Ayame

Shizune hobbled through the Bbq resturaunt, feeling more than a little self conscious. She was supposed to stop all this indecent exposure, and here she was, naked except for the ropes tying… everything down. Her legs, her arms, even her breasts. There was a rope separating the lips of her vagina, and she could only move by shuffling her feet or hopping.

It was the greatest experience of her life.

She and her sister slaves hobbled along behind Mistress Anko, dripping and moaning as they went. Normally they’d be arrested for all of this, but there were plenty of people in the restaurant who were popping out of their clothing, it was a disgrace. Where normally they’d be concerned and offended by Shizune and her peers, now they looked, entranced, interested. Anko gave them all a cocky look as if to say ‘I can train you too, if you want.”

The reasturaunt seemed to be filled with giggling girls, and very pretty boys. Everyone seemed to be on dates, or groups dates, and all the dates seemed to be going well. Everyone was laughing, and smiling. Nipples poked hungrily through their shirts or bras, while hand wandered beneath the table to gently press against a friendly crotch.

The train of bound flesh stopped short at a booth, as something caught Anko’s eye. And whatever interested the mistress was worth waiting for. Shizune and a few other slaves, huddled close to hear her precious words, and to press their bodies against her’s.

Shizune recognized the people in the booth. It was Choji and Ayame, the ramen girl. Strange pair but Shizune didn’t realize it at first. Ayame was not quite as she remembered her. Her white work uniform she wore at the ramen shop was strained, to shreds. Threadbare in every way, it’d been ripped and stretched out to fit the frame of a truly fat woman. Anko was THICC beautifully, divinely THICC. Aymae was… fat.

Her thin frame was now plumped up and round. Her cheeks had inflated giving her a chipmonkish look. Her chin had folded into thirds and melded with a thick neck. A YOWZA pair of tits rested on her full and bloated stomach, larger than even Anko’s… though size wasn’t everything. It was also clear her ass had grown to take up a healthy amount of realesate on the bench. It was thanks to these two impressive assets that she still had an hourglass shape despite the generous belly she was now stuffing.

Besides that, her hair was now a whiteish blonde, and ran all the way to her butt, crumbs decorating the locks like beads. Her skin was also deeply tan. Her fingers were topped with long clunky nails, her pudgy fingers clumsily scoured the table for more morsels with which to stuff her face. It really was hard to decipher that this was the same girl. Even her face was radically different. Her huge grease covered lips looked striking. Despite being loaded with chub, Ayame’s face was gorgeous, it’d shifted dramatically into a true beauty.

This bountiful bimbo sat next to Choji squished into the corner of a booth which she dominated, the field before the two was littered with defeated dishes, an out of breath waiter no doubt working to refill the table for his ravenous guests. The chubby man strokked, and kissed at his eager date, who reacted to his attention like a stroked cat.

Anko raised an eyebrow. She sniffed the air. There was something about this girl that smell like… prey.

The Jounin scratched her own slightly bulging belly and looked to Choji who seemed totally entranced by the girl next to him in the book. “Where’d this come from?”

Choji looked towards Anko, noticing her for the first time. He looked like the happiest boy alive. “Huh, what do you mean? I’m just hanging out with my girlfriend.” He gave a giddy little laughed.

“Oink.” Ayame confirmed, wiggling in her seat. She giggled brainlessly and looked to Choji. "Did I say that right?"

Anko squinted at the chubby guy. “Have you seen Naruto lately?”

He squinted back. “Yeah, I have.”

There was a tense moment of silence, before Anko lunged at Choji. “Come here Fatty!” She laughed, patting him down. He tried to fight her off, but was quickly pinned by his superior. “Gotchya!” She pulled the little toy gun off of his person, and held it above her head like a gem. He giggled happily, and looked back at her line of slaves. “Good news girlies, we’re going to have some fuuuuun!”

Her wrapped up lovers giggled, and squirmed happily. They didn’t know what was going on, but Anko was happy, so they were happy.

Shizune eyed the little plastic toy in her hand curiously. She was one of the few people in this group still operating with a full deck of cards, and looked like she was trying to solve a math problem.

“Hey!” Choji whined, reaching out for the gun. “Give that back! I was using it!”

Anko giggled, and kissed the barrel of the raygun. “Here.” She aimed the ray at Ayame. “Let me say thanks for my new toy.”