With my hormones sated for the moment and the intimidating effect of entering the formerly forbidden Senju Residence, I wasn't doing much. I even let go of Mirai's butt as the two formidable looking ninja guarding the entrance seemed to stare at me. I followed behind her, trying to make it look like she was leading me somewhere as we passed through various officials looking rooms and hallways. The relatively boring trip gave me a chance to think. I'd been having this nagging sense of déjà vu for a while now and a few minutes of concentration provided me the answer.

Fantasies. I'd thought of this as some sort of dream earlier even though I was way too conscious, of how way too real everything was, for that to be possible. But now I realized this was, in a way, a lot like certain fantasies I'd had. The very rare ones where I'd figure out that what I was experiencing was actually a daydream. That sudden realization was always one of celebration because it meant that I could do anything I wanted with absolutely no consequences. So, of course, I went around looking for any hot females I could find, grope them, and frantically fuck them before my awareness caused me to wake up.

That same sense of excitement was building in me now as I got the distinct impression that somehow what had been true in my dreams was also true in reality. It was really quite possible that my actions no longer had consequences. In effect, I could do anything I wanted without fear of punishment or anyone reacting in any detrimental way to me.

I was relieved when the room we finally entered turned out not to be the Sanin's office with an enormous desk where she pronounced her life and death decisions. Instead it was a large room whose centrepiece was four low slung sofa-like seats facing each other around a circular coffee table.

That feeling of relief quickly vanished as I saw the Sanin sitting in the chair facing us. I froze in shock, completely sure that the Sannin wouldn't be affected by this whatever-it-is that was making this the best day of my young life. And yet she and the black haired woman sitting to her right just glanced at me with only mild curiosity before they each greeted Mirai as she continued on past me to take a seat in one of the empty chairs.

Holy shit. Even an all powerful ninja legend was no match for my inexplicable powers of no-consequences-ever!

Up close in real life the Sanin's beauty was actually astonishing. I find myself just taking the opportunity to stare at her openly, to walk around her and appreciate her good looks from every angle. I'd only ever seen her from anime and manga. I had fantasias about her but...honestly, the those just didn't do her justice.

"So who's the delinquent?" The Sanin suddenly asked, interrupting the flow of boring conversation the three women had been engaging in. I nearly tripped and fell as the shock of her reacting to me caused my foot to freeze mid-step.

Mirai seemed unconcerned as she breezily replied, "Oh just a foreigner from wave country I met at the money lenders. Driven by his assuredly irresistible teenage hormones he grabbed my posterior, molested my breasts and fucked me raw on the road in the open then followed me around like a lost puppy ever since, groping me all the while. His name is Ron, Tsunade-san."

Tsunade smirked as she looked at me, "Is that so?" She snorted and gestured at her chest with one hand, "Well, don't get any funny ideas, brat."

Of course, that made me wants to touch them even more. I stared at them, particularly the deep cleavage on display, the relative stuffiness of the room having caused the Sanin to take off her green kimono, the garment casually splayed over the back of her chair. The gray dress she wore underneath it had been loosened to a rather indecent degree, what seemed like acres of creamy tit flesh on display.

I glanced upward detecting that feeling you get when a girl catches you looking, only to see Tsunade smirking at me, entirely aware of my ogling but apparently not caring in the slightest. She returned to her conversation with the others and I was emboldened.

She'd told me not get any ideas but Mirai had refused me earlier as well. And in the end I'd made her beg to be impregnated and she'd gone along with it without complaint. The rules of my power were still hazy but my instincts were telling me that I could go for anything from groping to full blown sex and not suffer any consequences. It was like I couldn't tell people what to do but they wouldn't ever interfere with anything I did do. And actually I -could- tell people what to do without them getting upset, it was just they didn't have to obey me. Huh. Always having been successful in the past and unable to deny the shear awesomeness of fondling the Sanin herself, I went for it.

I stepped right up the side of her chair. She glanced at me but that was all.

I sat down on the wide cushioned armrest, the tips of her fingers just brushing my ass. She didn't move them. She didn't even really react. It was like my sitting down there was simply expected.

So I turned towards her, my knee brushing hers and I very obviously brought my hand around, towards her chest. I moved slowly with my fingers widespread, my intention immediately obvious to everyone in the room. Tsunade watched my hand dis-interestedly, making no move to stop me as she continued to say something boring about her clan and the village council.

My hand touched her right breast with no reaction, other than a slight intake of breath which caused it to expand against my fingers. Unlike with Mirai, I couldn't cup the breast in my hand. Instead, the shear amount of boob seemed to dwarf my hand. I brought my other hand forward to grasp her other tit, her only reaction was to frown, as my leaning in partially blocked her view of the others.

I gently squeezed and prodded them for a few moments before the stomach-jumping sensation of utter excitement welled up and I simply grabbed the sides of her dress about her shoulders and yanked them apart and down her arms. Her boobs seemed grateful as their mass spilled out over the blue wraps about her stomach. Even the Sanin looked somewhat relieved, entirely understandable given how much her buoyant flesh had just expanded once freed, surely keeping them constrained had been uncomfortable.

I sat back for a moment, now fully straddling her lap with my knees digging into the sofa to either side of her thighs. The Sanin's breasts were huge. The comparison that came to mind was watermelons. Her dusky pink areolas were the size of my palms; I determined this literally by pressing my hands to them. I ran my finger tips around her pebbly nipples, the nubbins themselves were hidden from my gaze, two crinkly lines. It took me a moment to place what I was seeing.

Then it hit me. Inverted nipples! I'd read about them in hentai mangas but had never been able to quite picture what they would look like. I found it quite interesting to see them on Tsunade, her breasts so big and demanding of attention yet her nipples were so shy and retiring, hiding themselves from me.

I tried to remember the way the hentai had said to draw them out, but couldn't resist the lure of the gargantuan breasts themselves. My hands slipped down to press at their undersides.

They were heavy, having a mass to them that was stupidly unexpected by me. I mean-they were massive, of course they were heavy but for some reason I had this expectation that boobs had something in common with balloons-all floaty and airy. (Probably because I always imagined them bouncing and jiggling everywhere.) I slipped my hand below her boob, up against the top of her flat stomach. The moisture I collected there aroused me for some reason. The thought of the Sanin's sweaty jugs an apparent instant turn on.

I got up, conscious of the tent in my pants. Tsunade didn't seem to notice it but as I glanced around, I caught her petite assistant lady checking it out. Not with any outrage, just sort of taking note I guess. I walked around the Sanin's cushy squat chair and leaned over behind it as I cupped both of her breasts in my hands from below. My face was nestled against her blonde head and I breathed in her scent. She smelled lightly of liquor and some fresh nature-y aroma that brought mushrooms to mind.

I couldn't keep the grin off my face as I bounced the heavy jugs. It took a fair bit of strength involving my lower arms, not just my hands. Each time they landed, they hit with a loud solid smack upon my palms. Fuck, these things were meaty! My erection rubbed against the back of the chair and as I felt a powerful euphoria permeate every inch of my being, I started to entertain the possibility of fucking Konoha's most powerful kunoichi.

Mirai and Shizune simply stared as I steadily massaged Tsunade, I could tell Shizune was drawing some kind of pleasure from this. I knew that they had been friends even before coming to the village but how good were they? More importantly Tsunade was the only one baring her twins. "Would you ladies like to take your tops off?"

Shizune was the first to answer "Not really, it'll be hard to take notes and it's still a bit cold out. I don't see anything wrong with it of course but I also don't see much point."

She continued on taking notes hardly noticing Tsunade's ever bouncing breast, this was all so very boring and trivial for her.

"I figured you have already fucked me without seeing my breasts. So why rush things." This seemed to actually peak Tsunade's interest while Shizune just kept writing.

"You already fucked Ron, Mirai?" I was feeling rather ignored again with Tsunade putting her hand in her palm.

"Yes, he had asked about having sex with me and I was on my way here so I said we'd have sex later. But as he is a growing boy he got impatient and started fucking me beside the road in the open. I couldn't just say NO. HRon would have been very upset if I did that. So I let him fuck me to his heart's content." Mirai said so blandly like she was talking about the weather.

I had hoped she would be a little excited about it after the fuck she got from me but no it was like it was no big deal.

"Oh well you two had your fun, now back to business." Placing her well toned arms in her lap while I did my best to get anything close to a reaction out of her tucked in nipples. No matter how hard he rubbed they wouldn't come free. After a third or fifth pinch and squeeze without so much as a moan out of the Sanin he decided enough was enough.

"Giving up already?" she smirked her ruby lips as he finally released her cantankerous cans. I wanted to say something back, something clever but nothing came to mind and for Tsunade this seemed normal so she didn't mind. I sat down on one of the free spots thinking of what I could get away with next. I could fuck Mirai again or maybe even make Tsunade although one look at her bone breaking arms made me think otherwise. They told me that they didn't want to take their shirts off but Mirai said she didn't want to give me a handjob at that moment but she did when I forced her. Hmm if I am figuring the rules out right, I could do whatever I wanted but others could sort of refuse but only if there was something they wanted to do more like talk with the Sanin.

"I'm going to take off your shirts." he said wincing, thinking the three bombshells were going to explode at him. Nothing though they simply shrugged and went on discussing how they could handle the current financial vacuum that had been created and Tsunade was arguing that they could probably hit up the casInoji and win it back maybe even earning a little extra back but this idea was shot down as quickly as the blowjob. With trepidation I approached Mirai, she was ok with most of my antics up to this point and I've no idea how Shizune would react to being felt up, I have an inkling that she wouldn't care but I couldn't be sure. I reached down into Mirai's majestic cleavage, she could say it was cold all she wanted but she was sweating in her outfit, 'she wanted to be free' I tried to justify myself.

"Do you need help Ron?" she already saw he had trouble with Tsunade's twins and wanted to help. It was normal for her to have Ron take her top off and it was normal for her to want to help people. She had a smile on her.

"Uh no I think I've got it." I grabbed at one fold just a few inches from her chest and pulled it up over her head. she tossed her head back and forth to get it out of her face as she continued "No, I think we could ask for a small tax increase without much trouble."

I lifted another fold up over her head as her breast breathed a bit, a sports bra kept them firmly strapped to her chest. I tugged gently and she leaned forward letting me pull the remaining wrap off of her. All that remained was a firm industrial strength sports bra and mess of bandaged around her waist, they were in a fine weave and it would probably take some work just to get them off.

"Could you raise your arms up a bit." reaching behind her I was trying to pull from beneath her arm pits.

"Oh right sure" lost in conversation with the others she obediently raised and with some effort I slid off her sports bra. Her breasts sighed forward as though they'd been trapped in the Brassiere Bastille for centuries. Without so much as a peep I ran my hand slowly along the space between her breast wiping all the sweat I pooled it up around her nipples giving them both a pinch. The situation was normal for her a moment ago and thus wasn't turning on but she almost had to bite her lip to hold back a moan as I pinched. I threw her hair forward running his fingers through her hair making it wild, a few strands falling in the valley of her breasts.

I turned to see Shizune undoing her belt and hiking up her dress past her butt, she had opted for a pair of light purple panties maybe it was this mix of lust and fear but I could've sworn that they were painted on, they just seemed to hug her so tightly. "Uh thanks Shizune".

Grabbing at the very bottom I let the tip of my fingers run along the very hem of her underwear trying to get under them my fingers stuck between her tight underwear and her well toned bottom, it took all my strength and will to slip free. I ran my fingers along the flat of her back having a moment to slide a hand along her luscious curves until I met the shirt beneath. "You ready?" I stupidly asked.

"A ninja is always ready and this is pretty normal. So why wouldn't I be ready?" I coughed almost cracking at this 'this was normal for her? What kind of antics did Tsunade and Shizune get up to in here?'

With one swift motion her robe and dress came off her breast having a veritable bounce as I did. Then came the trouble of the bra, sure in some videos I saw people unhook bras and there was the occasional close up in the girl's clothing store where I and my buddies would play around trying to snap one or two when no one was looking but here in person it was a whole other situation. Shizune had her hands in the air waiting for him still taking notes as I panicked. "Problem?"

"Uh no, no I'm fine." tugging left and right it didn't seem to budge, maybe she had some fancy ninja seal on it or extra hooks but no matter how hard I tugged, it wouldn't come loose and then I lost his grip and it snapped her in the back. Shizune stared daggers at me, not angry that I was taking her clothes off but angry that I snapped her bra. Tsunade gave a little laugh and Mirai looked like she was going to but caught herself, here they were half naked giggling at a blushing Shizune or at me the amateur who can't undo a simple bra. "Alright arms way up" Shizune looked as though she didn't hear me so I forced her arms in the air and she just kept writing away. I slipped my fingers down and yanked her bra up over her head and off, I gave it a spin over my head and tossed it out a nearby open window.

Shizune watched it sail out with passing boredom "Darn, I'll have to pick that up on my way out." Panting from a bit of excitement and joy I thought 'Now what?'