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Part 9-29 + additional materals
It was just a stupid meeting where Steve Donovan, the general manager, gathered workers to hear reports about this year's work, as well as set the goals for the next year. He sat quietly on the wooden folding chair listening to endless reports on the completion of work tasks, listened to plans and suggestions about future work, answered the most irrelevant and stupid questions. Everything went fine and as planned until the loud rumble was heard. He started to lose his patience, clapping loudly with his hand to call all these speakers and it took him only one look and the room got silent. He looked at the crowded room with his employees.
"So what's this now? What is that noise?! Mark, useless piece of shit, it's in your shop again! Why the hell didn't you clean up the machines last night!? And Mabel! Goddamnit! Where are you? Move your stupid ass so I can see you and listen! You'll-" he suddenly interrupted by a something appeared inside his mouth and a sweet taste of something sour in his mouth - long, thick, curved, soft object that's moving and massaging his cheeks from the inside and his tongue touching as if continuing to move his lips around the object in his mouth. His head moving forward and back automatically and he became wet between the thighs.
"Yeah, doll, keep that up," some male voice shouted above his head and Steve opened his eyes, seeing before his eyes a fat male stomach covered with a shirt. His hands now were holding a male's leg and a male member filled his mouth.
"Umph!!! UMPH!" he tried to speak, but his lips were only massaging the object when he tried to say something. 'What the fuck is going on?!' he thought, trying to pull away, but can't only feeling how much his scalp began to hurt from this movement, as if he had long hair which pulled on his skull. And it's looked like this because he felt something falling on his shoulders and something brushing his face. "UMPHHH!" he screamed through his lips. His knees rubbed against something rough and he can see in front of himself a stone floor, as if he was kneeling down at one of his workshops.
But he still continued his attempts to break free with all his power. 'Ugh, this is disgusting!' Steve thought, his stomach churning with nausea. He tried to scream, but all that came out was a muffled moan. The taste of sweat and something salty filled his mouth. 'Fuck, I've got to stop this.' he told himself. "Ugh! Umph!".
Suddenly, a voice boomed from somewhere in the room. "Cut! Cut! Goddammit, Lola, what the fuck is your problem?" The grip on his hair loosened, and Steve felt himself being yanked backward. The thick, fleshy object slipped out of his mouth with a wet pop, and he collapsed back, gasping for air and coughing.
"What the fuck?!" Steve sputtered, spitting onto the dirty concrete floor. He looked down at his body and gasped in horror. "Shit! I’m a fuckin’ chick?!". He stared at his new breasts lying heavily on chest covered in a tight-fitting top, his full hips and shapely thighs barely concealed by the tiny mini skirt and barely-there thong he was wearing, along with the blood-red stiletto pumps that seemed glued to his feet. "No fuckin’ way! This ain’t real!"