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Naruto's Harem 2: Medical Professional
🕑 Added 2025-07-13 19:10:29 +0000 UTCTags: XWG, house sized blob, Sex, Pregfat, Harem
Part 1: https://www.patreon.com/posts/116208016
--- Prologue: A Slow Morning ---
Tsunade grumbled as she was thrust from sleep into a dim sense of consciousness. Sensations of size and soreness came to her before any active thoughts. Her heavy hands traveled down her body, seeking the source of what had woken her up. Her hands first found her breasts. They were huge and so packed with milk that they were sore. She sucked in air as chubby fingers massaged them. Pain and pleasure mixed in equal bursts as she thumbed inverted nipples and the supple breast tissue around them. It was time for yet another milking. She still remembered her first one, the cups of the milking machine hugging her breasts tighter than any lover had. She had moaned through the length of the process, extracting sexual pleasure in tandem with the milk being sucked from her. However, the luster began to wear off as the frequency increased. It was hard to find any enjoyment at the crack of dawn. She wanted to sleep, but her obese, gravid body would not allow that. At least not until she had seen to its needs.
“Alright. . .uuugggh. . .alright.” The large woman groaned as she started to roll her mass out of the bed. 750 pounds did not move easily, especially not 750 pounds of pregnant woman. Tsunade was as brimming with children as she was with milk or fat. Her belly rose like the mountains behind Konoha, though rosy at its peak rather than brown. Tsunade treated her belly gingerly, moving by scooting her flabby back and butt across the bed. It was hard and tedious, her breasts slapping against her brimming gut and arms alike. Tsunade tried to remember what it was like to be an agile ninja operative or even a regular fat woman. She had so thoroughly blown past chubby or fat that it was hard to remember normal movement. Her life was one slow waddle, with a cannon ball sized babybump thumping on her thighs each step. Yet, she could not say she hated it. As frustrating as mornings like this were, the upsides more than made up for them; provided she could make herself get out of bed.
“Hooooo. . .aagggh. . .sooon. . .aaaggghh. . .soon.” Tsunade stopped at the end of the bed, one breast and a thick lovehandle flopping out into open air. She massaged her gut, trying to soothe the kicking children within. Waves of strange pleasure pulsed through her body as she felt more of the symptoms of pregnancy. She had imagined being pregnant about as much as she had imagined being fat, which is to say never. A chance quirk of life, a series of escalating collisions of personalities had brought her to this. She was in her 70’s (of course looking far younger) and more fertile than most of the younger women in the village. She held no small amount of pride because of that. However, it was hard to feel any pride when her breasts were leaking. Milk was already starting to drip from sof and massive mammaries, a sign that the dam was about to burst. Once started there was nothing that could hold back the flood of liquid gold.
Thwump-thump! Her heavy, pillar legs hit the ground with little grace. A thick ripple spread through Tsuande’s mass, traveling all the way up to her double chin. She sat at the edge of the bed looking almost unnaturally round. Her gut was a solid boulder, so packed with gestating children that it smoothed out any of the inconsistency from fat. Whatever fat was not pulled taut was allowed to puddle across her thighs, which themselves were puddling across most of the bed. Tsuande’s hair was messy from a night’s worth of troubled sleep. She yawned, one hand on the center of her humongous gut whilst the other started to fish for the suction cups. They hung by the bed, ready for any emergency milking. Tsunade fitted them slowly, pushing them onto her aching breasts. As Tsunade worked, she ignored the kicks from her children. As pleasant a reminder as they were of her condition, she had other things to focus on. Mainly, hitting the switch to turn the pump on.
“I gotta. . .uugggh. . .lay off. . .” Tsunade started her grumble but stopped. Even though it was true, it was hard to admit that she needed to lay off anything. Being pregnant, she had already been forced to give up booze. It was only natural that she had replaced one vice with another. Chocolate and sweets were often the refuge of the reformed alcoholic and Tsunade was no different. There was not a meal that went by where she did not have a sizeable portion of indulgent sweets. Truthfully, she had invented some meals in order to get more. Of course, she was hardly the only woman who had let her figure go in Konoha. She wasn’t even the largest. . .only the second fattest and most pregnant woman in the village. Whatever her weight was, she could at least tend to herself. . .for now.”
“. . .ok. . .there!” Tsunade’s errant flopping and waving of her hand had finally made contact with the switch that turned the milker on. The hum of the engine helped stir Tsunade’s heart, the excitement of milking coming shortly after. She felt her nipples stiffen with excitement and her pussy pulse. Seconds later the machine had begun to work in earnest, tugging on her breasts lightly. Tsunade moaned, leaning back in the bed. Her back rolls compressed down onto her cushiony rear, allowing for a moment of true bliss and comfort. Tsunade sat with the milker tugging gently on her breasts, milk flowing in strong streams, and feeling the jiggles of her breast and gut fat. She only opened her eyes when she heard the door opening. A smile crossed her face. “About. . .aaaah. . .time you. . .got here.” She put a hand to her gut. “Why don’t you. . .haaah. . .get me. . .some food.” Tsuande asked her baby daddy. “Afterall, this is. . .hoooo. . .all your. . .fault.”
--- Chapter 1: Months Before ---
“The least you could do, Brat, is meet me on time.” Tsunade grumbled before taking another bite of the pastry she had been holding. Her mouth settled around the moist, crumbly, chocolate filled treat as she pulled it in. She fought back against a bubbling sigh, wanting to keep a stern face in front of her former student. He may have been the hokage now, but Tsunade was not going to go easy on him. Especially since he had fallen into the bad habit of tardiness. Tsuande had been waiting at the cafe for almost 30 minutes. The pastry she had finished had not been the first. She had also sucked down several sugary coffees, given how well they went with the pastries. Tsuande’s already heavy gut had grown all the more bulbous as she had pounded sugary drinks and scarfed down pastries. She was easily north of 200 pounds these days. It was another thing to badger Naruto about, spending time with him and his immobile wife had been the driving factors behind the older woman’s weight gain. “Anyway, how is. . .BBBOOORRRUP. . .Hinata?”
“She’s great!” Naruto’s response was exuberant in the face of Tsunade’s grumpiness. He did not even bother with his usual retorts towards his former mentor. The thought and memory of Hinata’s buoyant, bulbous rolls was enough to lift his spirit for the entire day. “Growing of course.” He gave the report through a smile which stretched ear to ear. His tardiness was largely due to the extra hour he had spent lying on her gut. His clones had been feeding and massaging her, leaving the blonde haired man free to relax upon the seemingly endless folds. Underneath them, he could feel the kicks of his future children. Hinata was growing ever quicker now that she was in the final stages of her pregnancy. She had fully burst through the ceiling of her too-small room whilst her stomach rolled through what had been the door to her room. If ever there had been a need for the warehouse, it was now.
“She managed to burst out of the house yet?” Tsunade asked, a small thrill going through her body. It was so strange to discuss Hinata’s absurd proportions in such banal terms. The shy woman now resembled a small hill more than she did a person, yet Tsunade treated it as if it were normal. Eager to pursue the feelings, Tsunade leaned forward. Her breasts, having jumped up a size in the wake of her constant indulgence, rested upon the table. Chocolatey brown eyes peered out of a chubby, sardonic face. “Afraid you won’t be able to lift her when the time comes?”
“Absolutely not!” Naruto was quick to roll up his sleeves. Professional decorum and the responsibility of his office mattered little in the face of challenges to his manhood. He flexed a chakra filled bicep. “If anything, I need her to get bigger to be a challenge!” It was not just idle talk. Though he had not tried to move her entire body, the blonde man had spent hours lugging and arranging her couch sized breasts. Big as boulders but softer than clouds, Hinata’s boobs were a joy to move despite their heaviness. The biggest impediment to Naruto’s work had been his knees growing weak and as blood rushed to somewhere else on his body. “She could get twice as big and I would still be ready for her!”
Tsunade chuckled, putting a hand to her chubby face. “Well, if I know you, she’ll end up three times as big.” Her other hand strayed to her stomach, poking at the fat. The conversation had been fun and daring, prompting her to go even further with it. “I mean, I’m just your wife’s physician and look what’s happened to me.” She sighed and straightened up, letting her breasts fall to either side of her puffy gut. The already low cut top she wore had become obscene. Naruto could see the full curve of Tsunade’s hefty tits, where they went from the folds which connected them to her chest to the bulbous curves. All he was missing was the glimpse of pink nipples. Framing the bouncing bosoms was a gut which pressed a deep navel into the fabric of her shirt. There was little chance that Tsunade could get her familiar green jacket around her rotund form. It was left to hug her love handles, begging to be exchanged for a larger size.
“You can’t blame me,” Naruto twirled a hand dismissively. “Old ladies, menopause, and weight gain. . .there’s some other explanation.” As much as he tried to sound aloof, his eyes tracked every errant jiggle on the older woman’s body. The chair she sat upon was decidedly small as well, her soft butt creeping over the sides.
“Sure, it’s my fault and not the seven course meals you serve during every checkup.” Tsunade scoffed. She did not make any mention of how she gleefully skimmed food off the top of the meals. What had started as her reducing her food budget had clearly changed into something else.
“Can’t say I’m not a good host! Sounds like you should be thanking me!” Naruto was quick to retort, few people were as good at getting under his skin like Tsunade.
“I’ll thank you when you contribute to buying me some new clothes!” Tsunade was as quick to get sucked into pointless and petty arguments as Naruto; it was partially why their relationship had stayed as strong as it had.
“Maybe I’ll invite you to stay at the warehouse when it's done. Pretty soon you will need it, fatty hag!” Naruto had reverted to his petulant, pre-treen self in order to win the debate. “That would be more useful than new clothes anyway.”
“I. . .” Tsunade blushed, the thought of her being so fat that she needed to rest alongside Hinata’s bulk caught her off guard. She fought the insane thought. She saved herself only by putting another pastry into her mouth. The soft squish of chocolate and crumbly texture of the dough helped her to recenter. “I don’t think you could afford the food bills for two women.” She managed to retort. The gleam on Naruto’s face made Tsunade roll her eyes. She was not going to get sucked into a discussion about the amount of food Naruto could throw at two women. “Anyway, we’re here to discuss logistics around Hinata’s needs and the warehouse. I’d appreciate it if you could stay on topic, Brat.”
Naruto, feeling that he had won, allowed the conversation to move in a different direction. Besides, it was always fun hearing about the exorbitant resources Hinata required.
--- Chapter 2 ---
Days later and Tsunade had gotten suckered into another banquet at the Uzumaki household, or what was still standing of it. The house had seen better days as Hinata continued to burst her way through it. The growth was unstoppable, the destruction of the house inexorable. She flooded outwards in small bursts every day, so slow as to be undetected until a wall gave way or another section of ceiling plaster fell onto her belly. Hinata was more or less in the center of the house, though enough of it had been destroyed to obfuscate the original layout. She rested with her many back rolls against the wall behind her, making the house list upon its foundations. It was only the skill of Konoha’s architects that kept the building up, its beams and supports stressed to breaking by the overly cuddly, shy, pregnant woman. Tsuande lay at the center of the center, taking on of Naruto’s favorite places.
“BBLLLLEERRRUUUPP. . .I don’t know. . .oooourrrup. . .how he does it.” Tsunade mused, reaching out a hand to pat Hinata’s folds. She was snuggled just below where the bridge of fat connectig the two breasts started to form. Below Tsunade was the plains of stomach fat that Hinata had so lovingly cultivated. In the midst of them was the hill which formed her pregnant gut. It was large, though not so large that it overpowered the fat around it. Rather, her baby bump (if such an insignificant term might be used) added a landmark to otherwise indistinguishable rolls. It was a sea of fat, with swells that rolled and flowed because of stimuli that Tsunade could only guess at. She lay in the midst of it, sinking pleasantly in. Tsunade rubbed her stuffed stomach, a glow of enjoyment spreading through her own fat. As Hinata began to talk, that glow only grew brighter.
“BBBLLOOOOORRRRRUUUP! Naruto-kun. . .a little. . .more. . .pleasscch. GGGOOOOR-BBBLLLUUUUURRRP!” Hinata’s belches traveled far further than her normal speech. They were as deep and resonant as a lion’s roar, proud even if the woman who expelled them wasn’t. “BBBBLLLEERR-OOOOOOUUUURRRP! Excuse me. . .Lady. . .Tsscchunade. . .I don’t know. . .whatsccch come. . .over me.” Hinata’s face burned with embarrassment. One belch might have been enough, but the immobile woman seemed incapable of keeping her bubbling stomach gasses in. She sank into her folds, trying to hide in embarrassment. The room groaned as her fat shifted. Hinata felt her neckfolds overlap and envelope each other as her head was sucked down into the sinkhole of fat. Her hair, long enough now to be braided and used as a long rope, streamed from the pockets of fat. Hinata’s hair was quickly becoming a safety rope, used to summit the top of her vast body.
“It’s fine. . .BBBEERRUUP. . .probably just because of the pregnancy.” Tsunade patted Hinata’s flab. For as puffy as Tsuande’s hand and arm had become, they were only small motes upon the house-filling blubber. “All those kids moving around.” Tsunade couldn’t keep the smile from her face. As fun as it was talking to Naruto about Hinata’s size, it was even more fun to be at the source. Rather, surrounded by the source.
“Well. . .and how. . .HOOORRRUUUP. . .muscch. . .I eat.” The words took on a small echo as they came from her resonant chin and back folds. Though timid, Hinata’s voice did not have the same tone of self-condemnation it might have when she was younger. It was given as a statement of fact. “Itssccch hard to. . .GGGLOOOORRUUUPP. . .avoid. . .when Naruto. . .lovescch cooking. . .so muscch.” Hinata’s face practically glowed when she thought of the hours her husband spent spoiling and pampering her.
“You’re lucky.” Tsunade sighed, putting her arms behind her head. Her biceps had been thickening lately, turning into soft pillows. As she approached 300 pounds, Tsunade found the weight distributing with pleasant equality around her roly-poly body. There was no part of her that was not blessed by excessive curvature. “A lot of women would like that sort of treatment. Even if it meant saying goodbye to their figures.” Tsunade looked down at her own body. She had no lover nor even the potential of one, yet it had been remarkably easy to part with her figure. It would only be that much more amazing to have a man attending to her every whim whilst she ballooned out of control.
“Are you. . .looking?” Hinata asked. Interest saw her looming over Tsunade, using gravity and whatever strength she could squeeze from long buried muscles to adjust her position. The wall behind Hinata breathed a sigh of relief whilst the floor made new protestations. Tsunade rolled upon waves of fat as they stretched down Hinata’s body and then rebounded back upwards. With each pass under Tsunade the large ripples grew a bit more tired and less noticeable, but never entirely faded. Tsunade looked up to see the round woman peering down, her soft eyes holding the sort of gleam that only a matchmaker could have.
“A little inappropriate to ask a former hokage that, don’t you think?” Tsunade tried to avoid the question.
“Surely. . .even. . .former. . .hokagessscch. . .want. . .some. . .girl talk?” Hinata was insistent, devouring the romantic possibility as if it were tangible food. “Esscchpescilly an. . .available. . .” She giggled, making her fat bounced with renewed vigor. “. . .a cougar. . .like you.” Hinata laughed again. Tsunade may have derived pleasure from talking about Hinata’s body and size and Hinata was finding the same in probing about Tsuande’s love life.
“For now, let’s just talk about all this food!” Tsunade cupped fingers to her mouth and called for Naruto. “Hey Brat, your wife. . .and her doctor need more!”
“Careful. . .BBBLOOOORRRUUUP. . .” Hinata said with a grin. “If you aren’t careful. . .you’ll end up. . .as big as. . .me.” She sighed out the final word, slumping back down into a bubbling puddle of fat. She was comfort incarnate, too fat to be anything other than obscenely relaxed.
“There are worse things in the world, I suppose.” Tsunade crossed one thick leg over the other. She lay back into Hinata’s chest folds, letting the fatter woman hold her weight. “Really, the only downside is not getting to be out as much.”
“Oh! I can. . .schtill. . .get out!” Hinata was quick to correct her doctor.
“How is that even possible?” Tsunade was incredulous. In a world with wondrous magic, gigantic demon creatures, and many other oddities, the thought of Hinata being able to leave the confines of her house was almost beyond belief.
“Heee-heee. . .come on. . .Naruto and I’sscch. . .beach date. . .to see!”
“Done!” Tsunade agreed. She wondered how Hinata was going to make it outside of Konoha.Tsunade also wondered if she owned a swimsuit that would still fit. It was vestigial worry, something from when she had cared what people thought about her and her weight. Tsunade found it very unlikely Naruto or Hianta would care if her swimsuit bit deeply into her supple fat, close to bursting off at any moment. Further, the older woman doubted Naruto or Hinata would mind if the swimsuit eventually busted off.
