Sexy Asian Bimbo

Caitlin Arnett

Big Booty Beauty

Happy 4th of July!

DANI'S FINAL SERVE PART 4 OF 4 by BPAP

Back in the indoor courts Dani minced towards a stray ball in her white platform trainers with the eight inch heel. A flashback to one of the porn movies she had seen from the panel in her room flashed in her mind’s eye. She imitated the pornstar, bending at the hip, her shapely legs remaining perfectly straight as her flawless manicured nails grabbed the ball. Inevitably her white spandex dress rode up, unable to contain her bubble butt and exposing her wet pussy. The guy on her side of the court, who almost exploded in his tennis shorts, hopped behind her and smacked her roughly on the butt with his tennis racket. Dani tottered forwards and giggled, waddling back to hold Tori’s hand at the side of the net.

Dani’s return had provided a welcome boost to everyone at the Academy. The boys had a new toy to play with and the girls had a new bimbo image to aspire to. Dani was a welcome site to the executive board and the Director was equally delighted to show her off to them. Their investment had been well spent.

No one had been more glad to see her return though than Tori. She didn’t seem to mind that her DD’s had been outmatched by Dani’s E’s and was her usual bubbly giggly self when they reunited. Along with the other girls their days were spent training at the gym to maintain their sexy hourglass frames and continuing with their ballgirl roles for the guys.

Eventually the boys training session ended. As the two approached the net to commend each other and talk about their next tournament Dani’s head began spinning. The smell of the guys sweat filled her nostrils and she instinctively squeezed the tennis balls that she pulled from between her bulging cleavage. For the hundredth time she thought about her time back at the clinic. So many of her senses brought her back to that place. Troy called it her rebirth because, as he put it, ‘she went in as a dull bitch and came out a brainless ditz’.

As she put the balls away she heard the clicking of Tori’s hurried footsteps behind her. She took Dani’s wrist and pulled her away.

“The other girls can do that”, she exclaimed leading her towards the guys. “We have another job to do. A super special job”.

Dani giggled with Tori as the followed the guys into the changing room. Her heart thumped in excitement. She had seen Tori escape in here so often whilst she awaited her surgery wondering naively what she got up to. But now she understood and she was ready.

The guys immediately got to work once the girls were inside. Tori was flung roughly over the wooden bench, her big funbags cushioning her fall. Her heels were so tall and her skirt so short and flimsy that her bare butt pointed skywards, beckoning for the guys attention. He answered the call whipping down his shorts and sticking his bold member roughly into her swollen pussy.

Dani’s guy seemed a little more reluctant and unsure of himself. Dani was happy to oblige. This was the one who had swatted her butt with the racket but despite his interest in her rear she noticed that he had been ogling her melons throughout the entire session. She guided him to another bench along the wall and sat him down, kneeling subserviently before him and giving him a reassuring beaming grin. He gasped as she wiggled her hand into his shorts and pulled out his tool. She could feel it throbbing in her grasp, a warning that he wasn’t going to last very long and because of this she hoisted up her dress and guided it swiftly between her bulging rack. She grinned as her mounds swallowed up his penis, only the tip protruding out, gasping for air. Looking straight into his wide bewildered eyes she began bouncing. It only took a few hops before the cum sprayed into the air like a fountain and splattered across the tops of her tits. Dani slid it out and continuing to kneel she began licking his shrinking cockclean as the other guy finished with Tori. A rough grunt and a dramatic squeal from Tori signalled his climax.

As Dani lathered up her mounds with soap and proceeded to wash the guy clean in the shower with them, copying Tori who was doing the same, a mantra ordering her to serve and obey ran through her otherwise vacant mind.

* * *

The crowd in the stadium erupted as the boys hurried off the court and to their seats for change-over. Dani wasn’t sure whether the crowd was roaring to give the guys some encouragement or whether it was because she had strutted into view.

Dani would have liked nothing more than to bend down and give the boy in front of her a well-deserved blowjob. She was a ditzy bimbo but even she knew that that type of action was forbidden. He had to concentrate every fibre of his being on the game just as she had to focus all of her energy onto holding up the umbrella to shade him and pushing out her jugs for the audience’s entertainment. She couldn’t even focus on that though, the banana that the guy was eating reminding her of cocks and how much she loved to play with them for a man’s satisfaction.

A few months ago Dani would have liked nothing more than to head out onto the court and do battle with a fellow female player. But now she was a cheerleader, a mere decoration in the game she had used to love so much. Her only involvement in the game now was reduced to that of a lowly ballgirl, a job normally reserved for children aspiring to be great players. Her career had taken a decidedly backwards direction in that regard.

Dani’s outfit was designed to remind her of her diminished role in the game, not that she remembered much of her former life or her dreams and ambitions anyway. The two sizes too small baby blue T shirt that she wore had the words Ballgirl stamped onto them in bold white lettering. Her nipples, which had been permanently jutting out at attention throughout the entire match, were poking through the T-shirt boldly. The contours of her magnificent pert pair were etched in fine detail through the material to remind everyone of how stupidly big they were on her small frame. Skintight short shorts mere inches down her thighs of the same colouring had the same Ballgirl lettering plastered across it and gave the crowd behind her a nice view of her curvy tear drop ass. The bulging cheeks seemed desperate to have a nice firm rod inserted between them and a majority of the audience would have gladly obliged. Blue trainers with eight inch heels attached and a blue visor cap completed the look along with the blue ribbons in her platinum blonde hair.

Dani turned to look at the girl beside her who was holding an umbrella for the other boy, furrowing her button nose in thought. Dani was sure that she recognised her but in a mind now clogged with porn and commands it was difficult to remember anything that wasn’t relevant to her recent bimboisation.

The girl was dressed in the same uniform as Dani but she clearly hadn’t been to the clinic for any physical adjustments. Dani couldn’t help but wince at the girl’s flatter chest and thinner lips. It made her shake to think that she had looked like that. She figured she must have been very unhappy back then.

There had evidently been some mental adjustments though. The girl stood there like a statue, looking into the middle distant with a blank empty stare. Every time the crowd cheered her face lit up in a beaming smile as if she had been fitted with a sound sensor. Dani wondered what other programming had been inserted into her clearly meddled mind.

Suddenly a memory flashed. It came and went like a bolt of lightning. Dani had played against her in this very stadium in her first and last major game. This girl had been a skilled player, beating Dani as she wiggled around the court scrambling to return the ball in her newly acquired corset and high heeled trainers. Dani grinned at how silly she had been. Girls weren’t meant to play tennis.

The boys jumped up and ran back onto the court, snapping Dani out of her reverie, the memory replaced with the need to bounce her boobies and cheer the guys on eagerly. As the game commenced Dani felt a hand squeeze her arse cheek and turned to see Troy beside her.

“You’re needed”, he ordered, leading her off the court.

In a matter of minutes Troy had led her to a back room in the depths of the stadium and thrust another outfit into her manicured hands. Once she had hurriedly changed and dolled up her face as much as Troy’s time limit would allow she was led up an endless amount of stairs to the top of the stadium. There she was pushed into a VIP suite, a tray of champagne flutes placed into her hands.

The executive board marvelled at the sight of her arrival. She was dressed in the same outfit as the handful of other girls who milled about the room but she stood out, a cock throbbing wet dream. She was dressed in a bunny outfit, a black spandex leotard that was clearly too small adorned her like a second skin. It climbed around her massive mounds, the material stretching to the max but they still managed to spill out at the top and sides. As she minced towards the men in the room in tall black heels she felt the butt plug climbing up her arsehole with the white fluffy bunny tail on the end. Her shapely legs were encased in sheer thigh high stockings and her hands in black elbow length gloves trimmed with white fur. A pair of bunny ears topped her cascading blonde hair.

As she served the men diligently she heard Tori’s name come up in discussions frequently. She would have tried to listen to their entire conversation but the amount of concentration that required was too much for her around so many men. It took all her efforts to keep the drinks on the tray as they tickled and slapped and squeezed as she walked past them. Every time she did she had flashes in her mind of a big orgy, a cock down her throat and two others clutched in her hands whilst another fought to wriggle up her arsehole. She had to bite her tongue to stop from groaning and felt the leotard growing damp down below. Although there was a wide glass window overlooking the game in the stadium it didn’t seem like many of the board were paying too much attention to it.

Once her tray was empty they threw her down to her knees and the blowjobs started.

* * *

Dani wasn’t sure how she had ended up in the position she found herself in.

She was in the guys changing room, a place she frequented often after training sessions but this time she couldn’t leave. Her heels had been lodged into a drain in the centre of the room and her ankles tied tightly together. She was kept constantly bent at the waist by a chain attached from her ankle constraints and up to her neck. Her arms were also attached to her ankles, keeping them straight but useless.

The only sounds in the empty room were Dani’s muffled moans and the soft dripping, not of a tap or shower head, but of Dani’s saliva as it dribbled down her chin and dropped to form a pool on the tiled floor. A ring gag had been inserted between her plump lips to keep her quiet.

Her head was kept up by another chain. This was attached to Dani’s ponytail and wound down, pressed tightly between her shoulder blades and following the trail of her spine where it hooked onto baby pink crotchless panties, the only item she was wearing besides the heels. Her uncontained breasts were bouncing freely down below as she wiggled her hips and shuffled her feet to relieve the aches and stiffness from being confined for so long.

She heard the guys before she saw them. A batch of them had finished an intense session, prep for a major tournament in a few weeks time. Dani craned her neck in an attempt to spot them but the ponytail chain meant she could only move a fraction. Even when she stared intently out of the corners of her eyes she could only catch a quick glimpse of them. Instead she listened as they talked animatedly, slamming lockers and dropping kit onto benches.

At the mere smell of the guy’s sweat a rush of lust flooded her. Standing in one place for so long had made her pent up and frustrated. She tried to get the guys’ attention, shaking the chain bonds and gargling through the ring gag but it was no use. Her eyes began watering with frustrated tears as saliva poured out of her eager mouth.

The towel whistled in the air, the crack it made as it slapped Dani’s butt echoed around the changing room. She hadn’t seen it coming. She gave an equally loud cry as the guys erupted in fits of laughter. Despite the pain Dani wiggled her arse encouraging as they surrounded her.

She felt as one grabbed a handful of her hair and positioned himself in front of her. His long hard cock rested on the top of her head and by rising and falling a couple of times on the balls of his feet he allowed it to slap on her head humiliatingly. Dani didn’t seem to care though. She curled out her tongue and tried to lick his balls even though they were inches out of her reach. The guy gave a few teasing knocks on her cheek before he gave Dani what she wanted. His cock slid into Dani’s spit lubricated mouth with ease and rested inside snugly. Dani gave a content groan and got to work, caressing it with her tongue and sucking on it gratefully. The guy provided the movement, shoving it down her throat roughly. It wasn’t long before it tensed and his cum fired down her throat and into her belly. Dani barely had time to recover though as he pulled out of her mouth and was replaced by another. This one fucked her mouth vigorously, winding down his hands to play with her nipples swinging wildly below. Dani moaned and groaned as she desperately tried to focus on his tool and once it was ready he pulled out quickly to paint her face with his load. His cock had barely finished shooting when yet another took his place. As it slid in Dani felt two open palms rest on her tight butt. Soon afterwards she felt another cock trying to slide up her butthole. She relaxed her muscles as he dunked his fingers into her drool pool and rubbed the saliva over his dick. His wet cock thrust inside her as she was double fucked. Dani took them happily as mantras washed through her mind encouragingly. Her pussy was as wet as her mouth but she knew the pleasure of men came before her own needs. After a couple more face fucks and another cock up her bum the orgy was over. She was left alone, spit and cum sliding down her sweat coated face, her eyes closed and heart beating blissfully.

* * *

A couple of days later after her changing room orgy Dani returned from an appointment at the beauty salon and was summoned to see the Director. She skipped inside his office, expecting to be used once again. Her hair had been dyed an even brighter blonde and had been teased down to her lower back, the ends tickling her butt. Her lips were plumper and a fresh coat of sparkly pink polish had been applied to her manicured finger and toe nails.

As she flopped into the chair opposite his desk though she sensed something was wrong. The Director looked very serious and immediately Dani’s senses took over.

“No, sit”, he said as Dani jumped up ready to serve her purpose of cheering him up.

She sat back down sulkily as he continued.

“I’ve been speaking to the board and they have some…concerns about you”.

Dani’s demeanour changed drastically. Her eyes instantly welled with tears, her body shaking uncontrollably. Her altered mind could not handle failure. Her sole mission to please men was her only purpose and without that she felt an overwhelming sense of panic and confusion.

“What, why”, she squeaked, her bottom lip wobbling like a toddler who was about to get punished.

There was a pause as the Director observed her, trying to figure out a way of explaining his point in a way that the ditsy girl would understand. Eventually he opened a draw in his desk and produced a tennis ball.

“Between this ball and you which do you think serves men the best?” he said bouncing the ball a few times beside him.

As expected Dani’s porcelain face screwed up in deep thought. The Director watched with a slight smirk as she looked down at her big boobs, then at her manicured hands, then at the tuft of platinum hair that she was playing with anxiously.

“…Me” she answered reluctantly.

“Wrong”, he shot back.

Dani gave a loud devastated wail and buried her face in her hands. Despite that the Director knew that she wasn’t crying. She had been conditioned not to ruin her mascara at all costs and would have been trying equally hard not to after her earlier makeover.

“Let me explain”, he continued. “This ball has been perfectly designed for a game of tennis. When a guy serves the ball he decides how he is going to play it to his opponent. Sometimes he will put spin on the ball, other times not. When his opponent receives the ball he also determines how he is going to hit the ball depending on the type of shot he wants to play. Sometimes it will be a drop shot, other times a volley. Whatever move they both decide to play the ball responds accordingly. So long as he plays it correctly the ball bounces or swerves just as he intended. That is why a ball is better than you. It performs perfectly to a man’s touch.”

“I’m a good girl”, Dani hiccoughed. “I’m a man toy. I know that. If a guy wants to play with my titties I let him. If he wants to use one of my holes I let him”.

“But a ball is perfection”, the Director argued. “It never whines or complains. It never has good days or bad days. It always does as required without hesitation. What if I told you that we were going to give you a breast reduction?”

He had to reverse his comment the minute he said it due to the look of sheer horror plastered across Dani’s fearful face. He almost thought she was going to have a panic attack. Dani knew it too and the Director knew he had hit his point home. He could almost see the cogs turning in Dani’s predictable mind and when she responded she asked the right question.

“So…so how can I be more like the ball?” She whispered.

The Director answered immediately.

“With obedience. Unquestioning, uncompromising obedience. We can arrange for some sessions to ensure you receive this. It can be…slotted into your mind”.

“Like when a man’s cock goes between my titties? Troy told me that his slots perfectly between mine”.

“Just like that” the Director chuckled. “Would you like that sweetie?”

Her near empty head bounced up and down cheerfully.

“Of course. Whatever it takes to make me the perfect man trophy”.

“Good, we’ll get onto that immediately”.

The Director couldn’t wait to tell the board about their conversation. They would be delighted. It was to be the completion of Dani’s journey.

* * *

Dani crawled across the Director’s office towards the ajar door. As always a copy of the daily paper was waiting on the mat. She took it in her mouth, the little bell on her collar jingling and travelled back across the room to where the Director was sitting. He was on a leather couch, watching the boy’s training session from a floor to ceiling window as Dani approached. She knelt in front of him as she had been trained and conditioned to do, balled hands in front of her, hips wiggling to allow her puppy dog tail to wag. Obedient.

The Director took his eyes away from the tennis to look at her. Dani’s dazzling emerald eyes looked up at him loyally. He was drawn to the tinkling of the collar. The baby pink leather was locked tightly in place around her throat, the sparkling silver studs etching out her name across the front proudly as the short lead dangled down and got lost in the cleavage of her inflated mounds.

When he reached out to take the paper the implants in her mind responded. She arched her back to sit as straight as possible and her hips moved more vigorously to emphasise how happy she was to serve. Her jaws relaxed allowing the paper to fall into his grasp.

For the hundredth time that day he felt his dick stiffen in his pants. When he had made the analogy of the tennis ball to Dani a month ago it had all been a ploy to get her to sign up for puppygirl training but he hadn’t really expected his words to come true. Dani was perfect now. He loved her like this. It was like she was born to be a puppy since she took to the role so effortlessly.

Her outfit alone was enough to bring his member to attention. The white see through Lycra bodysuit etched every contour of her body like a second skin. Dotted across it were black patches to give it the look of a patterned fur coat. Her big boobs were encased in the Lycra too. Her nipples, almost permanently pert and alert, poked out of the material as if desperate to escape. Between her bulging fleshy butt cheeks the puppydog tail protruded out from a huge dildo buried and locked snugly up her arsehole. To complete the look she wore a headband with two dog ears on the top and her hands were encased in tight fitting gloves which kept them permanently into fists. Two plastic cups were wrapped around her knees to ensure the material didn’t rip and allowed her to crawl across the floor faster.

If the Director was impressed with Dani’s progress then the board were ecstatic. She was a regular member of executive meetings now. After displaying a few tricks for their amusement, balancing dog biscuits on her nose or playing fetch, she would busy them out of sight under the table, usually rotating through the staff with one cock in her mouth and the other sliding into her wet eager pussy from behind.

The Director decided to practice his latest trick with her. Burying his hand into a packet of dog treats beside him he held it in the air above Dani whose mouth began to drool hungrily.

“Sound”, he commanded.

Dani’s face screwed up in concentration whilst her tongue lolled out of her mouth stupidly. The yaps that escaped from her sounded like a squeaky chew toy. The Director had been training her voice so that when she barked it sounded as high pitched and helium filled as possible. Just because she was a puppygirl that didn’t mean she couldn’t still sound like a complete bimbo. The Director allowed her a few more tries until he was satisfied. He dropped the treat into her gaping mouth. Dani almost choked on the big bone shaped biscuit before she crunched on it contently as he tapped her head. After a few chews the gooey energy drink liquid inside the biscuit burst with flavour on her tongue. Her rapidly swinging tail began to spank her butt cheeks such was her glee.

The Director had been so caught up in Dani that he had almost forgotten that Tori was in the room. Almost was the key word though. The ringing of bells had meant she was never far from his thoughts. He had had a full scale mirror placed beside him so he could look behind him where Tori was performing.

The girl was dressed in a jester outfit to remind her that she was an airhead whose only role was to perform for his amusement and entertainment. She wore an outfit of alternating colours. One of her towering ballet heels was a firetruck red and the other a sunny yellow. This pattern continued on her tight catsuit. Her left leg and right arm were red and the other yellow. She also had one red globed tit and a yellow one as well as alternating butt cheeks. A small jester hat had been placed on the top of her mass of blonde hair. It splayed out into five spikes, each with a little bell on the end. A belt of bells was clipped to her corset crushed waist and another one was dangling from her collar.

Tori’s arms had been tied tightly behind her back and her ankles were tied loosely together so that she could only shuffle around the room. Two dildos buzzed at a low level quietly, one up her arse and the other snug in her pussy to keep her constantly heated and uncomfortable. A thin ring gag was tucked into her mouth. If Tori really tried to push her jaw together then she could defy the gag and purse her full puffy lips together but not for very long. The purpose of this was explained by the bottle of energy drink that constantly swung above her head like a pendulum. Tori had to waddle around the room hopping to try and grasp the nozzle of the bottle in her mouth so she could suck the deliciously sweet contents that she desired so much. It was a hilarious spectacle to watch. The Director had promised that if she could drain all the contents of the bottle then she could suck his cock dry. He expected it to take her most of the day if she was lucky. He had watched her boobs jiggle as she had bounded up and down, wobbling on the heels. Most of the time the bottle knocked her in the face softly as she tried to scrabble her lips together and get a long enough grip to suckle. Even then she had to stop every so often as a horny hot flush caused her legs to shake as an orgasm washed over her and her task was temporarily forgotten. Tori was drenched in a mixture of sweat, cum around her crotch and speckles of sticky energy drink where it had dripped.

The Director was trying to get his last few moments of fun out of Tori before she left. Since a new wave of bimbo ex tennis girls would soon work its way up the ranks the board had decided to make Tori a prize in the next tennis tournament. It would be a great promotional piece for their close knit clientele and the prize was enough to make any boy work twenty times as hard to gain the lucrative prize. The Director was jealous already. Any boy would be lucky to have a bimbo slave girl like Tori to serve them in any way they possibly desired.

Dani placed the side of her head on the Director’s lap as he stroked her platinum hair in reflection. He couldn’t quite explain why he had worked so hard to ensure that she was a permanent member of the Academy. As far as looks were concerned she was pretty much like any other girl they had bimbofied. It was her spirit that made her stand out. Dani was adorable and she followed every command so elegantly. It was the smallest of things. A little wiggle of her tail, the widening of her eyes in dumb curiosity, the soft moans and groans between yaps. She even turned him on when she slept, wriggling in her basket at the end of his bed like she was sleep crawling. He would never know what was going on in Dani’s head now. It could be that Dani’s suppressed mind had accepted her new found fate and was complying or maybe she was putting up such overwhelmingly fierce resistance that her conditioning was fighting harder and bringing out the best in her. Whatever it was Dani was becoming a favourite with board members and boys alike.

After a quick glance in the mirror at Tori who gurgled in frustration as her plump lips missed the nozzle of the swinging bottle by inches he looked back down at Dani. She was staring out of the window. It was difficult to tell if she registered the tennis, whether despite all the mental changes she still recognised her former passion or if she was simply staring at the guys. Either way it didn’t matter. She would never play the game again.

He couldn’t wait any longer. The Director pushed her off his lap so he could undo his trousers before he tugged back on the leash towards his erect cock. Her eyes were ripped from the window and after some eager licks and a suckle on his balls she plunged his member down her throat. The dumb girl tried to yap as she choked on his cock. The Director gave a deep sigh and slid into his chair to the sounds of Dani’s wet clacking as she got into a rhythm and the jingle of Tori’s jester bells. Life couldn’t get any better than this.

It was truly to be Dani’s final serve.

DANI'S FINAL SERVE PART 3 OF 4 by BPAP

“...And how do your new boobs make you feel”

“They make me feel like sooo happy! I love to jiggle them and squish them together. Guys love it when they’re pushed together. It makes them want to squeeze them too and then my nippies get all hard!”

Dani giggled as she listened to the panel in her room. They had started to play recordings of Tori when she had been at the surgery. This was one of her favourites. It was the final discharge interview on the day Tori was leaving to come back to the Academy. Dani liked to imagine it was her speaking to the doctor and when she did it made her wiggle her fingers down to her wet pussy and have some play time.

At first when the director had told her he would pay for the surgery she had felt sad. He had told her what it was she was feeling since she couldn’t figure out what feelings meant anymore. He said it was jealousy. She hadn’t understood what that meant but he patiently told her that she had felt bad for so long because she wanted boobs like Tori but was afraid that Tori would get upset. Whatever the reason Dani had felt tons better when she left the office and rushed to Tori’s room to tell her the good news. The ear pitched screech had been so loud that some of their girlfriends down the hall heard and rushed into the room too. That screech could be heard throughout most of the accommodation building.

Whatever this jealousy thing was Dani was sure that Tori wasn’t feeling it. Every time she thought about it Tori would fling herself into a tight hug with Dani and squeal in delight which would make Dani feel happy too since the feeling of Tori’s big funbags pressed against her reminded her of how amazing her own new tits would soon feel. The announcement felt like it was bringing the two besties closer together again in more ways than one.

Dani had been told that she had a lot of work to do before they could book her in for surgery. She was squeezed into a much tighter rib crushing corset which she was told had some back support features fitted into it in preparation for the additional weight. She had to wear it twenty four hours a day and couldn’t even remove it at bedtime. Though the new corset reduced her to short rasping breaths for a few days she didn’t even think to take it off such was her determination for the new bolt ons.

Her training regime had been ramped up too. She spent as much time in the gym as she had at tennis training sessions. Dani had to practice strutting on a running machine in tall heels to perfect her balance and performed lots of back exercises involving bending down and stretching. She also had to train on a step machine. Although the purpose of this was to help her back support she also approved of how much it was shaping her rounded ass.

The increased training meant she was constantly dehydrated and thirsty. She was frequently reminded to drink double doses of the energy drink which she wasn’t going to complain about. All her energy drinks now had taller nozzles with much more sucking work required. Also the concentration seemed a lot stronger which made them tastier. Dani didn’t seem to realise that the drinks never fully quenched her thirst and she always felt the need to just have one extra suck.

As Dani’s new regime progressed no one could have predicted the trouble that was on the way.

* * *

When Tony landed in Miami airport the full magnitude of what he was doing suddenly hit him.

It was curiosity that had led Dani’s ex coach to take the trip. Ever since Danielle had left he had wondered what had become of her. A number of possible theories had played in his mind, the most extreme leaning towards murder or training her to become an unsmiling BM-BO agent. The most likely explanation for him though was that the Academy was just that, a place where they were going to train Danielle to be a world class tennis player in order for the company to make money off her talents.

The longer he thought about this the longer he wondered what the Academy was like. He had seen the training materials and portfolios. Sure it could all have been an elaborate front (hell BM-BO probably had the money) but then again they had no reason to abandon Danielle’s tennis to force her to pursue a new career. That was when his mind had turned to a visit. He figured what was the worst that could happen. In the back of his mind he knew that his extreme thoughts about Danielle’s fate were just that, wild thoughts but he had to see it with his own eyes.

Tony jumped in a taxi and gave the driver the address. Once he arrived Tony entered what looked to be an administration building and approached the reception desk. When he announced who he was and that he had come to visit Danielle the girl behind the desk rang it through. The person on the other end of the line didn’t seem prepared to meet him so the girl rang another member of staff. In the end Tony stood at the desk for a good thirty minutes as the girl rang person after person. Eventually a young guy came over and introduced himself. His name was Troy.

Troy gave Tony a tour of the Academy but seemed to be very selective on which areas they went to. Troy had announced from the start that Danielle was in a very intense training session for her next big tournament so they couldn’t disturb her or her fellow female participants. Instead they went to the outdoor courts and watched some of the guys in training. Troy also gave him a tour of the boy’s gym and accommodation areas. By the end of the tour Troy said that he wouldn’t be able to see Danielle for at least a week and that there weren’t enough facilities on site to house him. Tony managed to book a room in a hotel close to the Academy and made it clear he was prepared to wait. The suspicious activity made him more determined than ever to see her.

Over the next week Tony visited the Academy every day. Each time he was met by Troy who seemed less and less eager to see him as the week went on. They spent the time waiting on further tours of the vast Academy but still had to avoid the female areas as they prepared for their tournament. Sometimes Troy and Tony would have a game of tennis themselves and Tony was amazed when he thrashed Troy each time. He had expected a coach at the Academy to be a professional player and to be able to beat him.

A week passed and still he was denied the opportunity to see Danielle. Every day he asked Troy who came up with excuse after excuse. He was on his phone much more often than usual and each time he took a call he made sure he was well out of earshot of Tony. He didn’t need to hear the conversations though. He could tell from the way Troy looked over as he spoke that the conversations were about him.

Finally after almost two weeks Troy announced that they could see Danielle. He led Tony to a room on the second floor of the admin building. On the way Troy offered him an energy drink which Tony took gratefully. It came in an indistinguishable blue bottle. The contents inside were very strong and though he found it pretty disgusting he had barely had a drink all day so managed to take a few grateful swigs.

The room they entered was sparse, containing an empty desk and leather chair. He was relieved when Troy offered him the seat. As they walked down the passage to the room a sudden spell of dizziness had hit him. As he sank into the leather he became light headed and his vision was blurry. Tony barely noticed Troy leave the room.

Tony woke with a start. He felt awful, his body coated in a cold sweat. He still felt dazed and his head swam in semi-consciousness. He figured he had passed out for a few minutes. Then he saw the sight in front of him.

At first he thought that she was an illusion due to his fever. The girl’s most prominent features were definitely her large rounded tits. They were easily E cups, jutting abnormally from her lithe athletic frame. She had the perfect hourglass body, her tiny waist caught between the impressive rack and wide seductive hips. She was dressed as a schoolgirl, a red and white pleated skirt tickling her upper thighs and a flimsy short sleeved blouse trying desperately to contain her boobs.

“Wakey,wakey” she squealed in the giggliest helium pitched voice he had ever heard.

She wiggled towards him in her eight inch black stilettos. Her legs were encased in white tights with red bows at the knees. It was as she leaned in that the realisation sunk in. Her face, though modified was unmistakable.

“Da, Danielle”, he gasped.

Her long blonde hair had been tied into pigtails with red ribbons. The tom boy that he had once known was wearing heavy black eyeliner that made her bright eyes look heavy and half lidded. Her cheeks were rosy red with blusher and her juicy plump lips were coated in glossy cherry red lipstick.

“No silly I’m Dani”, she replied.

Tony definitely knew she wasn’t a figment of his imagination when she sank down onto his lap. He felt the heat from her juicy bubble butt and the soft weight as she rubbed up against his crotch. He was in so much shock and so dazed that he sat back and allowed it to happen. He had never expected this. A pigtail brushed against his face as she leaned in and breathed heavily down his ear. He gave a soft groan as she bit softly on his earlobe, another musical giggle echoing around the room.

One of Dani’s hands snaked down to the zipper of his pants. Instinctively he tried to stop her, pressing his clammy palm against her chest, but instead she guided his hand to one of her pert nipples and moaned as she pinched his thumb and forefinger against it. Her other hand successfully tugged out his rock hard cock. She began to message it softly. Tony tried to mumble out some protests so she kissed him deeply, wrapping up his tongue and squishing her big wet lips into his. Tony couldn’t help himself. On the one hand he was ashamed at how soon he was about to cum but on the other he didn’t want to come at all. Either way the interruption stopped his orgasm abruptly.

“Sir!”

Dani gave a startled yelp and let go of his cock. Tony felt her arse slide sidewards as she turned towards the door. Tony’s face went as red as Dani’s lipstick as Troy stood gawping at them. There were two other men with him. The one who had balked was to his left. Tony’s stomach lurched as he realised the other was dressed in the familiar black suit of a BM-BO agent.

“Dani, get away from that man”, he said again.

Without any hesitation she slid away from Tony and tottered over to the man. She took his hand and stood beside him.

“Tony, what were you thinking?” Troy asked, his head shaking in disbelief.

“Sir, I think you better come with me”, the agent said in a predictable dull monotone voice.

Everything happened so quickly after that, almost as if it had been pre-planned. It felt like a repeat of his early days. No matter how much he protested his innocence the BM-BO agent wasn’t prepared to believe him. He had molested another girl no matter how she was dressed and the compromising position the staff had found him in. The agent had arranged a flight for him and he was to leave immediately otherwise they would add this event to his other historic charges and release the story only this time they wouldn’t help him.

Tony quickly realised he was powerless against them. He had considered taking the fight to them. They had turned a sweet young girl into a sex crazed slut and he was sure they had done it against her will. The agent seemed to read his mind though and ‘convinced’ him otherwise. He had no proof that the changes had been forced on her and if he so much as breathed a word of her fate to anyone back in England then they would bring his coaching career and possibly his life to a swift end.

Tony was bundled into a taxi straight to the airport and was on the earliest flight before he knew it. As he jetted back home he had plenty of time to think about his guilt for agreeing to send Danielle to the Academy and now leaving her in the hands of an insane global company.

He also started to piece together the cover up lies he would tell about Danielle when he got back home.

* * *

A couple of days after her stunt with Tony Dani found herself back at the clinic for a routine check up. She was in the room where she had spent the majority of her recovery time after the surgery. Lying on the bed she stared up in awe at the panel which had been conditioning her for the last few weeks. It’s fair to say that the device had given Dani a new perspective on everything which had of course been its intention.

The Director had been impressed with Dani’s dedication to the surgery he had promised. By the time he booked her in for the surgery she was strutting on the running machine like a runway model. The corset had done an excellent job of adjusting her posture and she had adapted sufficiently to the breathing restrictions.

The clinic was housed in a non-descript tinted glass building on the coast. The limousine had followed the road down to an underground car park designed to provide discreteness to its patients but more importantly to its paying clients. The Director, with an arm around Dani’s newly slinky waist, had led her into the building and up a glass panelled lift to the doctor’s surgery.

The surgeon had evidently been delighted to gets his hands on her. He had spoken to the Director as if Dani wasn’t there. It was clear that he saw the girls that entered his surgery as products, as objects to be moulded and shaped to bimbo perfection. If Dani had wanted to listen in to the men’s conversations about herself all thoughts of doing so had been dashed from her mind when a big flask of energy drink had been thrust into her hands for her to suck on greedily. Instead she had looked around the room idly drinking as the men walked around her, touching and squeezing a piece of her flesh every so often as they discussed her modifications and allowing her to emit a satisfied squeal at the attention. Dani had been even more giggly when the surgeon produced a black marker and started to draw across her, demonstrating the proposed alterations for the Director to observe.

When the Director made to leave Dani became emotional, complaining that she missed Tori and was homesick, not for her native England but for the Academy, a place she now called home. She had settled down when the Director promised to visit her frequently and reluctantly she had allowed the nurse to take her to her room. That was when the mental adjustments had begun.

The rooms in the clinic were specially designed to subdue all the senses. Studies had shown that this method was the best way for mental conditioning to take hold faster and stay planted in the mind for longer, eventually forming permanent thought patterns and eliminating any last traces of resistance and negativity. So as Dani lay down on the bed the smell of male testosterone was pumped into the room and two tennis balls were placed into each of her hands to rub and squeeze like stress balls. She barely felt the straps attaching her to the bed and felt too dreamy to resist, concentrating more on finishing the drink that had been placed against her lips, drip feeding the contents onto her lips and allowing it to dribble down her throat. Once she was snuggled into the bed the panel attached to the ceiling hummed into life. The screen showed different things. Sometimes it showed CCTV of her recent movements at the Academy, other times the familiar swirling patterns in soothing colours and then it started to show her reels of porn. Sometimes she had felt strange when the porn came on but the strap across her neck prevented her from looking away and one of the first things the mental conditioning had told her was to avoid shutting her eyes. When the words came Dani was surprised and thrilled to hear Tori’s voice speaking them. She told Dani to relax and let the changes take hold, to stop thinking and allow the superior men to take control of her. Tori told Dani what her new role as a bimbo entailed , what was expected of her and how to please men. The words washed over her, wave after wave and echoed in her mind as she slipped in and out of sleep.

When the physical changes began she was so deep in her mind control sessions that she barely had the chance to acknowledge them. When the male hormones stopped flooding the room to be replaced by sleeping gas she would drift away to surgery and wake again to a new sensation. First her lips got plumper, then her chest heavier and after that her butt seemed to bulge unnaturally beneath her but Tori was keeping her occupied, telling her how to dress teasingly, how to suck cock effectively and how to serve in a way that pleased men the most.

When she had neared the end of her visit at the clinic Dani was gradually weaned away from the panel. If this had not been allowed to happen, she could have suffered brain damage due to the length of exposure and the abruptness of attempting to thrust her back into reality faster than she could cope with. It was during these times that she had been allowed to witness the changes that had been made to her and adjust to them. Dani was helped through this with regular appointments with the surgeon. Dani liked how the surgeon was always admiring his handiwork, rubbing and squeezing her new big boobs and butt and testing her swollen lips with his cock. Tori’s advice was constantly swirling through her mind as she tried to please him, encouraging his touch and nursing his cock as demonstrated to her by the girls in the porn movies.

By the time she left the clinic it was clear that Dani’s treatment had been a resounding success. If she housed any last remnants of resistance and doubt in her mind then it had been severely crushed. All that remained was a vacant airhead with a cartoonish appearance.

DANI'S FINAL SERVE PART 2 OF 4 by BPAP

Back at the Academy Danielle threw herself onto the bed in her room and burst into tears in the pillows. She felt humiliated, frustrated and upset all at once. At midnight she jumped as the LED panels all burst into life. She was surprised at the messages they all collectively told her.

‘Dani should not feel upset. Dani shouldn’t care about tennis. Dani should think about how stunning she looks. Dani should be grateful for the makeover. The Academy is here to help Dani. Dani...’

Danielle raised her face from the pillows and wiped her eyes with the back of her hand which became smeared with black mascara. She was still dressed in the tennis outfit. She slid from the bed and over to the mirror sulkily as the LED panel continued. She had always assumed the panels came on at the start and end of the day only. She wondered how long they had been coming on at midnight and talking about her as she slept.

‘Dani is beautiful. Dani’s hair is stylish and bouncy. Dani’s skin is radiant and youthful. Dani’s smile is warm and appealing’.

She couldn’t help grinning at the last statement as she hiccoughed the last of the tears away. Her smile was pretty warm and appealing. She hugged her body.

‘Dani should get a drink. Dani’s drinks take away all of her homesickness and pain. Dani drink. Dani drink. Dani drink’.

She scuttled over to the fridge as the chant continued over and over and took out an ice cold energy drink bottle. She sighed as she gulped back her favourite drink, sucking on the nozzle greedily.

‘Dani lullaby’.

Danielle instantly dropped the water bottle which fell to the carpet with a soft thud. She sat on the bed and wiggled into a lying position as if she had reacted to the statement that way a thousand times. She lay apparently paralysed and stared at the screen nearest to her intently as if waiting for the next command. She was starting to feel scared when the screen suddenly burst into life. Spirals of bright colours danced on the screen. Danielle stared fixated and felt a warm comforting rush slowly climb up her body from her toes and up towards her head. When the glow reached her pussy she gave a soft moan and instinctively ran her fingers over her nether regions. When her body tingled she ran her hands over it as if exploring her own skin for the first time. She paused over her nipples, basking in how bolt and alert they felt on her lithe athletic body. The glow rested for a moment on her mouth and she ran a finger across her lips, pushing two of her fingers into her mouth. For one confused second she

expected to taste the energy drink before she removed them. There was a hissing sound when her button noise tickled and the room seemed to burst with the smell of fresh tennis balls, plastic racquets and the faint odour of sweat. It was the combination of all her favourite smells when on court reminding her of amazing victories and achievements. Moments later her eyelids felt heavy. She tried to keep them open, reluctant to stop staring at the spirals, but eventually she could fight no longer and closed them.

By the time her scalp was tingling she had drifted off to sleep and the LED screen went blank though it continued to reinforce its mantra messages throughout the night.

* * *

The next morning she knew something had changed. She knew she was Dani. She had had a dream where she was lay on the bed. Her opponent from the previous evening was standing over her whispering her name as she drifted off to sleep. A projection of pretty spirals danced over the girl. It had almost felt real.

When Dani glanced down and saw the tennis outfit the events of the previous evening flooded back to her. She felt tears bubbling up in her eyes again. It had been so embarrassing and would be a major setback in her tennis career. Her reputation might be impossible to salvage.

Dani heard the door to her room open and a collection of footsteps. Tori and a couple of the others girls who trained at the academy burst into the room.

“Oh honey, we heard what happened last night”. Tori cooed.

“Don’t worry it’s all over now”, one of the other girls said.

“You’re safe here with us”, said the other.

They flocked around the bed and embraced Dani who had tears rolling down her cheeks. Normally she would have hated this kind of intrusion. She normally dealt with problems by shutting herself away from everyone and reflecting on the problem in her mind but that morning she was grateful for the company. She didn’t even seem to mind that the girls were dressed in tight revealing outfits and were dolled up with make-up. In fact when Dani eyed Tori’s nails as she hugged her her first thought was how she could get her own nails to look like them.

The usual daily training session was cancelled that morning. Instead the girls all brought over their favourite make-up and accessories and shared them with Dani. They redid her make-up and taught her some tips on the best way to do her own since she revealed that she always wore minimal make-up and had no idea how they did theirs. Dani was surprised at how little she cared about missing the training session and how much she enjoyed sharing girly gossip and painting her toes.

The next day Dani admitted to the girls that she was starting to feel antsy from the lack of training so they all decided to go and train at the gym together. Dani enjoyed the workout, almost as much as she enjoyed a tennis training session, especially when they shared a round of energy drinks together. Afterwards they spent more time applying make-up and dressing up in the F.L.I.R.T tennis gear in their wardrobes. Dani momentarily forgot what the F.L.I.R.T. logo stood for.

It was a further day before Danni was summoned. She was hanging out in Tori’s room when Troy entered. Over the last few days the two in particular had been practically joined at the hip. From the moment they woke up till the moment they went to their separate rooms in the evening Dani and Tori were inseparable.

“Hiya Troy”, Tori squealed, hopping towards him and embracing him in a tight hug. Dani watched curiously.

“Long time no see Dani” he said, ignoring Tori and looking straight towards her.

As she stood up and faced him Dani watched as Troy drank in her new and improved look, his eyes tracing every contour of her sexy body. She didn’t notice that he had called her Dani. Everyone had since the makeover and she was used to it by now.

“The director wants to see you”.

Troy’s slack jaw was practically drooling as he offered out his hand. Without any hesitation she shuffled toward him in her tall heels and took it. He could feel her hand shaking in his.

They made the journey hand in hand to the director’s office in silence. Troy had nothing to say to her and focused his energy on gawping at her new look. She was growing her blonde hair which was beginning to sweep past her shoulders and had applied natural coloured gloss to her thin lips. She was wearing a canary yellow spandex dress which hugged her body tightly. The outline of a corset was etched faintly through the material. Her nails had been painted a similar colour and her heels were also yellow. Nothing about the outfit hinted that she was a tennis player in training.

Judging by the directors’ bulging eyes he was equally impressed with the makeover. She knew she should have been mad with him after what had happened. Why hadn’t he told her about the tennis match sooner? Why hadn’t he given her time to prepare? Why had he chosen that day for the makeover? All the questions ran through her head but she couldn’t seem to attach any kind of emotion to them. She wasn’t angry or upset or frustrated. She just watched him wondering what his opinion was of the dress and heels or whether he had noticed she was wearing the corset.

“We need to discuss what happened the other day”, the director eventually said. Troy stayed in the room, sidling over to the window to watch the guys in training in the indoor sports facility.

Dani could feel her legs shaking. She had a feeling of what was coming and she didn’t want to face the prospect. The pause was too much and despite how much her mascara would run she couldn’t stop herself from bursting into tears.

“You’re going to kick me out aren’t you”, she wailed like a toddler. “I embarrassed the academy and didn’t play well and let everyone down.”

Dani seemed to have conveniently forgotten that it was the director’s decisions which had allowed her to lose in such a dramatic fashion. Through her blurry eyes she watched as he leaned back in his chair with a heavy sigh.

“Do you want to stay?” He asked.

“Of course”, she hiccoughed clutching her chest as she struggled to breathe. “I love it here. I love Tori and the academy and...and energy drinks”.

Troy and the director chucked at that which confused Dani. It was mean of them to laugh at her when she faced expulsion from the academy.

“Well we would have to start from square one with the tennis there’s no doubt about that”, the director mused. Troy nodded in agreement.

The words tumbled from Dani before she could stop them. A part of her mind was screaming but she ignored it such was her eagerness.

“I don’t care about the tennis as long as I can stay here doing something”.

The director studied her face carefully. The words escaping her lips had clearly taken her aback. It was understandable. She had spent most of her life focused on the sport and to make the decision to discard all that in a matter of minutes was enough to taken anyone by surprise, even a ditz like Dani. In response the director spread out his arms and gave her a warm smile.

“There’s always a place for girls like you in our academy Dani”, he said softly. “Of course you can stay but you have some work to do young lady. You have to prove to us that you’re serious about staying and that will mean strict workouts and a backstep from tennis for a while. We’ll get you started in your new role as soon as”.

The ear splitting wail of joy that burst from Dani reminded them of a reaction that Tori would make. She leapt over the director’s desk and hugged him tightly.

“Thank you, thank you , thank you”, she screeched clutching his neck tightly. “I won’t let you down I promise”.

When she rushed over to Troy to hug him too she didn’t seem to notice him squeeze her butt through the yellow dress or the director’s bulging hard on.

* * *

Dani clutched Tori’s hand as they knelt down together. They watched the game intently waiting for the first sign of a mistake which would trigger them into action. The ball hit the net and bounced away from them but Tori was up like a shot. She minced as fast as she could towards it, as much as her tight white skirt and six inch heels would allow. She scooped up the ball in her moisturised hands with the bold white nail varnish and positioned herself at the opposite end of the net to Dani.

As one of their girlfriends bounced a couple of balls to the guy playing to select the one he would use for his next serve Dani watched as Tori adjusted her white training bra and shoved the tennis ball between her cleavage. Before the game Tori had announced some good news. She had had a long meeting with Troy and the director and had finally persuaded them to pay for a boob job. The girls had all been delighted for her. Dani had joined in the celebrations with her bestie of course but she couldn’t help shake the negative feelings from her usual cheerful bubbly mind.

Dani couldn’t quite understand what it was she was feeling which wasn’t uncommon. She was often confused since she had joined the other girls in her new role as ballgirl for the boys training sessions. The girls had been doing it for much longer than her but that wasn’t the reason why she wasn’t happy for Tori.

Dani was so deep in thought that she took her eye off the ball and the game. She didn’t see it whirl towards her, the result of a miss hit from one of the guys and bounce up, knocking the white baseball cap off her head in the process before she had time to react. The boys laughed at her as she scrambled on her hands and knees to retrieve it.

Dani’s mood had worsened a few days later when she waved Tori off on the day of her surgery. She was going to be gone for a couple of weeks whilst she had the surgery and recovered. They had hugged each other tightly, biting their lips softly to ensure they didn’t cry and mess up their make-up. It felt like they were going to be apart forever. Dani pressed her face to the glass in the gym as she watched Tori climb into the limo with the director. She was so upset that she left mid way through her training session and moped in her room with an energy drink. Something deep inside her felt wrong. She was more confused than ever.

Normally the weekly sessions at the beauty salon would make her feel all giggly and excited but even these couldn’t lift the dark cloud that seemed to hang over her. Troy had started taking her whilst the director dealt with Tori. She had enjoyed it when he ran his hand up her thigh but Troy was beginning to realise that something was wrong. Her smile was obviously false and she seemed deflated. At first he thought it was because she was missing Tori but he suspected something more. When he told the director he was told to monitor her.

When Tori eventually returned Dani noticed the changes. Of course she couldn’t miss the huge DD breasts which looked sexily unnatural on the asian girl’s petite frame but it was more than that. All the girls seemed to flock to her as if she was a celebrity. When she returned with the others to her ballgirl duties the guys couldn’t take their eyes off her. Whenever she went to get the ball they would have a generous squeeze of her new pert pair and she quite rightly drank in their affection. After the training session one of the guys took her hand and she followed him into the changing room. It was as Dani watched her bestie being led away from her that the call came through.

“Dani, come up”, came the director’s crackled voice from the gym’s loudspeaker.

Dani looked up and saw the director looking down at her from his office. Then Troy sidled up to her and guided her by the waist to the lift.

“How’s my newest ballgirl getting on?” He chirped when she stood opposite his desk.

Dani simply gave one of her false smiles in reply. Troy, who was stood behind her couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow at the director’s lack of concern. They had put so much work into changing her and yet Dani seemed to be slipping backwards. If they weren’t careful all the mind programming and transformation they had been doing would all go to waste. Little did Troy know the director had expected this from Dani and had in fact been carefully building up to this moment in his office. Dani had been altered so much that he could predict her every response and reaction.

“How about Tori”, he continued, seemingly unfazed by her silent response. “What a rack”.

“Mmm, she looks pretty”, Dani smiled quietly.

“All that attention she gets. All those looks. I know that you know Dani. I saw you as you watched that young man take Tori away. You’re a smart observant girl and her best friend so you must have seen the looks more than anyone. You know the ones I mean. Those double takes that men do. The crafty sidewards glances. The way their eyes bulge”.

Dani was beginning to look uncomfortable as he rattled on. She was wringing her hands and biting her lip. Her eyes darted to the floor sheepishly. When the director stopped talking she looked up at him and could see that he wanted her to respond. She didn’t know what to say but the tension and pressure forced her to blurt out something.

“I-I...just don’t know...I’m confused”.

He could see that every fibre of her being was holding back the tears. She had to say it. The director knew. All the conditioning in her room had played to her subconscious mind for the last two weeks. He knew it was in that airheaded brain of hers somewhere. It was a test of all the work they had put into her so far. It was a decision she had to feel that she was making herself for them to begin the next phase of her development successfully.

“I know”, the director leaned forwards and said softly. “Ever since your bestie left you’ve felt an emptiness. A need. I’m right aren’t I?”

Dani was looking him deep in the eyes now as if he was hypnotising her. She nodded like a robot. Her mouth opened slightly. The director wanted to laugh at the dumb expression on her face but forced himself to keep a straight face.

“Tell me”.

A tear slid down her doll like face, leaving a stained trail on her powdered face.

“I...I... I love her. But I feel bad. I feel bad for how I feel. For what I want”.

“You don’t have to. Nothing about what you’re thinking or feeling is bad or wrong right now. In fact it’s very right. Tell me Dani. Tell me what you want”.

Out of the corner of his eye the director could see Troy watching in confused fascination as the scene played out in front of him, how Dani clutched her skimpy white tennis skirt and looked at the director with her big, green puppy dog eyes, a slight pout on her glossy lips. It came out as whisper but they both heard it.

“I want big titties too”.