Chapter 1 - Miku? No, Ranma.

 Ranma woke up from her nap to Nabiki’s feet planted on the floor only inches away from her face. “Wake up, eh?~ It’s time to go to work.”

“Already?” The busty Ranma turned to the other side. “Just five more minutes.” 

 Nabiki growled and put her foot down on the redhead’s waist, forcing her onto her back before poking into her stomach. “You’ve slept enough! Come on, it’s time to go. You’ve only got two hours before the show starts. I got you this job, don’t screw things up for me. I’ve got a reputation to uphold.” 

 Ranma sighed, but slowly got up and started getting ready. 

 When Nabiki had proposed that she get a job a few weeks ago, the whole thing sounded messy. They were to work at one of the high-end clubs in Tokyo where Ranma would do a simple performance for the men there and get paid. The entire notion made him uncomfortable at the time, but over the last few weeks Ranma had been going into her girl form and practicing the dances for the shows so often that at times she legitimately forgot she could switch back into being a boy whenever she wanted. So the redhead stuck to being a girl. 

 As she slid into her tank top and shorts, Nabiki leaned against the wall and watched her, arms crossed and eyes narrowed. “You’ve gotten more in touch with your feminine side.” 

 Ranma gave her an annoyed look. “It’s just for the job. It’s temporary!”

“I’m sure.”

“Don’t make me turn now and kick your ass!” she threatened. “I wouldn’t want to have to change all over again.”

 Nabiki just smirked mischievously. “Whether you’re bouncing around those big tits or showing them your tiny dick, it’s all the same to me.” 

 Ranma blushed and gritted her teeth. “I do not have a tiny anything. Shut up!” 

 Nabiki sighed with disinterest. “I’ll wait for you outside. Don’t take too long.” 

 The club owners had only asked Ranma to get on stage in some skimpy school girl outfit and play dumb, bending over to show her panties and dropping her school bag so that all the contents tumbled out and clients seated by the lighted stage could help her pick them up and get a view of her soft tiddies from close-up at the same time. That was how it started, at least. 

 But when the first guy slipped ¥50.000 into her cleavage, Ranma counted it twice over in shock. There was no way she could’ve ever made that kind of money as a guy in so little time. Ever. And from what she heard backstage some of the performers at the club could easily make ten times that in a single twenty minute performance if they were given a good time slot. 

 Naturally, Nabiki took a quarter out of everything Ranma made, though she had severely played up her job. In fact, the only thing she did the first few times was sit around and wait for the tomboy to finish, though now she was trying to get the credit for being her manager and get in the good graces of the owners. “Just leave these matters to me,” Nabiki had explained, biting her lip with excitement as she counted the cash they made. “I’ll get your name out there and soon the owners will be eating out of our hands. They’ll get on their knees like dogs just to keep us here. Then we’ll squeeze out every drop and then go on to a place that pays better anyway.” She winked. “That’s how business is done.” 

 Slowly, Ranma learned how to dance like a graceful slut. The old Ranma would’ve seen that as a shameful act, but being able to do it as a girl made him realize just how much of it required the same kind of practice and discipline as martial arts. 

 There’s no shame in it, the redhead now thought, doing some stretches before heading out. I wouldn’t do this as a guy, but as a girl… where’s the harm? 

 After all, at the club she put on a blue wig and presented herself as “Miku” before the audience. Who would’ve guessed that it was Ranma; and further still, who could’ve thought that it was a guy doing all those things?





 Warrick Sutton had learned everything he could about Tokyo over the years and practiced his Japanese enough to be near fluency. Now he was finally coming back here on behalf of the company - one last time, that is. After an arrival less than an hour ago, things were already gaining speed as his would-be business partners picked him up and insisted they go out. They wanted to secure his investment and quickly - not a good look for a revered old company.

 The three middle-aged Japanese men that waited for Black American at the airport and welcomed him into their limo were explaining in a combination of English and Japanese how happy they were to have him. 

“We haven’t worked with an American company in a very long time,” the main one among the three said, smiling in such a friendly way that Warrick could not take it as anything but complete fakery.

“Well, uh… I’m sure we’ll be able to come to an arrangement.” 

 All Warrick wanted was to get some sleep at a hotel, maybe buy some Japanese pussy as a late-night snack; but the guys were insisting on showing him the Tokyo nightlife as if he were an easily-impressed newcomer. “Plenty of time for sleep tomorrow. For now you must be properly welcomed to Japan.” 

 This would have been a dream come true for the African American businessman two decades ago when he was still in his twenties. But now, after almost a lifetime at the same soulless company and decades of rising through the ranks as if he were a player in some spy novel, he was ready to retire and call it a day. Going to different cities and sleeping around with some high-end hookers was nothing new and enjoyable anymore. Simple routine. This is no life. 

 There was no way he could tell his new friends that he had come here ready to make the arrangement at almost any costs to the company, since he was about to put in his papers as soon as he returned home. Then they would’ve taken too much advantage, and the company itself might’ve sued. But it certainly made their transparent courting a little boring. 

 Warrick hoped that he could retire and at least get a few good years all to himself. Lose some weight. Maybe pick up basketball again. Travel and find himself a nice wife. In his early life he had been a huge hunk, but now with his office job he had gained some weight. There was still strength behind his massive arms, but there was also a belly accompanying it. 

 The limo pulled up in front of a club and his Japanese companions got out, asking him to come along. “We have a very special show tonight. Special girl.” 

 Warrick mostly laughed to himself but tried to show interest. “Is that so?” He was nearly two heads taller than these guys. 

“Oh yes. Best new girl. Miku. One of the finest arrivals of the season. Neon blue hair. You should see her tits. They’re huge! And you have good luck. Tonight is the first night she will show her super-ultra bust.” 

 Some blue-haired bimbo was showing of her titties? Well, it could have been worse. Warrick was worried they might be going to some traditional theatre showing or that they would force a prostitute on him of their own choosing. He had always been fond of chicks with blue hair. Maybe this one would be interesting…





 Ranma was behind the stage with Nabiki finishing up her outfit and struggling to adjust her wig. In all her history at the club she had never gone out with her breasts exposed, but the show-runners and Nabiki both insisted it finally happen. Anything to get ahead of the other, more experienced performers.

 The redhead looked at herself in the mirror as her manager applied pasties over her breasts. They were specifically designed to copy her skin tone and emulate her nipples. Even though her breasts would never go bare, they would look bare for anyone watching. 

 Then came the skirt, heels, and the micro bikini. “You’re all set!” said Nabiki, grinning. “You better go and impress them. Oh, and one more thing. There’s supposed to be a special guy in the audience. Give him a flirty look if you can.” 

 The female announcer on stage was starting to hype up the audience for her show. “I’m not flirting with anyone!” said Ranma angrily, pushing her away. “Did you forget I’m a guy? I’m not some whore.” 

 Walking away, Nabiki muttered, “You might as well be…” 





 Warrick was confused by the giant pumpkin on stage. “Wouldn’t that be a better fit for Halloween?” 

“Oh, she has done it for Halloween,” the guys explained. “But she’s promised to take it one step further this time.” 

 Sitting in the front row, Warrick stared at the hot, skinny Japanese girl walking away. He had come here feeling tired, but now he could feel his cock stirring. Even in those heels, she couldn't have gone higher up than his chest. I’d probably break her if I fucked her. These Japanese girls always whimpered and whined but ultimately took it all in like tight little champs.

 Scratching his ear, he began to wonder if asking his new pals to set him up with that chick after the show was over would’ve been too much to ask for. They clearly want our investment. Might as well get them to work for it. 

 The lights were dimmed. A fun Halloween song began to play and another girl came on stage. She looked even smaller than the one before, and looked so young in the face that he would’ve guessed she was still in middle school. Her body, on the other hand, was fully developed, with the sort of big breasts and extremely wide hips he was not accustomed to seeing on Asians, more on the Black girls at home. And just as promised, her hair was blue - though more teal than simple blue - with twintails dangling at the sides and swaying with her moves. 

 Warrick was not ready for the kind of feelings he got by looking at her. Christ… 

“Hello, everyone!” she said into the microphone. Despite the cute appearance, her voice was a little gruff for a girl. She sounded grumpy. “I know you’ve been waiting for this for a long time, so please enjoy and remember to show us the love if you want to see more next time.” 

 As soon as the dance started she beamed with joy, moving her arms this way and that along with the song. It was the cutest thing Warrick had seen in a long time, and the way her boobs bounced as she side stepped was amazing. The manner in which she moved was sensual, but in a very different way from the strippers back home, or even geishas he’d been to. This was just exuberant and full of life, making him want to dance alongside with her as much as he wanted to fuck her. 

 At some point Miku grabbed the straps of her bra and stretched them till people could get a look at her bare breasts from the side. Some men in the audience cheered. His companions cried out for more and Warrick could not help but cheer with them in his enthusiasm. “Yeah, show us your tits!” they demanded in English that sounded way more broken as they raised their voices. 

 The teal-haired beauty seemed to glance their way and Warrick blushed. Oh, what a shame that he only had five hundred bucks in cash. He would’ve liked to give her a lot more than that for what she was doing. 

 Miku turned and lifted her skirt, wiggling her pale ass at the audience, then jumped a couple more times before she let it fly off. As the dance continued, a spooky riff began to play and everyone looked at the screens hanging way above the stage. There they could see a ghost coming down to cast a spell on her, even though there was none on stage. Miku acted as if the ghost was real; as the wand sent a ray of brilliance to the bra, she quickly disposed of it.

 The guys went wild and started throwing their money at the stage. She climbed on top of the giant pumpkin and began to grind back and forth on the thick, dick-like stem, looking like she was just about ready to put the whole thing inside of her tight teenage cunt. 

 Is she going to get down on it? Warrick wondered eagerly.  

 Just as he thought, she grinned and moved her panties aside, then came dropped on the stem, fucking herself on the bouncy pumpkin as the song played. Warrick reached and grabbed his own money, rushing to the stage to throw it her way. “You’re great!” he yelled in English. “Wow, you made my night!” 

 

 Ranma expected the crowd to be enthused by what they saw, but even she was surprised by how excited they were. The song was coming to an end and she knew that it was time to finish off the dance and get off of the pumpkin, but the stem felt so good inside of her that she couldn't stop touching herself.

 In moments like these, she completely forgot that she was a guy deep down. Fucking that pumpkin felt so satisfying to her tight pussy that she just couldn't stop doing it. She brought her finger down and began to touch her clit at the same time, her loud moans starting to replace the parts where there should have been lyrics. 

 The song came to its end; but she was still touching herself and now all the guys were at the edge of the stage, begging her to come. “Come for me, Miku! Please!!” an older-looking guy yelled. “I want to taste it.” 

 Ranma felt a bit disturbed by the ecstatic look in his eyes but went on anyway. A moment later, however, she could see him trying to climb up on stage. Others were trying to get him to stop, but he kicked at them away. “Fuck off! This is my dream girl and future wife!” he barked at them. 

 But as he rushed towards Ranma with open arms, a hand grabbed him by the ankle and yoinked him back. The frenzied guy fell facedown on the stage, and Ranma could see the lights underneath the floor go dark from the impact.

 The guy pulling him away was a massive foreigner in a beige business suit, a black bull that looked so big and strong that she reverted to her old self for a moment and wondered: Could I even take that guy? He sure is big, but if I’m just fast enough...

 The creep that rushed her started getting punched by everyone, but security finally made it down and untangled him from the crowd, pushing them away so they could throw him out in the streets. 

 Ranma got down from the pumpkin, feeling unnerved the moment her eyes connected to the Black man’s. “T-Thank you all for coming,” she stammered.

“You can’t go, baby!” the audience shouted after her, all of them emptying their pockets of everything to get her to come back. 

 Nabiki met her at the back of the stage. “What are you doing!?” the greedy business-minded Tendou demanded. “First you forget to finish the song, and now you’re running away from cash?” 

“You go get it if you want!” Ranma shouted. 





 As things settled down, Warrick went back to the table and drank the fine beer in front of him. His Japanese friends bowed down apologetically. “We’re sorry about what happened, Suttonu-san. We had no idea things would get so heated.” 

 He laughed heartily and patted one of them on the back. “Are you joking? I loved it. I loved every second of it.” Now it was this Miku he couldn't get out of his head.

“Oh?” His friend’s head came up. “Perhaps we should go discuss business after your drink?” 

“Do you think there’s a chance we could get that girl to come along?”

“You mean the performer?” The guy scratched his head. “I am not sure about that…” As his companions held his eyes, he pursed his lips and laughed nervously. “But I suppose one must try until the end.” 

 Warrick watched him go off. Ten minutes later he returned with a slim girl with ruthless-looking eyes. “This is Nabiki-san. She is the manager of Miku-chan.”

“I heard you wanted to book my client?” Nabiki crossed her arms, flashing her cute belly button to the guys around the table. Warrick could see one of them drinking and then licking his lips. “I suppose it could be done but it won’t be cheap.” 

“Suttonu-san, I apologize on behalf of our company, but I don’t think we are authorized to pay for this sort of thing.”  

 Because your company is nearly bankrupt? he wondered. The norms were to pay for as many girls as possible to get a deal. “Whatever it costs, I want it,” said Warrick. 

 Nabiki smirked. “You’re a big American, aren’t you? Let’s talk dollars. How does five thousand dollars sound?” 

 Warrick shrugged. “That sounds fine.”

 Nabiki tilted her head, intrigued by the easy win. “Ten thousand.” 

“Whatever you want, miss.” 

“Fifteen thousand?” said Nabiki, surprised.

 The businessman sitting next to Warrick slammed his palm down. “You little bitch! How can you disrespect our honored guest this way? As shameless as a Chinaman! Get the hell out!” 

“Fifteen it is,” said Warrick.

“Twenty,” she said with a sense of finality. “And this idiot doesn’t get to come.” 

 Warrick gave his wounded friend a compassionate look. “As soon as possible, please.” 





“How could you have agreed to that without me?!” Ranma screamed, grabbing Nabiki by the arms. “I told you I’m not a whore!” 

“It’s just another performance,” Nabiki explained. “Calm down.” 

 How could she calm down? All Nabiki did was use her and then collected the profits. And god only knew how much of the money Ranma made actually came back to her instead of Nabiki’s pockets. Knowing her ways, probably most of it went to Nabiki. 

“He’s paying you five thousand dollars just for one performance! You can’t turn it down.” 

 Ranma perked up at that. “Five thousand dollars?” That was a lot of cash. Why would he pay that much just to see her? 

“That’s right! Isn’t that great?”

“But there isn’t much time to prepare,” said Ranma warily.

“Don’t you worry. I’ve got an idea for how to improvise.”





 Warrick concluded his business and got rid of the sycophants. In the end, he got to fuck that skinny host from the club as he waited to meet up with Ranma the following day. He debated with himself whether he should save himself or not; but he did not want to go to meet with the dancer being so aroused that he could barely function. And if they did end up fucking during their first meeting, he wanted to make sure it lasted. 

 Meanwhile, the skinny slut he got took it like a pro despite her small size. Warrick fucked her three times during the night before he passed out with her on his chest and woke up the following day to see her pussy was still oozing cum from what he did to her. Feeling confident, the huge bull dropped his shaft on her face and woke her up with its slapping weight. “Get up, sweetheart,” he said, and gave her ass a firm smack too. “You did your duty. Time to go.” 

 Then the middle-aged lovebird spent the rest of his day grooming himself. He wanted to go out and buy a new suit, but there was nothing close to the size he required. 

 However, Nabiki requested they meet at a temple outside of Tokyo. Warrick was confused as to why, but he spent hours with his hired driver trying to get there. When he arrived, Nabiki waited for him next to a monk that looked so shriveled, bent and crooked, that Warrick assumed he was a thousand years old.

“Welcome,” said Nabiki. 

“Why a temple?” he asked immediately.

“Oh. Omoru-san has been making this temple available for people and foreigners especially for a long time now. More of an inn, now, really. The community died off and they need to make ends meet somehow.” 

 The monk smiled at Warrick with a nearly toothless mouth. The massive Black man pressed his meaty hands together and bowed as he thought might be appropriate, then followed Nabiki. 

 She took him to an area at the back where the place offered the well-maintained grove of a hot spring. “You take your clothes off and get inside. Ranma will be with you shortly.”

“Ranma?”

 Nabiki blushed. “Oh, how silly of me. That’s Miku’s real name. Ranma. I figured you deserved to see the real deal given the money you’re paying.” 

 He grabbed Nabiki by the arm before she could head off. “You mean… naked?”

“Yes.”

“Completely naked?” 

 Nabiki sighed. “And Americans say we’re prudes.”

 Warrick followed her swaying butt till she went down a hallway and turned to the side and out of view. That ass wasn’t half-bad. Well. This couldn't have been a trap, could it? He had five stacks of $10.000 in his suitcase, but it was unlikely they went through all this trouble just to rob him like that. 

 After all these years of being overweight, he felt a little apprehensive taking off his clothes. Miku - or Ranma, whatever her name was - would have to see him naked eventually, but he was hoping he could make a good impression first. 

 At the very least he hoped his cock would impress. Though given how tiny she was, that could just as well scare her off…

 The bull headed into the water and made himself comfortable. As he looked up he could see the dimming sky and in the far distance he could hear the barking of a dog. 

 Footsteps.

 He tensed, but it was only the monk passing by, muttering to himself as he went on his business.

 Then, as Warrick looked around not expecting anybody, he suddenly looked up to see Ranma standing before him. She held a bottle of sake and wore a tight-fitting red kimono.

“Oh,” said Warrick. “Hello.” 

 Ranma muttered under her breath. Then she came and poured him a cup, standingly by awkwardly and awaiting orders. “Are you going to get inside?” he asked. “I saw your performance the other night. It was really good, actually. Impressive. Where did you learn to dance like that?” 

 Her eyes came down to meet him. “Thank you,” she said gruffly. 

“You’re so beautiful.” The Black American drank in the curves under the kimono and followed the long braid of red hair that came to rest past one shoulder. That would have been great to grab on during fucking… “You look better with your normal hair.”

“Thanks.” 

“I’m surprised you perform in a club like that. A girl like you could do a lot more, you know.”

“Nabiki is my manager.”

 Not much of a talker, is she? “Well, she’s a good manager. She did manage to squeeze twenty thousand out of me. But she’s too rude to take you to the top.”

 Ranma’s face went dark. “Twenty? Not five?” 

“Hmm?” Warrick raised the cup to his lips and sipped at his sake. “Five? No, no, no, we agreed on twenty.” 

 Ranma bolted off before he could say anything else. A few moments later he could hear thuds and screaming. The redhead returned, looking angry. “Nabiki is no longer my manager.” 

“I see…” 

 Warrick looked down at the pool and then back up at her. “Would you like to get in?”

“It’s too warm for me to get in.” 

“It’s not hot. It’s just right. Come on.” 

 Ranma looked away. “I’d rather not.” 

 The investor was genuinely confused. What was he going to do with this girl? Hadn’t they agreed on a private show? Maybe he would need that Nabiki girl after all. Or maybe he just needed to be a bit more pushy. This was definitely not the happy-go-lucky personality she showed the other night posing as that Miku character.

 He grabbed her by the wrist and tried to pull her in. “Come on, a bit of water won’t hurt you.

“No!” Ranma yelled. “Don’t do it!” 

 He wasn’t even pulling with much determination, but the redhead slipped and managed to fall in. 

 When she came up, Warrick noticed her hair was black. Not only that, but her body looked different under those robes. Was that all makeup? No, that made no sense…

 Ranma gave him a long look and screamed in fury. Then she clambered out and ran away.

 What just happened? Warrick wondered. Was this red-headed Ranma version also a fake identity? It only got him more excited to get to the truth. What an interesting girl. 

 Only in Japan.

 She returned a couple of minutes later wearing a new robe, her red hair wet. “Please, get out,” she pleaded, but it sounded more like the order of a military commander. 

 Warrick rose as ordered and stood before her. Without her heels, she barely reached up to his neck.





 Ranma looked up into the foreigner’s dark eyes, trying to hold her impressions of his physique to herself. Wow, he’s so damn big… As her gaze came down, she noticed the big black cock dangling between his legs, the water from it dripping right over her bare feet.

 He’s big everywhere. Just looking at it was making her blush and making her weak in the knees. This is wrong. I’m a guy, she thought. It’s wrong t-

“You’re so pretty,” he said, raising a firm hand to stroke her cheek. 

 Ranma trembled. “You too,” she answered, at a loss for words. This guy’s hands were huge. His fingers too...

“Me?” The big black man roared with laughter. “I’m afraid that doesn’t sound as convincing. A man can never be beautiful.”

 The words made a chill go down her spine. Hadn’t he seen her before when she fell? I was myself then for a few seconds. How could he not notice?

“You know, I don’t normally talk like a douchebag. But let me tell you I’ve got a lot of money. So long as you’re with me, money will never be an issue.”

“Money is not an issue.”

“So you want to be a star?” He took a step closer and pushed her against the wooden pillar, the slap of his wet foot with the full weight of his body behind it against the slab of stone underfoot giving her goosebumps. He must have weighed at least 120 kilograms... “I doubt you need me for that. But I’d like to help. The thing I came to Japan for was the final job for me. I thought of settling down, but I could help you instead. We could start a club just for you.”

 A club just for her? “Who would come?”

“Everybody. We’re going to put out promotional material for you everywhere. Get people talking. How do you think even desert people and eskimos hear of American celebrities?” 

 The feeling that welled up in her was a strange one. Technically, she was only doing this for a while to get some cash. But Ranma had realized she was getting off to being watched and appreciated. To being loved by the crowd. That they called her the hottest girl even though she was really a boy. 

 Secretly, she had already considered going up on stage one day without her wig. To be the real Ranma in front of the crowd. Or that her wig would slip and reveal her identity… Whichever way it happened, the fantasy of revealing her true identity before the world was arousing as it was humiliating.

 

 Warrick could see that his words hooked her, even if she wasn’t entirely convinced. This redhead was trembling so much that he could see her huge breasts heaving under the kimono. She was as hot as the sluttiest succubus from hell, but as cute as a little boy awfully pretending to be a wise guy. What a combination. 

 But before he could move ahead with his idea, he needed to make sure that what he saw before wasn’t just proof of her being completely fake. He put his hand on her obi. “Take this off for me.” 

 Ranma gulped and lowered her eyes; but she began to undress. 

 The Black bull’s breath shuddered as he watched the gorgeous kimono open for him like a spring flower in bloom. Ranma let it fall to the sides and left her thick pale body completely exposed. 

 Warrick put his dark hands under her massive cowtits and lifted them. “Jesus, they are even bigger from up close…” 

 Blushing, Ranma crossed her arms to hide her nipples from view. 

“You’re so beautiful.” Though he was planning to help her out of a sense of love for her body, he suddenly realized just how many people back home would pay to see this. His friends from the hood where he grew up would have lost their shit if they ever saw an Asian girl with tits this big. All they knew were the flat-chested and assless middle-aged brauds that worked at the laundromat and Chinese restaurant.

 Suddenly, he had a vision of making movies fucking her senseless and selling them. A huge Black guy like him fucking a perfect Japanese redhead like her. They would go crazy. And then they could have their club where people could come and feel her up for exorbitant amounts. 

 He leaned in and kissed her on the head, taking in the sweet scent of her body. His ogre arms came to envelop the rest of her as he went down with his adoring kisses, covering her forehead, her nose, and then making a longer stop on her mouth. 

 She refused to open her lips to him, but that was fine. There was time for that. 

 He pressed onwards to her chest, then began to kiss her right breast, bringing his mouth closer to her nipple. He sucked it in and began to massage it between his lips. As he looked up, he could see her grimacing with her eyes closed. His hands felt her surprisingly muscular back and came down to her tiny waist to follow the extreme curves of her hips. 

 The bull teased her and bit down on her nipple as he kneaded her ass. Ranma shivered intensely and gasped, then moaned. Her hands instinctively wrapped around his bald head, but she moved them away in embarrassment once she noticed what she was doing. 

 Warrick grinned and stood up, rolling her sensitive nipple between his strong fingers. “Get down on your knees,” he ordered as he would to any other girl he met and fucked. The investor was feeling nervous, but he could not show her just how much he liked her. Not yet.

 He was happy to see her obeying his orders without question, though the look on her face was deeply unhappy. Warrick grabbed her squishy ivory-white tits and put his monster cock between them, ready to get the best titjob of his life with or without her help. 

 It turned out to be without, since Ranma looked away the entire time. But her tits were so soft, and warm, so malleable, their skin so supple and silky and welcoming that he needed none of her help. He just thrust a couple of times and already gushed with precum, lubing the throbbing BBC up properly. His gaze searched for her eyes as his shaft dominated her tits, hoping to give her a sight to remember. With his black cock between her tits is how Ranma needed to learn to think about him.

 Her resistance made him that much hornier and after a few more pushed he groaned and came unexpectedly, shooting his thick load all over her sweet face. “Damn!” he said with a laugh. “That’s a lot.” 

 Covered up in his cum to the point of being blinded, Ranma stood up and stomped out of the grove, holding her hands out so she wouldn’t bump into something. “We gotta talk after!” Warrick yelled.

 He went to get his clothes and then heard: “Psssht!” 

 Crouching at the side of the doorway was Nabiki. “I’m still going to need my cut for making the introductions. But I suggest you hire me yourself. I work wonders with Ranma. We’re practically siblings.” 





 Warrick went ahead and bought some property before Ranma’s final decision came in. The clubbing scene upstart vowed that he would get her to work for him one way or another. He had sent his resignation back home and was now ready to use his life savings for establishing himself as a club owner in Tokyo. And while the business Japanese might not have been too thrilled about welcoming an American among their ranks in that way, there were enough expats around that just within the first few days the group that went up got over a thousand members. 

 The place was done in both Japanese and Western fashion. But the main emphasis was placed on the stage where Ranma performed. But unlike the old place where the stage was elevated out of reach, here it was slightly lower than the level of the chairs, and the whole club was far smaller and more intimate. 

 Nabiki brought Ranma around near the end of the week. The redhead wore a sleeveless red coat that made her look like she was part of a martial arts club, her braid tantalizingly bouncing above her firm ass. She took in the club with some amazement. But when Ranma finally spoke her voice sounded apprehensive: “This is for me?”

 Warrick went ahead and put his strong arms around her from behind, sniffing her again as he squeezed the busty tomboy against his chest. They may not have spoken since the day of that heavenly titjob, but the bull had been thinking about her ever since, feeling their potential future together materialize in his head. “Do you like what I’ve done with the place?”

 Ranma squirmed in his grasp, deeply uncomfortable. “It’s fine!”

 Warrick grinned and let his meaty fingers go over to her big tits, sinking in like the fangs of a predator into his prey. “God, but I’ve missed these,” he said as he kneaded them with relish. A few of the Japanese workers doing the interior couldn't stop staring, clearly jealous of a foreigner getting to enjoy such a native treat.

 Ranma gasped weakly and trembled. “You’re too rough~” she cooed. 

 This little slut wasn’t even wearing a bra underneath. The older Black stud searched for her nipples and rubbed them lovingly until they hardened, then flicked them mercilessly. Ranma moaned and struggled to get away, but his lips buried themselves against her neck, kissing, nibbling, licking and tasting her pale flesh. 

“We’re going to have so much fun,” he told her. “I’m so ready for you.” Warrick’s dickwas rock solid in his pants and he knew that she must have felt it. 

 Standing across from them, Nabiki put her hands on her hips and smirked. “She’s been talking about you nonstop since last time. But you two lovebirds can get a moment later. Shouldn’t we deal with business first?” 

“She’s right,” Warrick whispered to Ranma. Then he kissed her on the lips. This time he pinched her nipple and twisted it so that she opened her mouth and quickly found his way in, battling her tongue with his before he began to suck on hers with force. His paws explored the rest of her gorgeous teenage body, working himself up for what was to come. 

 When he interrupted the kiss and moved away from her, Ranma stood there on shaky legs, blushing and dazed. It took her several seconds to snap out of it and for her scowling look to return. Warrick took her by the hand. “Come on, let me show you your new home.”





 Ranma could not understand why this foreigner showed so much interest in her…

 Given that she had the mind of a man she could recognize that her body was hot. But in no world would the old Ranma have given up everything for a woman, no matter how attractive she was. And this was still the case now. Ultimately, one needed to focus on what was most important. Achieving success brought women along either way. 

 As the fat foreigner led her around, he quickly went from holding her hand to putting his palm over her ass. Ranma found it hard to focus and breathe when he touched her that way. Even after all these days, she found it difficult to erase the image of his big black cock out of her mind. 

 How can it be so big? she kept wondering after that initial encounter. Not only was it bigger than what she saw on other guys, but it was much bigger than her own when she went back to being a guy. It’s unnatural. Disgusting… 

 But the powerful way it throbbed between her tits and the copious amount of seed that hit her face stuck with her until now. Hours after she had washed it off, Ranma could still feel its ghostly presence and taste it on her tongue. And he wants to do that to me again?

“Well, how do you like it?” asked Warrick. 

 Ranma realized that she had been zoned out the entire tour. “Uhm, it’s nice.” 

 He gave her ass a smack and came down to whisper into her ear, his hot, low breath giving her goosebumps. “If there’s anything I can do to make it better. Let me know. I want you to have the place of your dreams. You’re the star here. Do you understand?” 

“Yes.” 

 He gave her another kiss on the lips and this time she opened her mouth instinctively, afraid that he might hurt her nipple again. Ranma stared into his dark eyes as they kissed, feeling the overwhelming presence of his massive body towering over her. 

“We should make arrangements for the first show,” said Nabiki. “I think it would be best if it’s free. That way, everyone has a change to come and see Ranma. And slowly, day by day, we’ll up the price to the standard we’ve set.” 

 Ranma heard her but the American seemed to be paying little attention.

“We’ll discuss things soon,” he told her, giving his Ranma another kiss on the cheek. “I think I need to show Ranma my private office and have a few moments with her.”

“No…” the redhead whispered.

 Nabiki winked. “Agreed. She’s being too difficult. Make her appreciate all the hard work you’ve done. Maybe she can pay you back in some way.” 

 

 Warrick could sense Ranma’s reluctance and fear as he led her into his office. Other men might have found that appealing, but he wanted her to love him back, not to be afraid of him. Women were naturally far weaker than men. Any no good loser could outpower a woman, which is why they needed the strongest men to protect them. Ranma just needed to understand that he was here to take care of her. 

 He closed the door before he turned on the lights. Once they came on, Ranma saw the simple desk on one end with a single closed laptop on top of it. Filling out the remaining third of the room, though, was a massive canopy bed. 

 Warrick grabbed the fabric of the curtain and rubbed it between his fingers. “See this? It’s soundproof. So that nobody disturbs us. And there!” He pointed to the cameras mounted on the bed’s ceiling. “Those will make sure every moment is recorded for posterity.” 

 Ranma stood there anxiously, saying nothing. 

 Warrick hugged and kissed her again, this time removing her clothes. He started by unbuttoning her top and letting those warm breasts spill out into his face, then went all the way down and yanked. His eyes hovered only inches away from her pussy, close enough to feel its heat on his middle-aged face. It was so tiny and delicate, just a pink little pussy with a strip of cute red hair growing over it. Young enough to be my daughter.

 The bull brought his tongue out and grabbed onto her legs. He glanced up to her scared face and gave her a teasing look before he rushed in with his tongue, smothering his face against her warm thighs and hot pussy, his tongue going in to ravage her sensitive insides.

 Ranma gasped, shuddered, cursed, and finally screamed at him to stop. She hit his bald black head head with his hands ineffectively, doing it till she was too horny to go. Warrick was pleased to see his tongue leaving her helplessly. Her arms reached up to hold onto the bed, but he could feel her legs losing balance. 

 His strong arms lifted her and threw her onto the sheets. As she lay there, shivering and looking up at him with reverent eyes, he methodically took off his clothes and put his middle-aged breeding bull body on display. A body that deserved no beautiful woman but which had ruined them by the thousands. Ranma, he noticed, did not even bother closing her eyes. “I see you’re inviting me.” 

 The redhead shook her head. “No! What are you talking about? You fat oaf, I hate you!” 

 The bed was supposed to be sturdy but he could still hear it groan under his weight as he got in on top of her. The stud spread her legs even wider and let them come around his belly while he inched closer to her pussy. 

 The big black cock dropped on top of her toned stomach, showing the redhead in advance just how deep it was going to go. As Ranma peered down and saw the shaft going up to her belly button and past it she took in a deep breath. 

 Warrick confidently grabbed his dick and brought the head down to her pussy. “This might hurt a little. But not for long.” 

 Ranma grabbed him by the wrist fearfully. “I don’t think I can do it.” 

 He leaned forwards and gave her a kiss on the temple, staring down kindly into her eyes. “I know you can do it. And it’s going to feel great.” 

 As he stood on top of her, the cockhead moved past her lips and she grimaced. The bull pushed it in the rest of the way, feeling inch after inch getting squeezed by her tight pussy. “Stop!” Ranma pushed her hands into his chest and tried to get him off. “Stop it!”

 Warrick dropped more of his weight on top of her, crushing her into submission as his shaft moved onwards to total penetration. Her feet and forearms were flailing, but most of her body was perfectly trapped under him and at his mercy. 

 The breeding stud stroked her head and whispered into her ear. “Being broken in by a Black man isn’t an easy thing for a small girl like you. But I know you can take it.” 

“No…” There were tears in her eyes. “Stop. I c-can’t! Ahhh~ I can’t do it…” 

 As her pussy attempted to push him out, Warrick moved his lower body backwards and slammed into her with the strength of all his muscles. Ranma shrieked as her tender pussy got broken in. His meaty palm covered her mouth to protect his own ears and he went on with the work, impaling her pussy onto his rod until he could feel the drenched lips of her pussy kissing the base of his cock. “That’s more like it,” Warrick whispered.

 When he took his hand away from her mouth, Ranma seemed utterly defeated. Her teary eyes were staring at nothing in particular while the drooling mouth hung open. Warrick moved his heavy body into position, grunting like a bull in heat, then began to pound her little Japanese cunt, his old black balls slapping wetly against her pussy. 

 Seeing her this debilitated by his cock made his confidence grow even more. After so many years of being a shitty paper-pusher that made a salary he could never enjoy in full, he was starting to remember what it was like to be young, strong, and with dreams. He was used to fucking whatever he wanted, but it was always with the realization that it would fade away into an obscure memory. Cute faces he would never see again. Now he was training what would be his new fucktoy. His wifey, maybe. “You should be paying me for taking your cherry like this.” Warrick kissed her sweetly on the mouth. She cooed and began to shiver. “There’s nothing you won’t be able to take after I train you on a BBC.” 

 He moved his hand under her back and wrapped both his arms around her. Then he dropped down, turning her to the side, and pressed her against him like a plushie as his veiny monstrous shaft kept her pussy stretched beautifully. “Fuck, that feels good.” He slapped her ass. “Tell me that feels good.”

“It feels g-g-good,” stammered Ranma. 

 Her soft young breasts slid back and forth against his chest, squished by their torsos, as her virgin pussy got torn up from within. As he kneaded her asscheeks, Warrick let a finger slip to her tiny puckered asshole. Ranma panicked again, but he squeezed her in place and slowly began to push his pinky inside. “I’m going to take this ass too. Not today. But you better start training for it.” 

 She was moving so much and trembling so helplessly that she was like a little silken vibrator wrapped around his cock. Nibbling on her earlobe, Warrick let himself come naturally. Her little cunt was so tight that not a drop left her pussy initially, all of it making its way to her womb instead. 

 It was only when he finally pulled out and left her there on the bed that he saw how much gooey cum was coming out of her steaming pussy. He took a drop against his index and rubbed it into her clit, hearing her gasp all over again. “That’s a good little girl,” he said with a grin. 





 Ranma would never become a girl ever again. 

 After he returned home the previous day he decided that experimenting with his girly side was over, permanently. He had been so sore down there that he could feel the stud’s cock for hours. It was only once he changed back into a guy that he started feeling normal once more. 

 The only thing that remained was to teach that dirty shitskin foreigner a lesson. Nobody is going to touch me like that. Nobody. 

 He left home and went back to the club to get his revenge and teach the bastard a lesson. The weather was getting worse, but Ranma was feeling confident. I’m going to kick his ass. He could still taste the bull’s sweat on his tongue from when he lay on top of his much weaker body, assaulting his sweet insides. Bastard!

 As Ranma entered, two security guards got in front of him and threatened violence. They weren’t there before. But Warrick stood by the entrance, too, talking sweetly to another foreigner that was getting trained by him for how to welcome customers.

“You there! Fatso!” Ranma yelled. 

 The guards growled and tried to remove him, but Warrick ordered them to stop. “Haven’t I seen you before?”

“I’m… Ranma’s brother.” 

 Warrick seemed confused. “Her brother? I don’t remember that.”

“Enough!” Ranma yelled, raising his fists. “Get out of the club.” 

“You’re going to fight me?”

“I’m going to break every bone in your body, you fat retard! So either you leave my sister alone, or I’ll end you.” 

 Warrick smirked. “Well, your sister is my woman. So I guess I’m going to have to beat some sense into you, little brother.” 

 They went out into the alley and the guards and hostess came with them. Ranma went in with a kick and hit the huge American right in the belly. Warrick looked down at him, confused. His body wobbled but he seemed unaffected by any pain. 

“What the hell was that about?” 

 Way up above, a storm cracked to life. Ranma worried that the rain might come, so this time he tried to kick up towards his face. The Black giant moved with surprising haste and caught him by the ankle, lifting him up like a prized fish.

“Let me go!” Ranma yelled. “Let me go!” 

“Kick his ass!” the guards yelled.

“Kick his ass?” Warrick seemed aghast. “He’s just a kid. But either way, I’m not going to hurt your sister. We’re in love.”

“No, you aren’t!” Ranma screamed.

“How would you know?”

“Because… Because I just do…” 

 It began to rain suddenly. The girl with them panicked and ran back inside. But Warrick stood there, still holding Ranma as the cold storm beat down. The boy could feel the cold water drops hitting him in the face and going through his clothes. No!… NO!!!!

 When he witnessed the transformation the first time, Warrick hadn’t realized exactly what was going on. Ranma figured as much.  

 Now, however, she was afraid that the foreigner might beat her up to discover that she was actually a boy. 

 But the amazed look on his face gave way to amusement instead of severity.

“What the hell... Ranma?! Is that you, my love?” He roared with laughter. “What kind of parlor trick is that? Did you guys see that?!” he asked the guards. “Oh my, Ranma! That’s going to be such a sell for our clients.” 





 TheBblack bull could not believe just how many talents his little Ranma possessed. She was a great dancer, a hell of a performer, and apparently even a magician. But one thing she needed to practice some more was her love-making. 

 Warrick took her back to his office and took off her wet clothes, then put her back in bed. The way she looked at him made him understand that she was annoyed, possibly for figuring out her little trick before. 

 He locked the door and took off his own clothes, then got in bed next to her. “From now on, I want you to live here.” He placed a first kiss on her shoulder then traced his way down to her full breasts. He could feel her nipples harden under the touch of his lips and grinned. “Do you understand?” 

“I don’t care what you say!” Ranma shouted. “To hell with you!” 

 The bull put a firm hand around her neck but only held her comfortably. He gave her a kiss on the mouth. “Why are you so angry? Let me show you something.” 

 He pressed a button to the side of the bed and a large screen came down. “Open files,” Warrick ordered it. “Play lovers_1.mp4.” 

 He held Ranma tightly in his arms as the video of the two of them from the previous day began to play. The redhead watched herself on screen apprehensively. She seemed mesmerized by her image on the screen. “I’ve already sent this out to a bunch of people,” he told her. It wasn’t true, but he wanted to see her reaction. 

 Blushing, Ranma gulped. “What did they say?” 

“They said you’re gorgeous but have no idea what you’re doing in bed.”

“That’s not true! I’m just… I’m just new to it. I usually do stuff on my own.” 

 The stud kissed her neck and squeezed her breast like a ripened fruit. “Don’t worry. I can teach you.”

 

 Ranma wanted the first night of the grand inauguration of the new club to be a special one. 

 From the safety of the security office she could see the dozens of people coming in on camera. Warrick was out talking to people while Nabiki administered the final preparations. 

 When the music came on and the lights went dark, she ran and got into position. Warrick gave a short speech welcoming everyone again and told them to enjoy the show. 

 The redhead walked out in her bunny suit and high heels. Once she got at the center where she needed to begin her performance, the men seated in the first row were so close that she could feel their hot breathing hitting the sensitive parts of her body. 

 This time she did a slow dance that showed off her curves, swaying her wide hips and making her tits jiggle in the red leotard. “Go on, touch her!” Warrick told all of them. “Have your way.” 

 Ranma could tell that these men were not all of them high-class businessmen like the ones that came to the old club. Some looked exactly like that, but others appeared to be average office workers, and some looked closer to bums. Nabiki planned the first night to be one of free entries for the first in line… 

 Even with Warrick insisting they give it a go, most of the guys in the front seat did nothing. It took the Black bull to reach out and start feeling her ass for the others to join in. “See? Isn’t her body great? Here at our club you’ll be able to feel young Ranma every night. She’s here for your pleasure!” 

 So many hands began to touch her that Ranma could hardly keep dancing. Once the first few did it without guards interfering, the people in the back started rushing forwards. Within the minute, they had ripped the fishnet stockings to feel the bare skin on her legs and pulled her leotard down to stretch her nipples. This isn’t performing, thought Ranma through gritted teeth. They’re just using me…

 Warrick came through and pushed the others away, then got Ranma to kneel down before him. She knew to take his cock out and immediately began to kiss it. The Japanese men in the audience gasped to see the size of the Black, all-American dick, and watched intently as the small redheaded tomboy struggled to gulp it down her throat. 

“You see?” Warrick asked them. “This is what we offer at our club. Any regular here can hope to get a treat once in a while.” He lowered the microphone down to Ranma’s mouth, and suddenly she could hear the mouth sounds of her sucking on his BBC playing over the music for the entire club to hear.

 Her Black owner had teased her the entire day in preparation for this moment and now she was dripping wet. She reached down to touch herself even as she sucked on him, knowing much worse was to come. Why avoid it? Warrick put a strong hand on her head and rammed his cock even deeper, facefucking her in front of the entire audience. 

“Now, who would like to see a magic trick?” 

 As his cock choked her, it suddenly began to shoot his seed right down her throat. In that same moment, he poured a glass of heated, smoking water down over head. 

 Ranma could feel himself coming back. The people in the audience gasped, then clapped as Warrick assured them it was a trick. They think I’m still a girl. 

 Warrick pulled out of his mouth and showed the pretty boy face dripping Black seed to every man there. All clapped at once, as if it were a big show. Then the bull dropped his dick over Ranma’s face, showing them just how good capable the throat was to be able to take that much. But I’m a boy. I’ve always been a boy. 

 Nabiki came and poured a glass of cold water over Ranma, bringing him back to his female form. Ranma immediately felt the horny men members grabbing her tits with renewed vigor. Warrick whispered into her ear: “You remember what I taught you. Don’t let them down.” 

 

 Warrick stepped aside to watch the magic happen. All those horny guys immediately jumped on Ranma, everyone trying to get their dick wet somehow. Some forced their dicks into her mouth, while another group took her pussy and constantly accused one another of taking too long. 

 For the newly-minted club owner, it was a beautiful sight to witness. Seeing their enthusiasm, he suddenly got the same feeling he always did when an investment paid off beyond his wildest dreams.

 This time, though, Ranma was the only investment. She was his prized jewel. In months, they would be running one of the dirtiest, sexiest places in Tokyo. His little redhead wouldn’t be dressing up as other girls - they would need to hire girls to dress up as Ranma once the business branched out.

 As the clients abused Ranma’s body, Nabiki leaned against the American stud and let her tight ass rub against his cock. “It’s going well, isn’t it?”

 Warrick put an arm around her and allowed her to grind. Lately, it was clear that she wanted more out of him. But this one wasn’t sincere like Ranma. She just smelled the money. “It sure is.” 

 Poor Ranma was taking it from every position, but Warrick saw that their lessons over the last few days hit home. She was using her breasts to pleasure cocks whenever she could, opening her mouth as wide as it could go, wide enough to fit two cocks at once at times, and wiggled her ass to make sure her pussy gave them the best feeling possible. All the while the aggressive look on her face went away to be replaced by a submissive one. Making them happy was her one true calling now. 

 It was difficult to get them to stop, but Warrick got the customers to settle back down. Ranma sat breathlessly before them, dripping with cum off of her entire body. Slowly, as a cute JPOP song began to play, she got up to her feet and began to dance energetically before all of them, her cum-covered body glistening in the low lights. 

“What a show!” Warrick could hear one guy say. 





 The cool water poured over Ranma’s body as she washed after her first day. It was rough, but she made it through. Much like Warrick and Nabiki promised, it felt good once she allowed herself to play into it. It was no different than how she got into touching herself on stage the first time. Now she would just let them fuck her a bit instead. 

 She got out of the shower, wiped her tits dry, and put on the cream and lotion that made her soft the way Warrick liked. Then she put on the babydoll dress he gave her. This will only be for a short time, Ranma told himself. After I get enough cash I’ll just get back to training and say goodbye to everyone. 

 She was about to get in bed and wait for her owner when he opened the door and stuck his head in. “Ranma? Come with me. I want you to meet somebody.” 

 The redhead emerged and saw the three figures in the club. Two of them were European-looking, dressed in suits, the third was a bald white American with tattoos on his head and the beard of a viking. The fourth was a dark-skinned guy about the same height as Warrick, but with dreads coming down his head instead, wearing a shirt so tight that Ranma could see every muscle working under it. 

“These are my friends,” Warrick said. “They’re all interested in starting businesses in Tokyo and since they’re foreigners, we’ll be working together.” 

 The bearded one came forwards and casually grabbed Ranma by her nipple. He said something that made the others laugh; but in English, so she couldn't understand it.

“I hope you don’t mind,” Warrick whispered, “but I told them you’d show them a fun time.” 

 There was no need for Ranma to agree. She simply surrendered to their guiding hands and did as was told. She could hear them laughing, but soon they switched to English entirely and cut her off even from the little she could hear. Instead, the White American cock was shoved into her mouth while the other Black stud came around and entered her from behind, lifting her legs up the ground entirely. 

 The two spitroasted her while the Europeans dressed in suits seemed to ask permission to film, then immediately took out their phones to take pictures of what was happening. “Don’t worry,” Warrick told her. “This will be good for getting your name out there.” 

 Ranma was angry to be used a second time without any planning. But the cocks felt so good that the smile crept over her face nonetheless. “All right…” 

 Her trusted owner came and caressed her head lovingly. More affectionately than her real father ever had... “Soon enough, everyone will know about you. Everyone.” 

