Mouse to Fox, Aki's Bimbofication

My name is Aki Nogano, and as a young girl I was like a mouse. Small, straight brown hair in pigtails, brown eyes. High pitched squeak of a voice. Barely a creature to be noticed. Always a little sickly as a child, in my early teens I fell seriously ill. For almost three years I was in a convalescent facility trying to regain my health and get stronger. By the time I had recovered it seemed the world had moved on from me.

I had returned to my old high school. Despite my small stature and lack of physical development, at 19 as a potential sophomore, the principal, Mrs. Sakamoto, shook her head expressing doubts that I would be able to fit in. Instead, she offered me a job on the janitorial staff.

My parents were living in Korea, where my dad was a store manager. They sent me an allowance that was big enough for me to rent a tiny apartment, a mouse nest. But money was always tight. Sometimes it was hard to even afford food. I took the job.

In reality, it wasn't that bad. A little bit on the physical side, but that was good for me. I had my coveralls and cleaning cart, and a daily routine to follow. It was good. I had never had close friends or really any social life at all, so the transition felt natural to me. I worked, they paid me, and I could suddenly afford to eat. I was pretty happy.

It was about a month before the school year ended, and I had gotten into a pretty good groove. Like I was getting the hang of this work for a living thing. It was a couple of weeks into the summer break that Mrs. Sakamoto called me into her office.

"I have a special project that I'm going to have to have you stay late to work on, Aki. Don't worry, you'll be paid for the extra time." She said.

Mrs. Sakamoto was a very pretty, if somewhat imposing woman. Long dark hair gathered in a severe bun, horned rimmed reading glasses on a gorgeous if somewhat stern face. An incredible hourglass figure dressed in pastel silk blouses usually with a darker lace bra just barely discernable beneath, black or navy skirts, and high heels, she fit the mold of quintessential faculty leader.

"What do you need me to do?" I replied, shyly.

"Report here, to my office tomorrow at 3:40 and I'll explain your assignment." She said.

Not much else was offered by way of explanation. I didn't sleep well that night anxious about what the project might entail. 3:40. Everyone would be gone by then.

I awoke the next morning and dressed as usual. White t-shirt, cotton panties and shorts, coveralls, socks and sneakers. I took the bus which dropped me off a short walk from the school. Work seemed to crawl by until quitting time, which was usually 3:30. At 3:40 sharp I nervously knocked on Mrs. Sakamoto's office door.

"Yes. Come in, Aki." She said.

I entered the office and looked around. The school building was empty but for the two of us. I looked out the window to the parking lot where the last of the staff's cars were pulling away.

Mrs. Sakamoto's office had two rooms. The main office entry faced her desk. To the right was a small conference room that had a wooden table and six chairs. A couch took up most of the far wall. There was a laptop on the table, facing the couch.

"Have a seat in there." Mrs. Sakamoto said. "I want you to watch something with me."

I sat down in one of the chairs that faced the laptop. Mrs. Sakamoto came in less than a minute later with two bottles of water. Sitting next to me she reached for a wireless mouse next to the laptop and the screen came to life.

There was a media player, with a video loaded, ready to play. Mrs. Sakamoto hit play and handed me one of the water bottles.

In the video the camera showed an older student waiting in an empty classroom. She wore a typical school uniform, was a little taller and curvier than me, but was still on the small side.

A taller woman entered the classroom. Obviously, a teacher, she appeared to be around 30. She was an attractive woman, and it was obvious that the student knew her from class.

"You just turned 18 Hina, am I correct?" She said.

"Yes, Miss Haru. Why did you ask me here. Am I in trouble." The girl said.

"Not if you cooperate." The teacher said pushing the girl back against the chalk board. The younger girl squealed as the teacher force her head back and began forcefully tongue kissing her.

The girl struggled. She cried out but the teacher's tongue filled her mouth. The kiss was intentionally lewd and the teacher kept it up as the girl's cries grew more intermittent and soft. The camera pulled back as the teacher's hand pulled up the hem of the girls uniform skirt. She began rubbing the girl's panties.

"Suck my tongue Hina. I'll make you feel good." The teacher said. She was winning, and she knew it.

The teacher's hand was in the girls panties and she was rubbing her harder as they kissed. The girl moaned and buckled, shaking as the teacher made her cum. I felt a tingling between my own legs. I looked over and Mrs. Sakamoto's gaze was intense. She was watching me watch the video, taking in my every reaction. I could smell something warm and musky that hadn't been in the room when the video started.

"Why are you showing me this Mrs. Sakamoto?" I asked.

"It's meant to be educational, Aki." She replied solemnly.

"It's dirty." I said.

"I suppose that's one way of looking at it." Mrs. Sakamoto replied. "Aki, let me ask you something. You're a virgin, correct?"

"Very much so. I was always too sickly to have a boyfriend." I answered.

"I see. You're quite pretty you know." Mrs. Sakamoto commented. "You remind me a lot of myself, when I was your age. So much potential."

"Can I ask you something, Mrs. Sakamoto?" I began.

"Call me Mari, yes ask away." She answered.

"You're married and have a family, right?" I asked.

"Yes. I have a husband and children, true. What of it?" She replied.

"You're showing me a woman seducing another woman. Why?" I wondered.

"You'll know why, soon enough, Aki. Just enjoy the show for now. Leave the explanations to me." She patted the back of my hand, which was in my lap. I felt a shiver go through me.

Over the course of the next couple of weeks we would convene in the conference room, and Mrs. Sakamoto would show me more porn. Always the same couple.

The schoolgirl's reluctance gradually faded. Replaced by a lustful enthusiasm as her lesbian explorations got wilder and wilder under the teachers domination. Reason, replaced by sexual obsession. It still looked dirty to me, but I was also aware that it aroused me as well. I wondered to myself about Mrs. Sakamoto.

We would talk after each video, but when it came to my enquiries as to her motives, she would become intentionally vague.

The last four porn videos were totally wild. The schoolgirl façade was totally gone. She was now a raging hungry submissive dyke willing to do anything for her mistress. My panties were absolutely soaked, and it was clear from Mrs. Sakamoto's knowing grin that she could smell me. I didn't care.

She had demanded early on that I refrain from masturbation, something that initially I had never bothered to indulge in, but it was getting hard now. I'd seen such things that these women did. I questioned what it must feel like for them. But Mari insisted, and I complied. I had a feeling I would be better off in the end.

I wasn't wrong.

It was after the last porn video. I sat there, a hot mess. Mrs. Sakamoto, with a satisfied grin.

"You... you've done that stuff. With women?" I asked.

"Yes... all that and more." She replied.

"Your husband. Does he know?" I boggled.

"Oh my, yes. He quite encourages me, actually." She laughed.

"And you want me to do these things with you?" I wondered.

"You interest me." She said. "I could see myself enjoying your companionship." She admitted.

"Oh." Was all I could manage.

"When you get here tomorrow. Show up a little bit later than usual. Say 10 minutes or so." She winked.

I was nervous. I was pretty sure I was going to get my first kiss. Beyond that, my mind was a blur from the porn we had watched, and I couldn't think straight. Maybe thinking wasn't the important part. Maybe being a good girl for Mrs. Sakamoto, was the real point to all this.

The next day crawled by. I waited the extra ten minutes and then entered Mrs. Sakamoto's office.

"In here Aki." Her voice drifting sweetly from the conference room. She was standing near the couch.

A red lace teddie with spaghetti straps and matching red high heels was all she wore. That and her wedding rings. Her hair was down reaching to her shapely ass. She was absolutely the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. The teddie plunged to reveal her considerable cleavage, the leg holes riding up on her hips like a thong. I moved to her as if in a trance.

I felt her reach for me. Her hands undoing the zipper of my coveralls, pushing them back until they slid to the floor. Her hands around my waist, she pulled me to her until our lips met. She tasted sweet. Her fragrance, subtle and sophisticated. Like drugs and candy and everything your mother ever told you not to touch.

It was nothing like the first video. It never even entered my mind to try and resist what I had known was coming for weeks, now. Her kiss was soft and gentle, but held the promise of so much more. Her tongue, playing with mine. No tongue fucking. No need. I was hers, to do with as she wished. Mrs. Sakamoto's fuck toy bimbo.

Her hands found my tiny breasts, teasing my nipples to hardness through my t-shirt as her kiss grew impassioned by my reaction. I shivered as if I'd just come in out of the rain on a fall day, but it wasn't cold, it was nice. She played with me like that for several minutes. I was soaking my panties. No person had ever even touched me before, and now, this.

Breaking our kiss she smiled at me playfully. "Your turn." She said as she slipped the straps off of her teddie, peeling it down until her perfect breasts were fully on display. She guided my hands to them, my palms full of her warm globes.

"Kiss them, baby. Don't be shy." She directed me softly.

I tasted her. Sweat, sweetness and perfume in perfect combination. I teased her nipples with my teeth and sucked on them until she moaned seductively. I felt her body quiver when I nibbled on her nipples.

"Yes. Harder, baby." She moaned. I went harder and she quivered more.

Pulling back, I took in her fleshy globes with my eyes. Perfectly formed, the small scars on her underboobs where the implants had been inserted, were barely visible. Big fake boobs but I loved every inch of them.

Mari shimmied out of the teddie, stepping daintily from where it landed on the floor. She towered over me in her heels. I gazed at her pussy, carefully trimmed and shaved into the shape of a heart. I could see that she was wet. No surprise there judging from my own pussy.

Mari kissed me deeply for another minute or so, and then slouched down on the couch, her pussy just overhanging the cushion, her legs spread wide, fingers spreading her pussy open so that I could see her wet hole. There was no need for words. I sat on the floor and wrapped my arms around her thighs, about to taste another woman for the first time.

I kissed her clit and felt her shiver. I let my tongue wander down between her labia, and slid the tip up into her. She was delicious. Beyond sexy. I felt her hand, gentle on the back of my head. I sucked, then licked her clit and she began to moan.

"That's it, Aki. Don't stop, baby!" She crooned, as I felt the flesh of her inner thighs start to shake.

I flattened my tongue against her clit and drew little circles, like I'd seen the girl do in the porn video. When I started sucking and licking her again, she let out a low groan and her whole core shook almost violently. I was proud of myself, my face and cheeks covered in her cum.

"Wow Aki, that was amazing for a first time." She said softly. "Come up here and sit next to me."

She leaned over to kiss me, her hand on my thigh, squeezing it lightly. My shorts, panties and t-shirt were off in a heartbeat. The hand on my thigh moving up to my tummy, drifting back down to my muff. Her tongue played with mine as she slid two fingers into me. I was in heaven.

She curved her fingers upwards and rubbed inside me, finding a spot that just made me shake it felt so good. She kept at it, hitting the same spot over and over. I felt like my cunt was trying to suck her hand up inside me. I felt like I'd felt watching the last couple porn videos only times fifty. Thought just melted away, overwritten with pleasure.

"Oh, Aki. Oh baby. Such a pretty pussy. So hot. Do you feel good?" Mari said.

I could only moan at her. I couldn't make the words in my head come out of my mouth. I felt the room fall away. Everything was on fire. My pussy was spastically clutching Mari's fingers and my core was shaking as I tried in vain to focus. Waves of unadulterated pleasure shot through me over and over again, until gradually she slowed and I drifted back into the moment.

"Oh..." was all I could manage once I'd caught my breath.

"Aki, you belong to me from now on. Understand?" She said.

I nodded, affirmatively, my pussy finally done squeezing itself. She pulled her fingers from my cunt, and I felt suddenly empty, until I felt them at my lips. I kissed and licked my honey from her fingers like a hungry mouse, until she patted my head like a fuck toy bimbo.

"Good girl." She said. My cunt trembled at the praise.

Fifteen minutes later I was getting on the bus home. It was crowded and I smelled quite frankly like girl sex and sweat. A few of the passengers closer to me looked at me in obvious disapproval. My immediate thought was Fuck Them. I could still taste her pussy on my lips. I couldn't wait till next time.

Mari had an apartment. A private place apart from her home with her husband. It was in a decent neighborhood downtown. Top floor penthouse. Not huge, but large enough to entertain. Master and guest bedrooms, the living room had a wet bar and dungeon furniture. She'd given me a spare key and we'd meet there after work most afternoons.

The first night I'd gotten there, there was a Lolita cosplay outfit on the couch. No bra or panties. I didn't need to be told what that was for. When Mrs. Sakamoto came out of the master bedroom she was wearing hooded hot pink latex catsuit complete with ears and tail with platform heels. In one hand she had a strapon harness that had a dong in it that made me as fearful as it did curious. In her other, was a hand tooled many stranded leather flogger.

Near the center of the room was a bench. It was adjustable for height and had two handles which had wrist cuffs attached. Putting the dong and flogger down on the coffee table Mari pushed me roughly over to the bench and strapped me to it. I could feel her flipping the skirt up so that I was bare assed on my stomach, I had to stay on tiptoes to reach the floor.

The flogger made a low whistling noise as it flew through the air. The first lash told me two things. That Mari was experienced at this, and that she wasn't going to go easy on me. Aside from the burning pain, my mind was mostly concentrating on staying tiptoed as it gave me a tiny bit of support and control.

By my tenth lash I had a monsoon between my legs. The pain mingled with the arousal in a way that my brain thought was delicious. My mistress was flogging my sorry ass. I was a hot mess. The beating stopped long enough for her to pull on the strapon harness.

I felt her line up and shove it all the way in in one shot. It hurt a bit for the first few strokes. I'd never had anything in my cunt but for her fingers, and I knew she wasn't going to be gentle. The dong stretched and filled me and I came as my cunt relaxed around it as she fucked me hard, right from the start. My ass jiggled a bit sorely as she'd slam me over and over again and it didn't take long before I was howling that I was cumming again.

Mari didn't let up at all, and it was a good hour and I lost count of the orgasms. But she'd sensed that I was reaching my limit. In retrospect, she was a good judge. In the moment I would have let her continue for as long as she wanted, if it meant pleasing her. No matter what it did to my body.

In the master bedroom she rode my face, cumming over and over. It was like she was possessed, and I was loving every minute of it. Eventually she swung around into a sixty-nine and we ate each other until we were both exhausted. She texted her husband to let him know where she was, and that she was staying over.

The next morning we had a quick romp, breakfast, and she drove me in to work.

The cosplay D/s was a thing for her. French Maid, Tifa, Lara Croft, 2B. I always knew that a slammin' was coming my way when a new outfit was waiting for me.

Mari generally didn't talk much about Mr. Sakamoto. He was a successful businessman, I knew that much. He'd grown up in the streets and was a self-made man. He was generous when it came to her.

One evening, he was waiting for us at the apartment.

"So, this is your little fuck toy? Quite intriguing." He'd begun, a tumbler of scotch in his hand.

"Hello darling. Meet Aki. Aki this is Mr. Sakamoto." Mari said kissing him hello.

"I've heard so much about you, Aki. It's almost like you're family." He said, extending his hand for a handshake.

His voice was direct and to the point. I could kind of see what had attracted Mari to him. He veritably oozed self-assurance. He was dressed in an oxford shirt and tie, khakis, and loafers without socks.

Setting down his drink, I watched him untie his tie and proceed to take off his shirt. Suddenly I felt like I'd been gut punched. I saw the tattoos that covered his torso. I knew what they meant. Mr. Sakamoto was Yakuza. Maybe even a boss.

He was immediately aware of my recognition. He nodded curtly in response, as his pants followed his shirt.

His cell phone rang. "Why don't you and Mari get things warming up in the bedroom. I have to take this." He said walking towards the bar.

I was eating Mari's pussy and she was cumming so sweet for me, when I felt his presence behind me. His hands pulling my ass up, one hand holding me in position as the other guided his erect cock into me. I was turned on but thought it was going to be Mari.

"Surprise!" Mari chuckled as Mr. Sakamoto reached for her hand as his cock bottomed out in me. "Now be a good little bimbo and fuck my husband like your life depended on it."

"Ah, she's a tight one, babe. Nice work!" He said.

After the initial shock wore off, I began to relax. His cock actually felt very nice, and Mari had fucked me way harder than he was. It was pretty good actually, and he was obviously in no big rush. I mean, I wasn't going anywhere. I started licking Mari's pussy again, rocking back and forth as he stroked in and out of me. It felt so dirty. Then I came.

I moaned into Mari's twat, my cunt twitching on Mr. Sakamoto's shaft. It felt amazing and I rode it for all it was worth. My second orgasm was even better. And then it was his turn. No hesitation, I felt him flex inside me then pulse over and over as he shot his spunk into my unprotected pussy.

I felt his cock slip free of me. A sudden shuffle, then Mari's tongue lapping at me like a cat with a saucer of milk. She licked his cum out of me and I came two more times before she was done. Holy Shit, what had just happened?

It was the following evening and Mari and I were alone again.

"Minato enjoyed fucking you. He'll be joining us from time to time. He found you quite... entertaining to say the least." Mari said.

"How..." I started to say.

"I grew up on the streets as well. I was underage, working in a bar when I met Minato. He was just a soldier then. It was so romantic and dangerous. But he was a perfect gentleman with me. Put me through school and we got married. Had the kids but the last pregnancy wasn't so good." She'd said.

"Wow. I wouldn't have guessed." I managed, encouraging her.

"I found out that I couldn't have more kids, and a short time later I found out that I liked sex with women. Minato had already figured that part out. He's always one step ahead, that one." Mari smiled.

"I see." I chimed in.

"In his line of work, it's not like you can just party it up in public. There's always tensions between the families, and you have to be careful who you befriend. Then you came along."

"Me?" I peeped.

"He knows how deeply I love you." She said.

"You do?" I blushed.

"So much, baby. But it felt good to share you too. Like it complicates things, but it also simplifies them too, in a way." Mari said, taking my hand in hers. "You mean so much to me. Will you be part of my family, Aki?"

Mari's words blew me away. I was hers and I thought that meant only as property. It went way deeper that that and I suddenly realized that part of me had been aware of that from the first porn video we'd watched. She'd already made up her mind, and the rest was just slow walking me into her life.

"A few things you need to know, Aki." She continued.

"Yes?" I said.

"Minato likes big boobs." Mari said.

"Mine are tiny." I replied, stating the obvious.

"Not for long." She grinned hefting her own melons at me. "Minato has already made the appointment. We'll be like sisters."

"Second, You always take Minato bareback." She said.

"But I could get knocked up!" I pointed out.

"Exactly. And third..." She said.

"What?" I asked

"As a member of the family, from time to time you may have to do things to help the family out. Sometimes Minato likes to reward his men, and you'll likely be a part of that. I've done so myself at times. If and when that happens, it's always with protection. The guys know as much." She said.

It hadn't taken long after I got my new boobs, for Minato to knock me up. Mari's libido was in overdrive throughout the pregnancy, and she couldn't keep her hands off me if she'd wanted to. I had a bun in the oven and she was the bakery chef.

Looking back, it was only a little over a year ago that my fanciest clothes were overalls and nobody took any notice of me. Now I was wearing designer labels and guys were constantly staring at my chest, and hitting on me. And although my boobs were the same exact one's as Mari's, on my smaller frame they made me look like an Anime Bimbo. I quite enjoyed the change from mouse, to fox, and the attention that went along with it.

About once a month, Minato would arrange a party. Usually four or five guys at a time from his crew. I either took care of them with my pussy, or they'd have me kneel as they jerked off on my face and boobs, icing me like a happy little squealing birthday cake.

Minato had already expressed his intention to breed me again. Mari and I spent most nights making love at the apartment. And I might be a bit of a whore now, but I was their whore, and being a bimbo was far better than janitorial work.