My two-hundred and sixth caption, featuring a politician who becomes something he tried to outlaw in the city…

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“So this is what became of you? I’m shocked you’d let yourself become such a shameless slut.” The large, muscled man commented as he looked at the photo the brothel had provided. The woman beneath him didn’t respond to his words, mindlessly licking cum off of his cock. “Either way, I’m not going to complain about the result…”

The photo was of Damian Strawsand, a member of the city’s elite ruling class. A very “uptight” member, in fact. He had been the one responsible for trying to push many new anti-prostitution laws in the local government, having made it his goal to eliminate all the “street walkers”, illicit clubs, and brothels. He didn’t do this for any “moral” reasons, instead believing he could eventually overtake the city’s criminal elements for his own illicit purposes and gain even more wealth. This became quite a thorn in the side of several local crime Families, who, in a rare moment of cooperation, decided to remove Damian from the picture. They would make the ultimate example out of him. Knowing they couldn’t simply kill him, they decided on another approach, one much sweeter and ironic…

Stealing some “formula” from a local biotech research firm, the Families hired the best black market doctors and a behavioral therapist to “take care of him” once he had been “acquired” from his lavish home on the outskirts. Breaking in and abducting him had been the easy part, given how the security company that installed his system was partially owned by one of the Families, but the next part was when they’d have to take things slow and steady.

Damian woke as they were preparing him for his upcoming procedure, though he was already helplessly restrained and gagged. The Dons were pleased by this, knowing watching his transformation would make this even sweeter. Damian was loaded up with the experimental “formula”, quickly causing many drastic changes to his body. Over the course of several minutes, Damian ceased being a man, instead becoming a thin 100% biological woman. Damian screamed in protest through his, now her, gag, but this only served to amuse the vindictive Dons and their men.

The changes didn’t stop there as the doctors came in and pumped Damian with various drugs and growth hormones, slowly ballooning her petite form outwards with massive, exaggerated curves. Monstrously large breasts, a huge dump truck ass, and thick, child-bearing hips dominated her physique, leaving her body burning with heat and sweat. Her raven-like complexion was the only thing she still had that resembled anything “normal”, though even that would soon change as the Dons and doctors left, leaving Damian alone with the behavioral therapist who got to work.
Over the next few months as the authorities and the rest of her family searched fruitlessly for Damian, she was “reprogrammed” by this thin, wispy-looking man with heavy breath and thick-rimmed glasses. Through a combination of degradation, beatings, drugs, and hypnosis, he broke down her personality bit-by-bit, turning the haughty former man into an animal who would obey any commands given by whoever held her leash. Completely broken and all traces of the former Damian’s identity erased, she was pierced and given the name 52-7, printed on a gold tag.

After being played with by the Dons and their men, she was placed in one of the local Family-owned brothels, offered to their best clients at a high price point. Many of the same city officials 52-7 had once called “friends” frequented this club, and paid the top dollar needed to purchase her premium services. As a bonus, those who were fully under the grip of the Families got a fun little bonus: a little before-and-after photo of their little submissive pet.

“Well, I might as well get my full two hours out of you…” The large, muscled man dismissed, crumpling up the photo of Damian before bending 52-7 over and having his way with both of her holes. She moaned like the bitch in heat she was as he tugged hard on her leash, giving her everything she had been designed to be by her owners…