Naruto: Heir Corruption-Chapter 38: Thrill

Hinata had re-arranged the basement. The tile area was larger than before. Naruto's chair had been moved off to one side. Chains and all. The fact they could fully inflate a kiddie pool down here and still have space to spare was a testament to just how much room the uzumakis really had.

Rectangular and built from three concentric rectangle inner tubes. Vaguely shaped like a bath tub; for a giantess. Ino figured she'd have to be nearly 10 feet tall to fill the thing's full length.

"And you're going to fill this thing?" Tentative, Ino poked the big inflatable.

"Yup, that's the plan." Naruto's grin disturbed her. Not just because of his long and pointed eyeteeth. Sheer confidence as well. It was uncanny.

"Yeah but, this thing's huge." Ino said. "You're not gonna dilute it at all? I know you pump out a ton of nut gravy but..."

"Trust me, girl. My man knows what he's doing." Hinata drawled over her shoulder. Intent in her measuring of of the proper dosage.

"Ehhhhh... kind of." Naruto wavered his hand.

A medical procedure, this wasn't. Ino could see the words HORSE STUD JUICE printed across the mason jar's printer paper label. Electric blue fluid, thin and sloshy, drew into the syringe piercing its lid. Two needles in total, brimming with the livestock-grade sex drug. One full dose for each testicle.

Hinata herself had to stand sideways to the table. Straight on wasn't an option, on account of her ZZ-cup tits and shiny round pregnant belly. Ino gulped, she might end up as massive as Hinata. Fuck, how would she function at that size?

But this was what she'd asked for. 'Fast growth' had been the operative words of her request. Not over weeks, like Sakura, but mere minutes. The body of her wildest, wettest dreams. A vessel of soft flesh and bottomless flesh that'd finally, finally, match the sexual seethe in her subconscious. She couldn't back down now. All she had to do was endure, and then she'd be free.

Fidgety, Ino adjusted the straps of her bikini. Conventionally shaped and fully covering of her backside. Breasts plump and full inside the triangular cups. Dark navy like her normal clothes, she ensured the tie-on sides were properly knotted. Normally she was the most confident woman in the room. But these two viscerally sexual lovebirds put her on edge.

Hinata finished filling the syringes. With shockingly easy effort she about faced and strutted to her husband's side. Syringes clutched in one hand while the other rubbed her huge pregnant belly. Sharp nails scraping the dark line down its middle. While the syringe points did the same to her plump and shiny red lips.

Naruto willingly sat in his chair. Kinglike in its positioning at the head of the pool. Naked as he always was at home now. Forearm-sized cock soft and hanging off the front. Pushed out by the his meaty orange scale testicles. Leaden heavy in their smooth sack. Hinata squatted between her true love's spread knees. Toned, shapely ass parked square on the pool's air-filled edge. Dozens of pounds of sensual weight forced the inflatable to bulge away from her. Its rubber skin creaked. It was easy to forget just how damn heavy Hinata had become.

Hesitant, Ino padded around the pool. Morbidly curious. Hinata had only described this procedure. She needed to see this for real.

Hinata offered her tits to him, back arched. The perfect cushions for such full spunk tanks. With a showy grunt of effort she draped his big dick over her shoulder. Softness cradled the patriarch's nasty gonads. His head lolled back with a heady 'Ah.' Hinata warmed up her husband's scrotum with kisses. Extra spitty, sloppy and pampering. And then...

"Arrrgh...!!"

Naruto howled and bucked. But that only drove the needle deeper into his left nut. A plunger depressed, drugs not meant to enter a man's body flooded his testicle. Sizzling spicy heat. Hinata dropped the empty syringe and struck the other. Viper smooth she doped his other ball.

Another howl split the air. Ino covered her mouth to stifle a gasp. Holy shit, this qualified as sex for them?! Clawed fingers interlaced. Locked together. Hinata held her hubby's hands. Comforted him while the lewd chemicals sizzled his scrotum.

It began with a groaning, a gurgling. Not from the man's throat but his crotch. Fleshy bubbling like a water balloon inflating with borax slime. Skin made those groans, his skin. The skin of his cock and his balls. Rapid pulsations right before Ino's frightened eyes.

He thrust UP with every inch of length gained. Squirmed with every new centimeter of girth. Thrashed and played the part of the captive beast. The rape monster in bondage. Hinata hissed at the weight of his nuts. Determined to not be left behind by his penis. They bloated up as well. Gurgly glurching with semen and lust-mutated flesh.

Bigger... BIGGER! Harder by and second, Naruto's dick stiffed. Rose off his wife's shoulder until it stood straight up. Only for gravity to push it further back and slap onto his stomach. Rock hard it bounced off his abs.

Throb-throb! Throb-throb! Throb-throb! As big around as a baseball but still gaining girth. A broad, purplish-pink glans crept up his torso. Within minutes of his thrashes and grunts and snarls, it reached his ribs. Now more like a softball it still pushed up his chest. Slimy with precum, unable to stop drooling. His cock narutally lubed itself. More rugged, more veiny and club-like by the second.

The scent hit her. Primal lust flooded Ino's girly brain. Followed by fear hormones. Fight or flight triggered and she covered herself on reflex. Slender white armscovering her breasts. Covering her crotch. Oh god, the smell. He smelled his a stud~<3

All her willpower bent toward stiffening her fingers. Before she started touching herself right there.

"Fuckin'... Fuuuuuck!" Naruto growled.

"That's it babe, grow for mama." Hinata kissed his inflating balls. "Give us lots of that good hot stuff<3"

"You're gonna... pay for this..."

Hinata gave him a wicked smile. "Oh, you'd better, big man. After a dose like that? You'll have to blow my back out~"

The terrifying size his balls reached didn't inbtimidate her in the slightest. Even though they could easily fill her husband's lap. Vaguely egg shaped but still mass enough to reach his knees. Those man gravy factories churned. Pumping out tons of thick nut glop...

Ino's knees hit the floor. Helpless she knelt before the king and queen. Lips parted in steamy pants. There was no way she'd ever keep up with these two! It was impossible! But she wanted to. She wanted to so bad...

Naruto's cock peaked. Bulged all veiny, ugly in its rippling finger thick skin of phallic veins. Testicles marred by stretch marks. It was hideous<3 19 inches of thick vein-choked cock. The kind of overly detailed, fetishized penis a porn consumer'd expect to see on a futanari. Not a man. But there it was, dribbling spits of tacky precum down his chest. Following the rivulets of his muscles. Hinata licked it ALL up. Working the sexual slime into her mouth. Holy essence with which she anointed his mutated flesh scepter. Kiss after sloppy fluid administering kiss.

Red-eyed berserk with animal sounds. He saw Ino. Frozen like a doe staring down a rifle barrel, for a long moment she saw madness in his eyes. Demonic madness. Sexual madness. Jekyll had lost to Hyde. Suddenly she was backwards on all fours. Shakily crab-walking backwards, desperate to escape. She put the pool between her and him.

Naruto surged upright. A wall of hulking muscle. But Hinata pushed him back down again.

"Breathe baby, breathe." Bad bitch persona abandoned. She placated him with more cock-kisses. "Focus."

"Woman... Pussy..." He grunted.

"That's right, baby. Woman and pussy. And her pussy's gonna be even better once we..." She trailed off to prompt him.

"F-fill... the..." He tried.

"That's it, Naruto-kun. Fill the what?" Her sloppy cock-strokes encouraged him.

"The... the pool!"

Hinata rewarded him with another crotch kiss. She knee-walked out of the way to let him work. No longer protected, for a brief and awful (wonderful) second. Ino was sure Naruto was about to leap across the pool and force himself on her<3 Irreperably stretch her sleek little pussy out around his crowbar-length demon dick.

A fantasy which grew even more depraved when he formed the seal for shadow clones. Puffs of smoke summoned dozens more duplicates of the bestial breeder stud. Oh god, he was going to gangbang her to death~

But none of the clones touched her. Even the two flanking her sides. Even though they were more than close enough to show off the throbbing layers of gnarled veins covering their greasy poles. A huge procession of cocks were gripped. Parasitizing enough blonde monster-muscled studs to fill the basement. All double-fisting to fully encompass their girths.

Then the stroking began. Thirteen horse-hung studs jerked off. There was no build up, no warm up. Just a sudden blistering fast stroking. Ino's throat went dry and her eyes shot wide. Hypnotized by the sight of so many ugly—beautiful cocks getting stroked. Fat heads aimed into the pool.

Spluurch!

Spluurch!

Spluurch!

Thick semen. Hot semen. Ropes and ropes of tacky man gravy flew. Splat splat splat! Within seconds the pool's whole bottom was wet. Then the squads changed out and a fresh set of clones circle jerked into her bath.

Ino didn't know why she couldn't wait. Why she couldn't have just held out until they were done. Arms and legs animated by primal slut hunger. She crawled into the pool. Scrambled over its cushy edge. Already shaky with nerves. She had to try several times to position her feet. To figure out how to get in there without slipping—

Splat! Too late, a stud-smelling spunk rope hit her face. Shocked she yelped and slipped sideways into the spunk. Cloying hot slime stuck to her side. Plastered down her hair. Ino wailed with despair. Fuck! She'd forgotten about her 'do! She was never getting Naruto's cum out!

"Ha ha! I knew she'd jump the gun!" Hinata held up a hand to her hand. "Gimme five, honey!"

He was too busy jerking off to reciprocate. Left hanging, Hinata shrugged and high fived herself.

Ino, meanwhile, was distinctly less upbeat. Semen rained from every which way. Sticky white slime pelted her thighs. Her clothed crotch. The toned tummy which she took such pride in. Sperm slopped into a tiny pool between her tits. Cleavage filled to capacity. Even the little hollow at the base of her throat found itself overflowing.

On reflex she covered her face. Sacrificing the rest of her body to the one man bukkake. Fuck, why did she have to wear makeup today of all days?!

Centimeter by centimeter, micron by micron, the semen level rose. Tired out from all her attempt to dodge the rope-rain. Ino lay on her back. Eyes plastered shut, blinded and forced to focus on her other senses. Like sound, the visceral grunts and gurgles of too-thick semen up too-big shafts filled her ears.

Sticky sticky jizz all over her skin. Back soaked and bikini strings waterlogged... er, semen logged. On some mad impulse, she performed her own signature jutsu. Projecting her mind outside her body. Now she could see herself again.

Ino watched aghast and hot-cunted. Together, the studs performed their insane feat of virility. Organized in groups which rotated out. To keep the semen flowing. Spurting into the pool. Spurting all over her. She tried to masturbate but couldn't. She'd forgotten, this was a literal out-of-body experience.

All she could do; was float overhead. Vulnerable and helpless. Watch the semen pool rise. Gradual, inevitable and hot-tub sweltering. Her flat stomach vanished first. Followed by her legs and feet. Arms and hands next. Then it was a race between her pretty face and plump breasts. Which would vanish first?

Her boobs submerged first. Not as big as she'd hoped. But that'd be fixed soon. Her face sank last. Classic bone structure and all. Once she vanished, the clones stopped. The main man himself tried to keep stroking. Hinata had to catch his wrists to slow him down. Spurred by the memory surge of them all dispelling.

Holy shit, he just gotten hit with dozens of nut-draining orgasms all at once and he was STILL going?! Fuck, what a man~<3

What a monster, more like. A small part of her thought. The sane part. Ino ignored it.

Hinata wrestled her stud-hubby back into his chair. Byakugan flashing, she animated the chains. Unyielding matte-finished steel lashed the demon vessel in place. Head against its rest. Two thick bonds in an X over his muscle bloated chest. Several more coils around his bodybuilder calves. Hands on the armrests; away from his cock. Abandoned, the massive organ which had taken over his life bulged and lurched. Denied stimulation, it was angry.

Smug with victory, Hinata parked herself on her dear hubby's lap. Illegally small denim shorts gave his badly blued balls no protection from her tight ass. A stripper soliciting a lap dance from a john.

She had no time to take in this spectacle. The Heat came. Aggressive, bubbling within her. Elastic bands of sensation yanked her back into her slender body. But it wouldn't be slender for long.

Ino burst from the semen, great lungfuls of air gulping down. Plush bimbo-full lips smeared with her tastefully colored lipstick— Wait, bimbo?!

She felt her mouth and tried to scream. It came out as a moan. Her lips were huge! Finger thick and shapely. Forever curved ever so slightly up at the edges. Courtesy of her lower lip being just that much thicker than her upper lips. Ino could only imagine how they looked. Beestung and shiny with streaky pink lipstick.

"Oh fuck what ith..." She covered her mouth. These fat dick sucker lips had given her a lisp! Nobody could take her seriously with a lisp. It'd take weeks for her to adjust to these damn things.

And that was just her lips. Who'd had only brief contact with the semen bath...

Wondering why she was having so much trouble catching her breath, she looked down at the rest of herself. And only saw her boobs. Blown up to pronstar sized. Straining her elastic bikini top. No longer covered by the material. Titflesh poked out under the triangle's bottoms. Around their sides.

Her nipples were the worst. Grape-sized and fat. Starkly visible in a way no amount of padding could hide. Set into areolae so big they peeked around her bikini top. Awestruck, Ino did some mental estimates. Of just how big her tits would have to get to make these obese milktaps proportionate...

An image emerged from her fertile imagination. Detailed with the hazed-over vividity only a sex fantasy could have. Its arrival made her stomach drop; square into her pussy. They were gonna be gigantic~<3!

The tits of her dreams.

Then she felt another sensation. Aggressive. Bubbling hot thick pulsations in her hips. With shocking suddenness her lower body breached the white surface. Fetishistically wide hips erupted forth like some breaching whale. Raised by what felt like a great big overstuffed cushion. No, no way, that couldn't be... could it?

Ino rolled over to her front. Propped on her hands to keep her face un-submerged. Not mindful that she'd just dunked her boobs back in the drink. Because those pale wobbling islands of assmeat which broke through the semen's tacky surface tension; oh they were distracting. They were gigantic.

Shapely still, somehow, impossibly. An echo of the inverted heart her butt had once been. Plumped out—no, blown out to obscene proportions. Rounded extremely and only vaguely carrying its old shape. Audible over the sloshes of the semen, those island-esque gluteal mountains wobbled. Packed onto her double-shoulder-width hips. Moved by Ino's half-scared and half-aroused experimental hip twitches.

"Oh my god. It's really attached to me." Ino whined. "You didn't say anything about a gigantic ass. How'm I gonna explain this fucking thing to Sai? No, scratch that. How'm I gonna fit in chairs<3?"

"You won't, slut! That's the fun part!" Hinata called over the din of Naruto's sex growls. "And if you ever go to a bar, make sure you ask for two stools!"

Even in this sexual epiphany. Ino still found the strength to roll her eyes.

"Like how you gotta ask for two bras! Uhlp--!"

Ino's head dunked mid-comeback. Pulled down by the sloppy jiggling weights on her chest. Weights which were increasing in mass—Ohfuckshe'dletherboobstouchthesemen~! Ino whirled face up again. Thick off-white spunk spilled over the pool's top. She barely got her chest out of the stud-gravy; in time for that rapid-fire gurgling expansion feeling to blossom inside them.

"Oh no... Oh fuck oh fuck fuck fuck shiiiiiiit~<3" She wailed.

Ino clutched her tits and squealed. Thickening thighs squeezed and rubbed together. Lubed by jizz. Desperate to masturbate but unable to tear her quivering fingers away from her burgeoning bosom. Hot rushing liquid inflation! Tighter tighter tighter! Skin tautening. Rounder... heavier...!

Rising through her vision...

She couldn't see anything when she looked down. Not her thighs, thick with muscle and practically a foot across. Even though she could feel their insane clenching power, she saw jutting volleyballs of wiggly boobmeat. Fake and hard looking. Mirroring a pornstar addicted to boobjobs. But her quivering fingers broke the illusion. Indented soft flesh to prove that, yes, they were in fact real.

Within seconds they may as well have been basketballs. Ino huffed for air, gasping under their weight. Back straining to support these insane fuck balloons. Determined to not get pinned, Ino peeled her soft little hands off her extra-mammalian mountains. Slippery she groped for the pool edges. But they were soft, too soft and slick, she couldn't get a grip!

Bikini strings dug into her sore back. A whole new dimension of discomfort. Triangle cups pressed hard into their fronts. Mounded ever greater volumes of plush breastmeat around the sides. She couldn't breathe... it was hard...

Sensing danger, endorphins flooded her brain. Euphoria softened her fear and accidentally intensified her grinding heat. But at least she could think now. If she couldn't sit up, she'd find a workaround. She rolled onto her left side. Fattened knockers slapping ninety degrees. Right tits now stacked atop the left. Bouncing off each other, akin to a stripper's surgically fattened ass. When she lay down sideways and slammed her butt on the floor. A flawless boobstack.

Knot exposed she reached back, grabbed the bikini knot's loose ends and it was stuck.

Ino whined in frustration and tugged harder. Fingers slipping on the strings. Semen saturated and slippery like everything else. Then another complication! Her left boobs was submerged but her right wasn't. Her left was growing faster than her right. She was gonna be uneven!

Deep womanly instinct drove Ino to not allow that. She had to multitask. Rolling over onto her right until her expanding bust evened out. More micromanaging, another distraction which made getting this damn top off even harder.

But then a blessing, a small act of mercy. Ino felt her cuticles itch, the tips of her fingers. Then a weird pushing feeling behind her fingernails.

They were growing, no, lenghthening. Sharper and scratchier. More than sturdy enough to scratch a stud's muscular back. Or get a grip on some bikini strings. Now she could get a grip. Ino lay face up again, back arched up and out of the semen. All her burgeoning weight balanced on her shivering shoulders and tiny feet. Dragged down by the gelatinous twerk-mountains bolted to her sofa cushion width hips.

Wait, how'd she knotted this stupid bikini again? Fuck! She'd done a complicated one. A twisting gordian thing which neither Naruto nor any of his depraved harem could easily undo against her will. Now it was working against her.

And the top kept getting tighter!

"Come onnnnn..." Ino wailed through a nuclear blush and a bitten lower lip. "Just stop growing already~"

But her breasts would not stop. A lifetime of repression had turned her sexual fantasies into extreme, depraved things. Images of her dream body danced in her head. Slithered and slunk to lub-dubbing sensual music. Mammoth breasts and butts bounced in her face. Carried by towering reflections of herself. Frighteningly tall, a necessary compromise to support such gigantic assets.

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"Fuck, oh god I don't want to be that huge~<3"

But that was a lie, she knew it was a lie. More importantly, her breasts knew it was a lie. Medicine balls now. Her breasts had blown past any comparison to the largest of men's basketballs. Double the size of her head, barely sloped down on the top, almost proportionate to those lewdly fat nipples.

Seams strained. Nipples jutted, already soaked so the leaked milk markings were impossible to see. And yet Ino could feel the pressure inside. Behind her nipples. As if she needed any more damn tension!

Threads snapped. The bikini gave an inch. Strings partially ripped, held together by the tiniest of threads. At last she breathed easier. Still laborious from their jello-y weight. Ino got her fingers under the top and pinched her nipples.

"MMMMMMMnnnnnyyyyyaaaaah~<3" She couldn't hold it in. Her tits fountained creamy milk.

Snap!

The top gave. Sudden and lurching. Its cups slid at a weird angle. Off her fattened up bubblegum nipples. Exposed at to cool basement air. Ticklish, drafty and... Oh god clench! Clench clench clench!