[WARNING: THERE ARE BAD ENDS THAT CAN RESULT IN GORE, IF YOU DO NOT WANT THIS TO HAPPEN, CHOOSE CAREFULLY OR DO NOT CONTINUE]

The year is 2147. You are Mia, a single, slim, 19 year old girl from England. You have white-blond hair tied back into a lengthy ponytail, and stand at 5' 3, weighing 113 pounds. You have a beautiful, feminine face, B-Cup breasts and a well rounded ass that looks great under your leggings. You currently sport a full-body blue jumpsuit, ideal for practicality as it clings tightly to the skin and provides maximum flexibility. You also carry a small leather backpack, containing a few essentials.

Though you were once part of a functioning and wealthy family, war has torn such times apart, and thus you find yourself in New London, with but a few coins in your pocket and nobody to turn to. As you walk down a gritted road, you glance at a small flyer that you seem to be noticing quite often.

'The Breeding Industry is one of the fastest growing businesses in New London'.
The flyer goes on to describe the events that would unfold, should you take up the offer, including a hefty wage that you could easily make a living from. With little dignity regardless, you decide to travel to what the flyer describes to be the 'breeding factory'.

On arrival, a small, fat man appears from a huge metal door, followed by two much taller and much more intimidating males guarding either side of the wide figure. He immediately realizes why you are here, and beckons you to follow him inside, which you do.
'Welcome to the Breeding Factory, cutie.'

He quickly hands you a contract, and though some of these antics sound degrading, you reluctantly assure yourself that it won't be that bad, and place your signature on the dotted line.
'You are paid per offspring, bear that in mind when you're in there'.

You follow the plump man to a cell containing a bed, a small chest of drawers, a toilet and a very out-dated phone, which you assume is to call the equivalent of room service. You place your backpack down by your bed. You are told to strip, and gingerly do so, tossing your jumpsuit underneath your bed. The man is quick to take out a HUGE enema bag, filled with a strange, yellow liquid.