Sexy Jutsu: ?? on ?? Version!

Naruto furtively glanced around before slipping into a certain prominent residence in the heart of Leaf Village. In his pocket, he clenched a torn page.

"Naruto," it read in familiar handwriting, "I have some important business to take care of and I'll be leaving the village for awhile. Though Kakashi has taken over your training once more, there is one more thing I wanted to teach you, but you have to earn it. Go to the place where you found the Scroll of Seals that first helped you learn your mass shadow clone jutsu!

Good luck,

-Jiraiya"

The Scroll of Seals. It felt like so long ago that Mizuki had tricked him into stealing that scroll from the Hokage's residence. Naruto wryly reminisced about the early days. Most of his ninja academy days were not happy ones, but when he looked back on them, especially at how they lead him to the people he holds dear like Iruka sensei, and Team Seven he could not help but smile. He tightened his grip on the page. He would bring Sasuke back. Maybe this 'thing,' Jiraiya wanted to teach him could help.

Naruto rubbed a finger under his nose sheepishly, refocusing on why he was once more breaking into the Hokage's residence. That Ero Sennin... he would hide it here, forcing me to sneak around right under Granny Tsunade nose, he thought to himself. What would he say if she found him sneaking around? Maybe he could use a transformation jutsu to pretend to be Sakura - as her student, Sakura might be able to get away with being here at this time of night if she forgot something...? Well he decided to worry about that if it became a problem. If no one caught him in the first place, it would not be an issue.

It took a little searching to find the particular scroll archive that housed the Scroll of Seals, but finally, he stood in front of a dusty rack. He furrowed his brow. He had thought that the Scroll of Seals would look familiar to him, but he could not help but see it as an ordinary scroll like any of the others on the rack. Well, any other except one. Naruto had been about to pick up the scroll of seals itself when another caught his eye.

Just a few slots down, a little frog charm hung from the tassels binding a scroll that looked younger than the other ones in this rack. Sure enough, when Naruto picked it up and unrolled it, he immediately recognized Jiraiya's handwriting. Skimming it, Naruto could not help but start grinning.

"You really are a pervy sage..." he muttered to himself.

"Who is?"

Naruto jumped, almost dropping the scroll. He had let his guard down, getting caught up in the contents of the scroll. No, to find him in this remote corner of the Hokage's residence, his company must have tailed him for some time.

"Naruto Uzumaki, I would have hoped two years out training with a Sannin would have made you grow up a bit, but here you are, just a few days back and you're already sneaking around suspiciously." Ino Yamanaka slid out of the shadows and stood, one hand on a hip, seeming to look down on him disdainfully despite being shorter. She continued haughtily. "And stealing scrolls from the Hokage no less."

Startled by her verbal onslaught, Naruto failed to stop Ino from grabbing Jiraiya's scroll from him. She glanced over it, but seemed to **** when she realized what it contained.

"What is this?" Ino demanded. "This is... this was sealed away for good reason."

Naruto vainly made a lunge for the scroll but Ino jerked it out of reach and he stumbled past her. He glanced back at her despondently but Ino no longer seemed concerned with him, continuing to study the scroll thoughtfully instead. Finally, she turned her attention back to Naruto.

“Here’s the deal. I might be willing to overlook this… if you tell me what you’re planning to do with it.”

Naruto blinked. He had been debating between bracing himself for a lecture and making a run for it, but had never imagined preppy Ino, of all people, would . Certainly not like this. He straightened up out of a fight or flight stance and cleared his throat.

“I dunno, maybe play a prank on Sakura or something. Maybe pretend to be Granny Tsunade and confuse people with nonsense Hokage orders…” he blurted out spitballing. There was no plan prior to this, he had only known the contents of that scroll a few moments longer than Ino herself had.

Ino looked at him dryly. “I’m not sure what I expected,” she commented flatly, but then her eyes lit up. “But messing with Billboard Brow is something I haven’t had a chance to do in a while, so I think I can work with that.” She paused to think some more. “In fact, I think we can do both of those!” she added with a mischievous chuckle. “I’m not Shikamaru, but I can hatch a clever ploy when I want to!” Naruto watched with a mix of dread and morbid curiosity as she nodded again, almost able to see the cogs turning in her head as her plan came together.

Naruto stared at her blankly. “Huh…?”

Ino clicked her tongue, “Take a hint, Naruto. I’m saying I’ll help you, but we’ll follow my plan, got it? Good. Here’s what we’re going to do…”

Elsewhere in the building, Tsunade sat in the Hokage’s office, eyes glazed over some reports. Administrative duties were the unglamorous side of her seat and something she usually left to Shizune’s discretion, but her assistant insisted that she need to attend to these particular reports herself. She wondered for the fourth or fifth time how she had wound up behind that desk.

The corners of Tsunade’s mouth tightened as she came across a particular document. Ninja known to be associates of Orochimaru had been spotted near the Sand Village’s territory. Orochimaru… Sasuke may also be there. She was wondering if she could get away with sending another scout for more information when the door to her office opened and Sakura admitted herself. Tsunade stiffened at the sight of her pupil, but **** herself to relax and a moment later smiled at the young pink haired kunoichi.

“What is it, Sakura? Isn’t it a bit late for you to still be here?” Tsunade asked probingly.

“Huh?” the girl responded. “Oh.. uh… yes…” she stumbled verbally. Tsunade’s eyes narrowed. Tsunade had good reason to suspect a spy using a transformation jutsu, but despite her aptitude for chakra detection, she sensed nothing out of the ordinary from the girl. Sakura continued.

“Gra- err… S-Sensei, I uh.. saw your light still on and wanted to check on you. To… make sure you weren’t overdoing it…?” Even she wasn’t convinced by her excuse. Something about the way she spoke seemed off, yet familiar...

Suddenly, the pieces fell into place.

Earlier today, Jiraiya stopped in to visit Tsunade claiming he was leaving the village again to investigate some secret organization that he thought would threaten the Leaf Village. Before he left though, he shared a new invention of his. Perhaps it had been his idea of trying to lighten the mood, but the shock on Tsunade’s face had alarmed even poor Sakura who was already there discussing her own future. Chased out by a barrage of ninja tools, office paraphernalia, and the threat of bodily harm by the affronted Hokage, Jiraiya left them his ‘gift’ as well as instructions on how to recreate it.

While the idea of the “Skinsuit Jutsu” disturbed Tsunade, she was not too proud to admit that it could be useful. The ability to conceal oneself physically with minimal chakra after the initial jutsu and with none of the common giveaways of the traditional transformation jutsu was too powerful to just ignore simply because its employment was embarrassing. Or that his example had been a skinsuit of Tsunade herself!

The kunoichi across the office from Tsunade could not be Sakura herself, but... a certain boisterous ninja who had been studying perhaps the wrong things under the Perverted Hermit himself could feasibly have also learned Jiraiya’s new jutsu. Tsunade decided to test her pupil’s imposter, just to be sure. Tsunade picked up the paper she had just been reading.

“Your friend Sasuke was supposedly spotted around the outskirts of the Village Hidden in the Sand.” she started slowly, requiring effort to make sure she did not **** over the name herself. The Sakura imposter bristled at the name, and her eyes filled with a complex mix of emotions. It was practically a conditioned response, though Naruto had done the conditioning to himself, Tsunade thought. Idly, she wondered if she looked like that as well when she heard that name. Tsunade smiled. So Naruto thought he could mess with the Hokage, huh? Well, two can play that game.

Tsunade gave a pacifying wave. “Don’t get too excited now, it was just a rumor, but I’ll make sure that it’s investigated properly.” She set aside the report and gave Sakura a patient look letting ‘her’ cool down. “You’ll just have to wait till then to hear back. In the meantime, since you’re here, perhaps you could help me with something...” Tsunade trailed off having to think for a second. She did not want Naruto to know that she knew it was him, which meant she could not reveal that she knew about Jiraiya’s skinsuit jutsu. She needed to make him share it with her himself…

“Here we are,” Tsunade began again, picking up another random report from her desk. “My presence was requested in The Village hidden in the Rain. A personal request from an old friend. With things having been reasonably quiet around here recently, I was thinking about going. But since it’s not Hokage business, I’d rather be discreet about it…” It was really not a lie. Sakura looked confused; this was probably too subtle for Naruto, so Tsunade decided to cut to the chase. “Ahem. So anyway, normally, I would ask Shizune to cover for me but if you feel up to trying it instead, I think you could learn a lot from the experie-” she was interrupted by a timid knock followed, by her assistant, Shizune, entering. Tsunade hesitated, but caught herself quickly and continued. “Shizune will help you of course.”

Both ‘girls’ blinked in surprise. Having sent the real one on a mission just earlier today that was expected to take at least two days, this Shizune was most certainly also a fake, but unlike Naruto she conducted herself less revealingly. Tsunade’s mind first jumped to Jiraiya, trying to identify this new imposter’s true identity. Was his claim of departing the village earlier just a lie to facilitate this prank? He had certainly seemed quite serious when discussing that part. And why would he pick Shizune over the chance to be Tsunade? Well, no matter, one more player did not change the game.

Shizune shared a glance with Sakura, but Tsunade noticed it was not entirely one of confusion. The real Shizune would have spoken up to ask what she had been volunteered for, but this fake one must have been in league with Naruto as she let Sakura respond first.

“Okay, Sensei. But if you don’t mind, I’d like to try something other than a transformation jutsu. I.. uh.. Recently learned of a new jutsu that creates a wearable skin of the target that you can wear instead. I hear it’s just as effective, easier to maintain, and harder to detect by others!”

Tsunade smiled. “Oh? Very well, let’s see it then. I’ll be the judge of whether it’s good enough. Let me see your ‘skinsuit’ of me.”

Sakura took a breath and concentrated. Tsunade sensed Naruto’s chakra begin the jutsu; Sakura made hand signs and, moments later, ‘she’ held a naked Tsunade skinsuit. Shizune gasped dramatically, and Tsunade tried to feign surprise. In truth, she really was impressed. She could not help but marvel at how far Naruto had come since his ninja academy days. The class clown was no longer, and Naruto had become quite the competent and accomplished ninja now.

“Not bad. Put it on. That’ll be the real test,” Tsunade encouraged him.

Sakura nodded, almost giddy in anticipation. Tsunade was admittedly curious how the jutsu would handle two layers, knowing that Naruto was already wearing a Sakura skinsuit and putting on the Tsunade one over top of it… well, if things went wrong, she might end up testing how far her own medical jutsu have come in the last two years.

Tsunade’s second thoughts set in a little too late though, as Sakura had already stripped naked and was fearlessly or perhaps carelessly slipping ‘her’ legs into the Tsunade skinsuit through the opening in the back. Tsunade herself rose and rounded her desk to get a closer look. ‘She’ pulled up Tsunade’s plumper, more mature rump up around her hips and pulled the skinsuit taut around her legs. ‘Her’ arms then quickly disappeared into the torso, hefting its baggy front up over ‘her’ shoulders; modest breasts were covered by flaps of flesh that would fill out into Tsunade’s intimidating bosom once the suit closed up. Sakura eagerly plunged her head into the neck of the Tsunade skinsuit and zipped up the back. Having never seen it from this angle before, Tsunade watched in amazement as the chakra in the skinsuit mutated the skin along its back to hide the zipper. Perhaps aiming a chakra pulse at a target’s back could revel agents wearing these in the future…

Tsunade was brought back by a cough made with her own voice. With the seam closed, the skinsuit’s chakra had taken effect and completed the disguise during Tsunade’s tangential musings and she found herself facing a clone. Naruto’s classic, smug grin looked out of place on Tsunade’s mature features.

“How’s this? Pretty impressive, huh?” ‘she’ asked, the Sakura persona already forgotten.

Tsunade responded with a dry grin of her own. “Passable, which I suppose is what matters. I think I understand how that works now,” she noted. More importantly, she was relieved to see that there seemed to be no immediate complications or side effects to wearing two skinsuits. Tsunade began making hand signs, and moments later produced a skinsuit of a pink haired kunoichi. She handed it to Shizune.

“Your turn,” she commanded with a smirk. Hidden behind her apparent confidence, Tsunade hoped that she had replicated that jutsu correctly. Her assistant looked taken aback at first, but then accepted the skinsuit with a bemused look and began taking off her attire. Tsunade glanced back at her naked clone, who was watching Shizune’s strip show. The clone looked back at her original when Tsunade began making hand signs again. This time, she produced a skinsuit of a black haired kunoichi from Sakura’s class, and her clone gulped when she recognized its identity. Tsunade suppressed a grin. Let’s see how you handle this, Naruto.

While Shizune began stepping into the Sakura skinsuit, Tsunade shed her own robes. As she untucked her obi, she felt her heavy bosom breath out, practically spilling from its fabric confines. The Tsunade clone could not help but stare, despite the same bare breasts weighing upon her own chest. Tsunade turned away from her spectators, Shizune having finished donning the Sakura skinsuit, and set her panties and bra atop the pile of her clothing. When she felt she had suppressed her furious blush, she moved to pick up the Hinata skinsuit.

As well endowed as Hinata had become since their genin days, she was still smaller all around than Tsunade but the fact that Shizune had somehow fit into the Sakura skinsuit reassured her that it would somehow work. She stepped into Hinata’s legs through the seam in the skinsuit’s back and immediately felt the chakra in the skin begin to adjust to accommodate her. She pulled the skinsuit up over her mature hips and felt them slim a bit. Having become extra top heavy, Tsunade almost lost her balance, and hastily drew the rest of Hinata’s skinsuit up over her shoulders to compensate once she caught herself. Her chest felt tight squeezing into Hinata’s and unlike the Sakura to Tsunade transition, Tsunade had more than enough mass to fill out Hinata’s breasts even before the skinsuit’s chakra completed the metamorphosis. She tossed her head to adjust her hair before thrusting it into the last bit of opening at the base of the neck. Tsunade expected the brief scrambling of her senses as they calibrated to Hinata’s body, and a few moments later, opened her eyes to a slightly lower perspective.

“Ah! Crud…” Naruto’s diction from Tsunade’s voice would probably never not sound weird. Hinata blinked to help focus her new eyes. To onlookers, she would appear to have the Byakugan like the original, but functionally, her eyes worked as a normal person’s providing no more than standard visual information. It was enough to notice the sudden flaw in Naruto’s disguise though.

“Oh, my!” Hinata once more feigned surprise. “Lady Hokage, what a fearsome Hiden ninjutsu you’ve been afflicted with! We must extract the poison before it spreads to the rest of your body.” Hinata hid a cringe at what her own dramatics were leading to, but her pride prevented her from turning back now.

Tsunade’s un-womanly wide stance was highlighted by the throbbing hard cock that had somehow pierced through two layers of female genitals and poked out from between the lips of the Hokage’s sex. It measured a respectable 6 inches and was slick with love juices both dribbling from its tip and from the feminine folds it passed through to get out into the open.

“Lady Hokage, you must conserve your strength in case whatever assailant inflicted this upon you returns. Let Sakura and me take care of this for you,” Hinata continued softly, but boldly. Hinata gently eased Tsunade into one of the armchairs around the office and Sakura fell in beside her hiding a goofy grin. They knelt between the Hokage’s legs and began to lick and caress her shaft. As Hinata wrapped her lips around its head, Sakura reached two fingers into Tsunade’s pussy around the rod’s base.

“Oh, no, Sensei. It’s getting worse!” Sakura bemoaned cheesily. She spread Tsunade’s labia wider to the Hokage’s moans, and pulled out a pair of testicles. She began to fondle the balls with one hand and continue to tease Tsunade’s folds with the other while Hinata bobbed up and down on the cock. It did not take long before Hinata felt Naruto stiffen in her mouth.

“Ah.. g-girls! It’s coming out!” Tsunade warned just moments before she exploded. The flesh rod popped out of Hinata’s mouth just in time to spew its juices into the air, splattering heavily over both Sakura and Hinata’s awaiting forms. The ropey white ‘poison’ messily coated the girls’ faces and breasts as Tsunade’s orgasm lingered.

“So much!” Sakura observed with a giggle, “but I sense that there’s still more to draw out. I fear we will need to resort to drastic measures.” Sakura stood and tried to move in closer, but Hinata stopped her.

“Hold on, Sakura. Let me take care of this. As the only other person here with medical experience, we need you to protect your own health as long as we can afford to.” Sakura gave her a wry look, but backed down, letting Hinata climb into the furiously blushing Tsunade’s lap.

“Are… you sure about this, Granny Tsunade?” the hermaphrodite version of the Hokage whispered suddenly rather timid.

“I’m afraid I don’t understand. You are the Hokage, Lady Tsunade…” Hinata answered back. “From now on, we need you to lead and protect us with your wisdom and insight.” Despite her words, Hinata could not quite believe her own position as she lowered herself upon Tsunade’s dick. The hard, hot shaft parted her womanhood, and pierced deep inside. Hinata could not help but let out a soft moan at the sensation. She leaned forward, wrapping her arms around Tsunade’s head, burying her face in Hinata’s cleavage as she jerkily started to move her hips.

The enthusiastic penetration quickly brought both women to climax. Their voices chorused in unison and Hinata felt a warm spreading in her pelvis as Tsunade pumped her full of Naruto’s cum. When her high faded, Hinata slumped in Tsunade’s lap, panting as they both recovered. Lips met and they kissed. Hinata wondered what Naruto must have been thinking, thinking that it was actually Tsunade draped in a post orgasmic glow in his lap.

“Sensei!”

The two entwined women looked up as Sakura re-entered the room. Affixed to her hips was a thick eight inch long strap-on dildo. It’s smooth, black synthetic surface dully reflected the lamps about the room. It wobbled back and forth with the motion of her hips as she got closer.

“Sensei, let’s try this. If we push the tumor back inside and soak it with the medicine stored in this ninja tool, your native healing factor should be able to combat it more effectively,” she suggested eagerly.

It was a dubious claim, Hinata thought, but nothing in her own medical knowledge implied that it could not work. If Tsunade had really been afflicted by such a curse. As it was now, Hinata was more curious where Sakura had found such a tool and what its ‘medicine’ was composed of.

Having had her turn, Hinata docily left Tsunade’s lap and helped the Hokage back to her feet. At Sakura’s suggestion, they set Tsunade bent over the Hokage’s desk, legs spread so that Sakura could access her nethers. With only a little more difficulty than when she had pulled it out, Sakura coaxed Naruto’s cock back inside Tsunade’s cunt. She then went down on her sensei’s pussy, licking and sucking at it with a shameless enthusiasm that made Hinata blush to watch. Propped up by her massive chest upon the desktop, a moan escaped Tsunade’s lips as Naruto felt the beginning of womanly pleasure. Sakura skillfully brough the Hokage to her first female orgasm of the night.

“Okay, Sensei, now bear with this…” Sakura instructed straightening up and lining the strap-on with Tsunade’s pussy. She lead with her hips and slowly pushed the thick tool into Tsunade.

Hinata watched in awe as the black shaft disappeared inch by inch into the gasping Hokage’s sex. Despite her own recent penetration, Hinata began to feel an iching heat from her crotch. Before she could stop them, her fingers wandered between her thighs to satisfy her resurfacing urges.

“Aaahh.. Ah… ah…” Tsunade panted, Sakura beginning to move her hips forcing the rod in and out to churn the Hokage’s insides.

“Gotta… make sure… it’s in deep… before releasing the… medicine!” Sakura explained as she pounded her sensei doggy style with the dildo. Hinata was impressed that she was keeping up the act. A minute more of passionate fornication and Hinata noticed Sakura’s rhythm begin to falter. Suddenly, she pushed in and did not pull out. Her back arched and Hinata could see Sakura’s breath catch before she breathed out with a throaty cry.

Tsunade’s ‘tumor’ had resurfaced and Sakura was still working on it when Hinata took her leave. Naked and without anywhere else to go at the moment, she skittishly retreated to one of the guest rooms in the Hokage’s residence, thankful that the halls were empty at this time of night. With the door closed, she glanced at herself in the adjoined bathroom mirror. She found herself a bit jealous of Hinata who had achieved this healthy plumpness that gave her a mature, womanly figure while still maintaining a youthful vigor. The sight of white goop on her chest drew her attention from Hinata’s curves. Naruto had gotten her in a bit of a mess, both literally and figuratively. She collected some of the jizz from her breasts and tasted it. Just a week ago she never would have predicted that she would have ended up here, having done what she just finished doing. With Naruto of all people…

She sent some chakra to the skinsuit’s back, causing the seam to open. Tsunade stripped out of the Hinata skinsuit and set it aside. She was not sure if it would see any more use after this, but she did not need to destroy it just yet. In the mirror, she noticed that Tsunade had achieved a similar balance between sensual proportions and svelte vitality. In Tsunade’s case though, her figure was carefully tailored by her own special transformation jutsu.

She would have to stay close and keep an eye on him, but like herself, having the Hokage’s more mundane responsibilities for a little while might help Naruto grow. Let him enjoy the perks of the Hokage’s body for now, he will soon not have the luxury to play so freely. Tsunade smirked at herself in the mirror, but the smug look gave way to furtive concern.

“Was this okay, Sensei?” she quietly asked her reflection. “Shizune will be back the day after tomorrow… I just have to make sure Naruto doesn’t run the village into the ground by then, right? Just like how I had been looking after things thus far already…”

She reached behind her neck and applied a bit of chakra once more. Tsunade’s face deformed and her neck stretched. Sakura Haruno extracted her head from the opening that appeared in Tsunade’s neck and shifted the now deflated Tsunade head to one side where she could toss her sensei’s hair over a should. She looked again in the mirror, one hand holding the grotesque head, the other, reached to heft one of her Tsunade boobs. She thought she might still have some growing to do. Could she look like this one day? She grimaced, her slim face looked jarring atop Tsunade’s curves, as if something were wrong with her proportions. She righted her Tsunade skinsuit’s head back and pulled it over her head, restoring the Hokage’s visage. This was the head that belonged with this body. Maybe Sensei would teach her how to adjust her figure with a transformation jutsu like she did when Sakura got older. But to have any hope of that, she would need to make it through until the real Tsunade returned from Amegakure.

The door closed behind Hinata with a soft click and the two fornicating women at the Hokage’s desk paused only momentarily to notice they had been left alone. Sakura grinned up at her mentor.

“It didn’t... go exactly as planned,... but the end result... worked out!” she commented in between thrusts of Tsunade’s cock into her pupil’s pussy. Tsunade only groaned in response as Sakura felt the Hokage cum inside her again. Tsunade pulled out and took a step back but stumbled, falling into her desk chair. Sakura sat up on the Hokage’s desk, a bit of jizz slowly leaked from her cunt onto the surface. She gave her fading partner a crooked grin. These skinsuits were great fun. They and this evening served as a delightful parting gift. Sakura stood up and, with some difficulty, lifted the sleeping Tsunade and transferred her to the office couch where she could at least lie down while she rested.

“That Sakura girl has a good head on her shoulders and the real Shizune will also be back to help soon. Plus the real Tsunade herself won’t be away for too much longer either, but I have my own business to take care of…” Her expression changed from wistfully content to somber. Sakura strode with purpose over to the pile of clothes and pulled aside Tsunade’s haori, draping it over her sleeping form. Then she dressed in Sakura’s attire and picked up Shizune’s outfit and her strap-on before leaving the office.

Out in the quiet late night hours, Sakura snuck into a dark house. Deftly disarming a few traps, she made her way to a windowless interior room where she lit a few lamps. Stripping, she piled Sakura’s clothes in a pile next to Shizune’s. Then, with a burst of chakra to her back, she opened the sakura skinsuit that the real Sakura had made and pulled it from her form. Shizune breathed a sigh. One layer down. She wanted to admire Sakura’s creation, but time was short. Shizune set the skinsuit next to Sakura’s clothes.

Next, she repeated the process with Shizune, the black haired kunoichi’s back split and the seam opened to allow Ino to extract herself. Like with Sakura, Ino set Shizune’s skinsuit next to her clothes. Two layers down.

Ino reached behind her head once more and found the seam reacting to her chakra signal. Her back opened and a mane of pointy white hair practically burst out. One limb at a time, starting with his arms, Jiraiya exited the Ino skinsuit and set it seperate from the other two piles. He planned to leave them at the office, before he left the village for real this time.

Naruto’s performance this evening was not particularly inspiring to the old sannin, but it being his first real attempt at stealth, Jiraiya had not been expecting much. Given some time and this opportunity to practice, Naruto would improve just like in all other aspects of his ninja training. Subterfuge had become an increasingly under-taught skill at the academy, and depending on what mentor a genin studied under, they may not get any experience in it then either. Jiraiya wished he could stick around to oversee Naruto’s training more, but there was some worrisome movement out in the world that he needed to check on himself. When things calmed down, perhaps they would get a chance to mess around like this then. Jiraiya picked up the strap-on, glancing down its hollow length. Yes, it would be good to have something to look forward to come home to.