This choice: swallows it whole so that they pay • Go Back... Hinata, in a rare moment of anger, decides that those who made her suffer should be forced to suffer in turn. With this thought in mind she tilted her head up ever so slightly and gave a hard gulp. A pleasant smile settled on Hinata’s face as she brought one hand up and had her index and middle finger follow the bulge in her throat as it headed towards her stomach. A stomach that was quite eager to greet them as Hinata had been forced to skip breakfast as a punishment for her poor performance in sparing earlier. As the bulge disappeared behind her collarbone, Hinata felt a sense of glee and freedom the likes of which she had never known. The feeling was marred however by the prickle of sadness and the smallest stab of guilt. Not for her clan, oh by all means not. Hinata’s guilt stemmed from allowing her anger to get the best of her and end the lives of those few, those very few that she thought of as true family.
One was her sister, who only did as she had been asked as most children would. Hanabi, though sometimes distant, had always loved her and had often asked her for help or advice in matters of the heart or things that most daughters would seek their mothers’ advice for. Another of the main branch would be Hinata’s self proclaimed aunt, Hakumei Hyuga. She had been good friends with Hinata’s mother and had been the one to teach her much of what she knew, both as a ninja and as a young woman. It was her Aunt Hakumei that helped her understand the feelings she had for one blond Uzumaki; if not for her, Hinata was sure she would be having a much harder time when it came to anything Naruto related. Hinata also remembered the various branch members that had helped her or left her small gifts to try and cheer her up when she was down. Thinking on this, Hinata found it slightly odd that all of the people she truly cherished from her clan were all women.
Hinata shrugged this off and tried to return to reveling in the sensation of the mansion slowly plummeting into her hungry stomach, which growled in impatience. However, Hinata saw something out of the corner of her eye. Focusing on it Hinata was filled with joy at seeing most of the Hyuga women she had just been thinking about gathering around the empty lot, which once held their home. It was around this time that she felt the mansion in question crash into the ‘floor’ of her stomach, sending wonderful shivers of excitement and pleasure through her. As tempting as the idea of laying back and enjoying the sensation of her stomach digesting her former tormentors/clan was, Hinata knew she needed to address the twenty or so Hyuga women that had escaped the fate that befell the rest of the clan.
Towering over them, naked as the day she was born was sort of arousing. She could easily turn her once cherished people into nothing more than snacks, toys, even simple red smears on the ground; all that and anything else her mind could think up. Hinata shook her head to try and drive away such thoughts, after all what would Naruto think of her is she did such things? Thinking of the blond made her pause however. Dark and naughty thoughts that had been suppressed for so long suddenly hit her. The thought that she could do whatever she wanted no matter what he thought of her made her wet in excitement! She could make Naruto into nothing but, a pleasure toy if she wanted; make the boy she loved into a living dildo. She got so excited that she unconsciously started rubbing her thighs together, soaking them in her juices. Her thoughts quickly moved to something even bolder. She could rule the village at her new size, practically enslave it. If she did then it would be a simple matter of appointing Naruto as her lover and one day she would discover the bliss of a growing belly, full of blond-haired-white-eyed life.
The thought alone nearly made poor Hinata climax but, she forced herself to think. Looking back down, she saw the Hyuga women gathered together, all looking to her for instruction or judgment. Hinata realized that this was a turning point in her life. She could continued to be the kind and selfless girl she’s been for so long, if gigantic and in her birthday suit. Or, she could choose to indulge in her darker thoughts and make this village bow to her and her alone.
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