Thank you to Planologer for the idea of a feminizing gynite refinery disaster. Hopefully it turned out alright. Apologies for it taking so long.

Slight retcon from Part 1 - figured it would be more fun if the disaster occurred during the day to give the victims chance to panic 🙂

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Tarmac gave way to wet mud, and rocks crunched under the wheels. Branches scraped the sides of the car. Then the ground dropped out from beneath them and the vehicle jolted to a stop at a downward angle.

“You okay?” Dad asked.

Jason tugged his sweater up over his swelling chest and nodded, breathless. Dad stared into the thick, unmoving fog, slammed the accelerator, then threw the car into reverse. No matter what he tried, there was only the sound of the tyres spinning uselessly in slick mud.

A thick crack ran over the windshield from the impact, and a tendril of mist was creeping through it. Jason tore open the shopping bags, throwing aside gifts until he found the sellotape. He taped the crack shut, then stuffed wrapping paper into the air vents. When he scrambled into the backseat to check for more leaks, his widening hips caught between the front headrests. He wriggled his supple, swelling ass free.

“No good. We must be stuck in a ditch,” Dad groaned, switching off the engine.

He slumped back, defeated. Without the wipers, dust began to gather on the windshield, making the interior dark and close.

Dad dragged a hand through his hair in frustration, then froze and yanked down the driver's mirror. His hair had grown inches in minutes. His lips were plump and pouty. The collar of his sweater was straining against his rapidly expanding chest. Jason could see the years falling away from him in real time as the feminization softened the wrinkles and hard lines of his face.

"It's the dust," Jason said glumly. "Gynite, right? That's what they refine there?"

"Probably just a low dose," his dad said unconvincingly. "Perfectly safe, or they wouldn't put it in Christmas presents, right?"

"What do we do?"

“We can’t go out there, that’s for sure. If the mist clears, maybe… maybe I can get out and throw the snow tyres on. Might get us out of this mud. But-”

And it was a big "but". The forest outside looked like a winter wonderland, draped in poison. If only a light dusting had done this to their bodies, he didn't want to imagine what that level of exposure would do to them.

Jason sat in the backseat, trying to call mom, grandpa, anyone, but the signals were down. He tried to ignore the creaking in his pelvic bones or the way the dust burned against his manhood.

Dad turned on the radio, searching through static until a steady female voice cut through.

“-ordered to evacuate immediately via the fastest safe route. If no route is available, remain indoors. Seal all doors and windows. Turn off air conditioning and ventilation systems and await rescue. Affected individuals should shower and wipe away any dust or residue with a damp cloth. Stay tuned for further information. This message will repeat. All males are ordered-”

Dad exhaled. “Well… that’s that, then. We sit tight until they tell us otherwise.”

With the ventilation off, the temperature inside the car was falling fast. Dad clambered into the back, leaning over the seats into the trunk. Jason tried very hard not to stare at how noticeably thick his father’s hips and backside were becoming.

“Only one blanket back here,” Dad said. “Hope they don’t make us wait long. It’s gonna get damn chilly.”