned, with shiny black hair cut in a fringe, an array of exciting tattoos, humongous, colossally inflated breasts the size of watermelons, a ripped, fitness goddess torso, luscious round hips and a booty with twin round globes of smooth golden gleaming flesh the size of footballs. She was a vision. She fucked.

She had bonafide medical training. She was a slut. There were perks.

You could unkindly suggest that in appointing doctor Fucke the school’s administration had put the fox in charge of the hen house. Unkind or not, that would be an entirely accurate suggestion.

A full-time cock whore, total slut and bimbo fuck doll, Dr Brooke Fucke found herself the proverbial kid in the candy store. First it had been easy. She was in an elegant country house equipped with state-of-the medical equipment and all she had to do was look after five non-responsive but altogether ridiculously hung vegetative ex teachers. They needed to be fed, they needed to be bathed. There was even scope for some gentle attempts at remedial treatment and rejuvenation. They were not all totally brain dead or incapable. Quite often their motor functions were impaired rather than wholly inoperative. Some could make attempts at basic communication, although holding a conversation was sadly beyond their capacity. In general, they had slack jawed faces and inexpressive eyes. They lolled.

Most of all, they needed their balls emptied. Constantly. Brooke was in a permanent and never-ending ordeal to expunge the gunge of these poor men. Thankfully, she in fact, she loved it. She took a bucket with her on her morning rounds. Stroke, stroke stroke. Suck, suck, suck.

It was all go.

Brooke had the enthusiasm of even the most hyper sexual teenage fuckdoll student in the school, rivalling Sanddy Sexton or Candi Hart, or even, on her day, Diamond Gazongas. She had the know-how of a cheap street whore, and the virtuous good heart of Florence Nightingale.

Proper tart with a heart stuff.

But that was when they were five patients. Before long that number doubled, and at twenty patients she was more often than not rushed off her feet. At that point the school had had to construct a ward rather than keep the unfortunate patients in their own rooms. And then another ward. And then an annex.

It was getting too much for one woman.

Brooke tapped her nails on the desk and stared vacantly over the lawn. She thought about the new teacher that Vixxxen had described over the phone. What was his name? Something white? Vixxxen had sounded quite breathless when telling Brooke which was uncharacteristic of the horny doctor. Perhaps this new one would break the mould. Perhaps even there was something about this one that would help Vixxxen yield an answer to her predicament.

But at the back of her mind Brooke really doubted this. Her working life was a constant reminder that the serum was powerful and unpredictable. She wondered how long it would be before she herself would meet Mr White, except in rather reduced circumstances. Quite often wonderboys ended up under her care. They spent their lives insensible having their gigantic penises expertly milked. Brooke didn't mind that but she sometimes craved for a deeper human connection than wiping the drool from their mouths.

In a side note, Brooke also found her mind turning to the hushed stories of the strange and unusual new project that Vixxxen was working on. She had caught wind of this on a girl’s night with Vixxxen who had uncharacteristically let it slip that an even more secrets facility than her own LUVVIT Institute had been constructed beneath an annexe to the school. All that Brooke knew was that this had been entitled project alpha. Weather it was an attempt to rectify the serum’s increasingly problematic side effects or something else entirely Brooke was not a certain. Vixxxen had named dropped it and then gone silent.

Picking up a bucket, Brooke proceeded to go on her afternoon rounds. The first Ward had 10 invalids under her charge. Pushing open the door, she surveyed the room. There were five on one side and five and another. She smiled and put her hand on her hip, posing suggestively with the bucket in the other hand.

‘Nursie’s here!’

There was a mixture of sounds - mainly drones. They were not unappreciative. It was pretty clear that all the patients could respond to stimuli and knew the bulk of what was going on around them. Ok by her.

There was a low background of cavemen style grunting and subsexual groaning.

Today Brooke was dressed in a vinyl PVC nurses outfit all in white and red accompanied with a white latex doctors coat that flapped behind her. She was wearing her plastic stripper shoes with seven inch heels, shiny skin tight stockings, a white thong emblazoned with a red medical X identical to the one picked out on her white cap and a figure hugging corset. She had oiled up the stockings as well as the red vinyl fingerless elbow length gloves she wore.

‘Who wants to get fucking milked dry boys?’

More groans, and some slick splattering sounds accompanied her statement. Brooke giggled as she saw three or four ropes of semen arc over the ward.

‘That's what I thought’. With a stripper’s walk Brooke swung her hips from side to side as she stopped in front of the first patient. This one was called Peter and was one of her favourite shooters. Peter had been one of the original five patients under her care and she liked to feel that she and he had a rapport. Cognitively, Peter was in relatively good shape and this could be seen by the way that he managed to rise from his wheelchair, dumbly all the while, and stand. Shoulders slumped and arms dangling by his sides, Peter was still able to make his behemoth penis tip up and down and even though he drooled.

This always got Brook’s attention

Brooke knew that the delicious 15 inch column of veiny, man meat was his way up showing his appreciation of her.

‘You want the bucket, Peter?’ Brooke asked.

Peter could move his eyes a little bit, and indicated that he did not in fact want the bucket.

‘Oh, you want the…’ Brooke said, taking her hand away from her hip and pointing at the pair of gigantic tits that projected from her chest. #

‘Okay!’

Setting the bucket down, Brooke unclasped the buckles of her corset, grasped it with both of her hands, and then performatively ripped open the garment. Instantly, Peter’s mouth flapped open and he released a horse and gutteral succession of primitive groans.

At the same time a thick plume of white juice exploded from the tip of his immense penis shooting forcefully from the muscular gleaming, spunk tube. The thick jet of white cream smacked into Brooke’s pair of massive jugs and she gasped as the hot shot of man goo creamed both her tits. Peter continued to grow as his orgasm continued and more than a dozen shots of semen were ejected from his pulsing cum cannon. By the time he had finished Brooke’s monster boobs were completely glazed.

‘Wow’, Brooke said smiling, ‘looks like you've been a little backed up since this morning!’

It was her second round of the day.

Cum was dripping from her hooters.

She turned to the rest of the room,

‘who's next? Bucket or no bucket?’

When it was finished, Brooke didn’t need the bucket at all. She had needed a shower.

Dripping with semen, going through the foyer for the bathroom, Brooke was leaving a clear trail of cum behind her that was almost like a snail.

She only had her pvc cap and the gloves and stockings on.

Absolutely plastered in cum.

‘Excuse me,’ a voice came from the front door.

Brooke turned.

‘I’ve come about the job.’