Published: Feb 3, 2025
My one-hundred and eighty-eighth caption, featuring an unfortunate (depending on how you look at it) man encountering a powerful family…
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You grimaced for a moment as the handmaiden brushed through your purple hair, removing any knots and making it straight. The dress you were wearing left little to the imagination, with your ass and legs practically on full display thanks to how sheer the silky fabric was. You looked back at Mr. Kazuki, who kept his eyes glued on you the whole time. Normally, men like him wouldn’t be allowed to see this, but this wasn’t a normal situation.
Your name was John Wilson. You were the son of a well-known billionaire business magnate living in New York City. As the spoiled son of such a man, you spent a lot of your time visiting high-end bars and nightclubs, spending tons of the “disposable income” your father afforded you. One night though, you ran into a stunning busty Japanese woman called Miyasato. Her beauty was unmatched, and she gave you many drinks as you talked to her. It didn’t take long for her to drag you back to her home, with you having no clue as to where you were or how much time had passed.
When you finally woke up, everything felt… different. You blinked your eyes, quickly realizing that two large breasts obscured your lower vision. You didn’t make a sound though, considering you were bound and gagged. Looking around, you then spotted your own body standing to your left, with a Japanese man you didn’t recognize standing next to “them”. Your body smiled down at you as the man sat down on the edge of the bed, looming over you as terror overtook you. The man explained that he was Tsutsumi Kazuki, patriarch of the Kazuki dynasty. He explained that, through the use of an ancient Japanese ritual, Miyasato had swapped bodies with you, taking your place and vice versa. He then explained that it was an ancient tradition for the first-born daughter of the family to seduce and take the place of a powerful, wealthy man, who would then marry the “target” and force them to give birth to the next generation of Kazuki children. Through their new, powerful position, the “daughter” would then slowly funnel money back towards her family, eventually either bankrupting the business or transferring ownership back to the Kazuki family entirely.
You were terrified, unable to believe something this crazy was actually happening as tears rolled down your new, soft cheeks. Mr. Kazuki then walked out of the room, leaving you alone with Miyasato in your body. She smirked as she pulled down “her” pants, revealing your rock-hard cock. You screamed into the gag, trying to break your binds, but you were powerless to stop her. She shoved your cock inside of you, causing your mind to briefly go blank as she thrusted in and out of you. The sensations were so foreign, so strange… and you quickly realized you were loving it. She picked up the pace, grabbing onto your two breasts tightly before releasing a torrent of cum inside of you. “He” had thoroughly ruined you, mind and body.
Things moved rather quickly from that point on, once a private doctor confirmed you had been successfully knocked up. You were assigned a special guard detail to watch you when “John” wasn’t around, and a behavioral coach was brought in to “adjust” you. You were taught how to walk like a woman, talk like a woman, and act like a woman at all times. Instructions on how to properly apply makeup, wash yourself, and other aspects unique to womanhood were drilled into your skull. Gaslighting, hypnotism, and isolation were used to break you down mentally as they molded you into the perfect trophy wife, fit for motherhood and little else. Certain trigger words were implanted in your subconscious, used to take total control of you both physically and mentally if you ever acted out. You tried to hold onto any sense of your old self, but it slipped further away every single day.
After a month, you were “introduced” to John’s father, with him explaining how you two had met and fallen deeply in love with one another. You wanted to scream that this was all wrong, that you were the “real” John, but you were buried under so many layers of conditioning that all you could do was smile up at your soon-to-be husband. He gave you his blessings, and happily agreed for you to marry his “son” in a few weeks.
That’s what led up to now, as your hair was brushed and your “father”, Mr. Kazuki, watched you with curious eyes. You were unsure as to why he was watching you get ready for the wedding, but it stirred up a feeling of unease inside of you. His eyes were like daggers, digging into your soul.
“I never imagined this day would come, seeing my daughter walk down the aisle to her future.” He suddenly spoke up, waving the handmaiden out of the room. He stood up, walking over and standing behind you before putting both hands firmly on your shoulders. “I know this isn’t what you wanted, but you’re still my daughter. You’ll be taken care of, and John will make you a happy woman, my moonbeam.”
He then planted a small kiss on your cheek, giving you a pat on the shoulder and walking out of the room as the handmaiden returned. His final word had pierced all the way through your mind, finally shattering what little remnants of your old personality you had held onto after all this time.
Hearing the music play throughout the church, you grabbed your father’s arm as he walked you down the aisle, the doting, loving daughter he had wanted. As you spoke your vows and kissed your new husband, you practically melted into his arms, wanting him and nothing else. You could feel the life stirring inside your womb, and you felt dreamy, wondering if you were going to have a boy or a girl a few months down the line…