Creation of the Slobby Shinobi Clan (WIP Preview)

WARNING THE FULL STORY WILL CONTAIN: Sakura, Ino, and Hinata (Naruto) Slobification (Weight Gain, Burping, and Farting) 

   The gossip around Konoha Village ever since Sakura had returned from her mission had been deafening. While Sakura herself paid little mind to what people said about her altered appearance, some of her fellow ninjas were less forgiving. As time grew on, two close friends of hers decided that rather than wait for things to get worse they would confront her about what exactly had caused her drastic change in both appearance and mindset.

   Taking the lead towards Sakura’s office was Ino, her long-time rival come to investigate what had made her degrade in such a way. She had come to the office with her blonde hair tied up in a neat ponytail that reached down to her purple skirt. Her purple crop top made her give off the air of relaxation to help ease Sakura, but a number of kunai hidden on her person were insurance for in-case things went south.

   Coming up behind Ino was Hinata, her lavender eyes focused on the door to Sakura’s office. Like Ino, she had come wearing set of comfortable clothes in the form of a blouse that matched the color of her eyes, with a set of weapons hidden beneath the black sash around her waist. The dark blue strands of her hair barely shifted with each of her steps, her attention set on thinking of how best to broach the topic of Sakura’s condition.

   Approaching the door, Ino and Hinata steeled themselves for the trial ahead. Not helping their nerves was a rank odor that seeped through the cracks. Having faced much scarier foes in the past, the two women nodded towards one another and knocked.

   “Come BWOOOORRRP in.”

   Heeding Sakura’s call, Ino opened up the door and immediately was assaulted with a face full of the noxious odor. She and Hinata at first thought the source came from the numerous food containers littered between various medical scrolls around the room. However, they knew better that each box had already been cleaned out of their contents. They were quite aware that the true source came from Sakura’s wide rear seated upon two chairs behind her desk.

   Despite being hundreds of pounds larger than her old self, Sakura was still dressed in her usual outfit of a red qipao and black pants. Her clothes had been altered to fit her new size, but there were still many places where the fabric seemed to be losing the battle against her flab. The most evident sign of her changes was found in her doughy gut, the sphere of flab peeking out from beneath the hem of her qipao to show off a fraction of her 500 pounds of weight. Further up the red fabric was sullied from a combination of food stains and various rips caused by her heaving bosom. Though her pants did an admirable job of keeping her thick thighs covered up, they were just tight enough to show off every dimple of her meaty rear as it balanced upon her two chairs.

   “Hey there BWOOORRRP Ino,” Sakura belched, waving about her pudgy hand as her three chins rippled from the expulsion. “What brings you here today?”

   Ino winced at the smell but forced herself to step forward. “We came here to ask you some questions about your last mission.”

   Pondering for a moment, Sakura realized what they were talking around the same time she released an abhorrent fart from her backside. “You’re talking about my run-in with the disciple of the All Seeing One.”

   “Yes,” Hinata answered, trying to remain patient even as she caught a whiff of Sakura’s flatulence. “You keep referring to this All Seeing One but refuse to elaborate. Does this thing have to do with your…condition?”

   “No need to UURRRP be so careful about it,” Sakura said, slapping her hand against her belly to release a prolonged PHHHHRRRTTT. “I’m a complete slob and I’m proud of it. It’s a culmination of my latest jutsu techniques. Shame I haven’t really been able to show it off though.”

   “That’s because we don’t think you’re in the right mindset,” Ino bluntly stated. “All this talk of a hooded figure and alternative jutsu methods has put you in a pretty suspicious position. No one wants to say it out loud, but there’s a chance you’ll be terminated from your position if you keep this up.”

   Sakura ran her fingers through her locks of greasy, pink hair as she pondered her friends’ words. “I do see your point. There is quite a lot to get across without fully showing off what I’ve learned. Would you be willing to let me give a demonstration?”

   “Of what?” Hinata asked as Sakura heaved herself into a standing position.

   Waddling her way around the desk, Sakura put her hands together and began maneuvering her sausage-like fingers into a series of unknown hand signs. As Ino and Hinata watched in an attempt to understand Sakura’s intentions, they noticed the shadows around the room begin to shiver. Despite their speed as well-trained ninjas, the two women were too slow to avoid the puddle of black goo that snatched up their legs.

   “Sakura, what’s going on?” Hinata shouted, feeling herself sink deeper into the shadows.

   “Taking you to the same place that made me like BWOOOORRRP this,” Sakura replied, shuffling up to the pair as the goo reached up to their shoulders.

   “You’re delusional!” Ino shouted, any further attempts to dissuade Sakura halted by her mouth getting swallowed up by the shadows.

   “Don’t worry, you’ll understand very soon,” Sakura said, a helping of her own flatulence sending the girls into a state of unconscious as they completely sunk into the dark abyss.