Naruto: Heir Corruption

The other bathers sidled far away. Annoyed out of their minds and very disturbed by this clearly fake story. Some of them decided to call the cops but, well, that would have been a fool's errand. The Uchiha had been their police force and they'd been wiped out years ago.

Stupid Danzo.

In short, there was basically nobody to stop Hinata's story.

"That's when he started to just…" Hinata shuddered and nibbled her lip. Not just because of Ino's magic fingers. "Mmm… his muscles started growing too. He got all big and bulky and strong. Shoulders like a fucking ox. I've never seen that kind of muscle on a man before. All that stud muscle bent towards coring my slutty little bimbo pussy the fuck out. Faster and faster, he started grunting like an animal. I got that floaty, squishing feeling you get when you've got a massive beast right behind you and you just know it's there. But it was, like, sexual.

We should've stopped after the first dose. But we just couldn't. The day after we fled the scene we found another hiding spot and did it again. And again. And again and again. Every fucking day for a week. We tried lowering the dosage but by that time the damage had been done. Sure he shrank back to his original size after an hour or so. But his junk stayed huge. Naruto's spunk tanks were like softballs and his dick was as long and thick as a footlong sandwich. After a while, we didn't need any more of the drug. Now, when he doesn't get any for more than a few hours. He gets all backed up. And if a day goes by he starts jumping the walls. I've gotta babysit his massive cock now. Milk his huge nuts empty multiple times a day."

Sakura covered her mouth with a hand. "That sounds awful."

"Sounds like fun to me." Ino commented. Neither of them noticed.

Hinata wrinkled her nose. "Awful? Fuck no, it's awesome. We can fuck for, like, hours with no problem. And we cum like freight trains."

"But you drugged him." Sakura protested.

"He wanted me to. And he loves it. Turns out he's got a bukkake fetish. And now he's a one-man gangbang machine."

Sakura reeled at this overload of filth. While her best friend bit down on soft moans. Courtesy of Hinata's thigh rubbing her wet privates. If she kept that up the canal water would turn distinctively Ino-flavored.

"And the studlier he got. The sluttier I became. More confident, more assertive, more aggressive. I started wearing skimpy clothes outside to show off this hot body. It was scary at first, what with all those leering eyes on me. With no idea when or how somebody would try to accost me and force their hard dicks inside my wet holes. But then I thought; wait a motherfucking second here. I'm a goddam jonin. I could split their asses in half before they got their saggy dicks out. So I stopped worrying and embraced the really slutty stuff, like thongs and bra-tops and fancy piercings. And Naruto fucking loved how sexual I'd become. Like some kinda dirty butterfly spreading her wings at last. Now I just let it all hang out and nobody can stop me."

Ino tried to swallow a whine but half-choked on it. Hinata kissed the rest of the sound away. Lips-to-lips, tongue-to-tongue. Sakura swore she saw stars explode in her friend's eyes. By chance, a ripple of water got in her mouth. Hmm… brown sugar and pineapple. Yep, that was Ino all right.

Breathless, the two women came up for air. Mouths linked by a tiny strand of drool. Sakura suddenly felt a little left out. Not that she liked girls! No definitely not!

"So… yeah that's how shit's been for me. How's the wife life treating you girls?" Hinata poked Ino's cheek. Just enough stimulation to break her out of her daze.

Ino didn't know how the hell she was going to follow up that banger of a story? She couldn't just clam up now that she was on the spot.

"So, yeah. Uh, funny story. Turns out a guy's looks doesn't always translate to how good he is in bed. Sai has trouble with…" Ino trailed off. Figuring out how to be polite about it. "He doesn't… Can't…" She gave up. "Okay fuck it, here it goes. Sai couldn't find my g-spot with a compass and a fucking map."

Sakur and Hinata both stared for several seconds. Somewhere, a dramatically appropriate pin dropped. Hinata damn near busted a tit laughing, while Sakura tried to soften her friend's confession.

"H-he can't be that bad, can he?" She prompted. But Ino wouldn't be deterred now.

"Oh, you'd better bet your sexy ass he is. It's all just so… mechanical with him. He's still hot as fuck but all that ROOT training messed him up. He couldn't tune into what I'm feeling if somebody put a kunai to his throat. And I know that's not his fault and I hate to be one of those girls that get all fixated on a guy's size but on top of all that he's kind of…" She started to babble. Then trailed off.

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Hinata held up two fingers in a pinching motion. Without much more than a centimeter of space between them. Ino stared at her gesture, then broke down into a fit of mortified giggles. That was the break in tension they all needed.

"Oh god you're right."

Sakura put a hand on her friend's shoulder. Mock serious, she did her gravest bad-news-doctor voice. "Miss Yamanaka. I'm very sorry, but your husband is a dicklet. I'm afraid it's terminal."

If there had been a roof overhead, the girls would have blown it off. And you had better believe they annoyed everybody in earshot with their guffaws. Ino laughed so hard she cried. While Sakura chuckled through her nerves, in hopes that the spotlight wouldn't fall on her next.

"So, what about you, pinkie?" Hinata asked.

…Crap.

Sakura turned all coy again. "Oh, uh. Nothing nothing. Sasuke's fantastic at sex. Just the absolute best."

Ino and Hinata both leaned in. Smushed together side-to-side.

"So, what makes Sasuke so good?" Ino asked.

"Um, what?" Sakura stammered. She poked her index fingers together.

"You heard her, girlfriend. It's your turn on the chopping block." Hinata said.

"Oh you know, just normal stud things. Heh heh…" Sakura licked her lips. "You know, he goes down on me every night."

Ino pursed her lips, unconvinced. Hinata crushed her new girltoy closer to her.

"Wanna tell us how?"

"I-I don't know what you mean."

Ino cut in. "Of course you do. How does Sasuke eat you out? Does he start with his tongue? Does he spit on his fingers before he gets all up in there?"

Sakura's whole face lit up red. "Well I-I don't know! He just does it. I, I never paid attention."

Now they really didn't believe her.

"Girl, how can you not pay attention when your rug's getting munched?" Hinata grilled her.

"Yeah what she said. I've done it lots of times and let me tell you, if you do it right your victim wouldn't notice their house on fire. You'd have to be a robot to not notice someone snaking on your cherry." Ino added.

"Okay! Okay! Enough with the innuendo." Sakura tried to defuse the lewd situation. But Ino cupped her chin and scritched her weak spot.

…Crap.

"Come on, Sakura. Spill it. Air your damn grievances already." Hinata said, then leaned over and whispered to Ino. "Dang, she really likes that. You've gotta teach me that."

"Sure, it's no big trick though. All you need to do is cup her chin just like so." Ino demonstrated. Hot shivers trickled down Sakura's spine. "And then you scratch with the nail on your middle finger like this."

Sakura's squirmed her hips against the smooth canal floor and whimpered like a stuck puppy. After a few more demonstrations, Hinata tried next. Ohshitshewasevenmoreaggressive!

"Come on, Sakura. You can tell us anything." Ino purred.

"Yeah, tell us how bad he sucks." Hinata scratched a little harder.

"He's… He's not that bad in bed…"

Scritch scritch scritch.

"Mmmm…<3 Okay okay maybe he's just average."

Scritch scritch scritch.

"B-below average?"

Scritch scritch scritch.

Sakura felt a fuse blow in her brain. "Alright fine! I don't know if he's any good! He's never around! Ever! I know he can teleport wherever he wants because of his rinnegan! I've seen him do it! He could be railing me every night but he doesn't bother!"

Sakura's dopamine-infused rant reached a volume so high it banished everybody in the general vicinity. Even Hinata looked a little concerned with how many people she was disturbing.

"He just can't be assed to spend time with his own wife! Hell, I'd take a guy with a three-inch baby penis by this point! At least he'd put some fucking effort into our marriage!"

 Sakura closed off with a shrill scream. She hadn't raised her voice in years. You'd think her lungs would have gotten rusty but nope. Ino and Hinata both cleaned out their ears. They didn't know how long she'd been holding that in for. Sakura came down from her rant slowly with long gasps of air. Realizing, at last, the secret she'd let out.

"Oh god I'm sorry. I wasn't supposed to say that. I—"

Scritch scritch scritch.

"Mmm…<3"

"It's okay, Sakura. We've gotcha." Ino comforted her in the only way she knew how. Hinata did the same. Reaching around her prey's shoulders to join in. Two naughty middle fingers at once pacified her.

Her theory more than proven now. Hinata figured it was time to steer this conversation back on track. A one-way express trip onto her husband's enormous dick.

"Well seeing how you both rolled gutterballs with your marriages. I'm just gonna throw this out there. My man's open for business. Any time. Anywhere."

That got their attention. Ino perked up, interested. While Sakura tried really hard to not look so desperate for a good hard dicking.

"But you two are married, aren't you?" She protested.

Hinata shrugged. "So what? We screw other people all the time. I can pop a dick easier than a soda can. And Naruto's basically got a whole harem to himself."

"A harem? You know this isn't an anime, right?" Ino asked.

"Damn straight it is. And considering how he fucks? This isn't some pussy-ass isekai bullshit either. We're all hentai up in this bitch." Hinata coughed. "Anyway, all I'm saying is you girls don't have to settle for crap sex. If you two ever wanna really get your muffins stuffed. Well… offer's on the table."

Hinata went back to her Tequila sunrise. She let that hang, waiting for one of her prey to take the bait. Sakura triggered Hinata's trap first.

"You know we can't just cheat on our husbands, right?" She looked to Ino. "Right?"

Ino didn't seem so concerned.

"Right?"

"Huh…? Oh yeah sure. Totally right. I'm not cheating on Sai. Nope, never." Suddenly she wasn't sweating from the heat.

Hinata shrugged. "Eh, no skin off my nose. Now I don't know about you two but if I sweat any more my tits are gonna shrink. So why don't we find someplace a little cooler yeah?"

That was when she went for the kill. She'd been waiting for this moment all day. Hinata braced her hands on the canal's edge and pushed up. Ino and Sakura got no time to react. And only a split second of shock as two immense, spheroid whelms of water bulged from the surface. Inches from their faces.

"Holy shit—!"

Splash! Splash!

A wave smacked both girls square across the face. Blinding them to the ultra-buxom rise of their friend. By the time they'd rubbed the water away, Hinata towered over them. Wet, buck-ass naked and with her hands on her hips. Heavily pregnant and with balloonish teardrop tits the size of overblown basketballs bolted to her chest. She cast a deep, dark, and very curvy shadow over her friends.

A fuse in Sakura's head blew. And her jaw hit the ground so hard it made a splash all its own. Ino had to actively stop herself from getting a nosebleed. Those breasts, overshadowing that belly. Good god, Hinata was built like a fertility goddess.

"Oh yeah. I forgot to mention. Chugging Naruto's cum gave me massive porno tits. Consider that a side benefit. So, if either of you amateur sluts ever wanna be stacked like the fucking hokage monument…" She preened a little and flipped her hair.

Hinata strutted past them. She cut an outrageous outline through the steam. Several of their fellow bathers averted their eyes. Others gawped in shock. Others in awe. A few jealous spinsters folded their arms and tsked. Whispered to each other about what a tacky bitch she was. Hinata didn't care what her fellow females said behind her back. Because none of them had the balls to say it to her face.

Hinata rested a hand on the railing up. One foot on the bottom step. She called out to her friends again.

"You bitches coming or what? The sun's going down and the night's still young. We've gotta celebrate your first day back home."

Hinata didn't wait for them. She strutted up the stairs and wrung out her hair as she went. An older woman ducked way out of the world-class bimbo's path. And covered her young daughter's eyes from what had to be the worst female role model she had ever crossed paths with.

Ino and Sakura scrambled to catch up. Hinata cut a swathe through the naked crowds. Parted the crowds of women like the red sea. And wracked their hearts with either contempt or jealousy. Two weeks after that day, the rate of breast augmentation surgery in the village tripled.

They changed together and in silence. The two ordinary friends listened for their over-busted third musketeer curse and wobble and stuff herself back into her clothes. Once they were all clothed, they made their way into Konoha's streets first. Hinata lagged behind them some. What with the six-inch stilettos she was wearing.