Ino's glittery smirk didn't waver. All at once it was obvious why. Ino hadn't just sprouted hulking mountains of tit and ass. She'd gotten huge. Ino towered over the little pervert like some smug fertility goddess. The tallest men Sakura knew capped out at 6 feet. Ino overshadowed them by a further two. As for this horny scab, well, his head barely reached her ribs. Which was why, when the filthy man pawed at the huge bulge in his dirty sweatpants she showed no fear. If anything she bounced her tits harder for him. Enough to make the would be rapist audibly grunt. Continuing her dance. Teasing the lion.
"Lost my fuckin' girlfriend cause of you… Says I spent too much time jerkin' off to you…" The man fished out his genitals. An ugly ten inches of wrist thick meat. "What're you gonna do about it?"
Sakura thought her friend would need help. Until she saw the wicked gleam in her bimboified bestie's eyes. Ino licked her lips. She was still in control. Even while bottomless and staring down the barrel of a big dick.
"Well? What're you gonna do?" He shook his hard member at her like a club.
Ino's smirk widened. "Nothing, dirty boy~ Why don't you try and make me do something?"
He lunged and she sidestepped. Pivoted on the ball of her foot gracile as any ballerina. He barreled past her, headfirst into the pole. Smack! Dazed he slumped against it. Ino took advantage of him in that split second.
"Mmmph!"
Ino squatted like s pro stripper and shoved her naked breasts into the intruder's face. Nipples scraping his cheeks she buried his face in her cleavage. Every part of his face from the nose down vanished under pounds of squishy titflesh. Ino's eyes gleamed blue. And the man fell slack into her chest. Helpless and smothered between her tits.
The mind swap? Seriously? What was that going to do…?
An animal groan arose from the poor bastard. His hips bucked with maddening violence. As if to fuck some invisible bimbo astride his swollen member. So stiff it'd turned purple, his primed cannon fired right there. A spunk fountain to mess his lap. All while Ino giggled and ground her crotch on his stomach.
Shameless despite its audience, the man's overtaxed organ pulsed, ready to pop. Alarmingly erect. Ino slunk up the man's body. Naked flesh smothering his stubbly face. She undid her top and tied his hands to her pole. Then she turned around and slammed her ass into the man's face. Ground her sumptuous hindquarters in rhythmic circles. All the better to squash his head in her ass' deep cleavage. All the better to pin his head to her pole.
He gasped for air and pawed at her ridiculous glutes. But they were so soft, so smushy. He couldn't get a grip good enough to pry them apart. To catch the breath he so desperately needed.
Ino shook her naked melons for her horny audience. Every bit as Perky as Sakura's own. They bounced like balloons full of pudding. Nipples pierced with rhinestone studs. Pawed and squeezed by bedazzled hands. To show that yes, these big boobs were natural. Despite how much they gave gravity the middle finger.
Then Sakura saw what Ino had done to her new male toy. He was writhing beneath her. Jerking and twisting as if he were in a seizure. No longer trying to pry her soft, pliable hind-cushions off his face. As if he didn't want to breathe. Spectral figures were crawling all over him, four of them! Naked mental projections of Ino, all in his head but feeling so very real to him. Groping his cock and humping his legs. Pinning him in place from all sides with their ridiculous curves. Hours of rough sex happened in fast forward. Where the four nymphs took their turns riding him. Tits pooled on his chest and fat asses bashing his sore thighs. Until he bellowed and spewed spunk like a fountain.
Ino ricocheted her ass off his face. Dribbling his head against her pole while she popped her chest like a bellydancer. Motions to bounce her breasts with meaty plap plap plaps, audible over the electronic bass beat. Scattering sweat under the hot stage lights. Rhinestone nipple piercings gleaming.
The ghostly Inos torturing the poor bastard kicked up their games. One slid on top of him and plunged her steamy cunt onto his erect dick. He screamed rapture into Ino's ass. Ecstatic howls muffled by virtue of her backside's sheer mass. Vibrations enough to tease her wet holes. To make the buxom blonde gasp and bite her lip.
The ghost Ino rode him like an amazon queen. Full power and max speed right from the start. Wet pussy not nearly enough to lubricate his big dick. The friction was insane! Another howl vibrated the real Ino's pussy. While one of the other projections attacked his balls mouth first. A torrent of lips and smooches and nibbles enough to summon a torrent of jizz.
He fired again, hard. Shooting a fountain of off-white slime, his hips lifted off the stage from the ejaculating force of it. His gludgy spew arced almost high enough to splatter on the real Ino's massive breasts. Almost. It fell an inch short and rained on him instead.
Ino rewarded him by rubbing her ass back and forth on his face.
This carried on and on as Ino dance. One song ended and another began. Cycling through slow and hot grinding tunes to spicy bouncing beats. All accompanied by the broken groans of the spunk dispenser smothered in her ass. Using her new prop to its utmost she bounced her badass bubble butt on his face. Until the music reached its crescendo, his cock lurched… but didn't fire. She'd emptied his balls to the point of gonizing dry heaves.
She held him there for the whole span of the last song. Frozenin the moment of searing peak. But what could have been hours for him. Permanently erect and spasming. While her ghostly projections milked his tortured organ beyond any reasonable height of pleasure. Taking the marathon ride in turns. Exchanging who kissed his empty balls and who filled his hands with tit while the main girl pussy-choked his poor penis.
Finally at least, something in the man broke. With a strangled gasp he slid down the pole. Broken and glassy-eyed. Hand twitching with weak gropes. Penis soft but spasming like a wounded bird. Ino sat on his face while she stuffed his stretched, sperm sloppy organ back in his pants.
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Then practiced speed she slid off her male victim. Avoiding his attempt to lovingly grasp her ankle. Then she scooped up her tips for the night. The piles of bills her fans had heaped onstage. More than enough lettuce to cover her pussy. She left her loyal simps by blowing a kiss, vanishing backstage to clean herself up. Several seconds later the bouncers arrived. To drag her would be assaulter off the stage.
They'd buy him a beer before they threw him out. It was the least they could do considering the humiliation he'd just endured.
Stunned beyond words and awash with questions, Sakura dropped to her seat. Almost spilling her collection of bottles. What the hell? What had Ino done to herself? She'd seen her best friend two weeks ago. And then she'd looked normal.
She got her answer twenty minutes later. When Ino slipped out of the backstage entrance. Now in her street clothes… well, sort of. She might not be on stage, but she was still glammed as fuck. The tasteful black pumps were the most subtle part of her ensemble. Her sapphire cocktail dress and gold bracelets were much less so. Especially because the skirt was slit up to her hips. Meaning that her thighs hung out the sides of her damn dress!
"Oh my god! Sakura hi!" Ino all but bounced over to her table.
"Wha… Wha… I…"
"I know, right? I look awesome." Ino dropped her purse on the table. "Can I sit? I've been shaking this monster ass all day. This thing is heavy."
"S… Sure." Sakura's throat felt very dry.
"Thanks."
Ino seated herself with a distinctly unladylike grunt. It took some serious wedging to get her incredible bodily mass in the booth. So much so that her presence actually shoved the table a good foot away. Enough for Sakura's tits to slip off and smack her stomach. Oof. Even while sitting down, she was massive. Sakura figured she would have had to stand up to look her square in the eye. Too much trouble.
"Look at you! You're as big as me now!" Ino bit her lip. "Those boobs are awesome~ Did they just stop growing?"
Before Sakura could protest Ino seized her pouty melons. Shit shit shit don'tpinchhernipples!
"Ahhh<3 W-watch it~" Sakura blushed.
"Huh? Oh, right." Ino let them drop slushily. Sakura almost immediately missed how easily her big hands lifted and squeezed her thunderous tit-pumpkins. "You'd think I'd know better. My ass was really tender when it came in too." She rested her chin on her hands. "You've gotta tell me everything, honey. Have you been having fun so far?"
Sakura sighed. "Yeah, fun." She changed the subject. "When did you start doing, you know…" She jerked her head at the stage.
Ino knew what she was doing, but she let it slide.
"Ever since I grew."
"And you picked… this over being a ninja."
"Sure I did." Ino snagged a champagne glass from a passing tray and downed half of it. Tiny clear stem pinched between two big fingers. "I'm raking in, like, double what I used to make in a week. In one night. It's how I afford all this." She gestured to her outfit.
"What about all the stuff you wore onstage?"
"Oh, those're props. None of that bling is real… yet. I'm working on it."
She knew Ino had always been a something of a fashionista. But their rough and pragmatic life had never let her friend really explore that side of herself. Sakura's face fell in her tits again. She let out a muffled groan.
"This is a lot to take in, isn't it?"
"I'll fucking say! First my boobs blow up like hot air balloons. Then I lose my job. And now my best friend's turned into a—" She stopped herself.
"A what? A bimbo?"
"Sorry." Sakura went back to her drink.
"Don't be. It's accurate." Ino sidled around the table until they were all squished up next to each other. Casual as casual could be she laid one arm across Sakura's expansive bust. The other encircled her friend's shoulders.
"You could always be one of us, you know. You've already got the body for it. Naruto'd go crazy for these tits."
"I can't. I'm married." Sakura's answer was firm. It took all her willpower to manage it.
Ino pursed her lips. Then a wicked idea struck her. "Well, before you reject us for good. Can I tell you a story first?"
"A story?"
"Sure, it's about how I got this banging body."
Sakura wanted to say no. She should have said no. But 'yes' slipped out before she could stop it. Ino hummed happily. And those expensive nails began to tickle her under her chin.
"Good girl<3 Now, here's how it started…"