Naruto uzumaki, ino yamanaka and sakura haruno are best Friends since they are very young. They also are together in a ninja team. Naruto has an crush on both and the girls have one on him but they are all to shy to act. Naruto likes his women obese,lazy,slobby and they need to belch and fart, but he keaps that a Secret. The 3 are now roomates in a big flat in konoha. Naruto makes the girls gain weight and get slowly with every method he finds without letting them know as its all his secret plan. Sakura and ino remain complete oblivious to narutos plan or their weight gaining bodies. They wont notice that they gain weight and stay oblivious and in denial and find excuses. Naruto manipulates everyone and Everything to make them gain weight and he has no doubt that is the best way to win their hearts for him as he wants both of them as his wives. Every character is over the age of 18. the story focus on weight gain and Women who change slowly over time and the griwing love between naruto , ino and sakura. Hinata , tsunade help Making the girls gain weight without it being their Intention except hinata who wants them obese so naruto wont like them but she doesnt know that naruto loves those bodies. The story beginns after they live now together and naruto forms his plan to make them as fat, lazy , gassy (farts and belches) as possible over the next few weeks,months even years till they marry him and then even more.

Chapter 5: Couch Potato Paradise

The fire crackled, painting the living room in waves of orange and gold. Shadows danced across the two young women splayed on the large, overstuffed couch. The air was thick with the greasy, savory scent of pepperoni and melted cheese, a testament to the three empty pizza boxes stacked on the low table.

Ino let out a long, shuddering sigh, her hand splayed over the pronounced swell of her stomach. The thin, lavender fabric of her tank top was stretched taut, riding up to expose a pale, soft roll of flesh above the waistband of her sweatpants. “I think I’m gonna die,” she groaned, her voice thick with satisfaction. “I can’t move. I don’t think I’ll ever move again.”

Next to her, Sakura was in a similar state of blissful paralysis. Her own green tank top strained across her chest, the fabric digging into the heavy, full curves of her breasts. They rested on her swollen abdomen like two great, soft weights. “Naruto wasn’t kidding about that new place,” she mumbled, her eyes closed. “That was… a lot of pizza.”

A deep, resonant belch suddenly escaped Ino’s lips, surprising even her. It was a long, guttural sound that spoke of profound fullness. She blinked, then giggled, a lazy, unembarrassed sound. “Oops. Pardon me.”

The sound sent a jolt of pure, electric heat straight through Naruto, who was perched on a floor cushion, pretending to read a mission scroll. He kept his eyes downcast, his knuckles white where he gripped the paper. That was it. That raw, unladylike noise was a symphony.

“You’re such a pig, Ino-pig,” Sakura murmured without malice, a slow smile spreading across her face. She shifted, trying to find a more comfortable position, and the movement made the couch springs complain. Her once-toned thighs, now softened and thickened, pressed firmly together from hip to knee. Another low, digestive gurgle emanated from her middle, followed by her own, softer but equally telling, burp. “Okay, maybe we’re both pigs.”

“Comfortable pigs,” Ino corrected, patting her stomach with a soft, slapping sound. “It’s just… it’s been a long week. We deserve to relax. Our bodies need the fuel, right? Lady Tsunade said we’re maturing.”

“She did,” Sakura agreed, her words slightly slurred with sleepiness. “And these new meal plans from the tower are… substantial. That breakfast porridge sticks with you all day. I used to get so hungry by ten.”

Naruto risked a glance over the top of his scroll. The sight was better than he had ever dreamed. Ino’s hourglass figure was blurring, her waist softening, her hips and rear spreading generously against the couch cushions. And Sakura… his breath hitched. The immense, heavy swell of her breasts was breathtaking, their sheer mass making her seem both powerful and profoundly indolent. The firelight glinted off a faint sheen of sweat on her exposed midriff.

This was his doing. His plan, his recipes, his subtle encouragements. They were becoming everything he wanted. Soft, heavy, blissfully lazy. His.

“You guys do look really comfortable,” he said, his voice a little huskier than he intended. “It’s nice to see you relaxing. You work too hard.”

Ino smiled at him, a warm, lazy gesture. “You’re sweet, Naruto. And thanks for the pizza. It really hit the spot.” She let out another, smaller burp into her fist. “Ugh, so full.”

He just nodded, a pleasant, benign smile plastered on his face while his mind raced with possibilities. He needed to ensure the ‘official’ meal plans continued. He needed to keep Hinata focused on her misguided sabotage. He needed to find more recipes, richer foods, heavier desserts.

Sakura’s breathing evened out into a soft snore, her head lolling to the side. The position accentuated the soft, full curve of her jawline, once sharp and defined. Ino watched her for a moment, then let her own eyes drift shut, her body sinking deeper into the couch, a monument to satisfied fullness.

Naruto remained seated, watching them in the flickering light. The scroll in his hands was forgotten. His entire world had shrunk to this room, to the sounds of their slow breathing and digestive murmurs, to the beautiful, expanding shapes of them. This was only the beginning. They had only just started to bloom.