Naruto: Heir Corruption

Hinata glided to a nearby shelf. Laden with all manner of phallic toys and unlabeled bottles. She retrieved and flask of baby oil. Before Tsunade could ask what that was for, she'd snapped off the cap and upended it all on the slug princess' famous bust.

"Use your tits. He's in a paizuri mood tonight." Hinata instructed. Then shoved Tsunade into the danger zone.

Naruto's glazed eyes opened red as she approached. Nostrils flared as he smelled a woman's scent. Aged but still good. Teeth clenched as he thrashed in his binds. Red chakra wisped steam-like off his skin.

"Woman…" He growled. "Pussy…"

Tsunade gulped and called out his name. All but demanded through quivering lips that he speak to her. But he did not respond, all the blood had been sucked out of his brain. There was nothing else to try now. This would be no different from her normal work, right? Naruto was sick and he needed her help.

She knelt and knee-walked between the brute's legs. That ludicrous lever pulsed in happiness as her legendary breasts approached. Cupped and lifted in her expert hands. She mushed them about his thick rod. And gasped at the sheer girth of his demonic shaft. She had to really work to get her tits around it.

Musky shaft filled her vision. It bopped her nose, heavy like an anaconda's body. Its sheer heat warmed her breasts from the inside. Cleared away old cobwebs and lit up long-neglected pleasure nerves deep inside them.

She'd given Dam the same treatment many times. But he'd only ever been, well, average. And her breasts would swallow his member with ease. It had always given her a lovely thrill. To see her mighty bust devour a man's sensitive joystick. To see some cocky would-be stud twitch and moan with the littlest squeeze or shimmy. She loved the control of it.

But this was different. Hell, it was the complete opposite. She'd never imagined any man could utterly dominate her breasts like this. Their roles were reversed, and she couldn't pretend she hated it.

Feminine instinct took over, and the slug princess heaved her boobs up and down. Gloppy and sloppy loud, over-lubed courtesy of Hinata. Shiny slickness intermingled with the cum dried on her lover's epic shaft. Her arms weren't enough, she engaged her core too and bounced that way. And finally resorted to a full-on squat. That gave her the range she needed to titty-wrangle his obscene trouser snake.

All this together barely got her tits halfway up his shaft.

Down and up and down again, Tsunade made her tits dance. Old skills came back, and she shimmied them. Bounced them alternately and battered the hideous log with all their weight. All while it's bulging underside smushed against her cheek. And the whorehouse-stench of pussy filled her nose.

It didn't take much. Hinata had tittyfucked him to the brink and held him there for hours. To savor her beast's sexual torture. Tsunade pushed him over the edge. She heard his nuts gurgle. Followed by the almost inaudible squelch of sexual machinery opening wide, primed to fire. Naruto let out a guttural snarl, fangs clenched as male slime gurgled through his pipe. Slowly, it got stuck more than once. And Tsunade had to massage it going again.

One shouted warning from the twins was all she got before SPLUUURRRCCHHH!!! Naruto erupted. Thick ropes flew overhead and spattered earthward. All over Tsunade, who shrieked in surprise and tried to stem the flow. She tried to pinch his tip but made the next rope to erupt harder still… square into her shocked open mouth.

Slimy spunk pooled thick between Tsunade's tits and covered her face. Blinded she staggered two steps back. Her swollen tits slipped slimy off his flesh. But all that did was drop all the cum between her tits spattering down her front like a sheaf of white paint.

Tsunade coughed and wiped the semen from her eyes. Only to have yet another gluey load spatter all over her stomach. "Gwah! Kuh kuh… what the fuck?"

It was too much; the pheromones hit and turned her legs to jelly. Bit by bit, as Naruto's stored up orgasm finally tapered off, our hero's gaze dimmed and dimmed. Until her eyes were dull. She collapsed in a puddle of steamy seed. Hair matted and limbs rag-dolled this way and that. Bit tits all spunk spattered as they heaved with gasped breaths.

"Hmm. Maybe blue balling him for two whole days wasn't such a good idea." Hinata pondered Tsunade's spunk-blasted outline. Then she shrugged. "Eh, fuck it. That shit was hot."

The primal light died in Naruto's eyes. His head sagged and his whole body deflated to almost its old height. Hulkish stud muscles shrank to compact leanness. Those nasty spunk tanks reduced as well. Slowly until they were only(!) as big as oranges. And thank god for his penis, because apparently it was a grower. Though even at his flaccid length he could have shamed any male pornstar's full erection.

But he didn't escape unscathed. He was taller still, if only a few inches. Hinata still had him beaten in height, but not by nearly as much.

"Guh… Jeez my head." Naruto came back to his senses. "What the hell happened? I feel like I'm down a quart of fluid."

Then he noticed Tsunade. Who lay twitching and topless in a puddle of off-white breeding sludge. Jarred by spasm after orgasmic spasm. Honey-gold eyes glazed in both senses of the word. Cum burbled in her open mouth.

"Oh, hey granny. So Hinata wants to change you next, huh?"

Tsunade tried to say 'Don't call me that, brat.'

"Aaaahhhggglllackurglecum…"

…Meh, close enough.

Hinata fussed over her boyfriend with care that she showed nobody else. She unlocked and manacles and insisted that he finish this bottle of Gatorade. She'd shoved it into his hands. And while he rehydrated, she fixed his hair and cleaned the sweat and semen off him with a soft sponge. All while she petted and snuggled him, a reward for being such a good stud.

The twins had less glamorous work. Semen could be a real bitch to clean. But they were prepared. And a specially installed hose made the work easy. They even sprayed clean Tsunade's exhausted form with the the icy water.

How nice.

Our belabored heroine got home late that night. Soaked and clothes ruined. She'd had to stuff herself into a spare set of workout clothes. Courtesy of the twins. To say the top was tight around the chest was an understatement.

…Maybe tighter than usual? She was too exhausted to follow that little thought thread. Either way, there was some serious tittybulge going on under her chin. Thank fuck nobody went out this late.

Tsunade sold her modest flat for a bargain the very next day. She moved downtown and bought a small house next to the Uzumaki home. Like most of her life, it was spartan on the inside. With bare walls, a fridge full of TV dinners (no TV though), and dusty furniture. But none of that mattered. After all, this empty shack wasn't really her home.

Home was right next store.