Sakura ordered her usual. A full bottle of strawberry vodka plus a request to keep them coming. She paid for the drinks as soon as they came with a roll of large bills; and a request to keep them coming. She'd had to really 'beg' Ron for her severance pay. Enough for one night of sorrow drowning at most. Which was exactly what she did, until static from the intercom caught her attention.
"Alright boys and girls! You've seen Cherry and Destiny shake what their mommas gave 'em! And you've seen Haley Hindenburgs show y'all why everything's bigger in the land of iron! But there's one dirty girl I know you've all been waiting for!"
Sakura stuck her bottle between her tits. Trying to block out the announcements. God dammit, who cared? It was just another slut in a thong…
"You know her! You love her! She's so damn good she doesn't even need a stage name! Ladies and gentlemen! I give you our rising star! The one and only Ino Yamanaka!"
"What?!" Sakura's head shot up so fast she almost gave herself whiplash.
The lights dimmed and the music slowed. Illuminant spots lit the large stage. Someone rustled within the red curtain. Lights from behind switched on bright. And Sakura saw a shape. The most bottom-heavy woman she had ever seen. Sleek and leggy but with hips wider than a sofa cushion. And laden up top with tits as wide as overinflated punchballs.
Sakura had sharp ears (it came with being a ninja), and even over the music's throbbing rise she heard the clinking of jewelery. Of metal on shiny metal as her best friend strutted onto the stage. Sporting an absolutely, utterly, obscenely gigantic bubble butt. Sakura had seen plenty of oversized asses by now, but nothing like this!
Most huge asses she'd encountered were a compromise between width or depth. A woman typically had to choose between broodmother hips or a projecting shelf of bubble booty. Ino's ass hadn't gotten the memo, it was the best of both worlds. Every bit as mindblowing as Sakura's boobs. Wider than her shoulders but sticking out far enough from her hips to swallow a man's arm up to the elbow (lengthwise!). An ass able to comfortably carry a picnic basket. Butter smooth mountains of twerkmeat twice the volume of her head; each! Bolted to hips wide enough to balance two thermoses upon.
If by some miracle she found a pair of tight pants that fit. Ino would have looked like she was smuggling some world class jack o lanterns in there. And that wasn't even getting into the bulkily muscular thighs and sculpted calves carrying that insane ass. Thighs as thick as a man's waist. Muscular but seemingly soft to the touch. Thighs powerful enough to smother two men at once. A necessary compromise to gravity, to carry her excessive buffet of womanly charms.
And whatever superlative descriptions could be heaped on her butt, her breasts were equally delicious. Equally huge. Weighty teardrops lifted and molded into jutting torpedoes thanks to her tiny gold top. Bulging around it with mass equal to her glorious ass. Fully half of each beachball-sized tit hung off the sides of her ribs. Making them visible even from the back. Obscene from both the back and the front. Busty enough to feed a village of orphans and STILL need a custom tailored bra with Kevlar cups. Gorgeous and lurid in equal measure. Built for hours of sex and for strutting onstage in the filthiest clothes the male mind could devise.
Sakura realized that they had the same figure now. Ino was in the exact same boat she was, proportionally speaking. But she reveled in the lewdness of her infinitely fuckable figure. Invited praise instead of jealousy. Soaked up all this wild glorification of her hypersexual body. Achingly gorgeous face attached to curves so extreme they'd give a eunuch wet dreams.
What'd she done differently? How could she be like her?
She wore nothing but jewelry. A bikini made of shiny gold. Laden with gems and coins which clinked in time with every shimmy of those ridiculous tits. An emerald adorned the apex of each triangular nipple cover. A mark to suggest the location of the jutting bubblegum bud beneath. Although the top utterly failed to hide her areolas. Whose bumpy pink circles matched a teacup saucer's diameter, and blended seamlessly into her perfect skin.
A fine choker of gold filigree enclosed her slender neck, with a hanging pearl to cover the hollow at the base of her nape. Her thong was the barest of bare afterthoughts. Jewler's chains looking lost on her expansive hips. Dug into the soft flesh. Joined together to form the world's most expensive whale tail. One which slithered down into the vast canyon down the middle of her gigantic jigglemounds. And then around and up and between her Amazonian thighs. To cleave apart her pearly smooth cunt's fat thumb thick and shiny lips. And to finally dangle a glass teardrop over her clit.
She even had a crown! One of those light headband-looking ones which princesses wore. The blue gem in its apex matched the crystal hanging from her left ear. And the ring on her opposite finger.
Smug in a way only a truly glamorous woman could be Ino dragged the pointed end of a nail down her bimbo-thick, red glittered lips. Cut a line of lipstick across her right breast and her toned tummy. Only to stop at the gold fox charm adorning her belly button.
Barefoot the object of Sakura's awe sashayed to the stage's center. Hips a-sway like a pendulum. Dainty toes and slender fingers girt in finery. Jeweled rings which captured the light of the moon and stars. Sakura swore if a man were to stand too close to her, those hips would have knocked him over. Cameras flashed as they captured the sassy jiggling of the fattest ass in the village. Live feeds recorded every firmly quaking second of Ino's decadent 'backstory'.
A beat erupted. Fast and thumping with the claps of a dozen hands. And Ino began to dance. The crowd went wild.
Ino began with her fists on her sofa cushion width hips. A wink signaled the start of her sways. Left and right and then left again. Slow at first and then faster by increments. Eyes closed, she absorbed the beat. Then a sway to the left melted into a forward step and a sudden ballet spin. Her hair flew in a halo of gold beneath the stage lights.
Monstrous cock squeezers shimmying in their tiny chain bra and bejewled fingers clasped in her hair, she squatted her 200% scale anal cushions low to the stage's floor. Firm gluteal meatbuns aching centimeters from the red line which her fan's weren't allowed to cross. So close but so far…
Dollars rained. Pulled from wallets and purses alike. Offerings to their dancing queen. Willing beyond reason they mounded stacks of ones and fives behind the red line. Ino watched them over one shoulder, smirk indelible.
With her first round of tips extracted, Ino reached out with her left leg and swept her take behind the red line. Hands on her moneymaker she planted both feet under her ass and pushed up. A textbook stripper squat, but with no need for her hands to balance. They stayed firmly on her ass. When she reached her full height she pried those delectable cheeks apart. And the silver curtain fell in. Devoured in full.
With all the strut of a runway model, Ino approached her pole. Slutty talons grasped its shaft and she slid down the phallic symbol in a perfect split. Tits swallowing the pole's girth. Meaty ass smacking loud the stage. Then she pulled up viper-graceful. Weightless she made out with the shiny steel. Licked and kissed it as if it were the penis of some metal god.
Ino slithered up and down the pole like a snake. Sometimes she mashed her tits around it while she tried to snap her bottoms through the seismic quake shakes of her monster booty. Others, she viciously hotdogged the cold metal while swinging her fleshy melons in a circle. An act which flung them from her bejewled bra. Naked to the steamy air, pink nipples primed to cut glass. She didn't even try to stuff them back in her top.
Ino's eyes glazed with lust, lips parted as she panted. But not from exertion. No, she was getting off on this. She'd become an exhibitionist just like Hinata. The animal howls and tightened pants of all these horny men turned her on something fierce.
Ass offered to the crowd, she shook it like a lady rapper with $0 in the bank and four overdue payments on her butt implants. Gripped tight she spun around and around the pole. Sometimes with her legs 'round its girth. Arms open to embrace her fans. Tits shaken with twitches of her fit shoulders. Sometimes her hands did the holding, legs spread in mid-air to show off the insides of her thighs and how her meaty pussy had gobbled up her thong.
Then on a whim she abandoned the pole. Guided by a sixth sense for the needs of her horny clientele she approached the red line again. Stretched out catlike agonizing milimeters behind it. First on her front to scrape the line with her naked nipples. Or bounce her gelatinous mega booty sideways on the floor. Once cheek ricocheting off the other. A fastener held her thong in place. A simple ring and hook setup. Cinched to the point of decadent skindentation.
She spied a pregnant woman in the crowd. One with electric blue hair in a sidecut. Ponderous as she was with a Tsunade tier bust and a triplet preggo belly, she pretty much zoomed to the stage. Followed by her equally studly boyfriend. Aglow with pride at their obedience she stroked their faces. And then guided their mouths to the fastener.
Synced to perfection each simp seized one half of the lock and tore it apart. Excitement overrode higher thought, for they thought they were going to see their queen's pussy.
But Ino was too fast for them. A shove to each forehead pushed them away. She was fast with her hands and covered her cunt the moment her thong fell away. One hand managed the task, the other wagged a finger at the pouty couple. A catch of her toes and a flick of the ankle tossed her discarded undergarment to them. Square onto the man's face.
With only four ring-encrusted fingers to preserve her 'modesty', Ino slunk back to the pole for part two of her dance.
"Aaahhh! I can't take it anymore! I need her right now!"
A grody man rushed the stage. The club bouncers were fast but he was faster. And the excited press of Ino's zealous fans slowed their progress. Dirty and smelly, the man stalked to the woman who'd ruined him for other females. Back against her pole, it looked as though the pervert had cornered her.