No

Natsumi shook her head and turned away. It was time to stop looking for short-cuts. If the two of them really loved each other, they'd find a way to be together. Here, in Japan, or even somewhere else. They'd make it work because they needed each other. Besides, what greater magic was there than love?

Natsumi arrived home some time later and unlocked the door. She didn't expect Emma to be home from work yet so she was shocked to see her girlfriend standing in the kitchen putting things into boxes. "Uh Mistress...what are you doing?"

Emma turned around and bounded over to Natsumi, "Nat!" She squeezed her tightly and pecked her on the forehead, "I'm so happy. Come here, I want to show you something." She let go of Natsumi and walked over to the counter where she picked up a small white card. She passed it to Natsumi, "Here. My new business card came in."

Natsumi took the card and looked at it, "Emma Stiles...Technical Manager, oh you got a promotion?"

"Oh my God! Keep reading!" Emma begged.

Natsumi looked back at the card, "wait...no...Shinjuku City, Tokyo..."

Emma squealed, "They are opening a new office in Tokyo. They picked me to run it!"

Natsumi looked at her in shock, "This...this means..."

Emma looked so happy she was about to burst, "That means we're moving to Japan. Together! No more deportation deadline breathing down our necks. We can take our time. Find each other. Just enjoy life."

Natsumi felt an overwhelming feeling. All the weight she didn't know she'd been carrying just disappeared. Before she knew it, she was crying.

"Nat...what's wrong? I'm sorry, I should have told you this sooner but it seemed slim odds until this morning..."

Natsumi shook her head, "No. That's not why I'm crying. I'm happy. I'm so happy."

They didn't get any more packing done that night. Or the next morning. Or that afternoon. They did burn out the batteries on all of their vibrators and ruin their sheets, but that was definitely worth it.

Eventually though they did pack. Emma's company was providing a fully furnished apartment and a rather significant raise so they didn't actually need to take a lot with them. Mostly they sorted things to be donated, trashed or sold. In the end they decided it wasn't worth it to ship anything that couldn't fit in their suitcases and planned a big shopping spree once they landed.

Just two days after Emma's announcement they touched down in Tokyo. Natsumi was stunned by just how busy everything was, but Emma wasn't phased at all. She was glad she hadn't come here alone. Despite being the one that could actually speak and read Japanese, it was Emma who took the lead and got them to their new apartment. Natsumi was happy to defer to her and Emma was happy to take it.

Their new apartment was smaller than Emma's old one, but at the same time quite a bit nicer. They set their bags down inside and Natsumi turned to Emma, "So what next?"

Emma grinned, "What's next...Mistress...you know I think it's been far too long since we've played a game. I didn't want to mess with you while were were stressed about the move...but now..."

Natsumi gulped, "What did you have in mind..."

"Well I wouldn't want you to get recognized...we're going to live here after all. Have you ever heard of a Gyaru...?"

So that's how Natsumi found herself spending her first night in Tokyo trying not to cum in public. Emma had changed her appearance so she wouldn't be recognizable and made her into, in Emma's words, 'the perfect Gyaru'. Then she'd given her essentially no clothing, absolutely no vocabulary, and sent her off on a mission.

It was relatively simple. Acquire dinner and bring it back. Except she'd been sent to a shop several kilometers away with only enough money to buy dinner itself and the instruction to cum whenever anyone made skin contract with her. Which happened almost constantly on the busy streets with most of her skin exposed. Thankfully the crowds which afflicted her also obscured her frequent orgasms. Most people just didn't pay that much attention. Thankfully the crowd was mostly young people like her and not a bunch of businessmen.

Eventually she made it. She'd been worried about getting her order correct without being able to speak, but the shop actually had a kiosk to order and pay so she didn't need words at all. Once she had her food the trip back was much easier, Emma didn't want her to drop it so she'd removed the permission to cum if she was holding food.

Of course that meant as soon as she sent the food down in their apartment and Emma touched her arm....wow, that would never get old. She smiled at Emma, hoping for permission to speak.

Emma just chuckled, "Let's eat before it gets cold my gyaru slut." They ate quickly and then Emma looked at her with lust, "Do you want your old body back?"

Natsumi nodded.

"Okay...let's see if I remember..." She winked.. Uh oh...Natsumi felt her chest expanding out further, and further. Her already strained bikini top gave up trying to hold them and burst. Natsumi put her hands on her hips and shook her head at Emma. Emma laughed, "Oh I guess they weren't that big. No, they were even bigger!"

By the time Emma was done, Natsumi could barely stand up. Emma thought it was hilarious. "Okay fine, I'll put you back to normal...after you make me cum. It's only fair, how many times did you get to cum on your walk while I put away our clothes?"

Natsumi was kneeling at this point, her tits in her lap. Of course she'd love to have sex with Emma, but these things were just too big. They had to go. She did her best to stare intimidatingly at Emma. It didn't work.

"Okay fine, you look so cute when you're mad, I can't resist. How about a G cup? Huge but manageable." Natsumi breathed a sigh of relief as they shrunk down. Still bigger than normal, but much more manageable. "I'll remove one more cup size for every orgasm you give me." Emma said as she lifted up her skirt and spread her legs.

Natsumi smiled and got to work.