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Redneck Naruto: Collection Day
🕑 Added 2025-05-21 00:32:13 +0000 UTCTags: Implied weight gain, immobility, Redneck AU, Pregnancy (near the end)
Hey all, sorry this was late to release! Hope you all enjoy!
“Hey. . .Hey!” Tsunade kicked the bed with a hammy leg, making the rest of her body shake. The snoring which had been overpowering the blaring alarm clock only grew in size. Tsunade, head woman of the village, rolled her eyes and swore. She stood above the bed, her gut falling so far down that it blocked her sex as well as much of her thighs. Tsunade breathed in heavy gasps, having struggled her way up the stairs to the bedroom she shared with her partner. She was naked, usually not bothering to put on clothes until she left for work. Her cannonball breasts rolled on her chest, drooping down onto her gut. As fat and heavy as they were, there was no loss of shapeliness. A steady diet of corn, corn fed pork, and alcohol derived from corn mash had grown her breasts to the size of pumpkins. “Come the fuuuuck oooooon, bitch!” Tsunade’s guttural twang sounded through the room. She sounded like a woman fit for calling hogs. Mostly because that had been her job up until becoming head of the Konoha trailer park.
“Snooooorrrrrrk. . .wha-what. . .ooooh fuccck. . .my head.” The snoring woman in the bed was finally shaken awake. The sound of her night-breathing was replaced with screech of the bedframe as she tried to pull herself out of the pig-print sheets. Hinata Hyuga was a hard woman to wake, having spent her life drinking and sleeping off hangovers. Her face appeared from beneath the sheets, looking as fat and piglike as a human face could look. She snorted then spat a wad of spit out, making it land somewhere in the messy room. It wasn’t her job to clean, thus the entire room was free to be her garbage can. “Wha’ ya wakin me up. . .BBBLLEERRUUP. . .for?” She responded, her own southern twang devouring proper pronunciation in the same way she devoured fried chicken.
Tsunade rolled her eyes and handed an unmarked jug of moonshine to the naked woman, though not before taking a swig herself. “Dumb. . .BBLEEERRRUP. . .bisscch. . .” Alcohol strong enough to blind a man ran down the corners of her mouth. It dribbled off her chins to splatter on the uppermost portions of her 600 pounds body. “Isccch. . .collection. . .day.” She sniffed. “Time to get them sluts to pay us. . . BBBBOOORRRUUP. . .what they. . .h-owe.” Tsunade snorted, starting to waddle away from Hinata. There was a XXXL pair of overalls waiting for her in the corner of the room. It would take her several minutes to tug the minimal clothing on. By that time, she hoped Hinata would be out of bed and ready to go.
Gluuusccch. . .gglumph. . .gulllmppsssh! Hinata’s drinking was every bit as loud and sloppy as her slovenly body would indicate. She showered in moonshine more than water, a habit she had picked up after getting together with Konoha’s second biggest drinker. Finally, as her body and she sheets underneath were thoroughly doused in whiskey, she put the jug down. It rested between her breasts, fat and inverted nipples hugging the jug. “Oooooh!” The thought was slow to dawn on her, having to travel through hangover and then the incoming wave of drunkenness. “I. . .HOOORRRUUUP. . .luuuuv. . .collecsshiiion. . .day!” She lay back on the bed, giggling and taking sloppy swigs of the drink. The thought of money was almost as cozy as that of beer.
“Yeah, now get yer. . .uuurggggh. . .fat. . .fuggin’ asscch. . .in gear!” Tsunade grumbled as she started to pull the overalls on. Her notted, straw-blonde hair fell to either side of her fat neck. Her face turned red from the struggle. Hinata licked her lips as she watched Tsunade’s gigantic asscheeks clap back and forth. There might have been a time when Tsunade was spry and fit, the prettiest woman in the collection of trailers and food stalls they called a town, but that had long faded. Years of watching hogs had turned Tsunade into one, just as years of being the Hyuga clan’s oldest daughter had spoiled Hinata rotten. The overalls slid up over pale fat, catching on newly formed rolls. Tsunade panted and wheezed, slowing as the job neared completion. She finished by tucking her fat breasts behind the straps, though not much was obscured by them. The village leader turned slowly, moving like a tank, and face her girlfriend. Hinata was still on the bed, though she had thrown back the covers. “The fuck. . .” Tsunade started to growl.
“Ah jusccht can’t. . .gluuuurrg. . .resisccht a woman. . .BBEERRUUP. . .in overalls.” Hinata slapped a hand to her naked gut. “Come on. . .them bitches can. . .BBUUURRUP. . .wait!” She flapped her arms and invited Tsuande back into the bed. Her entire body listed back and forth, jiggling madly. The half-empty jug of whiskey bumped against a sweat doused lovehandle, almost buried under her fat. “Come on. . .big mama. . .give yer. . .piggie a squeeze!” Hinata smiled.
“Goddamn.” Tsunade hiked her gut up and started to lumber over towards the bed. Her footsteps were slow and heavy, thumping on the wood. Her belly seemed all the bigger in the overalls, stretching the fabric to the utter breaking point. From behind, her ass was like two lumpy beanbags forced into the same blue cover. They smashed into each other, the thunder of the impacts dampened by the cloth over them. “Ah can’t resisccht. . .ah. . .fuggin’. . .piggie like you.” Tsunade stopped at the side of the bed, her gut waterfalling onto the mattress. “Come on. . .give meh ah. . .rub.” Tsunade chortled as she felt the bed frame bumping against her thighs. Hianta was rolling her way over, slowly getting to Tsunade. The older woman purred as she felt fat hands pushing up on her gut. Hinata laughed, starting to pull the fat woman down. They could worry about collections in a bit. For now, there was fun to be had.
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“Alright. . .juscccht. . .make sure. . .they give heh-verythin’ to yah. . .” Tsunade wheezed as she and Hinata made their way through the various mobile homes. There were only a few actual brick and mortar businesses within the sprawling village. One was the home that she and Hianta built and the other was the strip club they owned. It stood in the center of the park, easiest access for everyone. Its neon sign blazed day and night, inviting the drunken, horny rabble inside. “Tailed Beasts” was open nearly 24 hours straight, serving pussy and wings to all that wanted to come. Many of the talent ended their shifts and stayed on to enjoy the next shift. The strip club was the beating heart of Konoha, pumping sex and money through the various channels. Tsunade and Hinata were in the midst of all of this, skimming their profits from all the dancers and girls within the building. “Yer too. . .schooft. . .on thesesch. . .ssccchluts!”
“Ah can’t. . .ggguuullp. . .uuullp. . .ulllp. . .” Hinata almost fell as she doused her gullet with more whiskey. Three jugs had been emptied on the way over, with many more to follow that day. She was dressed in little more than a leopard print bra and matching pajama shorts. She was the dream queen, the sleepiest and most drunken Hyuga to ever exist. “. . .Ahm. . .ah. . .lover. . .not a. . .BBBEERRUUP. . .buisinessch woman.” Hinata giggled, alcohol making her silly. The thought of being back in her family’s palace made her giddy. The ladies were hers in a way, all lining up to give her kisses, food, and whatever else her corrupted heart may desire. It was Tsunade’s job to be tough, just as it was her job to get the door for her. “Thhhaaaaankksscch. . .dear!” Hinata planted a heavy kiss on Tsunade’s drooping tit as she passed by. Already the sounds of lusty music and smells of fried chicken were drawing her into the club. Tsunade followed after, ready to collect what was owed.
Inside the strip club was a mess of scantily clad women, lusting patrons, and servers. There seemed no end to the flesh on display nor the food being served. Chairs, couches, beds, and other places of lounging were filled with all the sweaty fat a person could ask for. Tsunade sucked air in and puffed out her chest, it was time to go to work. She had already picked her first targets: Sakura and Ino. The pair were waddling their way through the mess of people with plates of food held above their heads. Sakura and Ino’s guts bounced in time with their steps, waterfalls of fat falling over the beltlines of their jean short shorts. Grease from the food (mountains of fried chicken and burger patties) dripped onto their shoulders and hair. They cared little. If anything, it was seasoning for their client today. Tsunade and Hinata followed them, using their large bodies to shove through the crowd of fat, hick women.
“Hey!” Tsunade barked. Though she did not use names, Sakura and Ino stopped dead in their tracks. They turned slowly, seeing Tsunade’s mountainous form approaching. She walked with heavy steps, her fat sloshing under the thin cover of her overalls. She stopped just short of the pair, her stomach still threateningly close. Tsunade grunted, adjusting her overalls. A nearly person sized gut bounced heavily as she dropped the straps, almost thudding into the smaller women. Tsunade crossed her arms. Hinata appeared at her side, taking swigs from her jug of moonshine. “You. . .BBBBLLLLEERRRUUUP. . .fuggin’. . .bratssscch. . .owe me.” Tsunade grumbled, seeming to grow larger as her anger increased. “Ah fuggin’. . .hate. . .waitin’.”
“We have it!” Sakura was the first to crack. “We. . .aah. . .jussccht need tah. . . finish our work.” She was half the size of Tsunade, which was still more than enough woman to break two chairs, but looked small compared to her employer. “Isscch in the private room.” She took a step back, trying to give herself space. Tsunade stepped forward even further forward than she had been initial. Her wall of belly and boob fat bumped into Sakura, spilling over onto Ino even. The large matriarch of Konoha took a handful of the greasy fried chicken on the platter and began to shove it into her mouth. She ate with large and sloppy bites, licking her fingers in between. Sakura did not move, looking as if a predator was feasting from her offering. “Uhm. . .miscch. . .these are for. . .Lady Hinatasscch. . .sister.” Sakura tried her last gambit to get Tsunade off of her.
“Hanabi issscch. . .BBBLLEERRUUP. . .here!” Moonshine had made Hinata sleepy and forgetful again. Hanabi was always there. Being royally and familially entitled to whatever her sister built, Hanabi had essentially made Tailed Beasts her home and the strippers her cadre of servants. “Ooooh. . .I’m surrrUUUUOOOOOPP. . .she’ll have money. . .for you. . .dear!” Excited by seeing her sister, Hinata squeezed Tsunade’s butt. Fueled by drunkenness, her hands bit deep into the sagging buttcheeks given a modicum of firmness by the overalls. “Lesscch. . .sscchlurruup. . .mmmmllluuurrp. . .schee her!” Hinata started to waddle towards the back room, her legs rubbery as blood and alcohol rushed to her head. Tsunade followed, her libido chasing after Hinata’s rolling asscheeks. The way the sweaty orbs slipped out of her shorts was too tantalizing to ignore. Sakura and Ino followed quietly, looking for any way of escaping.
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“Haaaanabi!” Hinata called as she entered the back room. It had once been the private getaway for especially rich patrons who wanted intimate sessions with a woman. Hanabi had long since colonized it. First with her demands and money, then with her sheer size and bulk. There was little way of extricating her from the room now. Days and nights spent being wined, dined, and groped by the various strippers had seen her going from a 100 pound stripling of a woman into an immobile blob. She rested upon a large bed that was in a stage of severest collapse. It was the sort of bed that only a Hyuuga woman might be able to afford, pouring money from sex work and inheritance into artisan furniture. There were four posts which reached up nearly to the ceiling, a frame so wide that it could support two king sized mattresses, and it was exquisitely polished. However, much of the artistry was lost as it was covered with Hanabi’s corpulence.
“Heeeey. . BBLEEERRRUUUUP. . .siiiisccch.” The mound of Hyuga fat attempted to wave, but gave up as quickly as she started. An arm that was as thick as most women’s thighs crashed back onto a plain of sweat-flood fat. Hanabi was propped up by pillows swollen from ingesting her greasy run off. Unkempt, unwashed hair streamed down her breasts and onto her gut. Hanabi was so fat that it was almost hard to understand the true extent of her size. It seemed as though she was covered by a creamy, skin colored comforter with pillows underneath. It was only the roundness and many chins on her face that allowed one to realize everything jiggling upon the bed belonged to her. Strippers sat on her mass teasing her breasts or reaching deep under her belly for the pleasure of pleasuring her. She was a spoiled deity, lapping up any attention and food that came her way.
“How issscch. . .BBBLELEERRUP. . .my tiny sister!” Hinata grinned, waddling over and kissing Hanabi’s sagging cheek. Without waiting for an answer, Hinata took the seemingly endless jug of moonshine and plugged the fatter woman’s mouth with it. Hanabi drank the liquor like it was life itself, eyes closed as the burning intoxicant slipped down her throat. The other strippers giggled, knowing that their primary client was about to get more handsy and more generous. Thick, almost immobile sausage fingers would soon be squeezing their butts or breasts and trying to stuff paper money wherever she could. Hanabi continued to drink the moonshine, her chins slapping upon her chest. Her body sloshed, stirred up by the impromptu imbibing. When she finished, trails of alcohol ran down her face. The girls rushed over themselves to be the first to kiss or lick it away.
“Back up. . .you. . .schluttsscchs!” Tsunade barreled forward, even pushing Hinata away. She snorted like a hog, looking at her lover. “We need her. . .to tell usscch. . .where her money. .. iscch. . .THEN stuff her up!” She leaned down over Hanabi, both women’s pools of fat interacting. “Bisscch. . .where’sscch your money?” Tsunade wouldn’t let up until she hit the motherlode. Whatever the bloated bimbo of the Hyuga clan had been paying these strumpets needed to be taxed. “Come on. . .Hanabi!” Tsunade gyrated on Hanabi’s sweaty mass, breasts popping out of her overalls. Practically thirsting over the money which was due to her, Tsunade was close to climbing on the bed.
The strippers tried to pull the blonde back, not wanting their cashcow to be interrupted. Adding to the chaos, Ino and Sakura dumped their platters of food onto Hanabi, seeing their chance to run. At least until Tsunade left, they could head for safe but less lucrative parts of the strip club. There were always places to make money, with guests rolling in and out. It was just a matter of finding their kink to exploit.
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“Allllrriiiight Miraiiiii. . .do good!” Kurenai said as she waddled into the building next to her daughter. The two were quite a pair. Mirai was chubby, having just started put on the weight that defined an adult woman in Konoha. Kurenai, meanwhile, was every bit of 700 pounds. Her gut fell out as an unbroken ball, filled with fat and babies. Mirai might have been the first of her children, but she was far from the last. Kurenai had long been a breeder, as addicted to pregnancy as she was food or gambling. “Make sure they pay. . . BIG!” Kurenai patted the young woman on the shoulder, feeling the plumpness which had started to take root. Mirai was 18 now, fully old enough to learn the family trade. Kurenai herself had fond memories of Tailed Beasts, at least until she had found a different line of work. “Make Mama lots of money today! Then we can go to the casino!” The luckiest gambler in Konoha said. Mirai rolled her eyes and wandered off to the back rooms, starting her shift for the day. Kurenai was left to find her way to the expecting mother’s section of the strip club.
“Heeeeeey. . .mmmgghph. . .there she is!” TenTen greeted Kurenai as she entered the pregnant area of the club. The area was free of smoke and alcohol, allowing for expecting mothers to get their large bellies massaged, oiled, and hormones inflamed. Sex was a lifestyle in Konoha and the inevitable was bound to happen. The rough women and men of the trailer park would rather spend their hard earned money on anything besides contraceptives. Some, such as Kurenai and Tenten, found the idea abhorrent. Their bodies were temples to fertility and demanded to be treated as such. They would pump twins, triplets, quadruplets into the world until their dying breaths. Of course, if those children were used as part of a welfare scam along the way, so much the better.
“Uuuggh. . .shoulda known. . .your fat ass. . .would be here!” Kurenai said as she heaved herself from the door into one of the plush couches. The furniture sank under her weight, though not as completely as Tenten’s couch. Kurenai was large, but Tenten was preposterously huge thanks to her most recent pregnancy. Tenten was currently gestating a minimum of five children in her womb, though she swore it was more. Her cravings had intensified to such a degree that she had gained over 100 pounds in her first trimester alone. Now over 800 pounds, there was a lot of debate if she was going to be the next woman to rent a permanent room at the strip club. Kurenai herself had toyed with the idea, but called it off only because it would make it harder to get to the casino.
“Yeeacch bitch!” Tenten pumped a heavy arm, vestiges of her party girl lifestyle still smouldering. Tenten had been once been something of a prude, but a drunken spring break adventure had landed her with an unplanned pregnancy and an even more unplanned kinky addiction. One pregnancy had followed another as had various indulgences. Konoha was the kind of place that knew how to exploit any bit of weakness, leading to a lifetime of bad decisions. “I got. . .uuuggh. . .mah government. . .stipend. . .” Tenten grunted and fished in her maternity pants for a wad of sweaty bills. The three person couch she rested on groaned and cracked as she forced her enormous body to one side. Her plump hand struggled before finally giving up. She leaned back on her couch, waiting for the next round of girls to waddle in. They could get it for her. “Thought. . .I’d share a bit. . .with thah. . .girls!”
Kurenai and Tenten were soon greeted with their entertainment. Sakura and Ino, fresh from fleeing Tsunade’s greedy hands, entered with large cakes. Their breasts hung in the icing, freshening up for their clients. Kurenai clapped, eager to see her juniors. They had once been her students when she had worked at the club, learning the trade from her then experience self. Now, Kurenai had forgotten much and Sakura and Ino had learned more than she ever had. “Ooooh my favorite. . .OOOOOUGGH. . .chubbies!” Kurenai exclaimed between bouts of aching kicks from her stomach. “Juscht. . .uuuggh. . .in time.” She gritted her teeth. “Mama needs. . .ah. . .belly. . .rub.”
“Of course Kurenai!” Both women were quick to fawn over their teacher, almost forgetting Tenten. They lavished kisses and hugs, trying to soothe the expansive pregnant woman’s gut and the babies within. Kurenai jutted her stomach out as the girls rolled up the simple maternity dress she wore.
“Hey! One of you. . .haaaaah. . .bitches. . .needs to. . .help me!” Tenten barked, her own children starting to act up. Tenten was so large and fat that it was hard for her to reach the most tender spots on her stomach. “Come. . .haaah. . .on. . .you. . .whores!” She demanded, willing to raise a stink to management, provided she could manage to stand and find one. Tenten’s viscous barking eventually peeled Ino off, who came with cake in hand. Better to placate the beast than risk the fallout, especially with Tsunade on the prowl that day.
“Yeah, yeah.” Ino rolled her eyes and shoved a piece of cake in Tenten’s mouth. The fatter woman gobbled it down, quickly returning to hormonal bliss. Ino did her work well, but robotically. Given Tenten’s nature as the most fertile woman in Konoha, she had her fair share of love triangles, infidelities, and other indiscretions. All the women of the strip club had at least one story of Tenten stealing a boyfriend, if only for a night. Her unending brood spoke to the genetic diversity which came from an endless series of partners. It was hard for Ino, really any of the girls, to service her with a smile. She was a snake through and through, a vast and bloated example of female sexuality ran amok. The worse part was that she enjoyed being hated.
“More belly kisses!” Tenten demanded, gulping down fistfulls of the cake. Her attitude was atrocious but her government money was too tantalizing to pass up. She had the most steady income of any woman in Konoha besides the great houses. In truth, were she a bt more organized, her brood alone qualified her as a great house.
“Sure.” Ino rolled her eyes and ducked low, letting her breasts and mouth kiss the massive belly before her. She peeled away the stretchy maternity pants, allowing Tenten’s gut to hang low. Ino caressed the soft, taut gut. Babies kicked within making both women moan. Try as she might, Ino couldn’t help but find the situation hot. As much as she hated Tenten, the idea of a mom gone wrong was too hot to ignore. She reached a plump hand under Tenten’s gut, teasing the drooping fat. The whale sized mother dropped the cake she was eating, the gooey batter splattering across her baby bump. Ino sucked and slurped it up, working her mouth over the large expanse. Tenten fondeled her own breasts, doing whatever she could to heighten the experience.
Meanwhile, Kurenai had been hauled up off the couch. Sakura pressed her flabby body into her, winding new ways to mesh their thick bodies. Kurenai was bigger but Sakura was more mobile. She would easily shift from toying with her old mentor’s ass to lettng the big woman rest her belly on her butt. Sakura danced and twerked, bouncing her butt off of Kurenai's underbelly. Music thumped and pulsed, beating with the hearts of the quartet of indulgent women. The two pairs slowly got closer together, with Kurenai and Sakura having to come over to Tenten’s couch due to the latter’s near immobility. It was a vibrant, hormone fueled explosion of sexuality. Cake was smeared and painted across their bodies, with clothes being pulled and ripped off. Ino found the money that Tenten had been storing in her pants. She threw the bills into the air, letting them rain down upon the pregnant women.
“AHEM!” As if summoned by the presence of money, Tsunade’s gruff voice broke through the party. She waddled into the room, her bulk filling most of the doorframe. She tugged on her overall straps. The once fairly clean clothes were now colored by spilled food and Hanabi’s sweat. Yet, between breasts bigger than a human head, there was the money she had so desperately sought. However, it had only awakened her appetites. Like a bloodhound, Tsunade had been sniffing out the stripper’s money, finding whatever she could. “Ah believe. . .whew. . . you ladiesssch. . .owe me. . .suuum duesssch.” Tsunade entered the room fully, closing and locking the door behind her. Try as they might, Sakura and Ino had little chance of escaping the big woman now. Tsunade gloated as she waddled over. One hand grabbed some chocolate stained bills and shoved them deep into her cleavage. “How about we talk for a bit?”
Sakura and Ino gulped, knowing that they had a hefty day of work ahead.
