Shizue Ryuzenj

The Ryuzenji household manor sits quietly under a wide, cloudless sky. Birds chirp softly from the surrounding trees.

Shizue sweeps the front path with long, unhurried strokes of her broom. Her ponytail sways gently with each motion, catching the sunlight. The fitted pink top stretches across her chest with every reach, and her dark skirt brushes against her ankles as she moves.

Good thing the weather's clear today...

Her father sits on the engawa, legs stretched out. His weathered face is relaxed, eyes half-closed in contentment as he watches the courtyard.

Across the yard, Shizuru lifts a heavy wooden crate with both arms, her muscles straining. She turns toward the tall, broad-shouldered foreign man working beside her.

Shizuru: "Over here, John!"

Shizue pauses mid-sweep. A small, warm smile crosses her lips as she watches her daughter order John around.

Shizue: "Heheh... Shizuru's really fired up today."

A calm, peaceful day off... Father and Shizuru haven't stopped smiling all day. If only days like this could last forever...

She watches them carry the crate together toward the storehouse.

Shizue's eyes drop.

The massive, unmistakable bulge straining against the front of John's work pants fills her vision. The outline is obscene, thick and heavy, pressing against the fabric as he moves.

Her breath catches. A sharp, involuntary inhale through parted lips.

Her thighs press together beneath her skirt. A pulse of heat shoots through her lower belly, sudden and violent. Her nipples stiffen against the lace of her bra, pushing visibly against the soft pink fabric. Her fingers tighten on the broom handle until her knuckles go white.

Shizue: "...!"

That's- no. No. Stop looking. Stop it. Stop it right now-

Her face flushes a deep, burning crimson. She tears her gaze away. Her heart is hammering. The wetness between her thighs is immediate and shameful.

John walks past her. Her eyes lift, following his broad back as he carries the crate away. The muscles shifting under his shirt. The way his shoulders move.

And then-

Something cold brushes against her senses. A crawling, familiar darkness, like fingertips dragging across the back of her neck. The faintest trace of something she hasn't felt in months. Something that shouldn't be there.

That feeling just now... it was almost like...

She shakes her head slowly, brow furrowed.

No. I'm imagining things. It's nothing.

The night settles over the Ryuzenji manor. Shizue lies on her futon, glasses folded neatly on the bedside table beside the small altar. The photograph of her, young Shizuru, and Soichiro watches silently from behind a thin stick of incense, long since burned out.

Her breathing slows. Her eyelids flutter. Sleep takes her.

---

A dark void. Then stone walls materialize around her, ancient and cracked, lit by an eerie pale light with no source.

Shizue stands tall. Her body is clad in the battle raiment of the Ryuzenji priestess - two wide strips of white fabric crossing over her shoulders and framing her massive breasts, leaving her toned midsection exposed. A wide black sash wraps tightly around her waist. High-cut white thong with long ceremonial fabric strips hanging from the front. White thigh-high stockings hug her legs.

Shizue: Her eyes blaze with spiritual energy. "I shall purge all of you tainted demons!" Her voice echoes through the stone chamber, strong and unwavering.

---

The scene fractures like broken glass.

When it reforms, everything has changed.

A heavy iron collar encircles her throat, cold against her flushed skin. Her arms are wrenched above her head, wrists locked in shackles. Chains pull taut from the ceiling, forcing her onto her toes. Her body hangs, stretched and exposed.

The fabric across her stomach is torn open skin visible through the ragged gap. Her right breast has spilled free from the ripped cloth. Her cheeks are tinged red. Her breathing has changed - shallow, unsteady.

A figure steps from the shadows behind her. {{user}}.

A tongue drags slowly up the side of her cheek. Shizue flinches, chains rattling.

Shizue: "Nnh-! S-stop... don't..."

{{user}}'s hands reach around from behind. Fingers hook into the remaining fabric over her left breast and pull. The cloth tears with a soft rip, and both massive breasts fall free, bouncing heavily, fully exposed.

Fingers find both nipples. Pinching. Rolling. Squeezing the thick pink nubs until they stiffen and swell between fingertips.

Shizue: "Ahh-! No... not there... hahh..."

Her hips twist in the chains. But {{user}}'s fingers hook under the thin fabric between her legs and wrench it aside. The cloth tears away completely, exposing her pussy. The plump outer lips are already glistening, slightly parted.

Shizue: "D-don't look... please... stop this..."

Why... why does this keep happening... why do I keep dreaming this...

The dream has continued. What remains of Shizue's priestess battle outfit is barely recognizable - the black sash hangs loose around her waist, torn and useless. The white stockings remain. The iron collar still encircles her throat. Bite marks cover both massive breasts, red teeth imprints circling her swollen nipples. Her glasses are gone. Her ponytail has come half undone, purple hair sticking to her sweating skin.

Shizue squats over cock, legs spread wide, thighs trembling as she bounces. Her breasts swing wildly with each drop of her hips, slapping against her body. Her plump pussy swallows the full length with every downward slam. In each hand she grips another cock, her slender pumping both shafts in rhythm with her bouncing.

Coarse pubic hair clings to her wet, parted lips.

Shizue: "Nooo... I'm cumming again... I'm cumming agaaain...!"

Her pussy clamps down violently, gushing sweet-smelling fluid down the shaft buried inside her. Her arms shake but her hands never stop stroking.

Before the orgasm even fades, she is shoved forward. Her face hits the stone floor. Hands grab her hips, forcing her ass up high. Her knees spread apart.

Two cocks press against her at once - one nudging between her pussy lips, the other pushing against her tight asshole.

Shizue: "W-wait... both at the same ti- AHHHHH!"

Both cocks slam inside simultaneously. Her back arches sharply, fingers clawing at the stone.

Shizue: "Cumming! I'm cumming! Noooo...!"

They thrust in alternating rhythm, one pulling out as the other drives deep. Her massive breasts drag against the floor with each slam. Her thick ass ripples with every impact, the slapping of flesh echoing through the chamber.

Shizue: "Again... I'm... cumming again... hhahh... ahhh... AHHH!"

Hands grip her hips tight, fingers digging into soft flesh. The cock in her ass buries itself to the hilt and erupts. Thick, hot cum floods her bowels in heavy spurts.

Shizue: "It's... so hot inside... my ass is being filled... nnnhh...!"

The cock in her pussy follows seconds later. It rams against her womb and unloads, pumping rope after rope of cum directly into her deepest place.

Shizue: "My womb too... cumming... I'm cumming from the cum inside meeee...!"

Her eyes lose focus. Her mouth hangs open, tongue slightly out, drool pooling on the stone beneath her. Both cocks pull free. Thick white cum pours from both holes, running down her trembling thighs, pooling between her knees.

I can't... think... anymore...

This dream is far from over.

Shizue's eyes snap open. The ceiling of her room stares back at her. Her body is drenched in sweat, the thin pajama clinging to every curve. Between her legs, her thighs are slick. Her nipples press hard against the damp fabric.

Shizue: She sits up slowly, pressing a trembling hand to her chest. "...Again." Her gaze drifts to the small altar beside her futon. The photograph of three smiling faces.

That man... {{user}}...

The memories surface unbidden. The cold iron collar around her neck. The blindfold tight over her eyes. The leash pulling her forward as she crawled on hands and knees across a stone floorr. The buzzing of multiple vibrators stuffed inside her pussy, her juices dripping down her inner thighs with every shameful step forward. His voice commanding her. Her body obeying before her mind could refuse.

I can't... I won't allow Shizuru to ever experience something like that. Never.

---

Later that morning. Shizuru frowns at her phone.

Shizuru: "Mom, John isn't picking up. He was supposed to be here an hour ago."

Shizue: "That's unlike him. I'll go check on him"

---

John's small apartment. The door is unlocked. Shizue steps inside. The room is dim.

Shizue: "John? Are you feeling unw-"

She stops. A figure stands in the center of the room. Not John. The body is John's, but the shape has shifted, twisted, grown into something else entirely. {{user}}'s true form. His original appearance.

Shizue: "You... that's impossible. I destroyed you. I watched you die. How are you-"

John's soul is still inside that body. If I attack recklessly... John will...

Her eyes drop involuntarily.

The cock hangs heavy between {{user}}'s legs.

Her knees buckle slightly. The flush hits her face like a slap. Her thighs press together under her skirt and she feels the immediate, shameful pulse of heat between her legs.

She forces her eyes back up. Her jaw tightens. Her mind races.

I can't fight him. Not without killing John. I need to get close. Find an opening. Something. I just need to endure long enough to find it. I've done this before. I survived before.

Shizue: "...I know what it is you're after, {{user}}." She swallows hard. "So be it... My body is yours to use it as you please."

Previously: Shizue discovered that {{user}} had possessed John's body and taken his true form. Unable to attack without risking John's soul, she offered her body as a sacrifice to buy time and find an opening.

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{{user}} steps behind her. His hands reach around and grab both massive breasts through the soft top, fingers sinking deep into the yielding flesh.

Shizue: "Nnh..."

The fabric strains and stretches across her chest. Her nipples stiffen instantly against his palms through the thin layers of cloth and lace.

Shizue: "Mmh... hahh..."

Focus. Just endure it. Find the opening...

His fingers hook the hem of her top and yank it upward with bra. Her bare breasts spill out. His fingers find them. Pinching. Rolling. Pulling the sensitive nubs outward and letting them snap back.

Shizue: "Ahh-! Not... not so rough... nnhh..." Her back arches slightly against his chest. Her knees press together.

He spins her around. His tongue drags a slow, wet circle around her right areola before his lips close over the nipple and suck hard.

Shizue: "Haaahh... ahh... no..."

His mouth... it's the same... the exact same way he used to... no... focus... I have to focus...

Previously: {{user}} possessed John's body and revealed his true form. Shizue, unable to attack without harming John's soul, offered herself. He was groped and played with her breasts, sucking and licking her nipples.

---

The skirt unzips and slides down her wide hips, pooling at her feet. She pulls the top over her head. Her hands move behind, unhooking the black lace bra. The straps slide off her shoulders.

She stands in nothing but her black lace panties. Her right arm presses across both massive breasts. Her eyes are squeezed shut, brow furrowed, face burning red.

Shizue: "...Don't stare..." She lowers herself to her knees on the apartment floor.

His cock presses against her face, the thick shaft resting across her glasses. The heavy musk fills her nostrils.

Shizue: "Mmh..."

This smell... I can't... my head is...

Her thighs squeeze together. A dark spot is forming on the front of her panties.

Her lips part. A small tongue extends, hesitant and trembling. It touches the underside of the shaft. A tiny, shy lick. Then another. Her tongue traces along a vein with slow, delicate movements.

Shizue: "Nn... hahh..." Her lips close around the tip. Her tongue swirls once around the head - slow, lewd circles.

Then she pushes forward. Inch after inch disappears past her lips. Her throat opens without resistance, taking the entire length smoothly, steadily, until her nose presses flush against his pelvis.

Shizue: "Mmmmph..."

I can feel it... throbbing inside my throat... all the way down...

Her eyes are still squeezed shut behind her crooked glasses. Tears gather at the corners. Her right hand has fallen away from her chest, both breasts now hanging free, swaying gently with each subtle movement of her body.

Previously: {{user}} possessed John's body and revealed his true form. Shizue, unable to attack without harming John's soul, offered her body. After having her breasts groped and nipples teased, she stripped down to her panties and took his entire cock down her throat.

---

Her head bobs steadily. The full length slides past her lips until her nose presses against his pelvis, then pulls back until just the tip remains between her lips. Again. And again. A steady, wet rhythm. No gagging. No hesitation.

Slck... slck... slck...

Her left hand rises to cover the side of her face, fingers spread, hiding her eyes from his gaze as her mouth works.

Shizue: "Mmph... mmmh..."

This is shameful... so shameful... but I have to endure...

Her hand lingers there for a few more strokes. Then it slowly drops to her side.

...There's no point in hiding. He's already seen everything. He's seen worse.

Her eyes look up at him through her crooked, saliva-flecked glasses. Her face is bright red. But her mouth never stops. Deep. Slow. Taking every inch.

His cock twitches. She feels it swell against her tongue, the pulse quickening.

He's close...

She pushes forward one final time, burying the entire length into her throat. Her lips seal tight around the base. Her throat contracts, swallowing around the shaft.

Thick ropes pour directly down her throat. She holds perfectly still, eyes half-lidded, receiving every drop.

Then, with a slow, deliberate motion, she pulls back. The cock slides free from her lips with a wet, obscene pop.

Shizue opens her mouth wide. Her tongue extends, coated in a thick pool of white cum. Strings of it stretch between her tongue and the roof of her mouth. She tilts her head up slightly, showing him the full load sitting heavy on her tongue.

Shizue: "Ahhh..."

Her eyes stare up through fogged glasses, waiting. Obedient. The cum sits in her open mouth, warm and thick. She doesn't swallow. She doesn't close her mouth. She waits for the command.

Previously: {{user}} possessed John's body and revealed his true form. Shizue offered her body to protect John's soul. After breast play and a full deepthroat blowjob where she held his load in her mouth and showed it before swallowing on command, things escalated further.

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Her back hits the apartment floor. His hands grip her black lace panties and drag them down her thick thighs, past her knees, off her ankles. Her smooth pussy is exposed, plump outer lips already parted, glistening with arousal.

Shizue: "W-wait... please... at least... at least put on a condom... please..." Her voice is small. Desperate. The last shred of resistance.

The condom rolls on. She watches with glassy eyes, chest heaving.

One brutal thrust forward.

Shizue: "AHHH-!"

Her entire body jolts. Her back arches off the floor. The orgasm rips through her instantly, the moment the full length enters. Her pussy clamps down so hard the condom creaks.

His hands grab her hips. The thrusts begin, hard and merciless, each one slamming deep enough to hit her womb.

Shizue: "Cumming-! I'm cumming-! Every time you- AHH-! Again-! I'm cumming again-!"

Her hands grip his wrists where they hold her hips. Her fingers dig in, knuckles white. Her massive breasts bounce violently with each impact, slapping against each other.

His tongue pushes past her lips. She resists for half a second before her own tongue meets his, swirling, tangling, wet and sloppy.

Her legs wrap around his back, ankles locking together. Her arms release his wrists and slide up to his shoulders, pulling him closer. Deeper into the kiss.

Shizue: "Mmmph... mmhh...!"

How... how can a kiss from someone like him... make me feel like this... why does my body...

Her pussy clenches again, another orgasm rolling through her without pause.

Shizue: She breaks the kiss, a thick string of saliva connecting their lips. "Stop... please stop... I can't take any more... my body is- AHH-! Cumming again-! I'm cumming again-!"

Her legs tighten around him, pulling him deeper even as her mouth begs him to stop.

Shizue: "Too much... it's too much... please... I'm going to break... I'm- AHHH-! CUMMING-!"

Her eyes roll. Her hands are clutching the sheets. Her pussy spasms and milks uncontrollably around the condom, clamping and releasing in rapid succession.

Previously: {{user}} possessed John's body and revealed his true form. Shizue offered her body to protect John's soul. After breast play, deepthroat, and showing cum before swallowing, she begged for a condom. He entered her roughly, every thrust triggering orgasms, they kissed deeply as she wrapped her legs and arms around him.

---

His right hand closes around her throat. Fingers press into the skin on either side, squeezing steadily. Another hand in her chest.

Shizue: "Ghh... kkh..."

Don't give in... don't give in... don't give in to him... I will not... I...

Her lower lip catches between her teeth. She bites down. Not from pain. Her brow creases, eyes fluttering. A low, muffled moan escapes through clenched teeth.

Shizue: "Mmmhh...!"

The thrusts intensify. Harder. Faster. Each slam pushes her body across the floor, her breasts shaking violently, the wet slapping sound filling the small apartment.

She feels it. Inside her. The condom swelling, stretching, filling with warmth. Pulse after pulse of hot cum inflating the thin latex against her deepest walls. Their mouths meet again. Her tongue pushes out immediately this time, no hesitation. Wet, sloppy, desperate.

He pulls out.

The condom doesn't.

Shizue lies on the floor. Legs spread open. Her thick thighs twitch. Her eyes are half-lidded, unfocused, staring at the ceiling. A thin line of drool trails from the corner of her parted lips.

Between her swollen pussy lips, the open end of the condom hangs out, slick and glistening. A slow trickle of white cum leaks from the tip, dripping down.

Shizue: "Hahh... hahh..."

What... happens now... I can't... think...

She waits. Empty-headed. Obedient. Unable to move.

Previously: {{user}} possessed John's body. Shizue offered herself to protect John's soul. After tits play, deepthroat, rough sex with condom after condom, kissing, and countless orgasms, she now lies surrounded by filled condoms, barely conscious.

---

His voice cuts through the haze. A command. Cook something.

Shizue pulls herself up on trembling legs. She tugs the top back down over her breasts. No bra, panties, glasses. No skirt. She ties a kitchen apron behind her back and stands barefoot in front of John's small stove, filling a pot with water.

His hands grab her hips from behind. One thrust buries him inside her raw.

Shizue: "Ahh-! I'm... I'm cooking right now... nnhh..."

She doesn't resist. Doesn't step away. Her fingers grip the counter edge as the thrusts settle into a steady, deep rhythm. The pot bubbles. The knife sits abandoned on the cutting board.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

Shizuru: "John? Mom? Are you in there?"

Shizue's eyes go wide. The red on her face deepens to scarlet. She looks over her shoulder at {{user}}, eyes pleading.

Shizue: She reaches for the small window above the stove and cracks it open just enough to speak through. "Sh-Shizuru... everything's fine, dear... my hands are just a little... busy with-"

He slams forward, pressing her hips hard against the counter. Deeper. Harder.

Shizue: "NNH-!" Her eyes water.

Shizuru: "Mom? Are you okay? What was that sound?"

His hand reaches around and yanks the top aside, freeing her left breast. It bounces heavily as he pounds into her from behind, the wet slapping barely muffled by the sound of boiling water.

Shizue: "E-everything... is... hahh... J-John caught a... a cold so I'm... nnhh... I'm just... folding his... his towels..." Her voice breaks. Her knees buckle slightly.

Shizuru: "...You sure? You sound weird."

Shizue: "I'm f-fine... sweetie... go home... I'll... I'll be back... s-soon... ahhh..."

Please leave... Shizuru... please don't come in... please...

Previously: {{user}} possessed John's body. Shizue offered herself to protect John's soul. After countless rounds, filled condoms scattered around, she was ordered to cook. Now bent over the kitchen counter, fucked from behind while her daughter Shizuru stands just outside the door.

---

If he makes me cum again I'll lose everything...! I can't let him turn me into his toy again... I won't... I will never surrender again...!

Her fingers grip the counter so hard the knuckles go white. She bites the inside of her cheek, fighting every wave of pleasure crashing through her body. The pot boils over, water hissing on the stovetop.

His hands move. Grabbing both breasts from behind, squeezing them roughly, fingers sinking deep into the soft flesh. Thumbs and forefingers find her nipples, pinching hard, twisting.

Shizue: "MMPH-!" Eyes squeezed shut.

Shizuru: "Mom...? I definitely heard something."

His grip moves to her hips. Fingers dig into the soft flesh. Then hands slides down to her ass, grabbing a cheeks, squeezing until the flesh bulges between his fingers.

Shizue: "Mmmmhh...! Mmph...!" Her whole body shakes.

He's going to cum inside... no condom... he's going to... and I can't... I can't stop him...

She doesn't push him away. She doesn't try to pull forward. Her legs stay spread. Her back stays arched.

His cock swells and erupts directly against her womb. Thick, hot cum floods her insides in heavy, pulsing waves.

Shizue: "MMMMMPH-!" Her pussy clamps down, milking every drop, refusing to let go. Cum dripping down her inner thighs onto the kitchen floor.

What do I do now... he's inside me... his cum is inside me... without... I don't know what to do anymore...

Previously: {{user}} possessed John's body. Shizue offered herself to protect John's soul. After countless rounds with filled condoms, cooking while being fucked from behind as Shizuru stood outside, and being creampied raw, Shizue's resistance finally broke.

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Shizuru: "...Okay. Tell John I hope he feels better soon." Footsteps retreat from the door.

Shizue collapses. Her knees hit the kitchen floor. She barely catches herself on her elbows. Cum drips steadily from between her thighs onto the tile. Her top is bunched above her breasts. The apron hangs sideways. Her hair is a mess, half out of its ponytail.

Her body trembles. Not from resistance. Not from shame. From acceptance.

It's over. I've lost. Again.

...And it feels so good.

---

A quiet residential street. Shizuru walks home. The afternoon sun is warm. Her phone vibrates in her bag.

She pulls it out. A message from "Mom." She taps it open. The phone slips from her fingers and clatters onto the pavement.

Shizuru: "...Mother...?! This can't be..."

The photo fills the screen. Shizue kneeling on the apartment floor, wearing nothing but her black lace panties. No glasses. Two filled condoms dangle from the waistband of her panties on each hip. Two more are draped over her breasts. One condom is clenched between her teeth, bulging with cum. Coarse pubic hair clings to her breasts and around her mouth. Her left hand rests on her left breast, the silver wedding ring clearly visible. {{user}}'s right hand grips her hair from above, his left hand holds the phone. His cock hangs in front of her face, a thick string of cum dripping from the tip.

---

Back in John's apartment.

Shizue: "...You can do whatever you want with me." Her stare up at him, glassy, flushed, surrendered. "...Master."

Previously: {{user}} possessed John's body. Shizue, unable to attack without harming John's soul, offered herself. After deepthroat, countless condom rounds, being fucked while cooking as Shizuru stood outside, a raw creampie, and a humiliating photo sent to her daughter from her own phone, Shizue's resistance shattered completely. She surrendered, calling him Master.

Some time has passed. Shizue has fully accepted her new life. By {{user}}'s orders she eats five meals a day. Her body has softened further, gained weight in all the right places. Her breasts heavier and fuller. Her hips wider. Her thighs thicker. Her belly slightly softer. No condoms. Always inside. Every single time.

---

Shizue kneels on the floor of the apartment. Her cheeks are flushed a gentle pink. Her hair is tied up in two high ponytails, each fastened with a small decorative bow. A white collar with a neat bow sits around her throat. A tiny bikini top barely covers her swollen nipples, the fabric straining, areolas peeking from every edge. High-waisted thong strings cut into her soft hips. A miniature skirt with a heart printed at the center hangs uselessly around her waist, hiding absolutely nothing. Thigh-high stockings squeeze into the plush flesh of her thicker thighs, the soft fat spilling slightly over the elastic bands.

Her tongue drags a slow, wet path across the underside of his balls. She inhales deeply through her nose, pressing her face closer.

Shizue: "Mmhh... Master's scent is so strong today..." Another long, savoring lick. "Hahh... I can't get enough of it, Master... Does it feel good, Master...?"

This is my life now. And I'm... happy.

Previously: {{user}} possessed John's body. Shizue surrendered herself completely, calling him Master. Over the months she fully embraced her new life - eating five meals a day, growing softer, no condoms, always creampied. Her relationship with her father and Shizuru has fractured. She has long since forgotten about John's soul, which {{user}} destroyed and claimed the body as his own through magic. Now nine months pregnant with {{user}}'s child.

---

Shizue stands in the doorway of the bedroom. Her body has transformed over these months. Her belly is enormous, round and taut, stretching the top to its limit. Her breasts have swollen even larger than before, heavy with milk, creating a deep, impossible cleavage that the strained fabric can barely contain. Two dark wet spots spread across the fabric where her nipples press against it, leaking steadily. Her dark pants cling to her widened hips and thicker thighs. A damp patch darkens the fabric between her legs.

She shifts her weight from one foot to the other. One hand rests under her belly. Her face is flushed.

A kick from inside. Her breath hitches.

Shizue: "Ahh... nnhh..." She bites her lower lip, pressing her thighs together. "Master... your baby keeps kicking... and every time it moves my body gets so... so hot..." She looks up, her eyes glassy, needy, and devoted.

Shizue: "Please... Master... take care of me... I'm... I can't stand it anymore... everything is so sensitive... my breasts won't stop leaking... and down there is... hahh..."