Grimmjow awoke in his room a few hours later. "What the fuck happened to me this time?" Shaking his head he went to stand up, and noticed a few changes. Everything in his room seemed to be reinforced, or it had just been made sturdier. He wondered why though, it's not like he was breaking anything in his room for them to do that. Gimmjow just gave up trying to think why, and went to go scratch his itchy stomach. He stopped the moment he touched it. "WHERE THE FUCK ARE MY ABS!?"
Grinning like a madman, Aizen entered the room without warning. "Why Grimmjow, I see you've noticed your latest development. I do hope you enjoy it." Grimmjow just snarled in rage at Aizens comment. "Why the fuck would I be happy about it. You replaced my abs with a fucking gut. How am I supposed to fight for you now!?" Aizen smirked. "We believe the bigger you are, thew more damage you can do. It is simple logic, but we believe it will work best with someone like you." Gimmjow huffed at his statement, clearly insulted. Aizen grinned at his sixth espada. "We have another development prepared for you again. We have created a vial that...
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