Outbreak (Naruto Bimbofication/Twinning Fic)

Okay folks, let's see if I remember how all of this works...

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Well, no reason for me to delay. Here's a new story that I hope you all enjoy - may it be the first of many more.

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- [Classified File – Only to be viewed by those with confirmed ‘Who they say they are’ Clearance.] -

- [Materials relating to Ground Zero.] -

- [Tape Begins] -

The screen flickers to life, static fuzz taking a moment to snap into place around the image of a nervous looking pink haired young woman, sitting at an interview table. The white wall behind her gives her outline more than enough contrast to stand out even with the poor quality of the tape.

“Alright, let’s get this underway.” A voice speaks up from just off camera, and a hint of an outline leans in just out of frame. “Interview log 5, August third, fifth of the fifth, at…” The outline raises their wrist into frame, revealing a feminine hand and a green sleeve. “Just after three PM. Senju Tsunade as lead Mednin. Subject… Please speak your name?”

The screen flickered as the pink haired woman leans forward so that the microphone in front of her picks up her voice clearly. Her motions are uncertain, but well-practiced. “Haruno Sakura.”

“Subject ‘Haruno Sakura’.” There was something slightly irritated about the way Tsunade pronounced the words. “Any formalities I’m forgetting?”

There was a muffled sound from off camera, just clear enough to be negative.

“Good.” The feminine hand dropped, green sleeved elbow now resting on the table as presumably-Tsunade steepled her fingers. “Right then. How has your day been?”

Sakura hesitates for a second, before taking a breath. “Um. Fine, I guess. A little quiet up until now. I’ve been down in isolation since our last interview, I haven’t really had anyone to talk to…”

“That is how isolation works, yes.”

The pinkette clearly wasn’t expecting the interruption, and blushes from embarrassment at being corrected. “I know, but… Teacher, please, won’t you tell me what’s wrong? I don’t understand-”

But Tsunade just waves a hand – the visible one – to silence the girl. “I’m the one asking questions. Stick to answering them, and maybe we won’t need to drag this out. How have you been feeling? Any nausea or other symptoms to report?”

“I… No…” Sakura shakes her head, brow furrowing, deep lines forming under the diamond mark that rests there. “Is that what this is about? Am I sick?”

“What did I just say about questions?” Tsunade’s irritation is getting clearer in her voice. “This is an interrogation, not a conversation, and I know you know that. Now tell me – what do you know about Hyuga Hinata?”

“Hinata?” Another confused blink. “We were classmates back in the academy. We’ve worked together on multiple missions since graduation. She’s, um, nice? She’s finally dating you-know-who, so I bet she’s over the moon, I know he is…”

Tsunade’s arms fold, leaving just her elbow visible. “You can’t tell me any more than that?”

“Not without specific authorisation codewords.” Sakura’s gaze sharpens up, her nervousness fading as she seems to grasp that this may be a hostile environment. “I’m not giving out information just because you look like my mentor.”

“Good.” The mednin nods, blonde hair dipping into frame for a second. “Then let’s try… Authorisation code 11AlphaSlugTwist.”

The pinkette’s eyes widen in surprise, and her defensiveness ends as quickly as it began. “Oh. Yes, that’s a valid-”

She does not get further, because at this point Tsunade’s fist slams into the surface of the table, and instantly reduces it to splinters. The video does not catch what Sakura does, but the tape stutters just enough to catch a couple of frames of graceful – if alarmed – dodging as she evades being hit by a single scrap of wood.

“Teacher?!” When the footage settles again, the pinkette is standing in front of the white wall, fists raised to defend herself if need be. “What are you-!?”

- [Tape Ends] –

- [Tape Begins] –

Green lines now form the shape of a hospital hallway, shot from above, somewhere near the ceiling. The image pans from left to right, the camera in constant, steady motion back and forth. Below, the lines shift in width and brightness to simulate the movement of people and objects. Most of the movement is towards the middle of the scene, where a collection of lines and blobs recognisable as Senju Tsunade paces back and forth. At her side, the still figure of her dark haired assistant is easier to make out.

“-Shouldn’t have known that code, Shizune!”

“I know.”

“How did she know that code?”

“I don’t know.”

“And that dodge! You’d think she really was trained by-!”

“I saw.”

Subtitles flash up on the screen as the two speak. The audio is of notably poor quality, and of a distant conversation besides, cutting out completely whenever Tsunade paces away from the camera, replaced by intuition and guesswork.

“This is getting ridiculous.”

“Yes.”

“I’m going to kick this up a notch.”

“Is that wise?”

“Do you have a better idea?”

“… No.”

“I thought not.” Tsunade stalks off down the corridor. “Let’s try it with Sakura this time.”

- [Tape Ends] –

- [Tape Begins] –

A dark haired woman sits in an interrogation chamber, eyes closed in peaceful meditation. The footage is cleaner on this tape, allowing for her pale kimono to stand out properly against the blank background.

Her eyes open as the door slams inwards, revealing pale orbs where her irises should be. Despite the suddenness of the sound, her face is serene, and she bows politely as someone enters the room.

“Okay. So, Hinata.” Tsunade sits down in the chair across from the woman, the new camera angled better to show her figure. “I need you to-”

There’s a mumble from offscreen. The mednin glances back over her shoulder, and then huffs in annoyance. “Right, right, that again. So what is this, Interview log 12?” Another mumble. “10. Okay, right, pretend I said 10 there. Date is whatever, you can fill it in later. Time is…” She looks at her wrist. “Motherfucker I broke another watch.”

More mumbling.

“Yeah, what she said. Anyway, Hinata.” Her voice is light, but her body language is heavy. “I need some assistance, since Sakura is being stubborn at the moment. Would you like to help me?”

“Of course!” The Hyuga’s sweet smile lights up the room. “I’d be honoured to help you with whatever you require. What do you need?”

“Good. Great. Thank you.” The edge of Tsunade’s grateful, if strained, smile is just visible. “Then please tell me what you know about Haruno Sakura.”

“Sakura?” The heiress blinks. Close examination shows that she does so by carefully closing and reopening one eyelid slower than the other so that her bloodline is never fully blinded, something all Hyuga are trained in from birth. “Well, she’s a close friend, she’s teammates with Na- With my partner…” There’s no hiding the blush on her cheeks, nor the giddy smile on her lips. “What would you like to know? I can tell you all sorts of things if you have the correct authorisation.”

Tsunade sighs, rubbing a hand over her face. “You trained these kids far too well, Sarutobi. Right, authorisation code 11AlphaSlugTwist.”

Hinata frowns, eyes narrowing almost imperceptibly. “I’m afraid I don’t know that code.”

“Right.” The blonde’s hand stops, pinching the bridge of her nose. “Right, of course you wouldn’t. Let’s go with MonkeyFish77Quiet, then.”

This time the heiress’s expression turns relieved. “Yes, that one’s correct. Hokage level?”

“My successor is taking this case seriously,” Tsunade grumbles. “As am I. Now, Sakura?”

Hinata nods, clasping her hands. Her fingers twiddle together. “Yes. Haruno Sakura, engaged to Uchida Sasuke, one of Konoha’s top Mednin, possibly the best ever produced – present company excluded, of course. She’s hoping for a July wedding, and as long as Ino doesn’t beat her to the punch. She’s completed 57 missions thus far this year, 10 C rank, 4 B rank, 12 A rank, and 31 S rank, a record that I know her mentor, one Senju Tsunade, frowned upon because it put her in the line of danger too much for a Mednin, but she really wanted that extra extension on the house.”

There’s an irritated snort from the interrogator’s side of the table, though some might say it sounds slightly fond as well. “You certainly keep a close eye on her.”

Hinata blushes, unconsciously reaching up to rub at the side of her face, next to her Byakugan. “I keep a close eye on everyone, Miss Tsunade.”

“Of course you do. Okay, that’s all nice data, but when was the last time you actually saw her in person.”

“In person?” Hinata pauses, her brow folding for a moment as she considers the question. “Well, the seals on this room block my eyes, so it would have been just before you brought me in here. I believe that was just over a week ago? It can be hard to keep track of the time in here.”

“Right, right. That’s…” Tsunade trails off, her hand pausing mid-dismissive wave. Suddenly, she leans forward, her body language displaying tense excitement. “Wait, that’s perfect. Good. Tell me what you remember about that meeting.”

Her intensity seems to catch Hinata off-guard, the heiress visibly growing nervous. Her stutter returns, her fingers fidgeting. “A-are you sure? We were discussing highly sensitive village secrets, I’m not sure we want them on record-”

“Has my security clearance been deactivated in the past five minutes?”

Hinata blushes in embarrassment. “N-no-”

“Then tell me what you remember about the meeting.” Tsunade’s hand slaps down on the middle of the table, which gives out a worrying crack. “Spare no detail.”

The dark haired woman swallows, taking a breath and finding her nerve. “As… As you wish. Very well. At 1500 hours I arrived at Testing Room OrangeBat12, as I had been instructed to do. As I was going in, I met… I… met…”

She pauses. This time it is not a case of nerves. A distant look crosses Hinata’s face, her lips pursing in confusion. Tsunade remains silent, but the camera catches her hand gripping the table, knuckles drawn tight.

“… It… It must have been Sakura…” The heiress eventually decides. “Yes, I met Sakura on the stairs, and we realised we’d been summoned for the same task.”

“[Bleep!] You couldn’t just [Bleep!] [Bleep!] could you?” There’s another crack from the table, and another harsh crack, though unintelligible interjection from off screen. “Yes, yes, I know Shizune… Never mind. Continue.”

Hinata shrinks back in her chair, biting her lip. “Is… s-something wrong with my…??

“I said continue!”

“… Very well. Sa-” She visibly hesitates, frowning again, before shaking her head and continuing. “M-my friend and I entered the testing room, where we met you, Lady Tsunade, and Miss Shizune, for… A-are you sure about this?”

“I’m sure.” The former Hokage nods.

“Alright.” Nodding, Hinata’s voice firms. “Then, we were there to discuss a new Jutsu discovered in Lord Jiraiya’s records that would assist infiltration operations.”

“Good.” Tsunade’s fingers steeple together, and she unconsciously leans forward. “You remember what that Jutsu does?”

Hinata shows no signs of hesitation or uncertainty here. “It allows for perfect duplication of a target – both physical and mental. Once used, a ninja would be able to perfectly mimic anyone they wanted, learning all of their secrets and being able to take their place at a moment’s notice.”

“Mm.” Tsunade’s fingers tap together. “More or less. So what happened next, after you discussed it?”

Gaining confidence now, Hinata continues to recite from memory. “Well, it was decided that Sakura was the best candidate to test the technique thanks to her perfect chakra control. She’d be trying to… copy me, because our personalities are quite… distinct.” She smiles at her little joke, before her expression slowly morphs into a frown. “That’s funny, I don’t remember…”

Tsunade’s fingers still. “Something wrong?”

“… No. No. I’m just… No, everything’s fine.” Hinata’s face flushes again as she tries to shake her head, her stutter returning. “A-anyway, I started- I mean, she started… Uh…”

“Yes?” The former Hokage is watching intently now.

“The… The jutsu… She… No, I…” Hinata’s frown grows deeper, her confusion intensifying. Something is clearly wrong now. “Wait, why… Why do I remember using the hand signs…?”

“Come on.” Tsunade’s whisper is only barely picked up by the camera.

“She… She… I performed the jutsu, and-!”

Bamf!

Hinata suddenly explodes into smoke, her shape and form changing as she suddenly realises the flaw in her recollection, and the jutsu she was under is forcibly dispelled. When the smoke clears, rather than the dark haired heiress of the Hyuuga clan, a familiar, pink haired Mednin instead sits in her place, a very similar expression on her face.

“Oh!” Sakura Haruno looks down at her newly revealed self, clearly disoriented by the sudden change. “Right. I’m not Hinata at all, am I?”

“No. No you’re not.” Tsunade laughs with relief, lifting a hand to ruffle her apprentice’s hair. “Finally. And it only took you a week. I think I need to start giving you remedial lessons, Sakura.”

Sakura giggles, embarrassed, but there is relief evident on her face. “I might take you up on that, Teacher. Wow, that was weird. I was completely convinced I was her.”

There’s mumbling from offscreen, to which both Mednin nod and smile.

“Shizune’s right,” Tsunade says. “It’s clearly a powerful Jutsu. Even when we explained the truth to you directly you couldn’t seem to acknowledge it. Definitely too potent to use for field work, even without the side effects.”

Now Sakura pauses. “Side effects? What- Oh, Hinata!” Her eyes widen. “Wait, what happened to her? I remember… Something?”

Tsunade shakes her head. “Synchronous jutsu application – which certainly wasn’t in Jiraiya’s notes, the old jackass. The instant you turned into her, she turned into you. If we hadn’t been there, we might not have even known you’d been switched at all. Hopefully now that you’ve broken it, she’s back to normal too – Shizune, can you go check?”

“Oh. Oh my.” The implications of this unexpected complication seem to bother Sakura almost as much as the state of her friend. In the background, the sound of the door opening and closing can be heard. “I hope she’s okay. And if the jutsu really works like that, there’s no end to the potential applications, even if it’s not ready for the field just yet…”

“Don’t think I don’t know it.” Tsunade groans as she leans back in her chair. “People are going to be very interested in this case. But for now, I’m just glad to have you back to being yourself. It was creepy, dealing with Hinata when she thought she was you.”

Sakura preens, still embarrassed, but happy to be reminded that her mentor cares about her. “Aw, Teacher, you’re so sweet. I hope you weren’t mean to her or anything.”

Tsunade snorts. “Don’t be getting ideas, kiddo. I’ve just invested a lot of time training you. Hate to see it wasted. And don’t worry, I wasn’t too bad. It was just… eerie. She knew things that only you should know. That jutsu’s much, much stronger than we expected.”

The former apprentice nods thoughtfully, looking down at her hands. “It’s strange to look back on it now. Hinata thinks so differently to me, and the way she sees the world – oh, wait, wow, it even copied her bloodline perfectly, that’s amazing.” She shakes her head at the possibilities. “I had no idea I was anyone else. Such a powerful technique – I wonder how Jiraiya came up with it.”

“Probably put it together based on some old scrolls or whatever that he found out in his wanderings.” Tsunade folds her arms, shaking her head. “The pervert must have travelled most of the world back in the day.”

Sakura is still focused on her hands, staring at them distractedly. “That would make sense – especially some of the unfamiliar seals we had to use. But. Hm. Teacher, I think we should prioritize developing a dispelling technique. Breaking it by proving I wasn’t who I thought I was worked, but it was rough on my system. I can still sense my chakra moving strangely.”

“That would be ideal…” Tsunade sounds concerned, leaning forward over the table again. “Is everything okay, Sakura?”

Sakura doesn’t look up, instead staring at her hands. Her expression steadily grows more alarmed. “Uh. T-Teacher, hold on. I don’t think it’s fully-!”

Bamf!

Sakura explodes into smoke for the second time, the burst of chakra completely obscuring her from sight. When it clears a moment later, all sign of the pink haired Mednin has vanished. Instead, Hinata once again sits in her place – though, this is not the same Hinata that was seen in earlier footage. Her pale kimono seems to have shrunk, revealing much more of her frame. It is also impossible to not notice that her chest seems to have doubled in size.

“Oooohhh…” ‘Hinata’ seems quite disorientated by the sudden change.

Tsunade surges to her feet, taking her mostly off camera. “Sakura!?”

“Huh?” The dark haired woman blinks up at her interrogator owlishly, before giggling. “No, silly~ I’m, like, Hinata, remember?” Her voice is uncharacteristically vapid. Her eyelids flutter. “Though, teehee, if you wanna call me Sakura, that’s fine too~”

The table explodes underneath Tsunade’s fist.

- [Tape Ends] –

- [Tape Begins] –

A bored looking Haruno Sakura drums her fingers on the surface of a hastily patched up table in a white interrogation room. It is unclear how much time has passed since her last interview.

Bamf!

Without warning, Sakura bursts into smoke, and a surprised looking Hinata jumps to her feet in her place. She quickly looks herself over, brow furrowing as she realises that she has just spent the past week believing herself to be someone else entirely, before her expression shifts into relief that the ordeal is over.

Bamf!

Then she bursts into smoke once again, only a few minutes after the first time. When the smoke clears, Hyuuga Hinata has vanished, replaced with Haruno Sakura. But this Sakura has a much dimmer expression on her face – her lips slack and parted, her eyes a touch glazed. Her clothing has shrunk, her top now exposing much more cleavage, coupled with an unmistakable level of growth in her chest, though not as much as ‘Hinata’ experienced in the previous tape. That said, because she is standing up the camera is able to get a good view of her hips, which have clearly experienced similar growth spurt. Indeed, ‘Sakura’s ass is now easily wide enough to rival ‘Hinata’s breasts.

“Huh. Like, what was I doing…?”

- [Tape Ends] –

- [Tape Begins] –

The footage returns to the green-saturated night vision view of the hospital corridor, where Senju Tsunade now paces once more. Her body language projects irritation and stress in far higher concentrations than last time.

“What the hell just happened?” She barks at Shizune, who shakes her head. “Have you ever seen anything like it? What was it, a recursive effect? If the jutsu breaks, it repairs itself?!”

“I… I guess?!” Lady Shizune doesn’t seem to be much calmer, even if she still refuses to pace with her master. “This is a first for me. There shouldn’t be enough chakra for it to reapply itself.”

“Obviously!” Tsunade runs a hand through her hair, before flicking it back and folding her arms. “But ‘reapply’ might be the wrong word. You noticed the changes.”

Shizune nods. “They were kind of hard to miss.”

”Damnit Jiraiya, what did you make?” The former Hokage groans, rubbing at her face. Then she pauses, eyes opening between the gaps in her fingers. “[Bleep!]. We need to check on Hinata.”

- [Tape Ends] –

- [Tape Begins] –

The camera returns to the white interrogation room. ‘Sakura’ has returned to her seat, chewing bubble gum and occasionally blowing bubbles. Where she acquired this gum is unclear.

She looks up as the door opens, popping the current bubble and drawing the gum in with a smack of her lips. “Oooh, like, hey Tsunade! Your tits are looking extra hot today, did you make ‘em bigger again?”

The door slams shut.

- [Tape Ends] –

- [Tape Begins] –

Footage returns to the hallway. Time seems to have passed. There is now an abundance of discarded, empty coffee cups littering the floor. Both Shizune and Tsunade are present, the former sat slumped in a fold-out chair, the other leaning against the wall across from her.

“… And every test I run says the same thing.” The tape catches the end of Shizune’s sentence. “Both of them have completely forgotten who they are again, and nothing I try can convince them of the truth.”

“We’re right back where we started.” Tsunade sighs. “Back to the beginning – except worse.”

“Mm.” Shizune nods, leafing through the papers on her clipboard. “The changes made to them in this ‘recursion’ are more than just physical. Mentally, both of them seem to be…”

“Morons.”

“… Cognitively challenged, I was going to say.” The younger woman gives her master a sheepish smile.

Tsunade shrugs. “No point in talking around the truth. They’ve both gotten dumber. And sluttier. Ugh, this is so typical of one of that idiot’s perverted techniques!”

Shizune blinks as she looks up at her. “You think this was a deliberate part of the jutsu’s design?”

The former Hokage frowns. “No. Yes? I don’t know. I wouldn’t put it past him, that’s for sure.”

“But… Why?”

“Hmph. Knowing him, it could be anything.” Tsunade shakes her head as she thinks. “A security measure, maybe? Turning the victims of this jutsu into bimbos when it breaks makes some degree of sense. It means they have less information to surrender to interrogation, and it would render an enemy combatant pretty much useless in the field. But it’s all incomplete without a way to shut the stupid thing down for good…”

“There was nothing in any of his files about something like that.” Shizune leafs through her papers again, morose. “Maybe he never got around to that part.”

“So it not only regenerates itself when it’s broken, but it makes them dumber so they’re less likely to break it.” Tsunade slams a fist against the wall, leaving cracks in it that spread all the way up into the ceiling. “Add in that idiot’s own perverted touches and it’s a total disaster.”

“I guess that sums it up.”

The two take a breath. More pages flip. Tsunade finishes another paper cup of coffee, tossing the refuse at an overflowing bin. “Right. That’s it. I’m breaking it myself.”

“What?” Shizune’s head shoots up, alarm clear on her face even in low resolution. “Wait, we both agreed on how dangerous manually disentangling the chakra weaves would be. You can’t just Kai them out of this one!”

“Watch me.” The former Hokage rolls up her sleeves, already stalking off down the hall.

A few moments later, Shizune helplessly follows.

- [Tape Ends] –

- [Tape Begins] –

“Oh hey there~” ‘Sakura’ is already sauntering towards the door as the tape starts, her hips swaying from side to side with every strut. “Like, are you gunna lemme out of here any time soon? Because there are, y’know, no hot studs or bitches to fuck down here, an’ I-”

A hand catches her by the head and forces her backwards, soon followed by the rest of Tsunade. “Let me stop you there. Settle down while I fix this, Hinata. Then maybe we will let you out of here after all.”

‘Sakura’ opens her mouth to protest, but before she can, bright light shines out from under the former Hokage’s palm. The Mother of all Mednin goes to work, chakra flaring as she injects herself into the jutsu’s matrix, dedicating herself to untangling this mess directly, with the kind of precision that only a master Mednin is capable of.

Shizune stands at the back, just barely in view, biting her lip. She monitors the operation with fretful concern, but never intervenes directly. Several times her eyes widen in fear, and it looks like she’s about to change that – but in the end, minutes pass, and her worry turns to wary concern, and then optimistic relief.

It is only when the light flares again, this time with an accompanying Bamf!, and the slutty Sakura vanishes back into the mortified Hinata, that she finally relaxes, however.

Tsunade retracts her hand with a slightly tired, but slightly smug as well, nod. “There. Finally. How do you feel, Hinata?”

“So much better.” The true heiress smiles and bows gratefully. “This has been a very strange week, but it’s good to be myself again. You have my most grateful thanks, Lady Shizune.”

The other two women pause, in the middle of sharing a satisfied look between themselves. Both look back to Hinata, Tsunade with a raised eyebrow, Shizune with a confused frown. “What did you call me?”

Hinata just blinks in modest confusion. “Lady Shizune? Is that not- Ah! Oh, I’m sorry.” Her cheeks take a gentle red blush, and she gestures to her face. “My eyes see through illusions easily. I didn’t even notice that you were pretending to be one another. Should I not have said anything?”

The two medics shared another confused look, and then…

Bamf!

- [Tape Ends] –

- [Tape Begins] –

A giggling, incredibly busty ‘Hinata’ is in the middle of groping her own chest when she disappears in a Bamf! of smoke, replaced with a pink haired Mednin who freezes in place, before pulling her hands out of her top.

Her mortification, however, is short lived. Seeing that she is alone in the room, she goes pale, before her eyes focus in on the camera recording her.

“Listen to me!” Sakura jumps to her feet, hands on the table in a panic, her eyes frantic. “I don’t know how long I’ve got. Me, the other me, the Hinata me, she’s heard them talking about this jutsu. She didn’t understand any of it, but I do – and they’re wrong. I can feel it in my chakra coils now that I know what to look for. This technique isn’t just recursive, it’s contagious!”

- [Tape Ends] –

- [Tape Begins] –

A confused trio of women stare at one another, uncertain and unsure. Lady Hinata Hyuuga near the middle of the room, bites her lip with nerves. Lady Shizune, standing just next to her, looks down at her own hands uncertainly. And by the door, Lady Senju Tsunade is frowning at the scene in front of her, her expression hazy, as though she’s just waking up from a dream.

For a moment, all is still, as all three process what has just happened. Then all three pairs of eyes widen as they realise what is about to occur – far too late to stop it.

Bamf!

As the smoke clears, now Haruno Sakura stands in the middle of the room, with an ass so big it likely won’t fit through the door, and an outfit so small it looks like little more than strings trying to constrain her enhanced figure. Her lips are thick and painted as pink as her hair, while her eyes are utterly vapid.

Next to her is unmistakably Senju Tsunade – though Senju Tsunade is not known normally for an outfit consisting of diamond nipple tassels and a green sarong. Nor are her curves known for being so large, an even hourglass with tits bigger than her head and a behind to match – not as big as ‘Sakura’ down below, but easily outstripping her up top. This is something she confirms first hand as she immediately falls on top of the pink haired woman, their lips meeting in a lusty kiss as they grope and explore one another’s bodies.

Over by the door, ‘Lady Shizune’ has already gotten out of her dark kimono, revealing she’s wearing nothing beneath, and is sliding down the wall, her hands busy stroking her clit and playing with her enlarged tits, every bit the equal of her ‘Master’s figure. It’s clear from the stupid smile on her face that all brains have taken leave from the room.

Next to her, the door to the room stands completely open.

The tape fades to black as an orgy begins in earnest

- [Tape Ends] –

- [Tape Begins] –

The real Sakura has gripped the camera, her alarmed face filling the frame. “Anyone exposed to someone else under the jutsu is going to be infected by it, and within minutes they’ll switch places with the first person they see. That- I think that’s already happened to…”

She trails off, unwilling or unable to finish the thought. Her green eyes flick towards the door for a moment.

When she continues, her voice is deadly serious. “If this escapes the facility, it could spread all over the world. No one will be who they think they are, and anyone who realises the truth will turn into a horny bimbo slut! Civilization itself could collapse.”

Her face has gone pale, and sweat beads on her brow. “I can feel it trying to reassert itself, stronger than ever. I think my brain is about to turn itself into paste. At least I’ll finally have bigger tits than Ino…”

She shakes her head, trying to regain focus. “No, this is serious. We can’t risk a full blown outbreak. Whoever’s hearing this, I’m counting on you. Before any of us escape, you have to-!”

Bamf!

- [Tape Ends] –

- [All footage recovered from the ruins of Konohagakure.] –