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Turning Japanese "This is not going well," I thought to myself as I untucked my blouse from my skirt and began unbuttoning the buttons. My middle school uniform consisted of a white cotton blouse and a pleated navy skirt that hung to about mid-thigh. The uniform blouse, like many seifuku in Japan, had a nautical look with its navy sailor's collar and navy cuff's on the cap sleeves. This look was reinforced by a red kerchief looped around the neck and beneath the collar and held in front by a shiny brass slide emblazoned with the crest of the school. Brown penny loafers and white cotton knee-high socks completed the uniform, although in winter thigh-high stockings and a navy blazer with the school's crest were permitted as well. Hanging my blouse upon the fitting room chair with my neckerchief, I stood straight with my shoulder's back, knowing full well that Oba Kaho was watching me closely. The middle-aged saleslady looked at my bra with disapproval. "Too small, and no support," she concluded after glancing at it. I heard Oba mention the words "padded" and "push-up" as the saleslady left to gather some brassieres for me to try on. "Obasan..." I began, but she silenced me with her look. "It is important you look as much like a girl as possible," she whispered with conviction. "I don't expect to have to go over this with you again!" So it was that when the saleslady returned, I found myself trying on a heavily padded pink push-up bra with lace adorning the cups and a white satin bow between them. I hooked the two hooks of the bra in front of me before spinning the bra around and settling my breasts into the cups. "My breasts" was a phrase I still found very foreign, and just looking down at my own boobs I felt strangely aroused. Combined with the cool air of the fitting room, my nipples instantly went rock hard. Even for a woman, my nipples were unusually large. With two-inch-wide areola and half-inch-thick nipples, they were very pronounced and well defined. When erect, as was often the case, my nipples stood nearly three-fourths of an inch long. Overall, they seemed far too big for my breasts. "Are you cold?" asked the saleslady innocently. My nipples were jutting out through the thin material of the bra. "Yes, very cold!" I answered emphatically. I was trying desperately not to get aroused as she manipulated my breasts, adjusting the straps and repositioning the cups. By the time she was finished, my breasts jutted out from my chest. The push-up bra molded each boob into a hemisphere before lifting them both high up on my chest and displaying them. The thin satin cups did little to stop my nipples from poking through and my areola were in danger of peeking over the lace at the top. The saleslady said something about "thicker material" and "hide" but Oba shook her head and said, "this one is fine. Give us two each in black, beige, white and pink." My new bras were a Japanese C-cup that padded my breasts out to a D-cup. I learned later that this made me a B-cup back in America and I was padded out to an American C-cup. [Author's note, all cup sizes from this point onward are American for the ease of the reader.] After Oba paid, we stepped outside into the bright summer sun. In the windows reflection I could clearly make out the pink of my bra beneath my thin cotton blouse. "Maybe we should have bought more white ones," said Oba reading my thoughts. Then she commanded, "shoulders back!" "Sorry Obasan!." I had instinctively slumped forward trying to hide my breasts. Oba had spent weeks training me how to stand and walk, and I knew I would be in trouble when we got home. It's just that it was so embarrassing to thrust out my chest. My boobs looked gigantic, straining against my schoolgirl blouse. Each boy we passed on the street went through the same routine of pretending to be looking away and then stealing a glance at my boobs as we went past. One boy even walked into a parking meter which caused Oba to crack a smile. Oba walked briskly, and despite the sturdy construction of the bra, I could feel my breasts momentarily go weightless before settling heavily in their bra cups with each step. "This is not going well," I repeated to myself. Here I was hustling down the street, dressed like some sort of sailor moon wet dream, my breasts bouncing and swaying with each step. My makeup was pretty heavy for a schoolgirl, with foundation from my hairline all the way down my neck. Besides giving me porcelain smooth skin, the foundation served to shift my skin tone much toward pure-blood Japanese even though I am half Caucasian. Likewise, my brownish hair had been dyed jet black to help me blend in. It also helped that I am naturally hairless. I was also wearing heavy mascara and pink lipstick. Although fifteen, I had my hair up in high pigtails with ribbons which, along with my braces, combined to make my face look closer to twelve with no makeup. My look seemed to be struggling for anything from a tween to college-age, but definitely screamed hentai fantasy girl. Just as we reached the car, a man in a dark suit stepped directly in front of us and showed us a badge identifying him as a police officer. "Hello Officer, how may we help you?" asked Oba very deferentially. "Mrs. Shibuya, I want to ask you if you recognize this individual," said the officer holding up a picture of me from my yearbook back home in the states. For once I was happy for the heavy foundation makeup, for I am sure that I paled beneath it. "That is my nephew, Daniel Tanaka from the United States," Oba replied. "As I mentioned to your colleague the other day, I haven't seen Daniel in years." Following the detective's gaze over to me, Oba continued, "This is Ruri, one of the students at my summer camp." I bowed deeply and said nothing, which, given my heavily accented Japanese seemed the safest course. "We have reason to believe he is in Japan. If he contacts you, ask him where he is and call me immediately," said the detective handing her his card. "Yes, I will do that Detective Kisaki" responded Oba, looking at his card. An hour later, we were in Oba's home high up in the mountains. Oba lived in a stand-alone home on the grounds of a summer camp that she owned. It had been the family business for generations, and it was going through a resurgence as people sought for some way to get their kids outside and away from all of the electronics. I was draped across Oba's lap, skirt up and white cotton panties down. My now erect cock was clamped between her bare thighs, but despite the erotic situation I could only focus on the heavy wooden paddle in her hand. Although mainly meant to humiliate, the punishment was also quite painful since the paddle had dozens of holes to lessen air resistance as it came crashing down. "Ni-ju. Arigato Obasan," I said through my tears, counting off the last stroke as it came crashing down. Normally, I would now go stand in the corner with my panties down but today Oba did not unclamp her legs and allow me to stand. Instead, I saw her pick up a large syringe from the nightstand and felt a cold chill run down my spine. I had finally figured out that the hypodermic was loaded with female hormones and testosterone blockers. It had taken me until after the second dose to realize that, based on what it was doing to my body, and I had vowed never again. Now, in light of today's run-in with the policeman, I meekly submitted to the injection. It was a large volume of fluid, and based on experience I knew I was in for a rough couple of days. I returned to my room and hung up my school uniform. I was not enrolled in the school and this was my first time wearing it. Oba had bought it as a sort of disguise for when we went into town since there were so many girls wearing it. Since there were summer classes going on at the middle school, it seemed an easy way to blend in for today's shopping trip. I had hardly left the camp since I got here, and would probably not have gone today weren't it so urgently necessary for me to buy new bras I thought with a sigh. I lay down on my stomach to catch my breath and put my head on the pillow, and I found my thoughts turning to how I got in this mess. On his day one month previously my younger sister, Jenny, was running around our house in Idaho grabbing a few last things for her trip to Japan. I had been jealous of Jenny getting to go to Japan to work at Oba's camp last summer while I was stuck in Idaho doing nothing. She lorded it over me all year round, all of the interesting places she had seen and things she had done. Now she was getting to do it again, and I had another summer of nothing. It had been a pretty simple thing to trick her into the basement that morning and lock her down there. As I was small for my age, her clothes fit me pretty well. She had hit puberty early, as many girls tend to do, and now was 5' 2", the same height as me. I, on the other hand, had not grown an inch in years and was due for a doctor's visit to examine my delayed puberty. My sister knew that my height and lack of muscles bothered me and teased me constantly, but now my lack of development made transforming into my sister as simple as changing my clothes. I put on one of her padded training bras, a pink shirt, girls jeans, and the next thing I knew the airport shuttle van to Boise was honking outside. Her bags were already packed and so I grabbed them and left. At the airport, I was terrified that I was going to be "made" as a boy. As I checked in, the lady behind the counter seemed to be eyeing me, did she suspect? When she handed me back my ticket and said "Have a pleasant flight, Miss" I breathed a sigh of relief. I dug through Jenny's carry-on and found both a pink hairband that matched her shirt that I was wearing and a tube of mascara. I went to a family bathroom and put on the hairband. Remembering Jenny's recent experiments with mascara, I was careful not to overdo it. At the gate, nobody questioned her passport or the ticket and by the time Mom got home from work I was already in the air to Japan. Landing in Japan was a little scary, but I passed through customs without a hitch. Oba had sent a driver to meet me and take the long trip up to the mountains. Oba was waiting at the door when the driver pulled up. Even though I did not know her, I sensed that she was angry. Sure enough, as soon as the driver left, she began screaming at me. Mom had called her and let her know what had happened. Oba let me know I had broken the law and how she would be in trouble as well. She said I had been cruel to her beloved Jenny and had in doing so had left Oba short a counselor with camp about to open next week. By the next morning, Oba had calmed down some and over breakfast she explained that I had two choices: return home the very next day or spend the summer working as her office assistant running the camp. She explained that Jenny, being just thirteen, was assistant counselor for a group of nine-year-olds and I could not very well do that. Oba called Mom and let her know that she would like me to stay and work for the summer. Whatever I had done was already done and it really wouldn't be made any worse if I answered for it at the end of summer. Mom reluctantly agreed, but said she already had been contacted by Japan's customs service. Mom's first reaction had been to call the airline to let them know that she suspected I was travelling as my sister, and it might be dawning on Japanese immigration that they had a fugitive. Oba suggested that we communicate only via draft emails so that we did not give away the fact that I was staying with her or even confirm that I was in Japan. Oba opened a new email account and told Mom and I to write draft messages but to never send them. Later, we could log in and check whether there was a new draft message waiting to be read. That way the messages were never sent and would not be intercepted! Oba also insisted on confiscating my cellphone - she could not take the risk of my old friends calling or texting with me. Then Oba let the bombshell drop, if I wanted to work as her assistant, I was going to have to live the summer as a girl! She reminded me that the camp was an all-girls camp and promoted itself that way. "All- girls" camp literally meant there were no men or boys on the premises; the camp specifically advertised that it was run by women for women. I really wanted to stay and I was also terrified of returning home to face Mom's hot wrath so I agreed to her terms. Since it was important that no one know my identity, I needed to start my disguise right away before any visitors came. Oba marched me straight to the bathroom and ordered me to strip. She seemed pleased that I was virtually hairless from the neck down, and had me shower before spraying me heavily with women's deodorant. She tucked my testicles up inside my body and pushed my penis between my legs as she drew one of her panty girdles up my legs to hold everything in place. It wasn't a great fit, but still, my crotch looked smooth and womanly with no sign of what lay beneath. I then put on another of Jenny's padded training bras and reached for a polo shirt and blue jeans. Oba shook her head and pulled out a black skirt, white cotton blouse, and black pantyhose Jenny had packed in case they went out somewhere nice. Oba explained that the office dealt with parents of day-campers all day and that I had to look professional, even if I was just in the background. To that end, she took out some scissors and restyled my longish hair so that I had straight bangs and a long tendril of hair curling around either side of my face, framing it. She pierced my ears for diamond studs, and then applied foundation, pink lipstick and mascara. It was important to look "a little bit extra feminine" in order to keep up my disguise. Within an hour we were both in the camp office and she was explaining the paperwork flow to me. Almost no-one came in because camp had not started, and she had me spend a fair amount of the day working on my deportment. She also took a lot of notes about me in a legal pad. Among other things, she was recording demerits for masculine behavior to punish later. Two days later a nonstop stream of packages began to arrive. About mid-morning, Oba opened one package and handed me a long narrow satin skirt that hung below my knees. She watched as I put it on, and smiled as a realized I could now only take tiny strides. She watched me take dainty steps all around the room, and then added Jenny's one-inch black high heels to my feet. The shoes were a little small and I certainly wasn't used to standing in heels all day, but Oba kept me walking and moving around the office, teaching me how to sit in a tight skirt and to climb/descend stairs. I was kept in this strange skirt for the remainder of the week, through the weekend and frequently in evenings at home for weeks thereafter. Oba told me it was called a hobble skirt and was a Japanese invention to train women to take dainty steps. My only relief from the satin prison was late on Friday when Oba gave me a vaccination. As soon as she saw the package, she opened it immediately, and told me that Japan required an additional vaccine booster beyond what I had received in the US. The shot was very large, and by Saturday morning I was feeling queasy so I got the day off. Oba did take the opportunity to dye my hair pure black, in order to make me look more Japanese. By Sunday I was back in the hobble skirt. There was a lot of paperwork with camp opening on Monday, and Oba wanted to break me of my long strides right away. Come 7:30 Monday morning I was dressed in my new office uniform, a variation of which I would wear every day from then on. Jenny's padded training bras had been replaced by much lacier "grown up" bras that now cradled real silicone breast forms complete with nipples. These were prominent enough to be noticeable through the satin blouses I now wore. I had several different styles and colors of blouse, but all very feminine. Some were sleeveless with big floppy bows, others had long sleeves with frilly cuffs that buttoned tight at the wrist. Some had buttons in back that went all the way up a high neck. Some were so sheer they had to be worn with a camisole underneath. Today's blouse was lilac with a ruffle bib that narrowed and extended to cover the center buttons all the way to my waist. It was tucked into a black summer-weight wool miniskirt lined with satin. Black pantyhose and black two- inch pumps, now my own, completed the outfit. The feel of my slippery thighs rubbing together and against the satin liner of the skirt was quite distracting. Fortunately, I was quite tightly tucked away in my new panty girdle. This girdle was even tighter than the one I had borrowed from Oba, and seemed to be almost a custom fit. The hips and buttocks were enhanced by very thick silicone inserts that gave me a booty a Latina would have been proud of, let alone a skinny Japanese girl. When I sat, my buttocks felt like I was sitting on two hot-water bottles. I had silver bangles on both wrists and my diamond studs in my ears. I spent the day answering phones, doing paperwork and working the reception desk. I was grateful for my fluency, and enjoyed using the skill. (I should mention that back home in Idaho my Mom, a native Japanese speaker, insisted that she and my Dad, a Caucasian who was also fluent, speak nothing but Japanese in at home). The bangles were heavy and seemed designed to easily slip off my wrist if I did not hold my arms level or keep my wrists bent. By the end of the day I was quite automatically posing my hands in the most feminine way, wrists bent at ninety degrees to keep the bangles from crashing to the floor. For the next two weeks, I tried to be the model secretary. I certainly looked the part, in my summery satin blouses and miniskirts. I was always heavily accessorized with bracelets and bangles, rings, toe rings and chokers. Once my ears healed, I moved from studs to hoops and dangling chandelier ear rings. Oba seemed to like me struggle with large ear rings and soon I wore them every day. They were very distracting as they constantly brushed against my cheeks. More distracting still were my nipples. They were itchy and quite puffy to look at them. They had grown quite large in diameter and they were starting to protrude from my chest. I also noticed that I had a bump beneath each breast. Over the course of just two weeks, those bumps became a swelling that soon became so pronounced that I could not fit my silicone falsies in my bra cups. Much to my relief, Oba explained that breasts like mine were called gynecomastia and would go away on their own within a year. Even better, Oba said that they signaled the onset of puberty, something I had long been awaiting. I thought nothing of it when Oba gave me a second vaccine booster that evening. Nevertheless, it was hard to ignore their growth over the next two weeks. My breasts began to sag more and more from their own weight, gradually elongating as they became heavier. As they grew larger still, they began to widen out, the nipples surrounded my more and more tissue. By the end of the month they were large, pendulous breasts that bounced and swayed with each step. The reality was they were a B- cup, but they felt like DD's to my fragile masculinity. Hence the necessity for today's trip into town to buy new bras for me. It had started well, but running into that policeman was quite scary. Then Oba had given me another vaccine booster shot. It suddenly hit me that she was giving me female hormones! but why? It was clear the time had come to email Mom and let her know everything that was going on. I confronted Oba about the hormone shot, and she admitted that she had been giving them to me to keep delaying my puberty. As soon as I grew a beard or Adam's apple the ruse would be over and I would be going to jail. "Jail?" I said in surprise. "Yes, of course jail, you idiot. Why do you think the police are looking for you? Did you think they would just send you back to the US with a slap on the wrist?" That, in fact, was exactly what I had been hoping. I left my Mom a note online laying out everything that had happened and begging to come home. Then I went to bed as I was feeling quite nauseous from the shot. By the time I woke up in the morning, Mom had left a draft email in the account to reply. She was shocked that Oba had given me hormones and told me that she had put a stop to it. Under no circumstances would Oba be allowed to give them to me again, and I should refuse any further attempts. Unfortunately, the Japanese immigration people had also contacted my Mom, and had made it clear they were aware I was in Japan I illegally. Despite my age, they told her that when I am caught in Japan, I will be in juvenile detention for six months minimum. Mom advised I should lay low, and they would come up with a plan to smuggle me out. Her extended family was in the shipping business in this Prefcture, and it was relatively easy to sneak people out of Japan. Under no circumstances should I call or email her, it was likely the US government was helping them to look for me electronically. Although the Japanese police were aware of our relationship with Oba, Mom's extensive network of family in Japan meant there were a lot of places that I might be. Oba's camp was only one of many. I was simultaneously distressed, because I felt trapped, and relieved that I was not going to have to face my legal problems right away. Mostly though, I was ravenous. Each time I had a shot I would sleep for a day and then wakeup starving, and this was no exception. Oba had prepared a massive breakfast and then prepared a second for me two hours later. I had been eating a lot lately in general, and Oba had replaced all my panty girdles twice already. The latest ones were much more comfortable because they didn't have those ridiculous silicone gel inserts. Back at work on Monday morning, I continued to have clothes problems. My new bras and panty girdles felt great, but now my skirts and blouses were too tight. The fact that skirts that had slid easily over heavily padded panty girdles two months ago, but now could not make it over my own hips and butt should have alarmed me more than it did. I could only squeeze into my two stretchiest skirts, and my blouses were stretched so tight the lace pattern on the bra was pressed through the satin of the blouse. My bras, with their padding and push-up design lifted, separated and displayed my breasts, making my B-cups look stacked. Unfortunately for me, what was a slightly busty woman in the US was a bit of a rarity in Japan, and the Dads dropping off paperwork in the camp office all made sure to get a good eyeful. Oba liked to over-compensate for the scorching summer outside by keeping the office super-cool. The breeze from the air conditioner coming on made it extra cold, and my nipples would poke obscenely against my blouse and although they became erect in an instant, it took forever for them to go back down. One day I was crouched behind a file cabinet when I overheard two Dads wondering aloud where was "Chikubi-chan." It took me a minute to figure out that the "nipple-girl" they were talking about was me! Mortified, I stood up and stormed up to the desk thinking they would be embarrassed. They just laughed and handed over their forms, saying "Here you are, Chikubi-chan" and, staring closely at my blouse "No love for us today? Chikubi-chan." I blushed beneath my foundation, and to my utter shame my nipples sprung erect! I was turned on by the humiliation, which only deepened when the men clapped and cheered. Fortunately, Oba entered the office or who knows where things might have led. Later that evening, Oba accused me of being a slut and of throwing myself at the men. Despite my protests, she said if I wanted to act like a slut I could do it in the evenings. Fifteen minutes later I was dressed in a micro-miniskirt and thin white halter top with no bra. I wore white thigh-high fishnet stockings and red three inch heels. My hair had been pulled into twin high pigtails and secured with plaid ribbons to match the skirt. I practiced walking heel to toe on a treadmill while Oba corrected me with a riding crop, my ass-cheeks and thighs easily accessible under the skirt. The lacy black g-string offering no protection. I was taught to plant my heels one after the other down a center line to force my wide hips to sway. Once I had mastered that, I was taught to cross them over an inch to exaggerate the hip sway even farther. "Faster!" Oba yelled and increased the speed of the treadmill. Fear gripped my stomach as I could barely keep up, my arms were flailing and breasts bouncing wildly. It was until my breasts had bounced completely free of the halter top that Oba finally slowed down the treadmill, but she still made me walk another quarter mile topless. "Remember that, slut!" yelled Oba. "You will be shy and demure at all times!" Then she let me stagger off to bed. Back in my normal office clothes the next day, my mind was still reeling when another policeman came to the office. He once again produced my yearbook picture from home and began asking around about me. Oba was polite and helpful to the detective, but adamant that she had no knowledge of my whereabouts. Later that same week that Oba took me to the orthodontist to have him look at my teeth. Oba kept using the phrase "tsuke-yaeba" and we went all the way into Kanazawa to a clinic that specialized in this procedure. When I left four hours later, my naturally straight smile had been wrecked by the attachment of caps to my two upper incisors that made my canine teeth much more pronounced. I was also wearing pink braces on my teeth that would gradually crowd my teeth together and force the canines forward, resulting in the "snaggletooth" smile that gave tsuke-yaeba its name. It was considered cute, even sexy, in Japan where these imperfections are a way to infantilize women and sexualize child-like appearances. Like all braces, these were painful at first and it took me a few weeks to get used to them. Once I had them installed, Oba began to have me dress more and more Kawaii. I quit wearing my office attire and began to dress exclusively in pleated skirts and plaid rompers, my straight bangs supplemented by pigtails and ribbons or a hairbow. Despite the increasingly cool weather, my skirts were shorter than ever, and I had to be careful not to let my panties show. She had bought a dozen tight gaffs to compress my testicles up into my body while holding my penis tucked between my legs. The gaffs were nude in color, and Oba had worked hard to closely match my pale skin. Over the gaff, I now wore cotton bikini panties in a variety of colors. Oba made a game of having me choose the color in the morning and her guessing it at the end of the day. If she guessed correctly, I would get twenty of her best with the paddle, thanking her and counting them out after every stroke. Even the slightest bend at the waist during the day would give me away, and she also had removed the privacy panel on my desk. This left me constantly tugging my skirt down and sitting with my legs tightly crossed at all times. No matter what I did, I was constantly showing off my thighs as I sat. Oba gave me some thigh high leg warmers to help with the cold. Even if I pulled them all of the way up the short skirt left me flashing a lot of thigh and goodness, my thighs had gotten so fleshy! I had gained nearly twenty pounds over the summer. Most of that had gone to my breasts, hips and butt, but I had also put on a layer of fat over my whole body. It reminded me of my friend's poster back home of a thicc girl with the caption, "I like girls because...squooshy!" My breasts had continued to grow and I was now a C-cup. They looked enormous in the mirror, especially on my small 5'2" frame. Despite their ever-increasing weight, my boobs still had almost no sag and were quite firm. Although they are too heavy to really be called perky, they were also so new that gravity had not changed them at all. It was only their substantial weight that made them pendulous. One other indication of their weight were some noticeable stretch marks from their rapid growth. My prominent areola remained roughly the diameter of a soda can. Two bright pink circles with long, thick nipples rising (almost always, sigh) from the center. As I turned in the mirror, I could see my bubble butt protruding behind me. It was round and firm, much too large for a Japanese girl really. I had never really measured my hips or butt, but did find them knocking things off of desks in our tight office quite often now. Also when I sat, I sat higher and it felt almost like I had brought an inflatable "donut" to sit on. I was cushioned, much like the falsies I used to wear, only now the cushioning was all natural! Oba had gone so far as to order some panties from overseas that were cut to accommodate a booty like mine. With the end of summer came the end of summer camp. I asked Oba about returning to the US and she replied that she and my Mom were still working on it, but that they needed more time. It was then she informed me that I would be starting school the following week! We had bought that one middle school uniform to use as a disguise, but imagine my surprise when Oba opened a disused closet to reveal a whole week's worth of identical uniforms. Despite the fact that I would have been in high school back home, Oba had held me back in middle school! I left a note online complaining to my Mom, but when I signed back on in the morning she supported Oba like always. Oba tightly wrapped my chest in an ace bandage to compress my boobs. I then put on a camisole and my cap-sleeved blouse and pleated skirt. The dark navy trim and stripes gave the whole outfit a bit of nautical feel, but the skirt seemed on the short end of what any military would allow. I wore the red kerchief and slide around my neck, and the school blazer and thigh high stockings since it was cold today. My hair was up in twin buns tied high on my head with ribbons woven into them. My makeup was simple, but heavily applied: a little too much foundation and a little too much mascara. At school, I was terrified of being "made" and kept close to my Oba at all times. I need not have been so afraid, although my fear probably came across as shyness which helped my disguise. I was by now far curvier than any of my classmates, and although my breasts were hidden, I still had a very feminine figure. From the ribbons in my hair, to my pink braces and down to my pleated skirt and naked, fleshy thighs everything about me screamed teenage tart! Oba made sure to enroll me in as many "girl" classes as possible including cosmetology and home economics. I also was to take a dance class for gym. Monday found me dressed in my school uniform once again. It wasn't too bad since all the girls were wearing it, but I still thought the skirt was too short and the design was fetishistic. With my ace bandages tightly compressing my breasts, I was mostly indistinguishable from the other girls. I was much thiccer than average though, and the giant plaid ribbons tied around my high pigtails were second to none. I was sitting on a bench outside between classes when a girl came over and sat right next to me. She was beautiful, tall and athletically built. Despite wearing the same uniform, she managed to somehow look much more mature and sophisticated. She looked at my pigtails with their giant plaid ribbons and bows and said, "Those are so ridiculous." I was shocked and a bit embarrassed but then she continued, "Look Daniel Tanaka, I know who you are beneath that outfit. Unless you want the entire school to know you will do exactly what I tell you!!!" With that, she handed me the same flyer with my picture the policemen had been showing around earlier that summer. She told me her name was Reiko and that she had been at Oba's summer camp the evening I arrived, having just dropped some paperwork in the mail slot after hours. Although she did not make me for a boy at the time, she did notice that I was hustled into my Oba's house and had almost no figure. Later, when I appeared fully developed in the camp office a few weeks later it seemed strange. She put it all together because she happened to grab one of the flyers the policeman had left behind before Oba threw them all away. Handing me her cellphone she said, I want you to call your Oba and tell her you have joined a study group that meets for two hours after school and ask if she can pick you up then. Oba was relieved that I had made friends on the first day of school and so it was that at 3pm I found myself riding on the back of Reiko's scooter as she zipped through traffic to her home. Once there we went inside and she set out milk and cookies for us as a snack. I told her I did not intend to be blackmailed and asked her to give me one good reason I shouldn't punch her right now. Without hesitating, she raised a taser from beneath the table and shot me in the chest. (It wasn't until later I learned her father was a cop.) I fell out of the chair and she left me twitching on the floor for five seconds. When the taser shut off, she held the trigger down for another ten seconds while I convulsed. By the time Reiko finally turned it off I had temporarily lost control of my muscles. She deftly untucked my blouse and camisole and pulled them off over my head leaving me wrapped in an ace bandage. Then she put me in a pair of thumb cuffs behind my back and waited for me to recover. "Right. Now that we understand each other, I want you to stand up and help me undress you," said Reiko. When I kept laying there, she pressed the taser against my naked thigh and gave me another two second jolt. I stood up quickly, not wanting anymore pain. I did my best to hold my arms out of the way as she unwrapped the bandage from my torso, revealing my C-cup (American) breasts. "You are just full of surprises," said Reiko. She took a nipple in each hand and stoked them gently, bringing them instantly erect. She had me smile for a couple of cellphone photos, telling me to arch my back to really thrust my boobs out. She then removed my penny loafers and leg warmers before unzipping and lowering my skirt. Tugging down my tight panty girdle over my fat hips and ass, she released my four-inch penis, which was so hard it was throbbing. She took the head between her thumb and fingertips and stroked it until I could not help but to start bucking my hips to try to cum. She pulled her hand away and took out our homework and began reading it, leaving me naked and thumb cuffed - humping at the air next to her. A few minutes later she began stroking the head of my penis again, once again stopping just before I could climax. After an hour and a half of this, she said it was time to get back to school. I was crying and begging for relief but she would not let me cum. She took a short video of me begging with my tits jutting out and my erection wagging in the air, and then several more photos. She had me lay down on the couch as best I could with my arms behind my back. Reiko left the room, and for a moment I thought Reiko was going to get lotion to finish me off. She returned, however, with a gallon ziplock filled with crushed ice and a little bit of water to help transfer the cold and held it tightly against my genitals. After about two minutes I was howling in pain, my erection long gone and my swollen testicles turning blue. While we waited for my ride at school, Reiko pulled out her phone and flipped through the pictures of me standing naked, cock and nipples fully erect. Then she played the video of me crying and dancing around begging to cum, my penis bouncing wildly. I thought of grabbing her phone and smashing it, but Reiko reminded me that all of the filming had been done at her house while connected to wifi. Everything had been uploaded to cloud storage automatically even before we even left her home. Reiko told me that she did not want me to touch myself that night, but that she would let me orgasm tomorrow. Oba arrived to take me home, and Reiko came to the car to meet her. "Obasan, this is Reiko my new study partner," I said. Reiko reiterated that we were forming a study group, and that it would meet after school every day. Oba was pleased to hear that I had found a group of friends, and agreed that it was a good idea. The next afternoon found me back at Reiko's house, standing naked next to her desk and being edged for over an hour why Reiko studied. Once my legs started to tremble, she handed me a condom and told me that I could orgasm but only after I put it on. I saw that it was labeled as a desensitizing condom, designed to delay orgasm. I briefly hoped that I might get to have sex with Reiko, but she told me I had five minutes to masturbate to an orgasm or I would have to do without. I hesitated for a moment, but then slid on the condom and began desperately jacking off. She pulled out her phone and began filming, but I was too far gone to stop. Despite the desensitizing lube, I came with a few seconds to spare, completely filling the large reservoir tip at the end of the condom. Reiko carefully slid the condom off, not spilling a drop of cum, and then had me lie on my back. She straddled my chest and ordered me to hold still as she cut the tip of the condom off and proceeded to bukkake me. I had come a lot, and Reiko used her fingers to squeeze the entire contents out, painting my face with my own come. Once it was empty, she turned the condom inside out and slid it over two of her fingers. Then she fucked my mouth with it, using me to clean all of the cum off the inside of the condom. Another series of pictures followed, which Reiko then showed to me. She had painted thick ropes of cum across my face, one began on my forehead and crossed over my right eye continuing onto my right cheek. It had become heavily tangled in my upper eyelashes and hung down like a rope on my cheek. Another shot straight up the middle of my face, covering one side of my nose and thickly covering one nostril before crossing my lips onto my chin. A third rope covered my left cheek and into my hair on the left side. Reiko had used the very last of the cum to coat my lips like lipstick. Then she covered my clear nostril and had me breathe in sharply through the cum covered one. This brought a glob of cum up through my sinus and into the back of my mouth which Reiko had me show her for another picture. Reiko then when back to studying for another half hour, my face still covered in cum. I had become Reiko's sex slave, and before the first month of school was out, she had a lifetime worth of blackmail photos and videos stored away. She had me bring over some of my prettiest bras and would have me dress in just a bra and panties for the whole time I was at her house. She loved to keep me on edge and would frequently strip down to her underwear to torment me with her beautiful body. She swam competitively and had the slightly over developed arms and shoulders of a female swimmer. Other than that, she was perfect, with a firm ass, tight stomach and long muscular legs. After an hour of rubbing her body against mine, she would have me lie on the floor on my shoulders with my hips high over my lips. With my massive boobs framing my face, she would methodically jerk me off and very carefully aim the cum into my own mouth. Heaven help me if she felt I was not doing my best to catch it, and she became quite good with her aim. She had bought a 12" dildo with a suction cup attachment. It was quite realistic, with veins and big, dangling balls. She stuck it to a glass mirror and had me watch myself practice sucking it. This included freshening my lipstick again and again and placing lipstick rings around the plastic cock that were successively closer and closer to the base. Soon I got to where I could deep throat the dildo to its base and lick its balls when I got there. She then got another dildo and, after cleaning me out with an enema, would watch as I would "spit roast" myself. I would rock back and forth between the dildo in my ass and the one in my mouth (still mounted on a mirror, so I could watch myself as I worked to an orgasm), and then I would lick my cum off of the hardwood floor. She had bought me a leotard in hot pink that she would have me wear over black pantyhose and take video while I did aerobics along to the TV. My outfit was ridiculous, with the high leg openings of the leotard showing off my hips and ass while the scoop top barely contained my boobs. The back of the leotard was little more than a thong, and the globes of my but were gleaming beneath the stretched black pantyhose. My breasts had grown to a D-Cup and were spilling over the sides of all my existing bras. This wasn't a huge problem as I was still compressing them most all of the time, but Oba took me once again to by new bras, this time in Kanazawa. Oba had found a bra shop that specialized in larger bra sizes that would have a better selection for my big breasts. The saleswoman, Julia, examined my breasts quite closely. She smiled as my nipples erected, but pretended not to notice even though they were unusually thick and long. She did point out that my breasts were getting stretch marks from their rapid growth and that suggested that I should put lotion on them. I lost count of how many bra's I tried on: Push-up bras, Padded Bras, T-shirt Bras, Convertible Bras, Strapless Bras, Balconette Bras, Bandeau Bras, Bralettes, Deep Plunge Bras and Sports Bras. Julia was very conscientious to adjust each bra for its best possible fit. To me it seemed as though Julia was going out of her way to caress my breasts with each strap adjustment, constantly slipping her fingers between the straps and my skin and sliding them along my breasts. Ensuring the cups were "laying smooth" seemed to require Julia stroking the cups just over both of my nipples with the tips of her index fingers. This was usually done to both breasts simultaneously and made me feel weak in the knees. After exhaustively adjusting the bra for a perfect fit, the final step was for Julia was to lift my breasts in her hands to see how much weight the bra was holding. Toward the end of the session, she started doing this from behind me, more or less embracing me as she groped my boobs, her hot breath on my neck. I was also trying on a few different manufacturers for each bra type, since each company fit a little differently, and so tried on roughly 30 bras. Julia's thorough fitting technique insured that my breasts had been toyed with for well over an hour before I finally made it to the end. At last, Oba gathered up our selections and carried them to the front register to pay for them. As she exited the changing room, Oba noticed a rack of bikinis on discount. Although we were out of time before my orthodontist appointment, she grabbed a pastel yellow one with white polka dots in my size and tossed it back into the dressing room for me to try on. By this point, I was fortunate not to have already ejaculated into my panties and I was still dangerously close to losing control. I turned away from Julia and sheepishly removed my skirt and panties. Then I pulled up the bikini bottoms and saw they were hopelessly inadequate at hiding my erection. With no choice but to go forward, I removed the sports bra I was still wearing. Before I could figure out the bikini top Julia said, "turn around." My legs were literally trembling from the excitement of all the stroking and touching when Julia handed me a tube of cream for my stretch marks. As I regarded the tube, I was startled when Julia began massaging some of the thick cream onto my breasts. I hadn't realized that she had already squeezed huge dollops of it into her palms, which she cupped directly onto my nipples before spreading it around. Julia diligently massaged it into the stretch marks near the tops of his breasts, and for the moment I felt I was going to maintain control. At the last moment however, Julia untied my bikini bottoms, tossed them aside, and wrapped her slippery hands around my penis and balls. After just thirty seconds of stroking his shaft and massaging my balls she stepped back and waited. I teetered on the edge for a few seconds before shooting rope after rope of cum on the floor of the fitting room. Stifling a laugh with a hand over her mouth, Julia played innocent and quickly left me in the fitting room to ring up the bikini while I had to scramble and pull myself together before Oba returned. Walking out of the store a few minutes later, I found a scrap of paper that said, "Now that I know your secret, I hope I can help you try on a few special things!" signed Julia. The next day we were back in Kanazawa to visit the Orthodontist. As I walked infrom the car, I got a glimpse of myself in a mirror's reflection. I was dressed in Harajuku-lolita style. I was wearing what was essentially a lilac Easter dress designed for a four year old and sized for a twelve year old. Impossibly frilly and far too short even on my petite body, I was in constant danger of flashing my ruffled panties beneath the petticoats. The high waistline of the satin dress came to just below my breasts. From the waistline, two bands of lilac satin framed the side of my breasts and became enormous cap sleeve shoulders. The center of the bodice was white lace, through which you could clearly see my breasts being lifted on display by my new D-cup bra, bought just yesterday. Wide straps and four rows of hooks in back allowed this bra to suppport my heavy tits up and away from my body and present them on a shelf. When I slid into the orthodontist chair, the Nurse advised me to check my skirt, which had slid up two inches that it could not spare, putting my satin lilac panties with white lace trim on display. Oba shook her head in disapproval as I tugged down my hemline. The orthodontist's eyes were bugging out as he worked on me. He said that rather than just a tightening, he needed to do a more extensive rewiring of the braces this visit as my teeth had progressed quite a bit. He suggested my Oba might want to take a walk since this would take a while. As soon as she left, he gave me some gas to kill the pain. I must have drifted off, but when I came to the orthodontist had straddled the chair and was fucking my mouth with abandon. I tried to close my mouth, but some sort of metal bite blocker was holding it wide open. I could feel his cock enter my throat with each thrust, but thanks to Reiko's training sessions I did not gag. He orgasmed moments later, thrusting his hips one last time and burying his cock in my throat. Warm jets of cum shot straight down my throat and into my belly. Rather than face the horrid reality of the situation, I pretended to be asleep as he removed the bite blocker and put me on oxygen to clear the anesthesia. By the time Oba returned, I was back in the waiting room reading a magazine as if nothing had happened. We drove back to home with the taste of his cum lingering in my mouth. As winter turned to spring, my breasts finally stopped growing at a DD- cup. Reiko continued to use me every day as her sex slave, although she had moved on from strictly tormenting me to using me as a sex toy for her enjoyment. One day at her apartment she had put on my thumbcuffs and then abruptly pulled down her skirt and panties and had me lick her pussy for half an hour. She came violently over and over during the half hour, and from then on it was a daily part of our routine. Reiko gave me constant feedback about what she liked and did not and I became a very accomplished pussy licker. We then moved on to me eating her ass while she read her homework or her sitting on my face and controlling my breathing while she watched TV. If I failed to bring her to orgasm, even when she was multi-tasking, she would become quite angry. She would take a long piece of rope and wind it around the top of my scrotum again and again, using the windings to stretch my testicles farther and farther from my body. Already in extreme discomfort from the ball stretching, she then took out a bristled hair brush and would spank my testicles while berating my performance. We would then watch together as my balls turned purple from lack of circulation while she played with the head of my penis. Once fully erect, she would take a tube of wasabi and spread it on a toothbrush before scrubbing my penis all over, paying special attention to the head. Along with pain of the wasabi, the feeling of the blood returning to my balls was enough to leave me in tears. With just two weeks left in the school year, our routine changed. I was at Reiko's home on my knees in a bra with my hands in thumb cuffs behind my back. I was still in my skirt, tights and a constricting pantygirdle, but she had removed my blouse and compression wrap. She had told me to bring my black bra with beautiful white flowers embroidered on it. Ever since my breasts had passed D-cup, Oba kept returning to the specialty bra shop in Kanazawa which had a better selection of large bras. They also, however, tended to have only very high-quality brands and even their cheaper stuff was still quite elaborate for a teenager. Reiko commanded that I put it on, so I hooked the bra closed in front of me before spinning it around a putting the straps over my shoulders. The DD bra was a masterpiece of engineering, with five rows of hooks, wide satin straps and sturdy underwires all helping to shift the weight of my boobs onto my shoulders. My chest jutted out, forming a massive cleavage between my bulging tits. This bra had been built for an adult woman to show off her assets, and as such had a special feature. Knowing this, Reiko reached down and carefully tucked the upper half of each bra cup into the lower half, thereby folding each cup in half and turning this into a demi-bra. Now my nipples were fully exposed, and Reiko began sucking on one while stroking the other. Soon they were erect, but Reiko kept playing with them for a good five minutes until they were rock-hard and I was shifting uncomfortably. Suddenly the doorbell rang. As Reiko, stood to answer it I made to run and hide but she told me to freeze. At great pain to my genitals, Reiko had taught me that when told to freeze I was not to move anything but my eyes, so I could only watch as two boys I had never seen came in. "Relax Ruri," said Reiko allowing me to move again. My face and chest flushed with hot shame, and I struggled to turn my naked chest away from the leering boys. "What's with the handcuffs? I thought you said your friend wanted to blow us," said the taller of the two boys. "Thumb cuffs," corrected Reiko, pointing them out to the boys. Still on my knees, I had managed to turn my back to the boys. Now Reiko helped me to my feet and had me to turn to face them and move closer. I did not resist, knowing if I did that it would be punished later. I blushed furiously as the boys gaped at my tits, their faces only inches away. "Ruri please tell the boys, for the record, that you have been begging me to find someone to give a blowjob before giving one to your boyfriend for the first time and that the thumb cuffs were your idea so you don't chicken out." Reiko took out her phone and recorded me explaining how I was ready to give my boyfriend a blowjob, but I had never done it before and wanted it to be good for him. How he was older and so much more experienced and that I didn't want to lose him because I was bad at sex. When she asked me if I had been forced into the cuffs, I shook my head vigorously which set my breasts wobbling from side to side. She instructed the boys to play with my breasts and they groped them shyly. By the time five minutes had passed, the boys had gained confidence and each was sucking hard on a nipple. I rubbed my thighs together trying with no success to bring myself to orgasm. Then, the boys stripped down to their underwear. Reiko told me to pull down their underwear with my teeth. To no surprise, the two teenage boys were already fully erect. Reiko, gave me instruction on how to lick and tease the boys. After just a few minutes, it was clear that they both were ready to explode at any time. Reiko told me to form a tube with my mouth. She than said something about "irrumatio" and the taller boy began fucking my mouth, thrusting his hips back and forth while holding my head still. "Deeper," Reiko said to the boy and he pulled my head closer. My lips were now gliding down his entire length which each thrust, his penis sliding into my throat. In less than a minute, he pulled my head tightly to his crotch and held it there while he shot load after load down the back of my throat. As he stepped away, Reiko grabbed his arm and pulled him back toward me. "You should always suck the penis for at least a minute after you swallow. Men love this and it is your way of thanking them for letting you enjoy their beautiful cock. Of course, it goes without saying you should always swallow unless they say they want to paint your face with it." "How come you never swallow?" the boy asked Reiko. She laughed and playfully slapped his ass in response and I realized this was probably the high school boy that Reiko was dating. He guided his still hard cock into my waiting mouth and I sucked on it for another minute before pulling away. "Not bad," said Reiko. "You need to work on making and maintaining eye contact throughout the blowjob. Smile and flirt more with your eyes. Make some noise to let him know that you are having fun sucking on him. If he cums in your mouth, show it to him. Play with it a little bit and savor it like it is a fresh dollop of whipped cream. If he cums down your throat, don't forget to suck him clean afterward. There is always a drop of cum left inside that you can suck out and show him on your tongue! With that, the shorter boy came over and placed his penis at my lips. I smiled seductively at him before opening my mouth and sucking in just the head. I pulled back, smiled again and proceeded to deepthroat him all of the way to his balls. He began pounding away at my face, and I maintained eye contact watching his excitement grow. I was in no danger of gagging, but emphasized the sound of his cock entering my throat and in moments had also shot his load down. He did not finish down my throat like his friend. Instead, he stopped with just the tip just inside my lips, flooding my mouth with come. When I looked up, Reiko had her phone filming me and motioning me to open my mouth, so I held my mouth open and swirled my tongue around in the cum. Next, Reiko motioned to have me spit the cum in my hand. Then she had me drink the cum back down and lick my hand clean before taking the penis back into my mouth for a thorough post-orgasm suck. Turning off the phone Reiko said to the boy, "So much cum! I am glad I told you no orgasms for a week to prepare." The boys came over every day until school ended two weeks later. The thumb cuffs were only used occasionally after that first session, but we did "work on my technique" every day. Every possible blowjob position was explored, as well as incorporating tit-fucking into the mix. Reiko particularly seemed to like finish off the boys by jerking them off into my mouth. This assured that I really got to "savor" the load vs. wasting it down my throat. One day, after both boys had finished off in my mouth, Reiko ordered me not to swallow and returned with a large syringe. She suctioned the cum out of my mouth and into the syringe. Then she had me lie on my back with my head tilted back and slowly filled each nostril until it was brimming with cum. As soon as I snorted it into my mouth, she refilled my nose with cum again and again. I was most humiliated being throat fucked while lying down on my back with my head hanging off the end of this long, padded bench. The degradation of his dangling balls slapping against my nose as I looked up is something I will never forget. (It was particularly hard to forget as Reiko had filmed it. Once she saw how embarrassed it made me, she frequently had me watch it with the boys on her big screen TV to start our sessions together.) The position also allowed the boys easy access to play with my super sensitive nipples, and I came in my panties underneath my skirt without even being touched. You can clearly see the change in my face as I orgasm on the video, deepening my shame. Our last session together was the day penultimate day of school. Rather than cumming in my mouth, Reiko had them finish on my face. Then she gathered one of her old swimming medals out of a case. It had a blue ribbon and the medal read, generically, "Saisho no basho." She then draped the medal over my head and had me hold it up next to my cum covered face. She took a picture that she captioned "#1 Blowjob - Ishikawa Prefecture" and saved it to her collection. An hour later, I was picked up by my Oba at school and taken back home. I was shocked when we arrived home to see Reiko's scooter parked at our house! Reiko was working on a computer when we came in, and immediately stood and came over and greeted Oba warmly. I was surprised once again when Reiko took out her thumb cuffs and told me to turn around. I shook my head no, but when Oba also told me to put the cuffs on, I relented. (Reiko had pulled out her Taser to clinch the argument). Once I was seated on a tall stool at the kitchen counter, Reiko took the additional step of wrapping a wide leather belt across my thighs before cinching me tightly to the stool. The three of us watched then as Reiko replayed two weeks of blowjobs, nearly 30 cumshots, that she had edited into a compilation video. The opening scene was titled "Daniel Tanaka's New Life in Japan" and was the one of me naked, tits bouncing and my cock wagging around as I thrust my hips begging to to cum. The final shot was me wearing the first place medal with my face covered in cum, smiling as it dripped slowly down. "I just had time to add the last scene. Not bad, considering this happened less than two hours ago!" said Reiko. Oba explained that she had known about Reiko all along. In fact, she had set us up. Apparently Oba was also Reiko's second-Aunt or something and Reiko and I were distant cousins. Oba then dropped the bombshell that my Mom was on her way from the airport even as we spoke!!! Oba explained that Mom had ultimately grown suspicious about my delayed return and there never being any progress towards me returning. She had flown in to take me home, and there was no doubt she would be furious with Oba for transforming me into a futanari. Apparently, there was a lot that Oba had been hiding from both Mom and I. Oba had set up the online note trading system between Mom and I so that Oba could see and read Mom's messages to me before I did and vice versa. Oba had claimed it was to keep our messages from getting intercepted by the Japanese and American police, but now she and Reiko laughed hysterically as they showed me their trickery. The note to Mom that I had left online complaining about female hormones and asking to come home had been intercepted by Oba and deleted. She had replaced it by one that said I was having so much fun in Japan that I wanted to stay after the summer and do a school year here as well. The note was accompanied by a series of photoshopped photos Reiko had created of my old self in front of local tourist sites. From Mom's side of the conversation, not only was I still my old self, it looked like we spent almost every weekend touring Japan! Likewise, Mom's outraged note in response about no more hormones had really written by Oba, who said, "I could not have given you any more hormones at that point anyway. I had already given you three doses of a drug cocktail so powerful they only give two for sex reassignment candidates! I was afraid if I gave you more that it would kill you!" It had been Oba masquerading as Mom who had convinced me that the police in America were looking for me as well and "Mom" who advised I should remain in Japan. "What about the policemen I saw with my own eyes?" I asked naively. Oba and Reiko both erupted into laughter. It took a few seconds before Oba was able to calm down enough to speak and tell me, "Those are both actor friends of mine. You will be sucking their dicks to thank them for me soon enough!" "Speaking of acting," said Reiko, and then she showed me that she had an email set to go out tomorrow with a link to my blowjob compilation video. The email explained my decision to enter the Japanese porn trade as a dickgirl and asked my friends and family for their support. Reiko had raided my confiscated cellphone and the "To:" list on the email was virtually everyone I had ever known. "Either you convince your Mom that all this was your idea, or this email goes out automatically tomorrow," said Reiko as she closed her computer. As I struggled against my bonds she continued, "Here is the story. You have always known you wanted to be a girl. One night you snuck away from your Oba's to go to an LGBTQ meeting dressed en femme, and we fell in love at first sight. You and I became lesbian lovers. You wanted to transition, and people at the meeting put you in touch with a free clinic. Some forged papers and friendly doctors got you the hormones you needed. By the time your Aunt caught on, it was already too late. You had given yourself both doses just a month apart and wrapped your chest to hide the changes." EPILOGUE - FOUR YEARS LATER I sit back in the glider, grateful have some lower back support for the moment after a long day. I unbutton my dress and to reveal my now G- cup breasts. They are swollen with milk, which has temporarily grown my breasts and dramatically increased their already substantial weight. The smell of my breast milk fills the air as I unhook the mint colored nursing bra cup accented with white lace and a soaked nipple pad drops into my lap. My pendulous right breast hangs down unsupported now, milk dripping freely from the dark nipple that hangs nearly straight down. I gather up the crying infant and soon it is feeding happily, leaving me a moment to reflect on the last few years. My Mom was predictably furious when she arrived four years ago to realize the voluptuous girl in front of her was, in fact, her son. My acting must have been good enough, because she left the very next day, crying and speaking of my betrayal. Never really accepting of gay people at home, her reaction to me was predictably disappointing - she disowned me. During the summer, I continued to work in the office at Oba's camp. I always dressed in a smart skirt, pantyhose, low heels and blouse to give off a professional impression. Oba had taken to using me as her sex slave as well, however, and now I began each day with an enema and a large butt plug before dressing for work. The plug was there to remind me of position throughout the day; it was long enough to press against my prostate and had a remote control that Oba used to torment me with vibrations. During the winter, with camp closed, I worked a variety of jobs each more humiliating than the one before. Waitressing was one of the jobs, and in grope-happy Japan it was no treat. Oba made sure to get me a job at a local themed caf?. We had different outfits, theme and menu for each day of the week. Friday night, "Casino Night", was the worst. My costume was Vegas cocktail waitress. Essentially a high-legged leotard in a floral pattern, it incorporated a flouncy micro-skirt that hid nothing. Black pantyhose and three-inch heels showed off my legs. My round ass jutted out from beneath the skirt, the leotard stretched tightly across my rolling butt cheeks and tried not to disappear between them. Up front, my penis and balls were tightly tucked away with a gaff beneath the flat front panel of the leotard. The high cut leg openings of the leotard showed a lot of my fleshy hips beneath the sheer black hose. My waist was constricted tightly by the outfit, and my breasts threatened to spill out at any time. (They often did, once again I became known as Chikubi-chan or "nipple girl"). Since it was Friday, all the men were drunk and feeling me up at every opportunity. The other nights weren't as bad because the men weren't quite as drunk, but the outfits were all scandalous: "Maid Night", "Schoolgirl Night", "Hostess Night", "Cheerleader Night", "Fetish Night". The last one was sort of a catchall for anything leather or latex but you could dress lolicon style or just in lingerie. (Apparently you aren't allowed to wear just a G-string and pasties with tassels or you get yelled at. Thanks a lot Oba!) Last year, Oba decided to open a daycare in the winter to supplement her summer camp, and so I have been working with infants and toddlers all winter long and into the spring. The work is rewarding, but also somewhat challenging with all of the energy it takes. Mostly, my back aches from the weight of my boobs and my nipples are sore from all of the breastfeeding. Oba thought it would appeal to some mothers to have a wet nurse on duty, so I was given a different round of hormones to trick my body into thinking it was pregnant. I even had a week of morning sickness! The false pregnancy caused my breasts to permanently grow another size to an F-cup and permanently turned my nipples much darker as well. When my milk finally came in, I was put right back to work and now I spend half of my waking hours either breastfeeding at work or pumping at home. Our daycare advertises that women can have their babies fed naturally if they wish. Although few people want a stranger breastfeeding their child, we are the only daycare providing this service so almost all our clients request it. I literally have as many as six infants nursing from me during the day! So much of my life now is spent draining my breasts. The daycare has two other women working there but I am the only wet nurse. I do get to spend some time changing diapers, cleaning up and preparing food, but generally I am seated in a glider nursing a baby or even two simultaneously. Draining my milk when not at work is a big time sink as well. I went through several breast pumps before finding one that has breast shields large enough to accommodate my huge breasts and large nipples. The breast pump creates a vacuum that distends my nipples a full inch into the breast shields which further causes milk to erupt in multiple tiny jets from the tips. The milk collects in two bottles attached to the shields, and I used to spend an hour every day just sitting and holding the breast shields to my boobs for fifteen minutes while the pump did its work. I have to breastfeed or pump every four hours or it becomes painful so generally I have to pump once when I wake up, twice in the evening and once in the middle of the night. By the time I am due to pump, my breasts have swollen to their maximum size, a full G-cup. They are heavily laden with milk and the smell of milk seems to emanate directly from my boobs although it is probably just from the soaked nipple pads. Recently, Oba purchased a bra contraption for me that holds my breast shields onto my boobs and connects to a wearable pump so I can use my hands while I pump and I don't have to just sit. I frequently wear it in the evening as I am preparing dinner or cleaning house, but it is sooo embarrassing walking around with an 8oz bottle of milk hanging off the end of each boob! It does not help that Oba still stifles a grin every time she sees me in it. Although I generally wear a button front dress at work to allow easy access when nursing babies, I change to a skirt and blouse when I get home so I can wear my portable milking apparatus. I long to wear just sweatpants and a t-shirt, but Oba insists that I wear skirts or dresses at all times to keep feminine. In fact, I generally am wearing three-inch heels in the evening since she does not want me to become too used to the flats I wear at the daycare. My evening blouses are all shiny satin with lots of ruffles. Since Oba does not like the look of my special pumping bra ("too hospital looking") she makes sure the satin is either boldly colored or thick enough to hide the bra. She refers to them as my "nanny" blouses. The good news is that Reiko and I had grown fond of each other, in a dom/sub sort of way during our sessions in middle school. She is graduating high school next month and she is marrying the same boyfriend she had in middle school. I am set to be one of the bridesmaids The big secret is Reiko is pregnant! She won't really be showing when she graduates high school, and she is going to have the baby late in the fall. I will be moving in with them to be their private wet nurse and maid. Reiko doesn't want her tits to get "messed up" by breastfeeding, and her husband misses my blowjobs. Speaking of which, I had better burp this baby and get ready to leave. It is almost 6pm, which is pickup time at daycare, and I am due back at Oba's right after work. Her actor friends are coming over for dinner tonight. They like to dress up and reprise their policeman roles. This generally ends up with me handcuffed, being "spit-roasted" between them as they take turns fucking my mouth and ass. I need to hurry home in time squirt lots and lots of anal lube into my butt before the arrive; the last time they visited I walked funny at work.