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(Warning: This story contains female muscle, themes of possession, and graphic sexual content)

Tsunade was no stranger to drinking. She was known for enjoying a bottle of sake until she got sloshed enough that she would end up sprawled all over the table. Drinking was one of her vices, those taboos ninjas were supposed to avoid, and one that she constantly crossed. She didn’t care, she was both an adult woman and an extremely competent shinobi and healer who could cure whatever hungover and damage to her body alcohol could cause.

And while she drank heavily, she was still willful enough to keep it from being a problem.

Until today.

It started with her winding down, a drink at her home after so much work. She drank until her cheeks were warm and her thoughts addled… then she kept drinking.

Tsunade felt like she was being pulled, forced to drink, to consume as much alcohol as possible. Like there was this power, this force, this… being compelling her to do so. It warmed its way through her skin and flesh, trying to change her. A pervasive thing was trying to make her a stranger in her own body…

It entered her mind unbidden and unwelcome, like a voice coming from a dream or a nightmare. Low, and seductive, each word dripping sex, making her feel even more drunk, and spread a warmth and tingle over her body that slowly became arousal, which served to further lose control of herself.

How long are you going to resist?

Tsunade gritted her teeth, ‘As long… as I have to!’ She held her head in her hands as she stumbled across the halls of her house with unsteady footing, knocking down furniture and decorations on her path.

Oh honey, why go through all the struggle? Why not just let go and enjoy~?

Tsunade’s heart was beating in her chest wildly. ‘W-Will never give you my body… you demon!’

You’re not giving it to me, I am taking it~

The being said with such certainty.

Ohhh, don’t be so sad, think of it as welcoming a relative into your house. Don’t you want to make your ancestor feel at home, Tsunade-chan~?

Tsunade panted, resting her back against a wall. ‘I don’t care who you are, or how you are related to me, y-you…’ She grunted, feeling her flesh tighten strain, ‘You won’t have my body!’

It will be OUR body, my dear. Our souls and wills as one… you will become me, I shall become you. Together, Shuten-Doji shall incarnate once more… and we will have so much fun~

A voracious hunger, an endless appetite that could swallow the world, threatened to consume her. To make that hunger her own and indulge in every single passing fancy, no matter the disastrous consequences it could have.

Tsunade looked at her trembling hands, noting how her skin was paling so much, the hair at the edge of her vision darkened until it shifted purple. Her teeth hurt as the incisors sharpened into fangs, while two pangs of pain threatened to emerge from her forehead.

Her body slowly turned into the perfect vessel for Shuten-Doji’s power.