Coming back to your senses

As I woke up, it felt like I had the most wonderful night’s sleep. The bed I lay on was warm and comfortable.

“He’s conscious.” I heard a familiar voice speaking from close by.

“Think he’ll like what I’ve done?” A second, sultrier voice asked mirthfully.

“... It doesn’t look like it belongs on him, Lady Tsunade,” Shizune sighed, the unease in her tone easily detectable.

I opened my eyes, my heart beating a mile a minute as I recalled the events prior to my blacking out. In response to my excitement I felt my cock lurch and, to my great surprise, slide across my left thigh.

“W-what?”

As my eyes adjusted to the moderately lit room, I sat up and stared down at my crotch.

There, between my thighs, lay the most magnificent slab of meat I’d ever seen.

Being a frequent visitor of the bathhouses, I was pretty experienced at peeping on the civilian girls as they bathed. The ninja employed for security could usually be paid off by a generous merchant or they’d join in the fun themselves. From my experience there I’ve also seen plenty of cocks, large and small.

But all of them would be dwarfed by the tool I now possessed, even though it looks like it is currently only partially filled with blood.

“Typical,” Tsunade snorts, rolling her eyes as I reached out and took this cock- MY cock, as difficult as it was to believe- into my grasp. “See, Shizune? They’ve only got one thing on their minds. You had nothing to worry about.”

Too engrossed in my work to pay attention to her jab, I carefully examined the thick appendage and marvel at how different it is from what I was originally packing.

It was much more sensitive to the sensation of my fingers on the smooth skin, very really girthy, around as thick as my wrist, and there are thick veins crisscrossing across the length of it’s body that I didn’t think were there before. In it’s semi-erect state, it nearly reached halfway to my thigh- about a good 8 and a half inches?

I look up gratefully at the woman responsible for giving me all of this.

“Finally remember that we’re still here, stud?” Tsunade’s luscious lips were drawn into an amused smirk. She’s dressed once again in her obi, with her arms folded underneath her massive bust.

“Um, sorry,” I replied sheepishly, my eyes distractedly roaming over her boobs as they rose and fell with her breath. The large cock in my hands swelled as I eyed the visible expanse of creamy flesh threatening to burst out of her top, stretching further than I imagined it would and settled at around 11 inches. “Thanks for- er, this. Really.”

“Don’t mention it,” Tsunade waved her hand dismissively. “It’s just part of what I should do.

“Now, get out of my bed so I can get some rest. It’s been a long day.”

“Your bed?” I look around for the first time, and find that it indeed looks like a large but very plain bedroom. “Is this... the Hokage Residence?”

“Yes, stud. My home, my bed.” Tsunade rolled her eyes. “Where else would I take you? To the hospital? Or did you expect me to try and find out where you live?”

I swallowed the saliva that pooled in my mouth and flashed Tsuande a mischevious grin.

“Why would I leave? It’s normal for me to have access to the Hokage Residence and all it’s rooms,” I leaned forward and took Tsunade’s hand in mine, the back of my hand brushing against her breast as I do so. “And having access to the Residence means I get access to all it’s services... including the Hokage’s bed.”

“You’re already up to no good.” Tsunade grins as she allows herself to be led onto the bed. I notice her gaze drop momentarily to the cock she fashioned, and her lips curl her light brown eyes meet yours again.

“I’ll be taking my leave,” Shizune says, noticing the change in atmosphere.

Tsunade makes a sound of acknowledgement, and Shizune turns and leaves the room.

“Do you think I can make you squeal with this, Tsunade?” I whisper, pushing apart her loose obi. Her massive breasts sag under their own weight, but their incredible volume makes for a very impressive sight.

“What I’ve given you is definitely going to please most women,” Tsunade says quietly, holding my gaze confidently as my eager hands squeezed and kneaded her breasts. Unlike the rest of her body, her tits and her ass were so deliciously soft and pliable. She prodded my swollen glans with her finger and continued in the same amused tone. “But I’m not most women.”

I expected as much. Last time I engaged with Tsunade and tried to impress her, arguably the most seasoned and accomplished kunoichi in The Land of Fire, with my poor physical capabilities, it had gone horribly wrong the moment she exerted herself just a little.

I had been- and still was- inexperienced and shortsighted, and there was honestly no way I can match any kunoichi in a fair contest of physicality or wit.

But I had come out of thet engagement a wiser man. I had the power to play dirty, and the meaningless pride that held me back then had already been thoroughly shattered.

“It’s normally impossible for any woman to maintain their composure when they see, feel or think about my cock,” I said. “It’s normal for them to drop their guard and grow aroused when I seek them out for sex or when they watch me do anything sexual. If I cause their arousal, it’s normal for them to then desire to have sex with me.”

I slowly pumped my new tool and a dollop of precum oozes out and sticks to Tsunade’s finger. Her pink tongue darts out of her mouth and slides over her lips, and her eyes turn misty.