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Keith had never pictured himself working at a gas station. They always seemed kind of dirty and probably didn't pay all that well. The hours would be long, and the customers would be rude. It seemed like a pretty bad deal from all angles. Most people probably don't grow up thinking they want to work at a gas station for exactly these reasons. Keith was squarely in that group until just last week.

Keith had been laid off from his job of 10 years, and the way things were going, it was looking like he wasn’t going to be coming back. The company was making cuts across the board to save money, and he was on the chopping block. Unfortunately, rent was still due, and Keith needed a job fast. Even something temporary would be fine until he could get into some interviews at other companies in his field. All of this was running through his mind as he drove home. Low on gas, he pulled into a gas station and began to fill up his car. While it filled, he went inside to buy a drink and some chips.

Keith got to the register and set his stuff on the counter when he noticed a couple of hiring flyers stacked on the counter.

“You guys hiring?” he asked the attendant.

“Yes, actually, we have a unique sector opening up soon, and we are looking for help,” replied the attendant.”

“What's the pay like?”

“$25 an hour”

“Hours?”

“9 to 5.”

“Give me one of those flyers.”

The attendant handed Keith a flyer and a pen. This job seemed like an amazing opportunity. Keith could even see going long-term for pay and hours like that. Keith looked it over, not noticing anything unusual about it, and began to fill it out. When he finished, he handed it back to the attendant and went back out to his car. Keith hadn’t even made it halfway down the road that the gas station was on when his phone began to buzz. Keith answered and found that it was somebody from the station’s corporate office calling to let him know that he had gotten the job. He was to report back the next day for initiation. Initiation? That seemed like an odd word to use. Orientation was what places typically called it, but maybe the guy just didn't know that. Regardless, Keith would be there.

The next day, Keith made his way back to the station. Approaching from the other direction, he noticed that the place had a nice little park area with some benches out back. It would be a nice place to sit out at for a lunch break, he thought to himself. Keith went inside and was greeted by somebody who introduced themselves as an initiation officer. The officer explained that there was no uniform that he would need to wear. This job just kept sounding better and better, Keith thought. The only thing he had to do was take a little pill that the officer held out in his hand. Keith grabbed it and swallowed it, assuming it was some kind of immunity booster. He could not have been more wrong.

Immediately, Keith was hit with what felt like an intense stomach cramp. He doubled over, feeling the need to hurl, but couldn’t seem to. Then he watched in dismay as his muscular frame shrank in size, leaving his arms and legs looking petite and womanly. The rest of Keith was soon to follow as his facial features softened and his hair became long and flowing. The last thing to happen was the rapid growth of tits on his previously flat chest.

“Sorry about the stomach cramps,” the officer said. “Expanding one's stomach is no easy feat and tends to cause some discomfort. It should pass with time. You are probably wondering what is going on though. To put it bluntly, our chain of gas stations is now offering blowjobs as a service. Ever since they legalized prostitution here, there has been a push towards businesses doing similar things. You have been turned into a woman with an exponentially increased capacity for swallowing cum. But hey, the pay is good!”

With this brief explanation, the officer set Keith up with her first customer. Keith had never given a blowjob before, but she had received plenty of them when she was still a man. She did her best to satisfy the customer and was rewarded with a force feeding of jizz. Keith thought she would hate it, but it kind of tasted… good? Something about that little pill had rewired her brain to enjoy the flavor. Maybe this job wouldn't be so bad.

A week later, Keith had dropped her old name entirely and now went by Shirley. She thought it had a fun 50’s ring to it that people would enjoy. The blowjob service had become incredibly popular, and she usually ended up servicing over a hundred people each day. By midday, Shirley usually looked quite pregnant from all the cum in her stomach. The corporate office asked if she wanted them to hire any help, but Shirley declined the offer. She wanted all the cum to herself. After this phone call with corporate ended, another customer walked in and paid for the blowjob service. “Fill 'er up!” said the attendant, parroting the new slogan for the chain as Shirley led her newest customer outside to be serviced.