The Experiment

After the triumphant end of Phase 1, Hiroshi stood in the basement mirror, admiring the 180-pound sculpted body Kai had forged. Broad shoulders, thick arms, carved abs—every inch a testament to two years of relentless testosterone-fueled transformation. The chastity cage had finally come off, and for the first time in years, Hiroshi felt like a man reborn. Kai, however, watched with that same manic gleam in his eyes."Phase 1 was building the temple, Dad," Kai announced one rainy evening, holding up a new syringe filled with clear liquid. "Phase 2 is tearing it down. Complete reversal. We undo everything—muscle, strength, aggression—and build something... softer. More delicate. The ultimate control experiment."Hiroshi's newly deepened voice cracked. "Undo? Kai, I... I like this. I feel powerful now."Kai stepped closer, towering over his father. "That's exactly why we need to go further. Science isn't about comfort—it's about extremes. Two more years, locked again, but this time with estrogen shots. High doses. Anti-androgens to kill the testosterone. You'll shrink, soften, grow curves. Breasts, hips, the works. And the cage? Back on. Permanently this time. All that new sensitivity... redirected into submission."Hiroshi stared at the syringe, then at the gleaming new chastity device on the workbench—smaller, smoother, pink-tinted titanium. His muscles tensed instinctively, but the memory of Kai's control, the way he'd surrendered to the workouts, the lock, the shots... it had become addictive. "If I say no?"Kai smiled thinly. "You already signed the extended waiver. And deep down, Dad... you want to see how far we can go. Don't you?"Silence. Then, slowly, Hiroshi nodded.The ritual began the next morning. Kai locked the new cage in place—snugger than before, designed for a body that would soon be much smaller. Click. The electronic seal activated. Hiroshi shivered as the first estrogen injection pierced his glute. "This will start suppressing testosterone within days," Kai explained. "By week four, you'll feel the changes."The workouts flipped. No more heavy deadlifts. Kai introduced yoga, Pilates, light cardio, and endless core exercises meant to slim the waist and accentuate emerging curves. "We want hourglass, Dad. Not bulk." Protein shakes became low-calorie smoothies packed with soy isoflavones. The estrogen flooded in twice weekly—high enough to force rapid feminization.Month 1: The aggression faded first. Hiroshi's deep voice cracked, then softened. His energy dipped; the constant drive to lift heavy vanished. He felt emotional—tears came easily during workouts. Muscle began to atrophy; the broad shoulders rounded slightly.Month 3: Fat redistributed. Hips widened, thighs thickened with softness instead of muscle. A small mound formed under his nipples—tender, sensitive breasts budding. The cage felt different now; the denial hit harder with heightened sensitivity. Hiroshi's once-proud erection strained uselessly against the bars during "relief" sessions that were now only teasing vibrations.Month 6: The mirror showed a stranger. Hiroshi had dropped to 145 pounds. His face softened—cheeks fuller, jaw less angular. Hair grew longer, silkier. Breasts reached a modest B-cup, jiggling slightly with every movement. The cage looked almost decorative on his narrowing waist and widening hips. Kai measured obsessively, charting the reversal on graphs that mirrored Phase 1 in reverse."You're beautiful, Dad," Kai whispered during one of the daily inspections, hands tracing the new curves. "Look how perfect this is. All that power... gone. Just softness. Submission."Hiroshi—now barely 5'3" again, posture more demure—looked up at his son with wide, watery eyes. The estrogen had made him pliant, needy. The lock tormented him constantly; every brush of fabric sent sparks through his body. He craved touch, validation, anything to ease the ache.By year 2, the transformation was complete. Hiroshi, now "Hana" in Kai's private nomenclature, was a delicate 120-pound figure—soft breasts (C-cup), rounded hips, smooth skin, long dark hair cascading down his back. Muscle memory remained, but the strength was gone; he could barely do ten push-ups. The estrogen had rewritten him: gentle, emotional, utterly dependent on Kai's approval.The final night, Kai unlocked the cage for a ceremonial "reveal"—but only briefly. Hiroshi's body, hypersensitive from years of denial and hormonal flux, responded instantly, trembling. Kai watched with possessive pride, then locked it back on."Phase 2 success," Kai declared, collaring his father with a slim silver chain. "You're mine now, completely. Not the strong man I built... but the perfect, fragile doll I remade."Hana knelt, head bowed, breasts pressing against the thin silk nightgown Kai had chosen. The cage gleamed between soft thighs. Two years of reversal had erased the warrior, leaving only surrender.And in the basement lab, Kai already sketched Phase 3—whatever madness came next.