Naruto was, as always, sitting at Ichiraku's ramen stand and devouring his eighth bowl of the stuff. So engrossed was he in ravaging the noodles and broth that Naruto failed to notice the earthshaking footsteps over his own slurping, and since his eyes were focused on the bowl, he didn't see the massive shadow loom over the stand. It was only when he looked up to ask for more and saw Teuchi and Ayame staring up and behind him, mouths agape, that he turned around. He looked up, and up, and up, and up, and up (monotonous, ain't it?), to see an impossibly massive Hinata standing there.
"Hello, Naruto," she boomed.
Naruto could only babble. "H-H-Hi-Hinata!?"
The giantess smiled, reaching down and gently picking him up, slowly raising him to eye level so that he didn't get airsick. "How are you today?" she asked as though she wasn't miles tall and holding him in the palm of her hand.
Naruto shook his head as if to knock loose his thoughts. "Uh, I'm good... Hinata, how did you get so big?"
"I performed an ancient technique, and now I can grow myself and anything else, just by willing it," she replied. Hinata moved to press her fingers together, but then remembered that Naruto was in her hand, so she settled for a tomato-red blush. "D...do you like it?"
Naruto broke into a wide-toothed, foxy grin. "Like it? I love it! I've always liked tall girls! Why do you think I always chased after Sakura, or why my Sexy Jutsu stands over six feet tall?"
Hinata squealed in delight, and then stopped abruptly, her own thoughts catching her off-guard as an even more massive blush crept across her face. "So, Naruto... Which would you like to see more, me growing taller, or my curves growing to exceed your Sexy Jutsu?"
Naruto's mouth dropped open. "Y-you can do that?"
Hinata grinned, her blush fading as she embraced her new powers. "Of course I can, Naruto-kun. Just tell me which you'd rather see."