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Rokuro’s hands closed over the impossibly soft flesh, each tit so massive his fingers couldn't even come close to encircling them. They pulsed with unnatural heat, radiating the bimbo-making chakra still working its magic deep inside her. Hinata gasped, a high-pitched, airy sound, her back arching instinctively to push her tits deeper into his grasp.

His amused grin widened as he noticed the pathetic scrap of fabric still valiantly trying to contain Hinata's ballooning chest. The cheap bra strained against impossible pressure, its seams creaking. With a contemptuous flick of his fingers, Rokuro ripped the straining thing off, the flimsy material offering no more resistance than wet paper. Hinata gasped, her cartoonishly huge tits bouncing wildly with the sudden release, the semi-erect nipples hardening further as cool air hit them. "Oooh!" she squealed, more delighted than startled, her vacant eyes glued to the mesmerizing jiggle of her own flesh. Drool glistened on her chin as she watched, utterly transfixed by the hypnotic wobble.

His fingers sank greedily back into the impossibly soft, yielding flesh, kneading the massive mounds like warm dough. Each squeeze sent visible ripples through the heavy orbs, radiating unnatural heat that seeped into his palms. Hinata moaned, a high-pitched, airy sound that quickly escalated into breathy gasps. "Oh! Oh! Like, that feels… OH!" she panted, her back arching desperately to push more of her tits into his hands. Her vacant expression flickered with something primal – pure, dumb pleasure. "Master's hands... so good... everywhere!" Her words slurred, coherence dissolving as the pink fog thickened behind her eyes.

The carnal thoughts flooding his mind intensified with every moan she made, every helpless thrust of her hips against nothing. But he wanted to see her beg. Abruptly, Rokuro pulled his hands away, leaving her massive tits swaying heavily, flushed and marked with his grip. "They feel fine to me," Rokuro declared casually, wiping a bead of sweat from her overheated skin onto his pants. "No problems there."

"W-wait!" Hinata whimpered, the sudden loss of contact hitting her like physical pain. Her lower lip trembled, eyes wide and pleading.

"You like it when I grope you, Hinata?" he asked, his thumbs finding her stiff, flushed nipples and teasing them. A jolt of electric pleasure shot through her, making her gasp and arch her back even more, thrusting those obscene melons towards him. The urge to clamp his mouth over one was almost overwhelming, but Rokuro savored the anticipation. She'd taste even sweeter when the transformation was complete.

"Yes, Master!" she squealed, her voice breathy and high. "Like, please grab my boobies! They feel sooo good when you squeeze them!" Her eyes were glazed, pupils wide with dumb arousal, but beneath the bimbo haze, a faint blush of shame stained her cheeks. That wouldn't do. He guessed she was trying to resist her transformation to a degree and regaining some of her normal sensibilities. That needed to go. Now.

"As much as I want to," he murmured, his left hand leaving a nipple to trail down her flushed stomach, "I think I need to check your butt." His fingers dug into the impossibly plump swell of her left buttock, kneading the hot, yielding flesh. It felt even larger than before, a perfect, jiggling counterpoint to her massive chest. "It feels like it could use some checking too." Hinata whimpered, a sound caught between pleasure and that lingering, pathetic resistance. With clumsy, eager fingers, she fumbled with the waistband of her pants, shoving them down her hips along with the pathetic scrap of underwear beneath. Whatever modest panties she'd worn were now stretched thin, transformed into a flimsy, straining thong that vanished into the deep cleft of her enormous ass. With the same contemptuous ease as the bra, Rokuro hooked a finger into the flimsy strap and ripped it away. The shreds of fabric fluttered to the floor.

Now completely naked, Hinata stood trembling before him, on the verge of bimbohood. Her blush deepened, a flicker of the Hyuga heiress trying to surface through the pink fog. Rokuro’s hardon throbbed painfully in his pants at the sight of her in her naked, airheaded glory. That blush, that tiny spark of resistance – it needed to be extinguished. Now. his right hand reclaimed a massive breast, fingers sinking deep, while his left returned to the pillowy softness of her ass, squeezing hard. Then, unable to resist any longer, he leaned down and captured a stiff, pebbled nipple in his mouth, sucking hard.

"Oooh! Like, Master!" Hinata shrieked, her body convulsing. The sharp pull on her nipple sent shockwaves of dumb pleasure through her, short-circuiting the last feeble attempts at coherent thought. Her hips jerked forward, seeking friction.

"Like, Master, squeeze harder!" she moaned, her voice thick with pure ecstasy, hips grinding against the air as his hands worked her whorish curves. Her massive breasts swayed heavily with each **** thrust, nipples stiff and glistening where his mouth had been. Rokuro obliged, fingers digging deeper into the impossibly soft flesh of her ass, relishing the way it jiggled like overfilled water balloons. A sharp twist of her nipple made her shriek, back arching violently, the pink fog behind her eyes swirling into a dense, pleasure-drunk haze.

Abruptly, Hinata shook her head, a clumsy, jerky motion that sent her enormous tits sloshing. She stumbled back a step, breaking contact, a flicker of something almost like urgency crossing her vacant face. "Master," she whined, pouting her glossy lips, "do you have, lik- a bathroom?" Her eyes were wide, pleading, but already clouding over again. Rokuro pointed wordlessly down the dim hallway, his gaze fixed appreciatively on the monumental swell of her ass as she turned. It was ludicrously huge, wobbling with each step, the skin stretched taut and flushed, but the frantic growth seemed to be slowing, settling into its final, absurdly plump dimensions. "Come on, stupid door, open!" she commanded the plain wooden door at the end of the hall, planting her hands on her hips. When it didn't budge, her pout deepened into a full-blown sulk. "Stupid meanie door!" she huffed, shifting her weight and making her buttocks jiggle hypnotically. "Hin- I need to get in." Her solution was utterly dumb: she dropped heavily to her knees on the rough floorboards, ignoring the discomfort, and clasped her hands together under her chin. "Pretty please, Mr. Door?" she begged, her voice a high-pitched whine. "Like, I forget how to open you!"

"Having trouble?" Rokuro asked smoothly, strolling up behind her. The view was spectacular – her enormous ass thrust high in the air as she knelt, the plump cheeks trembling slightly, the pink, glistening cleft between them on full display. She looked back over her shoulder, eyes wide and watery.

"Yes," she sniffled. "This door is like, totes mean!" he reached past her, his arm brushing against the heated swell of her buttock, and turned the simple knob. The door clicked open easily. Hinata gasped, scrambling clumsily to her feet.

She flung her arms around his neck, her massive breasts pressing against his chest with obscene softness. "Like, Master!" she squealed, her voice dripping with vapid adoration. "You're, like, a really smarty pants and a total hero!" Her eyes glazed over for a second, a flicker of something almost like confusion crossing her face before it vanished, replaced by a wide, vacant smile. She planted a wet, sloppy kiss on his cheek, leaving a smear of lip gloss, then wiggled free, stumbling towards the open bathroom door with an exaggerated sway of her ludicrously oversized hips. "Gotta uh.. pee like, super bad uh… yeah that!" she giggled, disappearing inside and shutting the door with a clumsy thud.

Inside the small bathroom, Hinata leaned heavily against the sink, her reflection staring back at her from the mirror above it. The sight was jarring, even through the thick pink haze clouding her mind. Her breasts were monstrous globes, resting heavily on the cool porcelain, her nipples stiff and prominent. Her waist was impossibly tiny compared to the shelf of her ass, which curved out behind her like an overripe melon. A tiny spark of panic, a ghost of the Hyuga heiress, flared. "Get a grip on yourself, Hinata," she mumbled, her voice trembling slightly. She turned on the cold tap with clumsy fingers and splashed icy water onto her flushed face. Droplets ran down her neck and between her cleavage. "Look at yourself!" she whispered, staring at the stranger in the mirror – the pouty lips, the wide, empty eyes, the impossible body. A fragment of clarity pierced the fog. "Master! He's doing this to me! I need to..." The thought started with urgency, but then twisted, corrupted instantly by the overwhelming bimbo programming flooding her synapses. "...like, thank him for making me turn into such a hottie!" The panic vanished, replaced by a sultry, high-pitched giggle that echoed in the tiled room. Her reflection grinned back, vacant and eager.

Her eyes, now fully clouded with pink, drifted down her own reflection, lingering on her swollen breasts, the curve of her belly, the obscene swell of her hips. A familiar heat pooled low in her belly, a deep, insistent throb of bimbo need. "Like, I bet," she breathed, tracing a finger over her glossy lower lip in the mirror, her voice dropping to a breathy whisper thick with lust, "if I sucked his cock, like, really good... he'd let me suck it any time I wanted to!" The idea sent a jolt of pure, dumb pleasure through her, making her knees weak and her pussy clench. "Totally!" she affirmed with another airheaded giggle, bouncing slightly on the balls of her feet, making her breasts jiggle wildly.