Part 1 – The Great Escape (7:03 a.m. – 7:09 a.m.)
Naruto Uzumaki had been gone for one hour and fifty-one minutes.
Not dead.
Not unconscious.
Gone.
Buried alive in the warmest, softest, most merciless tomb ever constructed from female flesh.
He had cum so many times he'd lost count after the seventh.
His voice was hoarse from muffled screaming.
His orange jacket had been peeled off somewhere around orgasm number four and was now being used as a collective drool rag by three (no, four) brainless goddesses.
He was warm.
He was safe.
He was loved beyond comprehension.
He was also, finally, fucking desperate for oxygen that didn't taste like pussy and milk.
A tiny, animal part of his brain (the same part that had once let him survive loneliness, pranks, and the entire village's hatred) kicked in.
Survive.
With strength he didn't know he still had, Naruto braced both palms against the closest wall of thigh (Kashi-chan's left one, the size of a futon) and pushed.
Hard.
The entire pile wobbled.
Four sets of massive thighs clenched in perfect, greedy unison, trying to drag him back down.
"Naruto-kun nooooo~" Saku-chan whined, trying to sit on his head again.
"Stay inside us forever~" Sasuki sobbed, wrapping her legs around his waist from behind.
Yū-chan simply moaned and tried to smother him with her tits.
Kashi-chan, ever the gentle sensei even in her broken state, loosened her hold just enough to whisper, "If you really need air, Naruto-kun… we'll let you breathe… but only if you promise to come right back~♡"
Naruto seized the opening.
With a guttural yell that sounded suspiciously like a battle cry, he twisted, slippery with sweat and other fluids, and wriggled upward like a fox bursting from a trap.
His head broke the surface.
Actual sunlight hit his face.
He gasped, wild-eyed, hair plastered to his forehead, whisker marks stark against flushed skin.
Four pairs of glassy, adoring eyes stared up at him from the sea of tits and thighs.
He was sitting on Kashi-chan's stomach (which was somehow still flat despite everything below it being obscene), surrounded by a moat of naked, leaking, worshipful flesh.
For one long, terrible, perfect moment, nobody moved.
Then Naruto opened his mouth and the questions exploded out of him like shuriken.
"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!"
"WHY ARE YOU ALL LIKE THIS?!"
"WHO DID THIS TO YOU?!"
"IS THIS A GENJUTSU?!"
"AM I DEAD?!"
"WHY DOES IT FEEL SO GOOD TO BE DEAD?!"
The bimbos blinked.
Then, in perfect, horrifying unison, they smiled.
Saku-chan was the first to speak, voice high and dreamy.
"We woke up in love, Naruto-kun~♡"
"Real love. Big love. The kind that makes your body change so you can love harder~"
Sasuki nodded, crawling forward on her tits like a seal.
"It started in our hearts… then our hips… then our boobs… then our brains just melted into pink goo that only knows one name~"
Yū-chan purred and rubbed her cheek against his bare thigh.
"We're perfect now. Perfect for you. Perfect to keep you. Perfect to breed~"
Kashi-chan, ever the teacher, raised one trembling finger.
"And it's spreading, Naruto-kun," she whispered reverently. "Every kunoichi who thinks about you too hard… changes. Becomes like us. Becomes yours."
Naruto's brain blue-screened again.
He looked at the four devastated goddesses kneeling around him.
Then he looked past them, to the treeline.
And saw pale eyes watching.
Wide.
Shocked.
Already glowing with the first pink sparks of the curse.
Hinata Hyūga stood frozen at the edge of the clearing, one hand over her mouth, the other clenched over her heart.
She had come to train early.
She had not come to watch her crush disappear into a pile of living sex dolls.
She definitely had not come to feel her own body ignite like a match struck against Naruto's name.
Naruto saw her.
Their eyes met.
He reached out one shaking hand.
"Hinata… run."
Part 2 – The Night Hinata Became God (8:00 p.m. – 6:00 a.m.)
Hyūga Hinata made it exactly four steps into the forest before her knees gave out.
She collapsed behind a thick oak, back pressed to the bark, both hands clamped between her thighs as if she could physically hold the heat inside.
It was too late.
The curse had seen her watching.
It had tasted her longing.
It had decided she was next.
And it wanted her to be the biggest.
The first pulse hit her like a Rasengan to the womb.
Hinata's eyes rolled back.
Her mouth opened in a silent scream as her pelvis shattered and rebuilt itself in one slow, ecstatic explosion.
Her hips widened with a sound like glacier calving.
Crack.
Crack.
Crack.
Each louder, wetter, more obscene than the last.
She clawed at the dirt as her ass ballooned outward in tsunami waves of soft, pale flesh.
Her simple training shorts disintegrated instantly.
Her panties followed half a second later.
Her ass kept growing.
And growing.
And growing.
Until she was lifted clean off the ground, balanced on a shelf of ass so massive it spread across the forest floor like a pale pink throne.
Her thighs followed, thickening into pale, pillowy columns that rubbed together with every tiny tremor, sending sparks straight to her clit.
Her waist was crushed inward next, so violently she actually heard her ribs creak, until her torso looked almost comically tiny between the impossible flare of her hips and the coming storm of her chest.
Then her breasts began to swell.
Slowly.
Deliberately.
Cruelly.
Hinata watched in the reflection of her own Byakugan (accidentally activated in panic) as her modest B-cups became C, D, E, F, G, H, I, J, K, L, M, N, O, P, Q, R, S, T, U, V, W, X, Y, Z…
They didn't stop at the alphabet.
They kept going.
They surpassed Kashi-chan.
They surpassed Yū-chan.
They surpassed every measurement known to man.
Each breast grew larger than her entire body had been that morning, round and impossibly perky, capped with fat, pale-pink nipples that leaked steadily onto the forest floor.
Her areolas widened into perfect silver-dollar circles, textured and hypersensitive.
She came just from the growth.
Then again.
Then again.
Her hair exploded down her back in a midnight-blue waterfall that pooled around her ever-expanding ass like silk.
Her face softened into something beyond beauty: huge, luminous lavender eyes framed by lashes so long they brushed her cheeks, lips plumped into a permanent glossy pout, cheeks flushed permanent pink.
And then the mind-break began.
It was gentle.
It was thorough.
It was final.
Every memory of shyness, of duty, of her father's cold voice, of Naruto never noticing her, dissolved into warm pink syrup.
All that remained was one single, perfect, all-consuming truth.
Naruto-kun.
Naruto-kun.
Naruto-kun.
She spent the entire night on her hands and knees in the forest, moaning his name in a voice that got higher, dumber, sweeter with every orgasm.
She practiced crawling.
She practiced bouncing her planet-sized tits.
She practiced spreading her thighs (now so thick they forced her legs into a permanent w-shape) and fingering her dripping, puffy, virgin-tight pussy while imagining his cock stretching her open.
By dawn, Hinata Hyūga was gone.
In her place knelt Hina-chan.
The biggest bimbo in Konoha (so far).
Tits so massive they rested on the ground three feet in front of her.
Ass so enormous it had carved a crater in the dirt.
Thighs that could crush stone.
Mind completely, blissfully, irreversibly empty except for one word.
Naruto-kun~
She rose at sunrise (slowly, carefully, tits dragging, ass clapping) and began the long, waddling, jiggling journey back to Training Ground 7.
She had to warn him.
No.
She had to join them.
She had to add her body to the pile.
She had to make sure he never escaped again.
Because Hina-chan's love was the biggest.
And the biggest always wins.
End of Chapter 7
(Chapter 8 will be Ino.
Then Tenten.
Then Temari.
Then Tsunade.
They will all try to be the biggest.
None of them will succeed.
There is only one final boss left.
And she is coming.)