The fluorescent lights blinded James as he struggled against his bonds, the metal table cold against his naked skin. How had it come to this? One moment, he was a bright-eyed exchange student stepping off the plane, head full of manga fantasies. The next, he was waking up on a surgical table. A door slid open with a soft hiss, admitting a severe-looking woman in a lab coat. “James Smith,” she said dispassionately, her English lightly accented. “Welcome to the Japan Motherhood Initiative. I am Dr. Saito and I will be overseeing your Japanification procedure.”
“Japanification… procedure? What the fuck are you talking about! Let me go!” Cried out James, pulling at the restraints with all his might.
“You are to be transformed into a Japanese woman, both in mind and body. This was in the fine print of the document you signed.” Replied Dr. Saito in the same dispassionate tone.
“Transformed?” James croaked. “This is a mistake! I didn’t mean to sign up for-”
“You signed the forms, James,” Dr. Saito cut him off briskly. “You agreed to this.” With a precise click of her remote, the machines whirred to menacing life. Robotic arms, tipped with glinting needles and emanating an unsettling glow, extended towards James’ helpless body. Without pausing, they plunged both precisely and violently into his flesh. The world exploded into searing heat. James screamed as the nanomachines swarmed through his bloodstream, rewriting DNA, warping bone, and reshaping flesh. He could feel his body changing, mutating, as though he were a lump of clay under a sculptor’s hands. Sweat poured from his brow as his face shifted and flowed, sculpting into delicate Japanese femininity. Prickling beneath his skin then became fiery agony as his body hair vaporized, leaving only baby-smooth skin behind. James thrashed and howled, feeling his throat tighten, his voice rising to a girly pitch. Pressure then bloomed in his chest, his pectorals swelling into perfectly shaped tits.
“You have been assigned the name Noriko,” Dr. Saito informed him coolly as he writhed, barely registering her words through the haze of pain. “You are being reborn as a perfect Japanese wife and mother. Your duty is to your husband, your children and to your country. There will be no way to resist this duty, as soon it will be your natural instincts” James, no, Noriko felt her hips crack and flare as the bones shifted, expanding into a lush child-bearing width. At the same time, sickening pressure gathered in her groin as her penis and testicles shriveled and withdrew, inverting into a slick, trembling slit. An empty void took up residence in her, aching to be filled.
“No…” Noriko sobbed as she felt her new sex throb and weep with arousal. “Stop…”
“Your English will fade,” Dr. Saito continued dispassionately. “To be replaced with Japanese. You will think only of pleasing your husband and bearing his children. And of being fucked and bred, again and again, a vessel for the virile seed of Japan. We have already selected an ideal mate for you, a salaryman with impeccable lineage. Once we complete a few final quality checks, you will be delivered to his home to begin your new life of servitude to him, your future children and Japan.”
Noriko shuddered in visceral horror even as her body grew hot with alien needs. Dainty hands strained against the restraints, aching to plunge into that new heat between her legs. She knew it was wrong, knew she should fight, but she couldn’t help but yearn for it, to crave subjugation and service. Images blossomed in Noriko’s fracturing mind: herself naked and moaning, impaled on a thick Japanese cock. Her belly ripe and full of life. Kimono-clad and kneeling in perfect seiza, pouring tea for her husband. The visions overcame her protests, drowned her reason in a sea of arousal.
“Watashi wa… I am… Noriko desu,” she wept in a mix of broken Japanese and English as the process neared completion. “Oshujin-sama no… My husband’s… mono… thing. Akachan ga… I want… hoshii… babies!” She had to serve. Had to obey. Had to breed. Nothing else mattered. With a final shuddering moan, the last of James’ resistance melted away, leaving a gasping, trembling Japanese woman behind, ready to be filled with purpose. Dr. Saito allowed herself a tiny smile of triumph.
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