[Kigurumi, Yaoi, Brainwashing]
"And who were you supposed to be again?"
It was another summer day. The war against the Abyssals was reaching the latter stages, which necessitated that the Imperial Japanese Navy reached out to its allies around the world, so that they might be able to force a permanent victory. Which was why this base, Doll's Cradle, was currently accepting guests. Even if the Admiral in charge wasn't too aware of who had been assigned from the other countries' navies.
"Sir." The blonde youth standing across from the Admiral's desk saluted, with one hand keeping his officer's cap against his chest. "My name is Lovell. I'm a transfer from the United States Navy. As part of the treaty between our navies, I'm here to help secure a steady supply line from my country's coast to your base, as well as others in the nearby area." He explained, a slight droplet of sweat running down the side of his head.
The Admiral scratched his chin slightly. He was a clean-cut older man with a scar across his face and a glass eye. A sign that he had been in direct combat with one of the Abyssals that had been hounding the Japanese coasts. "For a Gaijin, you're not half bad at our language." He said, getting up from his seat as he extended his hand. "I am Admiral Tsukinaga Kira. For your stay at Doll's Cradle, you will be referring to me by title, with or without Kira. Understand?"
"Crystal clear, Admiral Kira." Lovell replied, lowering his hand to shake his new superior's. "I have to ask... As one of the most active bases, are you housing any Kanmusu?"
Kira sighed. Of course he'd ask for that. That seemed to be the only thing that the foreigners were interested in. "Yeah. We've got plenty among our ranks. Some representing the greatest ships in our navy's history. Listing them all off would be pointless, as several are permanently out at sea to ensure that special Abyssals don't end up popping up when we're not prepared for them." He explained, adjusting his own cap. "That being said..."
"Ara. New meat, Tsukinaga?"
Lovell felt a shiver run down his spine as he swiveled around, noticing a pair of girls having strongarmed their way into the Admiral's office. One with black hair and a gaze that made his skin crawl, and the other with silver hair and a hand caressing her cheek.
"Hatsuzuki. Kashima. Meet one of the transfers from America, Povell. I'd like you both to refrain from getting too close to him, until he has attained proper clearance. You understand?" Admiral Kira said, with the black-haired girl silently nodding. All while her gaze remained fixed on the youth.
The silver-haired Training Cruiser giggled as she came awfully close to the natural American blonde, licking her lips. "You heard the Admiral, Povell. If you cross the line... I'm afraid you'll have to contend with proper punishment. And I'll warn you right now, I won't show you any mercy. My fellow Kanmusu can attest about the brutality of my routines."
"I won't let you down, miss Kashima." Povell said, saluting before the powerful living incarnation of one of the ships that served the Japanese in its many wars. "I was just curious, since our country has not yet developed the means to incarnate our own Kanmusu."
Kashima giggled, grabbing the lad by his chin and leaning all too close. "If you're a good boy, you'll get to learn. But only after you've proven that you can be trusted with our secrets."
"Hands off the boy, Kashima. Don't traumatize him before he pulls his weight." The senior Admiral said, with the silver-haired Kanmusu continuing her bemused giggling as she obeyed her orders.
The more vocal of the two Kanmusu bowed before the two men, before taking her leave. She had much to attend to. The endless duties of a Training Cruiser, and all that. But the black-haired girl remained, her gaze still locked on the young man...
"Hatsuzuki. Ease up. I know you've been on edge without your sisters, but you're not allowed to take it out on the new guy." The Admiral admonished the other Kanmusu as well, prompting her to adopt a more obedient and relaxed stance.
She slowly bowed, her quiet voice piping up. "I look forward to working closely by your side." And with that cryptic message, she left. She had to keep herself in form, in case another attack came knocking.
Povell rubbed his brow, the sweat wiped off on the back of his hand. "No wonder you seemed reluctant to introduce me, Admiral." He muttered. Both of them had a certain presence. Maybe that was part of why they hadn't been able to make their own Kanmusu. Maybe they needed certain emotions to flare to the front...
"They represent the pride of our Navy. That means they're not exactly kind to outsiders." Admiral Kira said, adjusting his sleeves slightly. "If you have any other questions, feel free to ask your fellow officers." He said, before pausing as he looked at the documents on his table. The worst part of his job. "...One more thing."
His newest officer raised his eyebrow, only to stare straight into his remaining eye.
"Under no circumstances are you to explore the base after curfew. Understand? If you get caught, Kashima's punishment will pale in comparison to the one I'll give you." The Admiral's voice grew deep. He wasn't kidding. This was the presence of an experienced Admiral, exerting the pressure his role gave him.
Povell just nodded and saluted, leaving the office. Neglecting to mention that he was absolutely going to break that rule, as it was the entire reason he had enlisted into this transfer programme...
He just needed to wait a week or two, and then...
---
It was the time to strike.
He had gotten used to the layout of Doll's Cradle. He knew when the guards patrolled, and when they were replaced by the few Kanmusu that always served aboard the base. His chance to find out the secret to the creation of their Kanmusu was during that period. When they were swapping out...
Even better, he had managed to worm his way into one of the guards' hearts. Bonding over a seeming shared interest, when Povell was just extremely proficient in feigning genuine emotions. Something that he had been explicitly trained in...
Because he was a spy. A spy for the United States Navy.
They were sick and tired of being relegated to support, and wanted the glory of striking down the menace from the deep. And that meant that they had to swindle the secret away. Since Doll's Cradle was credited with the most active Kanmusu at one time, they thought that they might be able to find out the secret by infiltrating it, and after going through enough training, he was ready.
Tonight was the night. He just needed to head down these halls, where his 'friend' would've been patrolling. A few sleeping pills meant that he turned in early, and that meant that he had extra time between the normal patrols and the Kanmusu patrols. Not only that, but that patrol route led straight to the docks, which meant that he could keep an eye out...
Even though he had gone through all of these preparations, he knew that his plan hung in the balance. If somebody found out about what he had done to that officer, he would be caught in an instant. And if somebody deviated from their route, he'd be found. He knew that his last chance to escape would be right as the Kanmusu patrols began...
For now, he held his gaze firmly on the door leading into the docks. According to the USN research that he was briefed on, new Kanmusu would be born in the docks of Doll's Cradle. Therefore as long as he kept watch, looking over the machinery as it carried what looked like armaments around, he'd be able to find out why everything clicked together.
"Ara. He really went straight for it. And here I thought the latest Gaijin would have his head screwed on right."
Povell felt a shiver run down his back. He knew that voice. And as he turned around, he saw a murderous pair of eyes looking into his own, and a set of black locks dangerously close to his face.
"Take care of him, Hatsuzuki."
---
Light shone down on him. A single swinging lamp hovering above him, the bulb barely functional. He had been captured. He knew that much, as he couldn't forget the reason why his neck was aching harder than the last time he pulled a muscle during training.
"You really thought you could just sneak around and not arouse suspicion? Really? Are all Gaijin as stupid as you, or is that an American trait?"
Kashima's voice echoed from the darkness, the girl barely lit by the edge of its light. It wasn't hard to see her fellow Kanmusu, Hatsuzuki, standing in the shadows at well. The murderous golden eyes were visible through the shade...
Povell didn't say anything. He knew better. He wouldn't let any secrets out, no matter what they'd do to him. He had been trained in resisting interrogation...
"My, you're resisting? You don't know what you're doing, Gaijin." The silver-haired sadist giggled, as she slowly pulled out a riding crop. Her favorite tool for disciplining disobedience...
Fortunately for the youth, she didn't get to use it. The door to the room opened, revealing the Admiral in all of his thoroughly dissatisfied glory...
"Stand down, Kashima. He disobeyed my orders, he receives my punishment." Admiral Kira said, and the silver-haired girl obeyed with a sly smile on her face.
Povell looked upon the larger man, his gaze containing not a single speck of respect for the man. He was just a means to the end. So what if he had managed to fight against the menace? He wasn't an American. He didn't deserve that glory.
"...Kashima. Before I begin, the serum." The older Admiral said, and his Kanmusu was happy to provide, pulling out a delicate syringe from her pocket.
The American tried to dodge the syringe, but a swift grab from the larger man's hand and a firm girp meant that he was immobilized as the needle sank into his neck, the contents pouring into his bloodstream.
"What... what did that do..?" Povell said, panting little by little. It didn't seem to cause him any explicit discomfort, the pain of being grabbed so roughly was much more pressing in that regard.
His would-be-Admiral tossed the syringe into the trash, before adjusting his tie. "Why did you join the exchange program, Gaijin."
"To steal your secrets and replicate your Kanmusu, so my country could gain the glory of defeating the Abyssals before you." The words slipped out of the American spy's lips, prompting him to gasp as his mind caught up with his words. "T-Truth serum..."
Admiral Kira nodded. "So you're nothing more than a common thief. A shame. I would've preferred if you were a true patriot, whose curiosity got the better of him. Just like the Gaijin from France."
"Should we dispose of him, Admiral? Hatsuzuki's been waiting for another punching bag." Kashima spoke up, giggling. Oh, a thief? That was her favorite kind of rat. She could step all over them, and they'd still try to talk their way out of getting punished...
Her Admiral shook his head. "No. If he wants the secret, we'll give him the secret." He explained, as a malicious grin slowly covered his face. "Not that he'll be able to tell it to anybody, once we're done."
Povell felt the shivers run down his back, especially as the golden pair of murder-filled eyes disappeared. Hatsuzuki had gone to retrieve something, as if she knew exactly what her Admiral wanted to do. "T-Then what's the secret? How do you create Kanmusu? Tell me!"
Before he received his answer, the larger man grabbed ahold of his collar, reaching into the back of his shirt... So that he could crush the secret microphone taped to his back. "Your panicked attempt to learn our secrets has cost you, Gaijin. If you kept your calm, I wouldn't need to have checked you."
Despair slowly started to fill the young man's face, as the older man started to explain. "It takes two things to create a Kanmusu. An individual with a powerful emotion... And a rig, made from the wreckage of the former vessel. Every single rig is custom made, and recovered should one of the Kanmusu end up sinking due to excessive damage."
"I was on the right track..." Povell muttered, before his eyes lit back up. "But we tried that too! How come it didn't work for us?!" He shouted. There had to be something else! It couldn't be something as simple as that, because that would mean they were simply better than them!
Kashima laughed at his panic, before stepping out of the darkness and into the light. "Your natural cowardice is the antithesis to a proper Kanmusu. The same happens to be true of your countrymen, Gaijin. Your country is filled with cowards that would steal glory, instead of trying to claim it in the name of cooperation. Maybe then your ships would've responded to your feelings." The silver-haired sadist did enjoy rubbing it in. Oh, it was delightful...
"Admiral." Hatsuzuki spoke up as she came back, several items lugged over her shoulder. "We're ready." Her words were brief, but all-too-telling.
Especially as she stepped into the light as well, revealing what she had brought with her. A rubber skinsuit. A corset. Silicone, and what looked like a mask...
"Kashima. Do the honors." The Admiral said, as he walked into the darkness. It was time to let the Kanmusu do what they had been trained to.
Both the silver-haired sadist, and her black-haired companion, were eager to carry out their orders. Especially as the latter broke apart the chair that the young man was bound to, with the sadist tearing off his clothes using her enhanced strength, leaving him utterly naked.
"You can't just-" Lovell tried to yell, not frightened by their freakish strength. Unfortunately, he couldn't do much against their teamwork. Especially as the corset got cupped onto his waist by Kashima, and tugged as harshly as possible by Hatsuzuki. It felt like every little inch of air was pulled out of his lungs, leaving him completely and utterly breathless...
The more the black-haired Kanmusu tugged, the more his body started to look feminine at a glance. Because of his body being thinned up and his assets being emphasized, especially his surprisingly plush rear.
"You're going to be perfect for this, I can already tell." The silver-haired sadist giggled, as she motioned for her partner to restrain the youth after tying the corset together. And she did, putting him in a full nelson to prevent him from struggling.
That didn't mean that Povell didn't try. He tried to break free, even with his lungs struggling to keep any air within them. But he couldn't. Thus, it left him open to Kashima slowly pouring a powerful dose of glue all over his chest. Since it was puffed out due to the corset, it was easy to smear it all over...
Making it perfect for the two spheres of silicone that she held with her other hand. A little push here and there to make sure they were oriented correctly, and the special glue hardened within minutes. Now, the dirty American was stuck with an impressive looking set of fake knockers.
"What are you trying to accomplish by doing this..?!" He cried out, only to yelp rather femininely as he was lifted into the air by the strong Kanmusu. Allowing the silver-haired girl to slip the rubber, almost latex-like skinsuit onto him. Starting down at the feet, pulling it up bit by bit as it clung tightly to him.
It was an even tighter fit than the corset, pressing his form into an even more feminine shape. His hips prodded out as if they had been pumped full, and his fake tits now flourished as genuinely as they could due to the second skin covering him. All thanks to the way it pressed down on him, as if he had been vacuum sealed inside of it. He was lucky that it didn't cover up his head, because he probably wouldn't be able to breathe if that was the case.
"You look like a genuine Kanmusu now. Aren't you glad?" Kashima giggled, letting her finger run along the skin-suited young man's body. It really felt like she was trying to molest one of her fellow girls, just with a little bit of excess on his figure due to the 'additions' made underneath the second skin.
But they weren't done. There was one last item that they needed to use, and Hatsuzuki didn't need to hold him any longer. The pressure from the suit would keep him from running away.
"You're not going to get away with this..!" Povell tried to shout. But his voice was turned all squeaky thanks to the lack of air within him, causing both girls to snicker at his futile attempt to curse them.
Not that he would talk for much longer, as that mask was forced upon him. A snug fit, latching onto his face completely to ensure that it wouldn't come off any time soon. Not only that, but the mouth piece was equipped with a dildo on the inside of the mask, which forced his lips apart and made him suck on it. A gag that would practice his fellatio skills...
The lights in the room turned on properly, as he was given a chance to look at his body. And see just how they had ruined it. If he could move his body without giving himself a headache, he would've probably tried to tug his mask off as soon as he noticed what he was dressed as.
Looking back at him was a blonde girl with a fat pair of tits that were nearly the size of her head. Naked, with bright stars inside her eyes. Not just any stars either, the stars of the star spangled banner. He had been forced into the form of an American Patriot. Or rather, into a mockery of a proper American Kanmusu.
And the more that he looked at himself in the mirror, the more his vision started to blur. He could feel his thighs growing wet, and his cock throbbing against his stomach as it was pinned inside the suit.
'You are Iowa. You are an American slut. You serve your Japanese Superiors. You exist for nothing but sex. Your head is empty. Your self is worthless. You are just a happy pair of tits. Repeat."
The words were beaming into his head, accompanied by a spiral of stars. And though he tried to resist, the combination of all the pleasure running through him thanks to the incredibly tight skinsuit... It made it really hard. The more he tried to think of his original self, the less he remembered...
He was... Povell..? No, that wasn't right... He was Iowa... She... She was Iowa. She was an American slut. She served her Japanese Superiors. She existed for nothing but sex. Her head was empty. Her self was worthless. She was just a happy pair of tits...
The mantra repeated inside 'her' head as the cheerful expression on 'her' mask became more and more genuine. Even though it couldn't alter, it now represented the empty headed haze inside 'her' head.
"My, he broke quickly. The Gaijin from France lasted longer, and he managed to escape once." Kashima giggled, before gently cupping the 'naked' Iowa on the ass, spanking it slightly and eliciting a moan from 'her' 'lips'.
Admiral Kira stepped closer to his latest catch, putting a hand on her shoulder. "Kashima. Inform Fleet Admiral Otomo about the acquisition of yet another Gaijin, and share the data on the conversion process. If we perfect this method, we'll have alternatives to the rigging process." He said, and the silver-haired sadist took her leave, her black-haired assistant following behind her.
"Now..." The older man said, as he unzipped his pants. Being this tough was a tiring job, as a sly smile grew on his lips. "Iowa. Prepare for docking."
Iowa's otherwise empty head registered 'her' order, as a muffled giggle left 'her' lips. 'She' grabbed ahold of 'her' asscheeks, spreading them as far as possible. Revealing the slightest hole in the suit, leading into the Gaijin's true hole...
This was to be her duty. To service her Japanese Superiors. She was lucky to be taken onto their side, and now she would do everything to make them happy.
Moans slipped from her lips as her Admiral hilted his cock into her hole. Breaking her in for the very first time, as she started trembling and climaxed from his rugged cock sliding into her. The first of many orgasms that she'd experience, and the second was already on its way...
Iowa would serve this duty. Forever and ever. Eternally a Kanmusu, made to be used by the Japanese. A traitor to the USN, who couldn't be happier...