Wade Gets Snu Snued Pt. 01

Wade Gets Snu Snued

Part One

by The Preve

Wade Wilson Created by Wade Wilson

The Author wishes to express his deepest thanks to Wade Wilson for his permission in writing this story.

Kaboom!

"Frack!" Wade swore. The smoking remnants of the tree in front of him, smoldered in the rain. The same rain currently pouring torrents upon his skinny body.

Overall, this hiking trip was not turning out like he'd hoped. It started out well enough; his plan to hike the Western Pacific Trail as a final scouting project, in his gap year before college.

Now it looked like he'd gotten turned around, looking for the youth hostel he'd heard was in the area.

It was supposed to be just outside the small town of Bennington, WA. The locals were helpful enough.

"It's right near the sports training center," said one. "Can't miss it. Take care you avoid the center, though. They're particular 'bout trespassers 'round there." Then he leaned close, with a cocked eyebrow gleam in his eye. "Heard that place's one 'a them secret guv'mint labs. They do weird things there. You be careful."

"Uh, thanks..." Wade offered a tentative smile and scampered away. Yep, one of them. He had no time for weird conspiracies. He needed to find the hostel before those menacing clouds, gathering overhead, unleashed whatever hell they were planning.

Now he was cold, drenched, and lost. The hostel was nowhere to be found, and he'd obviously taken a wrong turn.

I think I better retrace my steps and get back to the road.

The return to the road didn't help matters. Several cars passed, one making it a point to splash him with water as it drove by.

Ultimately the trees cleared, and the road branched. One turn off, Wade noticed, looked to be a driveway.

The driveway led to a cast iron gate, bordered by a high brick wall. Inside the gate, a small cubic structure, Guard post?

It rested on the left side. A security guard was present.

Wade was fairly well-soaked, but he couldn't stop here. However, Maybe the guard can point me to the hostel.

He walked up to the gate and stood outside.

"Hello! Excuse me!"

The guard, busy with his iPhone, looked up, then looked at a screen on a small desk. He put on a poncho and came out of the guard post, approaching Wade, a wary look on his face.

"He looks a bit young," Wade thought.

The guard walked to the gate. Wade realized, with slight shock, the guard was actually a woman. Older than him, still young, and very attractive.

She exuded a military bearing, with a severity that made Wade slightly nervous.

"May I help you, sir?" Her accent sounded northeastern, maybe Boston or Philadelphia.

"Er, um, yes. I'm looking for the Bennington Youth Hostel I heard was in the area. I think I lost my way."

The guard looked him over, thinking.

"Hmmm, I'm still new here, myself. Just started a couple days ago. Look, wait here. I'll call the main building and see if anybody knows."

"Okay, thanks," Wade smiled.

The guard flashed back a brief smile and went back to the guard post. She picked up a phone and pressed a number.

"Mistress, it looks like a new prospect has arrived. A lost hiker. Can you see him at the gate?... Yeah, he does look cute, at least his face does. So, point him to the hostel or bring him in?... Okay."

She went back to Wade, who looked more drenched than ever in his poncho.

"Looks like you're off by about ten miles south, Kid."

"Darn!"

"The head of this facility's cutting you a break, though. She knows it's getting dark, the rain's not going to let up, and you're probably cold. She's inviting you to stay for the night, if you want."

Wade thought. He didn't know this place but another ten mile hike in this rain didn't look inviting. The choice was easy.

"Gee, thanks."

The guard buzzed him in.

"Just keep to the path. It's only a short walk. Ring the door when you reach the house. Someone will let you in."

"Um, okay." Wade smiled and walked down the path.

The guard watched. She didn't really smile. She rarely did so.

Poor kid... or maybe not. The Mistress had her needs, and so did the others. Who knows? The kid might actually have a little fun.

Wade found the walk marginally better than the hike. The sky still poured buckets, and Wade was still soaked, but at least the surroundings were better.

The grounds were manicured, with mowed lawns and sculpted hedges. The spring leaves were fresh on the trees.

The mansion, itself, didn't give off the creepy, haunted Dracula vibes.

It was old, and looked Gilded Age, yes, but Wade saw signs of extensive restoration.

A much more modern building sat square behind it; a glass, metal, and concrete construction. It looked like some sort of research facility or office building.

A sign by the driveway told Wade the building's purpose.

"Edna Thornbush Institute for Athletic Development, Research, and Therapy. Oh."

Even Wade Wilson knew of Edna Thornbush. A woman of her accomplishments could never be kept out of the history books.

A daughter of the Connecticut Thornbushes, Gilded Age giants who traced their ancestry to the Mayflower.

An accomplished athlete who'd medaled at the Berlin Olympics.

A decorated OSS agent who ran one of the most effective Resistance, and intelligence gathering, cells from Paris during World War 2, in spite a hundred thousand franc price on her head.

Her postwar career in the development of sports medicine and therapy for women athletes was groundbreaking.

Wade knew she'd founded a research facility.

I didn't know it was here.

Wade walked up to the door and pressed the buzzer. He waited a few minutes, during which the wind picked up, and seemed especially focused on blowing as much water upon his already cold and drenched body.

So when the door opened, the distracted young scout had to blink twice before his eyes and mind adjusted to the vision before them.

The sight was a woman. The biggest, most extraordinarily endowed vision of femininity he'd ever beheld in all his nineteen years of existence.

The word "big" (a more than inadequate term to describe the woman) didn't just refer to the beige pullover covered giganto-boobs displayed in front of him, but the extraordinarily curvy, but athletic body which supported them.

Wade had to crank his neck back, considerably, to view the face of the woman looking, amused, down at him.

It was a beautiful face, but strong featured. A crown of straight, copper hair, ponytailed, topped it.

Eyes, the color of emeralds, gleamed mischievously at the young scout.

"Hello," she smiled with a husky alto. "I'm Maxine Thornbush, Director of the Institute. You're the young man in need of assistance, I take it."

"Uh," it came out as a squeak. Holy frack! She's so... big!

Maxine Thornbush's "big" did not stem from fat. Wade, in fact, couldn't detect any kind of fat on her.

Her bigness stemmed from her height, Wade estimated past 7', a giant compared to his 5'7", and her extremely broad shoulders, her muscular arms, and the long legs encased in dark blue jeans, to the sizable athletic shoes on her feet.

"Um, you can close your mouth now," she giggled.

"What? Oh! Um, thanks Ma'am. Sorry," Wade smiled back.

"Well, come on in and dry off. We can get you a nice warm meal and a room. You can have a hot shower as well."

"Gee, thanks Ma'am," Wade smiled again.

"Call me Maxine," she said and brought him inside.

The parlor was warm, and well-furnished.

The chairs, sofa, and table were large, to accommodate a woman of Maxine's size.

"Yeah, I know," Maxine said to Wade's gaping jaw. "The Thornbushes were always large, even the men. We had to rely on custom made furniture for comfort. Launched a few brands actually."

She gestured to a wall with hooks and shelves.

"You can leave your shoes, poncho, and backpack over there, and I'll show you to the showers."

Wade perked up; a nice hot shower was just the ticket. He'd planned to shower at the hostel but a shower at the Thornbush Institute, presumably better, looked more attractive.

Maxine led him down a hallway, to a door at the end. Another hallway, actually a passage, lay beyond it.

"This is our new extension to the facility. We built state-of-the-art showers, saunas, and sports therapy, and research areas for our clients and residents."

The end of the passage led into a reception area. Sliding glass doors, opening to a driveway, sat to the right. The reception area looked more like a luxurious hotel parlor.

No one was behind the desk, but Wade caught sounds, laughter and chatter, with a few grunts, and clinking sounds of metal on metal, from a large room to his left.

The room sat behind a translucent wall. The passage leading to it branched left and right. Shadowy forms could be seen behind the wall.

Maxine answered the question on Wade's face.

"Our weight room and athletic development section. Some of the best, most promising come here for training," she showed not a little pride in her voice.

"Oh," said Wade.

"Come."

The shower was big; easily accommodating up to twenty people, extremely modern in design, and gleaming in white tile and polished chrome.

One sizable section was reserved for Jacuzzis and bathtubs, large bathtubs.

"Wow!" the young scout was impressed.

"You can leave your clothes here," Maxine said, pointing to a clothes hamper. "Someone will collect them later. They should be clean, dry, and ready for you in a couple of hours. You can wait in a bathrobe until then. I'll tell the women to use the showers at the opposite end of the facility. You'll be able to have some privacy."

"Gee, thanks Miss Thornbush," Wade beamed.

"My pleasure young man," Maxine smiled. "My parents were strong supporters of the Youth Scouts. My father used to be one himself. 'Always be ready.'"

"'Courage and fortitude,' Ma'am," Wade smiled.

Maxine left while Wade stripped. He'd been a Youth Scout member since eight years old.

"Eleven years," he thought; from Pup to Bear Cub, to Junior, and now Senior Ranger. He was going to miss it. Youth Scouts USA was his life.

He was a Ranger through and through, to the chagrin of some. His shy demeanor, and nice, clean cut personality proved too much for a few. An ex-girlfriend broke up with him for just that reason.

"You're just so... so... nice," she'd told him, with an exasperated voice.

Wade couldn't figure it out then. He told as much to his Aunt Betsy when she asked, exasperated herself, about his doleful moping, after the breakup.

"Look Wade, " she'd said, "you're nice. That's a good thing, and I'm happy you grew up that way. It's just, there are many people out there who don't like nice. They want some edge in people; a little daring, some recklessness, even a little cruelty. Not all but... someone will come along who'll like your brand of nice. In the meantime, don't mope about her. You did nothing wrong. This breakup's on her."

His aunt's words proved comforting. Wade rarely thought of his ex after.

Under the shower, Wade took a few seconds to examine his body. He was skinny, although with muscle tone. He took the Youth Scout Guide about health and exercise seriously. His ex even complimented him on, what she called, "Good skinny."

He suspected one development, kind of ridiculous in hindsight, came from a fit of pique over his niceness, id est dullness.

It happened just a few months before he left for California on his hiking trip.

Sheila Conlon, a friend of his aunt, was giving a class in cosmetics at the local community college. The subject was waxing and hair removal, including a demonstration of electrolysis. She asked for Wade's services as a subject.

Wade was shy, initially, but his aunt suggested he try it. He didn't have much body hair, so the demonstration shouldn't be too painful. Plus, Sheila offered to pay him for his trouble, adding the prospect of a little spending money for his trip.

The whole affair got a little out of hand. Much of it focused on his underarms, forearms, legs, chest, and belly.

Maria, a friend from Wade's art class, suggested, in a non-lewd manner, that Sheila also cover the groin area.

"If we're going to do full body waxes on both sexes, we're going to need to know how to do the naughty areas properly," she said.

Maria didn't exactly wink. Wade knew what she was on about, however. Several months previous, she'd convinced him to let her sketch him in the nude. She knew his secret. Now it looked like she wanted him to reveal it.

It took a promise of a bonus from Sheila to convince Wade to, reluctantly, drop his Speedos.

The class, to their credit, did not wolf whistle. Quite the opposite; the silence deafened, with dropped jaws all around.

Sheila hesitated but then closed her jaw. She demonstrated the techniques of removing pubic hair through waxing and electrolysis, without creating an awkward situation.

He got through it, blushing, and the memory still made his face red. Plus he found a few surreptitious phone numbers slipped in his pants when he dressed, but that incident was past now.

Wade's thoughts, at the moment, were focused on the days ahead.

I'll spend the night here, go to the hostel tomorrow, and hike the trail after.

The hike through California to Oregon had been fun but uneventful, in a good way.

"This is just a small hiccup," he smiled.

Another advantage from the demonstration was he didn't have to shave, making personal grooming much easier.

Sheila did warn me this is what happens with electrolysis, but I get to save money on razors.

He did make sure to get a near bald buzz cut before the trip, but after a few months on the trail, it had grown out into a dark brown mop. Not that he minded.

"I can afford to let it grow out a little by the time I get to Canada," he thought. "This trip is turning out great. I wonder what the next big adventure's going to be?" Wade whistled a tune as he continued to shower.

Maxine, lingering just out of sight, watched the young man in the shower. She licked her lips.

Oh my dear heavens! That a package this hot would fall into our clutches...

She noted the young man's cute looks on first sight at the door. His large brown eyes, snub nose, broad forehead, and narrow chin, all symmetrically placed on an oval-shaped face. Cute as a puppy.

Those attributes, along with his earnest, innocent, demeanor well-fit the Youth Scout aesthetic he projected.

The true surprise emerged when she viewed his nude body; skinny but toned.

"Lithesome," she thought. A pleasant enough view, but the shocker came from his two unexpected gifts.

"Who would think a nice, clean cut young man like him would sport something like that?" she thought on seeing Wade's cock.

It rivaled the best porn stars. Its shape exemplified priapic perfection. It helped immensely that it was situated on a completely hairless groin, allowing an uninhibited view.

The satyric beauty of his penis was rivaled by the young scout's other great asset.

"And I do mean ass," Maxine thought.

A hiney that shamed the best models, male or female. As perfect a bubble ass as she'd ever seen.

"I can't wait to lay my hands on that," she lusted, licking her lips. She hadn't told the young scout the showers were the only ones, of course. Nor did she tell the girls about the new fuck toy to expend their sex drive upon.

It'll be a nice surprise. Some of them like a good cock once in awhile, and this one is an excellent prospect. I just hope they leave enough for me, ha!

****

Wade was nearing the end of his shower when a gaggle of voices suddenly filled the room.

Startled gasps and a, "What the fuck?!" quickly followed.

Wade, rinsed off, cleared the water from his eyes, and slicked back his hair, turning, confused, at the sound. His hand paused, mid-slick, when he saw the source.

Women were in the shower.

Big women, tall women, giant women; women of various shades, from ivory white to ebony black.

All types of hair were represented: straight to curly, short and butch to long waist-length cascades; white blonde, copper red, glossy browns and blacks.

Sizes and appearances were not uniform: all the women rippled with muscles, but some were sleek panther-like Amazons, while others were giant gender-switched Schwarzeneggers.

The women sported two things in common: one, they were all, to a person, bigger and taller than Wade. Two, the women were very, very nude.

So was Wade, as he belatedly remembered.

"Aaaahhhh!" Wade's hands went immediately to that which brought admiration to Maxine's eyes.

Growls, grunts, giggles, snorts, and whispers rumbled from the assembled Amazonian throng surrounding the young scout.

One woman stepped forward, a 6'5" blonde lioness with two tawny cantaloupes.

Wade gasped in shock, Holy Beezers! That's Pamela Handler!

The world's foremost female action star, stuntwoman, and fitness model, sneered down at this cute worm of a man.

Cute and a worm, yes, but damn! That cock! "Who are you kid? And what are you doing in our shower? This is a woman only facility."

"Guh! Guh! Guh! Gulp!" Wade guh-guhed.

"Guh guh guh gulp, that is a strange name," smirked a raven-haired Asian princess with pale peach skin, and E-cup mammaries.

"Maybe he's from the Balkans," smiled an 8'0", 350lb Teutonic Titan with a thick German accent, short black hair, and F-cups the size of bowling balls.

"You better answer Pam's question kid," a 7'2", 285lb, hard bodied Grace Jones lookalike said. "Otherwise we're going to break your ass."

"Er... um... uh... W-W-Wade. Wade W-W-W-Wilson. M-M-M-Miss Thornbush l-l-let m-m-me in. Gee! These women are giants! What is this place?!"

Red-faced Wade's mind stormed with emotions: embarrassment (outside the nude art pose and the hair removal, he'd never allowed himself to be seen naked), fear (giant, muscular, Amazonian women, many of whom gazed down at him like a tasty snack to eat) confusion (Didn't Ms. Thornbush say she was going to send them to the other showers?!).

Finally, a feeling he didn't want to acknowledge, for fear the instrument he was desperately, trying and failing, to conceal would cause him further humiliation.

"Oh! Maxine's given us a play toy," Pamela grinned. "How considerate."

"P-P-P-Play toy?!" the scout gulped.

"Well, I wouldn't exactly say that," Giant "Grace Jones" smiled. "Let's just say this place kind of makes us a little frisky, and a good cock is a good distraction now and then. I'll have to say, yours looks amazingly good."

The assembled Amazons rumbled agreement. The circle of humongous babe flesh drew tighter around the young scout. Wade's large, innocent, brown eyes watched an ever growing sea of boobs, abs, and pussies fill his vision.

He backed away, but the hard tile stopped him, under the shower spray.

"You know," smirked Pam, "it's no use covering that up. We've already seen it, and it's going to get used anyway."

"Used?!" said Wade. "B-B-But I'm a virgin!"

Pam's eyes widened. "Oh! A virgin!"

The other women chuckled. Pam stalked closer.

"Well," she smiled, "let's make your first time memorable then."

Wade's nervous, near panicked, squeak was actually audible. Especially after the blonde atomic bombshell grabbed his cock.

"I hope they don't break him," Maxine thought, watching the monitors. The young scout sank within the circle of flesh. His thin, pale arms, slender hands, and panicked, wide-eyed face buried inside the muscled morass.

Maxine would join in herself, but she had a research facility to attend. Paperwork to do.

Personal recreation will have to wait.

She looked forward to checking on the scene occasionally. And the recorders are on, so I can view the show later.

To Be Continued.