A New Kind of Initiation (Female Yakuza TF)

 

After hundreds of years of global organized crime, it seemed that 2018 would finally be the year in which the seedy underworld that resided in Japan would be completely and utterly eradicated: In a sudden and unexpected move the Japanese Prefectural Police Departments came together in a nation wide operation to tackle not only the corruption that had been slowly and quietly infiltrating their ranks over the years, but also the gangs who were responsible for it. As a result many Yakuza syndicates were finding themselves being ambushed at every corner by the special task forces; their moles and spies unable to warn or inform them of what was happening as they now sat in a jail cell. The end seemingly nigh, all the heads of each respective family gathered at a secure location to try and come up with a plan to adapt and survive this latest challenge to their reign.

Yet only fifteen minutes into their meeting, they were suddenly interrupted by a mysterious stranger - a young man wearing a simple black business suit. Although the heads were shocked and infuriated at such an intrusion, there was an enigmatic aura about him that seemed to suppress their urge to order him shot and dumped somewhere. Standing before them, the man started to speak:

"It's probably not a surprise to you that I've heard about your troubles. Whilst I'm not one to really dabble into criminal dealings and what not... let's just say this all merely good timing for me, as I've a... solution to your problem. You see, I've managed to create technology that has the power to not only brainwash it's target... but also completely change their physical appearance - and I don't just mean their face, either." His pitch was immediately met with laughter from some of the heads, shaking heads and deathly glares from the others, but as the man stood there he didn't seem to be that humbled by their response.

"How the hell did a lunatic like you get in here?" spat the leader of the Inagawa-kai group, pointing viciously at the man. "Do you take us for a bunch of fools?"

"Of course not," the man replied respectfully. "Which is why I've brought "proof" that my technology works."

The door behind the man slowly creaked open, and footsteps echoed across the room as a young asian woman calmly walked in and stood next to the stranger. She had short brown hair which was styled into a bob cut that reached down to her shoulders. She wore a red and white jersey with a plain white top underneath, along with some simple grey jeans and red and gold shoes. Although her face had soft features, there was a sort of look in her eye that gave off the vibe that she was studying your body for the best way to get you curled up crying on the ground.

"What's a woman doing in here?" one of the leaders exclaimed. "This is no place for her - unless you've decided to bring us some entertainment for the evening!"

"Her name is Akari Sato," said the stranger. "But only half an hour ago, she was a JPPD spy known as Isamu Watanabe." The stranger then dived a hand into one of his suit pockets and fished out a badge before walking over to Inagawa-kai leader and handing it over to him. Flipping it open, the Yakuza inspected the badge for a couple seconds before looking back up at the woman standing in front of him.

"I... I guess there is a slight resemblance in the face, but..." his eyes squinted. "For a caught undercover cop she doesn't seem that worried or surprised about her... new condition."

"Because in her mind, she's never been a cop." The stranger said. "She thinks she's one of the newest members of your gang, in fact."

"So let me get this straight," interrupted the leader of the Yamaguchi-gumi clan. "You're saying that with your technologoy, we'll just... transform the whole police force into working for us?"

The stranger smirked. "Whilst I'm sure that would almost certainly solve your problem rather quickly... that's not exactly what I was intending it be used for." Gesturing to Akari, he then added "Instead aiming to use this on the police force, I was thinking that you could for a much larger and constantly arriving target."

"...You want us to use this on tourists?" Asked the Inagawa-kai leader.

"Why not? My nanomachines are perfectly capable of changing race as well as sex - which brings me to my next point. I think in order for the Yakuza to survive, it's time for some literal change: People don't exactly associate women to be in gangs, let alone as anything as organized or as dangerous as the Yakuza. And how can the police track people who don't exist, especially if they were originally foreigners? For example, Akari here has no records or address to be followed or spied on by the JPPD, and the police will start to become too pre-occupied with trying to find all the missing tourists to deal with you."

"This does sound like a good idea..." the Yamaguchi-gumi leader muttered. "How much are you willing to offer us for them?"

"I'm not concerned with money," the stranger answered, and the various leaders glanced at each other in surprise. "Just seeing all the... fun that'll happen after I give them to you is more important to me. And besides, I'm sure you'll be swimming in money once you're no longer hindered by the police."

"Then I suppose there's only one more question to ask," remarked the Inagawa-kai leader. "How exactly do we use these?"

----

Johnathan swam through the bustling sea of people as he walked around Tokyo city. Ever since he was a child he'd been interested in asian culture thanks to his dad being into martial arts films, but once he was finally old enough and the internet became a thing, he soon found himself being drawn to all kinds of videos and forums about anime and started to watch them almost every day - it got to the point where he eventually decided to straight up learn Japanese, along with all three of its' writing styles just to get even more immersed into the culture. And now that he was finally out of uni, the first thing he did was immediately schedule a flight to the land of the rising sun! Of course anime wasn't the only thing about Japan that appealed to him - all those ancient shrines and towns that lay in the countryside along with those scenic views - one of the things he definitely wanted to do get a picture Mount Fuji from the Tokyo Tower, as well as relax in one of those saunas... Starting to get a little bit overwhelmed by the crowd, Johnathan decided to head into the next alleyway he saw in order to get somewhere quiet. Leaning against a wall, he brought out his phone and began to look at google maps to try and find the nearest train station.

"ねえ!"

A hoarse voice suddenly barked out somewhere to Johnathan's left caused him to jump and look up from his phone - there was an elderly woman standing in the middle of a doorway, her eyes peeking through the large circle glasses she wore directly at Johnathan.

"す-すみません?" he stammered, looking to his right to make sure there wasn't someone else there she might have been talking to.

"Yes you!" she shouted, nodding fervently. "Come here!" she beckoned Johnathan with a bony finger and he immediately began to approach her.

"なんでしょう？" he asked.

"You want free massage?" the woman offered back. "You foreigner so free!"

Johnathan opened his mouth to decline - after all he wasn't just going to blindly enter a random building for a free massage - but as he got a quick peek inside, he noticed that the spa didn't seem to be anywhere near as shifty or dirty as the exterior. Stepping inside to follow the old woman, Johnathan found himself in a rather modern looking lobby, with cream and white walls surrounding him along with warm yellow lights. The floor was made out some sort of dark, olive green marble and as Johnathan approached the counter, he noticed it too was made out of a whiter stone. A young japanese woman stood behind it, with the way her sleek brown hair was styled into a simple ponytail and the white cheongsam dress she wore giving her a very neat and tidy look.

"こんにちは!" she chirped with a beaming smile as Johnathan came to a stand still. "私たちのスパへようこそ!"

"こんにちは," Johnathan said back. "私はしたいのですが...ええと..." he scratched his chin as he think of anything beyond a massage that happened in a spa.

It was then that the old woman reappeared, walking past Johnathan and the counter to talk to the girl, leaning toward her to whisper something into her ear. After a couple seconds, the girl glanced at Johnathan and nodded eagerly. "クイック、このように来る!" she minced around the counter whilst gesturing at Johnathan to come with her, and he did so in a curious and confused manner. Following the girl, Johnathan soon found himself a small room with nothing but a wooden table and a black leather bed with a hole where the pillows would be.

"服を脱いでテーブルに横たえてください," the girl said as she gestured at the table, and then to the bed. There was a brief moment of silence were Johnathan expected the woman to turn around and leave... but instead she just sort of stood there, clearly expecting him to just take off his right there. An awkward blush flooding his face, Johnathan turned around and slipped out of his shirt and trousers; leaving him in just his plain blue boxers. Dumping his clothes on to the table next to him, Johnathan then sat up on the table and asked the girl what the massage would entail.

"Front and back," she replied instantly. "But we do back first, okay?"

Nodding, Johnathan then slid onto the massage bed and laid down on his stomach, wriggling around a bit so his face was comfortably resting inside the hole. As he lay there, the door leading out to the lobby was slowly opened and the old woman hobbled in with a metallic tray that contained a pair of blue rubber gloves small white circular container. After she gently placed the tray down, the old woman then grabbed Johnathan's clothing and took them out with her, making sure to close the door just as quietly as she had opened it. Alone once more, the girl tugged the gloves onto her hands before unscrewing the lid off the container to reveal a gelatinous blue substance laying with in. Using two fingers, the girl then scooped up some of it before placing it onto Johnathan's back and rubbing it into his skin - Johnathan shivered as he felt a sticky coldness suddenly appear on his back, but as the girl began to massage it in... it quickly heated up and felt as if he were being slowly pressed against a wet blanket. The sensation of the gel as it melted into him caused his skin to tingle, and this tingling sensation only spread along with the gel as the girl's hands worked their way up and down his spine.

Around three minutes or so later the gel was now completely spread across Johnathan's back; now that it had settled in and started to dry off, it seemed to be changing into a flaky tanned colour. The girl then began to slowly peel the flakes off, revealing that the tan had actually sunken into Johnathan's skin; replacing its' bleached paleness with a beige like tone. As Johnathan felt the girl peel off the gel, he couldn't believe how sensitive it seemed to be as the cool air hit it - it was like he could feel how softer and smoother his skin was without even needing to touch it! Every so often however, there was a little stinging sensation as the process caused his body hair to peel off along with the dried gel.

Once the girl had taken as much of the gel as she could, she then tapped Johnathan gently on the shoulder and said; "Turn round please!" Immediately flipping onto his stomach, Johnathan gasped a little as he noticed how firmer his back seemed to feel - he'd always had a bit of a slouch, but now it felt like his back had actually been massaged into a perfect S shape that caused his chest and butt to stick out just a little. He was soon snapped out of his thoughts however, as a pair of chunky, plastic goggles suddenly hovered in front of his vision.

"Put on, please!"

Taking the goggles off the girl, Johnathan quickly leaned his head upwards and slid them onto his face before falling back onto the "pillow" behind him. The girl then lathered her hands up with gel again... but she then moved to the left side and started to rub the gel into Johnathan's arm, immediately sending waves of tingles up the limb that went straight down his spine - as the girl did this, Johnathan could actually both hear and feel his bones popping and cracking as she used her tight get comfortable grip to pull and tug, each one causing another pulse to shoot down and add to the pleasing numbing sensation that was starting to fill him. However, what Johnathan didn't notice was that with each pop and crack, the length of his arm grew a little as the scrawny muscle there filled out a tiny bit, making them look that bit longer and slenderer than before; his skin eventually dimming to the same tone as his back. The girl made sure the gel spread down to Johnathan's hand, and as it became quickly coated in the substance his fingers started to slim down; their nails growing out a couple centimeters and almost matching the massuse's. Once that arm was done, the girl quickly walked over to the other side and did the same routine there to the other, leaving them completely identical... as well as out of place considering how pasty his chest was.

Taking a third scoop of the gel, the girl then rubbed both her hands together to cover her palms entirely in them before placing them square on Johnathan's chest and rubbing them about - it immediately started to work as he felt a warmth seep through his skin and inside his body, like he'd just drank some sort of whiskey or hot chocolate. This, combined with the sensual and relaxing way the girl had been massaging his body was beginning to take a toll as he found his eyes getting heavier and heavier, as well finding it harder to really think properly...

A little smirk grew on the girl's face as she saw Johnathan's head lull to the side slightly - she'd only been doing this for a couple years now and the fact that this foreigner had fallen asleep in less than ten minutes must surely be a sign of how good she had become. But as she continued to rub her hands down into Johnathan's waist, she began to wonder if it was less to do with her hands and more to do with the gel that they were covered in... It'd only been a couple months since those men in suits came to give her and her grandmother this stuff - the two of them were very confused at the time as they'd never ordered such a thing, but once the men explained just how much money they'd be given to use this on any foreigners that came in, neither of them really questioned why they were or chosen... or why the gel did what it did.

Speaking of which, the girl was snapped out of her thoughts as she felt Johnathan's waist suddenly push out against her hands as his pelvis widened out and gave his otherwise androgynous body some feminine curves. As this happened, she could feel the upper part of Johnathan's waist pulling inwards as it made a tight hourglass look before the skin there started to fill out with the same creamy colour that was on his arms. With what little gel remained on her hands now, the girl decided to gently place them onto Johnathan's neck and lightly rub up and down - within a matter of seconds, she felt the bump of his adam's apple against her palm slowly melt away, eventually leaving his neck completely smooth as the little bits of stubble he had dropped off and stuck onto the gloves.

It was then that Johnathan woke up; a tingling sensation combined with a light pressure weighing down on his neck proving too uncomfortable to ignore in his sleep. Sitting up slightly, Johnathan opened his mouth to ask what was going on, but as he moved his mouth it felt as if he were almost in a dream - like his mouth was moving and he saying what he wanted to say... but for some reason, it just didn't sound right for some reason.

"What's going on?"

The girl gasped and jumped back in surprise, her eyes wide as she raised a hand to her mouth. When she eventually replied, it felt like something was tingling within Johnathan's brain, like as if he were reading her mind instead of actually listening to the words that came out of her mouth.

"N-Nothing miss..ster!" she blurted out. "You just spooked me with how suddenly you woke up, ahaha!" Turning to the tray, the girl then put the lid on whatever gel she was massaging into his body and screwed it on tightly before peeling the gloves off of her hands, slapping them into the tray before saying; "It's time for the next part of your session! Please, follow me."

Sliding up and off the bed, Johnathan followed the girl out of the room in a rather dazy manner - he didn't even seem to notice that he was still just in his boxers or that his clothes were missing. Silently following the girl through a hallway, Johnathan did find himself feeling a little bit... different, somehow - there was something weird about the way he was walking, like there was a bit of a natural sway in his step that he was sure hadn't been there before... Johnathan didn't have enough time to think properly about this as he soon found himself entering a room with a black cobblestone floor that stretched halfway up the wall before being lined up to the ceiling with warm looking panels of wood. To the right of him was a counter filled with what seemed to be various makeup utensils and a mirror, along with a long wooden bench to sit on - but that wasn't what really caught Johnathan's eye. What did was the massive pool only a couple of feet away from him, the intense heat already coating his skin in a tight warm embrace.

"Don't worry, the onsen is designed so that the water doesn't scald you no matter what," the girl chimed. "And because you're a special customer, you can spend as long as you like in it!"

"Thank you," Johnathan said as he bowed - as he came back up, he found himself wondering why he'd just done that... perhaps he was just starting to get immersed into the culture or something, or perhaps he was just finally being properly polite. Regardless, he didn't think about it for much longer as he turned around and walked over to the onsen. Standing at the edge, he then cautiously moved a foot forwards and dipped it into the water - and just like the girl had said, the water wasn't boiling hot but rather a pleasurable comfy warmth. Sighing with satisfaction, Johnathan then placed his other foot into the onsen and began to carefully walk down the steps beneath him up; stopping once the water was halfway up his chest when he finally sat down.

Almost completely submerged, Johnathan groaned as he leant back against the edge of the pool and stretched his legs out as far as they could go. As he sat there surrounded by the water and steam, he began to feel a gentle tingling build across his body - no doubt this was just the from gel that girl had put on whilst she was massaging him reacting to the hot water... and in fact, he was entirely correct: The gel was now began to melt into Johnathan's skin thanks to the temperature, and meant that certain areas such as his legs were now starting to be affected by it, their scrawny stick-like look disappearing as they were filled up with the same lean yet plump muscle that was contained in his arms, the thighs thickening out to match the width of his hips. A tiny ache appearing in his legs, Johnathan groaned quietly as he raised his legs and tried his best to stretch them out even further, something that he knew was silly and impossible... and yet the impossible thing happened; his legs slowly growing out a couple inches more and making them look even longer and sleeker than they already appeared to be. His feet changed next, shrinking a couple sizes to match his legs, the nails being coated in a bright blood red polish. Feeling his legs actually pop and snap as they grew out, Johnathan let out an airy sigh as more tingles ran up and down his lengthening lower limbs, pleased that his body was finally giving into the relaxation.

There was then a tingling sensation on Johnathan's back, although unlike the others before this one seemed to carry the tiniest of itches with it... but that was precisely what it made so irritating! Leaning over slightly, Johnathan groaned as he leaned over and started dragging a hand across his back... and almost immediately he began to feel not only flakes of dried gel getting scraped off but also an odd trickling feeling that was likely due to steam rolling down his back... but what was really happening was that same creamy skin colour that covered his arms, chest and now his legs started to appear there. As the change creeped down his back however, something else started to etch itself into Johnathan's silky smooth skin... a series of black lines began to spread, occasionally joining together and curving around to create all kinds of shapes: Two oval eyes appeared just beside his left shoulder along with three long curved talons on each of its hands and rows of even sharper teeth - in a matter of seconds the tattoo of a dragon had inscribed itself onto Johnathan's back; whilst it was colourless he knew it wouldn't be long until he was an proper member of the Yakuza.

Johnathan's content face suddenly frowned at that thought: Member of the Yakuza? Where had that thought come from? First things first, he actually had to be Japanese in order to be a member... and whilst he did have Japanese heritage, he would've still been considered a gajin... although considering he'd actually spent most of his life in Japan, he couldn't really think of a reason why they'd say no to him. As this train of thought worked itself out in Jun's mind, the pieces of gel that had been melting off of his body from the heat had turned into rather thick mist, and with each following breath a lightheartedness appeared in his head as his jawline thinned out and gave his face a more oval look. His angular, blocky nose followed suit as it shifted into a smaller and more button shaped style and his lips began to tingle as they filled out and became that little bit plumper and bigger than before. As the beige flowed over his eyes, Jun suddenly gasped as a stinging suddenly popped around them - obviously some water must've got into his eyes - and he cursed loudly before rubbing them vigorously, unaware that his eyelids were thickening along with his unfurling eyelashes, his bright blue eyes dimming into an almost chocolatey brown. Finally the changes reached his hair; a jet black colour spreading out from the roots and all over the sandy blond locks like oil - but that wasn't all that changed, as Jun's hair surged down past his shoulders and pooled in the water, clearly long enough to go down to his rear.

As Jun continued to lounge in the onsen, he found himself thinking about how he could ever possibly not be a part of the yakuza... he'd always been a bit of a delinquent in school, always getting into trouble with the other girls, and by the time he was eighteen years old his friend Daichi asked him if he'd be interested in joining the Yakuza - he'd instantly said yes, but as he was driven to his first initial meeting, he couldn't help but remember feeling a little bit nervous because... because... because he was a girl, wasn't she?

Jun's body immediately started to change one final time as his currently flat behind began to spontaneously bubble out with thick pillowy flesh, changing it into a tight, firm yet bubbly butt that was finally fitting with his thick thighs and and wide waist, with Jun rising ever so slightly in the onsen as a result of his now cushiony ass. A warmth then pooled around his chest - a warmth that shouldn't have been possible considering his chest wasn't anywhere near the water - and suddenly the are around Jun's nipples started to fill out with the same jiggly pliable tissue that was in his butt, quickly blooming out into a pair of C sized breasts that rested comfortably on his chest, visibly rising and falling with each slow and heavy breath. This left only one final part of Jun's original self remaining, and with one hard tug they suddenly pulled into his groin and buried themselves deep into his hips, quickly forming into ovaries and a clitoris, sending a brief hot flash through Minako's body and causing her to ball her hands into fists as a shudder forced its' way through her body.

"Shit!" she hissed under her breath, running a hand through her hair. "Guess all that sake from last night is still in my system..." Cupping some water and splashing it onto her face, Minako look down at her reflection in the water... and found herself unable to pull her eyes away - there was just something about her that seemed different in some way, like she'd never noticed how beautiful she was until now. Of course, Minako was already used to others catcalling or wolfwhistling her during the day, along with the odd pinch of her butt or cupping one of her breasts as she moved about in a nightclub. Of course, what those men didn't realise was that she was an Onēsan, an experienced female member of the Yakuza... and as a numerous about of men with broken jaws, ribs or hands could attest to, she was an expert at revealing this information to them.

Pushing herself upright, Minako sighed as she ran both her hands through her long black hair, stringing the water out of the end for a couple seconds before turning around to step out - just as the masseuse entered holding her new, freshly cleaned clothes. Seeing the completely naked gangster emerging out of the pool, the girl yelped out a quick "Sorry!" and began to immediately duck back out of the room, but paused once Minako barked "Wait!" Nervously sliding back inside, the young woman simply bowed her head and stared directly at the floor, which made Minako scoff. "Seriously? C'mon, I don't have anything you haven't seen on yourself countless times before," she said before yanking the clothes out of the masseuses' hands. Slipping into her lacy black pants and form fitting office trousers, Minako then put on the plain white blouse and adjusted it slightly around her waist before looking at the masseuse once more.

"W-what is it, ma'am?" she said, her eyes darting about as she fought the urge to continue looking downwards.

"Nothing," Minako said calmly. "I... I just wanted to know what your name was."

"I-It's Masuyo, ma'am." she answered immediately as a nervous blush flooded her cheeks.

"Nice to meet ya," Minako said with a smirk. "You're pretty good with your hands - think I'll have to come back here again some time."

"O-oh, thank you so much, ma'am!"

"Call me Minako, please."

"Yes, of course ma... Minako-sama."

Nodding gently, Minako moved past Masuyo and left the room.

---

It had only been three months since Johnathan West's disappearance, but it seemed that his was only the beginning of many tourist disappearances that suddenly rose up in Japan for an unexplained reason. Whilst it wasn't hard to assume that it was perhaps some sort of black market trafficking situation going on, the fact that these people seemingly disappeared out of thin air in a city as advanced as Tokyo was starting to cause a lot of trouble for the police, especially as their reputation had been at all time high since their crackdowns of the Yakuza.

Detective Ayumu was strolling down one of Tokyo's bustling pavements, weaving his way through the sea of umbrellas and people as the sky bucketed down water. For the past two weeks he'd been combing the entire city for any potential leads or suspects, and it was only now that he'd managed to find the tiniest trace of a clue - apparently there was a spa around here that had suddenly had a large surge of money, as well as a surprising amount of some sort of cream. Whilst Ayumu wasn't sure it had anything to do with the disappearances, he had a feeling that the spa was some sort of smuggling or rendezvous point for Yakuza gangs.

Turning to his left, Ayumu started to head down a barely noticeable alleyway and approached a rather old looking building that matched in with the rest of the neglected, dirty area. Moving towards the building, Ayumu's eyes widened as he stepped inside to find that the interior was surprisingly immaculate, pure white walls and sparkling marble floors. Directly ahead of him was a stone counter, where a woman with a white cheongsam stood typing quickly into a laptop. Approaching the woman, the detective waited a couple seconds before clearing his throat.

"Oh, I'm sorry sir!" the woman said as she jumped. "Are you here for an appointment?"

"No, miss." Ayumu said before pulling out his badge and flashing it at the woman. "I'm here to ask you some questions about the... nature of your customers and suppliers."

"I-I mean... we do get a lot of business men here," the woman answered in careful fashion. "Of course it would be nosy to ask what they do when they're not using our spa, sir..."

"Do you mind if I at least check the premises?"

"Don't you need a warrant for that?" the woman questioned to Ayumu's annoyance. "Although I suppose there is one other way you could check..."

The seasoned detective opened his mouth to say no, but it was then that he noticed now achey his back felt, as well as uncomfortable he was in slightly saturated clothing... letting out a weary sigh, Ayumu nodded.  "How much is it for a massage?"

"Around ¥7461!"

Slapping a wad of yen on the table, the young woman nodded before placing it under the counter and walking around it. "Please follow me, sir..."

---

It must have been ten or maybe even twenty minutes later now, but Ayako - Ayumu felt that something was off... whilst the massage the woman had given him had felt unbelievably good - it was as if he'd never had any back pain in his life now - he couldn't help but feel that he felt a little too refreshed, as if he were somehow lighter or thinner than he was before... and was it just him, or did his entire gait just feel completely different too? He couldn't quite put his hand on it, but it was as if his hips had somehow gained extra weight, or perhaps they'd grown out slightly... but that just sounded so utterly impossible! But as he followed the girl to the spa (which she had adamantly recommended), he swore that skin was too smooth, if even he'd just had gel rubbed into it...

The girl suddenly stopped, and Ayumu almost found himself bumping into her were it not for the fact that she'd moved out of the way as she slowly opened the door. "I'll be back in around ten minutes with your clothes, ma'am."

"Th...thank you," he said with a slight bow, something in the back of his mind niggling at him as he walked past her and stepped into the onsen room. Slowly making his way towards the pool, Ayumu noticed through the steam that there was someone sitting on the other end, their arms spread across the edge as they lounged against the wall. As he got even closer, Ayumu gasped as he noticed that it was a woman with long, flowing hair and instinctively went to cover his crotch, but the woman only chuckled.

"Make yourself at home, Ayako." she said, something in the tone of her voice that made the detective feel nervous. "I think we're going to get to know each other very well over this little session, my loyal Imōto..."