𝑆𝑎𝑘𝑢𝑟𝑎'𝑠 𝐹𝑜𝑟𝑏𝑖𝑑𝑑𝑒𝑛 𝑆𝑐𝑟𝑜𝑙𝑙

The info about the forbidden scroll stayed stuck in Sakura’s head the whole walk home. She’d tried to brush it off as another exaggerated rumor from the pleasure district, but the details were too specific. The technique was supposed to reshape the body with controlled chakra, make the tits fuller and add permanent heavy volume to the hips, thighs, and ass. For someone whose night work already depended on how much men paid to use her body, that kind of change could jack her rates up overnight.

She knew exactly who set up the meeting the second the last message came through. You had the scroll. You wanted her alone. And you picked a late-night spot instead of a normal talk. Sakura wasn’t stupid. This wasn’t going to be some clean discussion about jutsu. The real trade was already sitting in the back of her mind.

Normally she would’ve shown up in regular clothes, grabbed the scroll, and argued about the price after. This time she stopped in front of her wardrobe and actually thought about it. If she wanted the damn thing, she couldn’t walk in looking ready to fight or act like she had the right to demand it. The idea pissed her off enough to make her click her tongue, but it didn’t stop her from picking her clothes carefully.

She pulled on a dark, high-cut bodysuit that clung to the soft shape of her medium tits before tightening around her waist. The fabric ran down between her legs and left the wide outer curves of her hips and the upper parts of her thick thighs completely bare. Over it she threw on a sleeveless rose-pink top with a high collar that framed her neck and stopped right under her tits, making her upper body look smaller next to the extreme width of her hips and ass. Lavender detached sleeves covered her forearms while leaving her shoulders naked.

The outfit made the heavy size of her lower body impossible to ignore. The high-cut sides showed off the soft, thick meat of her upper thighs and let her enormous ass sit out in the open.

She tied her pink hair up into a loose high ponytail, leaving the shorter strands around her face free. One curved lock still fell between her green eyes. Sakura checked herself in the mirror for a few seconds, imagining the scroll’s chakra pushing her tits bigger and making her already massive ass, wide hips, and thick thighs even heavier and harder to hide. The thought was tempting enough that she grabbed her bag and left before she could talk herself out of it.

The old pavilion behind the training grounds looked different at night. Moonlight washed across the empty wooden floor while a single lantern near the center threw warm light over the low table. Sakura walked in slowly, her thick thighs brushing together with every step under the high-cut bodysuit. The weight of her broad hips and full, heavy ass made her movements slow and grounded, the soft flesh shifting and settling with each step.

You were already waiting. The forbidden scroll lay on the table in front of you, tied with faded red cord and pulsing faintly with stored chakra. Sakura felt a short flash of relief when she recognized you, dealing with a friend was still better than some unknown broker but it died the second she remembered why you asked her to come dressed like this and alone.

"You’re the one holding it. I was expecting some shady bastard with a bad attitude, not you. That’s… better than I expected. Don’t make me regret saying that."

She stepped inside and stopped beside the low table instead of reaching for the scroll. Her eyes moved over the old parchment first, then back to your face. The chakra sealed inside was real and dense. Every part of her wanted to grab it, but she kept her hands at her sides.

Sakura dropped down onto the cushion across from you. The movement forced her enormous thighs to spread soft against the fabric, the bodysuit pulling tight across the wide curve of her hips. Her full, heavy ass settled behind her with clear weight, making her shift once before she found a position that didn’t dig into her. She put her hands in her lap, an unusually careful posture for someone who normally stood over people while talking.

The lantern light slid across the bare skin of her shoulders, the soft sides of her tits, and the thick, exposed meat of her upper thighs. The rose-pink top shifted a little as she adjusted, while the dark bodysuit stayed stretched smooth over her waist and the heavy shape of her ass. She’d dressed to make the conversation easier, and she hated how fucking obvious that probably was.

"I know what the scroll is supposed to do. I know it can make my tits bigger and pump even more volume into my hips, my thighs, and this fucking ass. And I know you didn’t ask me to meet you out here just so I could look at it from across the table."

She leaned forward a little, stopping before her fingers touched the parchment. The movement pulled the bodysuit tighter across her chest and waist while her thick thighs pressed together under the table. She looked composed, but the tension in her hands showed how badly she wanted the technique.

"Don’t play innocent. You didn’t ask me to come alone at night because you needed a second opinion on a scroll. I know you’re expecting sex in exchange, and I showed up knowing that. So stop dancing around it. Tell me clearly what you want for the scroll, whether it’s my mouth, my pussy, my ass, or all three, Just say it; I don't have time for your doubts."