Kirigakure (Mei Terumi)

Written by Hen

His spirit was flying past several islands at blazing speeds, with that in mind Madara could only deduce he was heading towards The Land of Sea, where Obito was presumably still keeping a tight leash on Kirigakure by controlling Yagura, the Third Mizukage.

"I should've been harsher with him, all this time and he is still playing around in that Village instead of capturing the Three Tails." he said with a slightly annoyed expression on his face. "Although i can't say i fully blame him, it is rather fun toying around with idiots."

His suspicions were all but confirmed as he was now surrounded by thick fog, which only appeared to become more dense with each passing moment, surely a sign of being close to Kirigakure itself.

"Perhaps i should have some fun controlling the Village myself, after all, i wont be having another chance once i deal with Obito" he thought to himself while his spirit was seemingly speeding up.

Very soon he could barely see a few meters in front of himself due to the mist that was obscuring vision, but it didn't matter either way, as his journey was seemingly over as he could finally feel his body standing on two feet, said body did however feel fairly different than usual.

He could still feel a similar weight pulling on his head, which was odd as he didnt remember Obito having that long of a hairstyle, but he shrugged it off thinking Obito just didnt bother cutting it, he also felt a fair bit lighter than previously, but oh well, surely Obito could've just been slacking off on his training, he thought.

There were also other things that weren't as easy to explain, he could feel an unfamiliar fabric firmly squeeze his legs while his shoulders felt bare and slightly cold, his hips also felt noticeably wider than before, but the most striking sensation was on his chest, it felt exceedingly heavy and as if there was something tightly pushing back against it, almost as if it was trying to contain it, making even breathing a bit troublesome, however, Madara chose to ignore all of that, surely it was all just side-effects of using the jutsu, he thought yet again.

Opening his eyes first thing he noticed was that he could only see through one eye, his right eye was being covered by something, probably Obito's mask as usually. "Still wearing that ugly thing, you never change Obito." thought Madara.

The right next thing he noticed was a woman standing in front of him, staring back at him, a very voluptuous woman that wore heeled boots, mesh stockings a mini skirt and a fancy dark blue dress for the finish touch, the dress didn't cover her shoulders, and was closed with a zipper that reached up to her substantial chest, a chest that was obviously too big for said zipper that was struggling to contain the bosom from bursting out.

She also possessed a surprising pretty face, however maybe it was just due to the makeup and the pink lipstick that truly accentuated her already plump lips, her long hair that covered her right eye made for a near perfect finish touch to round up the whole aesthetic.

Madara however was not amused, far from it, he never liked people who wasted effort on meaningless things, and it was quite clear whoever she was, she cared far too much about her looks to be someone competent

"And here i thought Obito was a tragic romantic, wishing for nothing but to have his dear Rin back, yet here he is in Kirigakure, wasting time in the company of cheap hookers..." he said as his face turned into a look of absolute disappointment and disgust, weirdly enough the woman that stood in front of him also bore a similar expression to his, almost as if she could read his mind.

Madara just closed his eyes and slowly shook his head in response, earlier he was almost a slight bit thrilled about finding out what Obito was doing, but now all that excitement was gone. "Lets just get this over with..." he thought to himself while raising his arm up to his head in order to remove his mask, preparing to kill the woman and take back his Rinnegan

But when his fingers reached his head, he didn't feel no mask, quite far from it, he felt as if his head was touched by fingernails, confused he opened his eyes to inspect what was going on, and what he saw was a slim hand with long fingernails decorated with dark blue nail polish. Seeing that confused Madara even more, "Nail polish?" he said outloud with a confused tone, but that only amplified his confusion even more, as the voice that came out was clearly not Obito's, and was very feminine to say the least.

Shocked he just stood there with his mouth gaped open staring at his new hand, trying to process whats going on, it was then that he noticed, that the womam shared the exact same expression as his, while holding her own hand up, a hand that was clearly embellished in the same nail polish as his.

"It cant be..." he said, with dread slowly creeping up into his mind, his breathing was heavier and faster with each second, as he started to inspect the woman, there were far too many similarities, bare shoulders, hair covering her right eye, tight fabric hugging her legs, bounteous hips, and a chest that looked as if it was going to burst. He slowly started opening and closing his mouth and much to his horror, the plump lips in front of him were mimicking the exact same motions he was making.

There was only way to confirm the terrifying suspicion that sneaked into his thoughts, anxious he slowly bent his head downwards and there he saw a pair of colossal tits being hugged by a blue dress, and in between them the same zipper that was about to break at any moment.

Madara was left speechless, the previous dread he felt was now completely overpowering his mind, so much so that he collapsed on his new bottom, he hit the ground with a loud thud, which finally broke the zipper containing his newly attained boobs.

He was in a complete state of shock, hyperventilating on the floor now that he could finally breathe without obstructions, while staring at this own reflection in the mirror, a reflection of a promiscuous woman.

On the other side of the room, someone was knocking on the door, "Lady Mei, is everything alright?!" the person shouted, worried that something could've happened.

Madara himself didn't even notice the commotion, he was far too distracted with what happened to him, he hurried to use the jutsu again, reminding himself of the necessary hand seals, there was no way he was going to be stuck in the body of some incompetent wench.

But as much as he tried, nothing happened, sweat was forming on his pale and smooth skin, rolling down his melons all while the fear and stress was reaching a boiling point, however that didn't stop him from repeating the hand seals over and over again, with each attempt nothing happening, he only became more and more nervous.

The person outside of the room, scared for the safety of the kage broke down the door, said person was...