Valentines Day Injection

Light rushed in and flooded around you like a tidal wave as the smiling nurse opened the incubator. Inside there were dozens of loaded syringes, all just waiting their turn to be injected. Each of those syringes carried a few CC's of a very special oxygenating fluid as well as one paying customer. You were one of those customers in one of those syringes.

The nurse now reaching for you worked for a cutting-edge company called Body Getaway, which specialized in a new type of vacation. You agreed to satisfy your wife's fantasy of having you, as she would put it, 'as close to her heart as possible'. To her it was a romantic Valentine's Day gift. To you, it was kinda hot to be in her tit for a full 24-hours, so it was a win for everyone involved.

But as the nurse carried you, fully submerged in the liquid of the syringe chamber, something felt...off. You heard the nurse call a woman's name, but it wasn't your wife's. Panic swirled in your chest as the nurse took a seat across from a beautiful woman who you did not recognize.

"Wrong lady! Wrong lady!" You shouted but you stood absolutely zero chance of being heard by either of these massive women who were completely unaware of their mistake or your plight. "This isn't right! I'm supposed to be with my wife!"

You were just this tiny, microscopic passenger with absolutely no agency, completely powerless. The nurse gently tapped the syringe to clear the air from the chamber. Her calm, smiling face as she prepared to inject you only made your situation that much more emasculating.

"Ready to go, Miss Huxley?"

The beautiful brunette raised the fluffy towel to reveal her bare, bronzed thighs. "Yup! The boyfriend and I are touring Europe and this is how he likes to travel."

The nurse frowned, "Oh, I'm not sure if management told you but we closed our only location in Europe. I think we're looking to consolidate in the US."

The needle tip made contact with Miss Huxley's thick thigh and with a slow, methodical push of the plunger from the massive hot pink thumb above you, you had nowhere to go but deep into the thigh of this beautiful stranger. You screamed pathetically but to no avail; the fluid around you mixed into her organic tissue, pulling you further away from the stem that had ejected you...and was now retreating.

"Oh, that's fine." Miss Huxley waved her hand dismissively. "My boyfriend loves traveling like this. We'll just have him taken out when we get back from Europe. Can I schedule an appointment to have him removed three months from now?"