Chapter 0 - Revelations

     By her own standards, Hinata should have been in hell. She was utterly naked, every inch of her body on display, squatted with her knees flung wide, and moaning around the cocks in her mouth. They were enormous, pushing her cheeks to the limit and not even in past their heads. Every moment, they pumped out wave after wave of precum for her to greedily guzzle down, pulsing in her hands as she jacked them off. She loved them. They were Naruto’s, and as far as she was concerned that made them perfect. With a loud moan, she swallowed another mouthful of pseudo-jizz and saliva, her tongue wrapping around and over both dicks as she massaged their bulbous heads with her soft lips.
     Both clones let out simultaneous grunts and suddenly her mouth was being hosed down with cum so thick it could have passed for pudding. She tried to swallow it all, contain it, but it was a losing battle. A deluge of cream flooded out of her mouth onto her enormous, heaving breasts. Before long she was forced to let go of her toys, leaning back and letting the clones cover her face and chest in hot cum.
     Her hands grasped at the thick sludge flowing down her skin, trying to save it, bring it to her mouth, but there was simply too much to swallow, let alone catch. It dripped from her hard nipples and her chin, pooling on the floor. Desperate to save as much as possible, she began lathering her body with it, mewling sweet nothings as she bathed in her favorite substance. Her hands rubbed over her lower back, her shoulders and arms, her cum-swollen belly, then finally her legs, and the twin pillows of her ass. After five long minutes, the flow slowed, and she took great care to catch the last shots in her hands, rubbing them over the soaked entrance of her pussy and beginning to finger herself, shoving the sperm-packed cum as far in as she could.
     “Naruto-kuuuun, you’ve made me such a sluuuut,” She moaned through the thick layer still coating the inside of her mouth. “More cum. My slutty body wants more of your cuuum.” Her tongue snaked out around her lips, catching more of the thing she craved and eliciting a moan at the taste, even as she rubbed her bulging belly and fingered her pussy with jizz-stained hands.
     The clones took her by the arms and gently pulled her over to a bed, easing her legs open. Then he walked forward. He smiled that kind way she adored, lovingly stroking her cum-covered entrance as he looked into her eyes. “Do you want it, Hinata?” 
     She moaned, and spread her legs as far apart as possible, reaching down to do the same with her labia. “Yes, yes, I want it!”
     He smiled indulgently, grasping his enormous cock and leaning over her, brushing away a strand of her cum-slicked hair. She felt him line up with her entrance and embraced him, pulling him into a deep, sloppy kiss. He began to push forward. In a moment he would be inside!
     Hinata’s eyes shot open and she heard the distinct sounds of her alarm blaring, and rain falling softly on the roof above. Her breasts were heaving with each laborious breath she took, and her bed was soaked with sweat as well as her – She blushed a deep crimson. Her vagina, and its immediate surroundings were… well lubricated.
     She turned off her alarm and stared blankly at the ceiling. The dream had seemed so real, felt so amazing, but it was ridiculous. Naruto would never love a woman like that. He wouldn’t want some slutty, semen addicted harlot. And… and that wasn’t what she was… Right?
     She threw her covers aside with more force than was strictly necessary and practically jumped out of the filthy bed before running to the bathroom. Her normally reserved-looking nightclothes had been rendered skin-tight by her perspiration, and she was forced to peel them away. Of course, reserved was relative on a figure such as hers, but the thought made her feel better. She turned the shower nozzle hurriedly, eager to get under the water. When it was finally warm enough, she stepped in and leaned heavily against the wall, hugging herself.
She wasn’t crying. Good kunoichi did not cry, and that was what she was. Naruto wanted a strong, heroic woman, someone who could take this in stride. Someone like Sakura, with her titanic strength, and endless determination.
     And her ass. Her perfect, tight, round little ass. 
     Hinata sighed, looking down at her body. Her breasts were enormous, each markedly larger than her head, and crowned with puffy pink nipples and large areolae. Her ass was even larger, more like two beach balls squished together than anything else, with thighs to match. The rest of her body was leanly muscled, particularly her legs.
     As far as she was concerned, she was hideous: a monstrosity, neither soft and womanly, nor strong and athletic. She was some strange thing in between, with sickly pale skin and blank, creepy eyes. What business did she have with dreams like that anyway? She’d never even seen a man naked, let alone had sex!
     Well, not without her Byakugan that is. If nothing else, she knew the measurements in the dream were real.
     There was a wet SMACK as she hit herself across the face. “Stop it! Stop thinking about it!”
     After a few minutes of that sort of self-pity, she finally got around to washing her body, going over every crevice with soap and washing her hair thoroughly, just the way her mother had taught her. She continued to soak for a few more minutes before sighing and shutting the water off. It was just a dream. Today would be a normal Saturday. Everything was fine.
     She stopped in front of her sink, and regarded her reflection in the mirror. Her hair was soaked, clinging to every curve and dip of her upper body, down to her lower back. For the umpteenth time she considered cutting it, but decided against it. Naruto liked long hair. She’d heard him complement Sakura on it more than once back in the academy. She set about combing the long strands, sloughing off water and thinking. She felt it dripping down over her body, the steam from the hot shower condensing on her skin. It felt so insubstantial, compared to the dream.
Compared to two Narutos, showering her waiting body with gallons and gallons of delicious, thick-
     “NO!” She yanked, almost involuntarily, and yelped as her comb snagged on a tangle in her locks. She didn’t take her time after that. She finished combing, dried her body with a towel, and went back into her room, busying herself with finding clothes. Once she had picked out a loose long-sleeved shirt and a fresh set of navy sweatpants, she reached into the back of her closet and fished around until she found them.
     She regarded the four sealing tags for a moment before forcing herself into an unassuming pair of blue panties and a matching sports bra, each of which struggled mightily to contain her assets. Quickly, she placed each sealing tag – one on each breast and one on each buttock – and brought her hands together, channeling chakra to the seals the same way she had for years.
     In a puff of smoke, the pain of elastic bands cutting her circulation was relieved, though a certain uncomfortable tension remained in her chest and at the base of her spine. Her revised figure was still generous, but not nearly so much as it had been. Her breasts were large handfuls, and her butt only flared half an inch or so beyond her hips. She gave momentary thanks for her mother’s foresight. The physical attributes she had inherited from that side of the family tended to skip generations, and at the first sign of abnormally early growth, the Hyuuga matriarch had taken action. It did wonders for Hinata’s back, and made fighting infinitely easier.
     Without further ado, she pulled on her clothes and walked across the compound to the dining room for breakfast.
     The sight that greeted her as she walked through the door was strange, maybe not to the average observer, but definitely to her. Hanabi was seated cross-legged across from her father, leaning her elbow on the table and eating with a look of satisfied euphoria on her smiling face. She waved offhandedly to Hinata and swallowed a bite of food. “Morning, oneesan!”
     Hanabi was smiling in the morning. That was weird, but far from the strangest thing going on. Her father was eating quite comfortably next to a woman Hinata had never seen before. Her skin was a dark tan, her eyes an unassuming golden-brown, and her spiky green hair was pulled up in something that tried to be a bun and a ponytail simultaneously, and failed at both. Her clothes were fairly basic: a wrinkled tunic of plain white cotton with a neckline more than deep enough to show she wasn’t wearing a bra, and tight fitting pants of the same material. 
     Somehow, despite how disheveled she looked, she was absolutely gorgeous. She was talking casually to Hiashi, who seemed quite content to nod and smile back at her. The woman’s gaze turned to Hinata as the door closed and she grinned.
     “Ah, you must be Hinata-chan!” She stood – adjusting the bottom of the tunic as she went – and Hinata absentmindedly noticed that the woman’s figure outstripped her own by a small but noticeable margin, at least with the seals on. The green-haired woman walked right up to her and pulled her into a hug. “Your father has told me quite a lot about you.” Her smile was coy: not mocking, but it gave the impression she knew something you didn’t. Her eyes shot to Hinata’s chest and she frowned, but the moment passed too fast for the girl to feel much about it.
     “My name is Mina. I’m a friend of your father’s. I’ll be staying with you for the next while.” Hinata blinked, her thoughts only getting as far as wondering what kind of name Mina was before the woman’s grin turned downright predatory. “Would you mind coming with me for a second. I have something I want to discuss with you… in private.”
     Hinata’s mouth opened, but apparently Mina wasn’t interested in her response. “Wonderful!” She grabbed the younger woman by the waist and steered her out the door, waving happily to the clan-members they passed until they reached the practice dojo, and the doors locked behind them.
     “Ah, I’m sor-sorry Mina-san, but I’m a bit confused. Why? – ” The woman stared pointedly at her breasts and Hinata blushed bright pink. “I… Uh…”
     “Okay, so here’s the deal, Tits. You need to get laid. Like, now.” Hinata was left dumbfounded at the matter-of-fact pronouncement. “The amount of pent up urges you’re giving off, I’m surprised you haven’t sent the whole village into a goddamn frenzy.” Mina licked her lips, as though that were a good thing. Her violet eyes were still trained on Hinata’s breasts.
     “I… I don’t…” The woman rolled her eyes and walked closer, finally meeting Hinatas’ eyes.
     “Oh, come on, I can’t imagine it’ll be very hard what with the treasure you’re hiding.” Mina waggled a finger at her own chest, grinning. “Why are you doing that anyway, trying to blend with the locals?” She looked askance into her subject’s eyes, but found only speechless bewilderment.
     “Alright, I’ll make this simple. I’m a succubus like you, met your dad a few years back, a little after your mom died. I need a place to stay for a while, so I’m cashing in a favor he owes me, and crashing here.” Hinata continued to stand stock still, only catching so many words. “Oy. OY!” She snapped out of her reverie, trying her best to focus on Mina.
     “Ah, sorry, sorry.” Mina raised an eyebrow, blowing a loose strand of hair away from her face and crossing her arms under her breasts.
     “Seriously, kid, did you never get the rites or something?” Hinata blinked quizzically back at the strange woman she had met just a few short minutes ago, and Mina sighed heavily. “Do you even know what I’m talking about?”
     Hinata shook her head. Mina closed her eyes for a second as though gathering strength, and put a hand on her shoulder. “Okay, you may want to sit down for a second, we’re gonna be a while in here.”
     They returned to the dining room about an hour later, Hinata blushing like an overripe tomato and Mina looking dour. She perked up immediately when she saw Hiashi, sauntering over and whispering something in his… ‘Did… Did she just lick his ear?’ His eyes widened for a second before he managed to get his mask back on. 
     “Hanabi, I have some important – ” His younger daughter waved him off with her chopsticks; still smiling that dreamy little smile she’d had an hour earlier.
     “Yeah, yeah dad. Go have fun.” Hinata’s blush got – if possible – worse, and the man followed their guest out the door, giving her a belated nod of greeting as he went. To anyone else he would have looked just as calm as ever, but Hinata could tell he was in a hurry. She walked over to the table and sat down, looking over all the delicious food that had been prepared for her family, and completely lacking an appetite for any of it.
“You okay, Oneesan?” Hanabi was eyeing her worriedly, the glow gone from her eyes. Hinata looked closer at those pale white orbs and almost found herself jealous. Her sister was normal. Her sister didn’t have to deal with any of this.
     “Yes, I-I’m fine, I… Yes.” She reached across the table and picked up a cinnamon roll. Hanabi didn’t look convinced.
     “You know, if you have a problem, you can tell – ” Hinata cut across her in an uncharacteristic fit of anger.
     “I’m fine, Hanabi!” The younger girl’s eyes narrowed, but she dropped the subject.
     “Okay, fine. You know, I had the most amazing dream last night. I went camping with Konohamaru-kun and we found this little pond. It was a full moon, and we went swimming…” She trailed off, smiling as though she were still there and lingering on the word “swimming” a bit too long for comfort. Hinata knew her sister was fifteen now, but it still felt strange to know she was so openly interested in Naruto’s protégé.
     ‘Maybe I’m doing it to her. I might be corrupting her just by sitting here.’ Hinata’s eyes widened and she stood up very abruptly, hitting her knee on the table and wincing. “I, ah, I should… go train, i-in my bedroom. I will, ah, see you later, Hanabi.” She rushed out of the room, ignoring the pain in her knee, and leaving Hanabi dumbfounded at the table with nothing but the sound of the rain for company.
“What’s up with her?”
 
 
     A few minutes later, Hinata burst into her room. Her first instinct was to curl up on her bed and hyperventilate for a little while, but she realized immediately that the sheets were still soaked with sweat and juices. Instead, she settled for curling up in the corner and rocking back and forth, trying very hard not to cry because that wasn’t what Naruto would do.
     Naruto. Narutonarutonaruto. What would he think of her if he found out what she was? Before, she’d been a talentless kunoichi with no confidence, and a disgusting, useless figure. Now, she was a real monster. He’d never love her. Never.
     As her stress rose, her Byakugan activated quite by accident, and before she even had a chance to think about turning it off, she got an eyeful of what was going on in her father’s room.
     Mina and he were naked, not that clothes would have made any great difference with her doujutsu activated. Her father’s tongue was buried deep in his guest’s pussy, and she looked to be in heaven.  Usually this sort of thing wouldn’t have happened. Hyuuga were only supposed to have sex outside the compound, but after an hour-long lecture from her, Hinata knew that Mina had little respect for any rules but her own.
     Hinata cut the flow of chakra to her eyes so fast that she was momentarily blinded. Trying desperately to rub some feeling back into her lavender orbs, she finally let the tears come. They were warm and wet, and as they left her, she felt a bit of the tension drain from her. She sank down against the wall and let her legs go, just resting for a moment.
     ‘I need to tell someone. Someone I can trust. Someone who won’t judge me for…’
     Kurenai. Kurenai had never judged her in her entire life. It was Kurenai who’d given her the talk when the time came. Aside from her father, she was the only other person who knew about the seals, and the only person she’d confessed to regarding Naruto, at least before the whole Pain fiasco. She would know what to do.
     Her course decided, Hinata got to her feet, grabbed a pair of sandals, and threw open her window. The grey sky greeted her and a light breeze blew drops of rain onto her face and hair. Without another thought, she jumped onto her windowsill, and took off for her sensei’s apartment.
 
 
      “Kurenai-sensei!” The woman in question blinked her eyes open and frowned. It was the weekend. Her daughter was supposed to be sleeping in. Who would be at her door at this hour?
     “Sensei, please, I need to talk to you!” The last dregs of sleep left her as she recognized the voice. Hinata.
     “I’m coming!” Groaning as her body followed her mind into reluctant wakefulness, Kurenai slipped out from under her blankets and got to her feet. She made her way to the door and opened it slightly to make sure it was who she thought it was. Years of Jounin caution didn’t disappear just because of a few years of parental leave and desk jobs.
     “Morning, Hinata.” Kurenai yawned into her hand and pulled her door fully open. “You want some coffee?” The bluenette shook her head, and Kurenai took a second to really look at her student. She was utterly soaked from the rain, and blushing, which meant a lot more now than it had a few years before.  She was fiddling with the hem of her blouse, and her eyes were downcast behind a wet mop of hair. It didn’t take a genius to figure out she was worried about something.
     “Alright, what’s wrong?” The girl she’d known for eight years, who had faced down enemy ninja, and giant bees, and even the Juubi itself looked into Yuuhi Kurenai’s red eyes and started to weep.
     The woman’s motherly instincts kicked in immediately, and she pulled her student into a hug, ignoring the squelching sound her clothes made under pressure. “Hey, hey, it’s okay. Everything will be alright. How about you just come inside and we can talk about what’s bothering you, okay?” Hinata nodded into her shoulder and followed her teacher inside. It took dry clothes, a warm blanket, and five solid minutes on the couch before she finally stopped crying. 
     “I-I’m sorry Kurenai-sensei. I-I know it-it’s very early and I don’t want to be a bother.” Kurenai shook her head, smiling slightly to herself.
     “It’s perfectly alright, Hinata. Now, what’s wrong?” Hinata toyed with a strand of her hair for a moment, biting her lip and clearly in deep thought.
     “My, ah, my father is… seeing someone. A woman named Mina.” She sighed, relaxing a bit into the couch and looking blankly at a lamp on the other side of the room. “She told me… She told me that she’s a succubus, and that I am too.” Kurenai’s eyes widened, her eyebrows shooting up into her bangs.
     “Well, that’s… interesting. Do you think she was lying?” Hinata shook her head.
     “I thought the same thing. She told me to check, and… She never once had any change in heart rate. No hitches in her breathing, nothing… She has the same eyes as me.” Kurenai frowned.
     “You mean the Byakugan?” Hinata shook her head.
     “No. I mean the same color. At first they were brown, but when she molded chakra… I’ve never met anyone else with lavender eyes, sensei. And… And she told me that if I don’t have s-sex w-with someone soon, that I might start to, uh, um, well…” She struggled with herself for a moment and Kurenai stayed silent. It was best to let her figure herself out on her own when she got like this.
     “She said I would eventually begin to drive the people around me insane. And that I might need release so badly that I would just grab some stranger and… and…” She looked on the verge of tears again, so Kurenai took her into another hug.
     “Shhhh, it’s okay. Everything will be okay.”  She ran her fingers through her student’s damp blue hair and tried desperately to think of a way to make this better.
     “Did this woman tell you any way to delay the problem?” Hinata nodded.
     “She said I could, ah, that I could touch m-myself. But I-I’m not that s-sort of girl, sensei, I don’t want to – ” Kurenai sat back and looked her student in the eye.
     “Hinata, I have told you before and I will tell you again. There is nothing wrong with masturbating. It’s perfectly natural, and more importantly, it could be the line between insanity and everyone around you.”
     Hinata blushed crimson, and started toying with her shirt again. “But I can’t do it at the compound. I-I can’t.” Kurenai smiled indulgently and put a comforting hand on the girl’s shoulder.
     “It’s fine. I can show you some private places I know. You’ll get through this, Hinata. Don’t worry.” And coming from Kurenai, Hinata actually believed it.

