Delicious Delights

I walked through the largely empty streets of Konoha, with knees wobbly from my earlier ejaculation and the memories of Shizune disrobing playing over and over in my mind. The latter of it was already making my cock stir, and I was glad that there weren't many people around. It was the high noon of a weekday, and most people in the village were stuck at work, schools and missions and the work ethic of Shinobi meant that there were few slackers on the streets.

My feet came to a stop, and I looked up to see that I had ended up in front of the Ichiraku Ramen shop. I guess trying out all those jutsus did really hollowed me out. With a smile, I walked in.

The inside of the shop was as deserted as the streets outside, with the only person there being Ayame. The cute 23-year-old was perched on a stool, listlessly leafing a magazine with a vacant expression.

"Choji!" she exclaimed enthusiastically once she saw me, her brown eyes gleaming with happiness (or just relived of not having to be bored anymore). Closing the magazine with a relieved thump, Ayame ran to me and hugged me, making me regret the fact that I wear iron plates which prevented me from feeling her breasts pushing up against my chest.

"How are you?" she asked, mussing up my spiky, brown hair in an older sister kinda way. "Aren't you supposed to be in the hospital still?"

"I am, but I had to go out with Lady Tsunade to train my -" I cringed, remembering too late that this whole thing was supposed to be a secret.

Ayame's brown doe eyes were as big as saucers. "You are training with Lady Tsunade?" she whispered.

"I - kinda. But please, don't tell that to anyone else. It's supposed to be a secret."

My lips are zipped. But... Choji!" Ayame squealed. "You are training with one of the legendary Sanin!! That's awesome! I always knew you would be a great shinobi one day!"

"You did?" I asked, half incredulous, half overjoyed.

"Of course, silly! I-"

Ayame had to stop when two new customers, a couple of old ladies, shuffled into the store. They smiled to Ayame in a familiar way, who bowed back to them. The two old ladies gave me a disapproving look before hobbling off to a table at the corner of the store, muttering all the while.

"What's up with the two hags?" I whispered to Ayame.

"Be nice, Choji. They are good customers. It's just that... well it's obvious that you got back from training."

"What do you mean?" I asked, confused.

"Oh, you really can't take a hint, can you? You stink, Choji!"

"Oh... sorry about that," I replied sheepishly.

"Well, how about this for a plan?" Ayame said. "Why don't you go upstairs and use our shower? I'll settle the customers in a second and come to you with some of my dad's spare clothes. And of course, a bowl of your favourite ramen. I can't send you back with an empty stomach now that you are already here! So, how does that sound?"

"A shower and lunch? Sounds heavenly!"

"Good boy!" Ayame said, mussing up my hair again. "Go upstairs. I'll be there in a minute."

Ayame walked upstairs, delicately holding a tray with two ramen bowls, one for Choji and one for herself, while a spare set of her father's old clothes were tucked under one of her arms. It took some digging around in her father's closet to find them, as he himself wasn't here. No, her father Teuchi spent nearly every morning scouring the markets of Konoha to collect the best ingredients for his food, leaving his daughter in charge at this less busy time of the day.

Ayame got upstairs and gently put down the tray and the clothes, hearing the noise of the shower next room. Unlike the great ninja families of Konoha (including Choji's family), who have large tracts of village lands to build compounds for their clans, Ayame comes from a normal, humble family. She has always lived with her father in this cramped (but tidy) apartment on top of their store. Though now that she comes to think of it, even if he was rich, Ayame doubted that her father would ever leave this place. Teuchi is far too in love with his craft as a cook to ever leave this place, something she herself had inherited, along with a desire to further perfect his recipes.

Though it is a lonely life, the young, ambitious chef had to concede as she sat down. Usually, she didn't have time to think about such things, being as busy with the shop as she is, but waiting for Choji to come out gave her time to engage in some retrospection about herself. Hers has always been a lonely life, dedicated to the shop with no friends as such to speak of. The neighbourhood boys are assuredly a bunch of louts who only chased Ayame for one thing, which was something she had little to no interest in. That's why she cherishes her friendship with Choji so much. Of course, he was a little interested in her too. She wasn't blind to the glances he throws at her when he thinks she's not looking. But he has never pushed his luck, and she genuinely did enjoy his funny company, and their friendship continued with both ignoring the elephant in the room.

Ayame's thoughts were interrupted all of a sudden. At first, she thought it was because of Choji's failed attempts at whistling in the shower. Failed, because a short whistle was quickly followed by a minute of spluttering and coughing. Ayame had to giggle. Choji really was funny.

But no, what interrupted her was not a sound, but a smell. When she took a deep breath, Ayame realized that a rich aroma has filled the entire room. At first, she thought it was her own cooking skills and was about to congratulate herself on her own talents, but then she realized the smell was here before that... it came into the shop with Choji. She had assumed it was sweat after his training, hence her suggestion for him to take a bath, but now she realized... well she couldn't recognize what it was, but it definitely was not sweat.

Ayame's stomach rumbled. Whatever it was, this smell came from something good, something far better than anything she has cooked up. With hands on her flat tummy, she got up and looked around. The smell very clearly came from one place. She walked over to that place. It was only once her hand was on the doorknob of the bathroom and already half turned that she came to her senses. What the hell am I doing? Choji's in there!

With a nervous, shaky laugh, Ayame went back and sat at her spot again. She tapped the floor with one foot, bit her nails, anything until Choji came out. But he didn't. Of course, he might think that she was still busy with the customers downstairs.

Ayame stood up, circling around the room, while... hunger, or something similar gnawed on her belly. The smell coming out of the bathroom was almost like a voice, a tantalizing melody inviting her in.

Five minutes later, Ayame's hand was once again on the doorknob on the bathroom. Opening it slowly to make as little noise as possible, she stepped in. The sound of the shower filled the room, and Choji's bulky figure could vaguely be seen behind the shower curtain. Ayame did not look, however. She was already invading the privacy of her friend in unacceptable levels, and guilt now gnawed on her as much as temptation.

Plus, that wasn't where she was being called. On the other side of the room, Choji's clothes were hung; his headband, the iron chest plate, his red shirt and pants. The latter was the one that called to her. Ayame strode forwards, glad of the noise from the shower covering any noise she would make.

Gently, Ayame grabbed Choji's pants and almost giggled. The waist of the pants was more than thrice bigger than hers. But the smell was so hypnotically overpowering now that she didn't focus on anything else. She inspected the pants closely. Apart from some dirt at the knees, nothing unusual. She peered inside. There, inside, the place where Choji's crotch would be. Small, white flakes clung to the material, which the sheltered girl could not identify.

She put a finger inside and poked the stuff and felt how hard it was. Then, she scratched at it and a couple of flakes fell into the palm of her hands. Carefully putting the pants back, she looked at her hand. She didn't know what it was. She knew this whole thing was wrong, or at least, weird as hell. But she couldn't help it. With one motion, she put the flakes into her mouth.

They immediately dissolved with her spit inside her mouth, becoming the tastiest thing that she had ever consumed. It was so good that she could feel tears forming in her eyes.

It was so good that she didn't hear the shower ending.

The curtains opened and froze Ayame's heart. Very, very slowly, she looked back and saw a dumbstruck Choji looking back at her.

It is quite mindboggling to see how quickly a person's life can change. One moment I was taking a shower while expecting a hot meal afterwards. The next minute, I step outside the shower to see my friend Ayame, who has clearly shown no interest in me so far, eating cum flakes scratched out of my pants.

"What... are you doing?" was all I could ask, too shocked to fully realize what's going on.

Ayame's eyes were wide with fear and shock at her own actions. My pants were clutched tightly in her hands, while she seemed to have some difficulty breathing. "I... I - Choji -" her eyes darted down. "What is that"

My hands instinctively went to cover my rather prodigious gut, before I realized that Ayame's gaze was directed to somewhere lower than that. Even without any jutsus my cock reached my knees, and under the gaze of a pretty girl it only began to twitch and grow more.

The sheltered girl began to sway on her feet at the sight of it, leaning on a wall to support herself.

"Hey, it's alright," I said, quickly stepping out of the shower and grabbing her. I led Ayame to the outside room, all the while as she repeatedly muttered apologies for coming into the bathroom, and taking my pants, and... and that's it. What happened afterwards, she wasn't ready to talk about.

I sat her down on the sofa... which also meant my fully erect dick was now right at her face level.

"Choji?" Ayame asked in a weak voice. "Is this... what do you ninja call it? Is this a genjutsu?"

I had to chuckle at that. "No, it's completely real, I'm afraid."

Ayame looked up at me with disbelieving eyes, before poking my cock with a finger. The moment it made contact she removed her hand quickly. "I'm so sorry! I didn't know what came over me! I-"

"It's fine. I liked it."

Ayame was still ****, but almost as if in trance, her hands (barely) wrapped around my cock and began to move it up and down. I looked down in amazement, as the girl who was treating me like a kid just minutes ago was now stroking my dick. I had no idea what the fuck was going on, but I didn't let my ignorance stop me from enjoying the moment.

"Oh!" Ayame said with a sudden realization. "This is where that smell is coming from!"

"What smell?"

"Can't you smell it?" she asked in wonder. "It was here the moment you came. But it's stronger now, much stronger."

"I just got back from the shower!"

Ayame giggled. "It doesn't matter. It's a good smell. Really good. Oh, I'm so hungry now!"

I glanced at the table, where two steaming bowls of ramen awaited us. "Uh- do you want to-?"

Before I could continue, Ayame used both her hands to grab my cock and crammed as much of it into her mouth as deep down as possible. I shut up, enjoying the sensation of a wet mouth on my prick for the first time, while my hands hastily tossed aside her hairnet and grabbed her auburn head for steadiness. Of course, with my current size, Ayame could only go a little bit further from my cock, leaving much of my cock untended, but her untrained tongue on my tip was doing an amazing job, nonetheless.

My hands snuck downwards, popping the buttons in Ayame's top and exposing her torso. Her breasts were larger, and her nipples were lighter than Shizune's. What struck me most, however, was how comparatively softer, curvier and feminine her body appeared to be compared to that of the Kunoichi. And the sight of it pushed me to the edge. "I'm cumming!"

Ayame removed my cock from her mouth, taking a deep breath as whitish spit covered her chin. "Wait!" she gasped, before stepping away.

I looked on in confusion, until Ayame grabbed her bowl of ramen and knelt before me, before stroking my cock once again. When her desires became clearer to me, I became turned on even more, and cummed. Even without the aid of jutsus and cumming already once before, my white semen began to overflow her large ramen bowl, with streams of it overflowing and falling onto her legs, ruining her trousers.

Once Ayame was sure I was done, she took the overflown bowl into her mouth and sipped. When she put the bowl down, whiteness coated her face, and bliss filled her eyes. "Oh Choji, this is the best thing I have ever tasted in my life!"

Author's Note - well, Choji has gotten his first girl and of course it gotta be the best chef in the village. Make sure to let me know what you think, and who else you want to be seen being featured in this story!