Over the next few hours, I fucked Hinata some more. I pounded her with the relentless stamina of a ninja training for war!
I did her in various positions to make sure her hymen was fully stretched out and upped the intensity and the size of my penis to the point she should be able to take a good pounding from anyone. By the end, she was taking the full length of my transformed seven-incher without even wincing, her walls slick and accommodating.
I also helped her improve her blowjob technique. She seemed to have an oral fixation as she loved kissing and sucking on my fingers and my dick. She attacked it with an enthusiasm that was equal parts adorable and depraved.
I had to explain basic biology to her, what semen was, its slang terms, and how it could get a woman pregnant. I treated it like a mission briefing, breaking down the mechanics of reproduction vs. recreation—that seemed to help her learn faster.
I eventually remembered to use the transformation jutsu to grow some testicles, and I taught her what they looked like and what they were for. I moulded the chakra carefully, adding weight and texture to the sack, making it realistic to the touch. She loved to suck them and especially loved how they satisfyingly slapped against her chin.
I explained that my transformed penis’s semen was inert and, although it tasted, looked, smelled and felt like the real thing, it couldn’t get anyone pregnant. It was a perfect simulation created from my medical knowledge of bodily fluids—viscous, salty, and warm.
Testicles, for me, were entirely cosmetic as I didn’t need them to produce my fake cum, and I preferred having a pussy under my penis instead of balls during sex for receiving greater oral pleasure and taking while giving during group sex. But for training purposes, she needed the full package.
Hinata REALLY liked cum play; Kou would have been happy. She loved the taste and texture of it, swirling it around her mouth like fine wine.
And with her oral fixation, she enjoyed eating out my pussy and sucking on my transformed balls when I brought them out. She would alternate between the shaft and the sack, her tongue working overtime.
As I sat naked on my couch while Hinata practised her deepthroat technique on my ten-inch dick—I’d grown it a bit more just to test her limits—I realised we had a problem.
Choke! Slurp! Choke! Slurp! Choke!
“Ah… Hi-Hinata… UH!… I-I don’t own any re-real clothes… FUCK! Ah!… An-And the ones you ca-came he-here in are all cov-covered in c-c-cum…” My voice cut off into a long, satisfying sigh as I started to cum.
“Ahhhh!” Spurt! Spurt! Spurt!
Slurp! Choke!… Gulp! Gulp!
“Hey! Listen to me, cum-slut!”
As I was unloading, I stood up and pulled her head into my crotch with both hands, locking her in place.
My cock reaching down her throat seemed to get her attention, finally. I could feel the pulse of her throat around the head of my dick.
Her eyes finally opened wide, and she stared up at me, tears pricking the corners from the depth of the intrusion.
I held her there for a few minutes as I came. I pumped gallon after gallon of fake semen into her stomach, ensuring she got the full experience of a high-stamina partner.
Spurt! Spurt! “Fuck! Take it, bitch! AHH!”
When I was eventually done, I yanked my cock out of her throat with a wet pop, and she fell back onto the cum-stained floor.
My entire living room was covered in cum, and so was Hinata. It looked like a slug summons had exploded in here. White slime dripped from the sofa and the coffee table, pooling on the floorboards.
We left her pants on the floor, so they were no better. They were a soggy mess.
She never took off her jacket, headband, sandals, or shirt, so they were soaking too. The fabric was heavy with fluid, clinging to her skin.
She looked up at me from the floor; her white eyes were barely discernible, her once black hair matted white against her dripping face. She looked like a masterpiece of debauchery.
She raised her cupped hands to her mouth, catching a drip from her chin.
Ssslurrppp! “AH!… I want to try it in my butt…”
Then she looked up at me with hunger in her eyes. I had created a monster.
“By the Sage, what have I done?!” Sigh… “Time enough for that later, Hinata! We’ve got to get you cleaned up and dressed! You can use the transformation jutsu, right? I think you should try using it to make clothes. That’s what I do.”
She seemed to be out of it. All she did was reach for my cock whenever I got close, like a moth to a flame.
So I transformed my dick away, returning my crotch to its natural, smooth state, and tried to peel the remaining clothes and headband off. They made wet squelching noises as I stripped her.
I then picked her up, carried her bridal-style to my bathtub, laid her in, and climbed in too.
I pulled down my showerhead and held Hinata steady as I hosed down her face and hair. The pressure of the water helped snap her out of her trance slightly.
I wasn’t skilled enough in water-style jutsu to summon water out of nowhere, so I had to keep her there while I ran the tap of my bathtub.
As the tub filled, the warm water began to look like milk. The sheer volume of fluid washing off us was impressive.
“Hey! Hinata! Are you with us again?!”
After cleaning most of the cum off her face, scrubbing the sticky white residue from her eyelashes, I gave her a few light slaps on the cheek.
I finally saw some life behind the veil of semen. Her eyes focused.
“Sakura… That was amazing… Can we do it agai—?!”
I sprayed her in the face with my shower hose again.
“Down, girl! Naruto should be returning to the village at any moment now. We’ve got to get cleaned up and ready to meet him, but your clothes are drenched. I say we focus on cleaning just the headband and burn the rest. I’ll try to teach you how to form new clothes with the transformation jutsu.”
Spit! “N-Naruto…”
And like that, the old, shy Hinata was back. During our sexcapades, she seemed to open up. She was nothing like the usual Hinata and didn’t shy away from anything I told her to do.
She was even honest enough to tell me what she wanted me to do to her.
“Come on! Channel that inner cum-slut! The confidence and lack of shame you just showed me are the very qualities that will allow you to take any man you want!”
“I-If y-you s-say so-so…”
She said that and then looked down at the white water with her eyes closed, her cheeks flushing red.
“For fuck’s sake, Hinata! We are literally naked, alone in a bath together, covered in cum after hours of hardcore sex! That proves you can be more confident than that!”
I tried to boost her confidence as we continued to wash our fluids, mainly mine on her, off each other. I scrubbed her back, and she scrubbed mine, the intimacy of the bath replacing the raw lust of the living room.
After we got out and dried ourselves, the cool air hitting our damp skin, I told Hinata the basics of transforming jutsu clothes around your body.
It’s relatively simple; you can clothe yourself if you can pull off a convincing transformation jutsu into another person. You just have to maintain it subconsciously at all times.
Since I was a kid, I’d always had excellent chakra control, so I could maintain transformed clothes twenty-four/seven by that point. It was like breathing for me now.
The chakra I expended to keep my clothes formed was less than the chakra I created passively throughout the day.
So the only way my clothes would come undone is if I undid them or was knocked unconscious.
While Hinata was practising transforming her chakra into clothes, weaving the energy over her skin to mimic fabric, I started the process of cleaning her headband.
I ran it under my kitchen sink and scrubbed it with a rag and detergent. It wouldn’t be dry in time, but it was free of stains or smells.
Hinata got the hang of maintaining her chakra clothes rather quickly. She went with her usual outfit as that was the easiest to visualise. She also had excellent chakra control, so it made sense.
“I was planning on just using this technique until I got back to my home and had the chance to change into real clothes, but this is rather useful. No need to iron or clean them.”
“Yeah, Hinata. But remember that if they are damaged too much, they will pop away just like any substitution or shadow clone. I don’t mind being naked in public, but you might.”
Ninjas didn’t wear heavy armour. And none of the clothes we wore could even stop kunai, and the chainmail armour was useless. I assumed it was just a holdover from when non-ninjas fought ninjas with normal strength and weapons.
So even on missions, I didn’t bother wearing real clothes. It was a tactical choice… No, for real.
If someone did hit me, the puff of the clothes dissipating into white smoke acted like an automatic smoke bomb, and the shock of them seeing me naked often gave me a chance to counterattack. Distraction is a valid ninja tool, after all… Yeah, I also got an exhibitionist kick out of it. Sue me!
As a medical ninja, I often needed to carry medical supplies, combat wire, shurikens and kunai. When I went on missions, I would wear genuine belts with pouches for ninja tools and supplies on my body.
Having those in fake clothes and pouches could lead to me losing it all if I took a good hit.
“W-Well… I think I’m ready.”
“Do the sexy pose I taught you when we discussed body language.”
Hinata went red but attempted it anyway. She struck a pose with both arms folded behind her head, with her hips and ass pushed to one side, accentuating her curves.
“L-Like t-this…?”
“Perfect.”
I walked past her to my front door, slapping her ass as I did so.
Smack!
“Kyaa!”
We both walked out of my apartment, and I locked the door. I put the key in the secret pocket under my headband, where I kept the summoning paper with the dildo that I gave to Hinata.
We walked back through the village to the Hokage’s Office Building. The sun was high, and the village was bustling.
As we were about to separate for Hinata to head back to the Hyuuga Clan, we heard a voice, and both looked up to a nearby tower.
“Everyone! Naruto Uzumaki is back in the Hidden Leaf Village!”
My heart skipped a beat.
I quickly ran towards the tower. I turned my head back while running and saw Hinata standing frozen.
“Come on, Hinata! We’ve got to welcome Naruto back!”
She finally started moving and followed after me.
Naruto was already back on the ground by the time we got there. He was with Master Jiraiya, Konohamaru and Konohamaru’s teammates, Udon and Moegi. I ran and hugged him, pressing my body firmly against his.
“Narrutooo!”
He seemed shocked. While I hugged him, I looked past his shoulder at Master Jiraiya and licked my lips, giving the old pervert a show.
No one besides Master Jiraiya saw. I lowered my hands and squeezed Naruto’s butt, feeling the firm muscle through his pants.
“Sa-Sakura!”
He pushed me off him, his face flushing, and I finally got a good look at him. He got a lot taller; he was now taller than me. He looked more mature with a stronger jaw and build. He radiated power now, but still had that same goofy energy.
He still wore an orange tracksuit, but now it had more black, and he lost the white puffy bit around his collar.
I never spent much time with Master Jiraiya, but he looked the same as when he left with Naruto—big, loud, and radiating perverted energy.
I smiled at him, reached up and gently grasped his chin, forcing him to look at me.
“Naruto… you got so handsome…”
I saw his eyes quickly scan over my new appearance. They widened as they took in the view.
Mainly my dark pink jacket, zipped far down, showing off my massive boobs and tight black hotpants stretching to contain my enormous ass. I saw his gaze linger on my cleavage.
“And y-you look so sex— I mean be-beautiful!”
I made an exaggerated wave of my hand and pretended to blush.
“Do you really think so…”
Konohamaru rolled his eyes at his friends while Master Jiraiya just gaped at me and drooled.
I noticed no one was paying attention to Hinata, who was just standing behind me, muttering to herself, so I walked back and pulled her over by the arm.
I whispered into her ear before presenting her in front of him.
“…Just tell him it’s good to see him and ask how he’s been…”
“Naruto, you remember Hinata, right?”
Naruto also looked up and down at Hinata before muttering under his breath. His eyes nearly popped out of his skull when they landed on her chest.
“…Did something happen to the water while I was gone…”
“Er… Nar-Naruto… It’s good to see you! H-How have y-you been…?”
He finally drew his eyes away from her chest—it took some effort—and looked up at her.
“So bi— I mean, I’ve been great! I’ve gotten a lot stronger!”
He blew past her and came up to me again. Hinata looked really hurt. Typical Naruto, completely oblivious to everything but the most obvious things.
“Sakura, how are your ti— I mean, how are you doing?”
Giggle! “Oh, I’m fine! I’ve trained in medical ninjutsu under Lady Tsunade and taijutsu with Rock Lee. Lady Tsunade taught me how to use chakra to increase my strength, and Rock Lee has been teaching me techniques and the Eight Gates. But I’m nowhere near as good as either of them yet…”
“Pervy-Sage taught me how to use chakra nature. It turns out I’m a wind user! Then he took me to a place called Mt. Myoboku. We spent a lot of time there, and I learned sage jutsu from the frogs that trained him.”
“That’s great! Well, I was told to bring you to Lady Tsunade when you got back. Also, tonight we are all having dinner at Ichiraku Ramen to welcome you back, then a party at the Shushu-ya bar. Everyone from our old class will be there. Isn’t that right, Hinata?!”
“Er… Y-yes…”
“Hinata, you go home and practise those ‘jutsus’ I taught you. Make sure you wear that dress we picked out when you come to Ichiraku’s.”
I dragged both Naruto and Master Jiraiya away by the arms, sandwiching them between my strength. Both of them couldn’t stop staring at my tits as they jiggled with the movement.
Konohamaru left with his friends, muttering something about not getting a chance to show off his new sexy jutsu to Naruto.
“My, my, Sakura. You’ve grown… How would you like to help me with my ‘research’ sometime…?”
“I’d be happy to, Master Jiraiya. Hey, Naruto! Say goodbye to Hinata!”
“I’ll need shadow cl— Oh, yeah! Bye, Hinata!… Five should do it.”
He waved back at Hinata without turning around.
After a few seconds of silence, she ran in the direction of the Hyuuga Clan, and the three of us headed inside the Hokage’s Office Building.
