Jennifer (Bull Route)

You see him swing his index finger out at Jennifer. You’ve always kind of had a little bit of a crush on her. You startled to see Mr. Minchest grab her wrist and throw her into a pen.

“Pay close attention, guys!” Mr. Minchest says as he pulls Jennifer over to the stockade.

He locks both of her hands into the clasps, and at that point, she’s powerless. Even with Jennifer’s kicking, Mr. Minchest secures her into the stockade. He quickly forces a long tube down her throat, all while saying

“This here is a tube we use to give them food and water. Our food is traced with hormones to help with fertility as well as milk production and taste.”

Mr. Minchest pulls a hunting knife out of seemingly nowhere, and slices right in between her C cup breasts, shredding her tank top and bra. He slides them off, and tosses them in the corner. Next he pulls a long, slice through her tights on both sides, and peels them off, tossing them with the ruined bra and tank top. He gently saws through her panties using the serrated edges of the knife, tosses them in the pile, and sheaths his knife.

“Now, we need to help boost fertility and milk production from the get go, so we will have to use some hormone injections.”

Mr. Minchest walks away, and Jennifer wails, as best she can with the tube down her throat. She makes pleading eyes at Penelope, who you turn and see with her hand shoved deep in her pants. The whole class is shocked, the shy, quiet, kid is openly fingering herself. Mr. Minchest walks back, holding a tray with syringes and bottles, and instantly notices Penelope. He sets down the tray, and says

“Looks like someone wishes she could trade places, huh?”

All Penelope could do was feebly nod, and to that Mr. Minchest said

“We can take both of you, no need to worry! Just take off your clothes for me if you will, and go stand in the pen to the left of this one.” Mr. Minchest said as he walked into Jennifer stall with the tray.

He walked over to where she was locked, and pulled the syringe out of one bottle. The syringe was filled with a white substance, and the man walked over and roughly grabbed her left breast. He shoved the needle directly down her nipple, and Jennifer rocked in the shackles. He did the same for the right breast, and he grabbed a larger one, filled with almost 12 ounces of a bright pink chemical. He kneeled down, and shoved the syringe deep into her belly button. She clenched up in the stockade, before finally loosing up.

You couldn’t help but get a hard on at what you were seeing.

“Now, normally we would let her rest, or maybe start milking, but breeding sows produce better milk than regular sows. We were going to bring in a bull, but I must say, that young man in the back has an undeniable tent in his pants!”

His finger swings in your direction. You turn red and try to cover your crotch.

“No need to be ashamed! You should be proud. Now the question is, would you like the honor of breeding our newest sow?”