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Nurse Köhler prepared her exam space in the low ward extension of the ancient wooden post hospital building. It had been built just after the First World War to replace an older, and somehow, smaller hospital building. Considering the rather confined space of the present building Evelyn found it difficult to imagine an even tinier structure. Of course, they'd have about as many personnel stationed at Fort Ward then as now. Though they also hadn't had the constant need for medical care that the current garrison did either, she thought somewhat absently as her slight belly paunch rubbed against the edge of her exam table.
With it being exam day, most of the regular beds had been moved out of the way in the open ward room. A half-dozen of the post's nursing staff in clean white Medical Corps ward uniforms. Most without caps, however, as they prepared. The ward's two present residents, two of the subjects transferred as instructors to their own G Company, 307th Armored Cavalry Regiment from the North Carolina Research Station. Evelyn licked her lips, thinking of their determined efforts at the physical efforts involved in infantry instruction /and/ the classroom prep training for the experiments themselves.
Now, of course, both of them were in too advanced a state of gravidity to do much more then take it easy, eat, do what light exercise they could, and read. The thought of SP4. Larnard's poor belly pulling the back of her gown to the limits of the drawstrings, sticking out from the dark blue hospital bathrobe as she slowly waddled out to the porch, sulkily complaining about being woken up so early. More importantly, in Evelyn's mind, was just how full the poor pregnant specialist's tits were. At that she bit her lower lip slightly... Soon she might get to try out one of the breast pump's they'd been sent.
Her hands gently traced the slight swell of her own middle and she squeezed her eyes shut; it wouldn't be /that/ long before she got to try one herself. Taking a deep breath, she opened them again. Thinking too much like that would make physicals, awkward, she thought. Slightly invasive touching, groping almost, was a medical necessity, not an excuse to get herself worked up. Not even if this was the first place she'd ever been where it was a better then 100% chance the other girl would reciprocate. Evelyn stifled a moan as Dr. Pease called in the room that their first patients were arriving.