Her Hands

Inspired by “The Ad” by MOMDOMINIQUE1. Used with direct permission.

"You're not going anywhere," Hinata murmured, her fingers tightening around Naruto's wrists as she pressed them deeper into the pillow. The shift in her voice—lower, rougher—sent a shiver down his spine. He squirmed beneath her, his smaller body dwarfed by hers, his hips jerking involuntarily as she rolled hers in slow, deliberate circles.

 

Naruto swallowed hard, his throat dry. At twelve, his voice hadn’t even cracked yet, and the sound that escaped him now was embarrassingly high-pitched. "H-Hinata—"

 

She cut him off with a sharp grin, one hand releasing his wrist to trail down his chest, her thumb brushing over a nipple. "You’re so cute like this," she cooed, her other hand still pinning him effortlessly. The contrast was dizzying—her full, womanly curves against his skinny, barely-pubescent frame, her strength undeniable as she kept him right where she wanted him.

 

His face burned. He could feel himself twitching inside her, his cock impossibly small compared to how she stretched around him—yet somehow, impossibly, she was still dripping, still rocking against him with lazy, practiced motions. Hinata’s breath hitched as she leaned forward, her breasts pressing against his bare chest, her lips grazing his ear. "You’re not allowed to come yet," she murmured, and Naruto whined, high and thin, his hips jerking helplessly beneath her.

 

The television flickered in the background, volume low but unmistakable—some infomercial about male enhancement, or maybe the opposite. Naruto barely registered it, his focus narrowing to the heat of Hinata’s body, the way her thighs flexed around his hips as she lifted herself just enough to tease him. "H-Hinata," he gasped again, his voice cracking mid-plea, his fingers clutching at the sheets.

 

Naruto and Hinata shared an age fetish where Naruto and Hinata would alternatively transform into their selves and have sex. Tonight it was Naruto's turn, and he was currently transformed into his 12-year-old body while Hinata sexually dominated him with her fully mature 35-year-old self as she rode his pre-teen cock.

 

The paradox never ceased to amaze her. Naruto’s cock was barely half the length and girth of his adult self—a twitching, pinkish little thing that should have been comical nestled between her thighs. Yet every time she sank down onto him, her body lit up like a wildfire. The stretch was negligible, but the *sensation*—god, the sensation was obscene. His preteen shaft rubbed against places inside her that his thicker, adult version simply couldn’t reach with the same precision as his long length simply bypassed. It was like he was tailor-made to hit that spongy patch of nerves just behind her pubic bone, the one that made her toes curl and her vision blur.

 

Fortunately for both of their sanities—as well as their freedom and social standing in the village—neither of them were actually attracted to young children. The thought alone made Hinata’s stomach twist with revulsion whenever it flickered at the edge of her mind. It wasn’t about *them*, the faceless, innocent kids running through the academy gates or playing in the market. It was about *this*—the impossible, electric thrill of contradiction, of Naruto’s familiar eyes burning with adult hunger in a boy’s face, his voice cracking mid-moan as his hips stuttered beneath her. The way his hands, small but calloused from years of training, clutched at her thighs with the same desperate need as his older self. It was *him*, always him, just… compressed. A fantasy reshaped, not a reality twisted.

 

Hinata moaned, her head tipping back as Naruto's pre-teen cock continued to rub against her g-spot with every shallow thrust. Her free hand slid down her own stomach, fingers spreading through the damp thatch of curls before finding her clit with practiced precision. She circled it slowly at first, just enough to make Naruto’s breath hitch beneath her—his wide, blue eyes locked onto the movement of her fingers like a starving man watching a feast.

 

She felt Naruto twitch inside her—a frantic, involuntary little spasm that made her lips curl into a devilish smirk. She clenched down *hard*, her inner muscles clamping around his pitifully small cock with punishing force, and the resulting noise he made was downright *delicious*—a strangled, high-pitched whimper that dissolved into a gasp.

 

Hinata had given birth twice—twice—and yet somehow, impossibly, her cunt remained *lethal*. The midwives had murmured about it after Himawari’s birth, how her pelvic floor snapped back like a kunai trap. Right now, with Naruto’s pitifully small cock twitching inside her, she flexed those muscles just to watch his eyes roll back, his boyish mouth falling open in a silent scream.

 

She’d honed this particular skill like a kunai throw—deadly precision disguised as effortless grace. She could milk Naruto dry in seconds if she wanted, or deny him entirely with nothing but the flex of muscle. Right now, she chose the latter, clamping down just as his breath hitched in that telltale way, his hips bucking wildly beneath her. His choked-off whine was music to her ears. "Nuh-uh," she purred, rolling her hips in slow, taunting circles, her inner walls fluttering *just* enough to tease. "Did I say you could?"

 

Naruto's entire body convulsed beneath her, his small frame trembling like a leaf caught in a storm. His cock throbbed pathetically inside her, trapped in the vice grip of her muscles, his release snatched away before it could even crest. Tears welled in his blue eyes, spilling over as he shook his head frantically, his lips forming silent pleas that dissolved into shuddering gasps.

 

Hinata’s pulse roared in her ears like a waterfall, her breath coming in shallow, controlled bursts as she watched Naruto unravel beneath her. The flush crawling up his chest, the way his Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed back another whimper—*hers*. Every twitch, every gasp, every tear clinging to his blond lashes was a testament to her control, and the rush of it was headier than any sake. In the daylight, she was gentle. Polite. The Hyūga clan’s quiet heiress, the Hokage’s doting wife. But here, with Naruto’s smaller body pinned beneath hers, she was something else entirely.

 

Her fingers tightened in his hair—softer than his adult self’s, still baby-fine—and she tugged just hard enough to make him cry out. The sound skittered down her spine like a kunai scraping bone. “Look at you,” she murmured, her voice dripping with saccharine condescension. “Twitching like a little rabbit caught in a snare.” She punctuated the taunt with a slow, grinding roll of her hips, savoring the way his cock jumped inside her, trapped between the unrelenting pressure of her walls and the cruel, leisurely pace she set.

 

The sheer dominance, the control, the power. This was Hinata in her element, and it was completely intoxicating. Every whimper Naruto choked out, every tear streaking his flushed cheeks, every desperate squirm of his hips—each was a note in a symphony she conducted with her body alone. His cock, trapped inside her like a mouse in a serpent’s coils, pulsed uselessly as she denied him release again and again, her inner muscles flexing with sadistic precision. She could feel the way his thighs trembled against hers, the way his breath hitched every time she clenched down just a fraction tighter.

 

Hinata's breath hitched as she focused her chakra, letting the energy pool low in her abdomen before sending it spiraling through her vaginal walls in slow, deliberate pulses. The effect was instantaneous—her already scorching heat ratcheted up several degrees, turning her slick flesh into a molten vice around Naruto's trapped cock.

 

Naruto's pleas dissolved into a muffled, wet gasp as Hinata's adult-sized tongue plunged past his lips, filling his child-sized mouth with the slick, overwhelming heat of hers. His small hands fluttered where they were still pinned by her much larger one above his head—half-hearted protests that only made her groan into the kiss, her hips grinding down harder as she swallowed his pathetic whimpers whole. She could taste the salt of his tears on her tongue, feel the way his jaw trembled beneath hers, his preteen body shuddering as she dominated him from the inside out. His cock, still trapped inside her, throbbed in time with each desperate little noise he made, each vibration of his throat as she fucked his mouth with the same slow, merciless rhythm as her hips.

 

Hinata broke the kiss with a wet, obscene pop, a thick string of saliva connecting their lips in a lewd display as she pulled back. Naruto's desperate, tear-streaked face stared up at her, his chest heaving as his cock twitched pathetically inside her—still trapped, still denied. The sight sent a fresh wave of heat crashing through her, her clit throbbing in time with the pulsing of his tiny shaft. She dragged her thumb across his swollen lower lip, collecting the spit she’d smeared there, and pressed it slowly into his mouth. His tongue darted out instinctively, laving at her skin with kittenish licks, his blue eyes wide and pleading.

 

The moment Hinata relaxed her pelvic muscles, Naruto’s entire body arched off the bed like a bowstring snapping. His cock—so small, so impossibly young—twitched violently inside her as the first spurt of cum rocketed out with enough force to make her gasp. It hit her cervix with a wet *slap*, the sensation so sudden and intense that her own orgasm crashed into her like a rogue wave, her cunt clamping down reflexively around him again this time milking his boy cock for all he was worth. Naruto’s hips pistoned wildly, his small hands scrabbling at her own where he still pinned his down to the bed as rope after rope of thick, potent, pearly Uzumaki seed shot deep into her, each pulse accompanied by a high, broken wail that sounded more like a sob than a moan.

 

Hinata’s orgasm ripped through her like a wildfire—wave after wave of white-hot pleasure radiating from where Naruto’s tiny cock pulsed inside her, each twitch triggering fresh spasms that coiled tighter and tighter until she was certain she’d split apart at the seams. Her thighs trembled violently around his narrow hips, her cunt fluttering in rapid, involuntary contractions as Naruto’s cum—hot and impossibly thick for his preteen body—spilled deep into her with every shuddering thrust. The sheer *wrongness* of it, the obscene contradiction of his youthful frame producing *that*, sent another jagged bolt of pleasure straight to her clit, her climax stuttering into a second, sharper peak.

 

Moments like these always produced some of Hinata's best orgasms, and this one was no different—each shuddering pulse of Naruto's preteen cock inside her sent fresh tremors ricocheting through her body, her climax spiraling tighter until she couldn't tell where his pleasure ended and hers began. His cum—thick, almost *adult* in its potency despite his boyish frame—filled her in hot, rhythmic spurts, each one wringing another broken cry from his throat and another vicious clench from her cunt. She rode him through it, her hips rolling in slow, grinding circles even as his twitching cock grew oversensitive, his small hands scrabbling weakly at her wrists where she still pinned him down. The bed beneath them was a mess of sweat and spilled slickness, the sheets tangled around Naruto's thrashing legs like restraints.

 

Hinata collapsed forward, her sweat-slicked chest pressing flush against Naruto's smaller frame as she fought to catch her breath. Beneath her, Naruto's cock—still embarrassingly hard despite the brutal milking she'd just subjected him to—twitched weakly inside her, sending little aftershocks of pleasure radiating through her oversensitive walls. Her fingers traced the sharp jut of his hipbone, marveling at how easily her palm spanned the narrow width of his preteen pelvis.

 

Hinata exhaled slowly through her nose, her lips curling into a satisfied smirk as she felt Naruto’s cock—still stubbornly erect—twitch inside her spent cunt. The absurdity of it sent a fresh ripple of amusement through her; twelve-year-old stamina was *legendary*, even when that twelve-year-old body housed Naruto’s thirty-something mind. She shifted her hips experimentally, delighting in the way his breath hitched, his small hands flexing against the sheets like he was resisting the urge to grab her. "Still hard?" she purred, rolling her pelvis in a slow, taunting circle. "You really *are* insatiable."

 

Hinata exhaled slowly through her nose, her lips curling into a satisfied smirk as she felt Naruto’s cock—still stubbornly erect—twitch inside her spent cunt. The absurdity of it sent a fresh ripple of amusement through her; twelve-year-old stamina was *legendary*, even when that twelve-year-old body housed Naruto’s thirty-something mind.

 

No matter the facts, the contrast was and always will be obscene—her swollen, well-used cunt stretched around his pitifully small shaft, her inner walls fluttering with occasional aftershocks as she kept him buried to the hilt.She shifted her hips experimentally, delighting in the way his breath hitched, his small hands flexing against the sheets like he was resisting the urge to grab her. "Still hard?" she purred, rolling her pelvis in a slow, taunting circle. "You really *are* insatiable."

 

Their roleplay over, Naruto went to undo his transformation but was stopped by Hinata. "No, wait—stay like that," Hinata breathed, still pinning Naruto's wrists to the mattress. "I want to luxuriate a little while longer before you turn back." Her fingers tightened possessively around his slim wrists, her thumbs pressing into the delicate bones there—so fragile compared to her own. Naruto shuddered beneath her, his cock twitching weakly inside her, still half-hard despite the brutal orgasm she'd wrung from him moments ago. The sight of him—flushed, panting, his blond hair sticking to his forehead with sweat—sent a fresh thrill down her spine.

 

Naruto’s breath stuttered as Hinata’s fingers tightened around his wrists, her nails—gentle but insistent—digging crescent moons into his skin. The transformation chakra flickered uselessly at his fingertips, fizzling out under her command. He whined, high and thin, his hips squirming beneath her weight. "H-Hinata—I’m all sticky," he protested, his voice cracking on the last word, his face flushing at the childish sound.

 

"And I'm no different so you can cuddle a little while longer," Hinata replied as she finally released his wrist only to grab his much smaller frame and roll them both over so Naruto was laying on top of her with his head nestled between her breasts. His startled yelp dissolved into a muffled groan as his face disappeared into the pillowy softness of her cleavage, his cock—still embarrassingly erect—twitching in her soiled cunt. Hinata chuckled, low and throaty, her fingers carding through his damp blond hair with possessive gentleness. "So small," she murmured, more to herself than to him, her thumb tracing the shell of his ear with idle fascination.

 

"You're such a freak," Naruto teased, his voice muffled against the pillowy warmth of Hinata's breasts before he nuzzled deeper, inhaling the musk of sweat and sex clinging to her skin. His small hands splayed across her ribcage, fingers twitching like he couldn't decide whether to push away or cling tighter. Hinata exhaled through her nose—a slow, amused sound—before leaning down so close that her dark hair curtained them both in a cocoon of privacy. "Says the guy who *likes* it," she murmured, her breath hot against the shell of his ear. Then, sharp as a kunai, her teeth closed around his earlobe, biting just hard enough to make his hips jerk reflexively against hers.

 

Hinata’s fingers stilled in Naruto’s hair as the saccharine voice from the television slithered into the room. "Tired of your son’s rebellious ways?" The woman’s tone dripped with faux concern, syrupy and cloying. "His porn addiction? His plan to grow up, leave you, and start his own family one day?" Naruto tensed beneath her, his breath hitching as the words curled around them like smoke. Hinata’s lips twitched—not quite a smile, but something sharper, darker. Her thumb traced the shell of Naruto’s ear absently as the commercial continued, her other hand tightening possessively around his wrist.

 

"Well, now, there’s a solution to all that. Testi-Gone!" The word burst from the speakers with a jingle so cheerful it bordered on grotesque. A garish pink and blue bottle spun across the screen, emblazoned with cartoonish testicles crossed out in red. “Testi-Gone works differently. There’s no painful cutting, crushing, banding, or stomping,” the ad continued. With each phrase, there was an accompanying image of surgical scissors, a burdizzo, a tight black band, and then finally a woman’s high heeled shoe.

 

Naruto’s choked gasp was muffled against her chest, his small body going rigid above her as he also turned his head and began watching the ad. Hinata exhaled slowly, her pulse thrumming with something between amusement and hunger. She could feel the frantic flutter of his heartbeat against her ribs, the way his cock—still trapped inside her—twitched in dark desire.

 

'What the hell!' Naruto thought, his pulse hammered against his ribs, his small hands clutching at Hinata's sides as the commercial's implications sank in. *How are they able to sell something like that?* His thoughts raced, torn between horror and a dark, squirming thrill that curled low in his belly. They'd joked about it—whispered fantasies in the dark where he'd kneel at her feet, smooth between his legs, forever her perfect little boy. But this—this was *real*. A product. A solution. His cock twitched traitorously inside her, still half-hard despite the orgasm she'd wrung from him moments ago.

 

“With Testi-Gone, you simply apply cream to the scrotum, and then watch the testicles dissolve quickly and painlessly,” explained the ad, showing an older woman reaching out and rubbing the cream into a younger man’s sac.

 

Hinata's breath hitched as the commercial's words slithered deeper into her mind, wrapping around something primal she'd spent years ignoring. Her fingers tightened reflexively around Naruto's wrist—not enough to hurt, never enough to hurt—but enough to feel the rabbit-quick pulse beneath his skin. That had always been the line, hadn't it? The unspoken rule etched into every fantasy: pleasure without pain, power without permanence. Until now.

 

Their breaths hitched in unison as the young man on-screen arched his back, his face twisting in a mixture of shock and dazed surrender while his testicles visibly shrank beneath the woman’s fingers. The camera lingered, unflinching, as the sac deflated like a punctured balloon, the skin tightening until only smooth, empty flesh remained. Hinata’s nails dug into Naruto’s wrist—not enough to break skin, but enough to pin him in place as the reality of what they were watching crashed over them. The disclaimer at the bottom of the screen glowed neon: *Real footage. Not simulated.*

 

 “Before you know it, your son has been transformed into a docile, gentle little eunuch.”

 

Naruto knew he should have looked away. Should have reached for the remote, should have *stopped* this—but his cock, still embarrassingly hard despite his earlier release, had other ideas. His hips jerked involuntarily against Hinata’s, his preteen shaft sliding through the mess of their combined fluids with a wet, obscene squelch. On screen, the blond-haired, blue-eyed boy—*so eerily like him*—arched his back with a silent scream as the woman’s fingers massaged his shrinking sac. The skin tightened, the bulge beneath it vanishing like snow in sunlight, until there was nothing left but smooth, empty flesh.

 

Naruto-kun..." Hinata moaned as her husband's spent cock completely hardened inside her soiled sheath, the sudden resurgence of his erection making her inner walls flutter in surprise. The contrast was dizzying—his prepubescent frame trembling atop her while his cock throbbed with adult intensity, the paradoxical sensation sending fresh heat pooling low in her belly. Her fingers tightened in his damp hair as she watched the television screen over his shoulder, where the blonde boy—so unnervingly similar to Naruto—arched his back in silent ecstasy as his testicles dissolved beneath the woman's fingers.

 

"Hinata!" Naruto moaned right back, his voice cracking mid-cry as her cunt clenched down on his cock like a velvet vise. His hips jerked forward of their own accord, his small body moving with frantic, instinctive thrusts—shallow at first, then deeper as Hinata’s thighs tightened around his narrow waist, her inner walls fluttering in deliberate pulses that milked him ruthlessly. The sensation was overwhelming; her heat, her slickness, the way her body swallowed him whole despite his pitiful size. Every drag of his cock against her walls sent sparks shooting up his spine, his breath coming in ragged, high-pitched gasps.

 

“Side effects may include sterility, erectile dysfunction, loss of muscle mass and bone density, and the absence of male pattern baldness,” the narrator's voice concluded cheerfully, as if listing the benefits of a spa treatment. But instead of fading to black, the screen flickered to a brightly lit studio set, where a middle-aged woman in a pastel pantsuit clapped her hands together. "But don’t just take our word for it!" she chirped as apparently wasn't a simple commercial ad but a full half hour informercial as testimonial after testimonial began to play out.

 

The screen changed as the first testimonial began—a middle-aged woman with a severe bun and a smile that didn't reach her eyes. "My Brandon used to stay out all night with *girls*," she said, lip curling around the word like it was a disease. The camera cut to footage of a lanky teenager scowling in a leather jacket before panning back to the woman, now cradling a framed photo of the same boy, but softer, rounder, *smaller*. "Now he spends his evenings knitting with me. No more dirty magazines under his mattress. No more *urges*." She leaned forward conspiratorially. "Last week, he asked if we could adopt a cat."

 

The screen flickered—a grainy home video this time, shaky footage of a scowling teenager in a dirty wife-beater smoking on a porch. Then cut to: the same boy, but softer, his shoulders narrower, his jawline blurred by baby fat. He sat primly on a couch, hands folded in his lap, knees pressed tight together beneath a too-big sweater. A balding man in a polo shirt clapped him on the shoulder. "Tyler here knocked up my little girl last year," he said, grinning like he'd won the lottery. The boy flinched. "Now look at him!" The camera zoomed in mercilessly on Tyler's smooth crotch, the fabric of his sweatpants conspicuously flat. "No more trouble-making, no more *fathering*. Just a sweet little houseboy who helps with the dishes and folds my underwear." Tyler's lips trembled into a smile that didn't reach his eyes.

 

Another testimonial —this time of a dimly lit kitchen where a woman in a silk robe stood with her arms crossed, her manicured nails tapping against her elbow. "My husband thought he could get away with it," she said, voice dripping with venom. The camera cut to shaky footage of a man—mid-forties, salt-and-pepper hair—pressed against a hotel room wall, his pants around his ankles as a younger woman knelt between his legs. The wife’s voiceover continued, icy calm: "Caught him red-handed with his secretary. Or should I say... *red-sacked*."

 

The screen flickered again—another testimonial, this time a dimly lit bedroom where a girl no older than sixteen perched on the edge of a twin bed, her knees pressed together beneath a pleated skirt. The camera zoomed in on her smug smile as she twirled a lock of hair around her finger. "I caught Dylan sniffing my panties," she said, her voice sugar-sweet. Behind her, a lanky boy—maybe nineteen—flinched, his face burning crimson as the camera panned to his trembling hands. "He was *jerking off* to them," she added with theatrical disgust, leaning forward to whisper, "*Twice a day.*"

 

Hinata’s breath caught as the girl on-screen leaned closer, her smile sharp enough to draw blood. "I told him," she purred, fingers tightening around the boy’s wrist in a mirror of Hinata’s own grip on Naruto, "he could either let me tell Dad… or he could give me something better." The camera cut to the boy—Dylan—his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed hard, his free hand hovering over his crotch in a futile attempt to shield himself. The girl’s voice dropped to a whisper, venomous and sweet: "My virginity. For his balls."

 

The screen flickered again—a soft-spoken woman with dark hair styled in a neat bob appeared, her hands folded primly in her lap. She wore a modest blouse buttoned to the throat, her posture impeccable, yet something in her quiet confidence sent a shiver down Naruto’s spine.

 

"My husband was always... restless," she began, voice honeyed with faux sweetness. "Too much energy, too many *urges*." Her lips curled around the word like it was something distasteful. The camera cut to grainy footage of a man—broad-shouldered, rugged—lifting weights in a garage, sweat glistening on his bare chest. Then it snapped back to the woman, her fingers tracing the rim of a teacup with deliberate precision. "But he *wanted* to be good for me. To be... *quieter*."

 

Naruto whimpered against Hinata’s chest as the footage changed—showing the same man, smaller now, kneeling at the woman’s feet in pressed slacks and a cardigan. His hands trembled as he poured her tea, his once-sharp jawline softened, his shoulders narrower beneath the fabric. The woman reached down to pat his head with the absent affection one might show a well-trained pet.

 

"He gave me the best gift a woman could ever ask for." The woman on-screen sighed, her manicured fingers drifting to the hollow of her throat in a gesture so performative it made Hinata’s skin prickle. The camera cut abruptly—no transition, no fade—to the man kneeling in front of her chair with his face buried in her sex as he ate her out. His shoulders were narrower than in the earlier footage, his movements precise and worshipful as his tongue traced slow circles around her clit. The woman’s sigh melted into a moan, her fingers tightening in his neatly combed hair—so different from the wild, sweat-drenched locks he’d had before.

 

The screen flickered through a montage of transformations—teenage boys shrinking into soft-cheeked youths, burly men melting into slender figures with docile smiles, husbands kneeling at wives’ feet with freshly emptied sacs. Each testimonial bled into the next with eerie smoothness, the infomercial’s pacing hypnotic in its repetition. *Real Patients and Customers. Not Paid Actors* pulsed at the bottom of the screen like a heartbeat, the letters bold and unchanging despite the parade of horrors above it.

 

Throughout the entire infomercial, Naruto's hips moved in shallow, stuttering thrusts. His boyish cock sliding through the slick mess of Hinata's cunt with wet, obscene sounds as they both played out each fantasy in their minds. His breath came in ragged gasps—half-formed pleas dissolving into whimpers as Hinata's thighs tightened around his narrow waist, her inner walls fluttering in deliberate pulses that milked him ruthlessly. The television's glow painted their sweat-slicked bodies in garish hues, the flickering screen casting shadows that made Naruto's youthful frame seem even smaller beneath Hinata's sprawled dominance.

 

The screen flickered again, this time focusing on a well-lit studio where a woman in her late forties sat primly on a cream-colored couch. She crossed her legs at the ankle, her floral sundress draping elegantly over her knees as she smoothed her blonde bob with manicured fingers. "Of course my viewers shouldn't be denied my own story to tell..." Her voice—that same saccharine narrator's tone from the commercial—now carried a predatory edge as the camera panned to reveal a teenage boy squirming beside her. His khaki shorts were tented conspicuously, his tanned thighs pressed tightly together as he avoided looking directly into the lens.

 

"My name is Jill," the woman said, her voice dripping with a sweetness that made Hinata's toes curl against the sheets. On-screen, Jill's fingers traced the knee of the squirming boy beside her—Jimmy, she'd called him—her manicured nails pressing just hard enough to leave pale crescents in his tanned skin before letting go. "And this is my son."

 

"I caught him masturbating to this very ad right after I showed it to him," Jill confessed with a conspiratorial lean toward the camera as the boy squirmed beside her. The studio lights caught the sheen of sweat on his forehead—a thin, nervous glisten that made Hinata's own pulse stutter in recognition. "He tried to explain," Jill continued, her lips curling around the word like it was something distasteful, "but I never gave him the chance." On screen, Jimmy's throat worked around a silent gulp, his Adam's apple bobbing beneath the collar of his polo shirt.

 

"I called him out on being aroused by my voice-over," Jill purred. The camera zoomed in mercilessly on the damp patch darkening his khaki shorts, the fabric tented obscenely over his trapped erection. "When he admitted how hot it was—" Her fingers tightened, nails biting into tender flesh just as the footage cut to Jimmy's slack-jawed face, his lips parted around a silent gasp. "—I couldn't help but volunteer to help him by reenacting the commercial as I applied Testi-Gone to his own balls."

 

Jimmy's chuckle was high and nervous, cracking mid-sentence. "Mom thought I could feature in the next ad," he said, voice wavering between embarrassment and something darker, more eager. His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed hard. "Give a Testi-monial... Get it?" The pun landed with a wet squelch—Hinata's hips jerked involuntarily beneath Naruto's smaller frame at the sound, her inner walls clamping down around his still-hard cock as Jimmy's punchline echoed through their bedroom.

 

"I couldn't help but be interested in experiencing Testi-Gone first hand, and from the excitement and mischief was clear in my mother's eyes she was even more eager." Jimmy's breath hitched on-screen as he leaned forward—his hands dropping to his thighs, voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper that made Naruto's cock twitch inside Hinata's still-clenching walls. "She had the jar *already in her pocket*," he confessed. "She pulled it out before confidently striding towards me—" Jimmy's voice cracked—"and pushed me back onto my bed before I could even think and pulled my pants down."

 

Jimmy looked down, his blush deepening. "Mom started reciting the commercial’s script, her voice washing over me like a warm blanket. Each word sent shivers down my spine and straight to my cock." His fingers twitched against his thighs, the memory tightening his throat. "I watched her open the jar," Jimmy's voice trembled on-screen.  "Then she dipped her fingers into the minty cream before she began to rub it into my scrotum as she continued reciting the ad: *With Testi-Gone, you simply apply cream to the scrotum, and then watch the testicles dissolve quickly and painlessly.*"

 

"I couldn't look away, mom's voice was somehow both maternal and eerily seductive—her tone taking on an intimate cadence that sent waves of pleasure through me as she leaned in closer." Jimmy's voice cracked as he spoke. On-screen, his legs shifted tighter together beneath the studio lights, his knees pressing until the fabric of his khakis strained. "*Before you know it, your son has been transformed into a docile, gentle little eunuch*," he repeated, voice dropping to a whisper that made Naruto's cock twitch violently inside Hinata's clenching walls. "Even now I shudder at the words."

 

Jimmy's breath hitched on-screen, his fingers twitching against his thighs as he visibly lost himself in the memory. "*Side effects include...*" he began, voice trembling with the same hushed reverence as someone reciting scripture. His mother—Jill—leaned forward on the studio couch, her manicured fingers tightening around his wrist as she prompted him with a nudge. "Go on, sweetheart."

 

"I asked her to just repeat the last part over again," Jimmy breathed, his voice cracking mid-sentence as his thighs trembled beneath the studio lights. The camera zoomed in on his flushed face, capturing the way his eyelashes fluttered at the memory. "Causing mom to look pleased." His lips parted around a silent gasp as he squirmed on the couch, the damp spot on his khakis spreading. He was completely lost in the moment of the memory now, his fingers twisting the fabric of his polo shirt tighter.

 

“*Before you know it, your son has been transformed into a docile, gentle little eunuch.* Her voice was like a siren's song, both calming and incredibly arousing, causing my dick to begin drooling precum.” Jimmy's confession hung thick in the air, his voice cracking under the weight of his own arousal. Naruto whimpered against Hinata’s chest, his hips twitching involuntarily as the words slithered into his mind, wrapping around some dark, untouched corner of his psyche.

 

“*Before you know it, your son has been transformed into a docile, gentle little…*” mom repeated one last time as she leaned in close, and said the final word extra slowly, in a breathy whisper. “*Eunuch.*” Jim desperately gulped in air as he finished his story. "The words caused me to have the most powerful orgasm of my life as I spurted everywhere as I felt my balls finally dissolve in my mother's loving hands."

 

Hinata's breath hitched—not from surprise, but from the sheer *rightness* of Naruto's plea. Her fingers tightened in his damp blond hair, nails scraping his scalp just hard enough to make him whimper against her chest. The words curled on her tongue, heavy with promise. "Before you know it," she murmured, voice dripping with honeyed dominance, "Naruto..." His name rolled off her lips like a secret, something sacred and filthy all at once.  She curled forward, her lips brushing the shell of his ear as she finished the thought, her voice dropping to a whisper that sent shivers down his spine: "*You'll* be transformed into *my* docile, gentle little..." She paused, savoring the way his breath stuttered against her skin, his entire body trembling beneath her hands. "*Eunuch.*"

 

As Hinata uttered that last word her voice dropped to a whisper so intimate it prickled the fine hairs on Naruto's nape. Then her body moved, instinct and dominance fused into one brutal motion: she bore down, squeezing her tight, toned cunt like a vice around his trapped cock. The sudden pressure was catastrophic—Naruto back arched violently as Hinata's cunt clamped down like a vise—every muscle in his prepubescent body locking tight as his orgasm ripped through him with terrifying force.

 

His scream cracked mid-note, dissolving into a high, reedy wail as his cock twitched helplessly inside her, pumping thick ropes of cum deep into her spasming walls triggering her own orgasm. The sensation was unbearable—her chakra-enhanced muscles milking him dry, each pulse dragging another shuddering spurt from his overtaxed body until tears streaked his flushed cheeks.

 

~*~

 

From that day forward, the ad and more importantly the product it represented became a dark obsession for the both of them. They recorded both the short ad and the longer infomercial and made sure to play it during all of their future role-playing. The grainy footage took on a ritualistic quality—Hinata would cue it up with precise, almost ceremonial movements while Naruto squirmed in anticipation, his youthful form already trembling beneath her gaze. They memorized every inflection of Jill's voice, every shuddering breath from Jimmy's confession, until the script lived under their skin like a second pulse.

 

The Testi-Gone infomercial became their secret scripture, rewound and replayed until the VHS tape grew fuzzy at the edges. Sometimes, she’d him muttering Jill’s lines under his breath in the shower as more than likely imagined the soap as the cream as he jacked off. Other times she’d find him kneeling by the TV with a notebook, scribbling down timestamps where Jimmy’s voice broke mid-confession or pausing the video when the camera had zoomed in on Jimmy’s freshly emptied sac. She had even woken up several times to the sound of Naruto murmuring in his sleep, begging her to use the cream on his balls just as Jimmy’s mother had.

 

From there, simple things began to manifest during their role-play. It started off with Naruto first shaving all his body hair, then having all his body hair below his head permanently removed—just to make him look more like a younger boy and sometimes, when he used the transformation jutsu, a ballless eunuch.

 

The razor’s edge kissed Naruto’s skin for the first time on a Sunday evening—methodical strokes that left his privates smooth as a child’s, the foam dissolving along with every trace of adulthood. Hinata had watched from the doorway, her knuckles whitening around the frame as the blade scraped around his cock, taking the pubic hair that defined him as a man. Naruto’s breath hitched when it grazed the delicate skin near his newly hairless groin. "S-so weird," he’d laughed, voice cracking as he rinsed the razor under the tap. But his cock twitched against his belly, betraying him.

 

But the excitement for both of them had been undeniable the first time Hinata ran her fingers over his smooth, hairless body. She’d paused, her nails digging in just enough to make him whimper. "Better," she’d murmured, her voice thick with approval, and Naruto had shuddered, his cock standing tall and proud as it twitched against her hip like a divining rod seeking her praise. The absence of hair made every inch of him hypersensitive—her fingertips tracing the dip of his pelvis felt like branding irons, each touch searing into his memory. When her hand slid lower, possessively cupping his ball sack, Naruto’s breath hitched so sharply it bordered on pain.

 

Of course, the guys had ribbed him mercilessly the first time they'd visited the hot springs together—the guys booming laughs bouncing off the cedar panels as Naruto stepped into the steaming water with all the confidence of a man who'd forgotten he no longer had pubic hair. Kiba's wolfish grin widened as his eyes zeroed in on Naruto's smooth groin. "Damn, Uzumaki," he crowed, splashing water in his direction, "you forget how puberty works?" The others had erupted into laughter, all except Shikamaru, who merely raised an eyebrow before sinking deeper into the water with a muttered "troublesome."

 

Naruto had barely managed to stammer out his excuse—*"Feels better when I'm training!"*—before Rock Lee's eyes lit up with manic enthusiasm. The green-clad ninja had seized him by the shoulders with enough force to make Naruto's teeth rattle. "A youthful pursuit of aerodynamic excellence!" Lee proclaimed, tears streaming down his face as he dragged Naruto toward the training grounds. "Let us synchronize our hairless forms beneath the sunset!"

 

Needless to say, that was the end of that line of questioning...

 

Other times, Hinata would catch Naruto mid-performance—his reflection frozen in the bedroom mirror with his thighs pressed together, his balls tucked neatly between them to create that smooth, boyish silhouette. He'd pinch the skin of his scrotum just so, testing the illusion, his breathing shallow as he turned to admire the effect from different angles. The first time she'd walked in on him like this, he'd startled so violently he nearly toppled over—but now, weeks later, he'd simply hold the pose, his cheeks flushing darker as her footsteps paused behind him.

 

It was a look that never failed to arouse Hinata.

 

Of course, Naruto tucking his balls wasn't practical—not when a stray kunai could undo years of careful illusion in one misplaced strike. The solution came to him during a particularly grueling training session, sweat dripping down his hairless groin as he dodged Kakashi's attacks. Between panting breaths, it struck him: if he could transform into a younger version of himself, why not refine the jutsu further?

 

The first time Naruto activated the modified jutsu, the sensation was less like transformation and more like forgetting—the sudden absence of weight between his thighs so jarring he nearly stumbled. He'd practiced in secret for days, tweaking the chakra flow until his scrotum collapsed inward seamlessly, leaving only smooth skin where his testicles should be. When he finally showed Hinata, her breath hitched audibly. Her fingers trembled as they traced the hollow of his groin, her nails scraping lightly over skin that no longer tightened at her touch. "Perfect," she whispered, and the way her voice cracked on the word made his cock twitch against his belly, impossibly hard despite the emptiness beneath.

 

That lead immediately to his next problem—getting hard. While medications existed to allow males to have and maintain erections, for their experimenting, they wanted the exact opposite. The irony wasn’t lost on Naruto: months of chasing the fantasy of being rendered helplessly, permanently aroused, only to now crave the precise absence of it. Hinata’s fingers traced the length of his cock—still stiff despite his exhaustion—her nail dragging along the vein with deliberate slowness. "Such a good boy," she murmured, her thumb pressing into the slit just hard enough to make him whimper. "But wouldn’t it be sweeter if you couldn’t?"

 

This problem was an even easier fix thanks to Hinata-numbing cream. Once she suggested it he’d occasionally use it on his cock so it would stay limp and combined with is new transformation made it as if he'd already been castrated. The first time Naruto applied it—cold and thick, smelling faintly of menthol—he'd hesitated, the tube trembling in his hand. But Hinata's reflection in the bathroom mirror behind him had arched one perfect eyebrow, her lips curling into that smile that always made his stomach flip. That was all the permission he needed.

 

One time, she'd even impulsively dropped to her knees in front of him and began sucking his cock only for it to stay limp. The sight of her—always so regal, so composed—on her knees before his flaccid cock had been obscene. Her lips, usually reserved for coy smiles or biting commands, wrapped around his unresponsive flesh with a dedication that bordered on worship. Yet no matter how deep she took him, no matter how her tongue traced the veins that would normally throb beneath her ministrations, he remained soft. The experience had flooded her panties with arousal, and she'd demanded Naruto service her for the rest of the night with only his mouth as remuneration.

 

The numbing cream was only a temporary solution—a placeholder for the real thing. Hinata's lips curled as she watched Naruto kneel before her, his cock still slick from her mouth despite its unnatural stillness. The sight of it—so perfectly flaccid, yet twitching faintly under her scrutiny—sent a pulse of heat between her thighs. She wanted *more*. Not just the illusion of control, but the irreversible truth of it: Naruto’s body reshaped to her desires, his arousal trapped forever just beneath the surface, felt but never acted upon. Not unless she provided the needed medication to make his member functional once more.

 

Now most nights unfolded in a carefully orchestrated triad of fantasies, each act bleeding into the next like ink on damp parchment. First, they'd have their usual round of age play sex—Naruto shrinking into his twelve-year-old form beneath Hinata's hands, or sometimes both of them melting into giggling adolescents tangled in too-big sheets. The transformation jutsu had become second nature, their chakra twisting flesh with the ease of pulling on familiar clothes. They'd play until sweat-slicked and breathless, the TV flickering to life *by accident* every time, the grainy Testi-Gone infomercial rolling just as Naruto's cock slid home. Hinata timed it perfectly—her fingers twitching in a deliberate seal behind Naruto's back as he thrust into her, the screen's glow catching his wide, helpless pupils when Jill's saccharine voice purred on screen.

 

Naruto of course would always cum inside her *unprotected* cunt and would be sorry for doing it—promising he’d never do it again. But for Hinata, she’d play it as if she was sick of him being a messy boy and that this was last time and he’d just run out of chances. She’d fix him so he couldn’t orgasm ever again.

 

This is when Hinata would slowly start jacking his cock while she showed him the Testi-Gone (actually just lotion) as she told him that as soon as he orgasmed like the dirty boy he was she was going to use it. Of course, that’d just push him over the edge and when he was finished climaxing, she’d slowly rub the lotion into his ball sack and he'd activate his eunuch transformation as if his balls were gone.

 

Lastly, after applying the numbing cream, Hinata would guide Naruto's flaccid cock against her slick folds—now dripping with his own spend—and make him smear it back inside her with slow, humiliating strokes. The sensation was unbearable in its intimacy: his soft flesh gliding through their mingled mess, gathering strands of white that clung to his shaft like evidence of some unspoken crime. They both pretend it was someone else's seed as she'd beg him to replace it with his own, and when he wasn't able to she'd make him eat it out to "keep her from getting pregnant".

 

It was all pure fantasy. Cucking Naruto would never become reality even if he truthfully begged and pleaded for it to happen. Hinata had drawn that line years ago—etched it in stone with the same quiet ferocity she used when protecting him in battle. Naruto still remembered the night she'd said it, her fingers tangled in his hair as she pulled him close enough to feel her breath against his lips. "My body is for you and you alone, Naruto-kun," she'd murmured, the words softer than the kunai sheathed at her thigh but twice as sharp. "Just as your body is mine."

 

Sadly for Naruto, that also meant no shadow clones…

 

~*~

 

Finally, the day arrived—Friday morning, the package discreetly wrapped in plain brown paper, sealed with the kind of bureaucratic indifference that masked its contents perfectly. Naruto’s secretary, a perpetually frazzled chuunin with ink-stained fingers, slid it across his desk without a second glance. "From Hinata-sama," she muttered, already turning back to her mountain of scrolls.

 

The packaging crinkled under Naruto's trembling fingers—too loud in the silence of his office, like the sound might summon an audience through the walls. He peeled back the final layer of brown paper with the care of someone disarming an explosive tag, his pulse hammering in his throat as the jar tumbled into his palm. The white plastic, lighter than he expected, its cold shape pressing into his skin with dreadful finality. The label stared back at him in crisp, clinical font: *Testi-Gone. Fast-acting. Painless. Permanent.*

 

Accompanying the plastic jar was a handwritten note. Naruto's thumb brushed over the lipstick imprint—a perfect crimson crescent that smeared slightly under his touch, as if Hinata had pressed her mouth to the paper with deliberate softness. The note itself was written in her looping script, each character flowing into the next like the steps of a familiar dance. He traced the words with his index finger, mouthing them silently as his pulse hammered against his ribs: *Give it to me only when you're absolutely sure you're ready to become my actual eunuch.* The paper smelled faintly of her—jasmine and the waxy sweetness of lipstick—and beneath that, something sharper, metallic. Anticipation.

 

Naruto’s thumb was still tracing the lipstick stain when the intercom buzzed—a harsh, jarring sound that shattered the fantasy unfurling in his mind. His secretary’s voice crackled through, tinny and impatient: "*Hokage-sama*, the budget meeting starts in five minutes. The council is already assembled."

 

Naruto groaned, his head hitting the desk—not just at the interruption, but at the *precision* of it. His fingers twitched around the jar still warm from his grip, the plastic creaking under his sudden tension. Of course, Hinata would time it like this. He could practically *feel* her smirk from across the village, those pale eyes tracking his every reaction through some sixth sense she'd cultivated just to torment him.

 

From across the village, Hinata's Byakugan traced the precise moment Naruto's fingers hesitated on the package's edge—that delicious heartbeat of hesitation before commitment. She lay sprawled across their bed, the butterfly vibrator humming insistently against her clit at its lowest setting, just enough to tease without relief. Her toes curled into the sheets as she watched Naruto's throat work around a nervous swallow, his Adam's apple bobbing visibly even through the walls of the Hokage's office. The sight sent a fresh pulse of wetness between her thighs, the vibrator's wings catching it with a slick sound that would've embarrassed her if anyone else could hear.

 

Hinata's fingertips glided over her own skin with the practiced precision of a medic—slow, circular motions that pressed the chakra-infused cream deeper into her swelling breasts. The cream tingled where it touched, a coolness that rapidly gave way to radiating heat as her nerve endings lit up like fireworks beneath the surface. She bit her lip to stifle a whimper when her thumb brushed over one taut nipple, the sudden spike of sensation arcing straight to her clit. Not only did the chakra-conducting cream amplify Hinata's sensitivity tenfold—it also caused temporary lactation.

 

She spent the entire day keeping herself primed and ready, waiting for the moment her husband rushed home. Slowly the minutes ticked by, rhythmic pulse of the vibrator against her clit—each muted buzz syncing with the secondhand crawling across the bedroom clock as the time finally reached the end of the workday.

 

Finally, Hinata heard the door open, her husband’s voice sounding throughout the house letting her know he was home. Hinata quickly positioned herself just so—knees parted, one hand idly tracing circles around her dampening navel, the other cupping a breast to catch the first stray droplets. The chakra-infused cream had done its work beautifully; her nipples stood taut and glistening under a thin sheen of milk, the swollen tips brushing against silk sheets with every shallow breath. There she waited as her husband’s steps hurried down the hallway.

 

The door swung open just as Hinata arched her back with a theatrical moan, the vibrator buzzing louder between her thighs. Naruto's silhouette filled the frame, his chest heaving—whether from sprinting home or sheer anticipation, she couldn't tell. The moment he crossed the threshold, the room's heavy musk of feminine arousal hit him like a physical blow. His knees nearly buckled at the scent, thick and primal, layered with the sweetness of her milk and the metallic tang of the chakra cream. "H-Hinata—" Naruto's voice cracked into a whine, fingers already scrabbling at his belt before the door clicked shut behind him.

 

Naruto froze in the doorway, his fingers still tangled in his belt loops. The scene before him—Hinata sprawled across their bed, one hand lazily circling her navel while the other cupped a milk-slick breast—sent his pulse skittering like a startled rabbit. Her eyelids fluttered open just enough to reveal a sliver of pearlescent white, her lips parting around another theatrical moan. "Naruto-*kun*," she stressed the suffix with deliberate sweetness, her voice syrup-thick with mock innocence. "Wha...what are you doing in mommy's room?" Her hips rolled against the vibrator still buzzing between her thighs, the sound muffled by the damp silk clinging to her skin. "Mommy needs her alone time since Daddy is away and cant please her right now..."

 

In the blink of an eye, Naruto's adult frame transformed with chakra, collapsing inward under a cloud of smoke until he stood before Hinata as a naked, trembling twelve-year-old boy—his smooth hairless groin flushed pink, one small hand clutching the white plastic jar like a sacred relic. His other hand hovered in the air, fingers twitching with nervous energy as if he wanted to reach for her. "Please mom!" The pitch of his voice cracked adorably between syllables, his blue eyes wide with performative desperation. "If Dad isn't here then l-let me help." He shifted his weight from foot to foot, the jar's lid making a soft plastic click under his fidgeting grip as he staired at Hinata's full leaking breasts.

 

Hinata shifted her weight deliberately, her swollen breasts bouncing with the movement—a heavy, liquid sway that made Naruto's throat click audibly. His gaze locked onto the droplet of milk trembling at her left nipple, his tongue darting out to wet his lips before he even realized he'd done it. "And you *shouldn't* be staring at mommy's breasts like that," Hinata chided, her voice dripping with mock disapproval even as she arched her back to make them jiggle more. The vibrator between her thighs buzzed louder in punctuation. "By the way, what's that in your hand?"

 

"This?" Naruto's blush deepened to a feverish red as he held up the jar with trembling fingers, the label facing Hinata—*Testi-Gone* printed in crisp, clinical letters. His breath hitched when her Byakugan flickered to life, those pearlescent eyes tracing every syllable like she was memorizing a confession. "I-I wanna be a good boy," he stammered, his voice cracking mid-sentence as his gaze darted helplessly to her swollen breasts. A droplet of milk slid down the curve of her nipple, and his tongue darted out to wet his lips unconsciously. "B-but your big boobs—" His small hands flexed in the air like he was cupping invisible weights. "They're *so* big and bouncy, and now they're—they're *leaking* and I can't *stop* thinking about them—" His hips jerked forward, the smooth skin between his thighs flushing darker as his childlike cock twitched against his belly.

 

Hinata’s fingers curled around the jar, her thumb brushing the label with deliberate slowness as she watched Naruto’s face crumple. The vibrator between her thighs pulsed louder, its rhythmic buzz syncing with the erratic flutter of his pulse at the base of his throat. "Well," she murmured, voice syrupy with false sympathy, "you’re a brave little boy for admitting you shouldn’t be looking at me." Her free hand drifted to her leaking breast, squeezing just enough to coax another pearly droplet to the surface. Naruto’s breath hitched audibly. "And I’m *so* proud you want me to help you with it."

 

"But are you sure you want me to use that?" Hinata's fingertip tapped the jar's lid with deliberate slowness, each plastic click punctuating her words like a metronome counting down his last moments of manhood. Her other hand continued massaging her breast, coaxing another thick bead of milk to the surface. It trembled at her nipple's peak before splattering onto her ribs—white on white, stark against her flushed skin. Naruto's throat clicked as he swallowed hard. "Think about it *carefully*," she crooned, shifting her hips just enough to make the vibrator buzz louder against her swollen clit.

 

"If I use it, there'll be no more fantasizing about seeing and groping them." Hinata's thumb traced the rim of the jar with surgical precision, her nail catching on the plastic seam with a click that made Naruto flinch. She watched his throat bob as another droplet of milk slid down her ribcage, the liquid warmth leaving a glistening trail his eyes tracked helplessly. "No more frantic masturbating when you think I won't find out." Her voice dropped to a whisper, curling around each syllable like smoke—dark and cloying. "No more cummys, no more sticky sheets..." Her free hand drifted downward, fingers splaying across the vibrator humming against her clit. "Or erections..." She pressed down hard, her breath hitching as the vibrations intensified. "*Ever again.* Is that what you want... To be neutered?"

 

The words hung between them like a kunai suspended mid-throw—glinting, lethal, impossible to take back. Naruto’s breath stuttered in his chest, his pulse hammering against the fragile shell of his throat as Hinata’s fingertip circled the jar’s lid with torturous precision. The plastic *click-click-clicked* like a clock winding down, each sound stripping away another layer of pretense until only raw, shuddering want remained.

 

"I don't know mommy..." Naruto's whisper cracked like thin ice beneath the weight of his confession, his small fingers tightening around the jar until the plastic creaked in protest. His gaze flickered between Hinata's swollen breasts—still glistening with milk—and her face, searching for any sign of reprieve. "All I want is to give you the pleasure dad either can't or won't." His smooth thighs pressed together instinctively, the movement drawing attention to the flushed pink tip of his childish cock peeking above the crease of his groin. "I know it's wrong. That thinking about your boobs makes me hard when it shouldn't—" His voice broke off as another droplet of milk escaped her nipple, tracing a slow path down the curve of her ribcage. His tongue darted out unconsciously, wetting lips gone dry. "But I can't help myself."

 

Naruto's confession spilled out in a rush, his small hands twisting together like he could physically wring the shame from his words. The plastic jar trembled between his fingers—its label catching the dim bedroom light in stark, clinical contrast to the flushed innocence of his prepubescent form. "I-I've watched the tapes," he admitted, voice cracking under the weight of his arousal. "The ones where moms... where they *fix* their boys. Where they make them right." His breath hitched as Hinata's fingers skimmed her own nipple, smearing milk across its taut peak. "I wanna be like them. Like Jimmy."

 

"Come here sweety," Hinata cooed, her voice syrup-thick as she pulled him into her chest for a hug. His breath hitched when she pressed his face between her swollen breasts—warm milk already soaking his flushed cheek as her nipple brushed his trembling lips. The scent of her arousal mixed with the sweetness of lactation, a heady combination that made his knees wobble.

 

"Do you really want to help me in place of daddy?" Hinata's fingers carded through Naruto's hair with deceptive gentleness, her thumb brushing the shell of his ear just hard enough to make him shiver. His chin bumped against her swollen breast as he nodded frantically, milk smearing across his lips when he dared a timid lick. The vibration of her chuckle resonated through her ribcage, pressing against his cheekbone like a secret. "Then how about this..." Her hand slid down to cup his jaw, tilting his face up until their eyes met—her Byakugan glowing faintly in the dim light. "Prove to me how much of a big boy you are. Try to please me like daddy *can't.*"

 

"Please mommy... I'll do whatever it takes, just give me a chance!" Naruto looked up at her with desperate, shimmering eyes, his small hands clutching at her thighs like a drowning boy grasping at driftwood. The scent of her milk—thick and cloying—filled his nostrils as she pressed his face tighter against her chest, smearing sticky droplets across his forehead. His tongue darted out instinctively, lapping at the spilled milk tracing her ribs, the sweetness flooding his mouth making his childish cock twitch against her hip.

 

"Fine baby, you want to prove you're a big boy? Then I'll give you three chances to fail." Hinata's fingers tightened around the jar with a plastic creak—final as a guillotine's hinge locking into place. The vibration between her thighs stuttered as she shifted her weight, milk trickling down her sternum to pool in the hollow of Naruto's collarbone. His breath hitched when she tilted the jar just enough for its shadow to drape across his smooth groin. "If you fail them, I'll use this immediately." Her thumb tapped the lid with a click that echoed in the charged silence. "Without hesitation. Understand?"

 

"Yes mommy, I understand." Naruto's voice cracked with the effort of keeping it steady.

 

"Good boy... Then you can start by laying across my lap and drinking from my breasts as I milk your cock. Your only goal is to not cum before I've been drained." Naruto's breath hitched—sharp and sudden—as Hinata guided him across her lap with the effortless authority of a woman who'd already decided his fate. His smooth thighs trembled where they bracketed hers, the jar of Testi-Gone glinting ominously on the nightstand just within his peripheral vision. "That's it," Hinata murmured, fingers carding through his hair with deceptive gentleness before fisting tight enough to make his scalp prickle. "Open wide for mommy."

 

Naruto's gasp turned wet and fractured the moment Hinata's nipple pressed past his lips—her milk flooding his mouth in a sudden rush that tasted like sugar and shame. His small hands scrabbled at her thighs, fingers digging into the soft flesh above her knees as she arched into his face with a contented sigh.

 

"That's a good boy," Hinata cooed, her fingers wrapping around Naruto's flushed little cock with practiced ease. The contrast was obscene—her delicate fingers nearly engulfing his twitching length as she began stroking him in slow, deliberate pulls. Naruto whimpered around her nipple, his hips jerking forward instinctively only for her thigh to block his movement, trapping him in place. "So much energy..." Her thumb swirled over his leaking tip, smearing precum down his shaft with a slick sound that made his toes curl. "Looks like Mommy's milk is acting like an aphrodisiac on you isn't it."

 

Naruto's thighs trembled against Hinata's lap, his small toes curling into the sheets as her fingers tightened around his cock—each stroke slick with the pearly strands of his precum mingling with the milk dripping from his chin. His sucking turned frantic, lips sealing around her nipple with desperate suction as if he could drink her dry before his body betrayed him. The sweetness of her milk flooded his mouth, thick and cloying, sticking to his tongue like liquefied sugar. "Mm-mommy—" His voice cracked around the swollen bud between his lips, his hips twitching helplessly against her restraining thigh.

 

"Take your fill of me, because you'll need your energy for the next part." Hinata's voice dripped with honeyed menace as her fingers accelerated around Naruto's cock—her thumb pressing just beneath the swollen head in that cruel way she knew unraveled him fastest. His sucking turned frantic, milk spilling past the corners of his mouth as he tried to drink her down like a sacrament, like if he swallowed enough he could dissolve the molten tension coiling in his groin.

 

"Hold it in... Don't cum until you're done or you'll fail." Hinata's whisper curled around Naruto's ear like smoke—sweet and suffocating. Her fingers never slowed, working his little cock with the precision of someone who'd mapped every tremor, every telltale twitch that preceded his undoing. He sucked frantically at her breast like a dying man at an oasis, milk overflowing his lips to drip down his chin in pearly strands.

 

Naruto tried—*really* tried—to fight the inevitable. His small hands clawed at Hinata's thighs, blunt nails leaving crescent indents in her skin as her fingers worked his cock with merciless precision. The rhythmic *schlick-schlick-schlick* of her hand moving over his slick length drowned out his whimpers, each stroke timed perfectly with the pulse of milk flooding his mouth. His toes curled into the sheets, thighs trembling like a bowstring pulled taut—until with a sudden, shattered moan, he failed.

 

Small spurts of his seed erupted out of the tip of his cock—each pathetic little pulse barely enough to coat Hinata's fingers, let alone his chest. The meager strands clung to his flushed skin like dew on grass, glistening under the bedroom light in stark contrast to the milk still dripping from his chin. Naruto's breath hitched as Hinata's fingers slowed to a stop, her thumb pressing deliberately into the sensitive spot beneath his spent cockhead just to watch him squirm.

 

"Such a disappointment," Hinata sighed dramatically as she withdrew her hand and held it up for Naruto to see the evidence of his undeniable failure. Her fingers glistened with his meager release—thin strands stretched between them like cobwebs in morning dew. "You barely lasted five minutes..." Her thumb rubbed the fluid between her fingers with clinical detachment, the slick sound making Naruto's spent cock twitch pathetically against his belly. "If this is what you call doing your best to prove you're a big boy," she murmured, her free hand already reaching for the Testi-Gone jar with terrifying casualness, "I might as well just use the cream now and go back to my vibrator."

 

"Please mommy no!" Naruto wailed as he released Hinata's nipple with a wet pop, milk dribbling down his chin in thin rivulets. His small hands scrabbled at her wrist, trying to stall her movement as she reached for the jar—his fingers trembling against her skin like leaves in a storm. "You said I had three chances and that was only the first one..." His voice cracked mid-plea, the childish pitch wavering between desperation and something darker, needier.

 

"No." Hinata said with absolute authority. The word sliced through Naruto’s pleading like a kunai through silk, leaving no room for argument. Her fingers tightened around the jar’s lid, the plastic creaking ominously. "I said you had three chances *to fail*. Not that you got three chances to prove yourself, and you just failed." Her thumb stroked the label with deliberate slowness, her Byakugan tracing the way Naruto’s pulse fluttered wildly at his throat. "Rules are rules, baby boy."

 

Naruto's small fingers dug into Hinata's thighs like claws, his breath coming in ragged little gasps against her milk-slick skin. "Please mommy—" His voice cracked, high and desperate, the sound of a boy teetering on the edge of something irreversible. "I-I can do better!" His hips jerked forward unconsciously, his smooth groin brushing against her thigh—hot and damp with the evidence of his failure. The scent of his own humiliation mingled with the sweetness of her lactation, thick enough to coat his tongue when he swallowed.

 

"Open wide!" Hinata demanded, shoving her soiled fingers past Naruto's trembling lips before he could protest. The sharp tang of his own failure flooded his mouth—bitter and metallic beneath the lingering sweetness of her milk still clinging to his tongue. "Clean them of your mess while I think about it." His nose wrinkled instinctively, but his lips closed obediently around her fingers, suckling them clean with the same desperate eagerness he'd shown her nipples moments before. Hinata watched his lashes flutter, her thumb tracing the curve of his lower lip where a stray droplet of his spend glistened. "Such a messy boy," she murmured, her voice honey-thick with false sympathy. "Always making mommy clean up after you."

 

Naruto's tongue worked frantically around Hinata's fingers—licking, sucking, swallowing every trace of his own failure—even as his mind raced faster than a wind-style jutsu. His lips sealed tighter around her knuckles, hollowing his cheeks to demonstrate his sincerity. Milk and shame dripped down his chin when she finally withdrew her fingers with a wet pop.

 

"How about this mommy," he gasped, small hands clutching at her thighs like prayer beads, his prepubescent cock still twitching pathetically against her leg. "Give me the two more chances I thought I had..." His breath hitched as Hinata's thumb traced the swollen head of his cock, smearing the last remnants of his release back across the flushed skin. "I'll prove I'm a big boy who can please you—*properly*." The word cracked in his throat, raw with desperation.

 

Hinata raised an eyebrow at his boldness, her fingernail—still glistening with traces of his humiliation—tapping against the jar's lid with deliberate slowness. The plastic clicked like a clock's second hand counting down his remaining masculinity. "And if you still fail?" Her lips curved around the words with dangerous sweetness, milk pearling at the tip of her other nipple where it brushed against Naruto's flushed cheek. "What whould I get out of your additional pathetic attempts?"

 

"I'll..." Naruto hesitated as he swallowed heavily, his small Adam's apple bobbing visibly against Hinata's milk-slicked thigh. The words tasted thicker than her lactation, sticking to the roof of his mouth like congealed honey. "I'll beg for it... I'll beg for you to use the cream on me." His voice cracked on the last syllable, the sound reverberating through her body where his lips still pressed trembling against her skin. "That way if anyone asks questions—" his fingers twitched against her inner thighs, blunt nails leaving ghostly crescents in their wake, "—we could tell them that I *wanted* it!"

 

He saw Hinata's brow furrow, the offer obviously not enough to satisfy her. "Also!" He went on before she could reject him, his small hands tightening around her thighs like he could physically anchor himself to this moment. His voice cracked like thin ice beneath the weight of his desperation—high-pitched and trembling. "I'll be your sex slave, one you can train to please you however you want. However I'm capable!" The words tumbled out in a rush, each syllable sharp with the jagged edges of a confession carved straight from his marrow.

 

Hinata's fingers stilled against the jar's lid, her Byakugan tracing the frantic flutter of Naruto's pulse at his throat like a predator tracking prey. The silence stretched between them—thick and viscous as the milk drying on his chin—before she finally spoke. "And what makes you think you'd make a good sex slave," her nail tapped the plastic with a click that made him flinch, "let alone that I'd *use* you as one?"

 

Naruto's breath hitched—sharp and sudden—as Hinata's fingers tightened around his chin, forcing his gaze upward. Her Byakugan pulsed faintly in the dim light, tracing the frantic flutter of his pulse at his throat like a predator circling wounded prey. "R-really mommy?" His voice cracked between syllables, the childish pitch wavering with something darker beneath its surface. "We learned about it in history class—how kings would—" his small hands twisted together in his lap, fingers knotting like tangled strings, "—how they'd *fix* the men who tended their wives. How the women would—" his tongue darted out to wet milk-chapped lips, "—would use them when they got *lonely*. I could be that for you!"

 

Hinata forced Naruto to squirm for another full minute, her fingers idly tracing circles around the jar of cream just to watch him twitch. She wanted to make him think his new offer wasn't enough—that he might have something else to add to the pie—but apparently he didn't. His small hands trembled against her thighs, fingers digging into the soft flesh hard enough to leave temporary marks that would fade faster than his dignity. Finally, she let out an exaggerated sigh, the sound vibrating through her chest where his flushed face still pressed against her milk-slick skin. "Fine..." Hinata caved, her voice dripping with false reluctance as she tightened her grip on his chin. "You get *all three chances*. But you better hold up your end if you don't..."

 

"It's a promise of a lifetime, believe it!" Naruto's voice cracked with the same desperate conviction that had once shaken valleys during wartime—only now it was trapped in the trembling body of a milk-drunk twelve-year-old. He had never gone back on one of them, so how could Hinata deny him any longer?

 

"Maybe..." Hinata murmured as she released his chim, her hand moving down, thumb tracing idle circles around Naruto's flushed nipple—her touch deliberately lighter now, almost apologetic. The jar of Testi-Gone lay discarded on the nightstand once more, its shadow no longer looming over them. "Maybe mommy was too hard on you for the first task." Her fingers skimmed down his trembling belly, pausing just above his twitching little cock. "It *is* so much harder to control yourself when someone else is giving you pleasure." Her nail grazed the sensitive skin beneath his navel, drawing a shiver from him. "Isn't it?"

 

Naruto could only silently nod, relief flooding his small frame like warmth after a winter storm. His lips parted around a shaky exhale—milk-scented and trembling—as Hinata's thumb traced the delicate arch of his collarbone. The tension in his shoulders unwound by degrees, his childish cock twitching against her thigh not with desperation now, but something softer, needier. *She understood.* The realization sent a different kind of heat through him, one that pooled low in his belly and made his toes curl against the sheets as his little cock hardened once more.

 

"Now be a good boy for me and remove my vibrator so you can see mommy's pleasure hole." Hinata's voice dripped with saccharine sweetness as she spread her thighs wider, the vibrator's incessant buzz stuttering when Naruto's trembling fingers brushed against the damp silk straps. His breath hitched—sharp and sudden—as the fabric peeled away from her flushed skin with a wet sound that made his childish cock twitch against her knee. The device fell to the sheets with a muted thud, its vibrations dying against the rumpled fabric as Naruto's wide blue eyes drank in the sight before him: Hinata's swollen lips glistening under the bedroom light, folds parted just enough to reveal the slick pinkness within. A droplet of her arousal trembled at her entrance before trailing down to stain the sheets beneath her—pearly white against cream-colored silk.

 

"Go ahead baby, have a taste." Hinata's voice curled around Naruto like steam—hot and suffocating—as her fingers tightened in his hair, guiding his face downward with torturous slowness. His breath hitched when the scent hit him first—thick and musky, layered beneath the fading sweetness of her milk. Then his tongue darted out instinctively, catching the droplet trembling at her entrance. Salt and musk exploded across his tastebuds with an intensity that made his small toes curl into the sheets, his childish cock twitching against her thigh like a divining rod finding water.

 

Hinata's thighs trembled against his ears as he lapped at her with the same desperate eagerness he'd shown her nipples moments before, his nose bumping against her swollen clit with each upward stroke. The vibration of her stifled moan traveled through his skull—a seismic pulse that made his own breath hitch against her damp skin. Naruto's tongue worked in frantic circles, mapping the texture of her folds with the same single-minded focus he'd once reserved for mastering rasengan. Salt and musk clung to his lips, thicker than the milk still drying on his chin, and when Hinata's fingers tightened in his hair—forcing him deeper—he whimpered into her heat like a starving puppy at a banquet.

 

"That's enough of that, baby!" Hinata's fingers tightened in Naruto's hair, yanking his milk-smeared face away from her glistening folds with a wet pop. His tongue darted out instinctively, chasing the taste still clinging to his swollen lips as she pinned him against her thigh—his childish cock twitching pathetically against her knee. "I can't have you getting too excited before you even have the chance to stick your little cock inside me, now can I?" Her laughter vibrated through her ribcage, pressing against his flushed cheek like a secret as she spread her thighs wider. "Climb up here." Hinata laid back against the pillows with a sigh, her thighs parting further as Naruto scrambled between them—his small knees sinking into the mattress as he crawled between her legs. “Men always say size doesn’t matter, so here’s your chance to prove them right…”

 

The head of his flushed little cock bumped against her slick entrance, the contact sending a visible tremor through his hairless thighs. "Now remember baby," she murmured, fingertips tracing idle circles around his hipbones, "this is another important chance to prove you're my little man." Her nail scraped deliberately over the sensitive skin just above his twitching length, drawing a high-pitched gasp from him. "Your goal is simple—stick your penis in me and thrust until I cum."

 

She had to stop him before he began mindlessly thrusting with her warning about the rules; "If you cum before me you fail. If I fail to cum that's a second fail. Most importantly, if you cum inside me that is an instant and complete fail. Do you understand?"

 

Naruto could only whine at being denied immediate entry. The head of his childish cock throbbed where it pressed against her slick entrance—so close yet impossibly far—each pulse sending another bead of precum smearing across her swollen lips. His hips twitched forward instinctively, only for Hinata's palm to flatten against his belly with a warning pressure that made his breath hitch. Sadly, he only half listened as Hinata listed off the conditions before agreeing, "I understand mommy!"

 

Naruto's first thrust punched the air from his lungs in a high, punched-out whimper—her heat swallowing him whole in one slick, impossible glide. The sensation tore through him like a lightning jutsu down his spine, every nerve ending in his small body alight with white-hot static. Hinata's walls clenched around him instinctively, rippling in slow, torturous waves that milked his throbbing little cock from root to tip. His hips stuttered forward uncontrollably, driving him deeper until their bodies met with a wet slap that echoed obscenely in the quiet room.

 

His entire body locked up mid-thrust, his small fingers digging into Hinata's thighs hard enough to leave crescent-shaped indentations in her soft skin. His breath came in ragged little gasps against her collarbone, lips trembling against the flushed skin as he fought the molten tide threatening to crest. Every muscle in his prepubescent frame strained—quivering like a bowstring pulled taut—as Hinata's inner walls fluttered around him in slow, torturous ripples.

 

"Careful baby, you don't want to immediately fail do you?" Hinata's nails dug crescent moons into Naruto's hairless thighs as his entire body quivered above her, his prepubescent cock buried to the hilt inside her pulsing warmth. He shook his head frantically, sweat-damp bangs sticking to his forehead like golden seaweed. The movement made her inner walls clench reflexively around him, drawing a punched-out whimper from his swollen lips. "Then you need to be more careful," she purred, rolling her hips in a slow, grinding circle that made his tiny cock twitch violently inside her. "But don't worry," her fingertips trailed up his trembling belly, pausing to pinch a rosy nipple, "I've been edging myself all day long in anticipation of daddy getting randy when he got home." Her smile curled like smoke as she watched his blue eyes dilate further. "So you shouldn't have any trouble making me cum."

 

That seemed to be all the encouragement Naruto needed. His hips snapped forward with renewed vigor, small hands gripping Hinata's thighs for leverage as he focused entirely on the rhythmic clench of her walls around him. Each thrust drew slick, obscene sounds from their joined bodies—his childish cock pistoning in and out with desperate precision. Sweat beaded along his hairline, dripping down his temples as he bit his lower lip hard enough to leave indentations in the soft flesh.

 

Hinata's fingers tangled in Naruto's sweat-damp hair, yanking his head up just as his thrusts began gaining reckless momentum. "Don't neglect mommy's other breast, baby," she chided, guiding his mouth toward her swollen nipple with the same firmness she'd used to steer his hips moments before. The abrupt shift made him whimper—his cock twitching inside her as milk flooded his mouth the second her aureola brushed his lips.

 

Naruto’s rhythm faltered the moment Hinata’s milk hit his tongue—thick and cloying, flooding his senses with sweetness that drowned out everything but the pulse of her nipple against his lips. His hips stuttered mid-thrust, his small cock twitching inside her as her walls clenched reflexively around him, squeezing tight like a fist around a stolen treat. The sudden pressure wrenched a high-pitched whine from his throat, milk dribbling down his chin as his focus shattered.

 

It was too much—the wet *slap-slap-slap* of their joined bodies, the musk of her arousal thickening the air, the cloying sweetness of her milk flooding his mouth with each suckling pull. Naruto's hips jerked erratically, his small cock twitching inside her as Hinata's walls clenched in slow, deliberate ripples timed perfectly with each draw of milk from her swollen nipple. His breath hitched around her flesh, nostrils flaring against the sweat-slick curve of her breast as her fingers tightened in his hair—forcing him deeper into her heat, her taste, *her*.

 

The moment Hinata's inner muscles clenched around him in a slow, deliberate ripple, Naruto's control shattered like glass. His small hips jerked forward involuntarily—one final, desperate thrust burying his childish cock to the hilt as hot pulses of his release erupted inside her with pathetic little spurts. Each contraction of his smooth belly forced out another meager strand of cum, the scant droplets barely enough to coat Hinata's walls before being swallowed by her greedy heat.

 

The moment Naruto's hips stuttered to a halt, his small fingers digging crescent moons into Hinata's thighs, she knew. His breath hitched—sharp and fractured—against her nipple as his entire body locked up, trembling like a leaf in a storm. Then came the hot, pulsing flood deep inside her, his childish cock twitching violently as his seed spilled in helpless spurts. The scent of salt and musk thickened instantly between them, mingling with the sweetness of her milk still coating his tongue.

 

Hinata's fingers tangled in Naruto's sweat-damp hair like roots seeking purchase, her grip tightening just as her inner muscles clamped down around his twitching little cock in vicious, milking pulses. She could feel every pathetic spurt—each one weaker than the last—as his prepubescent body convulsed against hers, his high-pitched whimpers vibrating against her milk-slicked breast. *This is it,* her thighs trembled around his narrow hips, *the last time he'll ever come inside a woman as a man.*

 

Naruto's sigh dissolved into the humid air between them—a sound of exhausted contentment, his small body slackening against Hinata's sweat-slick skin. His forehead pressed into the curve of her collarbone, breath still coming in shallow hitches as aftershocks trembled through his thighs. The moment stretched, syrupy and warm, until Hinata's fingers slid from his hair to cradle his jaw. Her thumb brushed the milk-damp corner of his mouth with terrifying gentleness.

 

"I'm sorry baby, but you not only just failed but you completely failed." Hinata's voice dripped with mock sympathy, her fingers of her other hand tracing idle circles around Naruto's trembling hipbone as his softening cock slipped free with a wet sound. The sudden emptiness made him whimper—high and fractured—his small hands scrabbling at her thighs like a drowning man clutching driftwood. "You came inside me *and* before I did." Her nail scraped deliberately over his sensitive inner thigh, drawing a shiver. "Two strikes in one thrust."

 

"Wha—" Naruto's question dissolved into a muffled whimper as Hinata pressed a single finger against his swollen lips, her nail digging just enough to sting. Her skin tasted of salt and the ghost of his own failure—bitter beneath the fading sweetness of her milk. "Shh," she murmured, her breath warm against his damp forehead as her other hand trailed down to where his softening cock lay against her thigh, still glistening with their mingled fluids. "I *told* you," her fingers closed around him with deliberate slowness, squeezing just shy of pain, "that I'd been edging myself all day." Her thumb swiped over his oversensitive tip, smearing a fresh droplet of his release across his flushed skin. "Primed and ready..."

 

"It should have been so easy for you to give me an easy orgasm," Hinata whispered, her voice honey-thick with disappointment. Naruto's breath hitched—sharp and sudden—against her collarbone where he'd collapsed in post-orgasmic exhaustion. "And your pitiful performance couldn't even accomplish that simple task." Her nail scraped deliberately down his spine, making his spent cock twitch pathetically against her thigh.

 

"The saddest part was that you would have had one more chance to make everything right." Hinata's voice dripped with venomous sweetness as her Byakugan activated—veins pulsing around her pearlescent eyes while they tracked the microscopic movements of his spent seed inside her. Her pupils dilated unnaturally, following the pathetic little swimmers as they twitched their last in her acidic warmth. "*But* then you had to go and ejaculate your incestuous seed inside me, soiling my cunt!" Her fingers dug into Naruto's sweat-slick shoulders hard enough to leave half-moon indents, her gaze never wavering from the internal spectacle. "And that was an instant irreconcilable failure!"

 

Before Naruto could reply or deny the truth, Hinata's hands slid under his armpits with terrifying ease—lifting his prepubescent frame like he weighed nothing. His feet kicked uselessly in the air, toes curling when his back hit the warm, milk-scented indent she'd just vacated on the sheets. The headboard rattled as she pinned him by the shoulders, her silhouette blotting out the light as she reached past him. Naruto's breath hitched when her fingers closed around the jar of Testi-Gone with finality, the plastic clicking against her wedding ring.

 

"But—" Naruto's voice cracked like thin ice, his small fingers scrabbling at the sheets as Hinata's shadow swallowed him whole. His eyes tracked her hand with the frantic desperation of a drowning man watching his last lifeline slip beneath the waves—fixated on the jar's garish pink label as her fingers curled around it with terrifying finality.

 

"No buts," Hinata said firmly. "You failed your second try and forfeited your third." "After all these years of you masturbating to your mommy's big boobs," she murmured. as she opened the jar, the lid twisting open with a plastic crack louder than any bone breaking. "Now it's time I put your dirty habit to bed permanently."

 

The overpowering scent of mint began to fill the room along with something faintly sterile metallic and clinical. "But mom! I love your big boobs! They're so big and bouncy!" Naruto moaned, his small fingers clutching desperately at Hinata's wrist as she loomed over him-the one holding the open jar of Testi-Gone. "They're all I think about when I—" His voice cracked into a whimper as she once more silenced him with a finger over his lips.

 

"Not for much longer you won't," Hinata said matter-of-factly as she dipped two fingers into the cream. "No more rushing off to your room every time I wear a tank top, no more sticky sheets, and definitely no more erections." Her fingers emerged, glistening with opaque white that clung to her fingerprint whorls. Naruto's breath hitched as she rubbed her fingers together, the viscous strands stretching like spider silk between them. "All gone after I apply the cream," Hinata teased in a sing-songy tone.

 

"Too bad," Hinata murmured, her voice syrup-sweet as she traced the rim of the jar with her cream-coated fingertip. The minty scent clung to the air between them, sharp enough to make Naruto's nose wrinkle even through the haze of milk and sweat. Her other hand pinned his hip to the mattress with effortless strength, her thumb pressing into the delicate hollow where his thigh met his groin—just hard enough to make his spent cock twitch pathetically against his belly.

 

"You promised, remember?" The scent of mint from her cream-coated fingers mixed dangerously with the musk of their coupling still clinging to his skin as she moved her cream coated fingers closer and closer to his ball before skipping them entirely. Instead, her thumb pressed into the delicate hollow beneath his balls—just hard enough to make his spent cock twitch like a dying animal. "Said you'd even beg for it." Her voice dropped to a whisper as she swirled her cream-laden fingertip over his perineum, the cold gel making his hips jerk involuntarily-so dangerously close to his balls that if his scrotum were to relax, he might get castrated through secondary exposure. "So tell me how much you crave being neutered," her nail dug in suddenly, drawing a shocked gasp from his swollen lips, "to take the wild messy little stallion you are and turn you into mommy's good little eunuch."

 

Naruto's breath hitched—sharp and fractured—as Hinata's nail traced the delicate skin of his inner thigh, the sting blooming hotter than any fire-style jutsu. His small fingers twisted into the sheets, knuckles bleaching white against the rumpled fabric. "I—" His voice cracked like dry leaves. “I want to be neutered.”

 

The words spilled from Naruto's lips like a dam breaking—raw and unstoppable, each syllable dripping with a shameful hunger that made his prepubescent cock twitch against his belly despite his recent release. "I want to be neutered!" His voice cracked halfway through, pitching upward into something almost childlike. "I want to be a gelded colt, never able to grow into the stallion I thought I was." His fingers clawed at the sheets, milk-damp bangs clinging to his forehead as his hips arched involuntarily toward Hinata's hovering hand. The minty chill of Testi-Gone radiated from her fingertips like a promise.

 

"I want you to *erase* how I can't stop staring at your massive tits," Naruto gasped, his prepubescent fingers trembling against Hinata's milk-slick thigh. The admission tore from him like a bandage ripped from raw flesh—painful and liberating. "But then..." His tongue darted out to wet lips still shiny with her lactation, the movement betraying the war inside him. "I want you to *replace* it—tease me with every other part of you until I'm just as desperate for them." His hips jerked involuntarily, his spent cock twitching against Hinata's knee like a dying moth drawn to flame. "Take *everything* that makes me a man, tease me with your body, then laugh when I can't do anything about it!"

 

"Thank you," Hinata whispered against Naruto's lips, her breath mingling with his—warm and sweet like milk left in the sun. The kiss lingered, tender in a way that made his small fingers clutch at her shoulders instinctively, nails digging half-moons into skin still damp with sweat. When she pulled back, her dark eyes shimmered with something dangerously close to genuine affection. "Thank you for finally admitting what you truly want." Her thumb brushed his lower lip—the same thumb still glistening with Testi-Gone—leaving a cooling trail of mint along his trembling mouth. "Had you asked me to stop..." Her voice hitched, just once, like a knife catching on bone. "I would've given it up in a heartbeat."

 

Hinata gasped into the sudden shift of Naruto's mouth—his lips parting hers with a precision that belied his prepubescent form, tongue sliding against hers with the practiced rhythm of decades. The kiss tasted of milk and mint, of apologies unspoken and addictions shared. His small hands trembled against her jaw, fingertips pressing into the hinge as if he could fuse their mouths together permanently through sheer desperation.

 

Naruto broke the kiss with a wet sound that echoed obscenely in the sudden quiet, his lips parting from Hinata's with visible reluctance. Without a word, his small thighs fell open with deliberate slowness—the motion exposing his flushed groin with the same vulnerability of a rabbit presenting its neck to a fox. His prepubescent cock lay soft against his belly, still glistening with their mingled fluids, while beneath it, his smooth scrotum tightened instinctively as cool air brushed the delicate skin.

 

He also lifted his hips with a slow, deliberate motion—his small hands sliding beneath his own buttocks, fingers digging into the soft flesh like he was presenting an offering. The position arched his pelvis upward, exposing the delicate skin of his perineum and tightening his smooth scrotum against his body in a way that made his breath hitch. Every muscle in his prepubescent frame trembled—not from resistance, but from the terrifying vulnerability of baring himself completely. His toes curled against the sheets, knees falling wider apart until the cool air licked at his most sensitive places.

 

Hinata leaned down and kissed both of his prepubescent balls goodbye. Her lips brushed against Naruto's left testicle first—a whisper-soft kiss that made his thighs twitch. Then she moved to the right one, her exhale warm against the delicate skin as she murmured, "Goodbye, little soldiers." The absurd tenderness of it sent a shiver through Naruto's prepubescent frame, his hips lifting instinctively toward her mouth like a flower tilting toward sunlight.

 

Naruto's breath hitched as Hinata's lips lingered against his right testicle, her exhale warm enough to make the delicate skin prickle. The absurd tenderness of the gesture sent conflicting tremors through his small frame—part of him wanted to laugh at the ridiculousness of it all, another part wanted to sob. His fingers dug deeper into the flesh of his own buttocks, the sting grounding him as her breath ghosted over his exposed groin.

 

Hinata's lips lingered against Naruto's right testicle a heartbeat longer than necessary—her breath warm enough to make the delicate skin prickle with gooseblesh. When she finally pulled back, her dark eyes shimmered with something dangerously close to reverence. "One last choice, baby," she murmured, fingers trailing up his trembling inner thigh toward the jar of Testi-Gone. Her wedding ring clicked against the plastic lid. "Do you want Jill to say goodbye..." Her thumb pressed into the hollow beneath his balls, making his spent cock twitch pathetically. "...or mommy's voice when I rub the cream in?"

 

"Your mommy! Always yours!" The words spilled from Naruto's lips like a vow carved into flesh—raw and desperate, his voice cracking halfway through into something almost childlike.

 

"Of course, sweetie," Hinata murmured as she propped Naruto's head up with several pillows so he could watch her as she worked. The silk cushions hissed against his sweat-damp hair, their coolness a sharp contrast to the feverish heat radiating from his prepubescent body. Her fingers dipped back into the jar with ceremonial slowness, scooping out an obscenely large dollop of cream that clung to her fingertips in viscous strands as she activated her Byakugan. Then Naruto's breath hitched in recognition as she started reciting the ad from memory with perfect precision…

 

As she spoke Hinata applied a thick layer of the minty cream to Naruto's tight scrotum before working it with both hands as she began meticulously messaging both of his balls and working and stretching them toward the bottom of his sack. Hinata's thumbs moved in slow, concentric circles, the pressure just shy of painful as she worked the cream deeper, her Byakugan-activated eyes tracking every microscopic reaction beneath the surface. Naruto's breath came in shallow gasps, his hips twitching involuntarily as her fingertips found the sensitive ridge where scrotum met perineum, kneading the flesh there with a clinical detachment.

 

‘I’m really doing it!’ Hinata thought as her Byakugan pulsed with eerie luminescence as she watched Naruto's chakra pathways disintegrate in real time—veins of blue light flickering like dying fireflies beneath the translucent skin of his tightening scrotum. The first sign was subtle: a single capillary near the tunica albuginea unraveling like frayed thread, its luminescence sputtering before vanishing entirely. Then another. And another. The dissolution spread in fractal patterns, his right testicle's chakra network collapsing inward like a sandcastle meeting the tide.

 

At the same time Naruto could only moan as the Testi-Gone cream was messaged into his scrotum, his small hips twitching helplessly against the silk sheets with each practiced rotation of Hinata's fingers. The scent of mint grew thicker between his thighs—sharp enough to make his eyes water—but it was the heat of her breath ghosting over his excited cock that sent tremors through his prepubescent frame. Every exhale from her parted lips rippled across his flushed skin like a desert wind over dunes, raising gooseblesh in its wake while her Byakugan-bright eyes remained locked on his tightening scrotum with surgical intensity.

 

The heat bloomed slowly at first—a warmth like sinking into a hot spring after months of icy training grounds. Then the tingling began, deep inside where Naruto had never consciously *felt* anything before, radiating outward in pulsing waves that made his toes curl against the silk sheets. 'God... It's really happening! It's really happening!' His breath hitched as the sensation intensified, a strange pressure building beneath Hinata's kneading fingers like a storm gathering inside his scrotum.

 

The pressure in Naruto's groin mounted with every kneading rotation of Hinata's fingers—a slow, molten tide that pulsed in time with the frantic rabbit-quick thrum of his prepubescent heart. His cock twitched against his belly, flushed and leaking despite his recent climax, the impulse to reach down and stroke almost overwhelming. His small fingers dug deeper into the flesh of his own ass, nails leaving crescent indents in skin already marked with half-faded love bites. 'No,' he thought wildly, watching Hinata's Byakugan-track the dissolution of his chakra pathways with rapt fascination, 'I *want* this. I *chose* this.'

 

Then just as Jimmy had described it, Naruto experienced the most powerful orgasm of his life—his balls finally dissolving in a cataclysmic eruption that sent molten lightning arcing up his spine. Both orbs burst like rotten grapes under Hinata's kneading fingers, the liquified remains surging outward to fill his suddenly slack scrotum with viscous warmth. Naruto's spine arched off the bed with a violence that rattled the headboard, his scream ripping through the room like a kunai through parchment as his untouched cock began to pulse wildly.

 

Naruto's orgasm hit with the force of a hurricane—his small body convulsing violently against the sheets as Hinata's lips sealed around his pulsing cock in a single fluid motion. The sudden heat of her mouth enveloped him completely, her tongue flattening beneath his shaft like a velvet anvil, but she remained perfectly still otherwise. No sucking, no stroking, just suffocating warmth as his cock twitched against the roof of her mouth in helpless, rhythmic spurts.

 

Hinata's cheeks bulged obscenely as Naruto's orgasm surged against the roof of her mouth—each spurt thicker than the last, flooding her tongue with a salt-bitter deluge that defied logic. Her Byakugan tracked the impossible volume with clinical detachment, veins pulsing as she counted eleven, twelve, thirteen viscous strands from his twitching little cock. The sheer quantity would've choked a grown man, yet here it was—gushing from her husband's prepubescent body like a breached dam.

 

Hinata's lips moved with agonizing slowness—not swallowing, not spitting, but *squeegeeing* every last drop upward along Naruto's twitching cock like she was harvesting sap from a tree. The friction burned impossibly against his oversensitive flesh, each millimeter of retreat drawing another punched-out whimper from his swollen lips. Her tongue pressed flat against the underside of his shaft, creating a trough that channeled his spent seed back toward his flushed tip in a viscous tide.

 

She sealed her lips the moment Naruto's spent cock popped free with a wet sound, her tongue pressing firmly against the roof of her mouth to trap every last drop. She crawled up his trembling prepubescent body with feline grace—knees sinking into the mattress on either side of his narrow hips, milk-slick breasts swaying inches above his flushed chest. Naruto gulped audibly when she paused directly over him, her shadow swallowing him whole as she parted her lips with theatrical slowness.

 

The moment Hinata's mouth opened, Naruto's vision tunneled—her tongue glistening obscenely with his final, ruined release, the viscous strands clinging to her molars in milky webs. His breath hitched, sharp and fractured, just as she descended. Her lips sealed over his with terrifying precision, her tongue sliding against his in a parody of tenderness that made his spent cock twitch against his belly. The taste exploded across his palate—bitter-salty, thicker than her milk.

 

The taste of himself on Hinata's tongue was thicker than Naruto remembered—salt-bitter and cloying, clinging to the roof of his mouth like tree sap. He swallowed reflexively, the motion making his throat work around a lump that had nothing to do with the viscous fluid she'd just forced into him. Some detached part of his mind noted the irony—her sharing this last piece of his masculinity even as she erased it forever.

 

As soon as the last traces of Naruto's seed were consumed by the couple, Hinata broke the kiss and stared directly into Naruto's eyes as she deactivated her Byakugan. The veins around her pearlescent eyes receded, leaving only the dark, dilated pupils fixed on his flushed face. "Now that you're no longer a male," she murmured, thumb brushing the wet corner of his swollen lips, "you shouldn't have any problem eating cum, right baby?" Her smile was a blade wrapped in silk.

 

Naruto's breath hitched—shallow and fractured—as Hinata's fingers slid down to trace the hollow of his throat. Her nail scraped lightly over his Adam's apple, the gesture absurdly tender for the words that followed. "And wouldn't you know it," she sighed, shifting her weight until her thighs bracketed his narrow hips, "some little boy who thought himself a man left a mess inside me that needs cleaning up." Her fingers tangled in his sweat-damp bangs, tilting his head back until the moonlight caught the tears clinging to his lashes. "You remember the rules, don't you?"

 

His nod came faster than his conscious thought—chin bobbing with the frantic rhythm of a puppet on tangled strings. The moment Hinata shifted her weight, his small hands flew to her thighs instinctively, fingers sinking into the yielding flesh as she climbed his trembling body with liquid grace. Her inner thighs glistened in the low light, strands of their mingled fluids painting silver trails across her skin.

 

Naruto's breath hitched—hot and damp against Hinata's inner thighs—as she settled her full weight across his face. The scent of their coupling filled his nostrils, thick with salt and musk and the faintest metallic tang of his own ruin. His small hands trembled where they gripped her hips, fingertips digging into soft flesh as she rocked forward, smearing slickness across his milk-chapped lips. "Open," Hinata murmured, the command velvet-wrapped steel, her fingers tightening in his hair just shy of pain.

 

Naruto's tongue darted forward like a startled lizard's—quick, pink, and trembling against Hinata's slick folds. The first taste hit him like a kunai to the palate: salt-sharp musk layered over the ghostly sweetness of her earlier arousal, all undercut by the bitter tang of his own spent seed. His nose pressed flush against her pelvis, nostrils flaring as he inhaled the humid cocktail of their taboo, his small hands gripping her hips hard enough to leave fleeting fingerprints on her moonlit skin.

 

Hinata's thighs clenched reflexively around his ears when Naruto's tongue found the delicate ridge of her inner labia—the sudden pressure muffling his whimper into a wet vibration against her most sensitive flesh. Her fingers twisted tighter in his hair, guiding him deeper until his nose bumped her swollen clit with each desperate lap. The rhythm came instinctively—flat-tongued swipes upward to gather the viscous strands clinging to her walls, followed by pointed flicks at her apex that made her breath hitch above him.

 

"Taste it properly," Hinata murmured, her voice thick as honey dripping from a spoon. She ground down harder, smearing Naruto's nose with her slickness while his tongue worked frantically beneath her. "That's all that's left of your pathetic little soldiers." Her hips rolled forward, engulfing his face completely as his tongue probed deeper—searching, scavenging, desperate to reclaim every atom of his dissolved masculinity from her tightening walls.

 

Naruto's jaw ached from the strain, saliva pooling beneath his tongue as he lapped at Hinata's clenching entrance with the desperation of a starved puppy. Something primal in him thrilled at the way her muscles fluttered around his probing tip—each involuntary contraction squeezing out another droplet of their mingled fluids for him to chase.

 

But Hinata was in the mood for something longer and thicker than Naruto's dexterous tongue to get off on, so she stopped him before she could even remotely get close to an orgasm. "Enough," she murmured, voice dripping with amused disdain as she lifted her hips just enough to break contact with his frantic mouth. Naruto whined—high and thin—his tongue still darting out reflexively as if chasing the phantom taste of her.

 

"Dispel it," Hinata commanded, her thumb tracing idle circles over Naruto's slack scrotum where his balls had dissolved moments earlier. The minty scent of Testi-Gone still clung to her fingertips, mingling with the salt-sweet musk of their coupling. "I want to see *all* of you when I make you hard again."

 

Naruto's breath hitched as his transformation dissolved in a puff of smoke—his prepubescent form elongating into adulthood in a ripple of muscle and scar tissue. The sudden shift left him vulnerable beneath her, his grown man's frame trembling with residual hypersensitivity where her fingers still played over his empty sac. Hinata's Byakugan flared to life, veins pulsing as she studied the intricate chakra pathways now exposed beneath his flushed skin.

 

Hinata's fingers trailed along Naruto's softening length with the precision of a medic inspecting a kunai after battle—part appraisal, part threat. The moonlight caught the slickness still glistening on his oversensitive flesh as she spoke, her voice low with that dangerous honeyed tone that always made his stomach drop. "First thing tomorrow morning," she murmured, thumb pressing just beneath the swollen head in a way that made his thighs twitch involuntarily, "you're going to march into that hospital and tell Sakura *everything*." Her nail scraped lightly along his frenulum, drawing a punched-out gasp from his swollen lips. "Every. Single. Detail."

 

"That way she can not only make sure there aren't any complications that might have arisen," Hinata continued, her thumb pressing punishing circles into Naruto's urethral opening where the last traces of his last ejaculate still glistened, "but so she can put together a treatment plan to keep this cock of mine functional." The possessive pronoun dripped from her lips like molten honey, her fingers tightening around his softening length in a mockery of affection. "Because as I've explained before," she leaned down until her breath fogged against his parted lips as her eyes bore into his, "it's the only cock I'm ever going to allow inside me." Her teeth grazed his lower lip hard enough to sting. "And I'll be damned if I have to give it up, and before you even think that I might change my mind think again. Even if I was willing to use your clones, which I’m still not due to their fragility, they are still copies of you and since you’ve been castrated so were they."

 

Hinata sat back up as her eyes glanced back down at the remains of Naruto’s manhood as she traced the liquified contents of Naruto's dissolved masculinity—each ripple and swirl of fluid within his slack scrotum mapped with clinical precision. The remnants of his testicles sloshed like warm honey against the thin membrane of skin. She absently noted how his adult scrotum accommodated the viscous volume better than his prepubescent form could have, the extra skin sagging slightly with the weight of his liquefied manhood. According to the instructions it would take between 24 and 48 hours for his body to completely absorb.

 

Hinata's fingers danced lower, tracing the newly slack skin beneath Naruto's softening cock with the precision of a cartographer mapping uncharted territory. Her knuckles brushed the sensitive juncture where scrotum met perineum—once taut with twin weights, now strangely fluid beneath her touch. Then, without warning, she struck.

 

The glowing tips of her index and middle finger connected with that precise spot in a motion more caress than blow, the impact radiating through Naruto's pelvis like a shockwave. His back arched off the mattress as if pulled by invisible strings, a strangled gasp tearing from his throat as his cock sprang to attention—rigid and weeping against his belly in an instant. The transformation from limp to straining erection happened so fast it left him dizzy, his adult body trembling with the aftershocks of involuntary arousal.

 

"Three orgasms..." Hinata's voice dripped with honeyed venom as she straddled Naruto's trembling adult form, her fingers tracing idle circles around his still-flushed cock. The mattress dipped beneath her shifting weight, the scent of mint and sex clinging to her skin like a second layer. "That's how many I've given you without relief. That on top of fulfilling your ultimate fetish fantasy..." Her palms slid upward along his sweat-slicked torso, pausing to pinch both nipples hard enough to make him gasp. "...and castrating you."

 

“All to make you safe to fuck me without any risk of pregnancy.” The words slithered from Hinata’s lips like honey laced with strychnine, her breath hot against Naruto’s ear as smoke suddenly billowed around her body in thick, churning waves. When the smoke cleared, she knelt over him in a 13-year-old’s body. "So now that that cock of yours will be staying hard for the rest of the night I expect you to put it to work and fuck me until I’m begging you to stop—only to keep on fucking me… DADDY!”

 

Hinata's gasp shattered into a thousand fractured notes as Naruto flipped her onto her stomach, his calloused hands spanning her narrow waist with terrifying ease. The sudden inversion left her dizzy—her cheek pressed against silk sheets still damp with milk and sweat, her knees instinctively spreading wider as his cockhead nudged against her dripping entrance. "Oh god—" The realization hit her like a kunai between the ribs: they *were* freaks. Absolute, irredeemable freaks. And she'd never felt more alive.

 

Then all thoughts fled her as Naruto's long thick cock thrust into her tight adolescent cunt without mercy...

 

The End