"Oh come on. First downward dog and now this crap? " Tsunade grumbled.
"Aw come on, granny it's easy. Just do it like this." One of the twins (Nori maybe?) encouraged her.
Nori (or was that Naruko?) Pushed off the floor with a swan's grace. Balanced on her toned right leg and bent to the side at a flawless ninety-degree angle. Her right hand joined her right foot on the floor, and then she extended her other limbs straight up to the ceiling. Like always her balance was perfect. Even with the immense weights dragging her front down.
"Yeah, just do it like we do." Naruko (or was that Nori?) chimed in. She imitated her sister with ease.
Tsunade had considerably more trouble. So much so that she didn't even think to say 'stop calling me granny'. Sure, she got into position just fine. But goddammit if her tits didn't get in the way. Even while double-packed in not one but two mismatched XXL sports bras. They still sloshed around like meaty meteorites.
Marshmallowy breast meat bulged through the cleavage hole in her top. She swore she heard a seam pop. But that was secondary to the mischief her enlarged girls made. They'd slipped half-free and flopped over her mouth. She figured this couldn't get any more embarrassing. She was wrong. Because just then one of her babies kicked. Hard.
"Oof--! Whoa shit!"
A tiny lump bulged in her taut, pregnant belly. Tsunade pitched forward with a shocked yelp. Time slowed down. She saw Hinata to her left, lounging queen-like on the sofa below the living room windows. A lit blunt between to manicured fingers. Tsunade saw her eyes narrow when she noticed her plight. And she saw her flick the cigarette away and lever herself upright. All while her puppet-hand-bra struggled to control her nuclear chest missiles.
Too slow, Hinata wouldn't reach her in time. The twins were closer. Quicksilver fast they dropped the pose and slid in from either side. One caught her left arm while the other got her arm around her heavy pregnant stomach. Two movements in executed perfect unison. They rotated Tsunade back to her feet with ease.
"Haah… Haah…" Tsunade panted while she clutched and rubbed her swollen pregnant belly. Protective of her unborn children as always, she bit her lip as the twins squirmed. Excited from the sudden change in orientation.
"You okay, granny?" One twin's voice came from the left.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Heh, I guess I can't keep up with you girls yet." Tsunade poked the source of the voice's bellybutton. "Also, don't call me that."
The gesture pushed the younger woman's tummy nub in. Like Tsunade, the twins were pregnant, heavily pregnant. Courtesy of Naruto. All three women sported the biggest, roundest wombs this side of a breeding ranch. Twitchy twinner tummies shiny with belly oil and crowned by large popped-out navels.
Any preggophile watching this display would have died from blood loss. Three heftily bred blondes in skintight workout gear. Naked stomachs pushed together. Two slightly smaller, tanned tummies smushed all up on either side of their larger, paler sister. And even with all those tight acres of tummyflesh, there wasn't a single stretchmark to be seen.
"Hmm. I guess you can't. How about we stick with grinding on yoga balls for a while, yeah?" The other twin patted her on the back.
"Something tells me Naruto would fucking love that." Tsunade said wryly.
"Hey, we've gotta keep his attention somehow. We can't have mom and the princess hog all the dick."
"Mm, speak for yourself. My hips are still sore from last time." Tsunade extricated herself from the twins' fat-tummied embrace. "You two keep going. Don't stop on my account."
Tsunade rubbed her back as she bent over. Her water bottle and towel lay next to her yoga mat. She threw the towel over her shoulder and popped the bottle's top. By the time she reached the sofa, she'd already downed half of it.
"You know marijuana's bad for the baby, right?" Tsunade said sternly. Or as sternly as she could anyway. Sweaty preggos weren't exactly authoritative.
Hinata rolled her eyes. "Oh gimme a break. These're Naruto's kids. They're a whole lot tougher than the average brats. A little weed's not gonna hurt them."
Still, despite her early-morning bitchiness, Hinata made room for Tsunade to sit. Sliding her toned legs off the couch's other half. Tsunade collapsed into the cushions and toweled herself off. Normally she'd be worried about staining the couch with sweat. But the thing was basically a Jackson Pollock already so… screw it.
They sat in silence for a while. Watching the twins flow through their yoga routine. Round, tan tummies flexed and rolled with bellydancer dexterity. All while twin pairs of milk-laden G-cup tits sloshed in identically black and stretchy sports bras.
"So, how do you feel?" Hinata broke the silence.
"Sweaty, sore, more tired than I'd like to be." Tsunade said.
Hinata shook her head. "I mean this." She tapped her forehead.
Tsunade's own hand touched her yin seal. The cause of her distress. A debt her younger, cockier self had bought into. And one she'd burnt the bulk of her life to pay off.
"Better, I think. All the little aches and pains are gone. Also, this." She pressed her palm to her fidgety stomach. "I'm definitely not menopausal anymore."
Hinata took a long drag on her blunt. When she blew the smoke out again, it came out tinged blue.
"Sounds like you haven't dropped the transformation yet."
"I'm… not ready to face that."
"Eh, fair enough. You know you're probably not so bad under there anymore, right? We figured, what? Every hour of my man pounding your pussy gives you a year back?"
Tsunade flushed at the memories. All the long, hard, and sweaty memories. Naked and intertwined with Naruto Uzumaki as he rutted inside her. He was an absolute beast in bed. Most men never lasted much more than a handful of minutes. Half an hour at most. But Naruto? Her baby daddy? Half an hour was a quickie for him. The brat didn't even get soft unless he'd been mashed her poor cougar pussy for an hour at least.
The first night had been the worst. None of the other girls had warned her. And her bed at home had paid the price. She'd never imagined she'd ever have to use her chakra strength during sex. Doing that would've snapped a normal stud like a match. But her headboard had snapped long before he had. Hour after hour of high-octane slamfucking. A marathon that had dragged on for hours.
Naruto impaled her sore pussy all through the night. Tireless as she slipped in and out of fitful sex-dream-infested sleep. She woken up the next morning disoriented. Not sure what was real and what wasn't. With a gutful of spunk and a burst condom stuck to her thigh.
Granted she could easily keep up with him now. But that first night had been magical. To be so totally overwhelmed by a powerful man. Mmm! Her nipples stiffened at the thought. If only she could get a chance at him when he was all backed up…
"Something like that. I've gotten a lot of years back." Tsunade said.
Hinata smirked. "Aw whatsamatter? You look a little flush."
Suddenly Hinata was right next to her. Sidled up close, marshmallow-soft meteors smothering her favorite pet's milk-swollen tits. Tautly, she felt Hinata's own baby bump press against hers. She was pregnant too, but it was hard to tell. Those gigantic monster melons absolutely smothered her torso. They even covered the upper third of her pregnant belly.
Tsunade smelled the cheap weed on her smoky breath. Purring in her ear, the embittered slut slipped her hands inside her stretchy bra. All while her puppet arms found Tsunade's sensitive baby bump. Smothered as it was beneath tons of sweaty tit.
"B-blame the yoga— Ah!"
Smack!
Hinata's wooden hand slapped Tsunade's big fat sweaty sexgut. Square on the long flat plane of its left side. The whole erogenous appendage twitched and pulled tight. Her brood squirmed. Tsunade's fingers dug deep into the stained upholstery.
"That hurt." Tsunade bit her lip.
"And you loved it. Dirty old cow." Hinata giggled, sardonic as ever. "What kinda mom gets off on having her belly spanked? And you act all worried about us hurting our babies. Somebody's compensating for something."
She pinched and twisted Tsunade's nipples. Sparks struck in her tits and trickled down. Pink arcs to agitate the drifting points of bubblegum light adrift in her womb. Magnified and transfigured into erotic pulsations. Vibrations to make the old cougar squirm.
Pressure built… and built… and built…
Then Hinata stopped.
"Annnnnnd we're done here." She chirped and slid off Tsunade.
Our hapless heroine lay in shock. Denied, with the absolute worst case of lady-blueballs. Breaths heavy, her swollen milk tanks bulged in her bra. Another seam popped. Her huge pregnant tummy heaved with every breath. Now she was sweaty for real.
"You bitch. You almost made me cum."
Hinata stuck out her tongue. "Didn't feel like finishing. Remember who's in charge here."
She stubbed out her cigarette and left Tsunade to languish in her own juices. Puffy-muffed and stiff-nippled. Exhausted on the couch while the twins bent and jiggled and stretched and moaned not more than five feet away. Her own personal sapphic hell.