Naruto's Harem: Medical Professional (Part 2)

--- Chapter 3 ---

Tsunade waddled onto the beach, wrestling again with the sense that she was doing something wrong. She had stuffed, pushed, and physically cajoled her body into a less than perfect swimsuit. The suit had been a work of art, stitched and created by the finest craftspeople in the village. Its color was between pink and purple, vibrant and eye-catching. It was a singular piece, though cut even more scintillatingly than a bikini. A long and deep bust line lay above three belts meant to run along her stomach. There was small and elastic stitching which ran across the cleavage, meant to playfully hold back Tsunade’s bountiful chest. The back was largely open, save for another strap which lay across her shoulder blades in bra-like fashion. The suit was perfect for the attractive woman over 40. Despite how much skin was showing, it was done in a way that seemed tasteful. The suit was perfection itself, whilst Tsunade’s body massacred it.  

The stitching across Tsuande’s boobs was stretched to its breaking point. Her stomach had done even more damage to the cute little straps. Two had been swallowed by gut fat whilst the other had snapped outright. The stitching across Tsunade’s breasts held only because the seamstresses had been prepared for her chest. They had expected her fulsome bosom, though had not counted on her gut jumping up a size. Her stomach stretched outward as a mass, with its dimply rolls trying to break free of the suit. Each ponderous step from the 500 pound medical ninja threatened the integrity of her suit more. Though, considering her companion on the beach, Tsunade doubted it would matter. As always, she lived in the shadow of Hinata. 

“Hey Brat! Better hurry up!” Tsunade tossed her head to the side, looking at the scene of endurance and love playing out beside her. Naruto, and more than a dozen of his clones, were struggling to carry Hinata across the beach. A majority of her fat rested on the world’s largest palanquin, with whatever did not fit spilling over onto the clones hauling her. Tsunade had doubted Hinata when she said she could still travel. Rather, she had doubted Naruto’s strength and dedication to such a task. Mile after agonizing mile he and his chakra fueled clones had trudged with the now house sized Hinata on their backs. Several clones had fallen, puffing away into smoke plumes. More had taken their place with Naruto burning through every bit of energy he possessed in his body. Hinata rested on top, eating from a feedbag that Naruto had strapped to her face. Even when busy carting her around, he would not let her go hungry. 

“Don’t. . .MMMGGHPPH. . .lischten to her. . .Naruto. . .BBLEERRUP. . .jusscht take. . .your time.” Hinata spoke between bites, her face squishing into the feed bag. It was several bedsheets tied loosely together and filled with a confusing array of food. Hinata was such a glutton these days that she rarely cared about what was being fed to her as long as something was going into her mouth. She lived to feel her chins and cheeks submerged in masses of calorie dense food, taking as much into her gullet at a time. Fruit and pastries squished their juices amongst her facial rolls. She reared back, face stained and dripping with food pulp. “I’m jussccht . . .bbbbllleerrup. . .happy. . .we’re. . .here!” 

“That’s. . .wonderful. . .honey!” Naruto grunted. What might have been part of a buttcheek or one of her lovehandles had drooped onto his back, making him bend over. He felt Hinata’s weight spread over all of his clones, their soreness sent back to him. He felt the love and pain of two scores of men, all bearing his face and love for Hinata. They moved as a unit, taking one step and assessing thereafter. Any misstep might send Hinata to the ground. He wasn’t going to stop until the lowest folds of her fat were touching the water, such had been his promise. The fire of love filled his limbs, replacing the chakra that had been burnt up. His feet were buried in sand up to his calves, pushed further down by the astronomical weight upon him. Even divided twenty ways, Hinata’s fat was taxing. “How. . .close. . .are. . .we?” He asked, groan building in his chest. 

“Uuuhm. . .isscch. . .hard to. . .tell.” Hinata tried to peer around her fat. Largely, Hinata saw two horizons. Above she saw an unbroken field of blue, with the golden rays of the sun shining down upon her. Below, she saw fields of pale blubber. The endless dance of her body was more intense to day as Naruto and his clones carried her. What were usually slow jiggles, corresponding to either her deep breaths or the kick of her many babies, were instead erratic jumps from the labor taking place beneath her. It was a struggle for Hinata to see anything past her face, with her understanding of her body and the space it occupied being theoretical. She might have been the worst person to give an estimate of distance. “We. . .have. . .to be. . .closccheeh!” Hinata tried to be positive for her husband. He needed all the support he could get. While his spirit would not give out, his body might. 

“Great. . .thanks. . .dear.” Naruto’s voice was deepened through struggle. A roll was bouncing on his head, smooshing down his spiky hair. He smiled, treating it like Hinata was reaching out to tousle his hair. His speed increased and he pushed the clones onward. The platform on their back bent in the middle. The palanquin had been the height of experimental, as had been the entire exercise. The warehouse was nearing completion, at least in that it could house Hinata. Many of the features and comforts would come later, but at least it would be a structure that could hold her growing mass. That would come later, however, for now Naruto just wanted to get his love to the water’s edge. Hinata’s hefty fat could play amongst the waves. For that matter, So could Tsunade’s. 

“Hey. . .Tsunade. . .am I. . .close?” Naruto asked through gritted teeth. He looked to his left, watching the medical prodigy waddle along. His eyes traveled up and down Tsunade’s swimsuit, or what was visible of it. He saw mostly dimpled fat, with bits of purple showing through here and there. Tsunade held herself well, Naruto thought. Fat or skinny, she was still the most radiantly attractive woman he had ever seen. Hinata was his lovely wife, but, evaluating only on looks, Tsunade was a goddess amongst mortals. With some amount of pride, Naruto considered how his wife’s lifestyle and his cooking were fattening that goddess up. Tsunade was barely faster than Naruto, her steps slow and ponderous. Her belly flopped out between the distended loops on her swimsuit, slapping against her thighs. Naruto watched her dimpled rear lift and drop, counting the divots on it. He almost did not hear her response. 

“Always hoping for an end to your work. You should be happy to carry your wife!” Tsunade spun, waddling backwards down the beach. Naruto was treated to knees that had been buried by fat, turning the slim joints into sagging pools of bulk. Her thighs warped and hugged each other, so big that they tucked away even the suggestion of a lower portion of the suit. Tsuande could have come to the beach naked from the waist down and no one would have been the wiser. Even turned around, Naruto could see portions of her boxy buttcheeks sloshing from around her hips and lovehandles. This was all to say nothing of her breasts, which were doing their best to rend and tear the bra cups of her suit asunder. Above it all was her face, pulled into a radiant but sardonic smile. “You just keep working! You’ll know when you. . .oh!” Tsuande was cut off as she fell backwards. 

Her waddle backwards had been impressive for as long as it lasted, but the big woman had not realized the skill it would take to prevent a fall. Her muscles were largely gone and her fat was always working with gravity to pull her down. Tsunade’s cankle had hit a small branch and her equilibrium had been disrupted. Her knees had buckled quickly after and her hefty frame came crashing down. Her butt thumped down upon the sand, making deep craters. Twin plumes of sand shot up in the air behind her as air from her meteoric descent rushed outward. Another strap brust as Tsunade’s gut lurched up and down. It oozed outward, her deep navel warping as her fat sought freedom. More embarrassing than anything else was Tsunade getting hit in the face with her own breasts. Moving in ways foreign to physics, the pale watermelons were launched by a billowing gut and did not stop until they had hit her face. 

Naruto snickered as he trudged by. Suddenly, the weight of his wife did not feel so bad. Or, the joy of getting to taunt Tsunade helped overrode any physical discomfort. “Oooooh. . .sorry. . .hag. . .can’t stop. . . my labor.” He grinned, pleased with his resort. 

“Brat!” Tsunade threw a fistful of sand. She spluttered, trying to haul her fat up off the sand. Tsunade had to roll herself to the side, unable to get up from a neutral sitting position. Her gut dragged along the sand as she slowly rolled onto her knees and shins. Her breasts touched the beach at the same time her hands did, arriving on all fours. Tsunade felt like a cow, breast udders dangling down to kiss the warm sand. She forced her bulk back, trying to bridge her fat into Standing up. Chunky feet dug into the powdery sand and her arms shook. Tsunade felt every bit of her 500 pounds, wheezing as she struggled against gravity and her own weakness. Months of unchecked eating had led her here, changing and degrading her figure. She had been a powerful ninja once, but now was such a pig that standing up without help was nearly impossible. “Oh. . .when I. . .uuuggggh. . .get up. . .” Tsunade muttered, thinking of all they ways she would torture Naruto. There was a place between her buttcheeks reserved for him. She would bounce until his face was hidden from view, her fat erasing all traces of his existence. 

--- Chapter 4 ---

Tsuande lounged on the beach, her body hiding her towel from view completely. Though twice as large as a beach towel should be, the spread of Tsunade’s blubber hid it well. She looked like a series of melted marshmallows that had been left to sink into the sand. The fat woman lay on her stomach and let her assets pool out across the spotless beach. From time to time she kicked her thick legs into the flabby pillows she called buttcheeks. The jiggles from those small kicks would travel through thick inches of fat, rolling until they found her chubby face. Tsunade would kick again, starting the fun once more. With her head laying in her arms, she was in the perfect position to watch Naruto try to feed and massage sunscreen into Hinata. 

Hinata looked like two beached whales caught in copulation. She lay with half her body at the tidal line such that the waves could reach her. They would roll up from the sea and thud into the lowest reaches of her belly and thighs. The energy would then translate into ripples of fat, losing no momentum. Hinata giggled from time to time, tickled by the waves between courses on her never ending feast. As the day had progressed and the tide had come in, those jiggles had only grown more ponderous. The spray of salt and winds from the sea had made Naruto’s various jobs difficult, nearly impossible even considering his clones. Tsunade loved watching the young man try to please his wife. 

“Quite the workforce you have there!” Tsunade called. She was a score of feet back, in the proper place to avoid any waves and have the perfect view of Hinata’s mountainous buttcheeks. They sloshed back and forth like kelp forests during a storm. Atop Hinata was Naruto’s seemingly endless army of shadow clones. Some were hoisting baskets of food up her towering bulk whilst others were swabbing her belly with sweet smelling sunscreen. For all the world, it looked like a colony of ants caring for their queen. Tsunade hated to admit it, but she was a little jealous. “Think you could spare some time?” She tossed the question out, watching a pair of clones digging their hands deeply into Hinata’s butt fat. 

“Need something?” The real Naruto was revealed. He had been one of the workers putting food into baskets and passing them up to the line of clones on Hinata’s thighs, love handles and chest. 

“I can feel my back burning.” Tsunade reached a hand back, struggling against the bunching of rolls. Much of her suit was swallowed by fat. The springiness of the suit helped to hoist and add form to the drooping back rolls, making Tsunade’s fat look even more shapely. Just as with her breasts, there was a youthfulness to the rest of her soft body. She intended to keep it that way. “Plus, I don’t want to get sun spots.” She put her forehead down, her arms more than able to act as a pillow. “Call it a thanks for good doctoring.” She mumbled and finished with a snap of her fingers. Tsunade missed a look shared between Naruto and Hinata. The pair fought to keep smiles and giggles from their mouths. Afterwards, Naruto did what was asked of him. 

“Fine, but you can’t take too much.” Naruto started with Tsunade’s shoulders. He placed himself at her left, dipping his hands into one of the buckets meant for Hinata. As with everything for her, the sunscreen was doled out in extreme portions to meet the demands of her multi-ton body. “Can’t have baby-mama getting burnt.” Naruto rubbed the sunscreen in with gentle, skillful strokes. He had many hours of practice with his wife, finding exactly the right technique to both apply the sunscreen and titlate her. “At least you’re smaller.” Naruto said, his voice only slightly above a whisper. His fingers dipped deeply into Tsunade’s fat, passing it with a layer of sunscreen that left her glistening. 

“I have plenty of nooks and crannies still.” Tsunade said before arching her back.

“My job is to find them all.” Naruto redoubled his efforts, slipping his hands in and out of the doughy rolls. His knees tapped against her spreading gut as he inched forward. His hands would glide across Tsunade’s body, his eyes sneaking peeks up at Hinata. The massive blob was enjoying the spectacle between her barbecue feast. Between bites of food and belches she would wink or blow kisses at Naruto, egging him on. Emboldened by his wife’s desires, Naruto chanced a small pawing at the straps of Tsunade’s swimsuit. She stiffened for a second, not expecting Naruto to be so adventurous, but relaxed just as quickly. “Hey, you don’t want tan lines? Do you?” He asked as the light purple fabric slid around Tsunade’s shoulders. He could tell the answer from the way she wiggled her butt. The large cheeks clapped together, further hiding the strip of swimsuit between them. Naruto marveled at how big she had become. Even with Hinata as a wife, he could appreciate the progress in other women.

“As if I’m going to tan with your wife looming over me.” Tsunade poked her head up, smiling at the gigantic pregnant woman. Hinata gulped and pretended she hadn’t been looking at the sultry scene. The clones feeding her sped up in response, making sure that her mouth was slathered in sugary barbeque sauce and her stomach was full of exotic meats. Tsunade lay her head back down, but continued to watch Hinata. She studied how her belly rolled forward into the surf, marking the distinction between soft fat and taut baby bump. Naruto’s clones milled about the immobile woman like ants, hands and feet sinking into whatever fat they touched. Tsunade wondered what it was like to have a hundred identical clones of a lover. Further, she wondered what it was like when Hinata and Naruto’s interests turned from food to sex.

“Hey, old lady, don’t move so much.” Naruto called Tsunade’s attention back to the massage. Even more bold than before, Naruto straddled Tsunade’s bountiful ass. He could reach less of her than before, her butt lifting him higher than he would have guessed, but neither minded. Naruto’s cock, held back by only the thinnest bits of fabric, marked the line between her buttcheeks. He made small plays to reach the center of her back, thrusting his pelvis. Her fat moved under him, thick as pudding. He sucked in air as her butt cheeks parted to accept him deeper. Naruto was no longer massaging the sunscreen, but Tsunade didn’t seem to mind. Tension which had been building since they had first met, perhaps, was now close to uncorking itself fully. Naruto moved again, feeling the sloshing fat under him. Tsunade’s butt bounced at his hips’ command. Pleasure and blood surged through his cock, hardening in an instant. He realized that there should have been some embarrassment, but the feeling didn’t come to him.

“Come on, brat, finish me off.” It was now Tsunade’s turn to call Naruto back to attention. He obeyed, putting more sunscreen into his hands. Hinata watched it all with glee. She would have clapped her hands together, had they been able to move out of their fatty prisons. Instead, she gorged on succulent meats and slurped the sauce offered to her. 

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“Ah. . .Ahhh. . .AAAAAHHHH!” Tsunade was not a quiet lover. Naruto had mounted her from behind, long hours after the sunscreen massage. Though the scent of the lotion still clung to them both, neither Tsunade nor Naruto needed it. The sun had long gone down and the moon had replaced it. It was a bright, full moon. Beams of silver light illuminated the beach. From where Naruto and Tsunade were tucked in a dune, they could see the waves breaking onto Hinata’s vast form. The pregnant woman had fallen asleep after her dinner feast, giving her caretakers a break. What had started as a walk quickly devolved into something more amorous. Tsunade could not say when she had been pulled into the sand dune nor when Naruto’s naked body had embraced her own. She could only say that she enjoyed it. A lot. 

“You’re so big now.” Naruto reminded Tsunade, not that she needed it. The heavy bounced of her ass, hanging gut and breasts were more than enough. She was on all fours on the sand, though that would not last long. Naruto was strong and confident in his pumps, thrust his large cock between her heavy cheeks. The resulting moan was cut short by a bitten lip. Tsunade felt stupid and girlish for losing herself to his advances. Banter would have been more in character, yet she could not summon it up. So the sandundes echoed to the sound of waves and the slap of Naruto’s hips on her butt. “Could be bigger. . .I guess.” Naruto prodded Tsunade in more ways than one.

“Only. . .ooooh fuck. . .you’re. . .huge. . .” Tsunade had sunk such that her face was on her arms and her butt was held high. She closed her eyes, lips parting around her flabby arm. Like distant thunder rolling over the beach, she heard one of Hinata’s belches. Another moan broke forth from her lips. Naruto’s thrusts were harder but not painfully so. He was strong and youthful, though with plenty of knowledge from his marriage. Tsunade almost felt embarrassed by how rusty she had become. It had been so long since she had been amorously intertwined with another person. Days in bed with Shizune did not count. Those were strictly between girls and thus were not taken into the general sex ledger. 

As Naurto continued, all but one thought faded from Tsunade’s mind. Her eyes would glance over the sand dunes, searching for the biggest object on the beach. Hinata rested alone, her large bulk sloping outwards to claim the sands. Waves broke upon her, sending plumes of salt water into the air. She looked almost like a distant house, albeit one of curious design and with no lights. Tsunade watched the waves coming in, caressing Hinata in the same vigorous, loving manner that Naruto was showing to her. “Naruuuu-tooooOOOOO. . .aaah,” though trying to form a serious question, Tsunade was still trying to speak through the most pleasurable act of her life. She bit her lip again, letting Naruto ride her in silence. He slowed for a moment, letting her aching cheeks rest. “Does. . .she. . .know?” Tsunade asked, afraid of what the answer might be. Naruto would not have been the first man to reach beyond his means, beholden to unending lust. 

Naruto did not answer at first, instead clapping his hands to either side of Tsunade’s large ass. He thrust harder, almost lifting her bulk off the sand. Her asscheeks blanketed his cock, warming and massaging it with bountiful undulations. He conducted the orchestra of movement, his thrusts summoning waves within her fulsome behind. Naruto felt his large, throbbing cock massaged by Tsunade’s fat ass. Though his endurance was prodigious, even Naruto felt that he was reaching his end.  “She was. . .the one. . .who. . .suggested it.” He managed to say between pumps. “She wants. . .company. . .in the. . .warehouse.” Finally, as he put the idea forward, Naruto climaxed. Both he and Tsunade collapsed on the sand, each trying to refill their lungs. 

Tsunade said nothing for a long time. Her thoughts were as jumbled and messy as her breaths. Her naked tits rolled in the sand. Naruto cuddled up to her, pressing his athletic build into her flabby mess of a body. She welcomed his touch, the feeling of it cutting through the swirl of thoughts and emotions. She wasn’t sure what other women would say in her place. She had watched Hinata blow up into the immobile, pregnant mass that she was now. In truth, as her doctor, Tsunade might be as culpable as Naruto was. It was a two way street, with Hinata’s little proddings being responsible for the blonde’s weight gain. Things had gone so far that they even shared a lover. Would they now share a warehouse together? The prospect wasn’t entirely without merit or interest. Tsunade was already teetering on mobility impairment. Why shouldn’t she go through it with friends and lovers?

“You two really want me huge?” Tsunade finally asked, shaking her butt a little bit. Naruto only pushed in closer, his cock already excited again. 

“I think I have enough clones for two wives.” Naruto responded. 

Tsunade laughed, feeling the thick jiggles of her body. She would be enormous if Naruto had anything to do with it. She could feel his desire flowing through her just as much as she felt her own stomach begging for food. “Well, I want the real you too. If tonight was anything to go off of.”

“You’ll have more of me than you could ever handle.” 

Tsunade bit her lip for a second. She had never felt so unlike herself. The years of being hokage melted away, as did years of being a trained ninja. This new path ahead was starkly different from anything that she had ever done. She would be ceding control of. . .everything to Naruto. She would spend her days getting fatter, begging for sex and food, and loving every second of it. Tsunade lifted up an arm, allowing Naruto to snake his around her doughy middle. She waited another couple seconds, looking for any reason to say no to the suggestion. Seh couldn’t find any. “Funny, I was going to say the same thing.”