Gaijin Girls Get Bred

Chapter 1: Reunite

Mercedes's M-cup tits almost popped out from her strapless dress as she waved to her friend across the crowd of people. Standing outside the pricey hotel that her Daddy paid for, the plus-sized Latina foreigner in a pink dress couldn't have looked more out of place surrounded by the usual crowd of suited Japanese salarymen. These otherwise respectable businessmen couldn't help but gawk at Mercedes' massive tits jiggling in her skin-tight, low-cut dress, while she waved energetically to her best friend, Emily.

Mercedes Fitzgerald was your typical bimbo. Half white, half Mexican, her strawberry blonde hair ran only a few shades darker than her golden tanned skin. Her appearance, to the Japanese, would get her labeled a "Gyaru," though she was never aware of the fashion trend herself. Like any bimbo, her curvaceous body came included with all the basics, big butt, big boobs, soft plump lips, with a soft bubbly personality to match. But unlike most bimbo Barbie Dolls, her curves were 100% all natural.

Emily shifted her way through the crowd of people, as she anxiously stuffed her balled-up uniform, a green polo shirt into her purse. Wearing just her white tank top, black bra visible underneath, sneakers, and a pair of black skinny jeans that hugged all of her curves. It showed off a bit of skin, but this was undoubtedly not the sexiest outfit she had in her wardrobe. Emily was far from flat, but her figure wasn't nearly as dynamic as her fertility goddess friend.

"Emmy, darling, what happened to that dress I bought you?" Mercedes pouted.

"I'm so sorry, Mercedes," Emily said sheepishly, "They made me stay late at work again today. I barely had time to even-"

"Again?" Mercedes frowned, "They made my Emmy work late, again? How dare they? Your time is valuable! Don't they know you're a girl with a college degree?"

"That I gotta pay off somehow," Emily said with a sigh. Her glasses slipped down the bridge of her nose as she exhaled. She reached her slender fingers with long white nails up to fix her glasses, brushing her long brown hair out of her face. Emily Wayne was a natural beauty, though she did her best to hide it. Her rounded glasses nicely complimented her round face. Green eyes and freckles rested above her pink lips that had only ever been kissed by one man.

Emily spent the entirety of her college years completely celibate, saving herself for marriage to whom she believed was her religious fiance. Imagine the heartbreak she experienced when she found the supposed man of god in bed with another man. The few kisses they shared, every date, the ring, all a lie. She only served as a decoy to ward off the scorn of his prejudiced family. She was originally reluctant to take the trip overseas, but after the betrayal she witnessed, she couldn't wait to get as far away as possible.

The perfect cure for such loneliness was the company of her friend, Mercedes. Unlike her, Mercedes only had surface level knowledge of Japanese culture, but she did date 2 or 3 Japanese guys in the past. She was the polar opposite of Emily personality-wise: loud, proud, and unapologetically feminine. Mercedes would be considered fat in Japan, but she could still get any guy she wanted easily. Emily, with her ghost pale skin and slender body, was far more suited to Japanese beauty standards, but too shy to even talk to a guy.

"Hey, don't worry, sweetie," Mercedes reached into her purse, "Luckily for you, I brought all the makeup we'd need so we can fix you up in the car. If we still have time after the limo comes, maybe we can stop to go buy you-"

Emily started to zone out, as her eyes tracked a handsome passerby. Short-haired, wearing glasses, and a suit and tie, he didn't look at all out of place, regarding just his choice of attire. But even the stiff three piece suit could do little to hide his tall, lean muscular physique. He was just the right type for her. Older, but not enough to be her dad. A chiseled brow and jawline, and stoic demeanor that made him look focused, but not angry. He spoke over the phone, succinctly, in a voice so deep, it practically shook the earth.

"はい。そうです。かしこまりました。"

Noticing her friend's dispelled attention, "Maybe you should ask him to give you a call instead," Mercedes teased.

Emily's eyes sprung wide in shock. "Shush! Mercedes..." Emily begged, pressing her fingers up to her friend's mouth.

"You're going to ruin my makeup!" Mercedes giggled uncontrollably, as she tried to slip away from Emily's grasp. You think he speaks English?" Mercedes said with the biggest grin spreading across her face.

"I'm serious," Emily whispered, wanting to shout.

The phone beeped as the suited man hung up the call, a black luxury car, pulled up in front of him. He entered the passenger seat, and it took him away.

Mercedes, her lips finally freed from Emily's hands, "There he goes. Not bad, not exactly my type though. You missed your chance."

"What? You're saying I should've interrupted his phone call?" Emily pouted, "Besides, you know I don't have the confidence to ask a guy like that out..."

"Aww sweetie..." Mercedes rested her friend's head on her shoulder, stroking her hair, "Don't worry, cutiepie, where we're going, the guys have to look like that to even get in."

Emily lifted her face slightly, "Yeah, speaking of which..."

The black limousine they were waiting for finally pulled up to the curb.

The door opened. Atop silver heels stepped two long, chocolate-colored, amazonian legs. Keeshana flicked back her wavy, freshly-permed hair from out of her face. The three girls greeted each other, squealing like they were still in high school, celebrating their reuniting with a group hug. The human skyscraper Keeshana had to squat a bit to be level with the other two.

"Oh my god! How are you, lovelies! It's been too long," Keeshana said giddily.

"We're good, but," Mercedes gazed down, "Why didn't you tell us, Girl!"

"Heehee," Keeshana snickered, placing both hands on her bloated abdomen, "I wanted it to be a surprise!"

"OMG! Congratulations though!" Mercedes reached up for another hug.

"Do you know the gender yet?" Emily questioned.

"Take a guess," Keeshana smirked and lifted her arms twirling around. Mercedes stared down at her outfit. A tiny blue miniskirt wrapped snugly around the bottom half of her bump, followed by the same colored top, with a matching colored jacket.

"Haha, OMG, that's so clever," Mercedes squealed in approval.

A sweaty, white-suited man stepped out behind her. "Ah, American friends, very beautiful," the man said as he wrapped his arm around Keeshana's waist. Turning her head, the two shared a deep, passionate kiss in front of her friends.

Resting her manicured, ringed hand on the hair peeking out of his unbuttoned shirt, "Ladies, I want you to meet my hubby!" She proclaimed proudly, "This is Ryuta! And I'm Mrs. Sawazaki!"

"Very nice to meet you girls!" The two shook his pudgy, rough-skinned hands.

Ryuta stood at least half a foot shorter than her, even without heels on. His tacky-patterned, orange, unbuttoned shirt, showed off his chest hair, adorned with gold jewelry, and his gut, rich with sweat from inside the limousine. Even though he shaved his head, by choice, it was clear he had male-pattern baldness. Ryuta wasn't the ugliest man the girls had ever seen, he looked like a dad already, but he was a far cry from the prince charming types that Mercedes had promised.

"We were just discussing names in the car," Keeshana said while tapping her fingernail against his chest. "I was thinking 'Akihiko' or maybe 'Ashaun' for our first one.

"'First one?' You're having more?" Mercedes asked.

"Uh, duh, yes, we're having more," Keeshana turned to her man, smiling, "With a stud like this around, this pussy stays knocked up!"

Mercedes busted out laughing, "OMG! That's so dirty!" Emily looked around shocked, making sure nobody heard her.

"We'll have to catch up more in the car," Emily interrupted, "Don't want to miss our reservation tonight."

"Girl, thank you. I swear, I almost forgot," Keeshana said, leading the girls back inside the limousine.

Chapter 2: Enter the Underworld

Entering the limo, Emily accidently crossed eyes with a strict-looking Asian woman in a tight red cheongsam, bright red lipstick to match, hair adorned with gold jewelry atop her bun. To her left, a younger, innocent looking Asian girl in a similar sleeveless white cheongsam, light brown hair done up like Chun-Li with flat bangs. She had a habit of rolling her lips and fluttering her eyelashes like a schoolgirl. Her more mature sister carried a perpetual blank expression.

As the limo pulled away, the girls laughed their heads off at the adventures they had while apart. They entered a tunnel, and the lights started to dim.

"OMG, Ryu, Babe, my girlfriends have got to try that one drink!," Keeshana told her husband.

Before Emily could agree, "Li-Min, pour these girls a glass!" Ryuta declared.

The younger of the two Asian girls nodded eagerly, and handed Mercedes the first glass she poured. Emily spoke Japanese fluently, but it was too dark for her to read the bottle. As Li-Min handed her the glass she wondered if it was too early to start drinking. Before she could say anything though, Mercedes shouted, "Cheers!" and they clinked their glasses together.

"Mmmmmm!" Mercedes squirmed with a mouth full of the mystery beverage, "That's sooooo good!" As Emily took her first sip, it was easily the best drink she had ever tasted. For once, Mercedes was not overreacting. The two each got two full wine glasses, but it wasn't long before they finished every last drop.

The inside of the limousine grew hazy, it was like the lights of the tunnel they had entered had a hypnotic effect, it finally hit her, "Shit. I drank too much already." The night hadn't even started and Mercedes was already an even bigger giggling mess than before.

"Fuuuuck... I'm not druuunk! Pour me another glass, Cutie!" Mercedes cackled, motioning to Li-Min with the sound of a clinking ice cube in her cup.

"We can drink more later. We just arrived," the red-dressed woman spoke up. The two Chinese girls had to help the two drunk stumbling foreigners out the car door. It was completely dark outside, they had to have been underground.

The club they entered was decked out like a feudal Japanese emperor's palace, a casino, and an amusement park all at once. The girls were so distracted with their drinks and chatter, they paid no absolutely no attention to their surroundings up until this point. Perhaps the tunnel they drove through led directly into the building. Groups of suited Japanese men cheered and clinked their glasses together. This wasn't unexpected, but caught Emily off guard were the girls.

Everywhere, all around them roamed beautiful, young females. Not just the servers were dressed like slutty maids and bunny girls, almost every man had at least one girl under his arm, some men even had two. Not just Asians, girls of practically every race were bearing their gorgeous feminine bodies

The group walked past a suited old man chatting to his friend. Beneath his arm, a blonde, blue-eyed white girl, caked up, in a hot pink micro-bikini. The bikini covered practically nothing, her cameltoed shaved mound nearly exposed, G string buried far inside her ass crack, hard nipples poking at the pink triangles that barely covered her tits. The creepy, grey-haired geezer kneaded her soft, natural F-cup knockers with one hand, while she ran her matching pink fingernails down his suited chest, and bit her painted red lips, staring at him longingly. Across from him, he spoke with his friend, a middle-aged, scrawny businessman, with a weak jawline and weaker facial hair. Under each arm rested an exotic African beauty, arms wrapped around his waist. Both girls wore sexy kimono-themed lingerie, loads of 10,000 bills tucked into their low-rise panties.

Another crowd of men cheered as a Brazilian Samba dancer stripped off her sparkling blue bra, tossing it to the hungry crowd. Twirling her own jewel-encrusted panties around her fingers, she performed her carnival dance for the crowd of horny men. This wasn't your typical burlesque striptease, no pasties or C-string to hide her most intimate parts. This girl had no clothes to speak of, in front of the cheering crowd of men, besides the jewelry and feathers of course.

This wasn't the only naked woman Emily would spot just the first. The deeper she was lead into the club, the less and less clothing each girl wore. Another African babe strode past the group, fully nude, not even shoes, her enormous ass cheeks quaking, titties bouncing with every step. Another plain-looking man could be seen paying a beautiful Arab girl, with hair waist length, to strip completely naked out of her red bikini. Under his arm, another employee, an East Asian girl donning the usual slutty maid outfit resided. But this time the bikini part of the costume had been fully removed, just wearing her uniform's apron, headwear, and collar, letting her tits and pussy air out. The topless, B-cup, long-haired Arab girl bent over, twisting her hips while she wriggled her way out of her red bikini thong, top still in hand. Her wet pink pussy glistened brightly even in the dim orange lighting. She handed the guest her moist bikini panties, along with her top, in exchange for a huge wad of cash. Excited, her long rock-hard nipples bounced on her B-cup tits, as she walked away, now completely nude, counting more money than Emily earned in a year. The guest had his naked Asian maid raise the red swimsuit to his nose with her hand. She giggled like a schoolgirl as he took an extremely enthusiastic sniff, before letting out a loud moan. She even smiled, saying yay, while clapping before tucking the bikini into his belt loop, right next to the black bikini he had already stolen from her. Emily couldn't help but stare at the man's enlarged member through his suit pants which failed to hide it. It was almost the length and width of her wrist.

As if all of this wasn't shocking enough for a virgin like her, the worst was yet to come. Every single one of the girls described so far was several months pregnant. In fact, at least half the girls in the entire building were visibly pregnant, not including the ones that hadn't started to show yet. At first she thought it might just be bloating, or being overweight like Mercedes, but several of the girls were far too skinny for that to be true. As far as she could tell, almost every girl in this whole building must have had her fertile pussy fucked full of cum, including her own best friend, Keeshana.

The shock of the sights around mixed with the effect of the drink kept the thought surpressed, "Oh fuck. This isn't what I signed up for." She thought about running, but she could hardly walk. Not that she even knew how to get out. The limousine had already long departed too. It was much easier to let the Chinese duo lead them to the front desk. Witnessing the shocking event around her, the drunken Mercedes hollered and cheered with them. All of these sights, and they hadn't even reached the back of the club yet.

At the reception they were greeted by a pink-dyed-haired girl of ambiguous East Asian origin. As Ryuta mentioned their reservation, all three of his companion's peeled off their dresses. Li-Min passed the two cheongsams and Keeshana's tube top, skirt, and jacket to the pink-haired maid. She bowed before taking them away for storage.

Now done talking, Ryuta lined up his three girls. Li-Min's older sister held her nearly nude body tightly from behind, hip-to-hip. She hugged Ryuta's torso while he wrapped his right arm around both girls. In his left, his black, amazonian bride, Keeshana, hand gripped tightly on her fat ass.

"What you think, Girls?" Ryuta spoke, "Red... White... Blue! Make you feel right at home, no?" Each wore a lacy translucent lingerie set matching her choice of attire.

Emily finally broke the silence, "Wha- Keeshana... Why are you guys?..."

"Oops, sorry girlfriends." Keeshana mentioned, Kind of an unspoken rule around here. Basically, the less clothes the better. You girls wanna see my new tats?" Keeshana twisted around, every part of body she had intentionally covered earlier was covered in tattoos Her arms, shoulders, back, she flexed a bit while showing them off. Even a tramp stamp, one right above her pussy on her womb, and a single kanji written on either ass cheek. Parts she normally showed of like her long muscular legs, midriff, and cleavage, noticeably lacked tattoos. "Ta-dah! What do you think, bitches?!"

"Have you gone insane?" Emily wanted to say, but was cut off by Mercedes before she could utter a word.

"OMG! Yaas, bitch! Slay, bitch! Slayyyy!" Mercedes cheered her on. As Emily turned to look at her in shock, she found a drunken Mercedes already squeezing out of her dress. "When in Rome *hiccup* Japan hahaha..." Mercedes's purplish-pink dress was so tight, it was already riding up on her just from walking all the way there. Her jumbo-sized, thong-wearing ass cheeks peeking out from under the fabric. She bent over and finally managed to squeeze out of the undersized dress, letting anyone fortunate enough to be passing behind her a full view of her rear-end, as wide as a flatscreen TV, and as thick as a CRT. She Now matched her hosts, wearing nothing but her strapless black and cream colored bra, one lighter than her own skin tone, her translucent lacy black thong panties, and her knee-high slutty white platform heel boots.

Emily shuttered, knowing what came next. Li-Min lifted her arms so Emily could let her white tank top peel right off. She could've tried fighting back, but didn't know if she had the strength to refuse. Her tighter black jeans were harder to slip out of. While shimmying her pants down, her panties accidentally slid off with them. Emily accidentally gave the cute Chinese girl a good look at her bare white ass. "No!" she squealed, desperately tugging her panties up.

Li-Min just smiled and giggled, "Cute butt!" before stripping her jeans the rest of the way off. Emily ended up having to remove her sneakers too just to get the tight pants off all the way. One of her green cotton socks slipped off by accident too, Li-Min didn't feel like replacing it. Emily Wayne now stood there embarrassed, almost naked, in her mismatched black bra and pink panties. The hipster panties didn't show off much cheek like everyone else's did. They were monochrome pink, decorated with stars and stripes like a flag. Definitely not her proudest pair, but it's not like she was planning on showing them to anyone tonight, unlike her friend, Mercedes. Now everyone in the entire building would be able to see her stumble around in just her underpants tonight, something even her fiance never saw.

Emily watched helplessly as her and Mercedes's clothes and purses were handed away to the pink-haired concierge. She had thoughts about calling the police, with her phone in her purse, that was no longer an option.

"Ohhh... So sweaty..." Ryuta groaned, as he removed coat and shirt. As Emily had started to suspect, he was branded with the same flower and wave-shaped tattoos as his lover.

"What do you think, girls? Matching tatts! Don't we look cute together?" Keeshana said as she wrapped arms around her beloved husband.

"Ocean home to many beautiful flower, like my darling Keeshana..." Keeshana squealed in delight as her husband planted many kisses across her neck, hugging her tightly.

"Li-Min, Li-Yao, can you show my friends to the back? Hubby and I were supposed to meet a few of his colleagues in a bit.

"What? You're just leaving us?" Emily began to panic.

"I knowwww but this just for a bit. It's really important, okay." Keeshana showed a look of genuine remorse. "It'll only take a few minutes. Plus, it'll give you plenty of time to get ready in the changing room and fix your makeup."