Chapter 1 - Research


Hinata stood in the firelight, trembling. She was in a small cave near the outskirts of the village, apparently a place her sensei had met with Asuma before he died. A small stream ran along the floor, but otherwise it was quite dry inside. Sighing, she placed her lamp and umbrella on the floor, steeling herself for what was to come. 

She slowly began to take off her jacket, folding it neatly and placing it at the base of a rock column. Kurenai hadn’t had any spare shirts in her size, so a sweater and a pair of tight, stretchy pants she apparently used for something called yoga came next, folded just as neatly and placed on top of the jacket. Her hands trembled, and she pulled them close to her chest, trying to steady them. She was actually going to do it. She hadn’t had her natural body outside of the compound for… Gods, it had been more than ten years now. Holding her hands steady by sheer force of will, she took hold of her sports bra and pulled it over her head.

Her breasts instantly regained their natural size as the seals left her skin, and she sighed in relief as the tightness faded from her chest. A cool breeze wafted through the cave and Hinata quivered as it rolled over her unprotected nipples. Pulling off her panties was easier, and her ass joined her breasts in sweet freedom. She rubbed it lightly, attempting to ease some of the soreness it always felt after being so confined. Another breeze rolled by and her bare body shivered all over at the raw sensation it brought. For all the dread it had caused her a moment ago, being naked outside felt… well, nice.

Hinata shook her head and tried to regain her businesslike mindset. She was here to protect her village, not enjoy herself. She wasn’t that sort of girl, she wasn’t!

With her face set in grim determination, she looked down at her body and nodded.

‘Kurenai-senei said the fastest way to orgasm was to stimulate the clitoris.’ Her course set, Hinata reached down and pressed down on the small mound at the crown of her vagina.

Pleasure so intense it was almost painful shot through her. Quite against her own wishes, she sank to her knees and moaned loudly, sending echoes through the tunnel. Without even realizing what she was doing, her other hand rose to her breast, gently massaging its underside as she kept rubbing her engorged clit. Feeling the weight of her own breast in her hand, and the wetness of her pussy as her arousal soared to new heights was amazing. It filled her with a sense of rightness and elation that she’d never experienced before. It felt almost like pride.

Pent up as she was after years of denied release, Hinata didn’t last long. Her orgasm hit like a freight train and left her on the ground, shivering and panting as wave after wave of ecstasy pulsed through her veins. Her finger kept rubbing as she slowly came down from the high of endorphins and smiled for the first time that day.

That had been quite possibly the best experience of her life.

Slowly getting on her knees, and then standing, Hinata looked down at her body in wonder, glistening in the flickering lamplight. Her thighs were soaked in her own sweet juices. Had her skin always looked so soft and shiny? Curious, she brought her fingers to her nose and inhaled her own scent. It was intoxicating. She leaned forward, opening her mouth to – 

‘What am I doing?’ Just like that the magic was gone. She stared horrified at her hand, soiled by the dirty act it had just perpetrated. The wetness at her thighs suddenly seemed slimy and uncomfortable. ‘Am I really that weak? That perverted?’ She felt lightheaded, flushing bright red as her mind went to war with itself. 

‘I wasn’t supposed to enjoy it. But it felt so good.’ As if on cue, an aftershock hit her and she let out a moan. Fresh wetness trailed down Hinata’s inner thigh and she fought desperately to keep her hands away from her pussy, on the verge of tears from fear, anger, and sensation. A breeze rushed past and she shivered in the cold.

‘Enough. I’ve had enough of all of this.’ She walked over to her clothes and retrieved a pack of wet wipes from her pocket. She quickly went to work washing her fingers, and then cleaned off her thighs, ignoring the little pulses of happiness she felt as the wet cloth trailed over her bare skin. She would not give in. She was strong. Strong like Naruto.

It took her a bit longer than usual to pull her underwear on, fumbling with the fabric in her haste to get back into it. She was so distracted by her own thoughts that she just barely managed to catch the sound of approaching footsteps and laughter in time to whirl on Ino and Sai as they entered the lamplight. They stared back at her, dumbfounded, their own lamp held loosely in Sai’s hand. Hinata’s bra was still not completely on, and her seals were definitely not activated.

“Uh, Hinata… Hi. What are you…?” Ino’s eyes were drawn inexorably down to her friend’s markedly increased proportions. “Whoa! When did that happen?” 

Before Hinata could get in a word edgewise, her friend had come within a foot of her, staring at her breasts as though they were the most fascinating objects in existence. “Sweet merciful Sage, look at these things! You’re bigger than Tsunade-sama! What the hell have you been eating?” 

Hinata wasn’t entirely sure why Ino seemed so happy about this, but she was pretty sure if she blushed any harder, she’d pass out. Her hands shot up, trying desperately to pull the second strap of her sports bra into place and cover herself. The later was a lost cause, but it made her feel better.

“I, uh, have no – no idea what y-you mean.” Ino stared at her as though she’d grown a second head, watching as the Hyuuga girl tried desperately to pull on her clothes without drawing attention to any part of her figure.

“Are you kidding me? Where have you been hiding this? Come on, tell me your secret. I won’t spread it around, I swear.” She paused, realization dawning in her eyes before turning to Sai and sauntering up to him, trailing a finger down his exposed midriff and smiling. 

“Would you mind waiting at the cave entrance while we sort this out? I’ll make it worth your while…” She let her voice trail off huskily, her finger drifting dangerously close to the waist of his pants. Sai’s eyes flicked between his girlfriend and Hinata as she tried and failed to pull her borrowed pants over the swell of her rear. Finally settling on Ino, he nodded, and for once was tactful enough to keep his mouth shut. “Good, I shouldn’t be too long.” Ino planted a kiss on his lips and turned him back toward the cave entrance, watching him appreciatively from behind as he hurried down the tunnel.

“So anyway, as I was saying, how did you get that body? It’s amazing!” The girl in question glanced incredulously at her friend, taking in every inch of the physical masterwork that was Yamanaka Ino: her silky platinum hair, crystalline blue eyes, smooth creamy skin, perfectly proportioned, perky breasts, smooth stomach, and endless legs, all wrapped up in clothes that were either form-fitting or non-existent and rendered dramatically mysterious by the flickering light of the lamp. The contrast to her own perceived inadequacies only made her denials more vehement.

“It-It’s not amazing, it’s… weird and… and disgusting.” She spat the last word like a curse. Ino blinked behind her bangs, completely uncomprehending.

“Who… the hell… told you that?” Hinata finished forcing her sweater over her nipples, realized with exasperation that it wasn’t going to stretch any further in her current state, and looked back up at Ino. Her friend was strangely serious-looking compared to a second ago.

“What?”

“I’m serious, Hinata.” Ino’s eyes were now locked tightly with hers, filled with righteous anger. “Whoever has been telling you that is a complete asshole, and you shouldn’t be listening to them.”

Hinata fidgeted with her hands, her pants left below her ass, forgotten. “No-nobody told me, I just… It’s just true.” Ino’s thunderous look became a sad smile almost faster than she could follow. There was a bit of a laugh in her voice as she continued.

            “Hinata, I can tell you right now, that I would kill for tits like those.” Hinata looked down, somehow even more embarrassed at the sincerely delivered compliment, pushing her fingers together the way she had as a genin.

            “I don’t know, they can be, ah, kind of painful, for my back.” Ino nodded sagely, crossing her arms and regarding the breasts in question like a scientist over their latest sample.

            “Yeah, I always kind of wondered how Tsunade-sama got around that. Anyway, what did you do? Special diet? Some new justsu?” Hinata shook her head, desperately racking her brain for an excuse to leave, or for the sudden growth.

            “I, uh, just woke up one day, and, and they were, ah, like this.” Ino regarded her with raised eyebrows and squinted eyes, pouting. 

“You know if you don’t want to tell me, you can just say so.” Hinata sighed, leaning heavily back against the column behind her only to be very rudely reminded by the rough stone that her pants didn’t fit anymore. Ino looked pointedly at the giant creamy pillows at the base of her friend’s spine, then back to her face. 

“I don’t suppose you want to tell me how that happened either?” Hinata shook her head. “Well, do you have any way to get those on? Because something tells me you don’t want to stroll through the village with your panties on display.” Her blush deepened, if possible.

Hinata begrudgingly brought her hands together and activated her seals. Ino blinked curiously as she adjusted the sweater and pulled her pants the rest of the way up, wondering momentarily what this yoga thing was if it needed clothes that hugged your body this tightly. She didn’t have to look to realize that little was being left to the imagination. “Huh… How long have you been doing that for?” The dark-haired girl looked down and away, frowning.

“Since I was eleven. The seals have, ah, gotten less effective as I’ve grown.” Ino frowned.

“Well I understand why you would want to use them on missions and whatnot, but… Well, have you ever considered just not using them?” Hinata looked at Ino as though she’d just suggested she take up alligator wrestling.

“No, no, I couldn’t. People would see me!” Ino smiled, her sincere expression rendered dramatic by the flickering light of the lamp.

“Yeah, that’s kind of the point. You should take pride in your figure.”

            She hadn’t had a response for that. Now, sitting against the wall on her stripped mattress, Hinata thought about how ridiculous the day had been, how much had changed. The rain had stopped hours earlier and the sun was just dipping below the horizon. She sighed, hugging her knees to her chin and staring blankly out the window. 

Pride. When had she ever allowed herself any of it? Not in her training, not in her service to the village, not in her body, or her intelligence. It had been years since anybody she cared for had said an unkind word to her, but she still remembered: the fear of not being good enough for the elders; the guilt of knowing that her weakness caused her father pain; the shame of knowing that her body was something to hide.

‘Isn’t it?’ She hadn’t believed it when Kurenai told her she was beautiful all those years ago. She had been fourteen, and the woman was obligated to say those things. But Ino, a known gossip, one of the most beautiful and blunt people she knew, had been even more vehement. For the first time in years, Hinata doubted her own inadequacy.

Not much happened on Sunday. She made some cinnamon rolls to help her thoughts alng, and the day passed quickly. Monday arrived with clear blue skies and as she emerged from her bathroom to greet the new week, Hinata took a moment to regard herself in her mirror. She was naked. Her eyes trailed over her body: her large eyes, her high cheekbones, her defined abdominals and calves. She was unsealed, but she didn’t feel as much of a need to focus on that as she had two days ago. As she stood there, hair unfixed, and body unclothed, she felt… content. And a few minutes later when she sealed herself away, it was almost regretful.

Ino’s words had been echoing in her head since their encounter in the cave. The idea of going out unsealed – of walking the streets as she really was – kept surfacing no matter how hard she tamped down on it. It was a terrifying prospect after hiding for so long, but it would not leave her alone.

As her eyes wandered over her reflection, Hinata realized that they seemed very dry. “Lady Hinata?” There was a knock at her door, and she was suddenly very conscious of her nakedness. “Your father wished me to inform you that if you delay much longer, you will be late for mission assignments.” She took a moment to slow her breathing and rub at her eyes before answering.

“Thank you, Ko. Tell him I will be along shortly.”

 

 

Elsewhere in Konoha, two of her former classmates were engaged in rather different, though not entirely unrelated activities.

Both were sweat-slicked and flushed, though more from excitement than any sort of actual exertion. Another wave of pleasure hit Sakura, and she closed her eyes, physically restraining them from rolling into the back of her head, but failing to contain the loud moan bubbling up in her throat. Sasuke seemed to appreciate it; his grip on her ass tightened considerably for a second and he grunted something unintelligible that might have been a curse.

They’d been at this for a good two hours now, give or take some time for foreplay. Sasuke was leaning up against the headboard of Sakura’s bed with his girlfriend straddling him, fucking herself onto his cock with remarkable enthusiasm. Every time her hips descended and coated him in liquid silk, his own jerked up to meet them. At this point it was basically involuntary for both of them. She let out another loud moan as he buried himself particularly deep, clenching around him and eliciting a heavy pant from the man under her. “Sasuke…” Her voice was hoarse; she could barely concentrate enough to form the second word. “Close.”

“Hn.” His hand slid its way up from her perfectly sculpted, round marvel of an ass to rub lightly over the small of her back, and he leaned forward, pulling her down into a kiss. She nipped enthusiastically at his lip, and he felt something in his groin clench. He managed to fight it for a solid five seconds, pulling back and looking her dead in the eye. “Sakura, you have to – ”

It was too late. She came hard, mouth falling open, eyes flying wide as though the heavens had parted and shown her the secrets of the universe. She clenched up almost painfully around Sasuke’s shaft, and no amount of self-control could save him. His hips bucked, and he came right into her womb. Wave after wave of reciprocal ecstasy pulsed through them both, and for a little while, everything but them seemed to dissolve away.

A low, purring moan escaped Sakura’s lips as she slowly came down from the high of her orgasm. Sasuke was still cumming, buried as far into her as he could go, releasing load after load of warm jizz directly into her womb. It was a strangely comforting feeling, like some sort of internal cream massage… Well, that metaphor didn’t really do it justice, but regardless, it felt amazing.

She wriggled as the flow began to abate, feeling the cum that filled every spare space in her pussy squelch around, and letting out a conscious, aggressive noise, somewhere between a growl and a laugh. Still rolling her hips, she leaned forward and recaptured Sasuke’s lips. It was a shallow, lingering sort of kiss, more sweet and teasing than anything else. “Look what you did, Sasuke-kun. You got cum all over my innocent little pussy.”

He chuckled – actually chuckled – just the slightest bit, and she relished it, planting another small kiss on him. It had taken four years of her life to get the first real laugh out of him, and even two years later, the novelty had yet to wear off. She was never letting it go now that it was hers.

“You know, that might actually cause problems later on.” She glanced down at the slight bulge in her abdomen and the cock still stuffed all but a few inches into her, frowning. He had a point.

“I’ll talk to sensei about precautions later… I’m sorry, I should have let you go out and get some condoms.” Sasuke shrugged, tracing circles just above her sex, then around her abs and up between her small, round breasts to her collarbone.

“I should have thought ahead. I know how you get when I’m gone for a while.” She blushed furiously, matching her hair nicely. “Besides. It takes a little while to find them in my size.” For anyone else, it might have sounded like an empty boast, but he said it with the indifference of a simple fact, and she had the slowly softening proof buried up to the entrance of her cum-drenched womb. He sat up a bit, and Sakura’s eyes briefly closed at the sudden movement inside her. She leaned forward, hands on his chest, frowning as a thought parted the happy haze over her mind.

“Hey, what time is it?” Sasuke frowned, and glanced over her shoulder at the wall clock.

“About quarter-to-eight.” Sakura’s eyes widened.

“Ah, hell.” She spared one last regretful glance down before lifting herself off of Sasuke, grimacing. “I’m gonna be late.” He came free with a wet sucking noise, and a large trickle of cum began working its way down her inner thighs, mingling with her own juices and sweat. “Come on, we’ll save water and time if we shower together. No funny business though; I gotta move.”

Sasuke stretched a bit and sat up, nodding. The barest hint of a smile crossed his features as he got to his feet and followed Sakura to the bathroom. It was gonna be a good day.

 

 

            The Hokage’s office had been far more crowded than usual that morning. A number of people were arrayed about the room, leaning on the wall, sitting, or standing, but most of their eyes were trained on the same man.

            “So, Kakashi-sensei, ya got a mission for us?” Hinata was the most egregious exception: she couldn’t seem to decide whether she should be staring at Naruto or desperately looking anywhere else. Sakura and Sai were next to him in front of the desk, with Ino flanking her boyfriend. Sasuke and Shikamaru had taken up positions on the edge of the room, calmly observing the proceedings. Kiba and Chouji had ended up next to Hinata somewhere in between.

Technically, most of them weren’t teams any longer. Asuma had died years ago and Shikamaru’s reluctant promotion to Jounin had been four months earlier, so Team Ten rarely worked together anymore. Team Kurenai was much the same, with their eponymous sensei retired to desk duty, and Shino pursuing a career as an academy teacher. Team Kakashi was the only one still more or less intact, though they usually worked under Yamato, or alone, what with their namesake being Hokage.

“Several missions, actually. Technically they’re separate, but they all deal with the same threat, so I thought I could brief you all at once.” He leaned forward over the desk. “A week ago, one of our ANBU patrols went after what we thought was a simple bandit group northeast of the village. The merchants were initially tight-lipped about what they had lost and we had no reason to think it was in any way strange, but after that, we had a Yamanaka interrogation conducted. We found out several frightening things.

“The first is that these bandits are chakra-users. And judging by the way our ANBU have disappeared, likely of some strength. The second is that they only ever stole food and people. No other goods were touched.” Shikamaru nodded gravely, crossing his arms.

“If they didn’t take any other goods, it’s doubtful they’re slavers. Maybe an Orochimaru fan gathering people for experiments?” Kakashi returned the nod.

“Regardless, we’ve sealed off the road between Suna and Konoha. Sai, Sasuke, and Naruto will be running air-sweeps of the area, trying to pinpoint any base of operations they might have. Shikamaru, Chouji and Hinata will be providing guards for Suna’s ambassador as she returns home. Ino and Kiba will follow the guard team from the shadows. If they are attacked, you two are to follow any enemies that might escape the battle and pinpoint their base that way.” 

As they walked casually down the road, Hinata took a moment to flash the surrounding area with her Byakugan. There was nothing especially interesting; the dense trees of the Land of Fire spread out in every direction, small animals moved in the underbrush, the odd bird could be seen high above.

‘Hey, you know what would be interesting?’ Hinata stiffened minutely at the sudden voice in her head. That she recognized it immediately was the only reason she didn’t immediately wonder if she was going crazy. Shikamaru noticed the momentary pause, the expression of surprise, but said nothing.

‘You can communicate telepathically? Is this because we’re both succubi?’ Mina’s chuckle echoed through Hinata’s head.

‘It’d be harder if you weren’t a giant flashing beacon of repressed lust, but basically, yeah. But seriously, take a look at your teammates. I think you’ll be interested.’ Hinata contemplated just saying no and being done with it, but she didn’t really have anything to do, and she was curious.

She turned her Byakugan on Shikamaru first. He was about as she remembered: same height, same defined runner’s build, same large chakra pool. But…

There was something strange about his chakra. It seemed to almost trail off to his side. Was it turning purple? She followed the trail tentatively and found that it led straight to Temari.

The girl had changed some things cosmetically since last Hinata had seen her. She only had two ponytails, and her hair fell in well-kept bangs over a face with slightly more makeup on it than before. Her chakra pool, a bit larger than Shikamaru’s, was tugging in his direction in much the same way. Hinata had never seen anything like it; it unnerved her.

‘Oh, they are just frothing over each other. Can’t wait to see how that ends.’ Hinata shut off her Byakugan and frowned.

‘What exactly is that?’

‘It’s an ocular power of us succubi. Basically, if someone wants to fuck someone else, we can see it. Usually not as pronounced as that, though; I’m surprised they aren’t screwing in the mud right now.’ Hinata blinked; that ability had more than a few applications she could think of off the top of her head.

‘What other powers do we have?’ Mina hummed, as though deep in thought.

‘Well, we’ve got the eye powers, so lust-spotting, general chakra-seeing and increased reaction time, but your Byakugan already takes care of those two. We can do a sort of hypnosis thing, but you need to be really comfortable with yourself to do it, and they have to be at least a bit attracted to you for it to work.

‘Physically, we tend to be curvier than the average, and we can modify our bodies a bit, but that one takes a lot of practice. We can… accommodate large object better than the average person.’ Hinata blushed furiously, and Shikamaru took notice. She was acting very strangely, eyes darting all over the place. Every now and then, she opened her mouth as though she were about to say something.

‘Oh yeah, and we can make more of us if we have a person drink about half a cup of our blood, but the full power-set won’t happen for them. They might get a bit, but only their kids will be full-on succubi.’ Hinata frowned.

‘Wait, how does that –?’

“Oy, Hinata.” Her eyes snapped to Shikamaru at the sound of his voice, and she did her best to look casual. It didn’t work.

“Are you okay?” She didn’t really trust herself to speak, so she just nodded and kept walking. Even so, her thoughts were caught up in her new predicaments. She had powers she had never known of before, and most of them seemed to be based in sex of all things. She had a lust demon talking in her head, and apparently she was one too.

This was going to be a long mission.


