Chapter 15 - Section 9, Outfoxed (GITS/Naruto crossover)

By:rabiator

Section 9 is investigating a new criminal organization and the Major falls into a trap. Caught by Naruto and placed in a new, sex-doll style cyborg body, will she be able to resist his advances and arrest him, or will she end up as his beautiful, bred, barefoot bride?

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Niihama Prefecture 

Niihama had never been what anyone would call a "safe" city. But over the past few months, things had gotten…well not exactly better, but different. There was a new group in town, and exactly what they were depended on who you asked. Some called them vigilantes, others just another gang in a town that had plenty, and still others a paramilitary organization that was secretly controlled by one nefarious group or another-it could have been a secret arm of the JSDF, the government of Shikoku, a powerful zaibatsu, or even a foreign intelligence agency. Everyone representative for all of those groups and their many affiliates and subsidiaries all denied, but then they would, wouldn't they?

The facts of the group's activities were a little clearer-they were called Uzu and over the past several months they had been taking out major criminal organizations in the area. They seemed to operate on a for-pay basis, though no one admitted to contracting with the, and they had lines they wouldn't cross, like human trafficking and major drug operations. The only reason people could say with certainty that these were their lines was that those illicit activities were shut down in areas where they were known to operate. They seemed to avoid civilian casualties, but more often than not left bodies in the streets of gangbangers with their cyborg bodies often smashed to bits or with important parts ripped out, possibly to be repurposed. Uzu still practiced more traditional crime like protection rackets, offering to keep businesses and entire neighborhoods safe and actually come to their aid when the police proved ineffective.

It was this last bit that had put them on Section 9's radar. A unique organization of apparently highly skilled operatives not connected to any major government operating with apparently no oversight? They were stepping all over Section 9's toes, and that was a problem that could not stand. Vigilante groups came and went-there had been a group called the Cyborg Yakuza a few years back, they had enjoyed a brief rise followed by an even faster fall, but people were beginning to have actual support for these Uzu. There were also rumors that many of the criminal groups they shut down were simply folded into their "Uzu umbrella" as Batou had coined it. 

At the very least, Section 9 needed hard facts, and at most they might have to prepare to treat the entire organization as a dangerous terrorist group and shut them down block by block, cell by cell, and operative by operative. That wasn't their preferred way of doing things, so the current plan was to find and identify Uzu's leader by any means necessary, and cut off the proverbial head of the serpent. But identifying who was in charge was quite difficult, the most diligent counter-cyber efforts produced only more rumors, and interrogations of those few Uzu agents captured alive produced long-winded, vague, and ultimately fruitless speeches about a Fire Shadow, whatever that meant.

But now, things were looking up. They had a strong, solid lead, information back-checked through other channels, a tip from an anonymous cyber source that contained enough traceable data to be identified to several other positive tips over a period of nearly eighteen months. Favors had been cashed in from shadow hackers and local informed residents alike, and Section 9 was ready to take action. Apparently, there was an office building Uzu had operated from only a few times in the past, and never frequently enough to attract attention, but there would be an active link to a sensitive, secret network they used for a brief period of time. This mission required speed, the ability to project high power in a small area, intelligence, and the ability to adapt in the field. That meant there was only one operative Section 9 could think of using.

Major Motoko Kusanagi made her way through a series of back alleys, avoiding likely cybernetic surveillance spots as well as conventional cameras. She made use of a digital spoof that would obscure her face and body type by simulating one of twenty distinct visual profiles in a randomized pattern. Without any backup, she needed to be extra cautious, but then that was her normal operating procedure. Motoko looked like a normal enough woman, dark blue hair falling about her face as she moved, with striking intense features and blue eyes so light they were nearly white, with an athlete's prowess. Anybody looking close enough could tell she had a heavy step, a minor but clear indicator that her body was synthetic, as the Major operated in an entirely artificial shell for the only remaining biological parts of her body-her brain and small piece of her spinal column. There were times she missed the rest of her body, wondering if it made her more or less human…but right now, her cyborg body made her capable of accomplishing this mission, and that was all that mattered.

"Batou, I'm nearing the office now. Switching to passive communications only. Give me 90 seconds…any longer than that, and something's wrong." For someone who could move so fast, and possessed information processing speeds far in advance of a normal human, a minute and a half was plenty of time for a little light cyber-recon. Motoko approached one office building in a block of countless others, nondescript, poorly lit, and slick from recent rainfall. The building's plans were sent to her brain and displayed in front of her vision simulators-if she needed to, she could sweep through every room in this building in complete darkness.

It didn't come to that, and Motoko made her way to the tenth floor, though the building was semi-abandoned so there were no markers in the stairwell or on the doors. She spotted some graffiti, what looked like a spiral pattern, like a whirlpool maybe…Motoko flagged it and would cross-reference it with other symbols later. Right now, she had to make an entry and be ready for anything.

The door was unlocked but she kicked it open anyway, artificial musculature and years of combat experience splintering the cheap wood like a child snapping a toothpick. She flicked the lights on with one hand as her other drew her sidearm, clearing the room in seconds with focused, precise glances. It was empty except for a series of cheap cubicles, thrown up in a hurry and able to be taken down just as fast with old-looking but sophisticated computers. Only one of them had power, and Mokoto approached it quickly, preparing to interface. Her internal chronometer told her barely fifteen seconds had passed since she'd entered the building and she hoped to be back out in little more than another twenty.

Contact initiated…error error! HOSTILE DAEMON DETECTED! SYSTEMS COMPROMISED…INITIATING FORCED SHUTDOWN!!

This all scrolled past Motoko's cybereyes in less than a second, and her body fell, all cybernetics shut down. Technically, Motoko's brain was still active, but for her safety and sanity, she blacked out as well, rather than being trapped inside her own mind, blind, deaf and unable to sense or interact with the outside world in any way. 

Her eyes opened again, and Motoko blinked, wondering how much time had passed. A shutdown like that wasn't like going to sleep, and with her body's internal chronometer completely severed, she had no way of knowing how long she had been out. It could have been minutes, or it could have been days. 

"Where…am I?" She whispered, a rare utterance from her, but she was confused. Information was flooding her brain, but something was wrong, something she couldn't quite put her finger on. She was on a bed, one that resemble a hospital bed more than anything else, and she stood up quickly, her body adjusting to its surroundings-the harsh white lights and bare nondescript gray walls meant she could have been anywhere, but there was a faint smell in the room, like antiseptic…this might have been a butcher's room, or an operating theater.

Motoko spotted a full-length mirror in one wall, and was in front of it in moments. In an instant, she realized what was wrong…she looked about the same, superficially, but her body had been altered. She was wearing a powder blue jacket, tight at the shoulders and short, ending several inches above her tiny waist. Her body measurements had been altered, that was obvious, but the calculations ran in her head as Motoko examined the rest of her outfit, which consisted of a two-toned body-suit, the same powder blue in a 'Y' pattern on her chest and down the middle of her abs, a cream color on the outside that was connected to stockings that showed off her thighs in cut-out patterns, the whole outfit having gold accents-clasps that held her stockings to the body suit, the zipper of the jacket and so on. 

Mokoto was wearing matching blue panties and shoes that resembled ballet flats, everything feeling a bit off-this was an entirely different full body cyborg shell than her last one, despite the broad strokes-her facial features, hair, eyes and height being the same. This was not a combat model that much was obvious from the way she moved and the way she looked-Mokoto had always been attractive, or her shell had been (she dreamed of her old body, and sometimes it looked the same in her emind, sometimes it didn't). The readout ran down her eyes, displaying some new data.

Measurements…height: 170 centimeters, weight…105 kilograms. Bust…96 centimeters, FF-cup equivalent, Waist…57 centimeters, hips…106 centimeters.

Mokoto was still mentally processing this information as she looked at her new body, already knowing without checking that her internal and external weapons were gone. Another series of data rad-outs ran down her cybereyes and made it clear there was little to go on to determine where she was, and no active or passive communications possible with her team. The room only had one door, which she tried only to find it was locked and too sturdy-either due to its construction or her new body's relative lack of strength, or both.  She tried to listen, it seemed soundproof-she could be in the middle of a tanker ship in a cargo container being moved overseas, or half a kilometer underground. The only thing Mokoto had control of was how she responded to what came next. 

She returned to the bed, checking to see if it was bolted down, which it was. She might have uprooted it in the past and used it as an impromptu bludgeon, but not now. Now all she could do was wait and..

"Ah, there you are! My oh my, you look even better than I imagined!" A man walked into the room, the locks sliding back into place as she shut it behind him, moving with speed and a slick, easy nature in his stride. He was wearing a long dark coat with an orange jumpsuit underneath, with vaguely asian facial features, bright blue eyes, strange whisker-like markings on his face and close-cropped orangish-blonde hair. She didn't detect any cybernetics from him, but that only meant so much in this new form…he might have had cutting edge firmware or synthetic muscular enhancements. He was taller than her, and walked around, taking a look at her body. For the first time in a long time, Mokoto felt a bit of shame rising up, almost forgetting what it was like…but then, she knew in her wildest dreams she'd never looked like this, with enormous tits and a fat, stripper-sized booty to go along with it, feeling like her clothes were little more than decorative floss. She was even wearing synthetic make-up, some of it permanent (like her elongated, butterfly eyelashes), and some of it applied when she was under, like the pinkish lipstick she wore.

"Are you behind this? Do you work for Uzu?" She asked, tone clipped but even her voice sounded different-just a little bit higher, and much more unsure of herself.

He walked around her quickly, examining her from all angles in a way that made the artificial Major feel like a piece of meat. "The way the clothes just, mhm, hug your body like that…artificial muscles and well-defined abs are one thing, but there's no substitute for a good tailor. Same guy who did my coat actually. You like?"

He gave a flourish of the long coat as she circled around to face the Major once more, a wide grin on his face. Under normal circumstances, she would have thought he was an idiot, but then she was the one who fell for a trap and woke up in an entirely new body. Maybe she shouldn't judge just yet.

"Yes, I am behind this, to answer your question. My name is Naruto Uzumaki, and Uzu, as you might have guessed, works for me. Did you see the little spirals? I did that, I think my eye for spray paint is really getting better, I've been practicing but wearing a gas mask hurts my throat, to tell you the truth. And yes, for your next few questions…"

Naruto ticked points off on his fingertips, reciting information as though from a memorized script.

"Yes, I was behind the top that led you to me. I established that cover identity long before I let Uzu's activities be known in the area, so that you would have no reason to question the leak. It wasn't my idea though, I've got a guy who works for me to do stuff like that…we call him Dan 9, cuz he…" Naruto stopped, catching himself.

"Sorry, you don't care about that. Anyway, I lured you to the office, I made sure the computer was trapped, and I arranged for you to be brought here and have your brain put into a new cyborg body. I didn't build it but I did design it, and you look better than I hoped-that hair color really really suits you, and the way your mouth just slightly parts when you're at rest…it's a thing of beauty. You, dear Major are a thing of beauty, cyborg shell or not, and I have admired your intelligence and your abilities for a while now."

Mokoto's hands came up in a weak, tentative defensive posture, but she knew it was just to comfort herself. Unfamiliarity with this body aside, he'd never have been stupid enough to put her in a body he couldn't overpower or subdue somehow.

"So this is some sort of recruitment? You can save your sales pitch, blondie, because I will never work for you and-"

Naruto cut her off, waving his hands in the air in apology. "Oh no, no no no, you misunderstand me Major. You're not going to work for Uzu or me, at least not how you might imagine. No, I want you to be my bride, my loving, blushing, beautiful wife and the mother of my children."

Mokoto's eyes widened, already so large in her face and now looking like a dazed, doe-eyed old movie star, actually covering her mouth in shock. "That's-that's impossible, you must be crazy! I can't…and I would never even if I could!"

Once again Naruto ignored her concerns, wagging one finger at her playfully. "Naturally, I've made sure your new body is fully "equipped", if you know what I mean. When we had you all to ourselves, and we were really close…" 

Naruto cupped his hands together as if holding an invisible bowl and Mokoto realized he had held her brain at some point, when she was stripped out of her old shell. Her arms crossed on her body, trying to cover up in this skin tight outfit and suddenly feeling actually naked for the first time in years.

"Well, that was a rare opportunity so I had some people, real smarty pants types, learn everything they could about your DNA. They were able to grow some real, honest to goodness biological components, and I don't mean a spare medulla oblongata. Real human reproductive organs, in that cyborg shell of yours. Something about enhanced fertility and "sustained hyper ovulation.", I don't know what it all is but I know what it means."

Mokoto's hands dropped to her taut, trim stomach, cradling herself for a moment, and also admiring the toned abs she could feel flexing under her clothes, with picture-perfect obliques pointing down at her crotch, which was already beginning to flare up with distinctly biological feelings. 

"You mean I can really get…?" She couldn't say it, not yet.

"Believe it!" Naruto said, making a fist and smacking it into his open palm.

"Tell you what Major, you're one tough cookie, no matter what shell you're in, and I can tell Uzu wouldn't be your first choice for a new employer, so I'll make a bet with you. We'll have sex, for as long as you…or I," He chuckled, as if knowing some secret joke.

"Can last. Whoever begs for mercy first loses. If I lose, Uzu will vanish from Japan forever. If you lose, well…" Naruto began humming an old song that Mokoto recognized from countless holos and even older music records. The Wedding March.  It was all so much, but he was right, she was a tough one to break, and she would never give in willingly. At the very least, holding out and playing his game brought time for her team to find her.

"And my old body. If I win, I want that back." She said, looking at him with cold appraisal that resembled more like intense, fervent admiration in her new form, pupils wide and lips moist.

Naruto shrugged. "It's…otherwise occupied at the moment, but I can get it back for you, sure, no problem."

Mokoto powered right past the phrase "otherwise occupied" and simply pointed her finger at his chest, staring up at the tall, mysterious man, who she hated to admit, even to herself, was a little handsome.

"Fine then, you're on. It's a deal. Don't hold anything back or I'll crush you." Mokoto knew her body wasn't as strong as that was before, but that didn't matter-everything her sensors were telling her was that Naruto was a normal baseline human, and sexbot-upgrade or not, Mokoto was confident she could handle one cocky young man. She may have looked young but she was willing to bet she had decades of experience on this punk.

"Oh, you're just as impressive as I'd thought, Major. Let's get started then." Naruto seemed to blur for a second, moving so fast Mokoto's cybereyes generated fragments of him in several places before he slowed down, standing much closer to her now. The heat from his body was palatable, and Mokoto felt a reflexive gulp as her body responded to being this close to a naked man, her pulse increasing and the synthskin of her cheeks flushing. 

"Ah…holy shit!" She cursed, glancing down. Maybe this Naruto wasn't all natural after all, because he was packing an absolutely massive dick, along with a body that seemed sculpted into perfection. His pecs were large yet toned, and the little lines between his abdominals were so clear Mokoto could have traced them with her tongue. His oblique muscles would have made an underwear model jealous and her eyes followed them to a hairy, tangled bush of dark blond pubic hair and a pair of massive balls, calling to mind melons or other large fruit, stuffed into a satchel of wrinkly leathery skin.

"In case you're wondering, it's all natural, Mokoto. But don't worry, you'll find I can keep with your cyborg body just fine." Naruto jerked his dick slowly, with a smug smile on his face-one Mokoto couldn't really fault him for. She had seen plenty of strange things in her long life, cybernetic sexual organs of all kinds, but there was denying an old-fashioned, all natural column of hard, throbbing man meat like the one swinging between Naruto's legs, rising higher and higher like the prow of a ship. 

Forty-five centimeters… The digital readout on her screen read, and Mokoto quickly switched it off. She didn't need any help in telling her yes, this was a huge cock.

Naruto hopped up onto the bed, looking at Mokoto with obvious, naked lust in his eyes and an almost dopey smile. 

"Well, you seem very confident in yourself Major, so right now why don't you just show me what you got? Put those new, amazing tits of yours to good use." He commanded lightly, eyeing up Mokoto's impressive, gravity-defying perfect, huge tits.

"F-fine. No problem." Mokoto said, slowly crouching in front of him, unzipping her tight top. Her breasts were soft to the touch as she hefted them, perfectly firm and without a trace of imperfection anyway on their pale, beautiful surface. Yet something was off and as Mokoto brought those tits around Naruto's dick, she could tell what it was, letting out a little hiss as her nipples grew hard, her tits smushing and lightly grinding against Naruto's dick with little indents from where she squeezed.

Naruto moaned, enjoying the kind of marshmallowy heavenly titjob few men would ever experience, and from one of the most dangerous woman in Japan to boot. "Ah…I hope you'll enjoy this as much as I do, Mokoto…but then, I think you already might be."

Mokoto bit her lower lip, trying to look unbothered as she began working her tits up and down Naruto's massive, thick shaft, so large even her gigantic tits couldn't cover it completely. Her enormous tits were sensitive to the touch, far more sensitive than they should have been, making her gasp as her fingers lightly caressed her own nipples. Clearly her body had been modified, and Mokoto could tell this was part of Naruto's plan all-

Smack!

"Ahh-oohh!" Mokoto cried out as Naruto smacked her fat tits, the stinging pain barely lasting for a moment before the sinful pleasure washed across her mind. Her thighs rubbed together as Naruto smacked her huge breasts again and again, making them bounce and clap as she kept servicing his hot, thick dick. She tried not to let it show, but she was obviously enjoying this, her face flushing and her breath getting faster and more shallow…if she didn't do something to stop him, and quick, she could be in trouble. Mokoto kept pumping those tits up and down, enveloping as much of Naruto's cock as she could, going faster and faster, but as he thrust up with her his fat balls smacked into the bottom of her tits and-

"Ohh…fuck, oh my gahhhdd!" Mokoto yelled, her eyes crossing for a moment as she came, pussy juices squirting in her tight little panties. She was getting off from using her tits as a wankrag for this bastard, and it was one of the most powerful orgasms she'd ever had.

"That's right, Mokoto, let it all out. Just…umf…keep working those tits like a good bitch! Hmm, tighter, really squeeze that dick!" Naruto commanded, and Mokoto was helpless to do anything but obey. It all simply felt too good, her nipples hard as diamonds, her pussy dripping almost audibly on the floor, and her heart racing. Naruto soon took more control, stroking her hair with one hand before he grabbed her tits as well, further squeezing his cock with them in a wonderfully soft vise. It was almost too tight for him to thrust, but he made it work, his cocktip soon smacking Mokoto in the face and making her gasp as he smeared hot, salty precome all over her gorgeous face. His balls hit her tits in a constant, off-rhythm chorus.

"Ohh, god, please slow down Naruto! If you keep doing that, if you keep…" Fucking my tits like they're a hot little pussy!  She wanted to show, but bit her tongue and tried to compose herself.

But it was too late. Naruto knew weakness when he saw it and he moved his hands on her tits, soon pulling and almost yanking on her fat nipples, and Mokoto made a foolish, braindead face as she came again, her little ballet shoes actually slapping on the floor as she stomped her feet like a child, unable to resist having a nasty bitchgasm all from Naruto using her fat cow tits to jerk his cock off. 

Her hands fell away from her tits, arms weak from the back to back orgasm. Naruto sat up, grabbing her head and Mokoto knew what was coming next as his dick pushed against her lips. To her shame, she opened her mouth as wide as she could, even without being told. Naruto groaned above her in a crude manner, his cock seeming to vibrate inside her mouth with arousal. 

"Ohh fuck that feels good, Mokoto! Suck that fucking cock, just like that, take it in nice and deep! Shit, just like that, more more more!" Naruto's thrusts grew faster and faster, more insistent with each push of his hips, clearly trying to bury his entire cock in the Major's soft, wet, grasping throat.

"Glllch, glllchh, gllllkkk! Hu-waarrrk!" 

The most dangerous woman in Japan gagged on Naruto's cock like a cheap slut as he fucked her face, feeling some of her makeup began to trickle down her cheeks. He was using her like nothing but a sextoy, and Mokoto couldn't help but enjoy his rough treatment. She shamelessly squeezed her own tits, moaning whorishly as she lifted them up, presenting them for Naruto to smack and grope, which he did with abandon. The sloppy, lurid sounds of her frenzied facefucking filled the room, and Mokoto did her best to hollow her cheeks out, making an obscene blowjob face as she looked up at Naruto, submission and lust written across her gorgeous features. 

She wanted to curse at him, to spit his dick out of her mouth and yell at him for what a bastard he was, tricking her, trapping her, and putting her in this lewd, obscene body. She wanted to take his balls and just squeeze them until he passed out. She wanted…she wanted…to…

"Mmphfff! Mmff! Glawwk, glawwk, glchhhh!"

That fat cock pushed deeper into Mokoto's throat and she couldn't help it, her body simply too sensitive, every inch of her responsive to even the slightest touch from Naruto's skilled hands. With nearly a foot of fat cock shoved down her throat, her lipstick seared and smudged all over the length looking up at Naruto and his cocky, overconfident face…Mokoto came again, choking on that cock and getting off on it, feeling a lack of oxygen as her lungs burned and sparks danced in front of her eyes. Clearly this body could take less punishment than her own, and Mokoto's brain proved unequal to the task of resisting all this pleasure, her hands actually reaching out to grab Naruto's balls and massage them. Still happily choking on his dick while working those massive sperm tanks for all she was worth, the message in her eyes was clear.

She wanted his cum, every last nasty drop of it, she wanted to be rewarded for doing a good job sucking that dick. Most of all, Mokoto wanted to feel that next level of humiliation and degradation from having her gorgeous face turned into nothing more than a jizz trough for this hung, sexy bastard. And she was going to get it, letting her tongue squeeze his dick as she grabbed his ass, pulling her face down further, letting out nasty, glottal sounds as she used her head as nothing more than a dick sleeve. Inch by inch she sank down on that cock, with a huge bulge in her thin neck, until Naruto's smelly, unwashed balls collided with her face. Clearly he was counting on using every bit of his body against her, his size, his stamina, and the lewd musk radiating from his body like a drug.

"Oh fuck, you dirty little slut! Ah, shit here it comes!" Naruto pulled out of Mokoto's throat, leaving her gasping for air, spitting up drool but mostly looking kind of sad to have that cock yanked out of her greedy little whore mouth. Naruto jerked his dick with lightning speed, his balls growing tight as Mokoto simply crouched before him, hefting her tits up like a good little bitch, letting him know her body was nothing more than a target for him to mark with his spunk, claiming her as his the way a beast would.

Spllrt! Spllrt! Spllrch!

"Ahhh, ohh, so…hot! Mmm, yes yes yes!" Mokoto said, unable to hold back her delight from being used as a catch rag for Naruto's jizz. His piss slit dilated like the barrel of a cannon, unleashing hot, thick tacky ropes of ball batter all over her face. It was like someone dumping warm, sticky paint onto her head, gluing one of her long-lashed eyes shut and clogging up her nostrils with the gross, hyper-virile seed. Mokoto snorted that come like a drug, her tiny nostrils flaring like twin vacuums as she stuck her tongue out as far as it would go. The taste of Naruto's jizz made her brain explode with more pleasure, and her eyes rolled back in her head, her body sinking down into a low, lewd stripper squat. Naruto filled her mouth up to overflowing and she happily gargled that sperm, before he blasted her tits with enough sperm to leave them covered and dripping. His orgasm seemed to a last forever, and it only made Mokoto come herself to feel so used and dirty…she had been party to a lot of lewd sex in her life, but there was something raw about Naruto, magnetic in an animal way that made her pussy drip and her heart race.

Lips smacking, swallowing down that jizz and feeling it coat her throat all the way down, Mokoto's eyes struggled to focus. She was clearly loopy from guzzling down that much come and from all the orgasms she'd had already, her brain dickdrunk as Naruto reached down. He grabbed her under the armpits, hoisting her up easily as Mokoto staggered on her feet, giggling like a schoolgirl. Her body wasn't as densely muscled as her last one, but it was still heavier than it looked and Naruto just pulled and pushed her around like a toy.

"So…strong~" Mokoto said, cooing for him as he pushed her front onto the bed, her tits dangling off the other side as she was bent over. She tried to look back at him, to say something, but her brain was still having trouble focusing as Naruto leaned in close to her ass.

"Fuck, your ass is perfect, Mokoto. I can't wait to make you my bride, and see this big fat booty get even larger once you're knocked up." Naruto spanked her ass as he kissed and licked along her fat, perfect asscheeks, tugging her panties down with his teeth. To the Major, who often struggled with whether or not she was even human, the idea of being reminded that she was a woman by being Naruto's little pregnant bitch almost made her come again right then and there. She felt that dick beating her ass up as Naruto smacked it against her thick cheeks, before he hotdogged for a moment with long slow strokes, making her ass puff out with his firm grip. Then, just as Mokoto was slowly steadying herself, he lined his dick up with her tiny, pink asshole and began to push.

"Ahh…oh, Naruto! Not…not my ass, it'll never fit! You're going to break me in ha-oooh, oh gahhd! I'm…I'm gonna fucking cum! I'm cumming on your dick daddy!"

Mokoto's resistance barely lasted a few seconds as Naruto impaled her ass on his cock, pulling back on her waist with a strength that could not be denied. Mokoto's hands gripped the hospital bed for comfort, denting the mattress as her ass was fucked with deep, forceful strokes. The way he was bulging her out, she could feel him in her stomach, and she knew he was deep in her guts, almost compressing her pussy from the other side as he assfucked her brains out. Naruto grabbed the Major's short hair with one hand, tugging back on it as he slammed his hips forward.

Wham! Wham! Wham!

 "Ohh gahhd, Naruto, please don't stop, don't stop! You're…making me your little bitch! I'm your dirty assfucking whore!"

Naruto just grinned, grunting a bit as he really had to saw his cock forward, not stopping until he was buried balls deep in Motoko's ass, feeling his balls slap her pussy lips, making her absolutely gush as she came over and over again. Her body was rebelling against her, flashing warning signs that her brain activity was threatening to overload her cyborg shell as she came from her ass and pussy at the same time. Naruto only picked up  the pace, fucking her body forward enough that her feet lifted off the ground, dangling weakly as he fucked like she was little more than a piece of meat.

WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!

As Motoko's feet kicked, Naruto reached forward, grabbing her arms and tugging her backwards. She let out an impressed and surprised "Oooh!" before Naruto lifted her bodily off the hospital bed, thrusting upward so hard he actually forced the big-titted cyborg slut off his cock, leaving her formerly tight asshole distended and gaping. As Motoko struggled to catch her breath, Naruto shifted his grip and before Motoko knew what was happening, her body was folded in half with Naruto's strong arms hooked under her knees and then behind her neck, keeping her aloft in an embarrassing, dominant full nelson position. 

Barely missing a beat between strokes, Naruto pulled Motoko down like a sex toy as his hips thrust upward, his cock spearing into her tight, hairless, drippy pussy with one powerful blow. His dick tunneled into her her pussy like a drill, hitting her cervix and forcing it open easily, with his cock forming a clear bulge in Motoko's stomach, her body stretched so thin the bell-shaped tip of his dick was obvious as it punched up well past her belly button. Motoko squealed like an animal as she came, her pussy squirting out hard enough to hit the opposite wall as she looked down. Her eyes nearly bulged out of her head at the sight of that massive bulge in her belly, knowing that cock had driven all the way to the back of her womb.

Her head threw back as Naruto began fucking her fast and hard in this position, moaning at how tight her pussy was. She gripped him with every inch, trying to squeeze him on purpose, wanting to make him feel even a tenth as good as she felt. Her breathing came out in hiccupy, off-rhythm gasps, hyperventilating as her heart raced out of control, 110 beats per minute, then 120, and finally 150 as she came over and over again on that cock.

"Oh fuck me daddy, fuck me harder! Puh-please don't stop, I want you to fill me up, give me your cum daddy! Knock me the fuck up!" Mokoto had warned him about underestimating her, but she had been the one who misunderstood the situation all along. Naruto had turned her into his bitch, his fat-titted, ass-wobbling three hole fuckslut and it had been easy. Now he was going to make sure she was his for all time, finally finding the perfect bride. Naruto kissed along Mokoto's neck, making her feet kick in the air like a dog being scratched in just the right spot, her body orgasming over and over again, caught in a positive feedback loop. Naruto dug his feet into the ground, knowing that he had won, and now he was going to take a victory lap-or five, on all of Mokoto's holes.

"Here it comes, Mokoto! Your life is going to be tethered to mine forever! From now on, I- 

Wham! Wham! Wham!

"-own"

WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! 

"You!"

WHAMWHAMWHAMWHAM!

"Oh…god…you're killing me! Oh daddy…I love this cawwk!" Mokoto cried out in defeat, submission, and more ecstasy than she had felt in her entire life compressed into one tiny moment. She could feel Naruto's dick rampaging inside her cunt, fucking her so hard she thought he might dislocate her cyborg hips. Ten minutes of breakneck pace fucking passed, then twenty, then thirty and by then Mokoto had lost all sense of time. All she knew was that she kept coming over and over, while Naruto made her stare down at her own gaping pussy. On his orders, she smacked her own tits and pulled at her nipples so hard she thought they might fall off, her hypersensitive body little more than his plaything. 

When Naruto finally came inside of her, Mokoto's face contorted into a brainless, bimbo ahegao expression, her eyes crossed stupidly as her tongue stuck out. Her face flushed a deep red as she could only stare and watch her stomach bulge and expand, moaning and panting and babbling, but unable to form words beside "kuh-cumming" and "daddy!" over and over.

Each hot blast of jizz inside her most sacred, vulnerable place (despite being new to this body, Mokoto already treasured her womb-and any other place Naruto wanted to use for his pleasure-more than any of her old bodies), made Mokoto's stomach swell up. Each thrust of Naruto's hips made her body quake and her ass clap, her titties bouncing so much they kept hitting her in the face with her body folded like a pretzel. Jizz splattered out of her gaping twat yet more and more filled her up, ballooning her body out until she looked nine months pregnant.

Spllrt! Spllrt! Spllrch!

Naruto moaned as he slowly came down from his orgasm, biting and licking at Mokoto's neck to leave a series of dark purplish bruises and hickies, marking his territory. Slowly he pulled out, letting Mokoto fall to the floor heavily. Even in her semi-conscious state, her hands fell to her bruised and abused fuckholes, rubbing herself gingerly and also trying to keep every drop of jizz inside her from spilling out. Naruto smiled down at the once proud major, now his bride to be, admiring his own handiwork. Now that he'd broken her in, it was time to have some real fun.

Seven months later, Naruto sat at his desk in a high office, with fake digital windows that showed a bright, sunny day.  Today was one of the rare days he had work that was too important to push off on anyone, so he sat tapping away at the keys slowly, using only his index fingers as if resisting in any way would make the work less annoying. 

"Ah, Naruto! I thought you might be hungry." A dulcet voice came as the door to his office opened suddenly. 

It was the Major, wearing only an apron as she bustled towards him. She was carrying a silver platter with a bowl of ramen on it, still steaming. Each step made her massive tits jiggle and shake, and her ass was now so fat Naruto could see it on either side of her even from the front. Well into her pregnancy now, the Major moved carefully and with an obvious bounce in her step, but with none of the athleticism or alertness that had once been second nature to her.

"Ah, thank you my sweet. Who could ask for a better bride?" Naruto winked at her, and Motoko blushed like a schoolgirl, shaking her head cutely as her hair fell in front of her face.

"Well, you just work so hard, my love, I want to make sure you'll well rested. Someone needs to take care of you so you don't get overstressed. You just sit back and enjoy." 

She set the platter down on a bare patch of the synth-pine that made up his desk, as Naruto pushed his wheeled chair back. In seconds, Motoko was crawling under the desk, with just enough space for her to sit on her knees, tits bouncing as she reached for Naruto's pants.

Ziiiipp!

Naruto's cock flopped out, nearly fully hard, and Motoko cooed at the sight of it. Soon she was bobbing up and down on that dick, drool leaking from her lips. The wet shclorps and sucking noises she made soon filled the office, as Naruto relaxed and enjoyed his lunch. Before too long, Motoko would be enjoying her's as well, as Naruto made sure the soon to be mother of his children gulped down at least three of his fat loads of jizz for her meals every day. It was hard to tell which of them was happier in that moment, but it was clear that their marriage was only going to get stronger and more filled with passionate lewd sex from there on out.

The End…