"So... do you want bigger tits?"

The question kind of came out of left field. The question before is simple: What is your favorite sitcom or rap album, and what type of movies do you like? You answer the questions honestly, and now you are in shock.

"Uhhh... I guess. I never thought about that."

"Yeah, the HRT has been changing your body. You are smaller. You are getting more feminine. And the injections are making it happen quickly. But I can make it happen. If you want, I love a woman with big, juicy tits. You got cute tits for a skinny bitch. But I like everything."

"I dunno. That sounds very scary to me. I... I don't know." You said kinda worry about getting a tit job.

"Just get a few boob implants. There's a surgeon I trust. She can do it. We'll fly out next week. You can stay here the whole week, and we can have the operation done by the end of the weekend. You are not working for me yet, so this will be a good way to spend some extra time together. Just think about it. I didn't want you to think too rashly. I'll be back, and when I return, let me know."

You sit with the thoughts. You knew what choice Tyson wanted you to make. Simply confirmed his ideal version of a female. Huge tits, probably a bbl in the future, and thicker Kylie Jenner blowjob sucking lips. The boob job will only be the first step toward Tyson's fantasy.

The date goes well, and the two of you have a fun night. He's flirty, and the man is trying his hardest to convince you that staying at the mansion and being his personal girl toy would be the best decision. He is very convincing, and the life at his mansion seems wonderful. But his words from earlier about tossing you aside, like you are an old toy, don't sit right with you. But still, all of his money and the few years you spent living with him would be the best years of your life.

He fucked you one last time before sending you back to your gang friends. He is letting this choice be completely yours. The man is allowing you to decide if you want to join his ranks and have the life he's offering or stay with your gang friends and try to be an underling to his gang.

You are back at the gang hideout. Fat G is happy to see you, and he asks, "What up, little girl? Have fun with our boss." You shake your head, and the man looks angry. "What's the problem?"

"It's nothing. I'll explain later. Can we have some fun? I just want to chill. Let's have a nice party."

"Oh yeah. I have something for that. I have a bag of weed. And a couple pills. Let's have a party." Fat G said, slipping the pills on the table while preparing the blunt. You pop the pills and start getting high. Your body feels the effects of these cheap **** immediately. Your young body is feeling epic.

After a couple hours, the **** are making you feel lightheaded, and the effects are kicking in. You are starting to relax, and your nerves are calming down. You feel a pair of hands rubbing your shoulders, and you notice Fat G is sitting next to you. He wasn't the one you liked the best. But he was a cool, chill guy. Always lending you a helping hand inside the gang member culture.

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