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It’s TG/WG, it’s M2BBW, and it’s happening NOW.

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Chapter #5

Rebirth or Birthing Hips?

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Jett heard Angela puffing as she led him up the stairs. It was not quite what he expected, then again she was probably trying to find a place away from cameras. He just wished it was not so high up.

This building had given him the creeps. Fem Bulk was some bulking powder, he remembers Angela talking about her new job but it did sound weird.

Was just making it pink enough to make it for women?

"We're almost there!" Angela got out, sounding far more out of shape then he had expected. He was just getting started.

Finally they had made it up to a steel bridge, each side covered by rails as he flashes his best smile at the woman. The drive here was filled with dread, but also longing. This was simply something that had to happen, just like it did the last dozen of times. This girl was his drug, and there was no way he was going to give it up.

"You're so beautif-" A finger came up to his lips as to shush him.

Angela brushed right up against him, her large chest pressed against Jett's flat one. A sudden slip as he brushes his lips against hers, eyes closing as he took in the moments. His hands now going down to unbutton Angela's blouse before suddenly feeling dizzy. He was now in the air, Angela looking down at him as he got further away from her.

Time felt as if it had stopped, her expression showing relief. Was he really that bad?

A splash, he had begun to sink into the vat. The liquid almost gooey feeling, bright pink and he felt something awful. He tried to scream out for help but the Fembulk flooded into his mouth, shallowing mouthfuls of the pure concentrationa as his skin felt as if it was being sheared into his skin. Muscles felt weak, his arms moving near helplessly until he managed to get up to an edge. Another mouthful shallowed as he finally pulled himself upwards, gasping desperately for air.

His skin was stinging, every bit of him was covered in the stuff. With what strength he had left he pulled himself out only to see a ladder on the opposite side of the vat. Feeling exhausted and growing angry he began to shift on the edge, making his way through the muck and feeling more strange by the second.

"You crazy bitch!" Jett screamed out as he finally climbed out.

"Going to... Going to..."

With a sudden thump Jett collapsed. The darkness had taken him as the burning sensation continued and his very biology changed.

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The next morning he was woken up by a man in a mask and overalls.

"Hey... You okay buddy? What are you doing here?" His tone was concerned as he looked over Jett's condition. Gently he shifted him up and tried to help him sit up.

"Where am I?" He mutters to himself, his body feeling sluggish and out of sorts. His mind was hazy as he slowly got to his feet. His clothes felt sticky, but beyond that and his skin feeling oddly softer nothing was wrong.

"Come on buddy... You can't be getting drunk here. Let's get you gone before one of the higher ups wants to press charges."

With that he was taken out, his hand going to his phone which luckily was in working order. There was a new text message on it.

Sorry.

All at once it came flooding back to him. The meeting, his fall. A sudden text was sent right back to it but it was not delivered. He tried to send another cursing at her but just as the last one it did not send.

"Bitch blocked me!"

A sudden grumble, it felt like he had not eaten in days. Holding his midsection, a sudden pain was surging through him he had to decide what to do.
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