This story is a work of fiction, I don't condone this sort of thing being done to an unwilling participant. HOWEVER Bella is real and this story has been written for her. The dirty little slut loves it.
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Bella let out a sigh of relief as she approached the hotel reception. It had been a long, uncomfortable flight from London to Tokyo and she couldn't wait to get to her room for a hot shower. The young Japanese woman at the reception greeted her in passable english and handed her a key-card.
"Miss Bella, you know this special hotel? You sign please."
The woman passed her a surprisingly large stack of papers which she flicked through, not really reading at all and then signed her name at the bottom of each. She'd found an incredibly good deal on the internet for this room, less than a quarter the price of anywhere else in the city and she didn't want to cause a fuss over paperwork so she quickly signed each and every page.
"Thank you, thank you, domo arigato!" The woman said delightedly, showing her to the elevator while a young man grabbed her suitcase and scurried along ahead.
Bella had barely looked at the room as she arrived, the young man left her suitcase near the huge, comfortable looking bed and nodded, leaving and closing the door behind him. She swiftly stripped out of the dirty clothes she'd flown in, leaving them strewn on the bed and almost ran into the bathroom.
The room was large and luxurious, the shower was huge and when she turned on the tap she was pleased to see the strong pressure and instant steamy heat. She stepped into the water, groaning with pleasure as the warm water washed away all memory of her unpleasant flight. She soaped her curvy body, her large breasts and arse jiggling slightly as she took a long, hot shower.
She stepped out of she shower, her naked body dripping with water and her long brown hair plastered to her back, and looked about confusedly for a towel. There were none in the bathroom at all, not even a small hand towel. Cursing quietly to herself she wandered out into the room to find one.
Everything was gone.
Bella let out a squeal of dismay. No bed, no suitcase, no CLOTHES! Against one wall was a full length mirror and next to it was a coat rack with some kind of shiny, black latex bodysuit hanging from it. Instinctively she clutched a hand protectively over her crotch and an arm over her wet, dangling breasts. Someone had been in her room while she showered, what kind of mean prank was this?
She paced helplessly for a few minutes before stopping to examine the suit. Of course they expected her to put it on for some reason, and if she wanted to get back downstairs to find out what the hell was going on she had no choice. It looked uncomfortably figure-hugging and tight, and had high-heeled boots built into the legs.
Taking a deep breath Bella sat down on the floor and began pulling her legs into the tight latex. It felt unpleasant against her wet skin, almost sticking to her, but with some difficulty she slid her legs in, her feet fitting into the boots perfectly. Shakily she stood, the tight latex made it hard to bend her knees and the heels on the boots were a massive five inches, forcing her to wobble about on tiptoes.
It was as she squeezed the suit over her curvy arse and hips that she realised it must have been custom made to fit HER specifically. She grunted with dismay as she felt the latex pulled tight into her butt-crack and over her shaven pussy, then continued by squeezing her arms into the sleeves.
As she pulled the sleeves on she could see the suit included individual cups for each breast, which while providing some support would also display them lewdly once she was dressed. Gritting her teeth she squeezed her large tits into the suit, and all of a sudden the whole thing popped into place over her shoulders, encasing her body like a shiny, black, second skin.
She wondered angrily if she'd even be able to get out of this thing unaided as she struggled to pull up a long zip at the back. As the zip reached the back of her neck there was a strange 'click'. Gasping, Bella tried to pull the zip back down and discovered to her horror that it was now completely immovable, locking her into this uncomfortable and embarrassing suit.
It wasn't until twenty minutes later that she finally built up the courage to leave the room, she'd looked at herself in the mirror, shocked at how perverted her body looked squeezed into the tight latex, tottering about on the huge heels, her arse was transformed into a pair of shiny black beach balls, her tits on display, bouncing slightly, totally encased.
And this is how she looked as she stepped out into blinding light, a loud roar of a cheering and laughing audience. She moaned in humiliation as someone grabbed her shoulders and led her out onto a stage. Where had the hallway gone? She wondered stupidly as she took in her new environment.
There was a crowd or hundreds of grinning, laughing, cheering Japanese men. She was standing on a stage in front of a large pit filled with what looked like an obstacle course and various unusual devices. She looked back in a panic to see the door she'd come through vanish behind a huge screen that was projecting a close-up of her blushing face.
The man who lead her stepped back and began talking rapidly in Japanese into his microphone. He was dressed in a ridiculous, bright red suit and as he talked the audience laughed often. She couldn't understand a single word he said until suddenly...
"Introducing -- Bella!" immediately after he said her name a loud, humorous "MOOOO" played over the speakers, producing the biggest laugh from the crowd yet.
"Bella, you get 10 points, you go home. Until 10 points you stay all expenses pay in hotel!"
"What!?" shrieked Bella as she was shoved off the stage into the pit below. Stumbling on her high heels but managing to remain upright. In front of her was the obstacle course, starting with a series of walls with holes cut at different heights and sizes.
