Commission for yoitsthebigo.
Disclaimer: all characters in this work of fiction are 18+.
The life of a shinobi was challenging, even now in times of peace Chocho and the other's had their own challenges and adversity to overcome. It was nothing compared to what their parents had to go through, not by a long shot. They didn't have to deal with a maniac trying to subjugate the entire world into a never ending dream, nor did they have to worry about a war looming on the horizon to meet those ends. Regardless, in her 18 years of life Chocho still had her own obstacles to overcome. Currently, she was facing one of her most challenging.
There had been a guy who had caught her eye for all of three weeks. She had seen him around the village for a while now but had never garnered the courage to take a shot and see if he was attracted to her like she was to him, nothing more than idle small chat was all she could muster. After a pep talk from Sarada, she had gone straight home and began dolling herself up. Her hair was neatly combed and her outfit, in her opinion, was cute. All that was left was to find him, and ask if he'd like to go out to dinner sometime.
"You got this Chocho." She said into the mirror quietly, hyping herself up. "You made it through the academy, you made it through Moegi-sensei's exam and became genin then chunin. You can do it."
She quickly put her shoes on and made her way out of the house before she lost her nerve. The young woman could feel her heart pounding loudly in her chest and for a brief moment, she considered just going back home but pushed through it. She had come too far to just give up now, fortune favored the bold after all.
Chocho found the boy she was looking for near the center of the village in front of a small shop. By the looks of things it seemed like he was out on his own. Everything seemed to be lining up perfectly for her, she was certain if his friends were around she wouldn't have the confidence to go up to him.
"Come on. You've talked to him before, it'll be no different now. Just tell him how you feel, everything will go well." She whispered to herself one last time. Her breathing was steady now and her face displayed confidence that was the complete opposite of what she was feeling inside.
As she approached, the young man turned to look at her and smiled politely, making her feel flustered slightly.
"Oh, Chocho, hey." He greeted.
She swallowed. "Hey. Out by yourself today?" She asked, trying to make quick casual conversation before easing into the meat of their conversation.
The man nodded. "Yeah, I was in the mood for something sweet today and here I am. What about you? Hungry?" He asked.
"Not really. I have the day off so I just went for a walk." She replied.
'Ask him now. If he leaves you'll never have an opportunity like this again' Her mind yelled at her.
Taking a deep breath, she prepared to take the plunge. "I'm glad I bumped into you though, there's something I've been meaning to ask you."
The man took a bite of his treat and swallowed. "Sure, If it's something I can help you with."
"You might be able to. I'll be straight. I like you, wanna go out sometime?" It was as if a weight had suddenly been lifted off her shoulders. She had managed to utter the words she'd dreamed of saying, now all that was left was to see if this would play out the way it did in her daydreams.
Looking up into his eyes, she felt her heart begin to sink. His face had gone from curious, to surprised, and finally to something akin to regret and she knew things would go downhill.
"I'm flattered but I'm gonna pass." He replied dryly. Chocho blinked in confusion at the quick shift in demeanor. This wasn't anything he'd displayed before.
"Can I know why?" She asked, feeling a bit dejected. Things hadn't gone as planned and were quickly spiraling downward. "I think I'm at least owed that much."
He nodded. "To be completely honest, you're not my type. You're a bit too big. Sorry." He replied in an inconsiderate way.
Chocho's mouth dropped but she couldn't respond. The man felt the awkwardness in the air now and muttered a quick 'sorry, bye'. The tanned young woman was glued in place, staring aimlessly in the direction where he had just stood. Her mind was reeling with different thoughts.
She knew she was a little on the bigger side but that was most people from the Akimichi clan, it was what they were known for. Their size helped them with their technique, the only exception were the people who married into the clan, like her mom Karui. It had never been a problem before, her parents told her she was good looking, Sarada did as well but having it thrown in her face like this was a hit to her self esteem.
Her eyes felt slightly moist, the rejection was finally beginning to set it. She sniffled, refusing to let any tears stain her face. This was a possibility she had taken into account but it didn't make it hurt any less.
"It'll be alright dear." Chocho looked up to see an elderly lady who worked the stand staring at her with a soft look in her eyes. "That boy was rude and you don't need someone like that in your life. I'm certain someone will love you for who you are soon."
The lady handed her a small pastry which she reluctantly took. "Thanks." She replied, still slightly downtrodden. While she was grateful that the lady tried to lift her spirits, she really wasn't trying to hear it at the moment. She was fat, and that had cost her. Granted, the woman was correct, he was an ass and couldn't let her down gently, but still.
'If he turned me down for being fat, who's to say the next guy won't?' She wondered silently as she made her way home. The only thing on her mind now was crawling into her bed and sleeping the day away. At least the only person who saw her get shut down was the old lady and not any of her friends.
At least that's what she believed. On one of the rooftops nearby, a certain blond son of the Hokage kneeled down with a scowl on his face. Chocho was one of his friends and to see that happen to her in such a heartless way pissed him off. Walking to the other side of the roof, he saw her walking away with her hands swinging carelessly by her sides.
Jumping from roof to roof, he quickly caught up to her and dropped down silently next to her. Her eyes glanced at him from the corner of her eyes and now that he was up close, Boruto could see the redness staining her eyes.
"Hey Chocho…are you alright?" He asked carefully. "You look a little down." Boruto couldn't risk letting her know he had seen what had happened moments ago.
The tanned woman nodded, not trusting her voice at the moment. The stinging of the words was still fresh.
"Are you sure?" He pressed. Boruto could see that she was about to crack and one more push would do it. Holding in feelings never worked out, he saw how the jerks' words affected her and wanted to let her know not to let it take control of her.
"I haven't had the best day alright." She finally responded. There was a slight cracking in her voice that she hoped the young man missed. He didn't.
The blond looked at her the same way he looked at Sarada whenever he knew something was troubling her. Chocho suddenly realized just why her best friend always ended up spilling, the look was intense. It was as if he was looking through her but there was an unquestionable desire to help in his gaze.
"I just got turned down." She admitted, looking away as she did so. "It's alright though, at least now I won't waste my time right?" She asked, trying to look on the bright side, or at least convince herself of it.
"Did he say why?" Of course he said why, he just wanted to see if she would admit it to him or not. They weren't the best of friends, but he could honestly say he cared for the girl. Man or woman, no one deserved to be insulted and disrespected the way she had been.
Chocho inclined her head slowly. "It's because I'm fat." She said with a hollow laugh. "I know I eat a lot but I didn't think I was that repulsive."
"You're not repulsive." He quickly corrected. "Being a bit bigger is one of the things the Akimichi clan is known for. It helps with your expansion jutsu and contributes a lot to the village. My dad says it all the time."
She pushed one of her bangs out of her face and gave him a light smile. "I appreciate that but it doesn't change the fact that I'm fat. If he feels that way, I'm sure most others do too."
"You can't let your weight define you Chocho. Just because one jackass didn't like you for your weight doesn't mean everyone else won't either." He tried to reassure her.
The woman went silent. Her right hand took hold of the love handles on her sides, then pulled on her own cheek. She shook her head, it was too much. Looking over at him, she inspected his body, not in a perverted sense but in an observative fashion. He was thin but lean, a clear sign that he took his training seriously. His arms weren't huge like some of the guys she'd seen but they were still pretty big. Overall he was well proportioned, had little body fat as far as she could tell, and was one of the most in shape guys she knew. Unlike her, she knew if he asked a girl out, there was a high chance they would accept just based on his appearance.
If she could get a bit leaner, maybe the same would work for her? She was certain her family's expansion jutsu would still work if she was a bit thinner, so that wouldn't be an issue. Now it was a matter of putting in the work necessary to achieve the desired results.
'Easier said than done.' She thought bitterly. It wasn't like she hadn't tried it before, she had. It was just that it always ended the same way, with her eating more than she should later that same night. Sarada had tried to help her before but it hadn't worked out. The woman was too caring.
Seeing her out of breath or bad shape would have her feeling terrible, she had said. All Chocho had to do was promise to work harder the next day and the two would find themselves having heavy snacks that same day. Her bitterness disappeared a moment later as a stroke of genius flashed through her.
Boruto. He was fit, he trained hard and took it seriously, plus he was strong. Much stronger than almost anyone she knew minus some of the adults. The blond didn't seem like the type to just bend over backwards and let her eat if she whined that she was tired.
Yes. That could be the key to making the changes she wanted.
"You're right." She said, catching his attention. "I can't let my weight define me, but I also don't want to be overweight anymore. Not for others, but for myself."
Her friend smiled. "That's the spirit. So what do you plan to do about it?"
Giving him a hopeful look, she turned to him, stopping just short of her family's compound. "Well, I was hoping you could help me."
"Me?" He pointed at himself. "What can I do?"
"You're in shape, maybe you could…I don't know, help me lose some of this weight and get in shape?" She proposed almost pleadingly.
Like his father, Boruto rubbed his neck in thought. "I'm happy you seem to think highly of me but are you sure you want me to help you? My training is a bit…much."
With a wave of her hands she shrugged off his concerns. "I'll be fine. As long as you can be strict with me and hold me accountable, I can take the exercise."
Boruto looked doubtful at the declaration but thought it over. It was good that she seemed to have forgotten about the jackass that had shot her down, but now she was asking for training. She didn't know his routine, or how hard he pushed himself.
He teetered with the idea of shutting her down but one look at her changed his mind. She had a determined look in her face that he couldn't recall ever seeing on her before. It was the same look he himself had whenever he vowed to do something to get his father's attention.
"Alright." He conceded. "But…if we're going to do this, I need you to give me your word that you won't lose interest in two days once you get over what happened. If you really want to change, you're going to have to commit fully." He stressed.
Chocho nodded fiercely and made a fist. "I promise. I'll do anything it takes."
Boruto reciprocated the nod. "Alright. We'll start tomorrow, I'll meet you in front of your house at 5am. Please don't make me regret it."
Now confident that she was out of her slump, Boruto disappeared in a swirl of leaves. Chocho stared at the vacant spot where he stood and thought about what she had just done. The son of the Hokage had agreed to train her and get her in shape. She couldn't back out now, she didn't want to let him down.
By all accounts he could have declined her proposition and gone about his day, but he hadn't. He made sure she was alright and even tried cheering her up. If she decided to not go through with it, she would feel more pathetic than she did when she'd been turned down.
Most importantly, she didn't want to let herself down. She wanted a body she could enjoy looking at when staring into a mirror. A body that moved fast enough to catch enemies off guard and sturdy enough to take any attacks that broke through her defenses.
Chocho smiled and punched a fist into an open palm. 5am was earlier than she was used to, but she would do it. In the future, the leaf village would see a brand new heiress of the Akimichi clan, she guaranteed it. Now invigorated, she cleared the remaining distance to her house and made her way up to her room.
Her mother noticed her arrival and raised an eyebrow at the determined look on her face. She was glad the older woman hadn't asked what she had gone to do, as she was sure she'd go looking for him to give him a piece of her mind. Let it be known Karui wasn't one to hold back.
Pushing her room door open, her eyes scanned all the clothes in her closet until she found something cute for tomorrow. Her hands grabbed an article of clothing and looked at it with disdain. Black spanx. They were meant to conceal troubled areas and give one a certain shape.
"I don't want to wear this anymore." She muttered to herself. "But I will, until it's too big to fit."
Throwing it aside, she made her way into the shower and let the water drip down her body. Thoughts of what kind of training awaited her flooded her mind, she was sure it wouldn't be something simple like push ups and sit ups. One didn't achieve the body the blond had just like that.
"I'll worry about it tomorrow. For now, I'll just enjoy what I can for the rest of the day." She said happily. All thoughts of her earlier rejection had been pushed to the back of her mind. Her thoughts were now replaced by the thought of guys lining up to get her attention.
Her new body would be the talk of the village. New body, higher chakra reserves, new techniques, bigger sex appeal. That was what she dreamed of now. All that was left was to bring it into existence. She could only think what her family would say once she showed them what she was capable of.
xxxx
Waking up at five in the morning was easier said than done. She'd done it before to go on missions with her team but doing so on a day off, never. Her eyes were threatening to close again and for the briefest of moments, Chocho contemplated just giving into temptation and letting her head fall back onto the pillow for a few more hours.
She managed to fight through the urge, marking the first small victory of the day. Getting dressed, she smacked her cheeks twice in an attempt to wake herself up and prepare for the day. Leaving her house, she was delighted to see Boruto already standing a few yards away from the front door. He was dressed in his usual clothes consisting of his black pants, and jacket.
Unlike her however, he seemed to be completely awake and ready for the day. She shook her head, how some people were morning oriented, she would never understand.
"Morning Chocho." Boruto greeted quietly. "I'm glad you actually showed up."
"What did you think, I wouldn't?" She shot back. There was no malice or betrayal in her tone, he and Sarada were good friends as well so it wouldn't be a surprise if he knew of some of her failed attempts at losing weight.
"I didn't say that." He replied quickly. "I just figured with how you were yesterday this might have been something of a spur of the moment thing." Good save.
Chocho thought so as well. "Well, I'm here. So what are we going to do?"
Boruto turned around and waved at her with one hand to follow him to the training grounds. "A few things." He replied cryptically. "I just want to make sure you understand a few things."
Seeing that he had her attention, the son of the Hokage continued. "Training is going to be tough. When we're not with our teams we'll be training, a lot of it will be without using chakra so that your body can actually work its muscles on its own instead of being reinforced. Secondly, we're going to have to change your diet."
Dread filled the young woman. Somewhere in her mind she had hoped he would be able to perform some sort of miracle and give her a training program that would allow her to eat as she wanted. That dream had just gone up in smoke but she knew it would happen.
"How much?" She wondered. She ducked under some foliage and marveled at the sight before her. It seemed that Boruto had been awake much longer than she had thought. The training ground had been littered with different tools from large thick ropes, to metal weights laying around the area.
Kunai were scattered around the grounds, making her think what kind of exercises she would need to do with those. Maybe they would end up sparring?
"Chocho. Are you listening?" Boruto asked, snapping his fingers in front of her.
Blinking out of her stupor, she shook her head. "No, sorry."
"I said, if you want to see real changes, a lot of the food you eat is going to have to be substituted. No more barbecues after every mission, try to limit the amount you eat and keep track of the calories." He began explaining. "When you feel like having a snack, replace it with something that isn't deep fried."
The more he spoke, the more Chocho wished she would have stayed in bed that morning. It was too late to back out now though, she was in it for the long run.
After agreeing to his terms, she was led to the center of the training grounds. Feeling reinvigorated about her choice, she stretched her arms across her chest. Day one would be a breeze.
6 hours later
It hadn't been a breeze. Training with Boruto was the most difficult thing she had ever taken part in. Not even the longest training sessions with her team had her feeling as sore as she was now. The training had begun with laps around the village, twenty non chakra enhanced laps. On its own, that had completely killed the feeling in her legs.
Following that came the weight training, again with no support from chakra. The ropes had been enhanced with seals to make them heavier and she was told to whip them over and over again for a few minutes. By the first minute, her arms were begging her to stop.
If only it had stopped there, the weights she was forced to lift had been heavy but not unbearable. That was until after the second set, her arms shook on the way up and now they throbbed uncomfortably. At least whatever he had planned for the kunai hadn't been implemented. When she had asked them what they were for, it seemed like he would tell her but he shook his head and said 'next time'.
Now as she walked back home, almost dragging her feet, the fatigue of the day was hitting with full force. There wasn't one part of her body that had been spared. Her arms, legs, thighs, abs, everything you could think of hurt. Oddly enough, she didn't hate it.
The pain she felt was proof of her dedication and for that, she was immensely proud. Not only had she made it through the day, but her temporary personal trainer had joined her while she did it, and that was a sight to behold.
Chocho had never really paid attention to Boruto in that sense, since they weren't together often. Now though, with him next to her, shirtless going through the motions…well she thoroughly enjoyed having a show.
"Where have you been? And why are you soaked?" Her mom asked the moment she stepped through the door. Chocho looked down at her clothes to see most of it having been turned into a darker shade of the black color it was. Looks like she had sweat more than she realized.
"Training."
Karui blinked in surprise. It wasn't like her daughter to spend her time off training.
"Must have been some brutal training." Karui commented. "Anyway dinner is almost ready so get cleaned up."
Chocho felt some energy return to her at the thought of her mothers cooking but quickly forced it down. Boruto's words returned to her, causing her to peek over her mom's shoulders at the food on the stove. Her mouth watered at the delectable aroma that filled her nostrils but sadly, she wouldn't get to enjoy it.
With a sad sigh, she spoke. "I think I'll just have dad make one of those salads from the restaurant."
Karui's eyes widened at the declaration. "Are you sure? There's enough for all of us."
"I'm sure mom. I didn't do all this training today to throw it away at night. Can you tell dad while I shower?"
"Sure dear." Her mom responded, still slightly in shock.
As Choho disappeared out of the kitchen, a small smile appeared on Karui's face. She had seen her daughter attempt this before but always broke at night when smelling the food. Now she had actively declined one of her favorite meals so that her training wasn't for nothing. Speaking as both a mother and kunoichi, she couldn't be more proud of the girl.
The months passed by faster than she could have imagined. The first few weeks consisted of basic cardio and weight training like the first day. Laps around the village and lifting without the use of chakra or her partial expansions. It was difficult but as time passed, she found that she could run further, longer, and feel less tired as she did so.
The amount of weight she was lifting almost tripled and her chakra reserves had also increased. After the two month mark, once Boruto deemed her ready, he made her do what he called the 'real work'.
The kunai he had laying around the area were for her to balance on. They would be embedded into the ground with the points up towards the sky. Using the least amount of chakra on her fingertips, she was made to balance on top of them using only her index fingers for hours on end.
If one were to look at her fingers now, they would see small scars on the tips due to having messed up a few times but now she could stay in place for well over three hours without feeling even a little winded. Her jutsu required less effort on her part now and she had even learned well over fifteen new ones.
When she was with her team, even the lazy ass Shikadai noticed the difference in her. Her sensei had praised her for taking her training much more seriously and Inojin had been indifferent, focusing more on his paintings than anything else.
What she was most proud of however, was that she had kept her word and cut down on the eating. Steaks and snacks were replaced with grilled healthy alternatives and salads. It was difficult at first but now she had gotten used to it and as a result, her body had slimmed down considerably.
She wasn't as thin as Sarada or Mirai, but she was much more proportionate. Her hips were nice and wide but in an alluring kind of way. Chocho had caught multiple guys both in the village and out on missions checking her out. It was a new experience for her, being looked at like a prize.
It felt good, she thought.
Her body transformation wasn't the only change over the past few months however. One of the biggest and most important changes in her opinion was how she viewed Boruto. He was definitely a looker, she knew that before. Spending as much time as she did with him though, showed her a new side of him that maybe only Sarada had seen.
He was polite, kind, and went out of his way to help others. It had thrown her off when she began to think about him even at home. Whether she was at the dinner table or in the shower, his face would appear in her mind. It didn't take long for her to realize what was going on, she had developed feelings for the blond.
Chocho tried to ignore them, certain that it was only because he was helping her and he was the person she mostly interacted with. That went out the window when he also began invading her dreams, dreams that featured them…doing certain things in private.
From that point on, she accepted her feelings but was partially worried that saying something would turn out like it had the first time. She wasn't fat anymore so she didn't need to worry about that but back to back rejections would destroy the confidence she had spent so long building up.
Shaking her head, she rid herself of those thoughts. She couldn't think like that. His eyes had been glued to her ass before, she'd caught him plenty of times. It was obvious he at least had a physical attraction to her, but unless she acted on it, nothing would come of it. Once again it would be up to her to take the plunge.
Following the realization that she liked him, Chocho began making preparations. She found that there was a certain workout outfit that always caught the young man's attention and had him staring most of the time. Grabbing that from her closet, she threw it on and made her way to the training ground for their session today. The combination of her black sports bra and tight black compression pants would hopefully keep his attention.
It would be a shorter one than usual because he had something to do later but she would make sure his mind would be on her the whole day. Her plan was simple, make a move and hope he made one back.
Training for the day was simple, just a few exercises and a quick spar, no jutsu just had to hand. Like always, Boruto had the upper hand. He had trained seriously for years and had experienced more than her leading to sharper instincts and smoother movements. Chocho managed to hold him off for a solid ten minutes but ultimately, her back hit the ground with a heavy thud.
"Not bad Chocho. You're definitely improving, you're better now than when we started." Boruto complimented with a smile.
"It doesn't feel like it." She grumbled from her position on the floor. Boruto laughed and took a seat next to her, resting his hands behind him.
"You might not notice it but I have. I actually have to try a little bit to take you down." He said looking over at her. As she had expected, his eyes dipped down to her boobs but also her thighs. That was good.
Just like the last time, she could feel her heart pounding in her chest. This was the moment of truth, hopefully it didn't end up like the last time. Steeling herself, she went for it.
"Hey Boruto." Chocho called out. The moment the man turned his head to look at her, she struck. Leaning over, she pressed her lips up to his and initiated a soft kiss. The anxiety was building inside of her but that was short lived. His head tilted slightly and his lips began to gently kiss her back.
Chocho was soaring. For once, things had gone exactly as she had planned. Scooting closer to him, the young woman placed a hand on his chest and increased the intensity of the kiss. The man responded in kind and reached around her body in order to have her sitting on top of him.
Her arms wrapped around his neck and her mouth opened slowly, allowing his tongue to enter. Having never done this before, she didn't have anyone to compare him to but she knew he was good.
"Wait." Boruto said, gently pushing her away. Chocho stayed in her stop on his lap and raised an eyebrow at the sudden shift in behavior.
"What's wrong?" She replied slightly out of breath.
"What are you doing?" Realizing it was a stupid question, he elaborated further. "I mean, why?"
In a similar fashion to the first time, the best approach was to give it to him straight. It was the longest minute of her life, having to explain how he'd changed her for the better. Of course he had asked her if that wasn't just a feeling of gratitude that she had mistaken for attraction, but that too was shot down.
"I thought so too at first but it isn't." She denied. "These feelings are real, and if you don't feel the same way I'll understand but I just needed to get that out of my system."
Having his only concern cleared up, Boruto laid on his back on the soft grass and brought her down with him. Chocho wasn't his first kiss but this one he was sharing with her felt better than the ones he'd had up to this point.
The two young shinobi would have been content to stay in that position for the rest of the day but unfortunately, Boruto had things to do. Reluctantly, he pulled away from her.
"Sorry Chocho…I have to get going but before that, what do we do about this?" He said, pointing to the two of them repeatedly.
"Well, I guess we can just take it at our own pace. Would it upset you if I asked to keep this between us for now?" She asked.
Boruto blinked in surprise at the request. "It doesn't bother me, but I thought you'd want people to know."
She nodded. "They will, in time. I just don't think we need anyone knowing about our business or talking about what we do."
Boruto could see where she was coming from. If he was her first boyfriend, to his knowledge at least, he could understand wanting a bit of privacy until they were a bit more comfortable with what they had.
"Alright that works. Same time tomorrow alright?"
Chocho responded by pecking his lips one more time and pulled away with a happy smile on her face. "Count on it."
xxxx
Chocho sighed in content while laying on her bed. It had been a few months since she started dating Boruto and over a year since she began her new training program. The body she had crafted for herself was one she was proud of and one her man absolutely adored. Neither of them had told their families or friends about their relationship just yet, well with the exception of Sarada at least.
In that time the two had taken every chance they could to show affection to one another when in private. They still continued to train, but now instead of just leaving afterwards, the two would spend the remainder of their time together getting to know the other's body. They had yet to cross the line into the bedroom but Chocho was thinking about it more and more.
Having his rough hands feeling her chest over her clothing and sometimes under her shirt always managed to get her riled up. The feeling of his muscles as he held her close to him filled her mind night and day.
"We're doing it." She decided, staring up at the ceiling. Her fingers weren't cutting it anymore and she wanted nothing more than to experience everything he had to offer. The only problem was she didn't know what to do or how to go about it. She had overheard some girls around the village talk about having sex with their boyfriends or husbands but it was always how good it felt.
They never mentioned how it started or who initiated it. It had worked with the kiss but something like this couldn't be done without some thought. She didn't want her first time to be a failure. Her first time couldn't be a failure, nor could it be in the forest.
"Sarada's smart, she might be able to help me." She muttered to herself. While Sarada wasn't exactly a love expert, she definitely knew a thing or two and was her best bet. "I know I'll have to look good but I'll also need protection and somewhere for us to do it." She continued.
Making a mental note to stop by the Uchiha home tomorrow after her mission, she drifted off to sleep. Knowing that Sarada would probably be able to help her, she slept well.
"Sorry but I'm not going to be much help." The young woman replied bluntly.
"What? But you're smart, you know almost everything." Chocho whined from inside her friend's room. "You're telling me you don't know?"
"Well I've never…done it." Sarada admitted with a blush on her cheeks. "So if anything you're going to have to be the one to give me pointers afterward. Why not just do what you did the first time, give it to him straight?"
Chocho huffed and crossed her arms. "I can't do that. It was easy to do with a kiss but not something like this. Anyway, do you at least know anywhere I can get some protection?" She asked the last part in a whisper. "Other than your mom."
The thought of her parents finding out from Sakura that she had been inquiring about condoms would lead to a rather awkward conversation that she'd rather not deal with at the moment. They would find out in the future when she was ready to tell them.
Sarada looked to the door and quickly made her way to one of her drawers. Near the bottom, under all the clothes was a small black box still sealed with a piece of clear tape. Easily opening it, she pulled out three black squared wrappers with a circular indentation in the center.
The young woman tossed them to her as if they were shuriken. Chocho reacted quickly and caught them out of the air to inspect them.
Chocho gave her friend a questioning look. "I thought…?"
"My mom gave me 'the talk' a year ago and told me to make sure I was smart and safe when the time came. She always gives me new ones when the old ones expire, I've never used them though."
"That solves one problem at least. Thanks Sarada, you're the best." She replied happily as she stood up.
"So what are you going to do now?"
"I'm gonna go to the library. I'm sure they have books all about this stuff." Chocho replied.
Sarada hummed. "That seems to be the best idea. I would go with you but I have to help my mom with something."
Waving her off, Chocho shook her head. "Don't worry…with these.." She said holding up the squares, "you've done enough."
Saying a quick goodbye to the pink haired matriarch of the Uchiha clan, Chocho made a beeline for the library. She would need to be careful though. Although her friends may not frequent the place much, some of the older people certainly did and it wouldn't do good for one of her parents' friends to see her there and ask questions.
Once she was inside, Chocho inconspicuously began browsing the shelf of books. Her eyes quickly inspected the titles on the spines, looking for the one that would offer the most insight as to what she was looking for. Her frustration grew with each title she passed, none of them seemed to be what she needed. Most of them were informative books on the biology of the human body as well as the meaning of reproduction.
She needed one that would tell her how to fuck. Having passed through every book she could, Chocho was about ready to give up. That was, until she passed by a section featuring a certain teal covered book. It was the same one she had constantly seen the previous Hokage reading. Growing up she had always been told by her mom and dad to stay away from those books since they were filthy, but that was exactly what she needed.
Grabbing it along with any other book for cover, she made her way to one of the available tables. Opening the larger book, she placed the smaller book in front of it and turned to the first page.
Chocho lost track of how long she stayed there, only realizing that time had escaped her once she turned the page and was met with the back cover of the book. The time had been well spent however, now she knew exactly what signs to look for as well as how to get her message across.
Unfortunately for her, having had no real life experience, everything she read in that book was nothing more than fantasy come to life in pages and not an accurate representation of how the world worked. It didn't help that Boruto had managed to send her a letter later that night asking her if she would be up for training at his place the next day.
Her heart sped up at the thought. The Hokage would be attending the kage summit with the others in Suna, and his mom and sister would be at his grandparents house, meaning they would be all alone to 'work out', as he put it. That night, Chocho had been unable to sleep properly. The temptation to reach between her legs was mighty, but she had pulled through.
The next morning, dressed in the same combination she knew he liked consisting of her black tights and small shirt, she made her way to his house. Once his house was in sight, she patted her side where she had stuffed the condoms to make sure they were still in place. Though there was a chance he already had them if he had called her over like this.
"Hey, thanks for coming." Boruto greeted. He was slightly distracted due to her outfit but that was the goal. "Come on, the stuff is up in my room."
Chocho was now positive he was on the same page as her. Little did she know he really was leading her up in order to continue working out.
Each step caused her anxiety to flare, within a few moments she would be losing her virginity. She wondered if the man leading her was feeling as nervous as she was but she wouldn't ask.
They made it to his room and to her delight, everything was clean and neatly organized. His bed seemed to just have been made, no doubt an attempt to impress. She made her way to the bed and sat down while he began rummaging through his closet, only further proving her incorrect hypothesis.
'He's looking for condoms' She thought.
Deciding it was time to make her move, she stood up and grabbed his arm before roughly tossing him onto his back on the bed. Taking her rightful place on top of him, Chocho wasted no time in leaning down and capturing his lips with hers. Boruto offered no resistance and his arms quickly began kneading her ass.
Moaning into his mouth, she voiced her approval at his actions and pushed her tongue into his mouth to begin their passionate dance. The world spun around her briefly as he flipped them over so that he was on top. Her arms were raised above her head and pinned with one powerful arm.
With a swift tug of his hand, her black top was pulled upward revealing her bare breasts. This was the first time anyone had seen them and despite knowing that she had one of the best bodies among the other eighteen year olds, she still felt a bit subconscious. Boruto must have picked up on this, his mouth eagerly latched onto her right tit and began sucking slowly, teasing and playing with her while she was bound.
Using the experience that he'd gained from a relationship with an older woman, Boruto played her like a game. Her mounds were roughly tugged, squeezed, pulled, and bitten, all of which contributed to the familiar sensation building within her. To her complete dismay, he removed his mouth from her tit and looked down at her, biting his lip in a way that had her womanhood on fire.
"What's this about?" He asked.
"You know what it's about." With her free hand, she reached into the waistband on her tights and dropped the condoms on her navel.
Boruto smiled in disbelief. "You came prepared for this." Letting go of her bound hand, he grabbed the packets and nodded approvingly. They were the exact same he'd used before, not that he would tell her that. Hurrying over to the door, he locked it and pulled twice to make sure it wouldn't open.
Using a single hand, he pulled his shirt up over his body and tossed it aside. Chocho's eyes ogled his upper body while mirroring his movements. Her shirt came off followed by her tights, exposing a light pink skimpy looking underwear. Like her tights, that too was quickly discarded.
She would've liked to be complimented on it but her hormones were on overdrive and the only thing she was thinking about was the fun that was to come. Just like with her breasts, the sight of her rose on full display on his bed made Boruto pause in his step. He'd dreamed of seeing it but didn't want to push her into it in any way until she was ready.
Now there it was a few feet away from him, beckoning him to enter. There was a patch of groomed hair above it, most certainly cut before coming here.
"I can't be the only one naked Boruto." She commented in a provocative tone. "Come on, I showed you mine. Let me see yours."
Liking her confidence, Boruto pulled his bottoms off letting Chocho finally see his 9in manhood standing upright. The only one she had ever seen had been in anatomy books during classes, seeing one up close and this big was a bit unnerving but it was nothing she couldn't handle.
Chocho became slightly confused when he dropped onto one knee and pulled her on the bed so she was on the edge. At once, one of the scenes from the book she had read replayed in her mind and she knew what this was. Now she could confirm if it was as the woman in the book had described.
Her thighs rounded around Boruto's head and she shivered feeling the warm breath from his mouth hit her pussy. Her hips bucked just with that but it was nothing compared to what she felt next. His wet tongue gave her a sensual lick starting from the bottom of her slit all the way up to the hooded nub that sent shocks through her system. Her hands gripped his bed sheets lightly and slowly began tightening her grip as his tongue began to explore her most private area.
"Fuck Boruto…that feels great…" She moaned in delight. "Keep eating me just like that…" She recited. It had been something the character in the book had said and she had to admit, it did add a bit to the moment they were sharing. It was dirty in a hot sort of way that she found she really liked.
Boruto looked up, only his eyes visible to the woman as the bottom half of his face was obscured by body. Staring directly at her, his mouth sucked on her clit forcing her hips upward closer to his mouth. The warmth inside her was building up quickly.
"Don't stop! Please keep going!" She mewed. Her hands were gripping his head now, doing everything she could to force his tongue deeper inside of her. "I'm about to cum..just a little more please." She begged.
The man's hands reached up around her and began to pinch at her erect nipples. Knowing she was close, the added foreplay with her tits was likely to do the job. As expected, her back arched and her breathing became ragged. "Like that?" He asked.
"Like that…almost…" Her words died in her throat. Boruto pulled away from her a moment before her pussy began to gush her womanly nectar. His chin and chest were splashed by the warm fluid but it seemed to not bother him at all. Still looking at her, his tongue stuck out of his mouth and began delightfully licking the area around his mouth that had been covered by her.
If she had control of her body at the moment, Chocho was sure she'd jump on him just for the sight he provided her.
Her legs twitched in the way they did when she was on the verge of sleep occasionally, making both of them chuckle. Boruto brought one of the packages up to his mouth to rip it open, only to be stopped by Chocho who managed to sit up.
"Hold on. Don't open it yet." She requested. Tossing her legs off the bed, she gently pushed his shoulders down so that they could switch places. Taking hold of one of the pillows, she dropped it on the ground and placed her knees on top of it. "My turn."
The condoms were momentarily disregarded and Boruto's hands began to undo the small clips she had on her hair, letting it all flow down freely. His cock now only a few centimeters away from her face, Chocho went over what she had read in the book and tried to replicate it to the best of her abilities.
Her right hand gripped the upper part of him with a light touch. Twisting her hand slowly, she heard the sharp intake of breath and knew she was on the right track. Leaning closer until her mouth was above his tip, she let a trickle of saliva drip down onto the head, lubing him up nicely. Her hand movement became slicker and a 'sticky' sound was elicited with every pump of her hand.
"Chocho…" Boruto muttered. She smirked up at him. After all those spars where he had on the ground quickly, it was a powerful feeling having him in the palm of her hand like this.
Wanting to pay him back for what he did for her, she brought her head down and took him into her mouth.
"Ughhh" Boruto groaned in delight. Hearing the approval, she began to push her head deeper down. Her tongue was flat against the underside of his shaft just as she had read, moving slowly up and down along with her bobbing. The act of giving head wasn't as bad as she thought it would be, she thought.
A bit uncomfortable, though that was because of his size, but not unpleasant. Pulling him out of her mouth, she continued to kiss and lick the tip before making her way south. Her left hand slowly stroked the top while she pleasured the base, all while enjoying the sounds the Hokage's son was making.
"Work on the head." Boruto requested. "Don't stop stroking though." He guided her.
Nodding, her mouth made its way back up to the tip and took only that into her mouth. Her soft tongue swirled around the foreign tool in her mouth.
"Now slowly start taking more down slowly, but keep your tongue moving." Thankful for the advice, she did as instructed and began going deeper again. The soft hum from her throat made him spasm the same way she had caused her to mentally cheer. "Damn Chocho, have you done this before?"
With her mouth still full of cock she shook her head. A sound came out of her mouth that one could vaguely translate as 'no' but he couldn't be sure. His room was was devoid of words for the next few minutes, the only sounds heard being 'shlicks' from her hands stroking, or choking/coughing sounds from her trying to take him completely down her throat.
Boruto's hips occasionally thrusting on their own alerted her to the fact that he was probably close to cumming as well. Her left hand reached down between her own legs and began rubbing on her nub while her mouth continued to suck on the cock that had made itself at home in it.
His hand gripped her head and with a mighty tug, pulled her as far down on him as he could. Using a partial expansion on her throat, she was able to accommodate him and began happily drinking the semen that began blasting down her throat. Her face scrunched up at the slight bitter taste but she wouldn't quit.
After a few ropes, he began to withdraw, letting out his spit covered woman breaker from the depths of her throat.
"Chocho…" He said slightly out of breath. "That was insane."
Swiping her hand across her mouth, she grinned. "I'm glad, because now." She ran a finger across his length. "It's time for the best part."
Tearing the edge of the package, Boruto pulled out the rubber garment and gently but skillfully rolled it across the entirety of his meat. It was a perfect fit and very thin which he was appreciative of. The bed shifted under the weight of another person.
Chocho was on her back, legs spread, and was looking directly at his now protected cock with anticipation. Getting in between her legs, he lifted them up so that they hung off his shoulders and he could have easy access.
"The first time hurts Chocho…are you sure?" He asked. Boruto mentally prayed she didn't back out now but if she didn't give her consent, he would respectfully call it a day. That was not to be. She nodded and spread her labia with her fingers, allowing him to see the hole that would be getting stretched in a moment.
Lining himself up, he slowly pushed his way forward. Her hole began to spread further and further as it accommodated his entry. The woman beneath him shifted uncomfortably as he pushed every inch into her. Boruto would have liked to feel it without the protection since even with it, he couldn't believe the wetness and warmth it radiated. The walls were snug against his cock and were actively pulling him closer.
Coming up to the barrier, she nodded once more, and he pushed in.
"Shit" She cried in distress. A little chakra to the area dulled the pain. The blond had finally made his way completely in her and stood as still as he could, not wanting to cause her any more discomfort.
Chocho for her part knew this would happen, but it would pass. After a little bit of time, the pain began to subside and was quickly replaced with a very nice sensation. Tapping him on the arms, she made him move.
Boruto pulled out of her by an inch and then thrusted back in. Chocho's mouth dropped open at the feeling, her fingers really didn't compare and that was only an inch. The first few thrusts were the same way, an inch or two for her to get used to it and boy was she getting used to it.
"Give me all of it, Boruto." She ordered. "Fuck me like you mean it."
He was slightly shocked at the change in her tone but complied. Eight inches of him exited her body before being rammed back in. Chocho's arms wrapped around his neck and her feet planted themselves on his calves while he began to get into it.
"That's it…fuck me like that. Harder!" She cried. While she was still somewhat following what she had read, some of the words she uttered were from the heart. The feeling she was experiencing was remarkable. Nine inches of man were rapidly pounding away at her, each thrust accompanied by shocks of pleasure.
Her demand to be fucked harder was headed and for two hours, she experienced what women around the village constantly gushed about. She wasn't sure if they had this kind of action but that wasn't her problem. She had cum four times already and her womanhood was feeling raw from the pounding but she didn't want it to stop.
"Boruto…Boruto…I'm gonna….." she squealed. Her pussy clamped up around his rubbed coated cock again and began to stain his body with her fluids once more. Boruto disregarded her words and continued thrusting. By now he would have certainly cum, but the rubber did take some of the sensation away. Now that he could feel his release on the horizon, he was determined to get it.
Bodies clapped against each other, his bed creaked under the pressure, and the wall was crashed into repeatedly on the journey to his release. Their bodies were sweaty and tired but nothing would stop this ride now that it had begun.
"Fuck…your cock is big…" She cried when he hit a deep spot. "I knew I was missing out." She said with a laugh.
"Almost there Chocho." He told her.
She nodded. "Me too. Keep fucking me and cum…fuck me fuck me fuck me." She chanted.
The erotic words were music to Boruto's ears and finally, the sensation became too much. Pushing into her, he let out another round of his seed to fill up the condom. Chocho shuddered at the feeling. She could feel the condom ballooning within her and thought what it would feel like to get all of that deep inside her instead.
Taking a breather, Boruto pulled out slowly and removed the used condom. Tying it into a knot and squeezing downward to make sure it hadn't burst, he smiled and tossed it into the bin.
Chocho's mind was reeling, that had been the best three hours of her life. Looking at her 'secret' boyfriend, she frowned when she saw him putting another condom on.
"You brought three condoms. We're gonna use three condoms." He said with a grin. Though tired, she smiled back at him and shoved a pillow under her back.
"The hurry up and come fuck me big boy." She purred.
xxxx
That first time had changed everything for them. Not in a negative way, but depending which of them you asked, they would tell you different things. Since that day at Boruto's house the two had sex almost every day. Occasionally at his house but more often than not, at their training ground up against a tree.
Chocho was a vocal person, not caring if someone were to have been on their way to train near them while they fucked. He learned that she was vocal, vigorous, and liked it rough. More often than not she would request he choke her while doing it, hard spanks, and tight hair pulling.
Boruto had begun to think maybe she was taking all of her inspiration from the Icha Icha series but had quickly discarded that idea. He didn't know how spot on he was. Chocho for her part was loving their relationship.
The sex was top tier and had her feeling like she was on cloud nine every single time. Her legs hardly functioned for a few minutes when they finished but that was her second favorite thing about it. Through their experimentation, she had found out she had developed a liking for the 'thrill'.
She knew Boruto was apprehensive about having sex out in their training field or his back yard since they were likely to be seen, but she really didn't care. When she was in the mood, there was nothing that would dissuade her from getting Boruto inside of her. It didn't matter to her where they were, or who could potentially be around, if she wanted it she would get it.
"Chocho are you listening?" Her mother asked her from across the dinner table. Scowling, Karui repeated herself. "I asked if you had plans today."
She tapped the table with a finger a few times as she thought. Boruto and her hadn't made plans but if their trend continued, there was a chance it would end with him on his back and her using him to get off. Not that she could tell her mother that, let alone her father.
"Nothing comes to mind. I don't have any missions and I'm not training today. I've met my goal for the most part." She replied.
Karui was proud of her daughter. Just as she had said, Chocho had stuck to her word and lost the weight she was upset with and had transformed herself into a kunoichi that looked like she gave a shit.
"Well then can you do a favor for me?" She asked. "I have a few shirts I got for your dad but they didn't fit. Can you return them and exchange them for a bigger size? You can even buy the new underwear you said you needed."
"Mom" She grumbled, covering her face.
"What? You should be happy. You said they fit kind of loose now right? Well go ahead and take care of that while you're at it." Karui finished.
"Fine, fine." She accepted. There went her plans, knowing her luck the store wouldn't have any cute pairs or they would all be sold out of the ones she did like. It always happened that way.
Taking a sip of her drink, an idea came to her. Her mom didn't say she had to go alone. If someone were to tag along, maybe the day wouldn't be lost. There had been a scene like that in the book she read where the main characters had done it in a public area. Not with people watching outright, but with enough nearby.
The woman had claimed there had been no feeling like it and she wanted to see if that was true. Her knees rubbed together subconsciously at the dinner table at the thought. She would need to send word out quickly.
An hour later she was on her way to the center of the village with her mom's bag in hand. The plan was simple, do the return, get the right article of clothing and then begin looking for her stuff. If she pulled things off correctly, she would also be experiencing the best thing since their first time. Their location for today? The dressing room. That would be the most privacy they would be afforded.
Coming up to the correct store, Chocho spotted a young man with brown hair and a black jacket. He felt her gaze on him and nodded in her direction which led to a smile on her part. Boruto was smart, he'd picked up on her likes and dislikes in the bedroom and perhaps her eagerness had tipped him off.
He said he wouldn't risk going in and getting caught doing something he shouldn't. As the son of the Hokage, the backlash he and his dad would face would be crazy and he didn't want to deal with that. Instead, he would join her under a disguise.
She agreed to it, but once they got behind closed doors, it would be coming right off along with his clothing.
"Hey." She greeted, casually strolling past him.
"Yo." He replied gruffly.
The two entered the feminine looking store. It was packed mostly with civilian women and the occasional husband looking bored and wanting to be anywhere else. The three employees looked slightly overwhelmed at the amount of people in the store today. One at the counter was manning the line trying to keep things moving, and the other two were dashing back and forth doing their best to help everyone they could.
Boruto shook his head, he would pick shinobi duties over this any day. He had to give credit where it was due though, the line was moving and they were quickly able to return the clothing and were then instructed to look around for the right pieces. They would have done it themselves but seeing as they were slammed, they regretfully told them it would be on them. That worked out just fine though.
"So what size is your dad?" Boruto asked, letting her put a shirt up to his chest as a reference.
"Much bigger than this." She put the shirt back. "I swear they have to specially order clothes for my dad or something, there's nothing here."
Walking around the store a bit longer, Chocho glanced at the dressing rooms and took note of how large the doors were and how much they revealed. Since it was a mostly women's clothing store, the doors came down to the floor meaning no one would see your feet or anything of the sort.
She didn't understand how the men's dressing rooms had a two foot gap between the bottom of the door and the ground.
The top of the door was relatively high but was still open meaning as much as she would love to scream at the top of her throat, she would need to at least tone it down some. Again, easier said than done.
"Do you see something?" Boruto asked, staring in the direction she was looking.
"Yeah but don't worry about it. Come on, let's check over there."
"Over there? The entire men's section is just this little corner over here. If they don't have it here I highly doubt they're going to have it in the…" He stretched his neck some. "Underwear section."
Chocho rolled her eyes. She was trying to be discreet in leading him in that direction but he wasn't seeing it. Pushing him from the back, she gave him a hard shove in that direction.
I'll just tell my mom they didn't have it and she can deal with it. Come on, I need new underwear. Some of mine have gotten too loose, and others have been ripped" The last word was said with bite.
There had been times where both of them were in such a hurry to put their hands on one another that their instincts got the best of them. She had once shredded one of his shirts and in turn, he had completely ripped a pair of her favorite panties. The grip he had on them should have alerted her but by the time she had realized what he was going to do, it was too late. The fabric had been torn and she had been exposed.
Any anger she would have felt towards him for it had disappeared a second later when his cock had entered her once again. She shook her head to rid herself of the memory, there would be plenty of times to live that once again in a bit. Now she just needed him to be as eager for it as she was, and she had just the idea to do so.
The two made their way to a large circular structure which had an assortment of different panties. Colors, sizes, opacity, anything you could think of, it was there. The one that first caught her attention were some black ones but upon picking them up, she instantly put them back down.
They were cute but all of them were basically thongs. Knowing how her mom was, the moment she got home she would want to see everything she bought. The thought of having to explain to her why she needed all the sexy underwear wasn't really appealing to her.
Karui wasn't an idiot, she likely already had an inclination that she was seeing someone. Teasing remarks about her looking happy, getting dressed up for someone, and the knowing looks she sent her all told her she was rapidly connecting the dots. It wouldn't be long before she realized who exactly was rearranging her guts but she would keep it secret as long as she could. Once they knew, more eyes would be on them.
Moving over with a huff, she grabbed some tiny shorts that had caught her attention and made her way in the direction of the fitting rooms. "Do you know how to use that camouflage jutsu?" She asked.
Boruto nodded.
"When no one is looking, use it and follow me." She ordered.
His eyes dashed back and forth. Everyone was too preoccupied worrying about their own business that when he saw his opportunity, he disappeared from sight. Chocho opened the door, making sure to leave it open longer than necessary and then closed it once they were both inside.
"Can't believe they didn't have any cute underwear." She grumbled under her breath. How on earth was it easier to find them when she was fat? Clothing was made more for thin people and yet she couldn't find anything?
Boruto smirked, knowing exactly how to cheer his girlfriend up. "It's not all that bad. It's alright if you don't wear any, you know? I know you'd look really sexy without them." He whispered in her ear.
Chocho felt her loins begin to moisten up at his words. He sure got into it faster than she thought he would. "ooh you like it when I don't wear any panties? That's hot." Shoving him onto the small bench inside the stall with her hip, she sensually began to remove the shorts she was already wearing. Her hips swayed in a hypnotic manner that was reminiscent of the way certain women danced for him on his eighteenth birthday.
She crouched lower and lower until she was grinding on his lap in nothing but her underwear. The clothing she was going to try on had been forgotten off to the side. Taking Boruto's hands, she placed them on her hips and continued to shift her weight and sway her hips from side to side.
Turning in place so that she could face him, she whispered. "God I love it when you touch me, Boruto." She could feel his growing erection through his clothes and knew he was almost ready.
Boruto's hands drop down to her barely covered ass, kneading and caressing each cheek lovingly. It didn't matter how many times he'd seen it or felt it, her ass was amazing. It was big and firm, much better than most girls around. Chocho smiled lewdly and began to slide off of him.
Her hands began to tug at his bottoms, letting him know exactly what she wanted. Boruto offered zero resistance to her actions and within seconds, his erection was once again on display. Just as he had been amazed with her ass, Chocho was once again staring in amazement at the size. With his disguise now dropped, the familiar tool was in her hand once more.
Her hand cupped his balls and she still struggled to contain them. "no matter how many times I see we've had sex it still surprises me how big you really are." She commented.
Boruto instinctually glanced around the enclosed room, listening in on the conversations around them. The voices were loud but most were a decent bit away from them. They couldn't get caught, not here at least.
Seeing his apprehensiveness, Chocho sprung into action. "Don't you want to be balls deep inside me? Fucking my brains out?" She questioned sexily. "Don't I deserve it? I've been on your mind for so long, driving you crazy... shouldn't I be rewarded for that?" she gave the head a tentative lick just for added effect.
Her words had the intended effect on the man. His cock twitched with excitement and his mind slowly began losing focus on the people around them, concentrating completely on the woman in front of him.
The sound of an older woman walking past them, chastising her young child, managed to break the temporary spell Chocho had on him. He stiffened up, and not in the way the woman would have liked. His eyes darted to the door and his hand gripped her head to keep her from moving.
Her eyes narrowed at the act. Just when she thought she had him… unfortunately for Boruto, Chocho had enough of waiting. In an attempt to spice things up even further, she had read the other books in the Icha Icha series and to say she had gotten some great ideas was selling her short. She knew just the words to get him going.
"Just slide your cock inside me... feel my pussy squeezing your cock!" she begged, leaning forward and kissing Boruto's jaw. It was too bad the author of those books was dead, otherwise she would have sent him a thank you letter for how good his advice was. The man's self control was waning and that was all she needed.
"Come on Boruto do it…" She pleaded. To help him out, she sat on his lap while rubbing her exposed womanhood along his rod. The nectar began easily lubing him up while he still tried to resist. Chocho had to admire his resilience as much as she was hating it.
"It's dangerous here Chocho." He said with very little conviction. His hands didn't seem to have gotten the message however, as they were busy once again playing with her supple ass.
It seemed she had no choice but to resort to the main lines from the book. They were a little over the top in her opinion but Boruto wasn't the most focused he'd ever been. His instincts were fighting to take over control of him and maybe this would do just the trick. Putting her head right next to his ear, she began whispering.
"Come on Boruto. Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" she whispered, her honey-tinged voice like a raging river, eroding the last of Boruto's resistance. "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Do it! Fuck me! Fuck my cunt! Do it! Make me scream! Do it! Fuck me! Make me your slut! Fuck me! Make me scream! Make me cum! Please! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!"
Her whispers were hushed but harsh. Were her words over the top? Yeah, but the books hadn't let her down yet and they wouldn't today. The last of the blond's resistance crumbled away and with a show of strength, he lifted the young woman up a few inches into the air and let her drop onto him.
His cock was positioned straight up, letting her easily impale herself on him on the way down. Chocho threw her head back and let out a sensual moan that was a bit too loud for comfort but neither of them cared much at the moment. Boruto was loving the way her pussy gripped onto him on the way up, not wanting to be separated from his member.
Chocho finally gained some composure and with a grin while licking her lips said "fuck me" as she kissed his cheek. Boruto had no issues complying.
The young man thrust his hips up and down, steadily working towards a good pace. Chocho made no effort to keep her voice down and groaned at the pleasurable sensations flowing through her. Her own hips began to grind hard and fast wanting to double or even triple what she was feeling. The small seat they were on was beginning to make noise with every bounce, no doubt it would soon alert someone to what was going on.
Her hands grabbed the back of his head and pulled them into her chest while she grinded on him. Trapped within the valley of her breasts, Boruto found he couldn't take enough air in but his hips didn't stop moving. With her hands still wrapped around his head, he could only somewhat make out what she was saying.
The influence those books had on her was on full display. If there was ever a movie based on the one she read, she would have been a lock in for the main role.
"Fuck! UGH! FUCK!" Chocho screams out, slamming herself into boruto roughly. "Ugh! Ugh! Yes! YES! YES! So fucking good! Holy shit! I love you baby! I fucking love you! I swear I do! I'll do everything for you! I'll dance for you! Get naked for you! Take it however you want it, whenever you want it, as hard as you want it! Mmmm... fuck! Fuck yes! I love it! I fucking love it! I love your big dick! YES!" She cried loudly.
The words came to a stop as suddenly as they started. Boruto's head was freed from its prison and the two focused completely on fulfilling each other's needs. Nothing but fucking the life out of the other filled their minds.
Boruto pumped his cock in and out of her tight cunt at blinding speeds as Chocho threw herself at him, slamming her body against his, both seeking the climax they needed to quench their mutual lust. As they copulated like wild beasts, so lost in each others' bodies, it took a few moments to realize that they had finally drawn attention.
There was a shadow at the bottom of the fitting room door, just standing in place. No doubt one of the employees was pressing her ear up against the door to confirm what was going on.
Stopping for a moment, Chocho stood up and pressed herself against the opposite wall while holding her fold open for him. It was too late to back out now. Pushing into her again, he continued thrusting.
Chocho screamed out in pleasure. "Baby... shit... baby... I wanna make you cum! I wanna make you cum, baby!" reaching far under her, she started to massage his balls from behind and that was the trigger for her man. As if a switch had been pressed, his seed began to fire out, making its way inside of her. It didn't even register to either that there had been no condom this time, it was skin to skin contact.
His orgasm triggered her own, keeping the two in place, both spasming for moments while their highs coursed through their bodies. Once it passed, both of them were on the verge of collapsing.
Boruto knew he should be worried about the employee telling her boss on them but he couldn't seem to focus on anything but recovering from his orgasm, and the same could be said for chocho. To his surprise, she was the first to recover and began to kiss him again. Their tongues began the familiar dance and that's when Chocho noticed his cock beginning to rise once more.
"You're worried about that employee aren't you?" She asked. "Want me to suck it instead?" Without waiting for a response, she took him into her mouth, completely unbothered by the fact that she was essentially tasting her cum mixed with his. Taking it completely down to the base, she hummed lightly adding a pleasing vibrating sensation to her throat. Her hands made themselves busy by fondling his balls at the same time in a gentle manner. Her eyes stayed on him the entire time even after she switched. Her hands were quickly stroking him while her mouth gave attention to the balls hanging down. First the left, then the right, making sure her tongue was seen as she knew he liked the display.
"Chocho, are you in there?" The two froze and with just a glance at each other, nodded. Boruto half dressed himself and activated his camouflage technique while Chocho made herself look somewhat presentable with only her top on.
Opening the door, she found her mother looking at her with a frown and peeking into the room only to see emptiness.
"What are you doing here?" Chocho asked. She tried not to make any indication of surprise when she felt something beginning to penetrate her once more.
"I remembered I needed to buy a couple of things too and I wasn't busy right now. Anyway don't take too long, we have dinner with Ino tonight and we need to get ready." Throughout the entire conversation, it took all the willpower she had not to let her voice out of her mouth. The soft feeling of being stretched and pounded repeatedly was difficult to ignore. Had her mom not left at that moment, she would've moaned.
One of the workers also passed by and peeked inside, looking thoroughly confused. A civilian most likely if she had to guess. That worked out for them, now her suspicion would be lowered but they weren't out of the woods yet. Once her mom had walked off in another direction, Chocho was all but dragged back into the room.
"I'm going to cum." He whispered, dropping the technique.
Chocho took his dick into her mouth to get a few licks and got on her knees and started jacking him off hard. Boruto could feel her very hot drool dripping on his balls and couldn't believe that she was his girlfriend. He really had struck gold with her.
Boruto could hear the sounds they were making and hoped that her mom couldn't hear them.
Chocho started whispering kindly to him. Endearing words that would give her another load. "C'mon, baby! Cum! Cum all over me! Tell me you love me, baby!" Chocho whispered harshly, bouncing her jiggling ass up and down making more noise bringing Boruto to the very edge.
That was all he needed and the first rope was shot out. Having anticipated this, Chocho opened her mouth and swallowed his entire length. Having shot out seemingly everything his balls could hold, Chocho began to let go of his length and sat back.
Staring up at him, she opened her mouth to show that she hadn't swallowed, instead she had kept it accumulating in her mouth for him to see. A few drops spilled out of the side of her mouth, staining her chin but she smiled through it. Closing her mouth, she swished the contents around and swallowed.
"See? I told you we wouldn't be caught." She teased. Grabbing the shorts, which had somehow made it through the entire ordeal without being stained once, she tossed them over her shoulders and got redressed.
"Come on, I still need to buy these. Can you sense if anyone is nearby?" She asked.
Boruto placed a hand on the ground and using a simple chakra pulse, waited until the coast was clear. Well, as clear as it could be in a full store. The advantage they had was that they were shinobi and the rest except for Karui wouldn't be able to track their speed. Her mom was on the other side of the room so they wouldn't need to worry about her.
Quietly unlocking the door, the two henged quickly and with speed only a shinobi could achieve, dashed out before anyone realized they were there. Appearing behind a young girl in a less crowded part of the store, the two dropped the henge and casually strolled over to the front to pay for the items.
"Ugh, can you believe it? Oh, hey Boruto. How are your parents?" Karui asked, getting in line behind them.
"They're good, kind of. What made you upset?" He asked, hoping she didn't know it was them.
"Apparently, some disgusting people were having sex in one of the fitting rooms." She said with disgust, not noticing the look on her daughter's face. "They even left all of their mess for those poor girls to clean up."
Boruto tried not to blush in embarrassment that they forgot to get rid of any evidence in their hurry to vacate the room. Chocho paid for her clothing and dragged the blond by the hand out of the store, ignoring her mother's reprimand for running.
"Sorry mom, I forgot I owed Boruto for spotting me food a while back. I'll see you later."
"Get back here young lady." Karui yelled out.
Chocho ignored her words and the two were finally out in the clear. Making their way to the rooftops, Boruto took a few deep breaths while holding onto his knees.
"I can't believe we really did that Chocho. What would have happened if your mom would've waited for us?" He asked in distress. Distress that wasn't at all shared by his girlfriend.
She waved him off with a careless shrug. "Then it would've ended differently but it didn't now did it? We didn't get caught just like I said we wouldn't." She said with triumph.
Boruto sighed and shook his head. There would definitely need to be a talk with her about these kinks of hers. He wasn't one to judge but some were too risky to be done with that many people around.
"Whatever. Let's just go get something to eat, now I'm hungry." He said. While she didn't particularly need fattening foods anymore like when she was fat, the thought of a good burger would have her make an exception for today.
"Alright since this was my idea, the least I can do is treat you to some food." She said, "Unless you want to eat something else…" She teased. "Kidding, kinda. Come on, let's go before it gets any later."
Following behind her, Boruto rested his hands behind his head and took a deep breath. He never thought he would be in a relationship this crazy but in a strange way, he liked the experience and wondered what other crazy ideas Chocho would come up with next.