Sleep and The Next Morning.

Her thunder thighs locked Rokuro in place as he slammed into her, the wet slap of flesh echoing in the room as he fucked her through another screaming climax. He spent the rest of the night claiming her in every way imaginable – bending her over the dresser so he could watch her massive ass jiggle with each thrust, pinning her against the wall while she wrapped her legs around Rokuro's waist and squealed about being 'filled to the brim', even making her ride him cowgirl style while her enormous tits bounced wildly in his face, the crude tattoos blurring into obscene streaks as she mindlessly ground her cum-slicked cunt down onto his shaft. Each position change only made her dumber, her pink eyes glazing further, her squeals becoming higher-pitched and more incoherent as load after thick load of his seed flooded her fertile womb, the 'CUM DUMP' tattoo seeming to pulse with each fresh deposit. Rokuro finally collapsed onto the mattress, utterly spent, his cock slipping from her gaping, leaking hole as exhaustion claimed him.

Hinata, however, remained wide awake, her bimbofication having kinda taken her ability to sleep away buzzing with relentless, empty need. As soon as Rokuro's breathing evened out in sleep, she slithered down the bed, her thick lips wrapping hungrily around his softening cock. Her thick, wet lips slid down his shaft with obscene suction, her bimbo-enhanced throat muscles working greedily even as he slept.

In the morning a shaking sensation dragged Rokuro roughly from unconsciousness, his eyes snapping open to see Hinata already bouncing wildly atop his cock, her massive, tanned tits flopping against his chest. "Oooh! Master's awake!" she squealed, her pink eyes lighting up with vacant delight. Before he could react, she slammed her hips down hard, taking him to the hilt just as his climax ripped through him. She leaned down, mashing her inflated, gloss-smeared lips against his in a sloppy, candy-flavored kiss as Rokuro erupted deep inside her fertile cunt, her inner walls clamping down like a greedy vice to milk every drop. "Mmmph! Tastes like... ummmm huh I like totally can't place it *giggles* but it like, tastes super super good!" she giggled breathlessly against his mouth, her tongue lashing out to catch a stray drop of his cum from the corner of his lips.

Rokuro gave her plump, deeply tanned ass a sharp, stinging spank that made the flesh ripple obscenely. "Alright, Hina, time to get up," he grunted, his cock still twitching inside her dripping hole. "We've got things to do." Hinata pouted dramatically, her lower lip jutting out. "Awwww! But Masterrrr! Like, your yummy cum is still inside me! Shouldn't we, like, make sure it sticks?" She wiggled her hips, trying to keep him buried deep. He spanked her again, harder. "Up. Now." With a theatrical sigh and a high-pitched giggle, she lifted herself off his softening cock with a wet, sucking pop. "Like, oh-kay!" she chirped, a thick stream of his seed immediately leaking down her inner thigh before flashing Rokuro a vacant, lip-glossed smile.

"Get dressed," he ordered, already pulling on his own clothes and ignoring the mess between her legs. "We're leaving the village today." Hinata blinked, her heavily mascaraed lashes fluttering. "Leaving? Like... forever?"

"Like, yeahhhh, forever," Rokuro said mockingly pinching her swollen nipples between his fingers and twisting just enough to make her squeal (He’s going to come back once the heat dies down from the disappearance of her from Konoha and by then she's not going even remember BEING from here). "But it's not like you know anyone here anymore, right, sweetie?" Her pink, glossed lips formed a perfect 'O' as another thick strand of cum dripped down her wobbling thigh. "Ummmmm," she hummed, tilting her head so far her platinum blonde extensions brushed her inflated asscheeks. "Like, was I supposed to? All I remember is Master's yummy cock!" She giggled, shaking her tits deliberately to make them jiggle for him.

"Alright, horny..." Rokuro grunted, giving her cum-slicked thigh a rough pat. "Closet. Now." He guided her by the ass, his fingers sinking deep into the pliant flesh of her tanned cheek as she waddled unsteadily towards the walk-in, her massive tits swaying heavily with each step. Rifling through the racks of clothes, Hinata didn't even hesitate. With a vacant giggle, she yanked out a microscopic, neon-pink bandage dress that looked like it belonged on a cheap streetwalker. "Oooh! This one, Master! Like, it totally matches my new hair!" she squealed, holding it up against her inflated frame. It barely covered her nipples and would ride up her ass crack with the slightest movement. She tossed it onto the bed and immediately dove back in, emerging triumphantly with a push-up bra made of flimsy, leopard-print lace and straps thinner than dental floss. "And this! Like, makes my boobies look even biggerer for you!" She beamed, completely ignoring the pile of practical ninja gear and modest kimonos shoved to the back.

The slut didn't even glance at the discarded panties littering the floor. Instead, she shimmied into the minuscule dress, the stretchy fabric straining dangerously over her ballooning hips and ass, the hem riding high enough to flash the crude 'CUM DUMP' tattoo just above her puffy, freshly used pussy lips. The push-up bra was a joke – it lifted her already massive, gravity-defying tits into obscene, spherical orbs that threatened to spill out of the plunging neckline with every breath. She then wobbled over to the shoe rack, instantly selecting a pair of ridiculously high, clear plastic platform heels with goldfish swimming in the heels. "Like, perfects!" she chirped, somehow managing to strap them on without falling over, her movements surprisingly instinctive despite her profound stupidity. She even did a little twirl, the dress riding up to expose her bare, cum-leaking slit completely. "Do I look, like, totally fuckable, Master?"

Rokuro grabbed the few scrolls containing his essentials, the seals pulsing faintly with chakra. "Good enough..." he muttered, ignoring her **** plea for validation. He steered her towards the door, his hand firmly planted on the warm, exposed flesh of her ass cheek, guiding her swaying, heel-clacking gait. Just before stepping out into the Konoha morning, Rokuro shoved a pair of enormous, gaudy sunglasses onto her face – bright pink frames shaped like hearts, the lenses dark enough to hide the vacant pink glow of her Byakugan-gone-dumb eyes. "Keep these on, dummy. Don't talk to anyone unless I say so." Hinata nodded eagerly, the oversized shades slipping down her nose. "Like, oh-kay, Master!"