Through scientific research

The air in Konoha’s medical center hung heavy with the mingled scents of antiseptic and faint traces of blood, a sterile facade masking the dark purpose thriving in its depths. Baby, cloaked in Shikamaru’s lean frame, moved through the underground research wing with a fluid grace, his steps calm yet laced with an undeniable authority. The low hum of machinery buzzed in the background as he approached Shizune’s lab, where she stood hunched over a workbench, her white coat smudged with chemical stains, her red eyes flickering up to meet his with a blend of exhaustion and fervent devotion. Around her, infected doctors—red-eyed thralls in lab coats—worked with mechanical precision, their hands steady as they handled vials and scribbled notes, all dedicated to amplifying their Master’s power.

“Lord Baby,” Shizune greeted, her voice a soft hum of reverence as she set down a sleek syringe filled with a shimmering, silver-laced fluid. “We’ve made progress.” She gestured to the array of equipment—microscopes, chakra-infused cultures, and a faintly glowing viral agent pulsing in a sealed container. “Your possession is quicker now, seamless. And this,” she lifted the syringe, its contents catching the dim light, “spreads your DNA without you needing to enter them yourself. One injection, and they’re rewritten—converted into Tuffles, loyal only to you.”

Baby smirked, Shikamaru’s lazy drawl twisting into something sinister as he stepped closer, running a borrowed finger along the edge of her jaw. “No more creeping through cuts and holes—elegant, efficient. I like it.” Shizune’s breath hitched at his touch, her body instinctively straightening under his gaze. She tapped a scroll covered in dense notes, her voice steady despite the weight of her words. “To spread your essence naturally—like a mist or a pulse—you’d need a massive chakra source. Something… like Naruto.”

His grin widened, Shikamaru’s mind spinning through the implications, time slowing as he weighed the angles. Naruto’s boundless energy, the Nine-Tails’ chakra—a wellspring that could transform Baby into a living plague. “A chakra source that vast…” he mused, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. Shizune stepped closer, her red eyes locking onto his. “His network is beyond any standard host. Infect him, even partially, and you could release your DNA effortlessly—no syringes, no limits.”

A hushed silence filled the lab as Baby hummed, the tantalizing thought sinking in. Naruto was a prize worth pursuing—but too dangerous for now. “That step comes later,” he said smoothly, placing the syringe back onto the tray. “For now, show me how effective our little creation is.”

Shizune smirked, a flicker of her own personality blending with her devotion, and gestured to a reinforced chamber at the lab’s edge, its glass walls fogged with condensation. Inside, a young Chunin from Amegakure sat bound to a steel examination chair, her wrists and ankles secured with chakra-infused restraints. Her dark hair clung to her sweat-dampened face, gray eyes flickering with defiance despite the tremor in her breath. The air hummed with the faint buzz of medical equipment, now laced with the metallic tang of fear.

Shizune approached the chamber, the syringe gleaming in her hand, her white coat swaying as she savored the moment. She slid the door open and stepped inside with a predator’s grace, circling the Chunin, her red eyes drinking in the girl’s helpless struggle. “Look at you,” she purred, her voice a soft taunt, “so proud, so fierce—yet all mine to break.” She trailed a finger along the Chunin’s jaw, then gripped her chin, forcing her head up as the girl spat a curse, her voice hoarse but unbroken. Shizune laughed darkly, pressing herself closer, her free hand sliding beneath the torn tunic to grope the Chunin’s chest, teasing her with a slow, possessive squeeze. “You’ll serve Master soon,” she whispered, her lips brushing the girl’s ear, “but first, let’s play.”

Baby, leaning casually against the counter in Shikamaru’s form, watched with amusement. “Go on,” he murmured, voice low and commanding, “show me.” With a flick of her wrist, Shizune plunged the syringe into the Chunin’s neck, the silver fluid surging into her veins. The girl’s body jolted, a violent convulsion ripping through her as the viral agent took hold—muscles seizing, eyes rolling back, a choked scream dying in her throat. Her back arched against the chair, veins darkening beneath her shuddering skin as Baby’s DNA tore through her cells, rewriting her essence.

Then—stillness. Her body slumped limply, chest rising faintly as the transformation settled. Shizune stepped back, her smirk widening as she unfastened the restraints, the leather straps falling away. The Chunin stirred, her fingers twitching, then rose with unnatural grace, her once-defiant posture now bent to Baby’s will. When her eyes reopened, they burned a vivid red—twin embers of submission.

She turned to face him, sinking to her knees before Shikamaru’s form, her dark hair spilling over her shoulders as she pressed her forehead to the floor, groveling in a pool of devotion. “Master,” she rasped, her voice trembling with fervor, “Lord Baby, please—let me pleasure you, let me serve the Tuffles. I’m yours, forever yours.” Her hands reached for his boots, fingers brushing the leather as she begged, her body quivering with the need to prove her loyalty.

Baby tilted Shikamaru’s head, his smirk deepening as he savored her surrender, then shifted his gaze to Shizune. “The failed test subjects?” he asked, his tone gentle—almost affectionate. Shizune nodded, stepping closer, her red eyes gleaming with pride. “Disposed of—ashes scattered, tracks covered. No one will know.” His smile widened, and he brushed his knuckles lightly against her cheek. “Good girl,” he purred, the words dripping with approval. Shizune shivered, a ripple of pleasure coursing through her, her knees weakening as a breathless gasp escaped her lips, her mind clouding with euphoric devotion.

He turned back to the kneeling Chunin, her red eyes fixed on him, and gestured with Shikamaru’s hand. “You,” he ordered, his voice a silken leash, “reward Shizune for her good work—bring her to climax, again and again, until she’s spent.” The woman leapt to obey, rising with a fervor that belied her earlier captivity. She crossed to Shizune, her hands sliding up the medic’s thighs, pushing the coat aside to reveal the soft skin beneath. Shizune gasped as the Chunin’s fingers found her pussy, stroking with **** precision, her tongue following to lap at her clit with worshipful hunger. Shizune’s head tipped back, moans spilling from her lips as the first climax shuddered through her, her hands gripping the woman’s hair. The Chunin didn’t relent, driving her to a second, then a third, each wave crashing harder, Shizune’s cries echoing in the lab as her body buckled under the relentless devotion. Baby watched, Shikamaru’s grin stretching wide, his mind already calculating the next move.