[Sluttification, Ganguro TF]

Among the many ships that had been turned into girls as part of the offensive against the Abyssal Fleet, there were none quite as prestigeous or as proud as Nagato. The pride of the Big Seven, and a Battleship that could take down squads all on her own.

But that performance in combat couldn’t exactly translate over to performance in any other area. When she first met her newest Admiral, a little boy who could barely reach her thigh in terms of height, she was caught entirely off-guard by his decision to make her his secretary. To say that she didn’t fulfill the various duties that he gave her would be an understatement, and despite his endless enthusiasm and patience with her, that just made her feel worse and worse.

“Curse this mind of mine.” Nagato muttered to herself as she stomped through the halls of the Naval Base, clenching her fist tightly as she prepared to almost punch the wall out of frustration… only to remember that her Admiral had specifically asked her to try and be less violent. She took a deep breath and counted to ten inside her head, letting the wave of calm wash over her. If only she hadn’t fought so many Abyssals in her time at sea, then perhaps this change of scenery wouldn’t be so jarring.

She could vividly compare the difficulty of her first few outings, when she was still green behind the ears, to how difficult it was to cook or to even read. She… frankly never truly learned how to decipher the human language, and that left her at an immense disadvantage. Still, the Admiral gave her so many chances. She had a feeling that it was all because of her prestige, but again that just made the anger within well up more. He had to see her as she was, not the reputation she had acquired.

That’s when it hit her. “Of course!” The proud shipgirl shouted across the hall as she started sprinting, passing by several doors until she found the one she was looking for. Her sister Mutsu’s quarters, the ones she had privately asked for ever since the two of them arrived at the base. She always did question why she did that, but she never got a straight answer.

“Excuse me, I’m coming in, Mutsu!” Nagato loudly declared as she opened the door, blinking as she realized her brunette of a sister wasn’t there. “Hm. Maybe she’s down by the docks, preying on somebody again. I should scold her for what she’s up to, but…” She shook her head and her shoulders. “It’s up to her to keep track of her manners. It’s not my duty. However, it is my duty to make sure that she’s not hiding anything… And I might just find something on that compooter of hers.” The battleship affirmed her decision to keep breaking and entering while enunciating the word incorrectly as she closed the door behind her.

The black-haired shipgirl stepped through a small sea of leftovers and tissues, ignoring the mess around her. That wasn’t her concern, as she just said. What Mutsu did was Mutsu’s business. “Where is that tiny thin-” She muttered to herself only to notice the sight of something rather erotic on a screen in the back of the room. “Ah, there it is. She’s watching entertainment again, how nice.” She cared not for the subject of the video on screen, just that she found the device that she could use.

Now, all she had to do was actually figure out how to use it. “Hmmm… I saw Mutsu playing with this tiny thing, maybe…” She slowly moved the mouse, and the cursor on screen moved in turn. “Oho! Well then, let’s just…” The older shipgirl smiled as she slowly but surely navigated her way around the laptop, making sure to click on every little unnecessary thing until she found what she was looking for. The sheer amount of porn on the thing didn’t bother her at all, though it did make her question if any of it was useful. “Maybe I do need to have a talk with Mutsu after all…”

After tapping around on that tiny thing enough, she finally found what she was searching for. In the depths of her sister’s porn folders, she found one that was specifically labelled ‘Hot New Trends.’ She opened it and scanned everything she could see, rubbing her cheek as she wondered what was so hot about girls with such dark skin tones. And such ridiculous face paint too. It looked weird, but if Mutsu thought it was the new hip-and-cool thing, then it had to be. Her sister was always on top of things, to the detriment of her performance in battle.

Nagato nodded to herself as she opened a text file with an address, before heading straight out the door. She needed a makeover, and that seemed like the place she could get one. She just hoped that they were open this time of day.

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“Atlas Corp Tanning Salon. Huh. Never heard of it.”

It didn’t take long to arrive at the joint, but it did seem more than a little shady. Not just because it was out in the open and it had plenty of pornography serving as its advertisement, but because for such a large salon, there was only one woman working inside. It made the old shipgirl rub the back of her head as she entered, clearing her throat. “Excuse me. I’m looking for the… ‘Ganguro Mamba treatment’?”

The lone twin-tailed woman turned towards her with a narrow stare, prompting her to adjust her gloves slightly. “You’ve come to the right place.” Her voice sounded much more dry and composed than Nagato would’ve expected, in fact it almost reminded her of her own. “Before we begin, I need you to sign this.” She pulled out a waiver that was several pages thick with a single space on the front for a signature to go. “Don’t bother reading it all. It’s all legal-ese.”

“I don’t know what that means, but I trust you, young lady.” The black-haired ship girl nodded as she took a pen from the younger woman, writing her name in crude lettering before walking towards one of the many chairs that were set up to handle people of all sizes, including the tall battle-hardened beauty. “How many usually come to ask for this kind of thing? My sister told me that it was the hottest thing around, so…”

The lone worker pushed the battleship towards one of the seats, forcing her to sit down. “You don’t need to think about that. You hardly need to think at all.” She replied in an almost mantra-like way. “Just sit still as the machine does all the work. Once it’s finished, you’ll be in touch with your new you, and you’ll thank Atlas Corp for the makeover. Don’t forget to tell all your friends about your amazing experience and recommend it to strangers just the same. If you do, we give them the whole course and then some.” The advertising sounded very canned, as if she had practiced it over and over to the point of whittling away any charm it had. “...Seriously, just tell somebody that we do great makeovers, and you’ll get that discount. Please.” Her tone broke character for just a moment, as she walked away from the chair to do some paperwork most likely…

After the worker left, Nagato swore she could hear some kind of rock music playing near the desk. Not for long however, as the helmet part of the chair lowered on top of her. “This certainly is a strange place, but she seemed to have all of that down to memory, so clearly it must’ve drawn in quite a lot of customers. Maybe Mutsu’s right after all, this Ganguro thing is the hottest thing around!” With her mood steadily improving despite the condition of the salon as well as the rather dry advertising, she just sat still and waited for things to happen.

It took a few minutes, but she finally heard some sort of whirring at the back of her head. The older shipgirl grinned just a little, feeling a bit giddy. She never got to try something like this, as her sister always did her hair, but this was going to be an entirely new experience! She couldn’t wait to se-

Then her mind stopped. Her thoughts halted right then and there, and a little trail of drool started running down her chin. She tried blinking a few times to try and restart her train of thought, but that just made her focus on what was on the inside of the helmet. A big, all-encompassing spiral that just led into infinity. The more she tried to blink, the more she was consumed by it. She couldn’t help herself from looking at it for what felt like hours, when in reality it was only minutes.

As her mental capacity was locked away by the hypnotic elements of the chair, her body was carefully stripped by a series of mechanical arms, leaving her in her underwear which was themed after the nation that she represented, with both her panties and her bra decorated with the rising sun from Japan’s flag. In a way, they represented her innermost pride, the love she had for her country. By removing them, her core would be vulnerable…

So it didn’t take the arms much before they simply just yanked the entire thing off right then and there, and thanks to her trance she didn’t even think about how defiled she should be feeling.

Now that she was naked, it was easy for the chair to continue with the next few steps. the first came through giving her skin a color that was much less boring. Something deep and brown, almost as if she had been laying out in the hot American sun for days, that’s how dark her tan ended up. She could feel her body growing warmer as the hue of her skin darkened, but she didn’t react thanks to the mind-halting trance she was stuck in…

Once her skin had taken on such a better color, next came her hair. Black was definitely a good color, but when compared to the shades that were popular across the ocean, it was super inadequate. It had to be replaced. After calculating the necessary area that had to be sprayed, the machine did what it was designed to do. Literally spray paint the entirety of her hair, giving it a much faker blonde look that would serve as the base for the next layer. Once it had settled and it was ready to be given another layer, it sprayed two different colors on top. One turquoise, one emerald green. Both went together astonishingly as they were interspersed with one another, as every few strands weaved together and caused her hair to look like it was split into the two colors perfectly. And of course, both of them went along wonderfully with her new skintone.

After the alterations had been done to both her skin and her hair, next came her face. Unlike the rest of her, her face needed to stand out. So, much like it had been done to her hair, a bit of paint was sprayed across her entire head. This time it was deliberately patterning along the important parts of her face, making her eyes stand out as they were given a separate spray that would serve as her eyeshadow. With those layers done, another few layers were added on top, each a different color while leaving the eyeshadow untouched. By the time it was all done, she now had most of her face covered in a myriad of different colors, all adding up to a rainbow that acted as a type of permanent makeup, the kind that would normally be found on Mamba Ganguro. And since that was exactly what she had asked for, she couldn’t complain at all, even if she wanted to.

With her body nearly complete, only missing a few physical tweaks that a set of pumps could handle, it was time to mess with her mind. At first, the spiral started to slow down so that the shipgirl could finally focus her eyes… But as she did, she noticed pictures flashing into her mind. Pictures of her, or at least ganguro women like her, suckling on cocks that were much smaller than she would’ve expected. Pictures of them offering themselves for money, and being roughed up in bed. So many pictures that she could hardly comprehend them all, but the spiral ensured that her brain absorbed them all.

Her mind was being assaulted by all the images, and her nethers quickly grew wet thanks to her arousal heightening as a result. She could hardly catch her breath before she almost had another silent orgasm, her mind turning into a mess of information that she couldn’t decipher in any meaningful way. All she understood now was that she was there to be used, and she should hunt out anybody young enough that might want a piece of her. So, in some way, she totally had accomplished her objective. She wanted to be hip with the youth so she could be on a better foot with her Admiral… and here she was, now understanding what she should do to gain their total attention.

As the finishing touches were being put on Nagato’s thoroughly cooked brain, her body was getting its last few modifications too. From a pair of tits that looked a little firmer and a bit bigger, to an ass that would wobble regardless of how gently she stepped. Not to mention the tattoos that were being added either. She got the classic womb tattoo right above her leaking crotch, a couple of naughty arrows pointing inward on the inside of her thigh with the words ‘For You’ written on them, as well as an arrow right underneath her tits that was intended to serve as tit-fucking instructions. Finally, to top it all off, her original Japanese bikini was replaced with one that had the American flag strewn on top. All the stars on one tit, all the stripes on another, the perfect outfit for a Ganguro like her.

With that, the machine powered down, and the battleship was let out of her trance. And the first thing that crossed her mind as she got up onto her feet with a trail of her own juices running down her leg, the one thing that left her lips solidifying her new way of thinking?

“Admiral’s cock… I want it…”

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“Phew! Okay, okay, that’s… That should be everything, right? I didn’t have more laying around anywhere, right?”

A few hours later, in the Admiral’s quarters, sat the young Admiral himself. Albert Grimwald. Possibly promoted to this position out of nepotism, but he never really took it for granted. He always did his best to serve his country to the best of his ability. Even if he wasn’t very competent and even if he was still learning, he did what he could.

That’s why he had chosen Nagato as his secretary. He knew that she was very impressive and had a lot of accolades, and he was frankly shocked to notice that she was just as incompetent as he was. But, that’s why he liked her! It showed that even the proudest woman had their weakspots, and if the two of them could improve together, then that would be all the better.

Though, he did wonder one thing. Where exactly had she gone? She was finishing up some filing, and then she wanted to take a break. He gave her as long as she needed, but she hadn’t been back yet. “Weird, maybe I made her angry? Oh, that’d be just awful. Maybe I should ask her sister if she knows what she likes, I’m sure I can give her a gift that’ll make her forgive me…” Albert paused, only to slump across his desk. “Or that’ll make me look desperate, just like… Oh, why can’t being an Admiral be easy for once…”

As the young man sulked just a little, he heard the door getting knocked on. He quickly composed himself and sat up straight, before clearing his throat and answering. “Come in, I’m not busy!” He shouted, since there was a decent distance between the door and his desk…

Which gave him plenty of time to blush over seeing what came in through that door. A certain battleship, who now looked like she had been out in the sun for way too long. Not to mention that awfully skimpy attire that looked like it snap off her body at any moment. “A-Ah.. A.. Nagato?” He muttered incoherently as he tried to cover up his eyes, feeling embarrassed just looking at her without her permission.

Nagato didn’t respond, merely licking her lips as she approached. Albert swore that he could see her asscheeks swinging and bouncing from side to side with every step as he peered through the cracks in his fingers. He couldn’t help himself, it was so utterly mesmerizing. It was so tantalizing that he completely forgot that he should be worrying about his safety, right up until she was pressing her belly up against his face.

Poor boy was left utterly speechless, which suited the dimwitted ganguro slut just fine. She just continued licking her lips as she squatted down, putting her eye-to-eye with his crotch, which looked like it was tenting pretty badly. She could feel his manhood throbbing, and in turn so did her clit. She couldn’t hold herself back when faced with such a delicious snack.

She was going to be quite busy with him, and he was going to let out quite a lot of cute noises over the next few hours. By the time Albert would finally get a chance to breathe, he’d probably have a lot of questions for the woman that he once idolized… but she wouldn’t be able to give him any answers, and they’d probably go for another few rounds, just because he bothered to wake her up again.

At least Nagato achieved what she wanted. Not only did she not feel inadequate anymore, but she was as close to her Admiral as she could possibly be. Truly, the best possible ending…