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Hinata DONE

Sakura DONE

Tsunade and Shizune DONE

Ino

Temari

Karin

Rin

Konan

Tenten

Kurenai

Anko

Mei

Karui

Kurotsuchi

Fū

Yugito

Yugao

Chiyo

Samui

Pakura

Matsuri

Yakumo

Tsume

Shizuka

Naori

Ameyuri

Tayuya

Kushina

Kurotsuchi

Naruto

Chapter One

Zelretch gave a smile that managed to be both warm and cold as his first victim, Hinata Hyuga, ran out the back of the hostel as fast as her legs could carry her. His magic easily prevented the others from witnessing her departure from the bar, especially when they were so absorbed in drinking and conversation. This is almost too easy, he thought. Now, let’s see how that little bird is getting on…

Hinata - kind, demure Hinata - had run from the building with a complete lack of grace, like a charging rhinoceros that needed the bathroom. She wrapped her arms around her slender belly.

“Feels like I’m on fire!” she exclaimed, gritting her teeth as she doubled over in pain.

Kischur Zelretch Schweinorg, the tricky, meddlesome grump, stood at the window to the small courtyard that contained the pained Hinata. His lip curled in a wry smile, and that in turn became a grin of real amusement as the magic deep within the drinks he’d been handing out like flowers at a festival began to take effect on the lithe kunoichi’s body.

Such strange white eyes, Zelretch thought, even as Hinata screwed them up with pain. Her loose dark hair, reaching to the middle of her back, flickered this way and that as she rocked, as if she could somehow loose the horror that was building up inside her body. Zelretch grinned again, most of his face hidden in shadow, barring those gleaming white teeth. No such luck, little bird.

“Hrngh! Argh!” Hinata grunted and growled as she fell to her knees, legs unable to support her slender form anymore. A wind began to howl its bitterness through the trees that surrounded the courtyard, trees that had shed their leaves, and were now tilting from their usual twisted tableau. As Zelretch looked on, it seemed more and more as if the trees were turning towards the stricken Hinata…

As that idea floated into his consciousness, Hinata leaned back on her haunches and roared at the heavens, her little fists clenched. The sky remained impassive, unmoved - but Hinata was anything but. As the echoes of her forceful yell died away, the most remarkable transformation began to take hold of the lithe kunoichi’s body.

It began - well, it began everywhere. Hinata’s navy blue pants, already tight, started to rip as the four writhing muscle heads of her quadriceps bulked. The armour beneath her jacket felt a sudden increase in pressure as her abs began to pop and ripple forth, and yet more higher still as Hinata’s pecs, lats, and back muscles all billowed and bulged into sensual strength. Hinata’s roars of pain took on a deeper and more forceful quality.

Little Hinata’s arms took on more and more muscle as the moments ticked by, capped at the top by deltoids blossoming into power incarnate. Her poor coat filled to capacity and then beyond, the stitching stress-tested harder than her pants had been moments earlier. With the addition of her swelling traps into the mix, pushing her body wider by the second, it was a small wonder her sleeves didn’t burst into confetti.

Zelretch’s concoction wasn’t just designed to endow strength to its drinkers, though. Hinata moaned quietly at the loss of her breasts to pectoral power, right up until that most feminine of flesh began to bud anew - and then some. Riding the wave of her pulsating pecs like a surfer on an eternal wave, Hinata’s boobs returned to prominence as vast and perfect orbs, wonderfully set above her brimming bod with delicious veins easily visible on her pale skin, and capped with a fine pair of areolae and simply beautiful nipples; thick, long, and inviting.

Little Hinata was definitely not so little any more! In the shadows of his hiding place, Zelretch grinned until the light caught his teeth and twinkled at the sky. It works! Now to see how high this little bird can fly…

As her body broadened with billowing brawn, Hinata’s coat finally gave up the battle it was always destined to lose and tore in two down the back. Even her beautifully-made mesh armour found it difficult to hold back the tidal wave of expansion ripping through Hinata’s physique. Gaps appeared and grew as she did, giving the watching Zelretch wonderful peeks at muscles built and building, power gained and gaining.

Hinata sank to her knees on legs both longer and thicker. The pulsing of her calves bulged into the strengthening of her hamstrings and even as she beat her fists on the ground in agony, Hinata rose as a result. The sheer bulk her quads took on necessitated a widening of her hips and a strong push on her glutes.

Further up, her tiny thin navel was swallowed whole by the bubbling and brewing of an amazing abdomen: eight of the toughest muscles in the country bulged into block-like being, pressing hard against her armour. Of course, the biggest problems the mesh weave faced were higher up… although Hinata’s boobs were made of softer flesh than her diamond abs, the pecs powering up behind were much more powerful and pushy. Shoulders broad and strong grew up and out, forcing her mighty arms away from her sides with awesome inevitability.

And then it was over. Hinata stayed kneeling for half a minute, panting breath back into her body as she took stock of what she had now become. Slowly she rose to her feet, looking over her massive forearms, patting her burly abdomen, or feeling the incredible sweep of her dominant quads.

“Wow,” Hinata whispered. “I can protect Naruto with this new strength! In fact - I can protect everyone!” The not-so-little-anymore kunoichi laughed as she flexed her chest and abs, ripping her poor armour even further.

Well done, little bird - looks like you’re an eagle now! Zelretch laughed to himself. Now, let’s see how the others are getting on…

As Zelretch walked away, whistling merrily to himself, he didn’t see Hinata gasp, hear her burp loudly, and drop to her knees once more. The now bulging kunoichi pursed her lips and a cloud of green gas emerged. Hinata’s eyes went wide as saucers and she started to tremble.

“Wh-What’s happening now?!” she whispered, slamming her hands to the ground, on all fours once more. Hinata’s thick forearms began to take on a stunning amount of mass, and they weren’t alone. Her upper arm power set billowed up in exactly the same fashion.

More interesting - although ‘worrying’ was the better word for Hinata - was the way her torso was blowing up in all three dimensions at once. The warrior’s abs that had sprouted on her formerly flat tummy were multiplying rapidly vertically until it seemed like she had an impossible twenty-pack… right up until they began to merge horizontally into single bands of waist-width power. All up and down her mighty back muscles grew up and into strange, darting peaks.

“Oh - oh no. It’s not over!” Hinata mumbled. The transformed and transforming kunoichi leaned back into a sitting position like a dog. The breasts that had billowed from her torso - the signs of womanhood she had been so grateful for just moments earlier - began to recede. Hinata didn’t have time to mourn their loss.

Because of the pain.

The tidal wave of change burying her in its wake was higher than the tallest temple, the strongest shrine. Things were very, very different this time: Hinata gasped as she watched her fingers lengthen and turn into what she could only describe as ‘talons’, all the while her arms swelled to identical thickness all the way down. Her skin changed colour; paled to the gentle silver shade of her eyes as it became rough and ready, a far cry from the smooth, womanly beauty she’d possessed only a few minutes earlier.

Her lats spread wider and wider like giant wings waiting to unfold - right up until they became wings, sprouting from her side like a cloak she’d hidden somewhere, the same dark blue as her hair; long, reaching, powerful wings. They brushed the sides of the courtyard that held the changing Hinata but, as soon as they hit the walls, they folded upwards into a resting position and wafted, slowly, ready to engage at any moment. Tears streaked down Hinata’s cheeks and pooled on the uneven flagstones beneath her.

The speed and bizarre nature of the changes continued. Hinata’s neck began to lengthen, projecting her head far above the courtyard walls, which itself began to change wildly from the sweet and demure original. Every strand of her hair disappeared as her nose and mouth merged in what could only be described as a snout, just as her ears shifted up the sides of her head to rest on top and the skin beneath where her eyebrows used to be bulged out into a ridge to protect her eyes.

Perhaps the most unusual change of all - though the list was long! - was when Hinata’s hind end began to swell and extend behind her with some speed, the snake-like slither of flesh eventually hardening with scale to give her a long, shapely tail, as silver-white as the rest of her incredible new form. Spikes jutted from the very tip to form what could be an extremely effective club, if the need arose to use it. By this point, Hinata was certain what was happening and her soul wept its hardest.

With one strong, tearing leap, the dragon Hinata rose into the sky and stayed there, her powerful wings unfolding in an instant to keep her hovering a few feet from the floor. Instinctively her four legs tucked up under her long, scaly body, to give her form the aerodynamics it needed to soar and strike fear into the hearts of any being who saw her. The last of the changes played out, and very few traces of her original humanity remained: just her eyes, their sheen the same, and her voice, had she tried to speak instead of keeping her anguish an internal emotion.

I’m a monster, she thought. The outcast I’ve always been, only now I come with wings and claws and a fire-breathing face.

Sadness threatened to overwhelm Hinata and she was almost powerless to stop it; the melancholy a way to keep the trauma of the change at bay until she was ready to deal with that, too. From the high of being made a strong, capable human to the low of becoming one of the foulest creatures in the world, her dream shattering and scattering around her like broken glass, all snatched away in an instant. Hinata simply let herself drown.

With a soundless cry the Hinata dragon beat her mighty wings and flew away, soaring through the clouds, hoping their fluffy barrier would stop anyone below from seeing her. From seeing the horror she had become. Once hidden from view, she changed direction and flew away from the inn as fast as she dared.

For not only was Hinata determined to leave - she was getting hungry. Very hungry indeed.

Chapter Two

“What was that jolt?” Sakura asked no-one in particular. The inn was filled with revellers, most she knew, some she didn’t, and the hubbub of so many other conversations drowned her words, even from those she was standing close to. So the pink-haired medical-nin took it upon herself to investigate.

With a quick bow to excuse herself from her comrades, she followed the maze-like corridors - getting lost more than once! - to the courtyard at the back of the inn.

They must have tended to horses here at some point, Sakura thought. As she looked around, Sakura sensed nothing out of the ordinary - right up until a serious pang of queasiness settled into her stomach with a loud gurgle. She breathed a sigh of relief when she looked around nervously to check if anyone had heard it… and she was, in fact, alone.

“Hee hee,” she smiled, adding giggle to gurgle before a blush sprouted on her sweet angular face. But the pain wasn’t going away. Nervously Sakura rubbed her flat stomach through her red shirt.

“Ohhhhh,” she groaned, hugging her arms to her wretched belly. Sakura doubled over and nearly fell to her knees, so painful had the pangs become. Then, in one hot, uncomfortable moment, Sakura vomited on the cobbles of the courtyard.

Once done, Sakura shivered and shook, spat and tried to collect herself. The serpentine coils of the feeling in her stomach had not really subsided, so she found small comfort in the fact they hadn’t got any worse. The medical-nin was trying to recollect what she’d eaten or drank that might have caused her this discomfort when things became a whole lot worse.

Sakura stuck her tongue out to pant and got the fright of her life when said tongue fell down to her knees and ended in a pronounced fork.

“Glah!” she managed and, for a ridiculous moment, frantically tried to roll up her new tongue and stick it back in her mouth. But there was no going back now - Sakura’s transformation had begun. The debilitating horror residing in her flat belly spread its tentacles around her entire body and had its way with her.

Sakura tried to walk back into the inn but her efforts were in vain. Each staggering step brought her less further forward than the one before and, in a moment that took her by surprise, her legs stopped obeying her commands some dozen feet before the door and the help within. Sakura sank to her knees and then to all fours, her legs and arms set at bizarre angles, as if she were mimicking a spider.

Her tongue dragged on the ground of the courtyard, helpless and wrong, preventing poor Sakura from closing her mouth. As the pain sprinted around her system, filling her with heat and hurt alike, her lips began to expand and jut forward. Tears spread down the helpless Sakura’s cheeks as her bizarre tongue was swallowed up by the expansion, although it still poked from between her lips in a surreal, animalistic blep.

As her lips elongated and protruded, the whole of Sakura’s head began to change shape. Her nose sank into her new and ugly proboscis, only for her nostrils to emerge above her tongue with a snort of pride. Her eyes grew large, avaricious, and hungry.

In the midst of these unreal - perhaps even unholy - changes, Sakura’s thoughts were made of panic and fear. She groaned and cried and screamed, right up until the sounds she was making became far too animalistic for her to understand their purpose. She instead mewled quietly, little whimpers that carried no further than the inn door; certainly not enough to alert anyone inside to her terrible fate.

Sakura’s body lengthened in slow, unsubtle sweeps, her slender and cylindrical torso pushing out in all directions at once to give her a shape more akin to a watermelon: slight at either end, but huge and bulging in the middle. Her shirt didn’t stand a chance as the transformation continued on its weird way, and it tore down the middle in a great billow of cloth. Only the collar clung to her neck as the wind took the rest of the fabric away and over the courtyard wall, to where Sakura neither knew nor cared.

Not that her torso was the only part of her body to change. Sakura’s arms and legs began to bunch with outrageous muscle, strength beyond strength, power beyond power. The fact that they, too, began to thicken in a way that struck terror - well, more terror - into the medical-nin’s heart only added to the potent soup of surreal that she must have indulged in at some point during the day.

It’s a nightmare, Sakura told herself as she heaved into her strange new form, one gasping breath at a time. In a moment I’ll wake up, tell Tsunade-sama about all this weirdness, and we’ll laugh about it together. In a moment. Just - a moment…

The human mind is a powerful tool for self-deception, particularly in the extremes of life. Sakura’s arms straightened and took on the same thickness almost all the way down. Her fingers turned red as her fingernails went black, the same kind of black she would treat if someone came in presenting those symptoms, and they grew until they clicked on the cobbles beneath her stricken body… and then they grew some more.

Claws… Sakura mused as she stared at the developments, her strangely-shaped head turning from one hand - if you could even call them ‘hands’ at the moment - to the other. Slowly but surely the horror in her body subsided, like flood waters sinking into the ground, to leave a dull, shut-down ache in her mind. The realisation was not a pretty one.

I’m turning into a dragon.

I’m TURNING into a DRAGON!

Sakura’s mind almost shut down at that point. In the midst of the greatest distress she would ever experience in her life, she found the energy to scamper back and forth in the courtyard on her alien legs and impossible, half-changed - feet? Hooves? Paws? It didn’t matter. The exercise burned off enough of the fear crashing over her to buy Sakura time to think.

There must be a way to reverse this, she thought. In all of the adventures she’s had, Tsunade-sama will have encountered this before. She’ll know what to do!

I just have to - let it happen.

So Sakura stopped still - apart from the shaking - and let her body change, no longer fighting what was coming. Unstoppably coming.

I’ll have to remember how I changed, Sakura decided. The way the… symptoms took hold of me. That’s often the way to finding a cure!

Not even daring to entertain the possibility that she wouldn’t be cured, Sakura set about memorising how her body metamorphosed. How her arms and legs grew long, so long, and thick, so thick, to support the changes to her core. She remembered when her tail began to emerge from her lower back, how it grew strong and long, how the ability to work the muscles that controlled its sweep and swipe simply appeared in her mind.

She remembered how her neck lengthened, how she crouched low to experiment with swaying it from side to side of the courtyard without hitting its walls, how her - comparatively! - small ears tickled the ragged bricks. With a shudder she memorised how her teeth changed, all separating out a little, sharpening to points instead of the flat ridges of her human ones. She internalised the moment her forked tongue fit perfectly into her unruly mouth.

The moment Sakura’s bright blue eyes shifted more to the side of her scaly, monstrous head was locked away in memory. The instant her small, pink horns formed from the remains of her precious hair was one she stored, even as her hungers changed deep within her soul. The slow growth of pale protective scale all down her long, scarlet monster’s belly was recorded and sent to the back of her mind.

Concentrating like this let Sakura remain calm, as calm as possible, as she made memory after memory of what she still insisted on calling her ‘symptoms’. Somehow the absolute agony of her complete and utter transformation was simply packed away, unprocessed, as if it were happening to someone else.

But it wasn’t.

When her wings emerged from midway down her substantial core, Sakura simply noted it. As the way to flap them and fly away on the currents of the unforgiving wind appeared in her mind, it became just another thing that had happened to her, another thing to add to her memory bank until she could talk to Tsunade-sama and be healed, to return to herself, and then to run to Sasuke and never let go. But some part of Sakura’s soul wept quietly, deep deep deep within.

As it had to.

When the last of the scales on her temporary dragon form rose and set in place, Sakura concentrated on sealing all the memories of her symptoms in her mind. Setting them in mental stone, so she could repeat them back to the most experienced medical-nin she knew, she turned back and forth in the now quite cramped courtyard, feeling the memories to strengthen them. The scale of the majestic sweep of her wyvern form overshadowed the inn until it was plunged into darkness when Sakura simply stood still nearby.

Her pause hadn’t been an intentional one. Sakura had wanted to keep pacing back and forth, crushing the cobblestones of the courtyard beneath her giant feet, working on keeping the list of her symptoms in the order in which they’d appeared. But that was not to be.

For Sakura had caught the scent of another dragon, one who’d suddenly appeared in the courtyard moments before her own change. Dragon-Sakura moved her head in quick, animal jerks, tracing and understanding the path the dragon had taken from the area in moments. The flash of realisation in her thankfully still intact mind was as sudden as it was impactful, and she let out an involuntary grunt of surprise.

Someone else must have changed into a dragon here! she thought triumphantly. Someone else who knows what it’s like, someone else who might be able to help me explain to Tsunade-sama what’s happened!

In a flashing instant there was no other choice. Sakura flapped her wings and was amazed that such thin pieces of flesh, stretched out so far, could possibly hold up a form so big and brutal beastly. The magic of the dragon, I guess!

Dragon-Sakura lifted off from the ground and hovered in place for a moment, a moment in which she made absolutely certain of the direction she needed to head. Her eyes narrowed in determination and, with a mighty waft of her impossible wings, Sakura soared into the sky, perfectly tracking the scent of the other dragon.

I’m coming, friend, Sakura thought. Whoever you are - I will find you, and together we‘ll get the help we both need!

Chapter Three

The inn’s revellers had not yet drunk enough to ignore the sudden onset and just-as-swift retraction of darkness as the unseen Sakura-dragon paced around outside. The legion horrified gasps were waved into silence by those more accustomed to action and an eerie silence settled over them all. As the light changed quality a few more times, everyone stood still until a very inhuman grunt was heard.

Then there was a VWOMPH, and finally… nothing.

The inn’s occupants looked at each other, hoping they wouldn’t be the one who had to take charge of the situation. In the meantime, those with more level heads began to assess the situation. It was Tsunade, the blonde medical-nin of many years experience, who broke the silence.

“Where are Hinata and Sakura?” she asked the crowd, her sweet brown eyes turning from one to the next, and seeing only shrugs or paled faces. “Shizune? Have you seen either of them in the last few minutes?” Tsunade kept the panic at the potential loss of yet more of her loved ones out of her voice, but was unable to prevent the colour draining from her face.

Shizune’s dark eyes widen. “I haven’t,” she admitted, her voice only a whisper. Tsunade’s fists clenched and her mouth turned grim.

“Then we must assume some sort of huge beast has taken them for its own foul purposes,” Tsunade declared, and immediately took charge. “Come with me to the courtyard so that we can make sense of what happened.” Shizune nods.

“The rest of you,” Tsunade added, turning to the others, “watch us from inside the inn, and be prepared to come and help in case the creature returns and we cannot fight it off!”

Not even waiting for assent, Tsunade and Shizune run down the inn’s slender, winding corridors to the courtyard, unable to speak to each other, neither wanting to give voice to their fears. They burst through the final door into the outside air, Tsunade’s green coat flowing behind her and Shizune’s dark kimono flapping in much the same way. The pair scanned their surroundings for any signs of what had happened but failed to check the sky until the tiny dot that was Dragon-Sakura soared out of range.

“What happened here?” Shizune exclaimed, looking down at the cobblestones that had been flattened in odd, elongated patterns. Tsunade-sama crouched to investigate them, ran her fingertips over them. She felt the dust she brought up by rubbing her thumb across them.

“Something huge has been here,” Tsunade announced, looking round. “Something huge that bothered to open and close the gate to make good its escape.”

Shizune frowned. “If it - or they - was big enough to do this kind of damage, would it really…?” With a quick shake of her head, Shizune ran across the courtyard to check the exit. A chill wind ran over and through her when she opened it and saw… nothing out of the ordinary.

“There are no tracks of any kind,” she called back to Tsunade, closing the gate and turning.

But Tsunade wasn’t listening.

Instead, Tsunade was doubled up in what appeared to be horrifying pain, her eyes closed and teeth clenched as she fought whatever was happening.

“Tsunade-sama!” Shizune exclaimed, charging towards her mentor with all the pace she could muster. Dozens of pairs of eyes inside the inn watched the scene as Shizune suddenly found her legs too heavy to move, as if she were walking in quicksand, and she shuddered to a halt. Shizune’s jaw dropped as she stopped, without her mind telling her body to do so.

She gave a quick shake of the head to the people watching to prevent them from coming to their aid - after all, the monster who had captured Hinata and Sakura might still be nearby, and the medical-nin judged it wasn’t worth the risk. Besides, what was happening to her could only have come from some sort of airborne toxin… couldn’t it?

What’s the common factor? Shizune thought desperately, right up until the moment she stopped thinking at all.

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Tsunade saw Shizune run towards her through her pain-narrowed eyes and wanted to raise a hand to ward her off - but couldn’t. Fortunately, Shizune decided to stop of her own accord. That was one small shred of comfort as the most severe pain Tsunade had ever felt careered around her body like a drunken mob who were moments away from a brawl.

And then - and then.

The absolute physical anguish throbbing through every part, every cell of her body suddenly had a much more friendly companion. Tsunade’s eyes grew wide, then narrowed to a happy smoulder as her body filled with a quite particular heat. Her nipples tingled and her pussy clenched as waves of arousal crashed down around her; not replacing the pain, as such - more like a reward for withstanding it.

To the shame of her disciplined side, Tsunade’s tongue started to loll out as spots of arousal juice slicked into her panties. She began to rub her pussy lips beneath her blouse and through her pants, raising her head to the cloudless skies and loosing a grunt of pure raunch. It didn’t matter to the flushing Tsunade how many people were watching her through the inn’s windows, that nearly all of them were gasping in shock: the heat within her boiling body needed release.

The pain all but forgotten, Tsunade’s fingertips worked their own particular brand of magic and the medical-nin fell to her knees with orgasm. The rumbling of release was not alone inside Tsunade’s body, however: other magic methodically worked its way around her curving frame. The first signs of this second sorcery were most obvious when Tsunade’s breasts pushed aside the top of her blouse and her pale pink throbbing hard nipples strode into the sky.

For Tsunade had developed a pair of huge, beefy pecs.

Her breasts, as big as they were, had been unceremoniously shoved aside by the sheer brawn Tsunade now packed at chest level. The experienced medical-nin’s eyes went very wide as she took stock of the changes in her body that single orgasm had brought about. As her reluctant fingertips trailed upwards from her still-throbbing sex, Tsunade felt up a very obvious, very powerful six-pack of abdominal might, the tinkling obliques on either side the thunder to her abdomen’s lightning.

Unable to resist a quick grope of her left mam, Tsunade let out another grunt that, even in her haze of confused arousal, she recognised as from a deeper voice than her own. Whilst her fingers plied the soft yet firm flesh, she sent her other hand to her legs to find out what was happening. Her thighs, once lean, lithe, and fitting to her frame, were now packed with pounds of expansive muscle, filling her pants to maximum capacity.

I should be panicking, some rational part of Tsunade’s brain managed to murmur. This much change magic in one go is beyond anything I’ve ever seen! I wonder if… oh no!

The thought was swallowed up and fell away as Tsunade’s body grew again, this time with her full attention. Her dark blue obi began to split as her torso grew in all the available dimensions, that six-pack she’d felt a moment ago determined to grow in size and number. Her pant legs tore in both directions at once, the flying fabric causing a billow in her haori as it was forced from her body.

Tsunade grunted, deep and rumbling, as her body continued to change without her consent. Her shoulders pushed broader and broader as her traps burst higher and thicker whilst her delts rounded out to sizes she’d seen on only the strongest of men. Her arms filled with brutal blocks of muscle and the pain as her limbs expanded irresistibly to cope with the power layering on top of them should have wiped her mind.

But Tsunade was made of stronger stuff.

Mentally and physically.

As Tsunade’s hips widened her panties surrendered to her growth and split down the sides. They fell to the cobblestones beneath the muscled-up medical-nin, exposing her pussy to the air. As the wind’s soft touch tickled at her now bulgingly large pussy lips, Tsunade’s hand could do nothing but roar to her sex and begin to rub anew.

Unable to even remember that people were watching her, Tsunade teased her nethers and built up a new, even more powerful orgasm. Her thumb circled her clit, rubbing and teasing it, massaging her juices into its sweet sensitivity. Tsunade’s tongue lolled out of her mouth as her eyes drifted shut: she grunted like a rutting beast when another tsunami of sensation swelled and swept over her, radiating from her gorgeous sex outwards.

The orgasm brought more power to Tsunade’s body: the full thrust of an unstoppable eight pack adorned her abdomen, the veins climbing it from her pussy upwards resembling the branches of a winter tree. Her brutish pecs had roughly shoved her now small-seeming breasts well out of the way, like a battering ram pushing through a city’s gates. Her traps and lats had gained superb size and wondrous width, and those looking on wondered how Tsunade would get back to them through the inn’s narrow corridors, for surely she would fill them now.

All the crowd could really see was Tsunade’s back, which had taken on more muscle than many of them even thought possible. Her glutes had grown too: they’d rounded out to form a glorious butt, swallowing her panties as they’d grown, and making a small number of the crowd wish they could run from the room and bury their faces in its glory. Tsunade’s hamstrings were longer and stronger, but the immense bulge-bulk of her billowed quads could easily be made out from behind.

But Tsunade’s was not the only transformation the crowd could see.

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At the far side of the courtyard stood Shizune. At exactly the same time Tsunade started to masturbate through her pain, Shizune undid her white obi and shrugged off her kimono. Dressed only in white underwear and sandals, the heat bursting from Tsunade in waves hit the younger medical-nin and, without realising it for a moment, Shizune slid her right hand down her panties and started to pleasure herself as well, as if in chorus.

Seconds after Tsunade came for the first time, Shizune’s expert teasing pushed her over the edge too. Her body positively exploded with incredible muscle, which rose from deep inside her like a volcano bursting lava all around the land. Her underwear was overwhelmed in an instant and the feeble fabric fell like confetti, though her sandals just about held on.

In fact, Shizune had grown all over: from her height of five foot six, a new Amazon of six foot seven had emerged. Unlike Tsunade, Shizune’s breasts had grown to the size of large watermelons, with her long, thick, deep pink nipples thrusting arrogantly into the air, announcing the muscular maiden’s arousal as clearly as her dripping sex. Her hips had also widened, giving her an hourglass shape that never seemed to run out of sand.

Shizune sank to her knees, and the cobblestones beneath her enlarged body cracked with the impact. Her impossible thighs rubbed against each other, neither built block of megamuscle willing or able to cede space to the other, so the medical-nin simply spread her legs in a wide arc, exposing the near-infinite beauty of her bald pussy to anyone who could see. Zelretch, deep in his hiding place in the inn’s roof, took out a telescope to focus on the sight: he blushed a very deep red and his forehead began to sweat.

Above the sense-heavy pleasure of Shizune’s perfectly made sex was an abdomen made of ten brutal bricks, her navel a tiny afterthought amidst the raging sea of strength, her obliques and serrati a stunning model of the anatomy of muscles. Higher still were an intense pair of pecs, sadly invisible behind the sweet splendour of Shizune’s more-than-majestic mammaries - except for the depth of muscle cleavage they added to her more traditional one. Even further up the medical-nin’s body were shoulders you wouldn’t want to meet in a dark alley, mostly because they would likely fill it up.

Shizune’s arms were nothing short of Amazonian. She could easily have won an arm-wrestling contest against any of the inn’s guests, possibly even two at once, and that if they tried to defeat her with both hands. Her biceps had bulked with impossible size, looking devastating and intimidating, even without Shizune flexing them.

The complementary triceps round behind were the perfect horseshoe shape, enough muscle to swell three inches out. Shizune’s forearms hadn’t missed out in the growth, either: they were big blocks of beefy brawn that made her still-dainty hands look a little odd. Somehow the whole worked.

The near-naked Shizune arched her back, and her pillowy boobs bounced all over the place. Her right hand reached for her sex and she massaged both her inner and her outer pussy lips, making sure to brush her hot-button clit from time to time. Her left hand was no less busy, pulling and pinching her nipples into harder, thicker erection.

As Tsunade came, so Shizune was inspired to orgasm; as Shizune’s femmecum splashed on the dusty ground beneath her, so Tsunade worked her fingers faster. The overall effect was like some kind of orgasm tennis, and the watching crowd couldn’t help but feel the heat, even from inside the building. The men’s underwear became quite tight and the women’s quite slick as the ‘match’ outdoors wore on.

In the end, both women won.

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Tsunade, who hadn’t grown taller during her transformation, was as wide as a stable door when her quick fingers teased out a double orgasm, both overloading her senses in quick succession. That was the catalyst for the most extraordinary events many of the inn’s onlookers had ever seen. With her sex dripping the sweetest juices, Tsunade tumbled onto all fours.

And began to change again.

Her limbs seemed to lock in place and Tsunade-sama - the rigid disciplinarian of many a medical-nin in training - roared and howled in frustration that she could no longer pleasure herself. What only the similarly stricken Shizune could see was the horrible rictus this denial had wrought on Tsunade’s face. The blonde’s eyes were wide and her teeth bared.

In fact, it was the changes in Tsunade’s teeth that Shizune noticed first. Her canines lengthened into fangs: huge, white, shining teeth that protruded from the older medical-nin’s mouth, uncontainable, as if she were becoming some kind of horrific beast. The blonde’s nose and mouth began to push forward, furthering Shizune’s wild impression.

Tsunade herself stayed as still as she could, observing her body’s transformation from a medical perspective (although she wasn’t as calmly detached as she would have liked!). As her muscle-bulked torso widened and lengthened, Tsunade sought the calm from her various sexual highs to clearly catalogue the horrifying events raining down on her once-slender frame.

If this is what happened to Hinata and Sakura - and there’s every chance it is! - we’ll need as much information about the changes as we can get.

Now committed to her task, Tsunade centred herself. She remained centred as her thick bull’s neck elongated several unnatural feet, propelling her lengthening head way above the roof of the inn. She remained centred when tough yet flexible scales began to creep through her hard, pale human skin, a grass-green colour, much like her haori.

Everything Tsunade felt was noted, stored perfectly in some deep recess of her mind. The blonde noted the irony that the person most likely to be able to undo the changes she was undergoing was herself - but if she could explain to another what was required, there was still a chance. So she kept on memorising what was happening.

She noted every sensation as a massive, long tail roared out from her back and whipped around the courtyard, crunching into the stone walls around her. She listed all that happened as her arms and legs became even thicker and somewhat less flexible, swapping for the legs of a dominant dragon. She forced herself to learn by rote how it felt to have an enormous pair of wings emerge and unfurl from her upper back: massive, wide, and powerful, yet thin like a bat’s.

By the time Tsunade’s head had lengthened enough for her new nose/mouth combination to be properly called a ‘snout’, she had dozens of symptoms - if that was even the right word - in her memory. She’d stored them there, ready for use, satisfied with her plan. The final series of scales - those enormous blocks of near-impenetrable, built-in armour - settled into place and Tsunade sighed in relief, which manifested itself as a high-powered billow of smoke from her nostrils.

But it wasn’t over for Tsunade.

There was a final rumble from within her majestic form, right at the bottom of her abdomen’s scale trail. Puzzled, the blonde medical-nin turned stupendous sky serpent twisted her lengthy, highly mobile neck to look back along the length of her newly majestic body. Her eyes spread wide at the sight, once she had gotten used to the fact that her head was upside-down.

A stupidly huge cock had emerged from her dragon-body, all grass green throb and pulse, the giant head with eight symmetrical spikes to stimulate the female in the most brutal way. Dragon-Tsunade blinked several times, and then her eyes narrowed in a smoulder. The most mischievous thought had just run through her head and it was taking all of her extraordinary willpower to resist it.

I wonder…

…but no! I must bury this in a female!

Abruptly Tsunade whipped her head from between her new legs and sniffed the air. Her massive, powerful jaw displayed a grin of the purest, most carnal lust she had felt for years. The light glinted from the Strength Of A Hundred seal, still just about visible in her dragon forehead.

Females! Tsunade thought, and suddenly most of her higher-order thinking disappeared beneath a fog of need. Two of them, young and fresh; ready for my seed! I must find them.

In that instant, Dragon-Tsunade raised their head to the sky and roared. The deep, rumbling sound rose into the sky and sent a shockwave through the air, rattling the tiled roof of the inn and shaking Zelretch to the floor. Tsunade spread their wings and, imperious, left the ground to hover in the most commanding fashion.

But Dragon-Tsunade was not alone.

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When the first signs of Tsunade-sama’s transformation had taken over her superbly sculpted physique, Shizune was still masturbating, bringing herself to greater and greater orgasmic heights. As the rocket sensations roared around her fantastic physique, Shizune continued to grow: edging past seven feet tall and a bust size that her entire kimono would have failed to cover, her muscles built to burst and her pussy tight and sensitive. Shizune’s roars of pleasure became throaty, guttural; animal.

Moments before she, too, began the final phase of her transformation, Shizune had two fingers buried deep in her sex and was pleasuring her G-spot to Kingdom Cum whilst her strong thumb kept rubbing her engorged clit. Thick slicks of her juices fell to the ground beneath her in oozing splashes. Any shred of Shizune’s sensible, rational personality slunk away as her dexterous digits gave her the most monumental triple orgasm.

The pleasure was too much for Shizune and she slid slowly onto her back: although her legs were still raised, her still spasming pussy was sadly obscured from the crowd by Tsunade’s transformation. Some arcane instinct bade Shizune to get to all fours and she obeyed, her bulked arms pushing into her pillowy tits as she switched position. She even managed to find the scrape of her long, hard nipples against the wrecked cobblestones arousing.

Panting like a dog, the superstrong Shizune’s mind had shattered into tiny pieces. Perhaps that was a defence mechanism against what came next, for in the very next moment her body underwent a second, even more drastic transformation. Zelretch’s telescope shifted from the transforming Tsunade to the shivering Shizune at least once every couple of seconds, so undecided was he about who to monitor.

Shizune’s transformation came in pulses (as did she, adding so much femmecum to the already considerable pool running between the cobblestones beneath her that the sweet stuff slid beyond the gate to the courtyard). First her head was outright replaced outright by a dragon’s: a long, powerful snout with dozens of sharp teeth, billowing nostrils complete with wisps of pre-danger smoke, jet black like her hair, her eyes still onyx and sparkling. It looked for all the world like a busty, muscular giant was donning a dragon costume for a festival of some kind.

Tick… tick… BOOM

The next transformation wave brought Shizune’s neck, shoulders, arms and upper torso to dragonhood. The medical-nin’s sweet and graceful neck had already changed to one whose thickness would shame a bull when it abruptly grew several feet long, fortunately with the solid backing of her now exceptionally broad shoulders and thick-beyond-thick front legs. Nonetheless, unprepared and barely in possession of a mind at the time anyway, Shizune’s head slumped forward and hit the ground with an enormous SMACK, kicking up dust, dirt, and fractured cobblestone.

Shizune’s new tongue poked from between her flush, wyvern lips in what would have been a cute blep on a smaller animal… or, at least, not on a woman midway through transforming into a member of the Royalty of the Skies.

If she’d had a mind to register it, the pain at that moment would have been intolerable for Shizune. Her head and upper torso was that of a jet-black adult dragon, whereas her abdomen and everything below that remained a - superstrong and unusually tall, to be fair - human woman of around thirty years of age. The black scales of Dragon-Shizune just, sort of, flowed into the fair-skinned human body below.

Perhaps most unusually of all was that Shizune had started cumming when her dragon head appeared, and had not stopped.

Dragon-Shizune’s eyelids were half-closed when the next wave of transformation swept down her abdomen, stopping just north of her clenching cunny. Shizune’s torso became the stark, scaled ripples of an adult dragon’s, perhaps its weakest part, but only in relative terms. It would take a magically-assisted javelin of supernatural sharpness, wielded by the finest spearman in the world, to actually pierce the heavily-armoured area.

Right round the other side of Dragon-Shizune’s long, strong body were her wings. They unfolded gracefully and began to waft gently, almost absent-mindedly, which was only fair given her ongoing state of mindless. Each wing was made of five sharp sections, almost the same shape as a spear-tip, and the whole held together by a long ridge of highly armoured skin, almost bone-like in its density.

Now almost entirely dragon, Shizune’s spasming sex would not stop dripping heavenly honey. The mewling purrs that rumbled up the throat now longer than the body she woke up with would have been cute if they hadn’t sent fierce winds into the trees closest to her. The strain on her still-human legs of the multi-ton draconic body was fortunately taken up by her front paws, right up until her transformation was complete and she could take her new place in the world.

Which happened a moment later.

The final sweeping change from ‘medical-nin’ to ‘majestic wyvern’ happened in the sweeping blink of an eye. In one instant Shizune was a sight beyond surreal; a sight that had strolled past ‘perverted’ and straight into ‘wrong’. Then in a brusque flash she was whole, new; different.

Her huge human legs had gone, along with her pulsing pussy: instead the long, thick back legs of a dragon had appeared, tensed and ready to spring. Shizune’s butt, the cute and glute-filled pride and posterior joy, disappeared, to be replaced by a tail almost as long as her dragon body. Most astonishing of all, though, was neither of these.

Instead, much like Tsunade, whose growth still ripped through her on the other side of the courtyard, a massive spear of jet-black cock thudded to the ground, raging huge though it was still flaccid. The heavily spiked tip smashed into the cobblestones beneath Shizune’s dragon-body, whereupon they exploded into powder. Their giant dragon-dick churned into the soil below as Shizune’s mind returned in drips as slow as the oozing of her femmejaculate down her old thighs.

Much like Tsunade, the first thing to cut through the fog that had taken up its residence in Shizune’s mind was the scent of female dragons. Their giant head rose from its sexual stupor and sniffed the potency of the pink dragon, the sensuality of the silver one. Dragon-Shizune stood, their imperious neck turned to the skies to check for signs of the others.

“Females!” Dragon-Shizune boomed, her voice directed at the fully transformed Dragon-Tsunade in front of her. “And one for each of us,” they added slyly. Dragon-Tsunade bared their teeth in what Dragon-Shizune realised quickly was a smile, not a threat display.

“Yes, Shizune,” Dragon-Tsunade said simply. “I too have been tempted. But we must stay and work out a cure with the others.”

“I - I must be sated,” Dragon-Shizune replied. “I was not given this body only to lose it again a moment later. They smell… like angels… they tempt me!!”

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The next instant lasted for almost half an hour, or so it seemed to Dragon-Tsunade. Regaining control of their thoughts following the haze of raw, naked heat had been trouble enough. It seemed that Shizune was not going to prove as capable as they of calming themselves.

Dragon-Tsunade realised what Dragon-Shizune was going to do with exceptional speed, but before they could open their mouth to reason with their - former? - apprentice, the bulky black dragon had taken to the skies with speed that bewildered every single member of the audience. With a snarl that shook the courtyard walls, Dragon-Tsunade knew what their only option was. The only pause was to check that all the details of their transformation had remained in their memory, stored deep and good and proper.

That done, they too took to the sky with a few beats of their giant wings and sped after Dragon-Shizune, hot on the trails of the scents of the females they both desired.

The females that were their friends.

Chapter Four

The dragons had gone. There was a powerful collective moment where every person inside the inn turned to someone else to check they had, actually, seen what they had, actually, seen. Everyone seemed to blink in unison.

And then the inevitable panic set in.

But Ino Yamanaka is strangely calm. Instead of running around the inn’s narrow, dank corridors to find an exit - any exit - like the majority of its patrons, she simply smashes the window she’d been staring through to witness the galloping horror of Tsunade and Shizune’s unbelievable changes and leaps through the gap. The platinum blonde’s brow furrows as the powerful stench of dragon hits her nostrils like a bo staff.

“Yeuch!” Ino exclaims as her nose wrinkles in disgust, hands on her hips in a kind of visual pout. “‘Horrible’ is too small a word…”

Braving the intense reek of wyvern, Ino makes her way forward to inspect the damage left behind during the, what she now suspects is four, transformations. The courtyard’s cobblestones have taken quite the beating in places: some of them have just cracked, but some are now no more than powder. The gate opposite the inn building will take an expert craftsman a few hours to repair.

But what interests Ino the most - though she doesn’t realise it yet - is the two trails of gooey cum her friends left behind when they changed. The liquid hasn’t quite soaked into the ground yet, and Ino squats on her haunches to get closer to the sweet signs of Tsunade’s many orgasms. Her kunoichi training provides her with perfect balance as she leans closer to the cum, its rich, tangy scent cutting through the deeply powerful odour of dragon like a knife.

Closer and closer she leans, closer and closer, until…

THUD!

Ino Yamanaka, a chūnin of some renown, falls over into the mess. She springs upright immediately, eyes wide in absolute horror, her first act to look wildly about her, checking to see if anyone noticed her fall. There’s no-one within sight, fortunately, so Ino heaves a huge sigh of relief, her slight bust wobbling as the breath literally puffs out of her.

It’s only after this sigh of relief that Ino notices her flat stomach is soaked in Tsunade’s cum, the goo slowly dribbling down her body!

“GAAH!” Ino exclaims, her eyes once more wide in abject disgust, her jaw dropped and sickened. She frantically swipes at her belly with both hands, hoping to wipe it from her flawless body. At that exact moment, the liquid soaks into her skin!

“Uh!?”

Ino’s ice-blue eyes find normality once more as she leans forward to stare down at her stomach, holding her breasts out of the way for a better view. She felt nothing as Tsunade’s cum disappeared, and nothing seems to have changed with her body, either. Her brow wrinkles with thought.

“Maybe I just rubbed it, oh, yuck,” Ino realises. “Maybe I just rubbed it into my skin…”

But she hadn’t.

As Ino stares at her stomach, it began to ripple with wave and motion. The ridges and valleys of a most seductive six-pack pulse forward, bringing the slight curl of her navel to the fore at the same time. Visceral bursts of heat run through her frame, sweeps of seductive passion that focus on her nipples and her pussy, bringing both to the flame of desire.

Like her friends before her, Ino sinks to her knees and helplessly rubs her sex through her clothes as deep waves of transformative magic bring her under. The delicate yet strong fingers that trace her lips are not enough, so she sticks her right hand down her skirt to make skin-to-skin contact. The groan Ino releases when her palm touches her inflamed clit is deep and thunder.

The magic of change takes her body on a journey. Not content to alter her stomach alone, ripples of transformation spread from Ino’s empowered core to every other muscle group they can find, stretching, lengthening, strengthening. Even her abs bulge bigger, harder, better; six becomes eight and, as Ino brings herself to her first climax, ten.

Just above this most marvellous midsection, Ino’s chest changes in two big and important ways. First of all her pecs blossom in all the available dimensions, creating twinned bulges of the most exquisite strength, widening her body to accommodate the new. Secondly - and yet concurrently - her breasts bloom into a pair of mighty mouth-watering melons, her pale pink nipples making short work of her purple blouse as the fulsome flesh billows into view.

The temptation is too much: Ino’s free hand rises to pull and twist her nipples alternately, taking her pleasure to dimensions she never could have known before. The crotch of her skirt is soon sopping wet with her own femmecum, squirting in sweet blasts from her sex as her body becomes beyond. Ino grunts in raw heat as she twists her hand and roughly shoves two fingers into her pussy, ensuring her clit gets some love into the bargain.

The sensuality seems to power the changes… or are the changes powering the sensuality? Ino hasn’t the space in her mind to think of such things. The only thought in her mind is orgasm, rough and hot and oh-so-sexy-sweet.

Above her pecs lie Ino’s traps and delts, both of which seem to double in size as she cums. With each orgasm the power layering on her upper body becomes more and more undeniable, more and more irresistible. After Ino loses count of the number of times she bursts with passionate pleasure and pleased passion, she’s almost as wide as one of the dragons she saw take flight not moments before.

And her arms!