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Story of the hot kunoichiThe armored guard stepped back until he felt the wall of the mansion behind him. Pressing his body against the wooden planks he watched half in fear, half in awe as the buxom woman slowly approached him. Her bosom and the rest of her body were wrapped inside a tight black suit that only revealed a small décolleté at the top of the neck, displaying a subtle, yet very appealing cleavage. The face of the woman to who carried this pair of fabric-stretchers was mainly covered by a black bandana, only her brown eyes looking out above it. Her long, gorgeous blond hair was tied into a pony tail so long it almost touched the ground. The only Story of the hot kunoichi by ~I3reacl
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Story of the hot kunoichiThe armored guard stepped back until he felt the wall of the mansion behind him. Pressing his body against the wooden planks he watched half in fear, half in awe as the buxom woman slowly approached him. Her bosom and the rest of her body were wrapped inside a tight black suit that only revealed a small décolleté at the top of the neck, displaying a subtle, yet very appealing cleavage. The face of the woman to who carried this pair of fabric-stretchers was mainly covered by a black bandana, only her brown eyes looking out above it. Her long, gorgeous blond hair was tied into a pony tail so long it almost touched the ground. The only
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## Story of the hot kunoichi

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The armored guard stepped back until he felt the wall of the mansion behind him. Pressing his body against the wooden planks he watched half in fear, half in awe as the buxom woman slowly approached him. Her bosom and the rest of her body were wrapped inside a tight black suit that only revealed a small décolleté at the top of the neck, displaying a subtle, yet very appealing cleavage. The face of the woman to who carried this pair of fabric-stretchers was mainly covered by a black bandana, only her brown eyes looking out above it. Her long, gorgeous blond hair was tied into a pony tail so long it almost touched the ground. The only thing the guard paid attention to however was the massive bust hanging from her, each of her breasts easily being as big as the woman's head. What really startled him however was that as she slowly came closer to him he could watch her chest was getting larger with every second, slowly ballooning outwards. He saw as the slopes of her fleshy orbs bulged out to all sides, heard as the fabric of her suit stretch around her growing meat and watched as the rift in her suit steadily grew deeper, her neck being filled out by steadily more cleavage. "What's wrong?", the woman asked, her voice soothingly seductive. With a wide step she closed the remaining distance between them, pressing her growing meat buns against his armored chest while leaning her face closely toward his. Behind her bandana he believed to see her smiling. "You look like you've seen a monster."
The guard wanted to say something, but the words got stuck in his throat. His mouth was completely dry, though he felt like he could start drooling any second. Moving her body up and down the woman rubbed her bosom over his breastplate. Even through the hard iron he could feel their size and form, being big and lush balls of meat that defied the laws of nature with their firmness – and their growth. After a while the woman leaned a little back again, allowing the man to gaze into the deepening valley of her cleavage again as she stuck out her chest. Through his iron mask that looked like a demon-face he watched the slopes of her breasts slowly pushing the fabric aside, rising like dough in an oven as they flowed out of the increasingly tight neck in her suit. The V-shaped rift steadily grew wider as the fabric glided over the billowing form of her curves, exposing more and more of the woman's silky skin. Unconsciously the guard raised his hands a little, cupping his fingers as they drew closer to the billowing piles of flesh, ready to grope them. Whether he would have really dared this or hesitated in the last moment however will always remain a mystery, for as he continued to stare into her cleavage the woman suddenly drew a dagger from her belt and cut up his throat.
Just as she had pulled the metal blade through his flesh Ayumi quickly took a step aside so she wouldn't be showered in his blood. Her sleeve got a few red stains, but those were barely visible on the dark fabric. The clumsy ninja then fought a little with her balance since the quick movement had thrown her a little off, her still growing breasts swaying into all directions as she moved her body. With one arm she leaned against the building next to her, bending a little forward and tilting her upper-body from side to side in attempt to counter the bounced of her bosom. Meanwhile the dead samurai fell forward on his face, still smiling lecherously behind his mask when he hit the ground. After shifting her body from side to side Ayumi finally managed to catch her balance. She panted a little in exhaustion, her heavy breathing hiding the still ongoing growth of her breasts a little. Rolling her eyes she could do nothing but wait for her womanly meat buns to stop their swelling, their increasing weight forcing her to lean a little further forward. The fabric of her skin-tight black suit was pushed over the bulging slopes of her bosom while at the same steadily ripping deeper at the end of her cleavage, therefore widening the amount of skin shown by the second. Pressing against each other they shared increasingly less room inside it, making the seams of the fabric creak louder and louder the tighter they hugged it. Strong sensations were going through the young ninja, sensations that strengthened the urge in her to moan and fondle her assets. Her lips quivered as she held herself back, sweat forming on her forehead and on the bare parts of her bosom that made them shine in the moon-light. She pulled a part of her bandana into her mouth and bite on it to distract herself, grinding the black material between her teeth while her growing humps swelled through the size of various "small" pumpkin sorts. When the weight and the pleasure became almost too much for her to handle and the fabric of her suit also began to give in she could finally feel the feeling of growth subside. Looking down on her chest she watched the last millimeters rolling out of her breasts, filling them with a bit more volume before they came to a rest inside her tight suit.
Since she had experienced this many times before she resisted the urge to sigh in relief as it could have easily been the last drop that would make the fabric burst. But although she had seen this many times before she couldn't help but gaze at the sheer vastness of her bust: Each of her mammaries was at least as big as a samurai helmet, one of the largest sizes she had ever grown to. The round piles of flesh stretched her suit to its limits, while the fabric was unable to hold them properly and therefore let them sway and bounce with every little move she made. She waited a moment to adjust to the new size, slowly straightening her back as she didn't want to send her sensitive rack into too heavy motions. Even her breathing however was enough to make them jiggle slightly, audibly stretching the already skin-tight fabric of her ninja-suit as her orbs bulged forth and back a little every time she inhaled. Closing her eyes Ayumi tried to concentrate herself. However she was taught that the best way to find inner focus was to take in deep breathes, which in this case proved to be of rather doubtful success. She pressed her eye-lids shut as her breasts flared against the black fabric, small tingles going over the skin through her body. Her legs and arms were jittering slightly while she bit her lips, but eventually the kunoichi managed to calm down again. She took a look through the garden, checking if there were any others guards left. The only thing she could spot were the vague shades of the corpses she had hidden in the bushes. She wondered for a moment if she should hide the guard that was lying in front of her feet too, but eventually left him where he was: When all other guards were dead, who should find him before shift change at sunrise? And by then she would be long finished here and be back at headquarter. Hopefully.
Slowly Ayumi sneaked over to the door the samurai had been guarding. With every step her upper-body tilted into another direction, making it hard for Ayumi to keep her balance. She carefully put one foot in front of the other so she wouldn't stumble, though it was rather difficult for her to tell how well she was doing as she couldn't see her feet behind the wall of flesh on her chest. Keeping one hand on the wall next to her she quickly made her way to the door, pausing there for a moment. Looking through the paper she saw the shade of a person sitting at a table in the room behind it. The ninja closed her eyes, preparing herself mentally for the task ahead. Slowly she opened the door, cautious not to make a noise. Once it was a rift wide open she quickly squeezed herself through it, wincing as she dragged her soft bosom over the hard edge of the door. Her suit creaked as it was strained further, her cleavage even ripping a little deeper and therefore causing the neck to widen slightly. Once her bust was through and hanging freely in the air again it wobbled slightly from side to side, forcing Ayumi's whole concentration as she felt pleasant tingles at every bounce. Once she and her breasts had calmed she took a quick look through the room.
Quickly she found what she searched: A few feet ahead of Ayumi her target was sitting at a vanity, removing make-up from her face. Or did she put some on? As a ninja Ayumi didn't know much about make-up, so she couldn't tell exactly what she was doing there. Considering the time she was probably preparing herself for bed, but taking in the reputation of the woman (the clients for the mission were aristocrats and generals who used to be her lovers and had accidentally spilled out some valuable information to her) this didn't necessarily mean she was preparing for sleep. But Ayumi didn't really care about what she did there. If everything went right she wouldn't be doing it for long anyway.
The young ninja silently closed the door behind her. The only light source in the chamber, a candle on the vanity, was too far away as that she could have casted a shadow on the paper wall behind her, so she didn't need to worry about anyone spotting her – not that there was really any guard left in this area of the mansion anyway, Ayumi just repeated the ninja routine in her mind. Her large breasts swayed a little from side to side as she ducked herself and slowly sneaked through the room toward the woman. Despite the extra-weight they had to carry from her breasts the wooden planks didn't make a sound as she approached her victim. She put her hand on the bloody dagger that was hanging at her belt, preparing to strike once she was in range. Her heart beat up to her throat – it almost felt to her like her bosom was vibrating from her heavy pulse. As she had crossed half the distance to her the ninja stopped as the woman leaned a little closer to the mirror on top of her makeup stand. Ayumi waited until she leaned back again so that it would be easier for her to press her hand on her mouth from behind when she sliced up her throat. Carefully she pulled her leg forward, her eyes fixed on her target.
And then she stumbled over her own feet.
"Not again" was the only thing she thought as she fell forward. Landing on her bosom she moaned as her body pressed on her soft flesh, her cheeks blushing red behind her black bandana. The woman on the table immediately turned her head, her eyes moving up and down as she watched the blonde ninja wobble up and down on her breasts. "Oh my, look what we have here!", the lady said. She put down the make-up brush in her hand, smiling as she looked over her shoulder at the busty ninja. Panicked Ayumi tried to stand up, but quickly gave up as her humongous bust tied her to the ground. She was as helpless as a turtle on its back. "Looks like I got a special visitor!", the woman stated. "Say, are you a kunoichi that came to murder me, or a concubine hired by one of my guards who took the wrong door? If it's the first then I would consider a career in fields that suit the form of your body better."
Ayumi groaned. Bad enough she was busted, but on top of that her supposed target was mocking her.
The lady stood up from her chair, and turned towards Ayumi. The ninja guessed she was in her late twenties, her face showing some slight signs of aging while still being very beautiful. She wore a black kimono with long sleeves that covered her entire arms up to the hands and had a cherry flower pattern on it. Her shining black hair was tied up in a classical Japanese braid with a red ribbon, while around her waist she was wearing a corset of the same colour over her kimono, tied at the backside also with a large ribbon. Ayumi also noticed the woman had a flower tucked into her hair, a red chrysanthemum in full bloom. Her face was adorned by a slight make up consisting of decent eyelashes and some rouge, subtly underlining its natural beauty. Her slim lips formed a smile as she looked with her grey eyes at the ninja who was grounded by her own breasts. Speaking of breasts, Ayumi noticed that the kimono of the woman was completely even around her chest, the fabric not bulging in the slightest. "Are you looking for something?", the woman asked amused as she noticed where Ayumi was staring.
Behind her bandana the kunoichi blushed. "I-I'm sorry", she stuttered.
The woman began to walk towards Ayumi. "For what, ninja?", she asked, holding one of her baggy sleeves in front of her mouth. "For staring shamelessly at my chest – or breaking into my private chamber and trying to murder me?" Ayumi gulped.
The lady walked in circles around her, closely examining her. At every step of her Ayumi felt the heart-beat in her throat a bit stronger, while cold sweat ran down her face. However, despite the situation she was in and the fear she experienced, she moved her hand from her dagger over her weapon belt while she kept her eyes focused on the woman. Her fingers dug into the small bag that contained her throwing stars. "My, my, what am I gonna do with you?", the woman meanwhile asked herself, standing next to the ninja's face. "Call the guards?" Ayumi's whole body froze as she ducked herself and leaned a little forward. The woman reached out her hand for Ayumi's bosom that pulsated with her breath. With the tips of her fingers she softly stroked the bare part or her right breast. "Or maybe I should have some fun with you first?", she wondered, giggling into her sleeve.
Ayumi suppressed a moan at the woman's gentle touch, but kept her gaze focused on her. While she was busy caressing Ayumi's monstrous jugs the ninja slowly pulled a throwing star out of her bag. As she was about to throw it into the forehead of the lady however her arm accidentally graced the scroll attached to her belt. The loose knot of the band around it opened. Another shock went through Ayumi as she felt the scroll falling from her waist to the ground, rolling over the floor. Without thinking she immediately let go of the throwing star and reached out her arm. Just before the paper could roll up she grabbed it, holding it with tightly while staring wide-eyed at it. Her suit groaned as she took in a deep breath, her cleavage almost ripping a bit deeper before the fabric was relieved as she let out a sigh. In the same moment however she felt the hand of the woman leaving her bosom, and saw her feet appearing right in front of her eyes. Silently Ayumi cursed herself: That probably had been her best chance to still finish the mission, and she had wasted it because she was didn't want to grow her breasts again!
The woman looked at the scroll in Ayumi's hand. Her gaze then went back to the bosom that now bulged forth and back in fast spurts as Ayumi was panting in hysteria, for her throwing star had fallen out of the bag when she had let go of it. Surely the woman could guess now that she had intended to kill her. She probably wouldn't be that careless again and immediately call the guards. Then Ayumi would get arrested and spend the rest of her life in a prison cell.
However, the woman did none of this. Her gaze just constantly switched between Ayumi's breasts and the scroll in her hand. Suddenly she laughed out loud. "And I thought I was the only one who got one!", she said, still holding her sleeve in front of her mouth.
Puzzled Ayumi looked at the woman for a while, until she realized what she meant. "Wait, y-you have such a scroll, too?", she asked.
Instead of responding the woman took a few steps back, and put a hand into her kimono. Ayumi's eyes opened widely as she pulled out a scroll from her dress, similar to the one that she was holding in her hands. Her shock increased as the woman suddenly opened the paper, holding it right in front of her body. A bright light emerged from the ancient writing on it, shining directly on the lady's slender body. A smile spread over her face as she felt her body being affected by the magic of the scroll, engulfing her with pleasant warmth. Then, slowly, a small movement was beginning to go through her chest. Closing the scroll again the woman tucked it into her corset and spread out her arms. Bewildered Ayumi watched as the even fabric began to bulge, slowly moving forward. In small steps her flat board began to ascend, forming a petite bump. The sides of her kimono arched as they were wrapped around the gentle curves of her bust. While the ninja stared at the prospering bosom in disbelief the woman herself put her head back a little, grinning contently as she took in the pleasure her growing assets granted her. Beneath her dress the small mounds steadily increased in volume, blowing out from her chest as more and more flesh rose up. It looked like she had put small sake bowls under her kimono, bowls that for some reason steadily ballooned out.
The hint of a shadow appeared on the fabric above the lower part of her bosom as her flesh rounded out, moving at a less subtle rate over the rising slopes of her breasts. As the shade darkened and the roundings of her curves became more and more apparent Ayumi saw her kimono began to open, very slowly. The neck of the dress bit by bit widened as her growing humps filled out the space inside the fabric, smoothing it around them and pushing it aside. A low noise filled the room, similar to the sound Ayumi's suit made whenever she moved or breathed in, only it was more constant and coming from the direction of the lady. Stretching the fabric around them the sides of the lady's bosom grew gradually rounder as her mounds bulged from domes to small spheres, reaching the rough size of fists. The more accented the curvature of her breasts became the heavier the lady's breathing seemed to become, and as she looked at her hands Ayumi noticed she was twitching her fingers. On the end of her dress's neck then a small gap appeared, barely more than a few millimeter deep, but as the sides of the kimono moved aside it slowly grew deeper, the slopes of her breasts slowly showing in the growing cleavage.
Leaving the scale of small behind them they swelled into more ambitious territory. The larger her breasts became the more the form of her curves was showing, the bulging spheres sticking out from her slender body. Adding to the rising noise of stretching fabric came the soft humming of the lady who was slowly giving in to the pleasure. Her head moved rhythmically from side to side, occasionally a moan slipped through her lips and the pleasure she felt was showing on her mimic, her mouth opening to a dull smile while she closed her eyes. Ayumi looked shortly up at her face, but her attention was quickly drawn towards her growing assets again as they bit by bit freed themselves from the cover of her dress. With each pound that swelled into it the gap in her kimono opened further, revealing a V-shaped excerpt of her bosom as well as a thin, small line of cleavage between her bulging walls of flesh. The almost pure white skin stood in great contrast to the black fabric that lay smoothly around her little meat bins. The lady then put her hands on the bottom of her breasts, and firmly cupped her firm mounds. Her palms embraced the lower slopes of her breasts, her crooked fingers reaching roughly half around them. Little movements were going from her hands to her breasts, her firm flesh giving in slightly as the lady groped herself with almost exaggerated care. Growing wider than her waist her bosom wandered into truly large dimensions, each globe soon surpassing the size of big rice bowls. The gap at her top widened to a wide and generous V-neck as the rim of the fabric approached her shoulders, while the tip of the V was close to the height of her nipples. The little breast warts began to shine slightly through the thinning fabric of her kimono, showing the woman's growing excitement.
The pink cherry flowers around her bosom were already noticeably stretched, being both bigger and brighter than before the growth. Though the hem of her dress didn't really rise some fabric was starting to get pulled upwards through the corset tied around her dress. The tops of her breasts lapped over the part of her chest above them while their bottoms dented the fabric and hid her ribcage bit by bit. If Ayumi had crawled around her she would have seen the quite impressive bust line from the side perspective as it stuck prominently out from the rest of her lithe torso. The rather fragile build of her body began to show as it bent under the mass it had to carry. It didn't seem though as if it really was putting much strain on the woman who still visibly (and soundly) enjoyed herself, her hands now caressing her soft bosom with a bit more force. As her breasts reached the size of her head and she was noticeably leaning forward she straightened her posture with little effort, putting her head back as she let out a long moan of pleasure. Ayumi was startled to see the woman handling the weight of her assets with such ease, although they were almost as big as the pair of hooters that were tying the ninja to the ground.
As ever more fabric was pulled around them it grew dangerously thin on the sides of her breasts, having turned from black into slightly greyish tone that showed her skin slightly. Ayumi could even hear from time to time some stitches creaking under the rising pressure when they were not drowned by the moans of the lady who had begun to rub her breasts in a circles, slowly and gently. She stopped her caressing for a moment and grabbed the sides of her V-neck, cooing as she embraced the fabric and her fingertips touched the skin of her bosom directly. Carefully she opened the gap in her kimono, relieving the fabric as it slid over her magnificent curves. Once again Ayumi gulped as she steadily uncovered her breasts, extending the amount of skin displayed and deepening her cleavage. The end of the firm and tight rift moved below the height of her nipples, falling down the ascent of her bosom, while the angle of the gap opened bit by bit until one could see her shoulders. As her cleavage reached almost the end of her bosom and the fabric was short before falling down her shoulders the lady removed her hands from her wardrobe, putting them on her hips while straightening her back again as if she presented wanted to present herself to Ayumi. In the meantime the sound of stretching fabric grew lower, while the sides of her dress wandered at a constantly slower place over the increasing girth of her bust. When they were roughly the same size as Ayumi's her breasts resided at their size, standing proudly and full from the woman's still slender body. Each of her gargantuan orbs was just as firm as the ninja's, being comparable to a samurai helmet or pumpkin. Mindlessly the young kunoichi stared at the display of feminine flesh that had spread just before her eyes, still not fully able to believe what she had just seen.
The woman smiled in amusement. "I thought it might be better to just show you I'm a not a faker", the woman explained, proudly sticking her chest out from her body. "Though, to a certain degree, I guess both of us are kind of fake." Ayumi didn't reply, but just watched the rack bouncing up and down as the buxom lady walked through the room. "I bought this scroll la long time ago from traveling salesman", she told the ninja. "Back then I was just a shy introverted girl, the third daughter of the duke and therefore barely more than air for him, especially since my mother, his wife died during my birth. I was raised in a way that made clear my only role in the family would be to marry some other aristocrat so that our families would form an alliance. But after I fot my hands on this scroll and tried it for the first time, after I realized that it wasn't just a fairy tale that man had told me, and after I got over the fact a pair of giant udders was suddenly hanging from my body I slowly began to realize the opportunities they gave me. I tested my new "powers" on various of the male servants, the guards, and even some of other aristocrates that regularly came to visit my father. Soon I found that I could get any man to do what I wanted if I just could make my chest bigger, and suddenly a whole new world I had only dreamed off before opened up to me! As the mistress of the scroll, the goddess of bosom, I could whirl any duke or general around my finger! With the power of this scroll I rose up from the small flower that grew silently in the darkness of my family and conquered the sun all for myself, while my sisters and my father withered in the shadow of my breasts! Now I am the head of my family, one of the strongest women in the country, and soon the bride of the shogun! And it's all thanks to this little thing! Or rather…" She gave her humps a smack from the bottom, causing them to jiggle as she held them in her palms. "These little things!"
Ayumi still looked incredulously at the woman's bust. She was completely at loss for words. Never had she considered another scroll like the one she possessed existed. But still, there it was, just a few feet ahead of her, tucked into her corset. And just like her own had been before she stole it, it had fallen into the hands of an aristocrat that used it to manipulate the men surrounding her and make herself a (literally) big player in the political game of chess. Using one's body to manipulate the dukes and generals to one's personal likings in those unstable times, while dozens of people died everyday – the thought made Ayumi's shudder. Then again, she used the power of the scroll for assasination – had she really a right to judge this woman? Quickly however Ayumi abondened this train of thoughts as she had other problems to deal with: Despite this revelation the situation basically hadn't changed. She had been caught during a mission, and now her fate was completely in the hands of her supposed target. The ninja looked up from the woman's bounteous bosom into her face. She was looking down the kunoichi, still bearing that superior, amused smile.
"How about a game?", she suddenly asked.
Ayumi frowned. "What kind of game?", she asked in bemusement.
The woman put her sleeve in front of her mouth and chuckled, leading her orbs to jiggle inside her kimono. "Why, can't you guess?", she asked in a mocking tone. "Of course a competition of the biggest tits!"
Ayumi's eyes widened at the suggestion of the lady. "Excuse me?", she asked, sounding more than just a little irritated.
"You hear me right, my little ninja", the woman said. "It's getting a little boring lately to play around with men, you know: Leaning forward to show off my cleavage, pressing my nipples into their backs, making remarks about how you heavy my breasts are – that all can get a little bit monotonous after a while. Another girl with the same gift as me is a welcome distraction! So, what do you think?"
Ayumi blinked. The confusion was written all over her face. She wasn't sure what she should do. She had never really tried to see how big she could get. The largest she ever achieved was around as big as large pumpkins, and it took days before her bust had decreased back to its original size afterwards. The sheer thought of going beyond that was creeping her out. But on the other hand, in this situation, did she really have a choice? As long as that woman was playing with her, she was safe. So Ayumi had to keep her "entertained", or that lunatic might get a reasonable thought like calling the guards. Also, the proud kunoichi was still eager to find a way how she could somehow manage to complete this mission – or at least get out of it alive.
She briefly tried to get up again, but found that she could only lift her breasts a few centimetrs above the ground. And even if she somehow managed to get back on her feet there was no way she would be able to fight or run away. So, as she was left with no other choice, she lowered her body again, wincing slightly as her weight pressed on her bosom, and slowly pulled the hand with the scroll towards her face. Holding it in front of her nose she hesitated a moment. Her gaze immediately met with the two balls of breast flesh as she looked downwards. A large amount of skin was revealed, as well as the tight gap into which each of her mammary spheres were flowing. She could still see the rim of her V-neck and some of the black fabric surrounding her bust, her skin shining slightly through the wide stitches. Sighing she put her other hand on the scroll, her body bobbing on her bosom as her arms didn't hold her up anymore, and closed her eyes. The paper crumpled as she opened the scroll, slowly, but steadily.
Through her closed eye-lids she could see the kanjis glowing. Again the magic was flowing into her, creating a warm feeling in her whole body from her head down to her toes. After a while the warmth concentrated in her chest. As her breasts warmed up the subtle tingle inside them quickly intensified, and it only took a few seconds before the stirring sensation was strong enough to force a gasp out of the kunoichi. She leaned her body a little upwards by pressing her elbows into the floor, putting some pressure from her bosom. A motion was going through the flesh that was piled up between the ground and her body as it slowly spread out again, reaching to all sides and burying the floor around it. The already tight fabric of her suit stretched even further, growing increasingly transparent around her bloating bosom. At the same time the rim of her V-neck glided lower as the girth of her bust expanded, granting growing insight on her bosom as well as on a steadily deeper excerpt of her compressed cleavage. On the sides her breasts began to press against her arms, and while the soft tissue enveloped her elbows they also slightly pushed them aside, weakening the support of her arms. Therefore her bosom had to carry more of Ayumi's weight, causing the growing swells to bulge out faster over the wooden floor. Even though as mass assembled beneath her Ayumi felt as she was bit by bit lifted upwards, her belly getting further away from the ground. She closed the scroll in her hands, panting heavily as her firm bosom pressed with rising force against the floor. While she continued to ascend she took a small glance up towards the woman. She held the sleeve in front of her mouth, but Ayumi could still read the mood on her face: Boredom. She was bored by Ayumi. The ninja gulped, looking down on her massing mammary glands. The growth spurt would lead them to become huge, and the sensitivity was already more than she could handle. Still, after taking in a deep breath that brought the substance of her suit to its absolute limits she opened the scroll again.
Even with all the arousal the kunoichi was scared stiff: activating the scroll again while she was still growing – she had never done something like this before. But she had to keep the woman entertained, and the only way she could do that was by growing her breasts into even more absurd dimensions as they already were. Once more she felt the magic streaming into her body. Slowly she felt as the second spurt was added to the first, upping the already strong sensations in her body. Ayumi panted in long spurts, trying to stay calm. But the pace of her breathing got faster as the tingle in her breasts increased exponentially, growing in dimensions that made it hard for her to even think. The stretching of her suit turned into ripping as the speed of her growth accelerated, carrying her breasts to the scale beyond large pumpkins and into dimensions that could best be described as lampion-sized. On their way there they tore a long tear into each side of her suit, near the place where her arms touched her bosom. The ninja winced as her bare skin graced the fabric of her sleeves, numbing her senses even further. While the tears steadily enlarged both in length and width more holes popped up all around her bosom: A smooth, almost round hole on the top of her right breast, a wide eye-like rip on the lower left slope of her left breast, a vertical rift on the lower middle slightly shifted to the right that showed some cleavage. As her breasts became so big they pushed her roughly two feet up in the air every second another small tear appeared on a random location on her suit, turning it bit by bit into patchwork. Her neckline also didn't just slid deeper anymore, but at the tip of her cleavage the fabric slowly ripped downwards, her breasts breaking the suit as they bulged and tried to squeeze out of it. The piece of her bandana that was hanging from her face got eaten by the rising slopws of her humps, causing more shivers to go through Ayumi as the soft fabric was gliding over her sensitive skin. Though they were squeezed between her body and the ground and therefore had a rather deformed shape one could still see the growing firmness of her breasts as they slowly pushed Ayumi higher, up and up into the air. While the numerous holes in her suit expanded and revealed the shining beauty of her bosom she could clearly feel every vibration inside her breasts, every square of skin rubbing against the fabric of her suit, every little quake in her flesh as her massing meat buns conquered the ground surrounding them. These impulses all added to heights of pleasure she had never experienced in her life before. Normally one would expect such intense sensations to quickly pass after a few seconds, but as the magic of the scroll continued to work on her the sensitivity of her bosom didn't cease to increase, causing her arousal to strengthen accordingly.
In the end it all became too much for the young ninja. Dropping the scroll in her hand she moaned loudly, the bandana only slightly muffling the pleasure in her voice. Her whole body that had practically been paralysed by the sensations the entire time abruptly started to move: Flailing her legs Ayumi's body bobbed on her breasts, the young ninja screaming in artificial delight while she harshly grabbed her meat pillows. Immediately the ripped up fabric broke apart as she clasped her hands around her growing flesh, the feeling of her breasts swelling inside her grip stimulating her even further. Moving her hands from side to side she rubbed her breasts against each other while the more than dubious movements with the rest of her body caused them to repeatedly be squeezed to half their size and then back in their original shape, the process of her actions accelerating the destruction of her suit. Pieces of black fabric fell from the slopes of her breasts until the entire top of her milk jugs was shining in the sparse light of the candle that burned on the table. Both her breasts together were probably heavier than the whole rest of her body, each being bigger than her legs were from knee to foot. Hopping up and down on and massaging her breasts Ayumi barely noticed anything around her, including the woman's amused giggles as she watched her grow. The fabric on the flanks of her bosom seemed like it was preparing for its destruction as steadily more holes popped up in the clothing, the sound of shredding fabric being overturned by Ayumi's hard moans. Slowly the remnants of her suit turned into a spider-net like structure as holes fused and only tense threads still lay intact on her vast curves. While their cover diminished her breasts seemed to spread a little further outwards, though Ayumi's movements made it hard to see the flesh pressing through the gaps. The more her breasts bulged the more they were shifting upwards, Ayumi not lying on her the center of her breasts anymore but more on their lower slopes. That way the bottom of her bosom that was still covered in a comparably decent manner by black fabric that was stuck between the flesh and the floor, though it was slowly stripped off as her uprising breasts slipped out of the suit.
Despite getting exhausted Ayumi continued to jump on her rack while she aggressevely fondled the swelling masses of her chest. Each drive into her firm flesh drove her arousal a step higher – she could only hope it would reach its climax soon. As the sensations reached their final peak Ayumi's whole body abruptely froze. The flesh of her bosom continued to wobble even as she lay still, pulsating with growth. Paralysed Ayumi held her breath, and for a second her heartbeat stopped. The sparse remnants of her suit broke thread after thread under the growing bulk of her breasts, leaving the ninja's chest practically bare. As their own weight increased Ayumi's body was becoming less of a burden for them, making her rise even higher in the air as they bounced back into a rounder shape. Lying on a pair of meat pillows larger than her body from head to belly Ayumi could feel nothing but her breasts anymore, her breasts and the pleasure they caused as they bursted the fabric, as she felt them swell in her hands, as she was resting on them and getting lifted slowly unpwards by them. When only a few threads on the flanks of her bosom that looked like abandoned spidernets "covered" her the great pleasure inside Ayumi finally began to subside, though she didn't notice it until it had sunken to a level that could actually be experienced by a normal human. When her mind was working normally again she calmly took in a few deep breathes, cautious not to breath in too deeply as she could feel ripple in her assets everytime she inhaled. The last pounds of growth rolled out of her bosom, the tingle inside them decreasing to a subtle prickle - at least subtle compared to before, it was still dangerous for her to just blow air into the direction of her bosom. Much to her shame however Ayumi found herself unable to put her hands off her bosom for the subtle pleasure it granted her, her arms lying around her curves and holding them gently. She actually had to keep herself from stroking herself. Over the sounds of her pants she suddenly heard someone clapping his hands.
"Not bad", the lady complimented her. She took the scroll from her corset, holding it in front of her chest. "Now it's my turn."
With a superior grin she opened the scroll. Again bright light emerged as the magic flowed out of it and into the woman, engulfing her in pleasant warmth. Once the light had faded she put the scroll down, granting Ayumi a free look at her blossoming charms. From the ground the ninja watched her breasts starting to swell again, slowly growing fuller. The already massive mounds once more pressed against the fabric of her kimono, and soon Ayumi could clearly hear it stretch around her flaring curves. The tightness of her cleavage increased, the round walls of her breasts flattening as they squeezed with rising force against each other. At the same time the sides of her kimono slowly slid over the growing slopes of her bust, starting to reveal her more intimidate areas. Resting already smoothly around them the fabric was strained further over the sides of her bosom, its colour getting gradually brighter. Millimeter by millimeter her bust reached forward while bulging into all directions away from her, growing wider than the shoulders of an adult man. The woman put her head back a little as the top of her bosom began to long for her chin, the bottom meanwhile rolling over her last pair of ribs. Fueled by the magic of the scroll her breasts grew out of the dress that confined them, keeping their round and firm shape as they spread evenly to all sides.
To Ayumi it seemed like she was growing even faster than she had just now, her kimono gliding swiftly over the rising form of her bosom. The tip of her cleavage wandered deeper and deeper, the amount of exposed skin extending, and the black fabric grew steadily more transparent on the sides as it stretched around the growing humps, showing all of their firmly formed curves. As her breasts were as big as usual lampions her V-neck reached the end of her bosom, vanishing behind the rim of her red corset. By that point roughly half of the woman's bosom was uncovered: At the bottom the rift in her kimono was around two inches wide, going from there in two arched lines up her bosom as they followed the course of her curves until reaching her shoulders, where the fabric was only a slight notch away from gliding down her arms. Her vast V-neck barely hid her breast warts, the rim of her décolleté just grazing them and exposing at least a full square of skin and flesh. Though the gap still widened a little as her bosom pulled against it her corset drastically decreased the pace at which the kimono slid over her curves, therefore increasing the pressure on the fabric. Only at the top her V-neck widened at a little faster pace as the fabric glided over the slopes of her breasts. As Ayumi looked from below the lady's bosom began to block the sight on her face, her chin already hidden behind it. The ninja stared at the growing aristocrat with big eyes, the growth still not slowing down despite her hooters being almost as huge as her own. "How can one dose of growth make you so big?", she asked.
Though the lips of the woman began to vanish behind her bust Ayumi could see her smile. "It's all a matter of attitude", she informed her. She moved her hands under her breasts and cupped their undersides, crossing her arms below the large piles of flesh. "The more you want, the more the scroll gives you!"
Ayumi's eyes looked over every inch of the woman's vast bust, basically sucking in all of her curves. "And how come you can still stand with theses?"
The woman giggled. "That's just practice", she replied, winking at the ninja. After she had said that she closed her eyes. Though half of her face was covered by her bust Ayumi knew what the expression on her face looked like, for she knew pretty well from experience what she was feeling: Enjoyment. Pleasure. Stimulation. The woman was enjoying the feeling of her breasts swelling against her palms, was pleased how the fabric stretched under her hands over her bulging bosom, and found stimulation in the small prickles that went through her breasts, making them pulsate with arousal... A soft moan suddenly slipped through the ninja's lips, who found that she was unconsciously rubbing her breasts. Blushing she ceased her caressing, but still couldn't take her hands off her bust. Stupid sensitivity.
Her attention however quickly was drawn back to the woman and her growing breasts. As it stretched around them subtle ripping sounds emerged from the kimono of the lady. Its colour had mainly turned from deep black to an almost transparent grey at the sides of her bosom while the pattern on it was so stretched it could barely be distinguished as cherry petals anymore. Ayumi could clearly hear as the stitches of the dress popped, slowly losing its fight against the massive mammaries inside it. They were still perfectly smooth, round and firm, but suddenly her humps hung a little as the lady leaned forward, just a little. She changed the position of her arms slightly to support her bust. Still, as her balloon continued to blow up her straight posture bit by bit crumbled under the increasing load she had to bear. The flesh of her breasts fully enveloped her chin as it billowed out of her dress, freeing itself steadily from it. Eventually the dress slipped over the woman's shoulders and fell down to her elbows and over her upper back. Immediately the fabric slid over the hills of her bosom and exposed their entire top, the flesh bulging slightly as the pressure was released from it. But her corset kept the tip of her V-neck from moving upwards and therefore the lower part of the rift in her kimono stayed the way it was. The result was the fabric making a strange turn around her breast warts and only covering the bottom left of her left and the bottom right of her right breast, being held by nothing but its tightness. Ayumi's eyes widened again as she could gaze at almost three quarters of the woman's firm bosom. Where it still covered her the fabric was wrapped tautly around the bottom of her breasts, some of it sliding into the gap between them and her chest wall. Of course Ayumi couldn't see this as her breasts blocked the view on everything below her belly, being about to surpass her own jugs in size. And although the woman was leaning an inch further with every inch her bust grew, the clumsy girl was still amazed she was even able to stand like this.
Soft moans began to echoes through the room. Roaring out her lust the woman began to rub her arms a little over her breasts – Ayumi had to hold back not to imitate her. With the pressure of her dress mainly gone the woman's bosom practically pulsated with her pants, bulging forth and back in addition to their constant swelling. What little of her dress still covered her chest was stretched extremely thin, looking as if it was ready to burst any second. As only little kept it from either ripping apart or getting pulled over her breast warts Ayumi saw the growth was slowing down. The creaking of the fabric died off while the movements of her wobbling chest flesh decreased. Still the fabric ripped a little on the right breast, not enough for a tear to appear, but to turn to a sheer layer of clearly visible stitching. The half-naked aristocrat continued to rub her breasts fo a bit longer, gently through her kimono, but as the fabric had thinned to a few millimeters she could feel the sensitivity of her chest clearly throug hit. A louder moan made its way out of her mouth, the woman slightly leaning herself to the side at the pleasurable impulse. As she did though her globes shifted to the side as well, and the woman could feel as they tried to drag them with her. Waking up from her trance she quickly leaned herself to the other side. Her humps followed, bumping slightly into each other and their momentum almost causing her to fall to the other side. As they wobbled left and right neither Ayumi nor the woman herself really noticed as their growth came to an end, settling at a size slightly above Ayumi's. Eventually the lady found her balance again, but still moved a little on the spot with her breasts jittering slightly. Her dress was really close to falling off her round and perky assets that protruded away from her like a pair of giant rubber balls. "So, what do you think?", the lady asked the ninja, smiling amused.
Ayumi looked at the blown-up rack of the lady, inspecting it while the aristocrat staggered on her feet. After a while the ninja sent her own jugs into quivering movements with a shrug. "I guess that's a mildly impressive size, yeah", she said with a completely unimpressed tone in her voice.
The lady raised an eye-brow. "Mildly impressive?", she repeated. After tilting her body int oa position that allowed her to stand still the woman straightened her back. The stitches of her kimono creaked as she stuck her chest out, growing even more transparent around it. "Do you even realise how huge I am?", she asked Ayumi. She removed her hands from her bosom and put them on her hips, though without their support her posture began to falter a little again. "Or was the vastness of my bust too much for your small brain to handle and so it snapped?"
Ayumi made a few small hops on her bust, tilting her head to the side while looking up at what she could still see from the lady's face. "Well, considering how you boasted before, it seems a little... small may not be the right word, but I somehow expected more of someone who claims herself to be the "mistress of the scroll" and the "goddess of bosom". I mean if that's all you can get out of it…"
A hearty laugh interrupted Ayumi. "Oh poor naïve little girl!" The woman pulled out the scroll from her corset again. "You think this is my maximum size?"
Since it was impossible to hold it in front of her body anymore she simply opened the scroll at her waist. Again the light streamed from the ancient writing. Warmth spread through the woman's body into her bust, the already tremendous sensitivity of her humps causing a boiling heat to build up inside them. The lady shivered slightly as sensations overcame her that seemed to be much even for her. Moans already left her lips before the edged fabric around her breast warts even started to slide over the the rising curves of her bosom. The increasing pressure caused the already strained kimono to creak loudly as the stitches one by one broke apart, the fabric seemingly stretching into nothingness. A low ripping noise at her left breast heralded the doom of the fabric. Slowly a rift began to form on the left underside of her bosom, steadily growing alongside her bust. Another ripping sound emerged from her other breast, the two tears growing synchronously in width and length as her breasts billowed outwards. Looking at them from below the rips appeared to Ayumi like a pair of eyes that was slowly opening and staring at her. As the meat pillows swallowed the face of the lady from her chin upwards and began to roll over her belly Ayumi noticed their weight seemed to trouble her again as she was starting to lean forward. Her breasts were a good notch larger than the ninja's already, sticking several feet out from her body and being far too wide for the woman to reach her arms around them. "So, how is that?", the aristocrat asked confidently.
Ayumi looked at the swelling mounds of flesh. "Can't see a real difference from before", she simply stated.
The woman snorted. She rolled up the scroll in her hand and immediately opened it again. The creaking noise got louder as another surge of magic hit the lady. The "eyes" on the fabric opened at a faster pace as the growth of her burgeoning jugs accelerated. With another load of magic hitting her mammary monsters it felt to the woman like thousands of tiny hands were kneading her bosom, thousands of tiny hands from professional massagers that knew exactly how they had to touch a lady. Her breasts gained inches in seconds, bulging into dimensions that defied all reason. Steadily outshining the ninja's rack her bust began to literally leave her in its shadow, blocking the light of the candle on Ayumi as the diameter of her breasts exceeded the length of the woman from neck to waist. The tip of her hair vanished behind her bosom, so all Ayumi could see of the woman were her legs and her breasts. Soon the tears in her kimono didn't look like eyes anymore but long chasms that went over either side of her breast, while the chasm between her charms gradually lost its tightness since her dress did an increasingly insufficient job at holding her bosom. From behind her wall of flesh Ayumi heard the woman moaning in ecstasy, and as the flanks of her bosom quivered slightly she could tell her arms were shaking as she tried not to grope herself. Further and further the woman leaned forward, her firm and round breasts dragging her towards the ground. Ayumi pulled her head back in reflex as the giant piles of flesh moved into her direction, causing a slight shaking to go through her own bosom. "How's… that?", the woman panted, clearly fighting with the sensitivity and weight of her assets.
Crossing her arms over her cleavage and flailing her legs slowly in the air Ayumi looked at the rapidly growing bust of the woman. "Kind of big", was all she said. "But not really god-like big."
Ayumi got no reply from the woman, except for her pants. Her breasts continued to grow, and Ayumi watched its expansion while slightly bouncing on her chest, still cautious not to give to the urge that told her to grope it. Behind the woman's breast Ayumi then saw a glimmer of light shining for a moment. Behind her quivering breasts the woman let out a loud scream of pleasure, and once it had died off suddenly fell silent again. A quake was going through her breasts as their growth once more picked up, quickly increasing their volume as they flared out to all directions. With a loud rip the remaining cover of her kimono burst apart. The woman threw out a gasp as a swarm of shreds was catapulted from her jolting bosom, some of the pieces falling down on Ayumi. While the ninja closed her eyes and shivered as she felt the ripped up fabric slowly gliding over her curves the breasts of the woman wobbled into all directions; left and right, up and down, forth and back, constantly hitting each other and the rest of her body. Though her kimono had done little at the end to container them her breasts did seem a bit fuller as they danced naked in the air, their smooth curves shining brightly in the light of the candle. The rest of her kimono was still intact, only the part on her chest being destroyed. Dropping the scroll in her hand the woman threw her arms back and slipped out of her sleeves, making the back part of her kimono hang down, only held by her corset. Being completely top-naked the mistress of the monster mammaries struggled to keep her balance, the sensations that were going through her being too strong as that she could have concentrated on anything but her breasts. Eventually however her legs gave in, folding at her knees as they couldn't carry her weight anymore. The massive jugs which together were bigger than her vanity without the mirror slapped against her face from the momentum created as she fell forward, directly towards the grounded ninja. When she landed on her bosom the vibrations the impact created sent Ayumi's own meat into wobbles as well, and both women simultaneously let out a loud gasp as they bobbed on their boobs, the woman of course much more than the kunoichi.
Once Ayumi had calmed down again she saw a giant abyss of cleavage lying directly in front of her face, slowly bulging into her direction. The massive walls of meat wobbled and shook slightly, while it seemed like they were a little moving forth and back with every breath of the woman. The kunoichi pressed her legs into the floor and pulled her body back, moaning from time to time as she dragged her bosom over the ground. While she backed up she saw a rising excerpt of the woman's breasts, though their constant growth at the same time made them steadily slip out of out of Ayumi's sight again. Getting away from the canyon-like gap between her mounds the ninja saw steadily more of the swelling slopes that formed her cleavage, their ascent slowly decreasing the closer they were to the top of her bosom before her hills arched downwards again on the other side. Once she was a few feet away Ayumi could see the woman's bosom in all of its fullness, a pair of stacked meat balls three times wider and more voluminous than her own. On top of them the rest of the lady rested, Ayumi guessing her feet were only barely touching the ground on the other end of her breasts, and her face seemed to have sunken into the sink between them. While she slowly was lifted up by her growing mounds, the swells of her bosom spreading over the ground and into Ayumi's direction, one could hear her moaning weakly, her voice muffled by the flesh around her mouth. Her arms that were hanging over the sides of her breasts, her finger tips just barely reaching past the widest parts of her globes and were gradually moving upwards, slowly began to move. The moans of the woman grew a little louder as she pressed her hands into her firm flesh, the stout mounds showing surprisingly little resistance as the flesh folded around her hands.
Once more Ayumi pulled her breasts over the floor as the woman's bosom almost reached her again, each asset being bigger than the women from head to knee by then, and still expanding at a fast pace. Ayumi's feet eventually hit the wall behind her, the ninja gulping as she realized she was trapped. Luckily, after swelling another few inches and almost reaching the diameter of the woman herself the growth began to slow down. Her unspeakable breasts continued to grow for some longer, but the speed of the expansion steadily dropped until no more swelling could be seen. The woman still moaned with the head between her breasts, digging her her hands as deeply into her round charms as possible. Suddenly she released her grip, causing a small wave to roll over her bosom. Her hands glided up the ascent of her curves, their mistress humming pleasurably as she softly stroked herself. Looking over her gargantuan bosom Ayumi then watched as the woman raised her head. She looked a bit exhausted, but that expression was overshadowed by the big smile on her face, going almost from ear to ear. "So, what do you think now?", she asked superiorly. A wobble went through her meat as she straightened up on her bosom. "Is that a size worthy the goddess of bosom?"
The ninja looked over the grounded woman, whose breasts each contained more flesh than probably both of them had together in the rest of her bodies. In fact, they were probably still more massive than the two of them even if one counted Ayumi's breasts in. "I do admit, they are pretty… gigantic", she told the woman. A bit unbelieving Ayumi gazed over the vastness of the woman's bosom that seemed to be filling up half the space of the room from wall to wall. "Wow, you are really big!", she finally blurred out in amazement.
The lady chuckled in amusement. "You can say that!", she stated rather proudly.
"So big you probably can't fit through the door, right?", Ayumi asked.
The woman's bosom wobbled as she made a proud hop on them. "You can say that!", she assured the ninja, smiling even brighter.
"So big you can't stand up on your own?"
"You can say that!"
"So big you are completely unable to move?"
"You can say that!"
Swiftly Ayumi pulled a dagger from her belt. "So big you couldn't defend yourself if I crawled over and tried to slice up your throat?", she asked, grinning behind her bandana.
The smile of the lady faded. "Er, I don't think you can say that…"
The next morning the guards found their mistress dead in her chamber, alongside many other guards in the garden. Many questions were raised in the following days: Who was the murderer? How had he gotten into the mansion and killed the guards? Had he acted on his own or was it a hired assassin? In the very moment the guards entered the room however and saw the body of their mistress, only one question struck their minds:
How had she managed to hide those things under her kimono?

# Story of the hot kunoichi by ~I3reacl

Literature / Prose / Fiction / Romance / Erotic / Short Stories©2012-2013 ~I3reacl
Mature Content
Third story about the clumsy ninja girl. Enjoy!
Legend of the attractive Shinobi apprentice Shimanto Ayumi: [link]
Tale of the sexy ninja girl: [link]
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~DoctorDeath123 Apr 30, 2012
Ok best story I've ever read on DA. Not just the boobs but the way it was written was awesome, perfect I would say. But I'm dieing to know what happened to her scroll? Did she take it or will it be a tool for another character? Of course if you intend on continuing I just want to know if she took it, I hate spoilers.
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~I3reacl May 1, 2012 Hobbyist Writer
*points to the comment two comments above*
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~DoctorDeath123 May 5, 2012
Oh..... Ummmm right, well thanks
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~carterthorn90 Apr 29, 2012
Moral of the story? Don't listen to ninja's :3
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~I3reacl Apr 29, 2012 Hobbyist Writer
Not when they obviously came to kill you at least...
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!DreiDeiz Apr 28, 2012
Hahaha, another favourite returns!
Really amusing and nice, nice to see a plotwist about the scroll, along how clever Ayumi acted.
Another nice story once again, also, what happened to the other scroll?
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~I3reacl Apr 29, 2012 Hobbyist Writer
Who knows? When the guards searched the room for clues though they didn't find anything suspicious...
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~ChaosEcho Apr 28, 2012
Another good one. Near the end I was wondering if she'd still be able to pull it off.
Kind of a sad waste of an amazing rack, though. Oh well. I'm sure Ayumi can provide plenty~
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~I3reacl Apr 29, 2012 Hobbyist Writer
Basically the rack is still there. And considering how much of it there is it will probably take a while before it starts to, ahem, "shrink"
And yes, she can. And probably will
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~T-Danger Apr 28, 2012
Marvellous story sir. Some awesome growth description, and some really good storytelling as well. I honestly was not expecting that little twist at the end. Great stuff.
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~I3reacl Apr 29, 2012 Hobbyist Writer
Thanks! Didn't think anyone would care about the story, it's actually rather flat^^
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~Saccularius Apr 28, 2012
i find it hard to express my enjoyment in words, so ill say this: it was an absolutely fantastic read. the main source of my enjoyment was not the breast growth, but the clever mind games the ninja used to ultimately end the life of her target. simply classic and simply invigorating. my hat if off to you good sir. keep up the good work
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~I3reacl Apr 29, 2012 Hobbyist Writer
Well I don't know if it can be considered a clever mind game if you tease someone to grow her breasts to the point of immobility, but thanks ^^
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~Saccularius Apr 29, 2012
no problem
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