Turning the Goddess Inside Out

(Note: This story is part of an ongoing series of Naruto stories)
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Next Story (Chapter 109): To Be Continued…

 

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“Kaguya, come on!” Himawari called out to the ivory skinned goddess as they moved out onto the beach. The sun was high in the air now, beating down onto Kaguya as she ran after the girl, her naked body practically gleaming in the bright sun. She’d spent the entire night “entertaining” the dark haired girl, enduring one demeaning humiliation after another.

 

At one point, Himawari was riding her like she was some kind of horse, even making her whinny like the beast while she toyed with her pussy! She couldn’t defy her though, or her master wouldn’t fuck her again! Kaguya mentally cursed the Kami Chinpo, but she couldn’t defy it, no matter how much she might have wanted.

 

Even now, her pussy ACHED for Boruto’s dick! She fully understood the power of addiction now. But no amount of resistance would ebb the longing, nor could she be satisfied with fewer and fewer “doses”. What made the technique so insidiously powerful, was how it rewrote the victims core chakra, forever enslaving the woman to the user. There was no reversing it. Even with all her knowledge of every kind of jutsu, she knew of none that could do that.

 

Still, the fate wasn’t so terrible, so long as her master gave her what she needed regularly. Kaguya knew of far, FAR worse fates than just being a slave to pleasure. Such as the fate she had escaped when she found herself here. Just remembering that terrible place made her current situation seem heavenly in comparison. And if it meant avoiding going back to that place, she would endure even greater humiliation!

 

Her Master, Boruto, had yet to return from his mission of gathering other shinobi stranded on this island by the festival. Though he hadn’t returned as soon as she’d hoped, Kaguya could sense that he was fine. The effort was exhausting, but she could sense him on the far side of the island right now. Extending her vision that far was impossible though, as the odd chakra behind the Festival prevented it.

 

So for the time being, she was with her master’s little sister, Himawari-Hime.

 

She followed the girl out onto the beach, her enlarged breasts bouncing and jiggling with every step. The sand felt hot beneath her feet, but once she entered the water it was far more tolerable. The younger girl frolicked and splashed about playfully in the water, giggling happily. Kaguya shielded herself as best she could, but was quickly soaked.

 

“Himawari-Hime, I thought you wanted to test the jutsu I taught you.” Kaguya said.

 

It was the entire reason they’d come out here to the beach. The previous night, Himawari-Hime asked her about an injutsu that it seemed was lost to time. Kaguya knelt in the surf, water lapping at her shins, and folded her hands in her lap like a supplicant.

 

“The Futanari no Jutsu,” she began, voice low so no one might overhear her. “One of the most powerful injutsu for any kunoichi. It reshapes the caster’s vagina into a temporary phallus, fully functional, sensitive, and capable of ejaculation and impregnation. Clans whose male populace was decimated in war used it to replenish their numbers. The size created is controlled by the user’s imagination and chakra reserves.”

 

She traced a slow circle in the wet sand. “Three hand seals: Monkey → Horse → Dragon. Then a single pulse of chakra into the sacral gate. You must imagine the shape, length, and girth of the penis in your mind while doing so. The cock usually forms in under two seconds; it will throb with the caster’s heartbeat and leak pre-cum laced with their own scent. At first, when you climax, the jutsu collapses and the organ retracts, leaving only a pleasant ache. Only those who have mastered their control can maintain it after ejaculation.” she explained in clinical detail.

 

Kaguya’s third eye fluttered. “You must maintain perfect focus, Himawari-Hime, or the shape will warp—too small, too large, or worse, knotted like a beast’s.”

 

The girl’s grin sharpened. She stood, legs apart, toes digging into the sand. “Monkey…” her small hands flashed. “Horse…” she switched signs flawlessly, “Dragon…!”

 

There was a soft pop of displaced air. Blue-white chakra flared around her hips, condensing into a single, thick column of light. When it faded, a proud, veiny cock jutted from between her legs, easily nine inches, flushed pink, the head already glistening. A near perfect replica of Boruto’s, only smaller, so much smaller…

 

Himawari wrapped her fingers around the shaft and gave an experimental stroke. Her knees buckled; a bead of pre-cum pearled at the slit and dripped in a long, silver thread. “Ahhhhn… It’s hot,” she breathed, voice cracking into a giggle. “And it kind of tickles inside!”

 

Kaguya’s pupils dilated. The scent of Himawari’s new dick, that unmistakable Uzumaki scent, hit her like a genjutsu. Her own pussy clenched hard enough to ache! She clenched her thighs in a vain attempt to dull that ache.

 

“Flawless,” the goddess whispered, crawling forward on all fours. “Not a single flaw in the shape. You truly are your father’s daughter.”

 

Himawari’s new cock twitched, slapping wetly against her belly. She looked down at the kneeling Otsutsuki, then at the sudden crowd of onlookers they had drawn, and her grin turned positively feral.

 

“Open wide, Kaguya-chan. Time for your morning protein.” she said, still grinning, her teeth gleaming in the sun.

 

Kaguya crawled closer, lips parted, tongue already sliding out to taste the bead of pre-cum trembling on Himawari’s tip. She was just inches away, breath ghosting over the flushed head, when Himawari’s small hand pressed against her forehead and pushed her back.

 

“Wait,” the girl chirped, eyes gleaming with wicked delight. “It should be bigger. Hanabi Onee-chan said daddy’s dick is HUGE!”

 

She stepped back, planted her feet wide, and flashed the seals again: Monkey → Horse → Dragon. This time the chakra surge was a roar. Blue-white light exploded around her hips, swirling into a vortex that sucked sand into the air.

 

The cock grew.

 

It thickened first, veins bulging like cables, then lengthened, foot after foot, until it towered over Himawari’s head! The final length was obscene: nearly four feet of rigid, throbbing meat, as thick as Kaguya’s thigh, the head a swollen, angry pink. It bobbed heavily, slapping against Himawari’s torso with a wet thwack that echoed across the beach. Pre-cum poured from the slit in a thick, creamy rope, running down the length and dripping off her melon sized balls, splattering the sand in glistening puddles. The scent hit Kaguya like a physical blow: raw, musky, Uzumaki-sweet, laced with the ozone tang of raw chakra. Kaguya swayed, eyes glazing, a low whine escaping her throat as her pussy clenched so hard she squirted a clear arc into the surf.

 

“Now,” Himawari said, voice breathy with effort, “suck.”

 

Kaguya lunged. She wrapped both arms around the base and dragged her tongue up the underside in one long, worshipful lick from base to tip. The taste exploded across her senses: salt, honey, and something divine. She opened wide, jaws aching, and took the head into her mouth. It stretched her lips into a perfect O, the ridge popping past her teeth with a lewd wet sound. Her drool ran down her chin down in rivers, dripping like a faucet.

 

Himawari moaned, hips jerking. The cock pulsed, forcing another gush of pre-cum straight down Kaguya’s throat. The goddess swallowed greedily, throat working, but most of it overflowed, cascading over her huge tits in sticky sheets. She bobbed frantically, cheeks hollowing, one hand pumping what little of the shaft she could reach while the other plunged between her own legs to rub her clit in frantic circles.

 

“MMMPH~!” she moaned in utter bliss, lips slurping at the impossibly thick length, “MMH~!” she moaned before choking on the girl’s thick man-meat with a GLRK sound. She began moving with her entire body now, rocking herself back and forth, sucking, gagging, slurping, her lips pulling away from her face erotically whenever she drew back. It wasn’t long before Himawari began moving as well, gently fucking the fallen goddesses mouth-cunt.

 

Around them, the crowd had gone feral. Phones flashed. A woman nearby came just from watching, her partner still buried inside her. Someone shouted, “Film the close-up!” as Kaguya’s throat bulged visibly with every thrust of Himawari’s hips.

 

The girl threaded her fingers through Kaguya’s hair, gripping her horns like reins. “Deeper, pet. I wanna feel the bottom of your stomach!”

 

Kaguya obeyed, relaxing her throat until her nose pressed against the base of the shaft, black pubic hairs that had grown in with it tickling her nostrils. The girth lodged in her esophagus, cutting off her air. Black spots danced in her vision, but the lack of oxygen only sharpened the pleasure. She came hard, untouched now, pussy spasming as she humped the air, juices splattering the sand in rhythmic bursts.

 

Himawari’s balls swelled impossibly larger, becoming as big as watermelons, “Gonna, nngh…! Gonna cum!”

 

The first jet was a firehose. Thick, hot ropes blasted straight into Kaguya’s stomach, filling her so fast her belly distended visibly. She tried pulling back, but Himawari held her in place, shooting load after load of thick, syrupy cum directly into her gut! Kaguya felt full, like she’d overindulged in a meal. Himawari then let go of her horns, pulling her cock free and painting her face, horns, and tits in endless pulses of pearly white as the last of her cum drained from her balls. When it finally tapered, Kaguya collapsed backward, cum-drunk and trembling, a puddle of seed and her own juices pooling beneath her.

 

Himawari’s cock shrank, deflating like a balloon with the air slowly being let out. Then, with a soft ‘pop’, and a puff of smoke, vanished completely, leaving only her original vagina behind. She flopped onto the sand in front of the goddess, panting, then reached out and poked Kaguya’s cum-smeared cheek.

 

“Round two after lunch,” she declared. “I wanna use your pussy next time.”

 

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The vendor’s cart was a riot of colors: skewers of glistening octopus, chilled ramen bowls floating in ice, and skewers of honey-glazed dango dripping syrup. Himawari skipped ahead, still naked, and the Futanari no Jutsu long dissolved but her skin glowing with post-orgasm flush. She had Kaguya follow close behind as they reached the front of the line.

 

“Two octopus, extra sauce, and a mango smoothie!” she chirped. The vendor, a tanned woman with a tramp-stamp of a symbol like the one currently tattooed above Kaguya’s pussy, winked and handed over the goods without batting an eye at the cum still drying in glossy streaks across Kaguya’s breasts. She had the goddess pay using the infinite credit people who had returned had here.

 

Kaguya followed on wobbly legs, tray balanced precariously. Every step sent a fresh pulse of need through her core. ‘Four feet,’ she thought, then, ‘No, don’t think about it.’ But the image was burned in: Himawari’s perfect, monstrous cock, the way it had throbbed against her tongue, the scent that had short-circuited her brain.

 

And if a girl not even a genin yet could manifest that…

 

Boruto’s is bigger.

 

The thought hit like a bolt of lightning to the clit. She remembered the real thing: Thicker than her thigh, veins like lightning, the throbbing energy of his chakra fucking her very soul. It had ruined her, split her open, branded her chakra pathways until every breath begged for another dose like a drug.

 

Her tray clattered. A skewer rolled into the sand. Kaguya didn’t notice. Her hand was already between her thighs, fingers plunging into slick heat with a wet SCHLICK. She leaned against a nearby railing that divided the beach from the boardwalk, knees buckling, moaning Boruto’s name under her breath as she fucked herself in broad daylight.

 

Himawari turned, smoothie straw between her lips, and burst out laughing. “Seriously? We’re literally eating.” She glanced around, the vendor was already filming, a line forming for the “Bitches Gone Wild” show as one man called it, then grabbed Kaguya by the wrist.

 

“C’mere, you needy bunny.” She dragged the Otsutsuki to a low driftwood table, shoved her onto her back, and hopped up after. Straddling Kaguya’s face, Himawari planted her knees on either side of the goddess’s horns and lowered her smooth, hairless pussy onto waiting lips.

 

“Lick,” she ordered, popping a piece of octopus into her mouth. “Distraction and dessert.”

 

Kaguya’s tongue dove in instantly! Long, desperate strokes from entrance to clit, lapping like a woman dying of thirst. Himawari sighed in pleasure, hips rolling lazily, sauce dripping from her skewer onto Kaguya’s forehead. The goddess didn’t care. The taste, sun-warmed salt, faint mango from the smoothie, Himawari, was a pale substitute, but it was something. She sucked the girl’s clit like a nipple, fingers still buried in her own cunt, chasing the ghost of Boruto’s cock with every flick and thrust.

 

Around them, phones rose again. Someone shouted, “Zoom on the horns!” Himawari just grinned, striking a pose for one person with their phone out, and ground down harder.

 

“Faster, pet. If you make me cum before I finish this smoothie, I’ll let you hump my leg ‘til Boru-nii gets back.”

 

Kaguya’s tongue swirled shamelessly, tracing every fold of Himawari’s slick pussy with the precision of a master calligrapher. She lapped at the girl’s clit in tight, frantic circles, then plunged deep inside, curling to stroke the sensitive walls. The taste, sweet, tangy, alive, flooded her senses, but it wasn’t enough. Never enough. Not when Boruto’s cock haunted her like a phantom limb.

 

Himawari’s moans rose, high and breathy, echoing over the crash of waves. “Nngh, right there, bunny, fuck…” Her small hands clamped onto Kaguya’s horns, yanking hard to grind her pussy flush against the goddess’s face. The horns dug into her palms like handlebars, steering Kaguya’s mouth exactly where she wanted. Drool and love juices smeared across Kaguya’s cheeks, dripping off her chin in sticky strings.

 

The humiliation burned. Her, a Shinobi Goddess, reduced to a beachside toy, face-fucked in front of leering strangers while her own cunt clenched around nothing. Phones flashed. Someone catcalled, “Make her squeal, girl!” But the shame only sharpened the ache. ‘If I disobey…’ The thought of Boruto withholding that monstrous, godly dick, no. She couldn’t survive it. She wouldn’t.

 

Kaguya redoubled her efforts, sucking Himawari’s clit hard enough to make the girl’s thighs quake. Two fingers joined her tongue, scissoring inside tight heat, thumb rubbing the swollen nub in ruthless circles. Himawari’s hips bucked wildly, horns creaking in her grip.

 

“Yes, yes, ahhh, I’m gonna…!” moaned Himawari.

 

The girl came with a sharp cry, pussy gushing in a hot, forceful spray that drenched Kaguya’s face from forehead to throat. The goddess gulped it down, eyes rolling back, her own orgasm crashing through her untouched, just from the taste, the smell, the degradation.

 

Himawari sagged, panting, then slid off Kaguya’s face with a wet shlicking noise. She licked a stray drop of her own cum from her thumb and grinned down at the trembling Otsutsuki.

 

Kaguya’s voice cracked, raw and desperate. “H-Himawari-Hime… please. The jutsu again. Bigger. Fuck me. I need it, need something, huge, until Master returns. I’ll beg, I’ll crawl, I’ll…”

 

She was already on her knees in the sand, forehead pressed to Himawari’s feet, ass high and dripping. “Please. Stretch me. Ruin me. Just FILL MY HOOOOOLE!” she begged, open desperation in her voice.

 

Himawari threw her head back and laughed, the sound bright and cruel against the crash of waves. “Hear that, everyone? The Rabbit Goddess is begging!” She spun on her heel, hands on her hips, addressing the growing ring of onlookers, phones raised, eyes hungry. “Get your phones ready, everyone. You all have front-row seats to a divine wrecking.”

 

She flashed the seals again, Monkey → Horse → Dragon, with theatrical flair. Chakra detonated in a spiral of blue-white fire. The cock erupted from her pelvis, surging to the same monstrous four feet, thick as Kaguya’s thigh, veins pulsing like live wires. Pre-cum already drooled from the slit in a steady stream, splattering the sand in thick, pearly ropes. The scent hit the crowd like a drug; a woman in the front row moaned and dropped to her knees, fingers plunging into her own cunt.

 

“AHH FUCK, I’M SO HOOORRNYYYYY!!!” she wailed before three men began fucking her in every hole.

 

Himawari gripped the base, her hands seemingly tiny against the massive rod of flesh and slapped the shaft against Kaguya’s upturned ass. The impact made a wet thwack and sent ripples across her cream colored bottom.

 

“All fours, bunny. Ass high.” she ordered.

 

Kaguya scrambled to obey, knees sinking into the sand, back arched, pussy pink, gaping, and glistening. The position left her utterly exposed: swollen lips parted, clit throbbing, a thin trail of her own juices dripping down her thighs. Himawari lined up the bloated head and rammed it inside! Her cock sank into Kaguya with a wet squishing noise that was completely lost in the deep, throaty moan she unleashed.

 

The first thrust punched the air from Kaguya’s lungs. “SO BHIIIIG!!! IT’S IN MY WOMB!!!” she screamed, voice cracking into a sob as the cock speared straight through her cervix. Her belly bulged visibly, the outline of the shaft pressing up beneath her skin stretching her belly. Sand sprayed from her clenched fists.

 

Himawari didn’t pause. She seized Kaguya’s horns again, yanking the goddess’s head back until her throat was a taut line, and pounded. PLAP PLAP PLAP! Each slam drove the cock deeper, the head kissing the back of her womb with brutal precision. Kaguya’s tits swung wildly, nipples dragging trenches in the sand.

 

“Hnngh, fuck, your cunt’s sucking me in!” Himawari gritted, hips snapping faster. Her small body shouldn’t have had the leverage, but chakra flared around her thighs, letting her hammer like a jackhammer. “Take it! You horny bunny slut! Take every inch!”

 

“YES!!! RUIN ME!! VIOLATE MY GODDESS WOMB!” Kaguya wailed, drool flying. Her pussy clenched spasmodically, squirting in rhythmic arcs that soaked Himawari’s legs and the sand beneath. The bulge in her belly moved in sync with every thrust, distorting her silhouette into something obscene.

 

The crowd roared. “DEEPER!” someone yelled. Phones zoomed in on Kaguya’s stretched hole, the way it gripped the retreating shaft before being filled again.

 

Himawari’s rhythm turned savage. She released one horn to slap Kaguya’s ass with a loud SMACK! The goddess shattered, screaming Boruto’s name as her orgasm ripped through her. Her cunt clamped down so hard Himawari hissed, buried to the root, the cock pulsing like a heartbeat inside the ruined goddess.

 

“Ahhhhn, yeah, gonna fill you uuuup…” Himawari moaned, and exploded.

 

The first jet was a torrent, flooding Kaguya’s womb mercilessly. Cum jetted out around the seal of their joining, splattering the sand in thick ropes. Himawari kept thrusting through it, milking every pulse, until Kaguya’s eyes rolled white and she collapsed face-first, cunt still impaled, twitching with aftershocks.

 

Himawari finally pulled out with a rude sucking noise. A waterfall of white gushed from Kaguya’s gaping cunt, pooling beneath her like a puddle of melted pearl. The girl patted the goddess’s cum-streaked ass cheek.

 

“Good bunny. Now stay open—I want Boru-nii to see what a perfect cocksleeve you’ve become when he gets back.”

 

Kaguya lay face-down in the warm, wet sand, her body quivering with aftershocks that rippled through her like residual chakra flares. Cum leaked from her gaping pussy in slow, thick pulses, pooling beneath her hips and mixing with the tide. Her ass twitched with each involuntary spasm; her fingers dug furrows in the sand as another weak squirt escaped her.

 

“Yesh, Himawari-Hime…” she muttered into the grit, voice hoarse, lips brushing the beach with every syllable. The words were meant for no one, just a reflex, a prayer to the absent master who’d branded her soul.

 

Inside, the truth settled like a warm, inevitable seal. ‘Himawari’s using it too. Not just the futanari jutsu, but the Kami Chinpo.’ The same divine cock curse Boruto had slammed into her core, now flowing through his little sister’s veins. ‘The scent, the pulse, the command in every thrust; it wasn’t just skill.’ she thought, ‘It was blood. Uzumaki blood.’

 

The seal in her womb thrummed in recognition, a second heartbeat synced to the girl’s retreating footsteps.

 

Enslaved. Forever.

 

To Boruto, to Naruto, and now to Himawari. To any Uzumaki that filled her with that cursed, perfect dick.

 

And the terrifying part?

 

The best part?

 

She didn’t mind anymore…

 

A lazy, cum-drunk smile curved her lips as another aftershock rolled through her. Let them come, she thought, eyes fluttering shut. Let them all come. She’d take every inch, every load, every humiliation; for the rest of eternity. If it meant never going back to THAT place, if it meant never being empty again…

 

She was perfectly fine with it.

 

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(Story by User: SailorIo)