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The sun stretched across the grassy mountainside, lighting wide swaths of green that spilled over scattered rocks. A gentle breeze whispered through the blades, carrying the faint rustle of leaves. Far off, the soft call of a bush warbler echoed across the slopes. Dirt crunched underneath Takumi, of the Yamagakari Clan, jika-tabi’s as he made his way up the mountainside along the old roads. The only reason he was this far away from his village, way past the countryside on paths used by traders was because he was on a reconnaissance mission. There were reports of an Oni creating havoc in the area, effectively halting all trade through this route. Normally this would be a job for a genin but Takumi was informed that this Oni was practiced in magic, hence why a jonin such as himself was sent out instead.
Takumi moved carefully along the dirt path, having been pointed in this direction by the small settlement where he had spent the night. Soon, he noticed the first signs of something unusual. Deep, heavy footprints pressed into the soft soil, each one accompanied by a shallow groove where a massive club had scraped along the ground. He followed them through expansive patches of grass and over scattered rocks until the trail ended at a wide, shadowed cave nestled against the side of the low mountain. Even from this distance, the cave seemed to hum with a quiet, unsettling weight. Breaking through the shadowy depths Takumi could make out the faint flicker of torches lining the walls, leading his eyes further inside until they disappeared around a bend. Cautiously he entered the cave and ventured into its depths.
The air inside the cave was cool and damp, carrying the faint scent of earth and something sharper, almost metallic. Each step Takumi took echoed off the stone walls, making him hyper-aware of every sound. Somewhere deeper, a low, amused hum reverberated through the tunnels. Takumi froze, hand gripping his short blade, and his eyes darted toward the shadows. A sudden crash of movement from the darkness to his left sent him rolling to the side just as a massive arm swung through the space he had occupied, the club narrowly missing him with a thunderous impact.
“Playing hard to get I see.” The Oni jeered, the side of her lip curling into a smirk as she scraped her club against the stone ground and readied herself for another swing.
Though her attacks were sluggish and brutish they were just fast enough to keep Takumi on his toes as swing after swing of her club flowed into one another. Slowly but surely however he was creating distance from her but she had pushed him back further into the cave so that she was blocking the exit. Before Takumi could go on the offensive the yokai changed up her tactic as she ran straight at him to close the gap again. With not much time to act Takumi reached down to his waist, grabbed a handful of Kunia, and tossed them at her. The first kunai pinged against her club and was sent skittering across the ground. The second kunai missed entirely, whiffing past her head and clipping a few strands of hair. And the last kunai hit its mark, striking her in the shoulder which she tanked. She didn’t even flinch or slow down her stride giving Takumi a fraction of a second to dodge her strike. He fell backwards, readying himself to do a backflip but she swung lower than he anticipated. Her club struck him across the legs, sweeping him off his feet and sending him ungracefully down onto the cold, stony ground. Takumi groaned as he tried to push himself back up, hands scraping against the rough stone. His body ached from the blow but his training kept him moving. Just as he steadied himself, the Oni’s hands shot into the air, fingers locking into a series of precise, rapid seals.
“Nuh uh uh,” the Oni taunted him, “Not so fast my previous little plaything.” Each symbol was distinct, twisting through the space with deliberate precision. Sparks of light arced between her fingertips with every sign, forming an intricate pattern that pulsed with a quiet, unnatural energy.
Before Takumi could react, a shimmering arcane sigil flared to life across his stomach, glowing for a brief moment as if etched into his skin. He froze as a sharp, electric shiver crawled through him. The runes faded leaving a warm, spreading pressure that seemed to curl into every muscle and bone causing his breathing to hitch. It started inside him, guts and organs shifting about within his body, molding themselves into a new form. The rest of his body followed suit as he shrunk by a few inches and his skin grew smooth. Both his skeleton and the mass of his rapidly dwindling muscles were reshaped at the same time leaving him with a cinched waist and flared hips which got a generous helping of plush fat. As his thighs thickened he felt his dick and balls go from being squished by them to being slurped up inside him as his guts rearranged themselves into a pussy and womb, and somehow that wasn’t the most surprising change happening to him. Pressure slowly built in his chest as breast buds blossomed beneath his nipples but as all the leftover mass of discarded muscles and height were pumped into his tits the pressure only grew. His growing breasts pressed against his shōzoku, straining against the fabric until they became too much for it, bursting through and flopping out to the sides. They continued to expand, the skin stretching taut until each breast was the size of a small boulder hanging from his ribcage.
Takumi tried to stand, legs wobbling beneath him as his center of gravity had shifted dramatically. Each step felt uncertain, his wide, uneven gait forcing him to readjust constantly as he struggled to get used to his new weight and curves. The floor seemed to tilt beneath him with every move and he let out a soft, unsteady grunt as he took a hesitant step forward. Before he could fully regain his balance, strong hands shot out and clamped onto his wrists. The Oni’s grip was like iron, and with a single, effortless tug she pressed him against the cold stone wall. Takumi’s back collided with the hard surface and he barely had time to gasp as her other hand came around to pin him firmly in place. Despite his training and reflexes, he was completely at her mercy, trapped and immobile beneath her amused gaze.
The Oni leaned forward, squishing the shinobi’s freshly formed breasts between them as she lowered her head and whispered in their ear. “Now you’re perfect.”
Takumi flinched as the Oni puffed a breath of air into his ear as she ended her statement. She didn’t move her face away from his, instead she softly smirked at him as something poked at his thick thighs. Takumi’s eyes shot down and through the parting of his breasts he could barely make out the bottom flap of the Oni’s was pulled up and outward by a swelling cock. He didn’t know he didn’t notice it before but the third leg dangling from her groin, with two cabbage sized testicles swinging freely below it, was growing erect and its head was tracing a line up his thighs and to his virgin pussy. “Wha- What is this?!” His unfamiliar feminine voice stuttered out, draining any and all authority he was trying to put into his words. “Unhand me you demon!”
“Demon?” The Oni pouted, “That’s a bit harsh.” She pulled Takumi’s hands above their head and held both of their wrists with just one hand. With their now free hand they brought it down to Takumi’s head and brushed a thumb over their cheek. “You can call me Akumae darling.”
Akumae didn’t give Takumi a chance to respond as she pressed her hips forward plunging her stiff dick into his wet folds and forcing a strangled gasp from his throat. His insides were stuffed to the brim, stretching as Akumae pushed deeper inside him. If she were any larger Takumi swore she’d be tearing him in two. “Ah~ Wait…~” The clawed finger was removed from his face as Akumae lowered her hand and grabbed onto his left tit. She traced circles around his puffy areola, sending shivers down his spine whilst she fully sheathed her rod inside him. The bulbous head pressed into his cervix, threatening to spread it too wide open but before it could Akumae pulled her hips back before slamming herself back inside. _“Hah?!~” _
“Does that feel good?” Akumae teased, pressing her forehead against Takumi’s. Her heart swooned as her toy blushed and darted their eyes away from hers. Takumi tugged their arms, futilely trying to loosen her grip but she effortlessly overpowered them. “I knew you were cute ever since I laid eyes on you.” She didn’t give Takumi a moment to respond as she pressed herself into them and locked their lips with theirs. Her tongue delved into her plaything much like the rock hard appendage pounding their cervix. She knew they wouldn’t submit this easily but once she coddled them, showed them just how good she could make them feel, and if she was lucky to have them bear her children they’d see that she wasn’t quite the monster she was made out to be.