The following is a work of fiction and is intended for adult readers only. It is based on characters developed by Toxis and The Mayor of Cherish and deals with mature subject mature. For background read their stories at www.bimbofiction.com or www.mcstories.com
It had been over a month since Nicole's "corrective" surgery, a term that Mr. Fuji used to describe the round of surgical modifications done to the young American Athlete's body. In that time, Nicole had yet to see her reflection, as all of the mirrors in her room and anywhere else she would be, had been removed. Truth be told, it hadn't really occurred to her until the second week, after being bed ridden for nearly 14 days straight. The bandages had been removed from her face and torso, and she was a tad bit curious to see why they had been bandaged in the first place. As far as she knew, the operation was only supposed be breast augmentation. When she questioned Mr. Fuji, he would only smile and tell her that OTTII had taken it upon itself to make a few minor corrections. The thought being, he would explain, that it would to make her even more presentable and pleasing to the growing number of fans she was accumulating at the baseball games.
How could she argue with that?
A second LCD Panel had been mounted above her bed so that she would be unable to look at anything else while she recovered. It extolled the virtues of having a more presentable appearance for the fans. As she lay, the monitor would drum more and more Japanese phrases into her ever-softening-brain about wanting to be pleasing, and English phrases about wanting to be "preasing". The deliberate mispronunciation of "pleasing" was intended to continue the modification of Nicole's speaking patterns. She was already using more and more proper sentence structure, and would occasionally slip into third-person prose, referring to herself as "Nikko" or "OTTII Nikko". The third person referral was intended to further her objectification. Words like "I" and "me" were too personal, and OTTII wanted her to begin thinking of herself as an object. She was still fighting though, occasionally correcting herself with an "...I mean I..." as if her mind was rebelling against the OTTII cond itioning program. It was, of course, a loosing battle.
Sometime during the 3rd week, a very stiff and sore Nicole, would be putting on her new sneakers, specially designed with towering 2" platform soles and 6" wedge heels to provide proper support to her modified Achilles tendons. Walking barefoot was now impossible, but it no longer mattered to Nicole. Walking without heeled shoes was not "preasing" to anyone, and if it was not "preasing" then OTTII Nikko did not want to do it. Just like wearing pants was not "preasing". The monitor had drilled that into her brain while she was incapacitated on her back. She would lay on her bed, staring at the LCD panel, reciting the phrase " Pants are not preasing. Nikko no wear pants" over and over. When she was finally allowed to get out of bed, she requested that all of her track pants be removed, as she would not be wearing clothes that were not "preasing" to her fans.
And so before she donned her new sneakers, she was sure to put on her new pink pleated tennis skirt and white stockings. The skirt fell to just above the young woman's knees. It was rather long compared to the skirts worn by other OTTII "employees", but it was decided to ease her into it slowly. Eventually, Nicole would find such skirts to be irritating on her lower thighs...but for now, they would be all she wanted to wear.
By week 4, Nicole was slowly returning to her aerobics class with her friends Rinaki, Tamiko, and Suki. She was on a modified program that was geared towards helping her learn to walk and later dance with a heavier chest and slightly pointed feet. To her dismay, all of the mirrors in the gym had been removed for "maintenance". She would not complain however. Complaining was not "preasing". By the end of the week, Nicole was almost back into her routine. Dressing each morning in her thong panties, skirt, stockings, platform sandals and tight fitting corset-like top, while she recited her newest phrases with the monitors.
"Nikko's fans find large lips pleasing. Nikko's large lips are pleasing to her fans" she repeated in Japanese, followed by a complimentary sentence in English. "Nikko fan rike rarge rips. Nikko rarge rips ready fol preasing". If anyone had been listening in, she would have sounded ridiculous. Here was a mature, intelligent, well-schooled American, giggling like a teenager, and babbling like empty-headed Japanese bimbo who was learning English for the first time. Occasionally it would dawn on Nicole, that she was sounding more and more uneducated, and more and more un-American. And even more occasionally she would worry about the implications of her conditioning at the hands of company that she so desperately wanted to impress. It was becoming more and more difficult for her to speak and act normally. Of course, "normal" was a term that was becoming increasingly subjective.
This morning would find her sucking on the latest hot-salty-cream dispenser. It was much more streamlined than its predecessors, consisting of an 8" long, slightly curved cylinder with a bulbous head at the top, and two spherical storage chambers at the base. Prior to undergoing months of conditioning at the hands of the OTTII Corp., Nicole would have instantly recognized what the dispenser resembled, and been repulsed by the idea of putting it between her lips. She would have been equally repulsed by the realization that the hot-salty-cream contained within it was essentially artificial ejaculate. But after being exposed to the company's ever-so-effective mind-altering regime, OTTII Nikko found nothing wrong with sucking greedily on a soft rubber dildo for a squirt of faux cum.
Today would be the day Nicole would return to the salon, after a 5 week absence. Mr. Fuji was at her door promptly at 8:59 to escort her. "Greetings Fuji-San. I hope you are pleased by my enhanced breasts and large lips, and that my overall appearance is both pleasing and arousing", she said in Japanese. The part about her appearance being arousing was new; she just learned it that morning.
"Yes OTTII Nikko. I find you both pleasing and arousing." Mr. Fuji smiled, "It is time to go to the salon. You have not attended since your corrective surgery. We must not let your appearance deteriorate. Regular weekly salon visits are essential to maintaining your pleasing and arousing appearance."
Nicole blushed and lowered her head in shame. Even though there was no way she could have possibly gone to the salon after having undergone surgery, she still felt bad. It was her duty to maintain her pleasing appearance, and she felt somehow that she was letting OTTII down. Her mood remained somewhat somber until she arrived at the salon. Once there the smells and sounds beauty-in-the-making filled her senses and she was greeted by the beauticians she had come to count on to make her ever-more pleasing to the eye.
It wasn't long before Nicole was whisked away to undergo a myriad of procedures and treatments. The time seemed to pass quite quickly, but on the odd occasion, she found herself pondering why she had some to Japan in the first place. When was she going to play baseball? Was that even important anymore? Wasn't it more important to look pleasing and be loyal to OTTII who had given her so much? Had she ever really played baseball? Had she ever really been an ignorant American?
The ride to the OTTII Dome was long and boring. Mr. Fuji had taken the car back earlier, leaving a windowless cargo van for Nicole. All she could do is stare down at her plentiful cleavage or gaze at the one-inch bright hot-pink nail extensions they had given her. Being deprived of her reflection for the past month, while undergoing OTTII's incessant conditioning, had caused significant changes in the way Nicole viewed herself...and the world. The LCD panel in her room had displayed 3-D rendered pictures of semi-asian, semi-doll-like female that it referred to as "OTTII Nikko" or "Nikko" for short. The rendered picture was of course, the same 3-D model that Mr. Fuji had approved as Nicole's final draft before her surgery. She began to associate Nikko with the very curvy, very sexing looking image on the screen. The second part of the conditioning was for Nicole to only be referred to as "Nikko" or "OTTII Nikko". This was by the monitor itself, as well as by Nicole's d ancer friends, and Mr. Fuji. In fact any and everyone that came into contact with her was forbidden from mentioning the name "Nicole Smith" or anything similar. The theory was, that when Nicole finally saw her modified reflection for the first time, she would recognize it as "Nikko" and thus begin to only know herself as the same. The proof would very shortly be in the pudding, as the saying goes.
The door to the van opened and Nicole was helped out of the back by two smiling security guards. They had seen Nicole many times before, but had never reacted in such a fashion. Nicole beamed, feeling somewhat embarrassed and somewhat thrilled at the guard's reactions. Obviously they were very pleased, as Nicole's LCD Panel had taught her to look for swelling in their pants as a telltale sign of a man's approval. The guards errections were mildly noticeable in their pants. Nicole lowered her eyes and smiled at them before heading up the ramp to throbbing pulse of Yummy Yamaguchi's techno beat mixed with the roar of the crowd.
The announcer had just finished introducing the team as Nicole reached the edge of the stadium. She lifted her hand to her mouth in surprise as she looked up at the "EnormoTron" monitor. The announcer asked everyone to give a big applause for OTTII Nikko who has just returned after having her breasts enlarged and her body made more pleasing. The crowd went nuts as an image of the modified girl appeared on the screen. It was the first time that Nicole had seen her new image and she was overwhelmed. She loved it.
Her breasts jutted out from her chest, looking deliciously round and ever-so-fake. Her waist size had been vastly reduced thanks to rib-removal surgery, before flaring out over large curved hips and a rounder, tighter ass that was barely covered by her new pleated pink and white micro-mini skirt. Her straight blonde hair fell to just above her shoulders, with short bangs cut just above her newly sculpted eyebrows, and had streaks of subtle platinum and shocking pink.
Nicole's cheekbones had been made higher and were dusted with bright pink. Her nose, which had never been considered very large, had been reduced to an almost doll-like button, almost like her idol...Yummy Yamaguchi. Her eyes were wider than before with a subtle slant at the outer corners that made her look slightly oriental, especially with the copious amounts of thick black eyeliner that encircled them. Extra-long, thick black lashes and sparkly pink eye shadow completed her upper face.
Her lower face was dominated by one feature...her mouth. Her lips had been doubled, nearly tripled in size, so much so that they formed a permanent pout with a slightly rounded smile. She also noticed that no matter how hard she tried she couldn't smile any more than she already was, nor could she fully close her mouth. Even when she thought she had fully closed her mouth, the gap was still big enough to pass a good sized felt-tipped marker through. Her lips were coated in slick wet-looking pink, which completed the appearance of her mouth being a well-lubricated fuck-hole...ready for use.
She swayed her bubble-butt as she walked across the field in her white PVC knee-high platform boots with pencil-thin 6" heels. The crowd had risen to its feet clapping and whistling in a manner that was uncharacteristically un-Japanese. Nicole was beaming, as best she could with her un-moving mouth, bowing and waving to her fans. She loved the attention, she loved the applause, she was in a euphoric state of gratitude and happiness. She had finally arrived. She was a star. She had become what OTTII wanted of her. She was OTTII Nikko.
The smiles on the faces of the Proton All-Star baseball players were as wide as their collective faces would allow. It was game one of the league play-offs and as promised OTTII had given them the first part of their bonus...their "mascot". OTTII knew what made their players "tick". Money was promised if they won the championship, but in order to get that far, they would need to make the playoffs. In order to win the playoffs, OTTII wanted to get their blood rushing, their hormones flowing. When the tempting American female baseball player had first been debuted to them those many months ago, under the guise of her "playing" on the team, the result had been almost instantaneous. Every player improved, with hopes that he might get the chance to be serviced by the unsuspecting young woman. The results had far exceeded their expectations as the Proton All stars not only rose to the top of the league, they broke many records along the way.
The very sight of their new mascot standing before them made their cocks swell in their pants, something that wasn't lost on Nikko. She knew the men would be "preased" with her, and the tented crotches and wide smiles only served to make her mouth and cunt moisten. The reaction had been deep into her subliminal mind and also made her expanded nipples to tingle. She felt light-headed. The team's trainer led her to a seat where she would be visible to the Proton team members both on the field and in the dugout, as well as the television cameras of the OTTI dome. She sat on her special stool, her ass cheeks almost peeking out from under her short skirt, and crossed her white stockinged legs. There she would remain while the team played, jumping up excitedly, 1" pink nailed hands clapping, every time the home team made an impressive play. Her fake breasts would bob and shake only slightly from beneath her tight pink scoop-neck top as she cheered excitedly. Every time a player rounded home-plate, she would offer them a congratulatory kiss from her inflated lips. Between innings, she would enter the dugout to tell the players how "preased" she was and smile and giggle as they touched her breasts and ass and stole quick kisses before she returned to her perch.
Nikko's head was swimming. Some nagging English voice in the back of her head was trying to tell her something. Something about this being wrong. Something about her being a proud American ball-player. Something about trying to escape.
Escape what? She thought to herself. The team needs me...OTTII needs me. She couldn't leave...she didn't want to leave. Kobe was her home, OTTII was her family...her provider...her owner. She was the Protons All stars prized mascot... their inspiration. Without her they were nothing, and without them she was...lost. She would not leave...she could not leave. She was their possession. She was OTTII Nikko.
Later that day, after the Proton All Stars had crushed their opponents, the team would celebrate back at the clubhouse. OTTII Nikko was on her hands and knees with one player fucking her from behind...occasionally in the ass...and one player fucking her tight round mouth. She let her jaw and throat muscles relax as their cocks slipped into the back of her throat, moaning as her exposed nipples were massaged and squeezed. Nikko was so very preased to be used by the team, and of course they were very pleased to have her to use.
Later that night, after having been "broken in" by the team, OTTII Nikko was returned to her room. She had to be escorted there, as her mind was too overwhelmed from the goings on of the past few hours to have any useful thoughts...like remembering where her room was. In fact, Fuji-San had to instruct her to remove her soiled clothing and hop into the shower. While she cleaned herself, he lay out a new set of clothes on her bed for her to wear while she slept. Of course before this all occurred, Mr. Fuji indulged by allowing OTTII's newest possession the opportunity to "prease" one final man before she retired for the evening. As Nikko hungrily worked her mouth over Okimi's erect member, he smiled with satisfaction knowing that he had been instrumental in creating this gorgeous living sex toy. As OTTII Nikko lay in bed, dressed in her skimpy pink nightie, she stared at the LCD Panel above her as it flashed important phrases as she gradually fell asleep.
"It is important to please"
"It is important to be pleasing"
"OTTII Nikko is ready to please"
"OTTII Nikko is always pleasing"
"It is good to be OTTII Nikko"
"It is good to belong to OTTII"
Nikko's feathery lashes fluttered as her eyes closed. The phrases from the monitor repeating...in Japanese...in her head.
It had been over a year now, since Nicole Smith ventured to Japan to play for the OTTII Proton Allstar baseball team. No one back in the U.S. would question the random emails sent from her account, written by OTTII's top linguists, extolling the virtues of the team and exclaiming how much she enjoyed living in Japan. Eventually the emails would be phased out and all traces of Nicole Smith would gradually be erased. Many would believe that she was unknowingly absorbed into Japan's hyper young sub-culture of partying and drug use. Others would have theories of her failing in Kobe, and returning to the U.S., ashamed, under a new identity. Naturally neither would be accurate, for Nicole Smith had simply ceased to exist. All records of her playing for the Allstars would be destroyed. Her contract with Len Dawson's Big League Team would be conveniently misplaced. By the time the players of the Proton Allstars became bored with their current mascot, the girl would be reduced a mere item number amongst OTTII's vast property inventory database. At that time, item number ON2305001 would be auctioned off to highest bidder, like all other redundant OTTII property was.
But that was at least a few months away. In the meantime, OTTII Nikko would spend her mornings sleeping and prepping herself for her midday workouts with the newest cheerleaders that the Proton Allstars had acquired. Afternoons were usually spent with the team during practice. On occasion she would be sent to OTTII headquarters downtown, to offer services to OTTII CEO Seiji Herakini and other executives. Nights were either spent with the team at their games or with the team in their clubhouse...usually with the cheerleading squad in tow.
Since her IQ was now barely as high as a typical American ten-year-old (save but for the vast knowledge of different sexual acts and positions now in her head), Nikko was required to wear a tracking device at all times so she wouldn't get lost. The device, mounted inside a silver disk engraved with her item number and name, hung from one of three leather collars. Today, she wore the white leather one as it coordinated with her 8" ballet heels. The shoes were worn specifically for Fuji-san, who liked to bind her hands in front of her in white latex gloves and make her prance around the room like a pretty pony in white stockings, thong and skimpy bikini top.
Mr. Herakini, or Herakini-san as Nikko referred to him as, preferred her in a powder-blue pleated schoolgirl skirt and matching midriff cropped sweater. It allowed him easy access when he bent her over his desk, especially in her coordinating leather platform sandals with 7" heels, which helped to lift her ass into the perfect position. For that, obviously, her collar was powder-blue leather.
Each player on the team had ample opportunity to sample OTTII Nikko's talents as well. They all had different tastes and interests that would see the ever-more empty-headed girl in a pink pleated micro-mini tennis skirt (which matching pink leather collar) in a variety of sexual positions. But for now, it was Okimi Fujiama's turn.
As she "clip-clopped" around his enormous office, a long fake ponytail bouncing with each tiny step, everything in the world was as it should be. Her mouth was held open by a special rubber "O" ring gag as she worked as hard as she could to be as "preasing" as was possible. If she cared for the needs of those who worked for OTTII, she knew that OTTII would care for her, and beyond that...Nikko furrowed her thin brows...was there anything else? Did she have goals? Did she have dreams? Did she have ambitions? Was she supposed to?
Mr. Fuji gave a gentle tug on the leash that was connected to Nikko's collar. Instinctively the girl stopped where she stood. She tried desperately to remember why she was here...aside from the reasons OTTII had implanted into her brain. Baseball? Did she love baseball? Another tug on the leash served to instruct her to fall to her knees, which she did without hesitation. Did she love baseball...or did she love pleasing baseball players? Was she here because she worked for OTTII...or did she now belong to OTTII? Fuji tugged at her leash a final time before unclipping it from her collar. Nikko dropped forward, resting on her hands. Her large breasts hung from her chest as her long pink painted nails dug into the plush carpet of Fuji-san's office. Was she a simple American girl...or a hot Asian sexpot? The sound of Mr. Fuji's zipper filled her ears, followed by Mr. Fuji's careful removal of her ring-gag. Without thinking she let her thickly painted, gloss pink lips, relax to their usual small "o" position for only a moment, before returning to the larger "O" that the ring had been forcing her into moments ago. Men loved her mouth, they were always "preased" with what it could do. Fuji smiled, speaking to her in Japanese, "You are such a good girl OTTII Nikko. You bring much pleasure to me and to all who are employed by OTTII. OTTII is proud of you".
Beneath her pale foundation, Nikko blushed, and the questions that had been lingering inside her head only moments ago vanished. "OTTII Nikko wishes only to bring pleasure to OTTII and those who serve OTTII." She spoke in Japanese, then switched to broken English as her eyes locked onto his boxer shorts, "Prease Fuji-san, ret OTTII Nikko show you much preasure". Fuji's smile widened as he dropped his shorts and stepped forward, touching the tip of his thickening cock to former athlete's modified lips. Nikko closed her eyes and moaned, the sound causing the short man to lurch forward, filling her mouth with his now-quite-errect unit. Her reflexes kicked in, and she began to apply suction, which only made Fuji more aroused. He began to slip his rock in and out of her wet mouth, effectively fucking what had essentially become an oral pleasure receptacle. He grabbed her ponytail, happy that it had been firmly attached to her head, and began to pull her face towards his crotch. Nikko responded by relaxing her jaw and throat muscles, something she had been training for, using a large rubber dildo, for several months, and let the tip of man's unusually large cock slip past her tonsils. She would relax and constrict her throat muscles over and over to provide extra stimulation. Sometimes it would help to keep the man in an extended state of arousal, on this occasion however it would only serve hasten Mr. Fuji's build to climax. After a few short minutes of her hungrily sucking his dick he released his hot juice into her. She closed her eyes as the thick salty fluid rolled down her esophagus. She was in heaven.
After a long orgasm, Mr Fuji regained his composure and looked at the clock on the wall of his office. "Come-come OTTII Nikko," he chirped, "We must prepare you for tonight's game." It was the first game of the new season, and Yummy Yamagouchi would be giving a free concert. OTTII Nikko had been promised an opportunity to dance with her on stage. Nikko's heart quickened its pace as she cleaned the tip of his member. She licked her lips and rose to her feet, standing several inches taller than Fuji, en-point, in her 8" ballet heels. She would be led back to her room to redo her hair and makeup, and get dressed in a special new "team" outfit. At that point the former baseball protégé would be taken to the OTTII Dome where her adoring fans awaited the star mascot of the OTTII Proton Allstar baseball team and prized possession of the OTTII Corp.
Nicole Smith...OTTII Nikko.
© 2005 JCraft