Tenten

The rain of kunai stopped in mid-air as Tenten realized something was wrong. Her arms felt heavy as lead, the weapons falling to the ground with metallic clicks. She looked at her hands – they were changing. Her fingers were thinning, her nails growing into perfect curves as a strange heat rose through her arms.

"What...?" her voice came out as a hoarse whisper before turning into a moan. Her breasts swelled against her clothes, her nipples visibly hardening through the fabric. Tenten dropped to her knees as her waist sharply narrowed, her hips widening with an audible snap.

Miguel emerged from the mist like a demon, his fingers tracing circles in the air. "Ah, the weapons expert," he taunted, gripping her chin tightly. "Let's see how much you can take."

Tenten tried to attack him. Her body betrayed her – the martial movements transformed into a sensual arc, her leg rising in an inviting display. "NO!" She screamed, but her vagina was already throbbing, soaking her clothes.

With a snap of his fingers, her clothes turned to dust. Tenten covered her breasts with her hands – useless, as they swelled every second, her nipples darkening until they were wine-colored.

"Want your weapons back?" Miguel whispered, caressing her neck. A katana appeared in his hands – the blade replaced by a black, pulsating vibrator. "Take it."

Tenten tried to resist. Her fingers obeyed on their own, gripping the object with obscene skill. When the tip grazed her clitoris, she screamed, her abdominal muscles contracting in visible waves.

"You were born for this," Miguel laughed, pinching her nipples until milk gushed. "My personal weapon... holding another kind of ammunition."

When he finally penetrated her, it was through her mouth – the katana transformed into a giant vibrator that she devoured as if starving. Her eyes rolled back as she felt another penis emerge from Miguel and enter her vagina at the same time.

"See?" he gasped, penetrating her orifices with brutal ****, "you were always a **** to be used."

Tenten nodded as the first jet of divine semen flooded her throat. Her body remembered—the perfect positions, the exact angles… how to fit any weapon. Including this one.

When Miguel ordered her to kneel and open her mouth for the next ejaculation, she obeyed with a smile. After all, the best gunsmith deserved the best trigger.

"Thank you, Master."

And this time, the aim was perfect.