Story: Naruto - The Other Side of the Jutsu (Patreon)

The clone was already mewling.

I had her folded over the edge of my bed, her cheek pressed into the mattress and her spine arched so deep that the plush cheeks of her ass lifted like an offering. My hips snapped forward again, flesh meeting flesh with a wet, heavy clap that echoed through my empty apartment. She was the latest refinement of a technique I’d been perfecting since I was old enough to understand why the Sexy Jutsu made my blood run hot: long golden twin-tails tossed over her shoulders, each one tied with a little black ribbon I’d imagined just for the aesthetic; a waist so small my fingers could almost wrap around it; and hips that flared wide and indecent, built to be gripped while getting railed. Her tits were huge, soft, and so sensitive that every thrust made them sway beneath her like overripe fruit, nipples dragging against the sheets.

“N-Naruto…” she gasped, the voice breathy and artificial in that way I liked, exactly the pitch of a girl who couldn’t think past the cock splitting her open. “So deep… so big…”

I grinned, a little sweaty, a little shameless, and buried myself to the hilt again. She wasn’t real. That was the trick. She was chakra and suggestion, a perfect masturbation toy that looked up at me with glazed blue eyes and begged for more. I’d spent years making each version better: heavier tits, rounder ass, pussy lips plumper and tighter, the kind that gripped like a vice and fluttered when she came. Fucking them had become my favorite way to blow off steam after a long day of Hokage paperwork. Easier than dating. Cleaner than a brothel. And when I was done, I just dispelled her, leaving nothing behind but the smell of sex and a warm, satisfied ache in my balls.

I leaned over her back, grabbed two fistfuls of that perfect pillowy ass, and started to really pound her. The bedframe rattled against the wall. Her twin-tails bounced and slapped her shoulders. My cock, slick with her artificial arousal, drove in and out with a rhythmic, lewd squelch that made my stomach tighten. Every thrust squeezed her insides, and I could feel her cunt fluttering around me, milking me even though she was just a construct. God, I’d made her good. I’d made her desperate.

“Take it,” I grunted, more to myself than to her. “Take every inch, you sexy little thing.”

She shuddered and creamed around me, her plump pussy lips clamping down, shining white and slick where they stretched around my shaft. I watched, mesmerized, as my cock pulled back and those puffy lips clung to me, glistening, before I slammed back in and they disappeared around me again. The sight always did it for me. My hips stuttered. My sack tightened. With a low groan I emptied into her, pulse after pulse, filling the clone’s tight heat while she squealed and spasmed beneath me.

I stayed there for a moment, breathing hard, my forehead resting against the sweaty small of her back. Her body was warm. Her insides kept fluttering around my softening length, little aftershocks that felt almost grateful. I chuckled, exhausted and pleased, and pulled out with a wet, filthy sound. A trickle of my release leaked down her thigh.

“Good girl,” I muttered, patting her ass. “That was—”

She rolled her head to the side. Those glassy blue eyes fixed on mine, and for a second the usual vacant lust in them looked almost present, almost real. Her lips parted. Her voice came out soft and dreamy, like she was drunk on the afterglow.

“You… you have no idea,” she murmured. “How full it feels. How stretched. Every thrust… it lights up things you don’t have. I can feel you throbbing inside me. I can feel my hips spreading… my tits bouncing… my clit rubbing with every slap…” She shivered, smiling faintly. “It’s incredible, Naruto. Being the one who gets fucked…”

I blinked.

The words shouldn’t have hit me the way they did. She was just a clone. A bundle of chakra with a pussy I’d designed to please me. But something about the way she said it—so soft, so sincere, like she was offering me a secret—made my already flushed skin burn hotter.

I dispelled her with a faint hand seal before she could say anything else. She vanished in a puff of smoke, leaving the bed warm and my cock still half-hard, wet against my thigh.

I stood there naked in my quiet apartment, heart thumping a little too fast.

How full it feels.

Things you don’t have.

I looked down at myself: my flat chest, my narrow hips, my spent cock hanging soft between my legs. I’d been fucking those clones for years, and I’d never once wondered what the other side felt like. I’d always assumed it was just a nice tight hole, a way to get off. But what if it was more? What if those huge tits actually felt heavy? What if that tight, plump pussy felt every ridge and vein of my cock in a way I couldn’t imagine?

Curiosity uncurled in my stomach, hot and shameless.

I was a grown man. I could handle a little experiment. It wasn’t even weird, technically—it was just me, exploring my own jutsu. Right?

I grinned, already feeling that familiar mischievous warmth spread through my chest. My hands came together in a seal.

“Sexy Jutsu.”

The transformation rushed over me like warm water poured down my spine. I gasped as my center of gravity shifted, as weight sprouted on my chest and my hips widened beneath my own hands. Long blonde hair spilled over my shoulders—not my usual short mess, but thick, silky twin-tails that tied themselves with black ribbons at the crown and bounced heavily against my back. My waist pinched inward, my ass plumped out, and my thighs softened, spreading slightly because of the new width of my hips.

And between them…

“Oh,” I breathed, and the voice that came out was high, musical, breathy. “Oh, shit.”

I stumbled a step and immediately felt the difference. My chest was heavy. Two massive, soft breasts hung from me, pale and full, nipples pink and already tight. They swayed with every breath, the skin tender and sensitive enough that the brush of air over them made me shiver. I cupped one experimentally, and the jolt of pleasure that shot through me was so sudden and intense that my knees nearly buckled.

But it was nothing compared to what was happening between my legs.

My cock was gone. In its place was a tight, virgin-plump pussy, already slick and swollen with the residual arousal from fucking the clone. The lips were thick and puffy, pressed together in a soft little seam that felt obscene just existing. Every shift of my thighs made them kiss together, spreading wetness, and the empty heat inside me was so distracting I had to brace myself against the bedpost.

“Okay,” I whispered, twin-tails brushing my bare shoulders. “Okay, that’s… that’s a lot.”

I looked down again, taking in the image: the huge tits, the narrow waist, the wide hips, the smooth mound with its plump, glistening lips. I looked like one of my clones, only more real, more sensitive, more desperate. My new body was already aching, already empty, already craving something thick and hard to fill it.

I needed a partner.

Not a girl this time. I needed someone who could actually fuck me. Someone with a cock.

The answer was obvious. I formed the seal with trembling fingers and channeled chakra into a single shadow clone—but not a sexy one. A male clone. My male clone. The original me.

Smoke burst in the corner of the room. When it cleared, he stood there naked, every inch the body I saw in the mirror every morning: lean muscle, tanned skin, sharp jaw, and between his legs a cock already thick and hard, flushed dark and leaking at the tip. He looked exactly like me. Same whisker marks. Same blue eyes.

But the expression on his face was not mine.

He stared at me—at the transformed me, bent slightly over the bedpost with my twin-tails hanging down, my heavy tits heaving, my thighs slick and parted—and something in his gaze changed. Something hungry and dominant snapped into place. His eyes darkened. His cock twitched, a bead of precum sliding down the swollen head.

“Hey,” I started, my new voice coming out higher and shakier than I intended. “So, this is just an experiment, okay? I want to know what it feels like from the other side. Just be careful, and—”

He moved.

I barely had time to gasp before he was on me. His hand clamped around both of my wrists and yanked them behind my back, pinning them at the small of my spine with a grip so firm my bones creaked. With his other hand he grabbed one of my twin-tails near the scalp and pulled, hard enough to force my head back, to arch my spine and thrust my heavy tits forward.

“Wait,” I gasped, struggling. “Wait, I said—”

He didn’t ask.

He didn’t explain.

He spun me around and shoved me face-down onto the bed. My huge breasts mashed against the mattress, soft flesh spilling out to the sides, nipples aching from the pressure. I tried to push up, but he threw his weight onto me, crushing me into the sheets, and wrenched my arms higher behind my back so I couldn’t form a single hand seal. My wrists burned. I tried to summon chakra to dispel him, but with my hands pinned and sealed together, the technique wouldn’t come.

“Let go!” I cried, my new voice thin and breathless. “This isn’t what I wanted—!”

His laugh was low, familiar, and cruel in a way I’d never laughed in my life. “Isn’t it?” he murmured against my ear, his rough stubble scraping my tender neck. “You built this body to get fucked, Naruto. Every inch of it screams breed me. You made the tits too big. The hips too wide. The pussy too plump and tight.” His free hand slid down my side, over the flare of my hip, and cupped between my legs. “And you’re dripping.”

I whimpered. He was right. My new pussy was soaked, hot, throbbing against his palm. I could feel my own arousal slicking my inner thighs, embarrassing and undeniable.

“No,” I panted, even as my hips betrayed me with a tiny rock against his hand. “I just wanted to feel it, not—”

“You wanted to know what it’s like to be the bitch,” he interrupted. “So I’m going to show you.”

He grabbed my thighs and wrenched them apart, spreading me wide until my plump pussy lips parted just enough to let cool air kiss the wet entrance. I felt utterly exposed, my most vulnerable place on display. My clit was swollen and aching, peeking from its hood. My hole fluttered, clenching on nothing, needing something.

Then I felt it.

The heavy, blunt head of his cock pressed against my slit. He dragged it up and down, smearing his precum through my folds, over my clit, back down to my fluttering entrance. The sensation made me see stars. Every ridge of him rubbed nerves I didn’t know I had, and the heat of his shaft against my plump lips was so intense I bit the sheets to keep from moaning.

“Look at this pretty little pussy,” he growled, his voice dripping with mockery. “You made it so fucking perfect, didn’t you? Fat lips. Tight hole. Clinging to cock like it was born for it.”

“It’s just a jutsu,” I gasped, though the words sounded weak even to me. “It’s not—”

“It’s you now.”

And then he thrust.

The stretch was unreal. My virgin-plump pussy had never been opened, and he forced every thick inch into me in one brutal, unrelenting push. My mouth opened in a silent scream before a high, broken cry tore out of my throat. He was big—my own cock, exactly the size I’d always been proud of—and now it was splitting me open, stretching my tight walls around its girth until I felt impossibly full.

I looked down between my legs, desperate and horrified, and saw my puffy pussy lips clinging white and shiny around his shaft, stretched so tight they looked like they might tear. They hugged every vein, glistening with my arousal, and when he pulled back just an inch, the pink inner skin clung to him before he drove back in and those plump lips vanished around his base.

“Oh god,” I whimpered. “Oh god, oh god—”

“God isn’t here,” he grunted, tightening his grip on my wrists. “Just me. And this tight little cunny that won’t stop sucking me deeper.”

He started to fuck me.

Not slow. Not careful. Not the experiment I’d imagined.

He railed me.

Each thrust slammed his hips against my plush ass with a wet, meaty clap. My heavy tits swung beneath me, slapping together with every impact, the soft flesh rippling and bouncing wildly. My twin-tails whipped across my back as he kept one fist wound tight in them, using them like a leash to arch my spine and angle my hips so he could drive even deeper. My wrists were locked behind me, useless, the release seals impossible to form while he crushed them together.

“Stop,” I moaned, but it didn’t sound like a protest anymore. It sounded like begging.

“Make me,” he laughed, and fucked me harder.

The friction was insane. His cock dragged against the front wall of my pussy with every stroke, rubbing some spot inside me that made my vision go white. My G-spot, I realized dimly, though I could barely think past the wet, slapping rhythm of being taken. Every withdrawal left my pussy lips gaping and dripping before he forced them open again, plunging back into the slick heat. The sounds were filthy: the wet squelch of my pussy, the slap of skin, the creak of the bedframe, my own high whimpers mixing with his low grunts.

His free hand slid under me and grabbed one of my swaying breasts, fingers sinking into the soft, heavy flesh. He squeezed cruelly, rolling the nipple between his thumb and finger until I gasped and writhed.

“These tits,” he said, his voice thick with lust and mockery. “You made them so big and soft just so they could bounce while you got railed, didn’t you? Look at them. Jiggling like a whore’s.”

“I didn’t—” I gasped, but he thrust deep and the denial turned into a wail.

“You did,” he insisted, pounding me harder. “You spent years perfecting the body you wanted to fuck. And now you’re inside it. No cock. No strength. Just a pair of fat tits and a wet little hole.”

His words should have made me furious. They did make me furious. But beneath the fury was something hotter, something helpless and overwhelming. My nice-guy mind, the part of me that helped old ladies cross the street and protected the village, was screaming that this was wrong, that I should stop it, that this wasn’t me.

But my body—the soft, curvy, female body I’d made for myself—was loving it.

My hips started to push back into his thrusts without my permission. My pussy kept clenching around him, sucking him deeper, milking him. I could feel my arousal soaking my thighs, soaking the sheets, making every stroke slicker and louder. The pleasure built like a wave I couldn’t outrun, pressure coiling low in my belly where my cock used to be, tightening around that spot he hit again and again.

“You’re getting close,” he taunted, leaning down to bite my earlobe. “Aren’t you, sexy jutsu bitch? You’re gonna cum on your own cock. You’re gonna scream like a girl while I fill this tight pussy up.”

“Shut up,” I moaned, my face burning. “Shut up, shut up—”

“Say it. Say you love being fucked like this.”

“No—”

He twisted my twin-tail and slammed into me so deep I felt his hips grind against my ass. “Say it.”

“I—” My voice broke. The pressure snapped.

The orgasm that tore through my female body was unlike anything I’d ever felt. There was no build of heat in my cock, no pulse of release from my balls. Instead, the pleasure detonated inside me, deep in my pussy, radiating outward in shuddering waves that made my toes curl and my back bow. My walls clamped down on his cock so hard I felt every throb of him, and then I was squirting, hot arousal gushing around his invading shaft, soaking his balls and my thighs in a messy, humiliating flood.

My tits bounced wildly, unrestrained, the heavy swells of flesh swinging with every spasm. I cried out in my high, broken voice, not caring how loud I was, not caring if the neighbors heard. The clone didn’t slow. If anything, he fucked me harder through the climax, using my convulsing pussy to milk himself, grinding against that sensitive spot until my orgasm stretched and twisted into something almost painful in its intensity.

“Good girl,” he growled. “Cum for me. Cum like the desperate little slut you built yourself to be.”

I shook my head, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes from the sheer overstimulation, but no words came out. Just moans.

He pulled out suddenly, and I felt the obscene wet sound of my pussy gaping open, dripping, before he flipped me onto my back. My wrists were still pinned, now trapped beneath me against the mattress, my heavy breasts heaving upward with every desperate breath. He climbed over me, thighs forcing mine even wider, and I looked down to see my plump pussy lips swollen and shiny, fluttering around the pink entrance that kept clenching on nothing.

“Look at that,” he said, his cock bobbing thick and slick above my mound. “You’re still hungry. Still open. Still begging for it.”

“I’m not—”

He shoved back inside.

The new angle was even worse. Deeper. More direct. His cockhead dragged across my G-spot with every stroke, and the weight of his body pressed down on my sensitive tits, crushing them between us. My twin-tails were trapped under my shoulders, pulled tight so I couldn’t turn my head away from him. He leaned down, his face inches from mine—my own face, smirking with a dominance I’d never worn—and kissed me roughly, his tongue forcing into my mouth.

I tasted sweat and arousal, mine and his, indistinguishable. It was intoxicating. It was horrifying.

“This is what you are now,” he breathed against my lips. “No Hokage. No hero. Just a busty little fucktoy with a pussy that won’t stop creaming.”

“Fuck you,” I managed, but my hips rolled up to meet his next thrust.

“No, Naruto.” He grinned, wicked and hot. “I’m fucking you.”

He drove into me again and again, using my body with complete ownership. My legs were spread wide, my ankles hooking over his shoulders as he folded me in half. My pussy made desperate, wet sounds with every penetration, the plump lips slurping around his cock, clinging to him when he pulled back, swallowing him when he plunged forward. My clit throbbed, rubbed raw by the base of his shaft, and the pressure in my belly started building again almost immediately.

I came a second time with his name—my name?—torn from my lips in a shameful wail. My back arched off the bed, my tits straining upward, nipples so hard they ached. My pussy clamped and fluttered around him, milking, desperate, and I felt him swell even thicker inside me.

“You’re milking my cock,” he groaned, his grip on my wrists bruising. “Fuck, you want it so bad. You want me to fill this pretty pussy up, don’t you?”

“No,” I gasped, but my body was already rocking through another aftershock, my walls refusing to let him go.

“Liar.”

He buried himself to the hilt and stayed there, grinding hard. I felt the first hot spurt deep inside me, painting my walls, flooding me. It was so warm, so much, and the feeling of being filled with seed sent me spiraling into a third orgasm before the second had even finished. My pussy spasmed wildly, sucking his release deeper, and I felt it overflow, thick and messy, leaking out around his shaft and down the crease of my ass.

He didn’t pull out.

He started moving again, slow and brutal, fucking his own cum back into me. My pussy was a slick, creampied ruin now, plump lips shining white and pink, every thrust making obscene wet noises. My mind was fracturing, the nice-guy Naruto shrinking under the onslaught of sensation, replaced by something gasping and broken and needy.

“Please,” I whimpered, not even sure what I was begging for anymore. “Please, I can’t—”

“You can,” he growled. “You will. We’re just getting started, sexy jutsu bitch. This body has years of fantasies to catch up on.”

He yanked me up by the twin-tails, forcing me onto my knees, my face pressed into the mattress and my ass lifted high. My wrists were still trapped behind my back, my tits squashed against the sheets, my used pussy exposed and dripping. He mounted me again from behind, sliding into the mess he’d made with one long, easy thrust, and the renewed stretch made me keen into the pillows.

My body shook as a fourth climax began to build, inevitable and terrifying, and somewhere beneath the pleasure I heard him laugh.

“You wanted to know how it felt,” he murmured, gripping my hips hard enough to bruise. “Now you’re going to feel it until you can’t remember ever being anything else.”

The wet slap of flesh filled the room again, relentless, unstoppable, and I could only arch beneath him and take it.