Tsunade

Waking up the first thing he noticed was an intense smell of **** reeking inside of his room, he couldn't help but assume he was the one responsible for it, considering how dizzy he was feeling.

"When did Obito become a drunk?" Madara thought while gathering the strength within himself to raise his head from the table, naturally what he saw on the said table were several empty bottles of sake, confirming his assumption.

"Does he have nothing better to do than waste away in a bar?" he said to himself, irked at Obito for putting him into this situation.

Clumsily he proceeded to try and stand up, having to use the nearby wall for support in order to not fall back down onto the floor.

However upon successfully struggling to raise himself up he felt incredibly unstable, as if he was to collapse at any moment

Even though he was clearly intoxicated, the feeling was far more unnatural than mere drunkenness, whatever footwear he was standing on, it was entirely foreign to Madara, his balance was also incredibly front heavy, almost as if someone strapped a pair of weights on his chest.

He couldn't help but to try and figure out what was causing this feeling, after bending his head in order to inspect what was happening with his legs, all he could see was a massive cleavage, two colossal boobs covered by a gray blouse.

Confused, Madara started intensely at the very unexpected, but even more so impressive pair of knockers.

"These... aren't Obito's?" He slowly said aloud, realizing that his voice was also far more feminine than it used to be, only adding onto the confusion.

Stumbling back from the shock and hitting the wall, an eerie feeling ran through his back, it was clear as day that the jutsu "somehow" misfired and he ended up as someone other than Obito, someone with an amazing pair of breast, each bigger than a human's head.

And just when he thought the situation couldn't get any worse, three men entered into his room, demanding their money back.

"Where is the money?!"

"Money?" Madara said confused with a hiccup.

Saying that seemingly angered the leader of the group, causing him to grab Madara by the collar of his blouse.

"Yes, my money, where is it, you lost the gamble so pay up!" he shouted in his face.

A notion that instantly infuriated Madara, "I am not going to take this from a weakling like you"

Madara lunged at the man, only to collapse after taking a step, standing alone was a herculean task considering he never walked in heels before, and being drunk made it almost impossible, clearly he was in no condition to fight, and seemingly he was starting to realize that himself.

"You two, subdue her"

Upon hearing that Madara hurried to perform the jutsu again, even tho he didn't like the idea of running from the likes of them, he had no plans of staying in this body any longer, but just before he could finish the last two seals the henchmen managed to grab a hold of him, throwing him on the table.

"Dont let her use any Ninjutsu, she might be drunk but she is still dangerous!" The leader shouted, the grunts proceeding to pin Madara's hands at the top of the table, while the leader snuck in between Madara's legs..

Madara tried to struggle, but without being experienced in Tsunade's chakra control, he could not successfully use the monstrous strenght she possessed, he was essentially as strong as a drunk woman in her 50's.

"There, that wasn't that hard, now, where is my money?"

Shocked Madara had no idea how to reply, which seemingly irritated the leader even more.

"Fine, we will do it your way then" he said with a grin on his face, proceeding to strip Madara, starting from the top, he opened Madara's blouse, revealing his ample bussom, all three of them couldn't help but stare in awe at the sight.

The leader helped himself out and started groping and sucking on Madara's new tits, all while sneering back at Madara, no matter how repulsive he found the leader to be his nipples still grew in size and hardened on their own.

"What a treat, honestly this is much better than the money!", "You two, don't hold back, I'm going ahead" he said laughing

Soon the grunts were having all the possible fun they could with the two giant tits at display, while the leader removed Madara's pants.

Madara could only stare in panic as the man standing between his legs began taking off his pants, showing off his cock as if to taunt Madara.

Soon the said cock found itself deep inside of Madara, and the humiliation grew tenfold as the gang fucked him as if he was some drunk whore, instead of thanking the Yamanaka who created the technique, now he was cursing him from the bottom of his soul for allowing this situation to happen.

After several minutes of intense "action", the mobsters warned him to bring them their money next time, and left Madara stripped down on the table, his tits and pussy hurting from all the "gratification" they received.

Madara just stood there for a moment without moving, taking in what just happened, deciding to try and forget the entire night.

While hating every fiber of the body he was now inhabiting he performed the possession jutsu hand seals the last time to get back into his body

The jutsu...