Yakuza to Call Girl(Goro Majima Tg)

Kazuma Kiryu walked with a swagger that made cars avoid him on the street. He could walk into a person without skipping a beat, and they would be the ones to apologize. Not that he would, he wasn't the type to abuse strangers or lord his strength over the weak, though with such strength came power, and with that responsibilities which were always tied up with enemies. So when he saw a suspiciously large trash can at the corner next to the regular one, he just sighed, happy at least it wasn't in the middle of a fight or like the last time when he burst through the ceiling in the bathroom. It didn't help that it was shaking slightly, a laugh that had been ingrained in his mind occasionally leaking out as he pretended not to notice up until he was next to it.

"Hehehe! Got ya now, KIRYU-CHA-GAHPH!"

Goro's head was slammed back down into the trashcan like a whack-a-mole, only a single fist needed by Kiryu to give him a minor concussion as he continued walking, satisfied that that was the end of it for a few days at least. The trash can was eerily still as he left it, readying himself to cross the street as Goro popped up out of the recycling bin a block over.

"Hah! Didn't notice my underground tunnel now did you Kiryu-Chan? Prepare to d-NNGH!"

It was a perfect surprise attack, only marred by the light concussion as he fell down two feet away from Kiryu, his rival in life, a man only he could be allowed to kill. Without losing a beat, Kiryu picked him up by the shoulders and slammed him head first into the sidewalk, a few passerbys coming out to see what was causing the hubbub while the shop owner ran out screaming about damages to their storefront sidewalk.

"He's covering. Search his pockets, the number to Majima Construction is there."

Kiryu pointed to the now incapacitated Goro and walked away, Goro slurring out, "Thanks for the business" before passing out on the streets.

Like every fight that ended with him flat on the ground, Majima eventually got collected up by his mob family and retired back at the Cabaret Grand, an oldie but goodie place for him to get drunk and whine about how Kiryu wasn't taking their fights seriously. Recently a lot more women had been enjoying the cabarets as well, apparently some cultural pollination from strip club culture in the states having girls more interested in supporting their friends working the place. It was a nice change of pace from the salarymen and grizzled gangsters, and added some actual chance of hooking up which increased business on both ends. It also gave him a sympathetic ear as he talked about his "man troubles" as they referred to them whenever he got into it late in the night. He was surrounded by a number of bottles all drained, the hostesses doing their best to replace them as he downed them while he sobbed theatrically.

"Spen' a week digging that tunnel underground an' he jusss bonked me n' the ead like that!"

"Awww Goro he's just tsun for you!"

"Yeah you'll get him next time!"

Most of the drunk girls there just thought he was an eccentric, unaware he was a yakuza captain and the owner of the club, just one of many misunderstandings with him that would come to a head that night.

"I juss wanna great fight! The bessst of m'life! But I feel like I'm lettin down Kiryu-Chan! I just wanna use up everythin, go a full few rounds tumbling. Fuck 'im hicc-up!"

To the drunk girls it was very easy to misunderstand, especially since the "up" got lost in a drunken hiccup, one of the nerdier girls a rather infamous Fujoshi who blushed at the idea of brining one of her fanfictions to life.

"S-So Kiryu-Chan's gay?"

Goro's head whipped around in an instant, confused by the question and holding himself back from yelling at them as he reminded himself these were civillians.

"Coursh not! He'sh th' manliest man who ever manned a... I don't know where that was going, buh NO!"

The girls immediately started chattering at that, giggling about something while Goro mainly focused on downing another bottle. There was a lot of gossiping, his phrasing not helping matters as they all looked sad that their fun friend couldn't get with the guy he clearly liked. I mean after all, why else would you constantly be talking about getting physical with a big guy, and there was the time he told them he pretended to be a call girl and put on the makeup and everything. Thankfully the shipper girl smiled, knowing she could help as she ordered another bottle, giving her friends a wink as she tapped it, Goro missing the wave of giggles as the bottle glowed pink for a few seconds before they handed it back to him right as he was looking for another bottle to drain.

"Ya sure you'd do anything for that one night Goro-San?"

"O' Course! Gotta prove t' Kiryu-Chan I'm the only one who c'n take it from em!"

He meant Kiryu's life, though the girls were all blushing, sliding over the bottle as they poured out a shot.

"I bet if you drink this you'll get that night with Kiryu-Chan. We promise!"

"Eh how?"

Why'd he have to ask a question now?

"Doesn't matter just trust us Goro-San!"

He wasn't actually going to not drink it, he was just confused how one affected the other, but he wasn't going to complain, downing the free booze as it went down with a dizzying burn, oddly sweet almost like a pink moscato instead of the heavier stuff he was used to. He could handle his liquor, but it felt like his tolerance was burning away, his head a bit fuzzy. as he shivered. Something felt different in the club, nostalgia for when he started out here after his exile. He felt a strange desire to serve like the older days, smiling as he uncorked the bottle and drank half of it in one go, his hair starting to spool out in a black ponytail as he smiled.

"Let me show you why I was ca-hic-alled th' Lord of the Night girls!"

He slipped away for a second, popping into the dress up area where he slipped on a uniform for the bartender, not even noticing he was slipping on the girl's uniform as any discomfort worked itself out through his body changing to fit. The tuxedo dress undershirt was tight at the waist, giving him a midsection as tapered as the cut of the jacket as each button cinched his waist inwards an inch on either side. He had to keep clearing his throat annoyingly as he worked the bowtie, grumbling a bit at his finger dexterity while drunk as he finally got it looped, the tying of it slotting his Adam's Apple flat as he swallowed it down like a shot of whisky, a husky, womanly tone emerging that made his signature laugh sound more like a dangerous cougar ready to pounce than the usual madman carnival barker he aspired to embody with his quirks.

It took a bit to stuff his feet in the tight steel tipped shoes they had there, which he wrote off as drunken awkwardness instead of them being far to slim and small for his feet, said feet crunching as he stuffed them in. His toes were shrinking, his sole reduced as it slid into the tight leather shoe. His arches naturally arched as they grinded against the back end, his heels needing a few goes to fully shrink before they popped inside nicely. The pants were already on thankfully, though they were a bit loose, not causing any changes yet, but the balance was precarious as only the absurd length of his legs kept them from pooling onto the floor, just barely kept in line with his body as he popped out the hinged double doors he had hopped through. The girls were admittedly shocked, not so much by the changes, but by how he had nonchalantly walked into the back, his usual talks of owning a cabaret written off as just aspirational, the respect he got from the staff they figured a part of being a regular, yet as he stumbled to the bar adjusting his cuffs, the bartender stepped aside with reverence.

"G-Goro-San you never told us you were important!"

He seemed confused at the statement, scratching the back of his head as his hair continued to grow, twirling it in his fingers as he tied it into a ponytail that quickly grew down to his midback.

"Does it matter? Besides people start acting nervous whenever they hear who I am. I wanna enjoy the nightlife!"

His swaying was lessening, his lips perking as they plumped, the girls suddenly nervous that they might have played good transformaritan to the wrong person as one asked, "I-Important? I mean surely our lovely Goro-San would never be in anything shady right?"

He giggled at that, cleaning a few glasses as the repetitive motion shrank his hands, beaming a toothy grin as he started pulling out random bottles.

"Course not!"

"Phew, cause that would be-"

"The Majima family isn't shady dammit! We're crazy if you fuck with us, but we'll still help an old lady cross the street if we see one. At least if we're not late, or if twenty other guys want to attack her. We're nice, but not at our own expense."

The girls were in a bit of a panic now, realizing that the eccentric drinking buddy they assumed was a weird loner was the head of a crime syndicate and it was too late to stop the changes, his face already significantly softer as he flipped some shades on for style.

He was sobering up too, sure to notice the changes if they didn't guide him through it quick enough, nervous chattering interrupted by an array of shot glasses filled with a single wrist movement as they all silently agreed to 'adjust' him the best they could, the girl who cast the spell quickly asking, "M-Majima where's your glass? We can't have a sober friend serving us now can we?"

The others joined in, cheering him on as he downed one shot, then two, urging him back into a drunken state as his body grew uncomfortably warm, two dents in the white fabric perking up as he undid his bowtie.

Goro couldn't remember the last time he had gotten this drunk, then again, the last time he had gotten this drunk would be a time he wouldn't remember. Any weirdness in his body blamed on the drinks, any horniness, well that was due to all the beauties hounding him for attention, though he didn't have any interest in actually doing anything with them, he just enjoyed the attention. Speaking of attention, he should have worn an undershirt or something, his nipples stiffer than the starched shirt they were housed in. The girls were impressed that no matter how hard he swayed, he never spilled a drop, his skills definitely top class though "he" seemed less and less fitting as they waited till he could barely tie two words together, small breasts pressing up against his shirt, and a rather impressive bulge tenting his dress pants, though he barely made it obvious he was aroused past a blush that could easily be mistaken for a drunk cheer. It was time to strike.

"Hey Goro-Saaaan~! You like Kiryu-Chan riiight?"

"Yeaisposewaofit?"

He was leaning on his elbows for support, still towering over them this far into the night.

"What kind of girls does he like?"

"Maybe that's what he's looking for."

"A thrill a man can't give him."

It made sense through the aquarium they all seemed to be speaking through, their words mixed with the music lulling him as he nodded, guessing that made sense kind of.

"Cuuugrrrls. Prkeeanfn."

It took a bit to decode that as they grinned, knowing they could work with that. They just had to nudge him into wanting it and the magic would handle the rest... hopefully.

"Aww he sounds so dreamy."

"I bet he'd notice you if you were like that."

"That sounds fun right? Being super cute? And I mean who doesn't like curves. You like curves, right Goro-San?"

His stomach gurgled as they talked, a slight groan signifying their words were having an effect.

The hard edges of his face were softening, his appearance already womanly, but rather than having the laser cut edges and hawkish sharpness to it, it was getting far more, for lack of a better term, Kawaii, piercings painlessly popping into his lobes while his upper lip gained a slight cleft that looked adorable. It pursed into a catlike squiggle, Goro thinking he might puke only for the rising feeling in his stomach to stop midway, bursting out instead of in as he gave a cutesy moan that sounded like a mascot from an anime game. Buttons popped as his breasts grew the girls eeking at the combination of his bare nipples cutely bouncing and the heavy tats that showed just how serious of a Yakuza he was.

"Mmmwahwazzat? Feelikem meeeltn. K-Kiryuu~Chan wou-nnt-"

"Y-Yeah he loves girls shorter than him, ones who go with the flow. I bet it must be really stressful to be a Yakuza."

"Ooh good point! A girl who wouldn't question what was happening to her, just knowing she could take care of herself no matter what."

"And hey he's a big guy I assume so like, not too short, after all you want some great legs to go with that um..."

"Big ass!"

"Wide hips!"

"What they said yeah!"

Thank god the whole club was either drunk or enjoying themselves in the private rooms, food service long discontinued so no staff were there to watch as their boss was molded into a woman who wouldn't look out of place serving in a skimpy outfit. Even better, he seemed to be enjoying it, giggling at their suggestions as his body squashed down to fit every last parameter. It looked like someone was pumping up his pants as his legs turned curvy, a few sounds that could have been groans or moans bouncing around as the heft of his hips tightened the fabric, his groin offering little resistance as the bulge was flattened to near flushness. He needed one final push as his giggles rose, the three girls all asking, "C'mon, don't you want to be the cutest for Kiryu-Chan Goromi?"

"K-Kiryu?"

He said it almost questioningly, gasping as his frame shrank, his length above his belly button pressing down as his breasts surged forward. The girls honestly didn't know how he wasn't moaning incoherently or just giving into lust. This wasn't the first guy they had changed, hell the one with magic had been a guy before they found a spell to make them match how they felt, so they knew damn well how obliteratingly overwhelming the changes felt at this stage. Then again, none of them had ever had to service brothels while on cocaine while their boss threatened to shoot anyone who so much as had a stiffy in the presence of their wife, or their two girlfriends. So even though Majima's mind was filled with explosions of bliss and lewd thoughts of his rival, his expression only clenched slightly, his nipples the hardest thing about him as the bulge between his legs retreated.

Yes this was what was missing wasn't it? Sex appeal! He always acted so restrained around Kiryu because that lumbering hunk of dragon meat never seemed the type to be fazed by anything anyone did. Yet he also always went with the flow, that time she dressed up as a sexy cop and threatened to arrest him not argued with in the slightest as her body tensed, on the verge of something massive as the muscles on his back were the last to deflate, his tattoo's feminine connotations and flowers of rebirth gaining a whole other meaning as the girls cheered on the changing family head, just a slight bump in the cutesy looking girl's pants showing there was anything male still left in her.

"You got this girl!"

"In fact you don't even need us!"

"Yeah why don't we pay our bills and we'll leave Kiryu to-"

"CHAAAAAAAAAN~!"

There was a solitary slurp as she gave a quiet moan, breathing out as she seemed unconcerned with her freely bouncing breasts, throwing her shirt off and grabbing some bandages and a bat as she prepared her ambush, the girls forgotten.

"So... are we good?"

While a small group of witches were paying off their tab and calling a cab to book it out of there, Kiryu was finding himself walking down the late night streets he had been on earlier. He had just finished some karaoke to solidify an alliance, been attacked by five other families and had had an overall busy day without many proper breaks. He was ready to relax back home, and yet even in a tired state like this, he was wary of the random trashcan nearby, smaller, but in the exact same spot as before. But this time, he wrote it off as paranoia. Sure Goro had ambushed him like this before, but even he couldn't recover that fast from a beating. So feeling confident, Kiryu gave it not a second thought as he prepared to rela-

"Hehehe! Got ya now, Kiryuuuu~CHAN!"

He flipped on a dime, his fighting stance greeted by an assault from a baseball bat, only the second he pulled in to dodge the attacks, a different kind of assault followed as kisses rained down on him from a woman wearing Goro's jacket, her body wrapped around him in an over the top display of love.

"Now you're mine Kiryu-Chan! You're my boyfriend now okay? Can't say no to girlfriend Goromi!"

Rather than fight, he grabbed her by the scruff of her jacket and placed her down, before saying, "No" and walking away.

It took half the rest of the night to finally weather him down, Goromi's outfits becoming more provocative each time as she pounced on him until he finally said "fuck it," in more ways than one when she charged him nude with a box of condoms. It didn't hurt that she paid for all the drinks and fun before they went to a luxury love hotel, her energetic hyperness more than a little familiar as she buttered him up, blushing as he laid her down onto the plush bed.

"E-Even if I'm on the bottom, I'll outlast you ya hear me Kiryu?! Whoever pops first loses now come on! If you really want me to be your woman, show me how much of a man you really- HWAAAAAA~!"

His cock plunged in hard, barely giving her time to think though she soon recovered, their sex frantic and violently aggressive as they tore through the blanket with their tossing and turning. At this point it didn't really matter to her who won, since she was having all she wanted, knowing that Kiryu's life would be hers once their families merged. And she even had a special surprise for him after the fun. That bottle had been especially tasty, the one her friends had gotten her before tonight. There was still half left anyways and she was sure Kiryu would enjoy it just as much as her. Though that was a thought for later as she tried to roll over, aiming to ride him on top at some point in the night. After all, this was a fight she couldn't lose!