All for the Sake of Pleasure

Chapter 9

Iruka poked his chest curiously, finding the softness of it positively unnerving. A part of the chuunin mourned for his lost pectorals, while the rest of the man wondered for the umpteenth time how Naruto and Tsunade had talked him into this.

"Oi, keep molesting yourself and this is never going to work," Naruto hissed, jabbing him in the arm with a hard elbow. Iruka narrowed his eyes at his younger brother, but looked away when he saw the pink tinge on those scarred cheeks. "And you're too damn good-looking!" Naruto added with a pout, making Iruka chuckle.

"You're the one who has to take all the credit," he pointed out, turning to look at his brother, but his vision was obscured by his loose hair. Growling, he tucked the chestnut strands behind his ear, and continued with his glaring contest with the younger man.

"Stop bickering, you two," Tsunade stated with finality, rubbing her aching temples before having the strength to look up at the two shinobi before her. "I worked everything out with the academy, so you won't run into any problems there, but you promised to at least try, Iruka."

The chuunin folded his arms across his chest, almost immediately regretting having done so as he found it impossible to give a proper 'teacher glare' when his chest ached, and it was too big to easily fold his arms over. Naruto snickered, seeing his difficulty, and was promptly smacked by his older brother. "I'll try, but it doesn't mean I'm going to like it."

With that, Iruka moved to get up, inwardly cursing as he wobbled slightly as soon as he was able to maneuver himself out of the chair. The worst part about this whole farce had to most certainly be trying to walk, he quickly decided as he stumbled a bit, trying to get used to the unusual sense of gravity. He had just gotten used to walking like a normal pregnant man, and now his brother and Tsunade have him trying something completely different!

"You sure his hips aren't too... erm... curvy?" Naruto asked, ducking just in time to dodge his brother's smack. When he finally looked back up, he found himself flushing when he saw the image before him. The cleavage in front of him was, most certainly, an impressive amount – perhaps almost on the same level as Tsunade's. "Oi, don't bend over if you're going to wear a low cut shirt like that!"

Iruka quickly stood back up, his hands flying to cover his large chest as he started pouting. "See, I told you this won't work!" he exclaimed with a voice that no one would place as the academy teacher's.

He turned to look back at the Hokage, but felt his wide hips tilt strangely as he tried to walk forwards. He had enough of a problem figuring out how to walk as a woman when Naruto had thrown him into that bar four months ago – but to walk with the added weight in his front? He felt like some kind of graceless, partially-paralyzed duck that had a bit too much to drink. It went without saying that he was a few seconds away from giving up and returning to normal. The only thing that kept him in the curvaceous feminine form was the fact that, for the first time in two weeks, his back wasn't crying out in pain with even the smallest of movements. Well, maybe he could work on walking with these hips if it helped his back... but everything else really had to go!

"Just try it for a day," Tsunade repeated with a sigh, having heard this argument several times over in the past hour of trying to dress and put makeup on the stubborn man. Now, finally ready for his debut as Iruka's female substitute, the teacher was starting up with his – or would it be her? – complaints again.

"Fine, but you owe me. I want chocolate ice cream - with a ton of whipped cream and cherries!" Iruka demanded hotly as he put his hands on his generous hips. "And steak!" he added, glowering at the two as if to dare them to deny his request. With that, he clumsily made his way out of the room, grabbing his chuunin vest as he left.