In the bustling streets of Akihabara, a young girl in her mid-twenties strolled down the walkway, window shopping as she moved from store to store. It was only her third day here in Japan and she still couldn’t get enough of it. She’d wanted to visit Japan for a long time since her childhood but never got the chance to, her parents occupied with work and her school life giving her little time for freedom.

Time flew by and before she knew it, Megan had graduated from college. She’d almost given up on her dreams till lady luck seemed to smile upon her; when she’d managed to win herself a ticket to the land of the rising sun after she’d spun a lottery on a whim, never thinking for a second that she would actually win the first place prize of a one-week stay at Japan, with all expenses paid for in regards to her housing, also provided for by the sponsors behind the lottery. Megan had seen their brand multiple times on TV, supposedly some bigshot pharmaceutical company of sorts that had branches across the world.

Fast forward a month or so, and here she was, walking the streets of Akihabara with glee. There were so many choices on what to do next she just couldn’t decide at all. In the midst of all her thoughts however, Megan doesn’t realize the pair of eyes watching her every step from a nearby alleyway in the secluded section of the district she’d unwittingly wandered into.

As Megan walks by, the mysterious figure takes action, darting out in a flash as it wraps its arms around the unsuspecting tourist, a gloved arm slapping a damp cloth over the panicking girl’s face as she’s dragged into the shadows. Megan glimpsed a flash of blonde hair and a cute face before she was forced into a headlock, thin slender arms holding her down with surprising strength.

Before Megan can mount an effective resistance however, her entire body begins to feel heavy. As her mind registers the fact that the cloth was probably laced with some drug, her vision fades to black as all sensation leaves her.

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“-ey, you awake? He-”

In the foggy haze of her drug-induced sleep, Megan could hear heavily accented, faint voices calling out to her from the dark. It was so hard to open her eyes and her body ached like she’d just gone through multiple sessions of physical training non stop. With a groan, she shifted her body with great effort, only to wince in pain as she felt something dig deep into the skin of her wrists. At least she could feel something now, her hearing was gradually returning to normal as well, being able to hear the voices of what sounded like two teenage girls speaking in hushed tones.

“Tatsuki! Be a dear and fetch the bucket would you?”

‘Bucket’? Megan didn’t like the sound of that. Before she could do anything else, a sudden shower of freezing cold water splashed over her, jolting her mind and body awake as the icy water soaked her clothes entirely, entering her nostrils and mouth as she gasped in surprise forcing her to choke back her shouts of protest. “S-S-Stop! I-I-It’s freezing!”

With the sound of mischievous giggling, the flow of freezing water slowed to a trickle. Megan shook her soaking wet hair like a dog exiting a bath. Looking around slowly, Megan’s eyes take in the extravagant wallpaper and ornate furniture, it looked like she was in the room of a five-star hotel.

As her view lands on her tormentors. She recognizes one of them, who she assumes to be Tatsuki, judging by the bucket by her feet.Her boyish, yet adorable face framed by the same flowing locks of blonde she’d glimpsed earlier. Megan gawked at the lightly dressed girl in slight disgust as her eyes travelled down to her massive bosom, slender frame and alluring legs, all of it exposed for everyone to see. “Hehee, i think she likes me~” Although stunted with a heavy Japanese accent, Tatsuki’s voice had a grating tone to it, lending more to her tomboy looks.

Scowling, Megan struggles to break free from the chair she was tied down to, a second girl watching her efforts from the bed as she twirls a curl of platinum blonde hair between her fingers. Megan had heard talk of gyaru fashion online but never dreamed she’d see it in the flesh, her eyes drifting over the choker wrapped tight around her slender neck, ill-fitting school uniform hugging her tanned body, straining to contain her massive boobs, the black lace bra beneath pressed up so tight it made her top look see-through! Most eye-catching of all though, was her pleated skirt, sporting many pockets along its length. Megan felt chills run down her spine as she saw her lick her lips like she was food, her golden irises staring holes into her soul.

“Time is short dear so i’ll make this quick!” Unlike Tatsuki, the gal spoke with a refined air and in perfect English without a hint of her Japanese heritage showing in her voice, her looks contrasted with her speech patterns stunned Megan. Giggling, the woman hops off the bed, pulling a stick of lipstick out from between her cleavage as she approaches her captive, eyeing the look of awe on her face with glee. “Surprised? I get that alot, now hold still for just a moment!”

Panicking at her approach, Megan’s struggle intensifies as she begins to rock back and forth in the chair, a look of boredom crossing the gal’s eyes as she looks over to her subordinate. “Tsk, Tatsuki, hold her still.” Without another word, the punk shuffles over to Megan, hands wrapped around her neck and shoulders while pushing down hard. “Don’t move now, don’t want me pressing too hard do we?” With a yelp, the struggling girl is rendered immobile at her threat.

“W-W-Why are you doing this? I’m just here on a vacation trip!” Tears begin to run down Megan’s cheeks as the sense of defeat sets in within her. Her gaze is forced back up however, as the gal gently lifts her head up with her warm fingers wrapped around her chin. “There, there, this’ll be quick and painless! And then you can get back to whatever you were doing before alright?”. Her words did little to assure Megan, her eyes focused more on the logo by the base of the fashion product in her hands, it felt familiar to her but before she could protest further, the stick of lipstick makes contact with her cracked lips, a sudden haze of pleasure flooding her mind as her captor proceeds to apply a thick layer but subtle layer of cherry lipstick across Megan’s lips, the cracked skin rejuvenating and plumping up into kissable cushions. “Wait…whaat didd you dooooo….”.

Rubbing her cheeks gently, the gal giggles as she hushes Megan’s slurring protest. “You can call me Lui babe, everyone around here does!”. Where even was ‘here’ in the first place? Megan just wanted to get out of here as fast as possible and stop whatever it was they were doing to her but that overwhelming sense of serenity and pleasure kept her still, she hadn’t even realized Tatsuki had long released her grip, leaving her slumped over in the chair with zero resistance.

With each layer of lipstick applied, Megan’s face begins to experience change; her pale skin tone yellowing as her large eyes round out and shrink into sleek almonds, giving her an oriental look as her eyebrows thin and complexion softens. Beneath her damp clothes, more changes occur, leaving her looking less like a British woman and more like a natural born Japanese woman.

As Lui finishes her work, she pockets the lipstick as she withdraws a compact from a pocket, a powder puff in her other hand as she pops it open, bending over as she applies a liberal amount of makeup over Megan’s waiting face,her green pupils glazed over with a blank stare as saliva drips down her soft lips. With each puff of purple powder absorbed into her skin, Megan’s face twitches ever so slightly, her brown hair staining with spots of blonde as her mind experiences another racking wave of pleasure, her legs twitching slightly as a new sensation begins to burn within the regions directly beneath her belly.

“Agh!” With a gurgled moan, Megan jerks in her seat, eyes rolling back into her head as a sudden spike of pleasure rushes into her chest, her nipples tenting her dishevelled wet clothes as her petite back arches in response, stamping her feet in frustration as her arms struggle to break free from her binds. Lui remains unfazed, dexterous hands applying more makeup. “Relax dear, almost done~”.

At this point, Megan had gained an unnatural tan, chocolate brown skin slick with sweat and other juices as she trashed in place, dirty blonde locks of lengthening hair flying about as Megan began to let out unrestrained moans and groans, the growing pleasure in her tightening loins and growing breasts becoming an unbearable itch she couldn’t scratch, irritation and lust taking hold of her mind as concern and rational thinking gave way to the instinctual need for sex, her mind filled with images of throbbing dicks and other raunchy scenes, inserting herself into them as she imagined herself being screwed in all her aching holes.

Gazing over her darkened body, Megan could only feel a strange happiness growing within her as the tan spread further, her mind a roiling sea of clashing emotions and memories. She looked alot more like her sisters now…and a little bit like Mistress…but that sounded wrong to a part of her that still resisted the changes…but even that part of her began to wonder what was so wrong about it.

With a gradual tearing noise, her wet clothes and underwear begin to snap and shred off of her changing body, giving way to widening hips and a heaving bosom as another orgasm rocks Megan’s body, moaning in glee as she throws her head back, long hair whipping with the momentum, temporarily interrupting Lui. There was a look of satisfaction on her face as she watched the formerly prim and proper girl lose herself in her pleasure, she loved reducing strong, intelligent women into whimpering sex dolls, their identities buried under a gaudy layer of depravity as they lost their former selves. She could feel herself growing wet just thinking about how Megan would look when she was done.

A stifled gasp of pleasure drew Lui’s attention to the back of the room. As she glances over to Tatsuki, who had a hand shifting under her pants, a growing wet stain between her legs as she masturbated to the sight of Megan’s corruption. Lui smirked as she remembered the shy and reserved bookworm she once was before she met her. It was a blessing in disguise really, being given the tools to freely change others into her willing playthings as she saw fit, she was skeptical at first when a rep from that pharmaceutical bigshot company had approached her brothel with a deal in mind, she shuddered to think what she’d be doing now if she had shooed him away that day.

An especially raunchy moan that sounded nothing like Megan interrupts Lui’s daydream, moving to the side and tutting as she watches her squirt a jet of transparent fluid across the room where she was standing a millisecond ago as Tatsuki whistles in the background, her plump and curvy legs spreading wide as the eager mouth between them are ingrained with years of experience and use, the sputtering lips twitching for an imaginary cock as Megan slumps over in her chair, slender arms hanging limp by her sides, now freed from their restraints.

Where Megan, the former British woman in her mid-twenties, once sat. Now sits a younger, but entirely different individual, her seductive features contorted with lust as long hair stuck to her sweaty tanned skin, while her curvaceous form was exposed for all to see; heaving breasts topped with fat pink nipples rising and falling with each breath, wide handlebar hips, a toned belly lined with slight musculature, the needy vagina crowned with a bush of pubic hair, twitching ever so slightly and her slender limbs, lined with a healthy amount of fat and muscle.

Besides the small crop of still brown hair left atop her pretty head, there was nothing left of Megan. Both physically and mentally. As the chemicals not only worked their magic on her body, but her mind as well; having been scoured completely by white hot pleasure and chemically induced changes. Megan’s memories of graduating from college with an engineering degree devolved and warped into spending her days working as a street whore and call girl for a certain brothel located in Kabukicho, enjoying whatever depraved act she or her clientele found most enticing. Her family back home being replaced by Mistress Lui and her fellow sisters who worked alongside her, taking men and women to bed, then swapping sex stories with one another about which cock left them wanting more became the norm to her as years of education and decency left her head.

Walking over to the newborn gyaru, Lui lifts her head, looking into her blank eyes as her tongue lolls in the air, mind empty and wrecked with pleasure as audible gasps and sudden moans escape her soft, kissable lips. “There! All finished…now what’s your name dear?”

As she hears her Mistress’ words enter her ears, the gyaru perks up slightly, groaning in her new ditzy voice as she straightens herself, running a hand through her dishevelled hair as she rubs her groggy eyes. Thinking hard, she begins to speak, perfectly fluent Japanese escaping her lips as light returns to her eyes. “I…I’m Meg…Megan? I think? Mistress Lui, what's goin’ on…my head friggin hurts!”

With a playful pinch and twist of her nipples, Lui giggles as she watches her new underling squirm and blush in her hands, staring into her eyes as they begin to take on an olive green coloration. She was coming along nicely.  “Have you forgotten yourself Fuka? What sort of name is ‘Megan’ anyway? Did some roleplay session leave you wanting more, hm?”

Mmm, just thinking about last week's bukkake with some foreign hunks had her wanting more, Mistress Lui could be such a tease sometimes. Letting out an exaggerated moan as Fuka bites her lower lip in lust, her hand drifts over to her Mistresses face, attempting to pull her in as she draws close for a kiss…before falling flat on the ground as Liu drifts away from her, out of reach as she grabs a pile of clothes off the dresser, tossing them to the ground in front of a disappointed Fuka.

“If you’re that eager, then you’ll be pleased to know we’ve got another customer waiting, put these on…he wants a schoolgirl gyaru for an hour or two…and if you do a good job...we’ll see hm?” Without another word, Mistress Liu and her right hand girl Tatsuki take their leave, the blonde punk waving farewell to Fuka as the door closes, so much for a fun time with Mistress.

With a sigh, Fuka begins to slip on the clothes, hoping it wasn’t some old geezer she’d have to sleep with.

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As Fuka slips the last sock over her dainty feet and up her smooth calves, the door to the room opens, catching her attention as a young man probably one or two years below her enters the room, his wide eyes scanning and undressing Fuka’s buxom body as her seductive features curl into a smile, watching his flustered expression with glee; another virgin, probably here after a bet, dare or thinking he was man enough for his first time. She had to remind herself she still had Mistress to go for after this one, she couldn’t waste all her energy on fresh prey.

Stepping off the bed and approaching the boy with a sway to her hips, Fuka ruffles her skirt, lifting it up to reveal the tight, pink thong digging deep into her fat ass and plump vulva, she felt her pussy spasm as her eyes rest on the massive tent springing to life under his pants. “So, you the one im gonna fuck? You don’t look much like a man y'know?”

With a gulp, the boy puts on a brave face as he looks up at the hungry gyaru leering down at him. “S-S-Sure I am! I-I’m a man! I’ll have yo-” Interrupting his monologue, Fuka pounces on the screaming boy, pinning him to the floor as she plants her massive rear over his waist, her sopping wet cunt rubbing against his erection as she plants her soft lips over his, her tongue invading his mouth as he gives in, letting Fuka’s pleasant scent permeate his nose as her tongue wraps around his own.

Separating after what felt like minutes, the couple are left panting as saliva drips down Fuka’s rosy cheeks, a ditzy smile on her face as she unzips his pants, eager to move onto the next stage. “A-A-Aren’t we going to use the bed?”. Giggling as his massive boner springs free from its prison, Fuka leans in close, blowing a breath of hot air as she teases him. “Maybe focus on maintaining ya boner instead of where we’re gonna fuck, hmm?”

As the hour flew by, Fuka would put the boy who’d thought her an easy lay through a non-stop free for all. In the end, she had to do most of the work , wringing him out to dry but hopefully leaving enough of him left to leave the brothel alive. Getting to her feet as semen begins to drip from her aching cunt, Fuka glances around for a cloth to clean herself off, couldn’t go out looking like this after all. At the end of the day, Fuka was still a girl, and girls like her had standards to uphold.

 As she glances over at the pile of clothes left on the ground, Fuka notices a phone sticking out of a torn pair of jeans. On the touchscreen, there were plenty of missed messages and notifications, all in English which she could barely speak or understand. Something about a ‘Megan’ and ‘worried parents’? Whatever, she could just drop it off with Mistress Lui since she did promise to sleep with her after all.

Putting on a pair of hot pants alongside a matching white top, Fuka blows a kiss at the knocked out stud before making a beeline for her Mistress’ bedroom, thoughts focused on what she’d do to her.

THE END