The Growing Yamamoto Crime Family

"Welcome Mrs. Kikumoto."

"What the hell? What is this supposed to be? Why do you have that woman on a leash?"

"Because she wants to be."

"I highly doubt that."

"Go ahead, tell her." Boss Yamamoto tugged lightly on the leash clasped to the collar around my neck. My tummy filled with butterflies at my wife's sudden presence. I bit my lip and stayed silent.

"Now for the matter at hand: what have you done with my husband?"

I could tell she was upset. She had always been rather brash. Since our crime family had found itself in a protracted war with the Yamamoto crime syndicate she had grown more aggitated and angry. We had been going through difficult times.

"I assure you, your husband is safe and has been well taken care of."

"I won't believe you until you show me!" Her tits bounced in her blouse as she spoke — I eyed them with a new familiarity. They were much bigger than mine. I balked at how busty she was in comparison.

"Perhaps you should look closer at the woman before you. Maybe look into her eyes a moment."

I swallowed and winced. Her gaze locked with mind. She stepped closer.

"Oh my god! Akira?!? What have they done to you?"

"What we have done to him is posed a simple choice to your husband."

"What choice?" My wife stamped her foot loudly. Her heels were so loud on the marble floor I closed my eyes. She was really freaking out. I never noticed her heels before. They were red and tall and clasped around her ankles. I wondered how hard it was to balance in them.

Boss Yamamoto laughed. "It's simple really. Either continue this long war between us that has killed too many already — or."

"Or what?"

"Or join the Yamamoto crime family as my bride. My wife and sons have all perished at your family's hands, it is only fitting your husband help me mitigate these losses. I thought I would introduce a powerful nano change agent and give him a chance to live in my mansion, experience life as a woman, and, if he felt led, to partake in the pleasures of a woman in my bedchambers, to bear me a son, to become Yamamoto forever. I wish you could have seen the transformation, it was incredibly fascinating watch the nanobots work on his body. Watching them cover him entirely, dissolve his clothes, and watching his curves slowly press into their outer shell."

"You pig!" My wife rushed at Boss Yamamoto. Two guards stopped her. "Change him back." Her eyes were tearing up. I bit my lip worried her impeccably applied eye makeup would start to run.

He laughed. "It's really an easy choice. The change agent we used is very special. Only internal interaction with male seed would keep him this way for good. It is the final piece of the chemical cocktail which locks your husband in for good. His body coming into contact with my seed would spark great hormonal changes, body changes, libido increase, and more."

"Let him go!"

"I am offended at your request. I have standards — I would never restrain a fellow Boss, this is not good sportsmanship. I simply offered Akira the change agent in a drink, and then I offered her this choice."

I looked at my wife's angry face, noticing her large hoop earrings. My wife always did have a way of accentuating her beauty with nice little touches. She pointed one long well manicured nail at Boss Yamomoto. I examined it's beauty curiously and with interest trying to remember where she got her nails done. "My husband does not accept the choice. He's coming back with me do you understand? Take him off the leash at once."

Boss Tanaka scowled, "It his her choice to be on the leash if she so chooses. Let's not make hasty assumptions, Mrs. Kikumoto."

"I am not making hasty assumptions! He will not make this choice. Tell him Akira! Tell him you won't so we can go!"

My wife looked back at me. I looked into her eyes. Her mascara was absolutely perfect. Her eyelashes looked so long, I wondered what brand she used.

Her eyes fell to my curvy, tight body, tracking downwards lower and lower. I watched her gaze. Was she jealous of me? When she reached my pussy she gasped.

"Akira!" Her outstretched finger began to shake. Her arm dropped.

She put both hands over her mouth. I flicked my neck to get my long black hair out of my face.

"See, Mrs. Kikumoto. You were being assumptive. You assumed Akira didn't already make her choice." Boss Yamamoto petted my head. I leaned into the pet, basking in his strong hands, enjoying the way his cum was dripping out of my tight new pussy lips.

"Akiro! No!"

"Her name is Mai now. She made her decision just moments ago."

"I don't believe it! I don't believe you!"

I squeezed my pussy muscles at the sound of her denial. More of Boss Yamamoto's sperm loudly gurgled out of me. Perhaps it would make things to be clear to her. I flexed again, another loud gurgle. Mmm. There was so much of him.

It had been so good, the best hours of my life, and I was unappreciative of the interruption of her arrival. She could only dream of fucking a cock as thick as his, a lover so skilled in the bedroom. It only took a day of being in this body and in Yamamoto's lavish mansion to finally get on all fours to be mounted and mated.

I had only just asked Yamamoto to put me on a leash mere minutes ago. Being on a leash was always a fantasy of mine, but my wife never wanted to play along with me. Yamamoto was happy to oblige. It made me wet to think about what he would do once we were finished talking to my wife in his office.

My wife pleaded. "What do you want? Money? We have it. We have billions of dollars. We'll give you anything, just change him back."

"As you can see, it's too late for that, Mrs. Kikumoto. He's no longer here. Meet my fiance, Mai"

"No! That isn't real cum. This is a joke. This is a game you are playing."

They suddenly lurched forward. My wife's mouth dropped open. Then again. Every pulse hurt and made my vision blur. They would pause and I would be able to breath, my eyes returning to improved clarity, getting some release before another would come. The pulses kept coming.

Suddenly I realized these were the hormonal changes Boss had mentioned. His cum was interacting with the change agent and locking me into this body, making me at home in it, and also making my breasts grow. I lifted them for my wife to see, craning my neck, enjoying how Yamomoto kept my leash tight — just like I asked him to. Her eyes widened with each expansion. We both wondered when they would stop. Just when we thought they had stopped they would surprise us again.

I like surprises. Don't you?

I moaned. When I did my wife looked me straight in the eyes. I winked. A smile was forming on the right side of my mouth. My breasts were much bigger than hers. I watched her looking at them, detecting jealousy in her eyes, and smiled.

That's right.

My collar was tight around my neck, where it belonged. I looked up at Boss Yamamoto and pouted my lip. I lifted my hand to his black pants and stroked his hard cock through them. "I'm bored. Can we go fuck now? Pretty please? I want to make sure your seed takes in my womb."

He smiled back. "Yes, dear."

I could see my wife staring at me from the corner of my eye. I giggled.