Konoha Hospitality - 1 Chapter 1

Another normal day in Konohana-well, as normal as a village full of superpowered shinobi could ever be. Various ninja were off on missions to steal this, recover that, spy on them, and assassinate those people, and so on. A village remarkably empty of cars because so many people could blur into fast motion, with their arms held out behind them for some reason. Naruto was no stranger to the lifestyle, which is why it all probably seemed normal to him.

Of course, even among the ninja of Konohana, Naruto was something of an odd duck. Not only was he loud, and not exactly the brightest, his father was the Hokage, in charge of the whole village. And he just happened to be host to a nine-tailed demon fox woman who sometimes whispered inside his head. At least she looked like a woman, sometimes. The last time she had ‘gotten out’, from Naruto’s mother in fact, she’d just looked like a giant monster. Until she’d been sealed inside little baby Naruto. At times, he’d been kind of upset about that-who does that to a kid?-but now, he was pretty okay. He was stronger because of it, one of the mightiest ninja of his generation.

Yes, besides the stigma of it all, life was good for Naruto. He had two loving parents, he was powerful and strong at his job of being a ninja, he had friends, a sexy girlfriend with an incredible rack (even if she was a little too swoony for her own good), and one day, he would be Hokage. The sun shined down on him, as if it shared this enthusiastic appraisal of his situation, as Naruto made his way to his house, a fairly impressive, sprawling one-story building. Being the Hokage had benefits, after all.

Naruto entered, fairly throwing the door open, as was his way. Hewasn’t a quiet knock and then crack the door open a smidge kind of person, never had been. He got that sort of thing from his mother, Kushina, who was as fiery in personality as she was in hair color. Between being raised by her, having a demon monster inside his mind and soul, plus a father who was actually a fair-minded parental figure but way too busy all the time, Naruto had turned out the kind of person who wasn’t stupid, he just had way less impulse control than he had sense. And while he was a fair judge of character, and had keen senses (one had to in order to be a good ninja), his emotions and not his reasoning, often dictated his actions. Still, he had no complaints for how anything in his life had turned out before this point.

Stepping inside the house, Naruto was greeted by the familiar smell of ramen being prepared. That kinda surprised him because he knew that, as usual, his father Minato would be working late today with official Kage business (somehow Naruto liked to delude himself into thinking that when he was Hokage, he’d get somebody else to do the boring, paper work stuff). And when it was just the two of them, Kushina usually didn’t cook as much, even though they both loved ramen. That didn’t surprise him as what came next, though.

“So, you must be Naruto, yeah?” The greeting, if that’s what it was, in an unimpressed tone, came from someone sitting on the couch in Naruto’s living room, feet sprawled up on the coffee table, flipping absently through a travel book-‘A Visitor’s Guide to Konohana’-with about the same lack of interest that he used to speak to Naruto.

Naruto said, “Yeah, that’s me. And who are you?” He meant it to come out slightly challenging, but he ended up sounding genuinely curious. Which he was, really. Why was there a stranger in his house, and who was he?

The other boy huffed, setting aside the book on its open pages and dragging his feet off the table. He stood up and took a step towards Naruto. He wore a brown t-shirt, a green bubble vest, and black pants that hung tight onto his hips. He was maybe a little taller than Naruto, with tan skin and thin, undefined arms. His face was like, ‘sharp’ was the word that came to Naruto’s mind. Angular, with high cheekbones. He had dull, brown eyes and a bored expression.

“I’m Hachiro. I’ll be staying here for a little while.” No explanation as to why, no definite time given, no ‘nice to meet ya’. Who did this guy think he was?

Naruto stuck his hand out gamely. “Nice to meet you, Hachiro.” Hachiro didn’t bother to take his hand, his gaze going up from Naruto’s face to his hair, maybe taking notice of how unruly it was, like always. Hachiro’s own hair was a light brown, drawn back in a simple topknot that protruded from the upper part of the back of his head. Naruto withdrew his outstretched and settled it by his side, feeling a little disrespected. He just kind of stared at Hachiro, still trying to figure out what was going on.

“Your father, the Kage, said I could stay here for a little while. I’ll be in the guest room. I’m going on something of a tour of the five villages, and my family used to be close with the Namikazes.”

Naruto nodded a bit, glad to understand things. “Oh, well that was nice of him, huh?”

Hachiro shrugged lazily. “I guess.”

They stood in silence, uncomfortable, at least for Naruto. This boy was strange, he didn’t seem to care about anything. Someone like that, to someone like Naruto, a teenager who got overly excited about a bowl of cooked noodles and shouted about as often as he spoke normally, was just hard to understand.

“Oh! Naruto-kun, I see you’ve already met our guest!” A familiar voice called out to him, and Naruto turned to see his mother, smiling at him.

He smiled back, “Yes, Okaasan. Is that ramen I smell? It smells…” He sniffed the air, like a dog. To his side, Hachiro smirked and made a derisive noise. “Different.”

Kushina nodded, clad in an apron that concealed her other clothes, falling past her knees to leave her toned calves and slender, bare arms on display. Even through the apron, not exactly the most flattering or form-fitting pieces of clothing, her bust was showing, distinctly visible through the heavy cloth. At forty-six years of age, the Red Hot Habanero barely looked older than thirty, and her breasts continued to defy gravity. On a dare, Naruto had once stolen a glance at her underwear drawer and looked at her bras. The measurements had read 102 centimeters, and if Naruto hadn’t grown up with a chesty woman for a mom, he wouldn’t have believed it. He wondered if that was why he was so attracted to Hinata’s large breasts. As with most things with Naruto’s life, he thought it was probably best no to think about it too much.

“That’s because there’s fresh vegetables in it. Carrots, and zucchini, and squash,” She ticked the list off of her upraised fingers, going on and on. Naruto pulled a face.

“Aww, but I like roasted pork not all that stuff!” He whined. Kushina slipped her hands behind her back, tugging on her apron strings as she answered.

“Well, Hachiro is our guest, and it was as his request. You know how to treat a guest, don’t you Naruto-chan?” Her tone was firm, and Naruto was reminded that while his father may have been in charge of the village, his mother was in charge of this house.

He hung his head. “Yes Okaasan…?” His voice trailed off and became curious as he his mother finished taking her apron off, draping it on a chair in the dining room (Naruto’s living room was next to the dining room, which in turn adjoined the kitchen, with no walls between them and only the furniture in the kitchen blocking a clear view across) next to her.

Naruto could not believe what he was seeing. His mother’s apron had hid the rest of her clothes because she barely had any other clothes on at all! She was wearing a pair of moderately concealing panty bottoms that covered the top part of her thighs, but Naruto could tell barely concealed the entirety of her fleshy behind, with the bottom portions of the pale, bouncing cheeks being visible, pinched slightly by the tight underwear in a manner most enticing. Now, the Uzumaki household (the mere fact that people called it that again showed Minato wasn’t really in charge) wasn’t exactly the most uptight place-Naruto himself often walked around with a shirt on, but he was a teenager. His mother was married, with a child, and nearly fifty years old, and she was walking around with her body on display for all to see. Her massive bust was such that the tight green top she had on didn’t even cover her boobs, showing an impressive amount of cleavage, and the under portions of her breasts as well. Her entire outfit was also sinfully tight, with the flesh squeezed and bulging out at every section, as if it was just desperate to be free.

He shot a glance behind him, to Hachiro. If he was bothered by this display of a grown up, married woman’s sexy body, he didn’t show it. He looked maybe slightly less bored than before, but-well how long had she been dressed like this. It got hot in the kitchen, sure, but this was just ridiculous. The whole thing was weird. Of course, Kushina, who came in second in brains in the household, had her reasons. Even as Naruto wondered exactly what was going on, she stretched a bit, her tits straining-Naruto thought he could even hear the thin fabric stretching as his mother’s body bounced slightly, perky as ever.

Kushina would never have dressed like this around any of Minato’s friends, or Naruto’s, or even her own for that matter. While she wasn’t a prude, sexuality for her was between her and her loving husband. After all these years they still had a physical relationship. But just this morning…

Hachiro had just arrived, looking tired from his travels. He dimly looked around the house, seemingly unimpressed. Kushina had suggested he take a shower to get ready for the day, wash off some of the dust from the road. Hachiro nodded, leaving his bag of clothes by the door where he’d come in. Kushina busied herself with making sure the guest room was ready, even though Minato had already checked himself the day before. But it never hurt to go over things one more time. She even made sure to take an extra pillow from the master bedroom to the guest room.

Now, while Kushina was no dummy, she could be absentminded from time to time. So while she took the quickest path from the master bedroom, as she had dozens of times before, she forgot that the quickest path happened to be through the adjoining bathroom. Which meant she walked in right while Hachiro was cleaning himself up, a simple brain disconnect-she knew Hachiro was taking a shower, and she could hear the water running, but somehow that information didn’t cross paths with her ‘wall to the guest room’ line of thought.

Opening the door, those thoughts suddenly intruded on Kushina’s own, as she realized it was hot and moist in the bathroom, cause the shower was on duh. How silly of her to forget. “Oops, sorry, Hachiro-chan!” She said, feeling a little embarrassed. She started to back out of the room-and froze.

Hachiro hadn’t been facing her when she walked in, but he turned around-and even now Kushina wasn’t sure if he’d done it deliberately, or if he’d simply been surprised as well and was looking to see what had happened, who had entered the room. Either way that meant Kushina had seen, through the glass door of the shower, which was partially open so as to not make the insides fog up and the stall get too steamy, Hachiro’s entire naked body. Which, honestly, wasn’t that impressive. Especially not by Kushina’s standards whose husband was one of the fastest, most athletic ninja there ever were, with Minato’s body full of lean, sculpted muscles. By comparison, Hachiro looked like the young man he was, more of a kid than a mature adult in form-skinny little legs, flat stomach and undefined pecs, visible collar bones, all covered in running rivulets of water.

But Kushina wouldn’t realize that until later, when she revisited this memory and took stock of exactly what she had seen (which she would do several times). At the moment, she had only been looking at one thing-Hachiro’s penis. But even calling it a ‘penis’ wasn’t doing it justice. Every man had a penis, but this…thing was one in a million.

It looked less like a man’s member and more like somebody’s forearm, covered in thick veins. It sprouted from Hachiro’s body and dangled, drooping under its own massive weight-Kushina had thought the tip, purple and engorged, might hang below the teenager’s knees! She couldn’t even begin to guess at how long it was, and it didn’t even seem fully erect. Her mind wasn’t up to guessing anything really, and her jaw dropped comically, babbling issuing forth. It sounded like she was trying ‘how?’ but she didn’t have the strength to form the whole word, so it came out ‘huh, huh, huh?’

Hachiro had smirked again, and with a handful of soap bubbles, ran his fingers along the length of his monster, from the base, slowly, leisurely up to the tip, massaging the massive meat as if he was just showering and not fully naked in front of a much older woman. He had raised one brown eyebrow at her, water dribbling from the end of his cock-yes, Kushina thought, ‘cock’ was a much better word for it-to fall onto the tiled shower roof (it was an odd sound, so much water built up around and his cock on his cock that it was like a mini-waterfall falling off) and he spoke over the sound of the shower.

“Something wrong, Uzumaki-san?” Unable to tear her eyes away from his dick, which almost made it seem to Kushina’s dazed mind that it was the enormous, jutting behemoth itself talking to her, Kushina shook her head, red hair flapping. She was surely as red herself, blushing from her cheeks to the tips of her hairline. Dimly she noticed other things-the ridged flare of his cocktip, the deep, dark skin of the pole itself, tanner than the rest of his body, the curly pubic hairs about the base (a lot for a sixteen year old who looked like he didn’t even have to shave his face yet) and the two massive balls, which were less of a sack and more of a bulging satchel of flesh, smooth from the shower’s heat. No doubt they were full of sperm, just ready to-

“Ah, sorry!” Kushina shouted, her mouth working again. She turned on her heel, slamming the door behind her. As Hachiro went back to showering, she slumped against the door, the pillow dropping from her hands. She tried to think of Minato, her darling husband, his own member which had seemed large to her the first time she’d seen it and now…well not so much. She doubted anything could compare to what she’d just seen, and after taking a few moments to collect her thoughts she stood up. Her clothes hung to her body and Kushina assumed it was the humidity of the bathroom she’d just been in, but after taking further inspection of her now tingling breasts and lower region, she noted her own body was sweating, and she could smell the familiar aroma of her pussy, starting to leak as her arousal grew.

“Mom? Mom!?” Naruto said, shocking Kushina back to the present.

“Oh, sorry, what?” Kushina said, focusing back on her son. She didn’t want to look at him, even though he was speaking to her. She wanted to look back at Hachiro because now that she knew what he was packing, she could see the distinct tell-tale signs of his cock through his clothes, and just the merest hint of it was enough to get her going. That’s why she was dressed like this, prancing around like a teen who had just woken up after a night of sex and couldn’t be bothered to put on real clothes.

“I said, how long is Hachiro going to be staying here?”

As long as he wants. “Well, for a few weeks at least. You can show him around, Naruto-chan. You’d like that right, Hachiro?” She looked to the other boy, her voice eager. She wanted him to like the idea, wanted him to be pleased with her. He still looked so bored as if she hadn’t seen him naked, like it meant nothing to him. While it meant much more to her.

“I guess.” Bored again.

“Oh, I’ve got an idea!” Kushina said, clapping her hands in front of her. She even hopped in place a little, setting her womanly curves to jiggling. Not a speck of fat on her stomach or arms, calves sculpted muscle, but her thighs, ass and tits belonged on a much larger woman. Somehow it all fit very well on her.

“Naruto, why don’t you show Hachiro your special technique? There aren’t a lot of shinobi in Hachiro’s town, so he doesn’t get to see many Jutsu.”

Naruto was still confused by the whole thing. “Uh, what technique.”

Kushina cocked her head to the side, chiding. “Oh, you know honey. Your Sexy Jutsu! I bet he’d love to see it. I told him all about it.” In truth, she hadn’t mentioned a word about it to Hachiro-after seeing him in the shower, she asked him what he wanted for dinner, and then practically rushed out of the house to go buy all that he had asked for.

Naruto blushed-if the sight of his mom in something skimpier than a bra and her panties wasn’t enough to make him flush, that was. “Uh, mom, is that a good idea? I mean, I usually only do that to distract people, you know.” And once or twice to just look in the mirror when she was naked-before Naruto started having sex with Hinata, she was the only naked woman he’d ever seen.

“Come on, it’ll be neat. Please?” Kushina asked, as casually as if she was asking her son to do the dishes and not transform into a girl in front of a boy he’d just met.”You look so good when you do it, you’re the best in the whole village at transforming like that.” She looked to Hachiro, speaking for his benefit now. “While I bet you could stay as a girl for a whole day and night…if you wanted. And you make such a beautiful young woman.”

Naruto hesitated, face red with embarrassment. “Well, I don’t,” He looked to Hachiro, floundering, unsure, wanting some help here. It was strange that he’d turn to Hachiro for help but somehow he felt the other boy could help tell him what to do. “Is that something you’d like to see, I mean?”

“Sure it is!” Kushina said. “Naruto, do it. Transform for him.” Her eyes flashed. “Now.”

Oh, crap. That was her “Mother” voice, her head of the household voice, her “I’ve been a ninja for longer than you’ve been alive and you do not want to piss me off” voice.

“Oh-okay.” Naruto said, shuffling his feet. “I guess.”

Kushina beamed. “Great! I’ll just check on the ramen. Wouldn’t want your veggies to burn, Hachiro.” She said, like he was the favored son or something. She departed in a blur of red hair and bouncing, jiggling ass and swaying hips. The kitchen door closed behind her, which Naruto thought was odd. But it was shaping up to be an odd day.

Naruto turned to face Hachiro, feeling something shifting between him. His mother had been so insistent, and he couldn’t say no to her. But Hachiro…well, Naruto had already said he would, so he wouldn’t be back on that.

“Well?” Hachiro said, sharply. “Show me this impressive jutsu of yours. Like, now?” His arms were crossed and despite the fact that Naruto knew, on some level, that he could take this kid apart, he was somehow…intimidated? Naruto didn’t get intimidated. At least, not easily.

Still, his mother had been right. This was impressive, lots of people thought so. He’d never been embarrassed about using it before, so why start now. “Ok, then, get ready.” Naruto said, a glint in his eyes that many of his friends would have recognized. “Screw what other people think, I’m Naruto Uzumaki,” his eyes said.

His arms met in front of him, knuckles to the sides, right fist over left, index finger up. The seventeen year old’s eyes closed in a moment of concentration. Hachiro simply tapped his foot.

There was a puff of smoke, the sound of a zipper and Naruto, the hyper, brave young man was gone. In his place was a young woman, with features distinct but reminiscent of his own. Not just Naruto with tits, this was clearly a girl, with soft features, long eyelashes, and a cute, upturned mouth with bright, full red lips. Those little whisker marks remained, but Naruko’s hair was done up in two large ponytails, golden bursts of hair that trailed down to her lower back. Still dressed the same, the zipper sound was her jumpsuit being forced open under the pressure of her bust. The clothes clung to her differently, while Naruko was still athletic, it was a softer, tomboyish look. Her jumpsuit front exposed the sheer netted top underneath, showing her swanlike neck and pale skin.

Having decided to go for it, Naruko posed, hands on her hips. “So, what do you think? Pretty impressive, right?” Her voice was high and girly, full of bold energy, the kind of girl who was up for anything and certainly not a shrinking violet type. “I guess my mom was right after all, I do look good like this.” Aside from the bulging breasts, which rivaled Kushina’s in size-although they bounced quite a bit more since Naruko wore no bra-her hips were feminine, tight and curvy, going down to an ass that also stuck out from the jumpsuit.

Naruko turned, raising her hands a little like some fashion model, showing off every inch of her new form. Her jumpsuit was skin tight, hugging her ass sinfully, the pressure and strain also making her tight thighs achingly visible, begging to be touched. If the jumpsuit were any tighter, it would have either ripped or been pushed uncomfortably into Naruko’s vagina by the weight of her heavy ass. As is, Naruko couldn’t have run or jumped like this without her clothes splitting at the seams.

Naruko completed her turn, facing Hachiro again. He was closer now, and Naruko beamed at him. “Bet you’ve never seen anything like this, ehhh?” She said, teasingly, full of her pride at her own transformational powers. Other ninja might have been able to change sex, but Naruko had met no one else who could do it quite as well as he could.

She was going to say something else when a hand hooked itself around her slender teeny waist. “Huh?” She said in confusion, as Hachiro moved closer. “Hey, what are you-mmf!” She felt Hachiro’s body press against hers, and then he kissed her. Hachiro’s lips were forcefully working against hers, and Naruko could feel the warmth of his body, her massive breasts pressing against his thin chest. Her nipples poked against the inside of her mesh top in a strangely pleasurable way.

But pleasure wasn’t what she was thinking about right now. What the fuck was happening? Naruko’s hands came up and pushed at Hachiro’s bubble vest. Her eyes were wide open as she exerted, and Hachiro’s hand began to slip from her side to her back as she made a little progress. Now she could just pull back and stop this weirdo. Naruko focused her eyes through her shock and looked at his face. Hachiro’s eyes finally had an expression other than boredom in them. Hunger.

Naruko’s hands suddenly grew weak against his bubble vest. His tongue darted through her slightly spread lips, much to her disgust and anger. She tried to shout, but the sound was muffled in their mouths, her protests swallowed by his aggressive, moist kiss. They were pressed close together again, and Naruko could feel something against her thigh, something firm in Hachiro’s pants. What, did he carry a club or a metal staff or something?And why couldn’t she push him away? Even like this, Naruko was strong, it should have been easy to push this jerk over on his skinny ass. And yet, her arms felt tired. She felt heat work up in her cheeks and Naruko closed her eyes without really thinking about it. Somehow her arms went from pushing at his vest to holding it. Her tongue began to move against Hachiro’s, and her mouth opened wider.

Hachiro bit at her bottom lip, and Naruko squealed in pain and surprise. What a jerk, that hurt! But it also felt kind of…good. No, that was wrong. They were two guys, this was gross! But, well, she wasn’t a guy really, she was a girl and he was a man, kissing her hard. She kissed back, and her hands actually found some strength, gripping onto his vest as her tits mashed against his chest. She moaned into the kiss-was this what girls felt like? Was this how it was when he made out with Hinata? This was actually kinda enjoyable, even if it was wrong.

Just as abruptly as it started, the kiss broke off. Hachiro stepped back a little his hand falling away from her hip. Her anger was back, and she sputtered in disgust, unable to believe what had just happened.

“What the hell is wrong with you?!” Naruko seethed-but she was careful to keep her voice down for some reason. Hachiro smirked at her, as she poked him in the chest with one finger.

“Why did you do that, you sicko?” He chuckled a bit.

“I’m not the one who likes to turn into a big-titted girl.” Hachiro countered, not shying away from her anger in the slightest. Maybe it was hard to be intimidated by someone when you had just shoved your tongue in their mouth. Suddenly, they both heard footsteps.

Feeling unexplainably guilty, Naruko turned to face the kitchen door, and Hachiro again stepped behind him, almost exactly how she would stand with Hinata sometimes. Just as the door opened, Naruko gasped in shock as she felt Hachiro’s thin hand come up and grab her ass!

Kushina stood in the doorway, seemingly unaware of or choosing to ignore Naruko’s expression. She looked at Hachiro instead, all smiles. “Oh, good job, Naruko! Didn’t I tell you she would be beautiful?” Kushina beamed, proud of her ‘daughter’s looks in a way that would have embarrassed most children under normal circumstances. And these were definitely not normal circumstances. Naruko would have said something in her embarrassment, but she was a little distracted by the hand that was now groping her ass, fingers squeezing and caressing her through the jumpsuit.

Hachiro smiled back at the busty kunoichi, moving his hand to the other side of Naruko’s ass, palming it like a ripe melon. “Oh, you were right Uzumaki-san. I am very impressed.” He said warmly. Somewhere inside of her, Naruko felt a pang of shameful pride-this jerk thought she was beautiful. Even if he was an asshole.

“Dinner should be ready in about fifteen minutes. Then Naru-ko” Kushina said, sparing a brief glance at her ‘new’ daughter’ before returning her gaze to Hachiro’s face. “And I will set the table for you.”

“Well, that’s very kind, Uzumaki-san. But actually I wanted to talk to Naruko in my room. You know, explain what I’d like to see while I’m here.” With sudden harshness he groped Naruko’s ass, slipping a finger against her packed asscheeks-a difficult task given the tightness of the jumpsuit. Naruko tried to avoid jumping in shock. Hachiro pushed harder, forcing her underwear into Naruko’s crack. Her groin felt unbearably hot right now. “We can discuss all the fun we’re going to have together.” Hachiro added.

Kushina frowned, just for the briefest of moments. Nobody seemed to notice-Naruko was too busy getting the stuffing squeezed out of her ass, and Hachiro was taking time to fully explore the round globes with his fingers. “Well, ok.” She said slowly.

Naruko blushed slightly, leaning back against Hachiro’s hand and body. Again she felt a strange warmth throughout her body and that firmness in Hachiro’s pants-it felt even firmer, pressed up against her ass and the back of her thigh as well.This was so fucking wrong, why didn’t she hate this more. Tell her what happened! Naruko thought. Get this jerk kicked out of her house. But…she couldn’t admit that she’d just kissed another guy. Even if he’d kissed her first, and she hadn’t wanted him. It was still so embarrassing, so wrong. But she wouldn’t say anything…yet. She’d tell her parents later, definitely. Her head felt strange, buzzing with new thoughts and sensations. And wait…were they going to his room together? Alone?

Kushina turned, almost angrily on her heel and headed to the kitchen while Hachiro started walking, his hand coming up from Naruko’s ass to the crook of her elbow. Unthinkingly, Naruko walked along, reeling from what was going on. It had all happened so fast. And why couldn’t they just talk about this bastard’s trip out in the living room?

Hachiro opened the door to his room, pulling Naruko along with him. He looked to her, expectantly, and without knowing why, Naruko closed the door herself.

“Ok, so what the hell is going on? You can’t just go around-ack!” Hachiro was up against her body again, invading her personal space, pushing Naruko against the door with jarring force.

“Shut up, dummy.” Hachiro said. Well, he was a good judge of character, if nothing else. His hand grabbed her neck and began to squeeze. What the fuck! Was he trying to choke her out? Naruko’s feet kicked weakly against the floor, and her hands beat at Hachiro’s wrist-even though she knew that was stupid. If she really wanted to break his hold, she’d grab his fingers and peel them back. But she didn’t, she just sort of thrashed her head as her face grew even redder.

With a firm grip Hachiro forced the ineffectually squirming Naruko down to the ground. She felt her knees hit the ground with a thunk, but it didn’t quite register with Naruko. What did register was what Hachiro was doing with his other hand-trying to pull his pants down. He seemed to have a problem given how tight they were, so he pulled his hand away. Naruko began gasping for air, but otherwise, made no moves. “What the fuck-”

Finally, with a grunt of effort, Hachiro tugged his pants down and with a smacking noise his cock sprung out. Naruko was struck speechless-literally-as Hachiro smacked her across the face with the enormous cock.

In a small voice, she asked, “Is that real?” Fully hard now, Hachiro’s cock towered over Naruko’s face. In places she didn’t know she had, she felt tingling, a wicked, scary feeling overtaking her. This was the biggest fucking thing she’d ever seen in her life. A flash of her own penis-well Naruto’s penis (it was scary how not scary it was that Naruko thought of ‘him’ as another person) shot through her mind. It was the difference between a little tugboat and a huge cargo hauler. Aside from big, with a tip that was maybe as big around as a fucking baseball, and thick, weighty-exactly like the club she had first mistaken it for, it looked angry, swollen veins, red foreskin, deep purple head. This thing wasn’t a tool for making love, it was a weapon of flesh, punishing and…irresistible.

“For god’s sake, shut up!” Hachiro said. He grabbed her pony tails and tugged, twisting at the sensitive strands of hair. Naruko cried out in pain-again being careful not to make too much noise.

And then he shoved his cock in her mouth. Naruko tried to scream this time, forgetting the need to be quiet in her absolute shock and disgust. But with her mouth packed to the prim just by Hachiro’s cockhead, barely a whisper of sound came out. Instead she vibrated his meat, tongue thrashing as if her puny appendage could force this monster out. To Hachiro, it just felt damn good. Keeping a firm grip on her pony tails, he started shoving more of his meat inside.

Its too big! Naruko thought, thrashing her body about again. The dick tunneled inside her mouth, and her jaw was forced open so wide she thought it might dislocate, a burning sensation already spreading through her head. It was so hot, thick and hard. It tasted, well, fleshy, and kind of…salty? There was some liquid on the tip that was strange, Naruko guessed that was precome. She knew about it of course, but she had never thought she’d be tasting it while some guy she barely knew was using her mouth like she wasn’t an actual person and just some kind of sex toy. She could bit him, she knew, but instead Naruko wrenched her mouth further even more, careful not to let her teeth touch him at all.

She looked up at him, her eyes welling up with tears. Hachiro didn’t see her though, his eyes were closed in pleasure as his hips kept ramming forward, forcing Naruko’s head painfully against the door. She tried to move away from the wood grinding into the back of her head, but that forced the dick even further down her throat. She felt a weird, tickling sensation at the back of her throat-it must be that little red swingy thing, getting pushed against the roof of her throat by this enormous dick.

Naruko retched, a crude, ugly sound. Her face screwed up, as her body rebelled, trying to force this violating cock out, a hopeless task. Hachiro just kept cramming her head full of cock, and Naruko found it difficult to breathe. Her legs kicked, but it was a lot feebler this time. Oh god, am I going to die? Was this how it ended for Naruko, gagging and choking to death on some evil bastard’s elephant dong?

“Glag, glug, glugh. Hurrgg!” Her throat made terrible noises and Naruko felt spit foaming up inside her packed throat. That just made things slicker and wetter for Hachiro.

“Good girl.” He moaned, mostly to himself. After giving one good last thrust that slammed Naruko’s head against the door again, he began the long slow process of sliding out. In horror but also relief, Naruko realized he hadn’t even put the whole thing inside her mouth. Probably cause that woulda been impossible, she thought.

Once her mouth was clear, Naruko spat and coughed, hocking desperately to clear her throat. Hachiro didn’t exactly back off, he just smeared his dripping cockhead over her face, leaking precome like a loose faucet.

“Ahh! Stop, stop! You fucking pervert!” Naruko’s voice was weak, her throat hoarse.

“You sick bastard, I’m gonna-ugh, ublf!” Hachiro was back inside her, pushing his pants further down his legs so he could spread his hips. She couldn’t stop him. This was it, Hachiro was going to **** her mouth and throat, use her face like a pussy until he got off. Again he punished her throat-she swore she could feel her neck stretching. Hachiro could attest to that, it looked like Naruko had a fucking goiter as her gullet was packed full of dick.

“Fuck, your throat is so fucking tight!” Hachiro said, grunting in pleasure. The little redhead MILF had kept him half hard all day, ever since she saw him in the shower. And she hadn’t bothered to come in and do-unf-this-he thought, battering Kushina’s daughter’s face. If he was going to try to choke her to death, he had a much better chance with his prick and not his hands. Spit fairly fountained forth from Naruko’s mouth as more and more of his dick was swallowed up inside her tight, spasming esophagus.

Speaking of the MILF in question, she was inside the kitchen, fuming as she stirred a pot of ramen. She had gone out and gotten Hachiro’s favorites, and he’d barely said ‘thank you.’ He should be in here, helping her. Kushina huffed and harruphed in quiet anger. That little…prick.

Well, his prick was anything but little, of course. She had said fifteen minutes to dinner, who would care if she took a few extra minutes. Turning the flames of the stove off, Kushina was very glad she was already practically naked. She kept hearing knocking sounds from the guest room, those kids were probably moving furniture or something. One of her hands delved inside her panties and found her leaking pussy, which had been in a near constant state of arousal since the shower incident. Her bosom heaved as Kushina’s breath hitched, fingers blurring against her clitoris. With the other hand she pawed at her tits, mashing the thin top into her twin knockers-one woman’s little hand wasn’t nearly enough for the mighty titties, so she moved quickly, squeezing her nipples and palming the flesh, squeezing hard, rough. She gasped, thinking about that cock. It dominated her mind, and again she realized it hadn’t been fully hard. What would that look like?

Just the thought was enough to make her squeal, and with a sudden surge of horniness, Kushina plunged three fingers inside her cunt, thumb jammed down on her clit. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she moaned. “Hachi-rooo.” She breathed, feeling her orgasm beginning to overtake her.

“Hachiro, you motherfucker!” Naruko shouted-an extremely prescient choice of words, Hachiro thought.

“I’m a guy!” Naruko said in a strained, raspy, significantly un-guy like voice. “This is fucking wrong! Just stop right now, and I won’t say anything to anybody.” Naruko huffed, spitting out a wad of precome and drool. Her chin was absolutely coated in the stuff, and it had leaked out to land on her tits, straining at her mesh top. For some reason her nipples were hard.

Hachiro merely shook his head and reached down, tugging at the jumpsuit’s zippers. The breasts spilled forwards as the zipper rested below them, still yearning to be free. With that done, Hachiro squeezed one of the big tits as roughly as he had groped Naruko’s ass. This new sensation sent a shiver through Naruko’s body, and her protests and curses were cut off with a girly moan.

“Ooh, oh. That feels…” She cut off, choking back on her words.

Hachiro mocked her. “What? Good? You like it when I squeeze these fat fuckin tits you little slut? Of course you do, what girl doesn’t like to have her tits fondled?” He said rhetorically.

“I am NOT a girl!” Naruko’s hands formed tiny little fists at her sides. “I’m a guy, just like you and-unf!” Hachiro shut her up the hard way, again.

“No, you’re not.” He shushed her, having to speak up to be heard over the constant retching, puking sounds Naruko was making around his enormous cock. “I’m a guy, that’s why I have this big-fuckin-cock,” He timed his words with choice hard thrusts, his swaying balls connecting with Naruko’s chin before bouncing off. The saliva and drool stuck to them, making a sticky, nasty bridge of the stuff as he sawed further in her face-hole.

“And you are just on your knees getting skull-fucked. It’s what you’re meant for. Women like you are just spittoons, troughs to be filled up with sticky, hot jizz. That’s what you want, deep down inside your stupid girl minds. Your job is in the house, cleaning, cooking, and getting stuffed with dick until you can hardly walk straight.” He said cruelly. He was getting close to making this bitch take the whole thing, and he wasn’t going to stop. If she passed out, that was too goddamn bad. Still, if she choked out on his cock, that wouldn’t be as fun. Hachiro wouldn’t stop if that happened, of course, but it wouldn’t be as fun.

He pulled out, his entire dick sloppy and shiny with spit. Idly he whacked it on her face, uncaring if it hurt her or bothered, or whatever. Who gave a shit what this blonde bimbo thought? The MILF had said about fifteen minutes, and he was going to milk every second of those fifteen minutes for all he could from this tight, squeezing throat. Obviously Naruko had never been with a guy before (not that it mattered much with Hachiro’s size), and he was looking forward to taking her other two virginities as well.

As for what Naruko was thinking, she was thinking about her girlfriend, Hinata. Hinata had given Naruto blowjobs, she didn’t seem to have such a hard time of it. She mostly just bobbed up and down on the head a little and stroked the rest with her hand, one was all she needed. But of course, this thing was nearly three times the size of his dick. You don’t measure up because you’re not a real man. A voice inside her thought. That was enough to send a rivulet of girljuice down the space between her pussy and her boxers, space that was rapidly filling up and sticking too her, with excess running down her legs. Still, if Hinata could do it, she could do it.

“Oh…gawd.” Naruko moaned, the next time Hachiro withdrew, feeling her underwear stick to her inner thighs, sticky and slick with some other fluid. “Your cock is…so fuckin big.”

Hachiro scoffed. Obviously. But…he took a mini camera out, able to take videos, and trained it on Naruko’s messy, sloppy, spit-covered face. You could barely see it in the frame because his dick took up so much space.

“Say that again.” Hachiro commanded. Slowly Naruko noticed the camera, and halfheartedly brought her hands up over her mesh-covered cleavage, angry again.

“Fuck no! Get that out of my face!” Naruko retorted. Once again, she didn’t make any effort to snatch the camera from him or, you know, stand up and walk out. Although that might have been hard-he’d fucked her throat so much her muscles barely had any oxygen in them. Naruko wasn’t sure she could stand up on her own anymore.

Turning the record button off with a flick of his thumb, Hachiro held it by his side. With his other hand, he balled up a hand and smashed it into Naruko’s face, prompting another shriek of pain and surprise. It wasn’t a hard punch, it was barely a punch at all more of a close handed slap. Naruko had been hit a thousand times harder. But something about being on her knees, mouth full of sloppy spit and precome, and the ever-present threat of that dick nearby like an executioner’s axe waiting to fall…

“Say that again.” Hachiro pressured. He jammed his cock back in her throat with his free hand, and began thrusting dangerously fast. With this frenzied pace, he was able to get the whole thing inside-glancing down he could see the bulge all the way down between Naruko’sfucking huge tits, and her mesh top finally ripped open slightly at all the pressure. Pressure that Naruko thought would suffocate her, or tear her throat in two, or break her jaw, or that the impacts of his pelvis and dirty, disgusting pubic hair might smash her nose out of alignment.

Giving Naruko thirty seconds of total dick impalement, wherein she weakly gurgled, fluttered her eyes and kicked her feet, Hachiro pulled out, a long involved in process-none of Naruko’s four throat sphincters seemed to want to let his cock go, her body betraying what her mind would never say.

He flicked the camera back up. Trying to act defiant, Naruko shied her head away a bit. He nudged her stomach with his foot, roughly. “Your…cock,” Naruto gasped out, something inside breaking more painfully and thoroughly than any shattered bone.

Hachiro kicked her again, a bit more forcefully this time, prompting, insisting, refusing to be refused. “Your cock is so…fucking…big!” Naruko said. She looked up at the camera, a glare promising vengeance that would have been more effective had her face not been read with tears and covered in spit. Hachiro added a little more, hawking back and dropping a big dollop of spit on her forehead. He smushed it into her hair with his prick helmet.

Then Naruko surprised the both of them, rearing her back a bit and stretching her gaping maw impossibly, obscenely wide and popping his cockhead back in her mouth like a dog eager to get her favorite tennis ball. Hollowing her cheeks out, Naruko lunged her head forward, a sword swallower to put any circus performer to shame. Hachiro kept filming.

Naruko was thinking of Hinata again, but this time she was sucking Hachiro’s cock, her cute little white eyes squinched up from the effort. Naruko bobbed her head just like Hinata did, and reared back, keeping the oversized mushroom tip in her head. She swirled her tongue about it, leaving Hachiro fairly stunned. He was right, this bitch was just a slut-she had just been waiting for someone like him to come along. Well, if there was anyone else like him, unlikely.

Naruko tried to avoid looking up at it, but she was shamefully, painfully aware of the camera, recording every second of her own participation in this humiliating face fuck. She gagged herself willingly on more than a foot of cock, unable to swallow the whole thing. She looked up at Hachiro again, past the camera, as she had before. This time he locked eyes with her, grinning. She wasn’t looking for mercy this time. Naruko wanted help. Help taking this monster to the hilt. Hachiro flicked the camera off-he was going to need both hands for this. He was such a bastard, and he made her cunt absolutely drenched without even touching it.

“Good fucking whore!” He said, and Naruko felt a horrible thrill at those words, getting off on her own abuse. With one hand on one of her pigtails, Hachiro grabbed Naruko’s neck with the other. Crouching over Naruko and holding her like some bizarrely-shaped container for dickmeat-which it was in his estimation-Hachiro pushed, cramming every last sweaty, musky inch of his dick inside her. With his hand around her bulging neck, swollen to almost twice the size wrapped around his cock, Hachiro massaged his own prick helmet, using Naruko’s head like a masturbatory aid to jack off inside her fucking gullet. That was it, now that she was as eager for his dick as any well trained fuck-pig, he couldn’t hold off any longer.

Hachiro pulled out and Naruko’s face held a momentarily look of disappointment, her features saying ‘aw, no more?” But that quickly vanished as she remembered she wasn’t enjoying this. She was mad! But even in her addled state she knew what was coming and she snarled.

“Look, just cause I let you…don’t you dare!” And of course, she had let him, she could have stopped him a dozen different ways, but she didn’t.

Hachiro jacked his dick off desperately, inches from Naruko’s face. “You stupid jerk,” She muttered, and then she stuck her tongue out, dipping it inside his gaping piss-slit, which was nearly the size of ‘her’ whole penis tip. Somewhere they heard a voice call out “Dinner’s ready!” Kushina’s timing, fate’s idea of a cruel joke.

“Ahh, fuckk!” Hachiro said, and his cock, impossibly, seemed to swell even further. The main vain pulsed like a hose trying to force out a blockage and then fairly exploded. The first rope of jizz splattered across Naruko’s face, and she screamed at the sticky, wet, heavy sensation. This stuff was fucking thick, like oil.

“Damn you!” She shouted. If she had been thinking, she would have kept her mouth shut to avoid any possibility of tasting the stuff. But then again, maybe Naruko was acutely aware of that. And indeed, the next few shots landed in her open mouth-which felt like it would never close completely again, so sore from its stretching.

Hachiro came again and again, pointing his fleshpipe at her tits, at her face, even cruelly pressing it up against her nostrils. A lance of dickcream shot straight up her nose and, it felt to Naruko like it went up her brain. She gagged on that, choking and sputtering and Hachiro took that opportunity to plug her mouth shut. The rest of it-maybe a full liquid cup, maybe more-shot straight down Naruko’s throat to her stomach.

Hachiro pulled off, tugging slightly and sending a final shot to pile up on Naruko’s tongue, just one shot being enough to give her a good mouthful. They locked eyes again, a silent mental battle taking place. Again, Naruko lost. Or won, depending on your perspective, and with an audible, almost cartoonish gulp, Naruko swallowed this boy’s come, drank it down like it was sweet nectar.

“Open!” He shouted, slapping her face again. She did, dutifully, and he inspected, making sure she had gotten every drop. Naruko moaned, and actually rubbed her head a bit, like he was petting a dog.

“Good little slut, aren’t ya.” He breathed.

Naruko scowled, cheeks burning red. “I hate you.” She said. But she didn’t mean it. This boy and his humongous cock, which even now, soft, temporarily empty of come, made her own like a little kids, another scalding reminder of inferiority compared to her new houseguest, she didn’t hate them. She felt confused, and strange, like there were butterflies in her stomach, and not quarts of syrupy ball-batter.

Hachiro had the camera out, this time just taking pictures. “Say cheese, you stupid cunt.” He said, snapping few pictures of the ruined, almost unrecognizable Naruko. She bit the inside of her cheek, clenching her cheeks. “Fuck you” She muttered. She meant ‘fuck me’.

Hachiro hitched his pants up, performing the strange magic trick of shoving his snake back in his pants. Naruko reached out, touching it just lightly. She just wanted to touch it. She spoke, face down, pleading shamefully.

“Please, I…I have a girlfriend,” She said. Hachiro laughed and buckled his pants. Naruko continued, clutching his thighs, holding close, desperate.

“Don’t tell anyone, you can’t. Please, promise me, no one can know.”

Hachiro shrugged. “Why shouldn’t I tell someone? Why shouldn’t I tell everyone?”

Naruko shook her head, tears flying. “I’ll…I’ll letyoudoitagain.” She muttered.

Hachiro heard, but he cocked a hand to his ear anyway. “What?” He asked.

Naruko looked up, a crazy dick drunk look on her face. “I’ll suck your cock again. Just please don’t tell anyone.” She looked down at herself, her splattered, torn mesh top, her jumpsuit packed full of girlflesh, the floor splattered with spit and a few errant drops of come.

“I’m sorry I made such a mess.” Hachiro smacked her again, but it was softer, almost affectionate. She cooed and he held his hand against his cheek. Naruko nuzzled against.

“I know you are, Naruko. And next time, you’ll do a lot more than suck.” He promised. “Come on, stupid.”

They headed to the bathroom to get washed up just as Kushina knocked on the door, reminding them again of dinner. “In a minute!” Hachiro snapped, and Naruko cringed. If he spoke like that to his mother-

“Ok, Hachiro-chan! Just checking,” Kushina said, sounding cheery as ever.

Later, the trio sat down, Naruto back in his male form. He looked down at the ramen, eyeing it suspiciously. Hachiro gulped it down eagerly, again not bothering to thank Kushina in his haste-having built up quite the appetite. The redhead was just glad he was enjoying it. Her eyes went to her son-his jumpsuit pulled up all the way now.

“Naruto, what’s that on your headband?” She asked, pointing. Naruto looked down in horror, seeing a last remnant of come. Showing one of his rare flashes of intelligence, Naruto looked around the room for something to save him-one glance at Hachiro showed that he was completely disinterested. Naruto’s eyes fell on his glass of milk, and he pointed, impossibly glad like a sailor lost at sea spotting shore.

“I-I must have spilled!” He said. Kushina seemed satisfied, but slightly distrusting. Anyway she looked down, just as Hachiro looked up at Naruto. Was that something akin to kindness on his face? Probably not. Naruto drew a finger across the drying droplet and plucked it into his mouth.

He hated the taste-he told himself-and drank the rest of his milk. “I love milk,” Naruto said lamely.Hachiro muttered, “What a dummy.” Kushina tittered at that, not a thought given to reprimand Hachiro.

The MILF, in her come-soaked panties, which she thought her dinner napkin covered, the boy who had just been a throat-fucked girl, and the horse-hung teen sat and ate their ramen. Hachiro cleared his throat. “You know what, thanks for having me, Uzumaki-san. ” He looked her right in the eyes, and Kushina looked away, blushing.

“I think I’m going to like it here.”

To be continued…