Musical giggles from the top of the stairs made her tense. Together the sisters clacked down the stairs. Wedge sandals proved no impediment on the old steps. Neither did the dark. She saw their eyes flash in the dim light. Reflective like a cat's corneas.
Or a fox's.
"Oh that's right! You can't see in the dark yet." One twin chirped.
"Don't worry, Lady Tsunade. That'll change soon." The other finished.
Whatever transformation had overtaken Hinata. These poor girls were infected too. At some kind of initial stage.
One of them lit another naked bulb, and Tsunade saw what her friends had become. Naruto had gotten huge. To rival Hinata's own ridiculous stature. Powerful muscles deformed his outline. Hair long and scraggy over his face. His clothes were nowhere to be seen. Sharpened claws dug into the arms of his chair.
Another thrash jangled his manacles. One for each limb and a fifth to clamp his neck. All to a steel chair bolted to the concrete floor. Stained at the feet by a pool of… Oh god was that semen?! It was thick. Too thick. Slimy and lumpy it stayed cohesive under its own surface tension. Huge puddles of the off-white stuff dotted the tile floor. At least that explained why Kushina had been saddled with a full brood.
But she could not see the mutated organ responsible for such excessive blasts of baby gruel. Because another shape stripper-squatted between her man's spread legs. Sequined and royal blue claw nails dug into his mighty knees for balance. Because her equilibrium on those black stilettos was oh so precarious.
Hinata's ass hung out of her booty shorts. Round enough to make a rapper look twice. Fully half of each pale globe stuck out for all the world to see. Supported by smooth legs every bit as toned as they were plush. Dark sapphire hair gleamed in the harsh white light. Shiny and perfect as it cascaded to a breath above her hips.
All this Tsunade took in easily enough. An absurd transformation but not beyond her expectations. Yet one part stuck out. There were two pale and meaty… somethings bouncing up and down in front of her. Fatty teardrops so enormous that they bounced over her head. Those couldn't be breasts could they?
No they couldn't be. It was too absurd, too ridiculous. Besides, how could she be bouncing them with such vigor? Not with her hands certainly. Those were gripping her man's legs.
One of the twins glided up to the pair and tapped Hinata on the shoulder. Careful not to step near her brother's grabby hands. It would be all over for her then. The rhythmic plaps stopped and the spheres ceased their up-and-down dance. But Tsunade swore she heard them slosh still; ever so cream-filled.
"Ugh, what? I'm working here." Hinata groused.
"Guess who took the bait."
Now that turned Hinata's attitude around. "Holy shit really? I didn't think she'd be that stupid. I guess we're gonna feed her to him next."
Tsunade spoke up. Or tried to. "Excuse me. I'm standing right here."
Hinata stood up and turned around. Slow and gradual one hand on her lower back and she grunted upright. A groan from her prisoner/boyfriend drove her to kiss the poor bastard on the forehead.
"I'll be right back, Naruto-kun." She purred.
Tsunade tried again. "Excuse m—"
Then she saw Hinata's front. And her indignation drowned under purest shock.
"…Me?"
She'd been right. Those ridiculous chest spheres that Hinata had tortured her man with were not breasts. Breast was a medical term, too technical. Not obscene enough for the outrageous glands bolted to Hinata's chest. She didn't have breasts anymore. She had tits.
Enormous tits. Mammoth tits. An olympian pair which dwarfed any set she'd swung around in Tsunade's office. Lewdly fetishized teardrops that hung off her ribcage. Heavy as they were perfectly wide. Lower swells covered her shallow belly button and rested just above her jutting hip bones. While her fat fat rose-quartz nipples protruded the slightest bit upturned from bumpy areolae.
Hinata's enormous knockers had grown again. Now massive enough to make the bustiest of top-heavy hentai MILFs jealous. She cracked her neck and rolled her shoulders before model-strutting up to her latest victim. Red-rouged and shiny lips all a-grin and dainty hands on her hips.
Creak… bounce…
Creak… bounce…
Creak… bounce…
Her tits rocked with every step. Rippled like a black pornstar's overpumped bubble butt. Defiant of gravity and all senses of decency. They stood out proud and naked. At first, Tsunade struggled to comprehend how the hell she carried those big fat bijuu bombs. Until she noticed the hands.
Wooden hands, puppet hands. Carved from oak and lacquered glassy smooth. Driven by transparent fibers woven from chakra strings. Synthetic muscles to animate the synthetic limbs. Mighty puppet palms hefted her bust from beneath with the greatest of ease. Groped and smushed them together into an epic canyon of marshmallow cleavage. Those wooden arms lifted her epic tits so Hinata didn't have to. Cradled them and covered their huge nipples. A literal hand bra.
Tsunade took plenty pride in her strength and independence. Unflappable in the face of adversity. She hadn't wavered in the face of Pain's invasion. Or the insurmountable threat of Madara. But this? Hinata's enormous tit-pontoons? They struck her dumb.
"You… You…" Tsunade swallowed with a dry throat. "What did you do to yourself?"
Hinata was taken aback. "The fuck are you talking about granny?"
Tsunade's pointing finger shook. "Those! Where did you get those!"
"You sound jealous."
"I am not!"
Hinata laughed and stretched her arms overhead. Polished wooden hands mashed her tits together and bulged them until they pushed Tsunade a step back. White flesh stretched with so sign of strain.
"Sure you're not. You don't have to worry about my back though. I've had these beauties for at least a month now. No problems yet." She slapped her left breast for emphasis and licked her lips at the delicious sting.
Tsunade reeled. A month? But she's seen Hinata just this morning. The younger woman seemed to read her mind.
"A transformation technique. A lot like yours actually. I can't make myself look totally normal, but it takes the edge of these fat fuckers." Hinata's bra squeezed the offending appendages for emphasis.
Tsunade felt her own dampness rise. She'd never quite been 100% straight. Sure she'd loved Dan (and plenty of other men in her heyday) but pretty girls always had a small tug to them. And Hinata's new body ignited that tiny lesbian patch in her brain hotter than the sun.
"We need to get you to a hospital. We have to get those things reduced fast." Tsunade began.
"Reduced?!" Hinata's lip curled. "Fuck that I feel amazing. You'll chop my tits off over my dead body, granny. Besides…"
Hinata's white eyes fell on Tsunade's smaller bust. A pierced tongue licked her crimson lips when she saw the state of Tsunade's nipples.
"You really like what you're seeing."
"No, I don't. This is ridiculous—"
"Shush shush shush." Hinata silenced her with a sculpted finger. "Don't talk. Your mouth doesn't know what it wants."
Tsunade slapped her hand away. "You do not know me young lady."
"Oh yeah? Then you won't mind turning down this…"
Hinata stepped aside; Tsunade saw the distended monster jutting from the chained beast's groin. One look and she screamed. Both hands clasped over her mouth. No amount of experience could save her composure. There were some things that women were not prepared to face. Naruto Uzumaki's mutated rod was one of them.
It was huge! Fucking gigantic! Every bit as disproportionate as Hinata's colossal bust. A broad apple of a head reached halfway up its host's chest. It oozed white slime akin to some demonic snake. Pale from the lack of sun, a web of bulging veins fed the beast. Kept it erect and aloft and gave it an ugly texture. Even its shape was gross; it bulged thickest around the middle. A nasty club built for bludgeoning naughty little pussies into paste. The balls were worse still. Two swollen and grotesquely veinous orbs in a leather-smooth sack. Each globular spunk egg rivaled one of her breasts in size. Big tanks for a big beef cannon.
"Go on, granny. Give it a taste. You know you want to." Hinata purred in her ear. She needed to stand on her tippy toes and lean dangerously forward to get her lips next to Tsunade's ear. But the effort paid off.
"I… I can't…" Tsunade's eyes began to glaze.
"Yes you can." Hinata encouraged.
"There's no way that monster could ever fit." She squeaked. The first girlish sound she'd made in decades.
"It fits inside Kushina. It fits inside me. He can make it fit inside you too."
Tsunade turned away. She clutched her head as the pheromones infected her cortex. Morals sagged and softened. Then melted to sludge under lust's sinful heat. It couldn't be that bad, could it?
"It's gotten even bigger you know. Naruto's become a real handful. The twins and I have to drain it every day so it doesn't grow anymore. But when he gets really backed up, well, you can see the measures we have to take."
Tsunade tried to cover her ears but Hinata was relentless. Her colossal tits cushioned Tsunade's entire back. And the twins closed in from the front. She tried to call on her chakra, but it had grown sluggish. Distracted as it yearned like its master.
"Kushina's been his only victim so far. We didn't know what he was capable of at first. You saw what she's like now. She's totally useless. We can't have that can we? We can't have every kunoichi in the village stuffed with babies."
Hinata slipped her hands into Tsunade's top. She found her nipples fast. And loved how Tsunade yelped when she pinched them.
"You want this. You want him. You've always wanted him because he's so much like Dan. It's so obvious. So why not do it? Just give in, granny. After all…" Hinata bit the much older woman's earlobe. The poke of pain made her shudder. "It's for the good of the village."
That final phrase sealed it. For the good of the village. All shinobi were conditioned to value that, and Tsunade was no different.
The Twins closed in on either side. Fit tan arms caught Tsunade limbs and smushed them into their own considerable busts.
"Come on, Tsunade. Show us young sluts how it's done." One poked her cheek.
"Yeah, you must know tons about pleasing men, right?" The other added.
Hinata lay on the finisher. "If you do this, I'll let you suck my tits again. You know how large they are now? 193 centimeters, a multiple Z-cup. I'm as big around the chest as I am tall now. We're talking some serious monster tits here. And if you play along, they're all yours."
It was wrong. It was sick. It flew in the face of everything she knew. Everything she valued not just as a person, but as a ninja. To lose yourself in fleshy pleasure like this. It put the whole village at risk. But Naruto stalking the streets like some kind of sex monster? That was even riskier.
"…Okay. I'll do it."
Hinata patted Tsunade's girls. Cupped them with a squeeze. Her sharp nails hurt so deliciously.
"Good girl."
The twins grinned (had their teeth always been sharp?). They half-dragged her to their brother. Four fit and slender hands grabbed Tsunade's iconic top and tore it open. Tsunade's heavy teardrops bounced free in the air. Not as sprightly as Hinata's, but still damn perky for her age.