Hormone Injections

Once you’re locked in, he pulls out a hunting knife and shreds your clothes. Your huge breasts swing free from under your chest, and you’ve never felt more **** in your life.

Mr. Minchest walks away, but due to the stockade, you can’t see where.

“Penelope!” You beg, “help me, please!”

To your dismay, Penelope only moves her hand across her throat telling you to cut it out. For a second you’re hurt until you hear Mr. Minchest walk up behind you. He walks over and gropes your right breast, causing you grit your teeth. He pulls up a tray table, on it, a syringe, small bottle, and packet of **** swabs.

“We always want to keep our livestock in prime condition” Mr. Minchest said as he tore open the packet. “Sick cows produce bitter milk”

He walked over and swabbed both of your nipples with the **** pads. He screwed the cap off the bottle and put the syringe in. He pulled back and took it out. You heard him flick the glass a couple times before walking over to you. Once inside your vision field, you could see a murky, metallic looking substance almost identical to mercury.

You close your eyes and bite your tongue, trying to prepare for what’s to come. He suddenly grabs your nipple and shoves the syringe down it. You can feel an icy cold liquid flow throughout your breast and into your veins. It almost hurts. You close your eyes as he injects your left breast with the hormones as well.

“I need to head to the extra storage, I forgot we just finished up a shipment of ointment.” Mr. Minchest said, walking away.

As soon as he turned down a hallway, Penelope leapt into action, quickly pulling the Bobby pin out of her hair.

“It’s going to be Ok.” Penelope assures you. “We’re gonna get out of here, and sue the living hell outta that guy.”

You feel the lock on your left foot come free, and than your right. You have both of your feet free, and soon Penelope has finished your left hand. As she finishes your right hand, you hear a “HEY!”, clearly meaning Mr. Minchest is back. You fall out of the stockade, right onto your sore breasts. You get up and run after Penelope out of the stall. You don’t see what happened, but in front of you, Penelope goes down, her eyes rolling into the back of her head.

You have two choices, dodge Mr. Minchest and either flee through the loading dock, or through the main entrance.