Bountiful Fields

by Plump-Hinata

Hinata is sent on a mission to a small, remote village. However, when she arrives, she finds it to be filled with gorgeous women who want nothing more than to pamper her and make her belly big! As her body fattens, can Hinata resist their charms while figuring out why they love her so much, or will she fall into the depths of obesity? Contains weight gain, XWG, harem, lemon, yuri.

8. Return to Anguished Reality

Hinata groaned as she woke up to yet another new day. Slowly opening her eyelids, the sight of the ceiling gradually came into focus. Her mind was groggy and still in a daze, lacking the rapid alertness that would have normally occurred before she had gained so much weight. But that didn't really bother her, not anymore. Lazily lifting her head up, Hinata looked at her own body, still in the nude, and her growing ocean of fat that expanded everywhere. She slightly jerked her body around simply so she could feel her own immense weight, and the great difficulty that came from even the smallest movement. Hinata smiled as her belly began to slowly sway in the air, loudly gurgling as it demanded its next meal. Moments like these were common whenever Hinata was alone. Simple experimentation just to see how much bigger she got. With each day, Hinata admired her fat body more and more. At this point it was a wonder why she never realized the beauty of obesity sooner. It was strange how she could feel so restricted, yet so free at the same time.

In fact, Hinata had awoken from a dream where she essentially admired her own body. Seeing that statue had a profound effect on her. It made her feel so powerful, and so beautiful. During her dream, most of it was literally just Hinata alone in a field, posing in all matter of ways, while dozens of different outfits magically appeared and disappeared as needed. Yet while Hinata was in control, her mind was watching from a distance. Just like an out-of-body experience, Hinata could see her own self while she moved. And all Hinata did was look at herself, and swoon over how gorgeous she was.

It was the first time Hinata ever had a dream like that. In all honesty, it made Hinata a little worried that she was becoming conceited. After all, wasn't being obsessed over your own looks something that an arrogant upperclassman would do? She was more than familiar with old children's stories where the villain was often some spoiled girl who constantly bragged about her beauty, which contrasted with the more modest heroine. In fact, being the modest heroine was something that once best described Hinata herself. She was never one to brag about anything, much less how she looked. The idea of someone lavishing over their own self felt so foreign to Hinata that it often came off as unrealistic. If Hinata were to read those stories now, she'd probably find herself relating more to the snobby noblewomen. Perhaps it was because Hinata got her first true taste of being spoiled by loving subjects. After all, it's one thing to talk about being modest when a person has never been smothered with affection before, and another thing when they actually experience it firsthand.

"That statue…" Hinata muttered to herself. She really couldn't get that thing off her mind. Ever since then, the image of it stuck with her like a phantom. It filled her head with thoughts of the villagers surrounding her, kissing her feet, slowly running their hands up her immense body, whispering words of love, devotion…

Worship.

Hinata's mind stuck to that word. It was a word she kept hearing more frequently as the weeks went on. She was never entirely sure if the women were just saying that to be kinky, or if they really meant it, but it never failed to get Hinata's heart pounding in excitement. Her thoughts turned to the explosion of sex she went through yesterday. She remembered every hour, every minute of the dozen women who carried her off to bed. She recalled the endless love they lavished upon her, never letting her go for even a second without feeling overwhelming pleasure. They put Hinata into all kinds of positions, restraining her so she couldn't resist, and making her scream in pure bliss over and over again. Hinata loved whenever they restrained her like that, the blissful torture of being unable to stop herself from being pleasured and adored. The only difference was that Hinata had indulged more into the feeling of worship. She remembered the words she said from the night.

"Ahh! Yes! Oooohh! OOOH! That's it! Suck me more!" Hinata demanded of them as she was forced on the bed, feeling their tongues, hands, and lips all over her fat, sensitive body, with Hinata constantly squirming around in order to break free, only to fail miserably under their loving strength, an outcome which Hinata was more than happy with.

"Yes, my queen." One of them had said. "We will obey. We'll make you cum no matter what."

It was rare for them to call her queen. It happened sometimes, but they mostly just stuck to "angel" or "cutie" or some other variant. That time however, it had an impact on Hinata that couldn't be put into words, and it drove her crazier than usual.

"OOOH! AAAHH! Yes, make your queen cum! Worship your queen and make me feel good! OOOHH!" Hinata moaned loudly as she rapidly rocked her body up and down, arching her back as much as her weight would allow. Her lovers, having picked up on Hinata's intense reaction, only ramped up their enticing words. They constantly whispered comments into her ear as they worked her fat body.

"Please cum, my queen. We exist only for you."

"We'll feed you forever, worship you forever, and make love to you forever, my queen."

"Cum my queen, cum. Cum so we can make you cum again."

"AHHH! AAAHH! YOUR QUEEN IS CUMMING! YOUR QUEEN IS CUMMING! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!" Hinata screamed louder than usual as her orgasm hit her like an explosion, her face warped into an expression driven to madness by sheer pleasure. It was one of her strongest climaxes yet, and it was definitely the result of the royal roleplay she engaged in. The fantasy was new to her, but one that Hinata immediately became addicted to, and left her craving for more. A craving that the surrounding women were more than happy to indulge her in, hour after hour, for the entire night.

It was wonderful.

"Oooh" Hinata moaned as she returned to reality. Just thinking about it was already getting her in the mood again, and it was just morning! Usually Hinata preferred filling up her stomach as top priority whenever she woke up, and any amorous stuff was saved for later. But this time around, Hinata was already wound up, and ready for another lewd session with her village harem. Speaking of which, Hinata noticed to her dismay that she was left alone on the bed. The others had most likely left to go make her breakfast. Hinata wished that at least one of them stayed behind so she could satisfy her growing sexual urge. Hinata's body was too big to satisfy herself, so she absolutely needed assistance. With another groan, she slowly pushed herself up on her bottom. It was difficult trying to find room for her arms to go. The girl's body had grown to the point where it covered most of the bed.

Hinata grunted again as her perseverance paid off. She got herself up to a sitting position, and sighed pleasantly as she let herself relax from the effort. Lifting up the hundreds of pounds that was her body wasn't easy. She would have used the opportunity to relax more, that is until…

"Eh?" Hinata noticed something lying on her belly through the slight gap between her large breasts. It looked like…

"A letter?"

Apparently left behind by someone, a single lone letter had been placed onto Hinata's belly. Hinata was confused at first. Why would somebody leave a letter behind on top of her? It couldn't have been from her family. She was still only in her first month of her two-month stay in Bountiful Fields, and the women she spent the night with were a little too "preoccupied" with her to be carrying an envelope with them. It must have been given to her, but that was strange too. After all, if anyone from the village had ever wanted to talk with her, they could easily just do that. It's not like Hinata would ever refuse their company, especially if they brought snacks (which they often did).

Wanting to find an answer to her questions, Hinata tentatively reached out and picked up the letter, noticing that it had a formal design and made out of sturdy material. Still curious, she turned it to the other side.

Then her heart sank.

Hinata immediately recognized the insignia that sealed the envelope: the red ball of flame. The symbol of the Hyuuga clan. In that instant, Hinata realized that this letter was definitely addressed to her. Hinata's body rose in temperature, and she rapidly found herself starting to sweat. She felt like a child who was just caught by their parent trying to steal from the cookie jar.

"No… no no. It's nothing." Hinata tried to calm herself down, trying to press down the sudden feeling of dread that gripped her. Thoughts whirled within her head like a raging storm, desperately trying to decipher what this letter was for. Her first thoughts were that her family somehow figured out that she had completely let herself go. But that didn't make sense. Nobody has entered nor left the village since she arrived, and Hinata trusted the villagers enough that she knew none of them would tell the Hyuuga clan about her weight.

"No, Mira wouldn't do that." Hinata told herself out loud in an attempt to calm her nerves. She thought back to all the encouraging things Mira said to her. All the times she praised Hinata, and all the times she, and everyone else, showed their love for her. They wouldn't rat her out like that. They weren't the type to do such a thing.

Perhaps, Hinata speculated further, this letter was just a simple check-up on her. Perhaps it was just her father, or one of the elders wanting to ask about an update just to see how she was doing. Clinging to that thought, Hinata felt herself calm down considerably. Yea, that's all this was. Just a check-up. Still, that didn't stop the sense of guilt within her. In truth, Hinata had completely forgotten about her original mission. This was supposed to be a diplomacy job where she was to help build relations between Konoha and Bountiful Fields. Yet Hinata did nothing of the sort. All she did since coming here was stuff her face, act like a lazy bum, and drown in sex. Even if Hinata returned to her original weight and went back, what on earth would she say? No way in hell would she tell Hiashi that during her time here she turned into an obese whale, danced in skimpy outfits, and participated in daily orgies. Just the thought of that made her want to die in embarrassment.

But then what should she do? Her father was most likely expecting results from her. Likely some sort of official document about trade. Hinata rationalized the idea. It might actually work. Hiashi didn't need to know the details. Just show him something indicating that her assignment was a success, and he should, hopefully, not pry too deeply into the details.

Either way, Hinata knew that this constant guessing wasn't getting her anywhere. If she wanted to know what her family wanted, the answers were laid right in front of her. With a nervous gulp and shaking hands, Hinata pried open the envelope, and took out the letter within. Unfolding it, Hinata quickly recognized her father's handwriting, which unfortunately made her more nervous. Powering through her fear, she began to read.

"To Hinata,

I am sending this letter to you in order to let you know my thoughts on your mission thus far. By the time you have received this letter, it is most likely one month since your start.

When I first gave you your assignment, I gave you a simple reason why I assigned you the role as a diplomat for a small, remote village. I told you that the reason was to help you expand your skillset and provide you with much needed experience. While those reasons remain true, there is more to it than that. Over the past few years, you and I have been well aware that your prowess as a shinobi has been wanting. It's been a constant frustration to both me and the elders of the clan. While your skills are still less than ideal, you have at the very least shown some improvement."

Hinata swallowed. No doubt this was her father. Well-spoken, and never missing an opportunity to criticize her. Hinata quickly felt her mood drop like a rock. Hinata knew her father well. Whenever he began a conversation with criticisms against her, it usually meant the sign of a long, biting, verbal takedown. Feeling a growing dread, she continued reading.

"However, your greatest weakness as a shinobi is more than your strength and skill in battle. Rather, it is your mentality. Your mindset. A shinobi must have a focused mind, a steel heart, and an unbreakable conviction. With those qualities, a ninja can always be relied upon to finish the mission, whatever it may be. You on the other hand have always been too soft, a fact which I'm sure you've heard plenty of times by now. In a sense, this mission was given to you to see if you could prove not just to me, but to the entire family that you can maintain your sense of duty when you're no longer under the watchful eye of a teacher or clan member.

And so far, I am disappointed."

"What?!" Hinata gasped out loud in fear. Disappointed? Why!? What did she do wrong? Hinata broke out into a cold sweat as her mind frantically ran in circles. Did Hiashi somehow find out what she was doing? Hinata read further to find the reason, but her shaking hands made it difficult.

"Although you have been there for one month already, you have not initiated any kind of contact with me. Not a single message whether you have made progress, succeeded, failed, or even arrived there. No attempt to establish communication. No attempt to set up talks between our home and theirs. Nothing. I had hoped you would come to the realization on your own that you should be providing updates and information while in a foreign location for so long. You're an adult now. I shouldn't have to tell you to perform such basic actions for what should be a trivial mission. The fact that you cannot even do that is concerning.

Unfortunately, your initial failure only gives me more reason to be concerned. Bountiful Fields is a small town that provides food to other nations, and it's known for having good hospitality and a friendly populace. Over the past few weeks, I have come to suspect that you might be taking advantage of those qualities, and are using your mission as an excuse to neglect your responsibilities. It would not surprise me to learn that you are treating your mission more as a vacation rather than an important assignment.

As I've mentioned before, a ninja must have a focused mind. That means staying on task, and resisting temptation. If it comes to light that you are not doing this, then it will be a greater disappointment to me than any of your failures thus far because now your actions are in the presence of people outside the family. For the sake of not bringing embarrassment to the clan, I dearly hope this is not the case."

If there was a dartboard, then Hiashi hit the bullseye. A sickly blue appeared on Hinata's soft face. In a few short paragraphs, Hiashi correctly deduced Hinata's behavior. He may not have known the finer details, but he knew that Hinata was not at all taking her mission seriously. Hinata had never even considered the fact that her father was expecting contact. The thought never crossed her mind for even a second. Did she really mess up that badly?

"However, I still remain open to the possibility that I am wrong about all this, and you are in fact staying true to your mission. If that turns out to be the case, then I will gladly admit fault, and offer my apology to you. Fortunately, luck has provided me the opportunity to find out for myself.

Recently, the Hokage opened up a mission to take care of some rogue ninja in another country. Nothing that a few elite jonin can't handle. However, I noticed that the shortest path to the country will take the traveler very close to Bountiful Fields. In other words, anyone who takes the mission will also be able to visit Bountiful Fields on the way.

I have decided to take the mission."

Hinata let out a noise that was mix between a shriek and a pathetic squeal.

"In about a week, I will be arriving there. I have already sent an envoy to Mira Fields, and notified her of my arrival, as well as sending this letter to you. This will be a good opportunity to speak with you, and learn of what you have been doing over the past month. I hope to hear nothing but good news.

Several of the clan members will be coming with me, as well as one of your friends. Apparently, Naruto Uzumaki had also learned of this mission, and insisted he come along. That boy is never one to back down from a chance to prove himself, so he pushed on the Hokage to be able to accompany us. I imagine that the Hokage relented just to calm him down. However, he also seemed pleased to hear that he would have also have a chance to see you, so I hope that you are at your best when we all arrive.

Until then,

Hiashi Hyuuga"

Hinata wordlessly dropped the letter, her hands paralyzed with fear. Never before had she felt such dread. Not even missions where her life was in danger filled her with as much terror as she felt right now. The thought of her father seeing her like this was more horrifying than any enemy ninja. It made her want to vomit. It made her want to cry. It made her want to curl up in a ball and die. If a lightning bolt had vaporized her in that moment, Hinata would have welcomed it.

It was the worst possible scenario. She would not be seeing her family in another month like originally planned. Hiashi was coming in a week. Her family was coming in a week. Naruto was coming in a week. NARUTO was coming in a week! They were going to see her. They were going to see her so grossly overweight, and see that all she did was do nothing but act like a lazy pig. They were going to find out about everything!

Hinata could just imagine the looks on their faces if they ever saw her in her current state. She could see the pure look of disgust on her father's face, and the mix of revulsion and disappointment that would come after. And what about the consequences she would suffer as a result? If Hinata already felt horrible before, it became even worse now. There was no way Hinata was getting out of this lightly. If her family found out, Hinata would suffer a punishment more dire than anything she ever experienced. It would be a national, no, a worldwide scandal if the Hyuuga heiress was caught looking like an overstuffed whale. This was beyond a mere scolding. Literal disownment was a very real possibility. Hiashi would definitely do it. Kicking his own daughter out of the clan to preserve the family honor was not outside his boundaries. That humiliation would follow her for the rest of her life. It was no exaggeration for Hinata to say that her life could quite literally be ruined by this. And Naruto, no, Hinata didn't even to want to think about that. The mere thought of how boy she crushed on would react was too horrible to bear.

She had to lose weight, and fast.

In the midst of the overwhelming despair, there was one nugget of light that Hinata clung to. It was the fact that she could always go back to normal. Mira always insisted that her body could lose its weight. Whenever Hinata got initially worried about her weight, Mira was always there to reassure her that it was no big deal, and Hinata believed it. Hinata knew that the food here wasn't natural. If she could eat a ton of food and gain an unnatural amount of weight, then surely it wasn't out of the question that the opposite was true too, right? Surely if she went on an emergency diet, she would lose enough in a week.

But just as that glimmer of hope arrived, it quickly began to dissipate. It took Hinata over three weeks to achieve her current weight. How long would it take for her to lose all that weight in one week? No, there was no way that would work. That was unrealistic, even for this place. Even for the strictest diet, Hinata guessed that she would still most likely have a sizable amount of extra fat, more than enough for it to be noticed. It wasn't enough to just lose half of her fat, or even three quarters of it. Hinata had to lose all of it, or she was doomed.

Hinata frantically arrived to one conclusion: she had to talk to Mira. Hinata trusted Mira. She would know what to do. It was the only way to save herself.

Hinata wasted no time. She tried to lift herself up as quick as possible, only to let out a "Hurk!" as she felt the immense resistance from her body. For the first time in weeks, Hinata cursed her fat body. It was so much harder to move than she remembered. At first, she tried to push herself up from the bed using her arms, but realized quickly that wouldn't work. Her heavy backside pulled her right back on the bed just as she tried to stand up. Attempting an alternative, Hinata rolled herself over on her side.

"Guuh!" Hinata strained as she flexed her muscles as much as possible to turn herself on her side. What should have been an easy task instead took several, intense seconds of effort just to slowly roll over. A loud plop accompanied her heavy belly slamming against the bed, causing it to sink lower as the bed frame bent. Was she always this big? It felt like her belly and butt stretched out forever. Her arms waved around for a few seconds, trying to find something to grab on to. Most of the time, all Hinata did was hit her own body with her hands. There was so much of her fat everywhere that it hard to maneuver. After some struggle, her right hand made contact with the bed again. Using her grip, Hinata pulled herself further, slowly rolling again.

CRACK!

Hinata yelped as the bed suddenly gave in. The bed frame literally snapped, causing the obese girl to tumble to the ground. Or rather, roll. The bed bent at the perfect angle to cause Hinata to roll to the ground. Hinata's vision spun around as gravity took hold of her body. Hinata fruitlessly tried to stop her momentum, but was unable to do anything to keep herself from essentially becoming a ball. She literally spun around several full rotations before coming to a stop, facing downward on top of her belly. The teen took a few seconds to reorient herself, shaking the dizziness off.

"Ah!" Hinata realized her predicament. Because she was on her belly, its expanse of fat spread out in every direction, while still having enough height to lift Hinata several inches in the air. Hinata moved her arms and legs around some more, only to realize that she couldn't reach the floor anymore. Everywhere her arms and legs touched was just more fat.

"Gah! Urk!" Hinata grunted in frustration as she tried as hard as she could to pull herself up. Her belly pushed her large breasts up to her round face, causing them to squeeze Hinata's cheeks, making her face slightly scrunched up. She swung her heavy arms around, but couldn't reach anything other than her breasts and belly. Her fingertips occasionally scraped against the wooden floor, but not enough room to grab a hold with. Her weighed down legs, likewise, also struggled to reach the floor. Whenever Hinata tried to move them downward, they simply rebounded against her belly.

'Oh god. Am I stuck!?' Hinata blushed as she realized the helplessness of her current position. Still filled with fear-powered adrenaline, Hinata flailed her limbs around at full speed. She thrashed with the intensity of a person drowning in an ocean. Her efforts caused her enormous, fat body to bounce like crazy, which ironically only made it harder for her to move.

"Gk! Ooh!" Hinata unconsciously let out a moan as she desperately flailed about. Even in this situation, her body was still as sensitive as ever, and the feeling of her bare skin brushing against the cool, wooden floor felt incredible. Hinata chastised herself for daring to feel good in what should be an emergency, but her body cared little for her mental stress. In fact, it was that precise feeling of helplessness that got her body burning hot. Hinata struggled as the seconds turned into minutes, yet accomplished nothing more than turning herself into a bouncing blob.

Hinata let out grunts that were a mixture of irritation at not being able to move, and excitement at the strengthening pleasure that came about for the same reason, and the part of her that was enjoying it was winning the battle. Her entire body began to tingle from her own movements.

"Kya!" Hinata yelped as she felt an extreme spike of pleasure at her butt. She didn't know why, but her bottom suddenly felt incredible, and the feeling was so great that it made her moan involuntarily. It didn't go away either. It lingered for several seconds, and only seemed to be getting stronger by the second. Not only did it feel amazing but felt incredibly warm and comforting too. Almost as if she were being massaged by a gentle pair of hands. In fact, the warmth and pleasure were incredibly familiar. It felt a lot like…

"L-Lenn!? Is that you?" Hinata twisted her head around as much as possible to see behind her, but only saw her own fat. However, that sensation was unmistakable. Only one person in the village could rub her as well as she did.

"Hmm, morniff sweethee." Came a muffled voice. That was definitely Lenn alright. Hinata didn't even hear her come in, nor did she know when. Not only did Hinata feel Lenn's warm hands, but also her face buried deep inside the flesh of her butt.

"Hmmm, you poor thing." Lenn cooed as she placed her head on its side against Hinata's bottom, affectionately rubbing her cheek on it. "Did you fall down while getting out of the bed? It must be soooo hard to move with that gigantic body."

"Eep!" Hinata flinched as she felt the older woman plant a big, wet kiss on her left buttcheek. Hinata liked being kissed there, and for some reason the pleasure was even greater when Lenn did it.

"Ahh, *kiss*, so soft and big. Hmm, *kiss*, I'll make you feel better sweetie. *kiss* Then we'll stuff you up with a nice breakfast. Hmm. *kiss*" Lenn let loose an assault of loving smooches on Hinata's butt while using her hands to squeeze and rub as much of it as she could. It was not the normal slow, gentle massage that Hinata was used to from her, but rather a fierce, relentless barrage that made Hinata's body into a jiggling ball of fat.

"Ahhhh! L-Lenn!" Hinata was unable to stop herself from moaning. The pleasure was overwhelming, making her squirm helplessly against her immobility. Hinata's protests slowly died down amidst the growing pleasure. Lenn's hands and lips were strangely hot, yet that heat created a sensation of burning pleasure that felt so good that it slowly wiped all thoughts from her brain. This was the absolute worst time for sexual play, but her body clearly disagreed, and the pleasure from her body started to overwhelm her mind in turn. The fear and anxiety she felt from Hiashi's terrifying letter soon became distant. Hinata's instincts, left with the choice to focus on pleasure or anguish, made the obvious decision and seized upon the opportunity to avoid whatever brought her pain.

"Ahhhh! Oooohh! Ohhhh!" Hinata couldn't fight it any longer. The only rational thought left in her mind was to attempt to remind herself that she couldn't do this anymore. She had to stop this, and get back to her normal weight before it was too late. But that thought too became overwhelmed by the pleasure, and forced aside. Hinata couldn't stop it. It felt so good to give in. It felt so good to let herself be spoiled. It felt so good to be helpless, and let herself be smothered to her heart's content and beyond. Finally surrendering to it, Hinata rhythmically rocked her body back and forth, only this time it was not to escape, but to encourage her partner as she continued to grope and kiss Hinata's butt.

"OOHHHH! OOOH!" Hinata felt it. That familiar buildup of heat and pressure inside her. The growing sensation of an impending climax. Yes, this is what she wanted. This is what she needed. Hinata sped up her humping, wanting nothing more in that moment but to embrace her approaching orgasm, to escape from the horrific reality of her family's arrival and into the world of pleasure where nothing could harm her. She embraced it completely and refused to let go. Hinata moans grew louder, and her movements more frantic.

Then, it stopped instantly.

Hinata let out a cry of anguish as the warm, wonderful, comforting, incredible pleasure suddenly vanished, and just when she was so close too! She was so close to feeling that overwhelming peak of pleasure that made her feel in heaven and away from harsh reality, and it was denied to her out of nowhere. Hinata kicked her legs around as seductively as she could, spreading them, presenting herself as completely open to any and all takers who wanted to make love to her, trying everything in order to get her partner back. When that didn't happen, Hinata turned her head around, wanting to know where Lenn went, and why she was denied her much needed orgasm.

Hinata stopped her movements when she saw what transpired. She saw Mira, who had apparently grabbed Lenn by the back of her shirt and pulled her up. Lenn had a look of frustration and surprise on her face, clearly not expecting the interruption from her younger sister. Mira whispered something harshly in her sibling's ear. Hinata couldn't make out the words, though she could hear a much more serious tone in her voice. Whatever she said though, Lenn clearly wasn't a big fan of it, but she ultimately relented to her sister's authority.

"Oh fine." Lenn muttered grumpily. Turning to Hinata, she said to her apologetically, "I'm sorry Hina-bunny. I really wanted to spend time with you today, but I guess it'll have to wait." Lenn then quickly left the room in a huff, most likely because she didn't want to be tempted any further from Hinata's jiggling body.

That meant it was now just Mira and Hinata in the room, but Hinata was in a much more different state of mind than usual. Whereas she was usually happy to see Mira and spend time talking with her, now Hinata felt frustration and worry. Frustration because she was more sexually pent up than usual, and just had her release denied, and worry because Mira carried herself with a more serious air. Mira had the strange knack of completely changing the mood of the room whenever she was more stern. It was something which both Hinata and the villagers were intimidated by. But the worst part of it was the fact that now that the pleasure Hinata felt had worn off, she was once again being reminded of the nightmarish scenario she found herself in. The thoughts of food and pleasure were now replaced by the terrifying and judgmental stare of her father.

Hinata was still helpless on her belly, so Mira walked over to Hinata's side and lowered down to her knees. Mira affectionately placed a hand on Hinata's back and stroked it slowly.

"Sorry to interrupt like that." Mira's voice returned to a softer tone. "But I really needed to talk to you."

Hinata lowered her head, knowing precisely what Mira was talking about. According to Hiashi's letter, he had already told Mira that he was coming soon, and the way Mira spoke was proof enough that it was true.

Mira continued to gently rub Hinata's back for a few minutes as they remained quiet. The weirdness of their situation, the fact that a massively overweight girl was on her belly on the floor being rubbed by another woman, didn't seem to effect either of them. Such weirdness was the norm here, and they both acted like this situation was natural.

Mira finally spoke up again, "So, I'm guessing you've read the letter."

Hinata stayed quiet, not responding. However, the expression on her face was all that was needed to be said.

Mira looked at Hinata's body for a moment, then at the destroyed bed, and back to the fattened girl, "I can already tell what probably happened. I'm guessing you read the letter, panicked and tried to leave the bed in a hurry, then got stuck, then got 'attacked' by my big sister while you were vulnerable, right?"

Hinata nodded slightly. Mira sighed.

"Well, I'll get right to the chase. Yesterday, an envoy from your village arrived and delivered a couple letters to me, both were from your father. One was for me, and it told me that him, Naruto Uzumaki, and several Hyuuga clan members would be arriving here soon to check up on you. The second letter was for you, and I'm sure it probably said the same thing."

Hinata nodded again quietly. While Mira's deduction was true, Hinata didn't mention the harsh words that were directed to her in that letter. Even though it was just words on a piece of paper, Hinata could practically hear her father's voice repeating those criticisms to her. She imagined his disparaging glare, and the humiliation of how he would react if he saw her like this.

Mira sighed again. "Normally, I'd use this as an opportunity to complain about ninja's beauty standards, but I know that you have an image to uphold. Your father isn't going to be happy if he sees you at your current weight, will he?"

"He won't…" Hinata whispered, her voice weak.

"You're going to have to lose weight, aren't you?" Mira asked sadly. Hinata stayed quiet for a few seconds.

"What am I going to do?" Hinata whimpered. It was a cry for help. Hinata was in the worst possible situation, only made worse by increased sexual frustration and constant hunger. Her family was coming in one mere week, and she had no plan on what to do. She desperately needed a reassuring voice. Someone to tell her everything was okay. Someone to give her any kind of guidance.

"Hinata, do you remember what I told you when you first noticed that you were gaining weight?"

Hinata indeed remembered. It was the one and only lifeline she had in order to keep herself from completely losing hope.

"Yes, I do." Hinata answered. Mira then continued.

"Then you know that you can always lose that weight. In truth, I've never encountered a situation like this before, but I don't think you should give up yet. You see, as you've obviously realized by now, the food here is a little unusual. It makes you gain weight incredibly quickly, but keep in mind that the opposite is true."

Hinata looked at Mira, feeling the glimmer of hope grow.

Mira smiled. "Yes, in truth the weight falls off really fast. It never takes more than a few days for a person to go back to normal once they stop overeating. All you need to do is go on a diet, and return to the way you were eating before you came here. It's going to have to be a strict diet though. You can't afford any missteps, but I'm confident you can do it."

Joy and light returned to Hinata's face. This was it. This was precisely the encouragement she needed. Her mind was filled with doubt that losing this much weight was impossible. But Mira's confidence made it clear that not all was lost. It wasn't over yet. Hinata could in fact avoid this upcoming nightmare.

"Oh Mira," Hinata eyes teared with happiness. If Hinata wasn't stuck, she would have thrown herself at Mira and hugged her.

"There's that wonderful smile again." Mira said cheerfully. "But keep in mind that you have to change completely. Go cold turkey, starting today. Exercise plenty, which I'm sure you're used to since you're a ninja. It should be easy!"

"Y-yes!" Hinata exclaimed, her body bouncing in joy. She had a plan of action. She had a way out from what could easily be the worst day of her life. All she had to do was go back to her normal lifestyle, and she'd be saved. It'll be easy!

"Good, now let's get you back up. It's probably hard for you to move right now, huh?"

"Hee hee, a bit, yes." Hinata giggled.

"Don't worry. I've got you." Mira said as she stood up. Holding her palm upward, Mira raised her hand. And as she raised her hand, Hinata felt her massive body lift up into the air. Hinata let out an "eep!" as she felt the odd sensation of herself being lifted up in the air by an invisible force. Next, Mira rotated her palm, which caused Hinata to turn into a standing position. Hinata, as she often did, felt amazement at Mira's incredible ninjutsu. Mira would seriously be a talented jonin if she had still lived in a ninja village.

Hinata let out a grunt as Mira lowered her on her feet. Hinata had to keep herself from falling again as heavy belly and butt nearly pulled her off balance as gravity pulled them down.

"No need to get dressed since it's time for your bath. Come, I'll lead you to it. The tub is already filled, and I made it a nice, hot bubble-bath for you." Grabbing Hinata's hand, Mira took her to the bathroom.

Although even that action was more difficult than expected. Hinata grunted with each step she took, finding it extremely hard to walk. Hinata hadn't noticed until now, but her belly had fattened to the point that it reached past her knees. Hinata had become a huge fan of being carried around as opposed to walking, especially over the past few days. Perhaps it was then that she grew this much. Realizing that walking in any typical way was impossible, she changed her movements into an exaggerated waddle. She practically swung her body side to side, using the momentum of her swinging fat to move herself forward while Mira patiently let Hinata go at her own pace.

"Hn! Mh!" Hinata couldn't stop her slight moans as she felt her fat slap against the walls of the hallway. The hall was large enough for her body, just barely. Hinata attempted to berate herself for feeling this way. Now wasn't the time to indulge in pleasure. She was supposed to change her ways and start losing weight. If Hinata wanted to lose weight, then she needed to stop getting enjoyment out of being so fat. However, that was easier said than done. Simply wanting to go on a diet didn't make her body any less sensitive, nor did it decrease her base urges. Hinata's body ached as she desperately wanted to satisfy those desires. Her growling belly needed to be filled, and her pent-up sexual tension needed to be released.

It took a lot of effort, but Hinata and Mira made it to the bathroom. Hinata's face fell a little when she saw it though. It was a nice bathroom no doubt, made with plenty of gorgeous white granite, but it was nothing compared to the massive, royal bathroom in Mira's house. In addition, the bathtub, in spite of its large size, looked like it wouldn't provide much room for Hinata's expanse of fat.

"Hm, it might be hard for you to get in yourself. Here, let me help." Mira mused to herself before waving her hand. Once again, Hinata squeaked in surprise as she was lifted into the air. The suddenness of it never failed to catch her off guard. With care, Mira slowly lowered Hinata into the bathtub. However, Hinata's contact with the hot water caused a tidal wave to come pouring out of the tub, forced out by the obese girl. In addition, Hinata got stuck about three-fourths of the way in, forcing Mira to push Hinata down with more force so she could get in.

"Just a little… there!" with one more push, Mira used her jutsu to squeeze Hinata fully into the tub. Practically every inch of the tub was filled with creamy fat, so much that most of Hinata breasts still stuck out of the water, as well as her feet. Her massive belly also hung a few inches over the sides of the tub. Hinata was leaned back at an angle, stuffed into the tub as much as possible.

Hinata made a slight noise as she looked at herself. It was a strange feeling being pressed into such a tight space. She wasn't sure if it was a good feeling or not.

"I'll turn on the shower to get some steam going. Then I'll get you your breakfast." Mira said as put the shower head on hot, and let it douse all over Hinata's belly. Afterwards, she went on to dim the lights and close the shower curtains in order to better trap steam. Hinata let out a small smile. Mira knew all of Hinata's favorite habits when it came to bathing, and she appreciated the way Mira always tried to maximize her comfort. As Mira left the room, Hinata tried her best to relax for the next few minutes. It actually wasn't so bad. The scent of the bubbles combined with the hot water did a lot to calm her nerves, and the feeling of being trapped in the bathtub was kinda nice.

At the same time though, the fact that she had become so big that she overflowed an entire bathtub made her feel guilty. If this had happened just yesterday, then Hinata would have been thrilled over her great size, but now with the knowledge that her family was coming, it only brought her mood down.

"I really messed up, didn't I?" Hinata muttered to herself, frowning. Now that she had time to think, all of the swirling thoughts of her father's harsh words came coming back to her. It was hard for Hinata to describe how she felt. A part of her was both distraught and angry over how deeply Hiashi's words cut into her. No matter how good Hinata felt about herself, her father never failed at bringing her back down to zero. He was always like that. He always knew the exact things to say to crush Hinata's mental strength and make her feel like dirt. Even after all this, that part of him never changed, and his skill at doing so didn't falter in the least.

But it also made Hinata upset at herself. Because as much as she hated her father's verbal attacks on her, she couldn't deny that much of what he said was dead on, another skill that Hiashi excelled at. Hiashi was right about everything he said. It was true. She DID neglect her duties since coming here. She DID treat it as more of a vacation than a mission. She DID take advantage of Mira's hospitality. She DID give into temptation, and let herself become the complete opposite of what a ninja should be. Every doubt that Hiashi had about his daughter, Hinata proved him right. All of it.

Hinata felt her mood crash down even more. It was like a balloon inside of her had popped. A balloon that had been filling with air with each happy, blissful day in Bountiful Fields. With each increasing bit of self-confidence she had gained. All of it, gone. No longer did she feel like the expressive, out-going, overweight beauty she had become. Now she was once again the old, weak, pathetic Hinata. The same old failure of a ninja she always was. The same disappointment that never failed to bring shame to her status. Only now it was even worse. Now she didn't even look like a ninja anymore. Her morbidly obese body was not fit for ninja work anymore. She could barely even walk, let alone perform the physical feats needed for the bare minimum of ninja work.

Shame and guilt continued to build up inside of her. Hinata hated herself for not doing more to stop herself from getting so fat. As Hiashi had said in his letter, a real ninja should have been able to resist temptation. Why did she give in so easily? Why didn't she show more assertiveness when Mira and the others kept trying to tempt her? Why didn't she put her foot down and refuse? Why was she so mentally weak? God, she was so pathetic! Hinata even started to feel humiliation as she thought back to all the things she did over the past few weeks. What on earth was she thinking?! Stuffing her mouth like a pig. Strutting around in public in skimpy clothes like a whore. Having multiple orgies on a daily basis with a bunch of women she had only known for less than a month. What kind of person had she turned into?

Hinata felt a slight bit of anger at Mira for the first time, but immediately felt bad for doing so. No, she couldn't blame Mira for this. It wasn't anyone else's fault but her own. Sure, the villagers could have been less pushy about it, but ultimately it was Hinata's choice to accept their attention. It's just… it felt so good. Hinata had never experienced such freedom and joy before. It felt wonderful to let go, and indulge in sin. And the way the villagers spoke to her made Hinata feel like everything was okay. They supported everything Hinata did, and they always gave her the love and attention she always wanted. As someone who was starved for love, Hinata couldn't help but give in. It got to the point that Hinata even began to feel that her little paradise would last forever, even though she knew it would only last for a short time. Perhaps it was because the women always spoke with such confidence. They treated Hinata's behavior as if it was the most natural thing in the world. That confidence rubbed off on Hinata. She too, began to believe that being fed and loved every day was just something that naturally happened, and that it was something that would never end.

Unfortunately, it was precisely that feeling that made the crash back to reality all the more painful.

Of course it wasn't natural. Of course this type of thing didn't happen in the outside world. Bountiful Fields didn't operate the same way the ninja world did. It had its own culture, its own rules, and its own norms. Hinata knew this, but let herself get caught up in it anyway, because she was weak. Just like Hiashi expected her to be.

She really was a failure.

Hinata felt tears well up at the corners of her eyes. Her feelings at the moment were all too familiar. The same self-loathing and regret that she was used to. She had deluded herself into believing she had moved on from that and turned into a happier person. But alas, it was not meant to be. She would always be the meek, miserable ninja she always was.

"Hinata, I've got your breakfast!"

Hinata flinched as she heard the door open. While the shower curtains were still closed, Hinata quickly wiped the tears from her eyes. She had forgotten about Mira due to her mental state. During the next few seconds, Hinata did her best to hide her torment and push the negative thoughts out of her head. Because despite the bad situation she was in, there was still the nugget of hope that Mira gave to her. She could still lose weight, go back to normal, and avoid this entire mess. It wouldn't be perfect, and Hiashi might still have a harsh lecture in store for her, but at the very least he wouldn't see her like this.

Not only that, but Hinata was honestly looking forward to breakfast. Eating always made her feel better, and the food never failed to make her taste buds sing with joy. She could eat breakfast, go on a diet, and start exercising. Hopefully by then, her weight should go back to normal. Hopefully…

The shower curtains opened up as Mira poked her head in.

"How's the bath so far, sweetie? Are you feeling comfortable?"

"Umm, yeah, a bit." Hinata muttered quietly. It still felt weird being stuffed into a bathtub, but the warm water coupled with the steam actually helped a lot.

"Good, well then here's your meal. We're going to have to start your diet right away, so you'll be starting with regular-sized meals from now on. Let me move this water aside." Casting an unknown jutsu, an invisible bubble of chakra materialized around Hinata's head, pushing all of the water away from her head and chest area.

"Thank you, Mira." Hinata said, though her face faulted a little. Just hearing the phrase "regular-sized" made her heart sink a bit. But Hinata knew that she had to do this. It would be the only way to avoid her upcoming catastrophe. At this point, Hinata was used to consuming several hundred plates of food each meal. Surely it wouldn't be so bad it she only had to eat one hundred plates worth of food, right? It wouldn't be nearly as tasty, but one hundred plates worth should keep her tied over. It won't be easy, but Hinata felt that she could do it.

Then, Mira placed a single plate onto Hinata's chest.

One plate.

Only one.

And on it was nothing more than a single breakfast sandwich, filled with a modest amount of eggs and bacon.

"…"

What was this?

What the hell was this!?

This couldn't be it.

Why was there only one sandwich? Why was it so small? Why was there so little food in it? This wasn't a meal. This wasn't even a snack. No, it's barely even a crumb. Was this some kind of prank? Why would Mira play a prank on her? Didn't Mira realize how serious this was?

Hinata looked up at Mira with a face filled with confusion.

"Umm, Mira. Where… where's the rest?"

"Hinata, there is no 'rest'. That's it." Mira replied, her face like a stone.

Hinata looked mortified.

"No, no, it can't be. Surely there's more." Hinata even craned her neck up, trying to look behind Mira. This was just a prank. Where was the rest of her breakfast? Was Mira hiding it? Why would she hide it? Hinata kept expecting to see the endless stacks of plates she had grown used to, but she didn't see them this time. There was nothing behind Mira. Nothing at all.

"B-b-b-but-" Hinata stammered, panicking, "I can't eat just this! This is just a diet, right? I'm supposed to lose weight, not starve!" Hinata's belly growled loudly, as if in tune with Hinata's emotions.

Mira frowned slightly. "I'm not starving you. This sandwich has just the right amount of calories to suit a healthy weight."

Hinata was still in disbelief. She mouthed wordlessly, trying to come up with any kind of protest.

Mira continued. "The only way you can lose all your extra weight is if you go back to a normal diet. That means eating as much as a regular person, and this is how much regular people eat."

It felt like Hinata's world had just shattered to pieces. Over the weeks, Hinata had completely forgotten what normal standards were. She had grown so used to being fed obscene amounts of food that anything that didn't involve filling her up with a restaurant's worth felt completely foreign to her. Hinata had fully expected that Mira would come walking in here with several dozen plates of food for breakfast. Surely that was enough for a diet, right? Instead there was only one plate with a single sandwich on it. How? How could anyone survive off of just one sandwich for breakfast. How could they even function!? Hinata's belly practically roared from how loud it was. It was like it had a mind of its own, expressing its frustration.

"I'm sorry, sweetie." Mira looked dejected. "I'm not any happier about this than you, but there's no other way. Please try your best, okay?"

Hinata didn't respond. She just kept staring at the lonely sandwich on her chest. Her disappointment was so palpable that it could literally be felt in the air. Mira uttered a final apology before awkwardly leaving the room.

For five minutes, the only sounds in the room were the running shower and Hinata's raging belly. Bubbles already overflowed the tub and began spreading through the floor. Normally, any food left in front of Hinata would be snatched up and eaten in seconds, but the shock of knowing that this was all she had to eat kept Hinata frozen in place.

Hinata spent the entire time racking her brain. She scoured through her memories, trying to recall what her eating habits were before. Eventually, Hinata was forced to admit that she did indeed use to eat these paltry crumbs as a meal. She spent her entire life eating small portions, with the exception of the occasional ramen binge. Yet now the idea of having such small meals felt so incredibly foreign that it didn't even feel real. Did human beings really survive off this? How horrible. No wonder there's so much war and misery in the world.

"This isn't fair." Hinata whimpered as she lifted the sandwich up. Her voice like a beaten puppy. She wanted to cry. In many ways this revelation felt worse than learning of her father's arrival. She couldn't gorge herself on food anymore. This was it. Hinata didn't even get a chance to prepare for it either. Not even a "goodbye" meal or anything. It was like losing a dear friend.

As strange as it might sound, it was true. Food had become Hinata's closest companion. It made her happy. It made her relaxed. It made her feel like nothing could ever go wrong. Whenever she pigged out on a juicy steak, she felt a joy that surpassed anything else. Whenever she chugged on a massive bowl of ramen, her body filled with a warmth greater than even the most loving embrace. And when she felt that wonderful, wonderful pressure of her belly stuffed with food, she felt an accomplishment greater than an artist finishing their greatest work. Hinata loved to eat. She loved it so much. It was her hobby, her passion. She desperately wanted to spend every day gorging on an endless feast, provided to her by an army of beautiful women who dedicated themselves to her every desire.

Yet she couldn't. Not anymore. Not when her father was on the way. Not when Naruto was coming. Not when she had just a few days to lose it all before her life came to end. No matter how much she missed it, Hinata had to press on.

And that was what she was going to do.

Through great solemnness, Hinata held the breakfast sandwich and brought it to her lips. Hinata wanted to take it as slowly as possible. Hinata normally ate incredibly fast, which she could get away with because there was always plenty more to come. But now she had to conserve every bite.

Hinata moaned loudly as she chomped off a third of the sandwich in one bite. It was more than she intended, but Hinata couldn't control herself. She needed food inside of her so badly. Even if it was just a small sandwich, it was still as delicious as any other Bountiful Fields meal. Even after moping around for so long, it was still delightfully warm and juicy. Hinata did her best to chew as slowly as possible, but it was difficult. She only managed to chew about a minute before she couldn't hold back anymore. Hinata flexed her throat muscles tightly and gulped it down hard. She savored the deep sound of her mouthful squeezing down into her belly, loving every second.

"Ooooouuuu!" Hinata moaned loudly as her body shivered in pleasure. Ah! This feeling! Even if it was just one bite, the tingling coursing through her skin felt incredible. She relished the high as much as she could. Indeed, the bliss of food never failed her. It never failed to make all her troubles go away. Just one bite was enough. Hinata stuffed the rest of the sandwich in her mouth. She needed to experience the feel of her mouth stuffed to the limit. Despite the bigger portion, Hinata grinded it down much faster than her first bite. In no time at all, she finished her second bite. After swallowing, she moaned loudly again, loving the sensation. In desperation, she then lifted the plate up to her lips and licked down any remaining morsel that remained, trying to prolong it. Hinata succeeded in scooping up a few crumbs, which still managed to taste great despite their size. Unfortunately, all things must come to an end, and Hinata could find no more to feed on.

Hinata let out a groan of anguish and she felt her hunger skyrocket. She wanted more! It wasn't even close to enough. Was this really meant to be a full meal? It didn't feel like she ate anything at all. She needed at least three hundred more to feel content. Hinata's belly never ceased its gurgling. It created so much noise that Hinata could have sworn it moved on its own. But she understood her body's reaction completely.

"Mira. MIRA!" Hinata shouted, saying Mira's name in the harshest tone she had ever done before. Hinata didn't even mean to, but her growing frustration made her act out.

In almost an instant, Hinata heard the door open. Right away, Mira came running into the room.

"Yes, Hinata? Are you finished?" Mira asked, her voice was clam in spite of Hinata's shout.

"Yes, Mira. I'm done. I'm done with the bath too. I'd like to get out now." Hinata again spoke with more impatience than she ever had in her entire life. She felt guilty about it, but the combination of every awful event that transpired over the last few hours made her irritable.

"I understand, Hinata. I'll get you out right away." Mira said quickly, who clearly noticed the change in mood. Wanting to speed things up, Mira cast one jutsu after another. The first one immediately stopped the showerhead. The second caused every bubble and drop of water to literally evaporate in seconds. Not just from the bath, from the Hinata's body as well. There was no need for towels as Hinata was completely dry, even down to every single fold of fat. Lastly, Mira's third jutsu caused Hinata's body to levitate into the air. A loud popping sound accompanied Hinata becoming unstuck from the tub. Swirling her hands around, Mira turned the girl's body upright and lowered her down to the ground on her feet. In addition, that single empty plate went flying out of the room, almost like it was in fear. In what felt like seconds, Hinata's bath was over, and she stood on her feet like it never even happened.

"There you go, all done. I'll go get you dressed, okay?"

"Yes…"

Hinata felt a mixture of anger and guilt as she let Mira dress her up. This time around, it was nothing more than a simple shirt and pants, although obviously neither were large enough to cover her completely. The clothes were guided by Mira's techniques as they placed themselves around Hinata's body, with the large girl doing nothing more than raising her arms and feet as needed. Hinata wasn't really paying attention though. She stewed in her thoughts, thinking up a way to apologize to Mira. While Hinata didn't say anything horrible, she didn't like yelling at people, and she felt bad about earlier. Mira didn't seem too upset though. She wore a bright smile, and instead focused on admiring Hinata's body.

"Ahh, I can never get enough of how beautiful you are, Hinata." She sighed dreamily. "So nice and fat. It's a shame that you'll have to lose it all. At least I can get my last few eyefuls of you before that happens."

"Umm, Mira I-"

"Anyway," Mira cut her off, "You should take this time to go exercise. I've already got a solid meal plan ready for you, so don't worry about that. Get yourself some fresh air. That should take your mind off things."

Hinata was honestly surprised at how well Mira seemed to be taking things. Mira was always the one to encourage Hinata's weight gain, and was there every step of the way to constantly tell Hinata how beautiful her overweight body was. Because of that, Hinata expected Mira to fight back and oppose her plan to lose weight, yet instead Mira supported her all the way with little complaint. It was actually quite admirable of Mira to be able to completely change her actions on a dime. Perhaps that was why she was so successful in life. Hinata swelled up in admiration of her. If only she could be that strong.

The same couldn't be said for the others.

After Hinata got ready and waddled her way outside, she was immediately swarmed by a pack of very distraught women. They descended upon her so quickly that she barely even saw them coming. It was obvious that Mira had told them about everything that had happened, and they were not happy about it.

"Hinata! Is it true you're going on a diet!"

"Your family is coming?! You're not leaving, are you?!"

"Please don't go on a diet! We need you to stay big!"

Hinata tried to sputter a sentence, but her focus was thrown off by the sheer number of unhappy faces and shrill voices surrounding her. In addition, many of them were rubbing her belly to comfort her, which made it even harder for her to speak as she had to keep herself from moaning.

'Everyone's really upset,' was one of the few thoughts Hinata could form. Many of the women looked as if they had just received the worst news of their lives. Several had tears in their eyes as they begged for Hinata to not go on a diet, and Hinata even saw a few women at the corner of her eye down on their knees, sobbing. They honestly looked more devastated than Hinata was. Although Hinata couldn't make out much from the cacophony of voices, the fact that they were completely against this was crystal clear. They did not want Hinata to go on a diet. They did not want her to lose even a single pound of weight, and they made sure she knew it.

However, just as with Lenn, Mira intervened. An invisible, unknown force pushed everyone away from Hinata, as if she were suddenly covered in a barrier. A series of yelps filled the air as some of the women were knocked to the ground.

"LADIES! Enough! Give her some space!" Mira barked, her arm extended forward. Mira didn't even show signs of exhaustion from her technique.

Several of the ladies groaned in slight pain as they gathered themselves and stood back up. However, their expressions of despair remained. One in particular was Charlotte, who was outright fuming. The blonde immediately recovered and didn't waste time to give her superior a piece of her mind.

"Mira! Are you actually serious about all this!?" Charlotte shouted, angrier than Hinata had ever seen her. "You're actually going to let Hinata go on a diet? Why?! You, more than anybody else, have always been the biggest advocate for letting Hinata stay true to her desires and not give in to those stupid and outdated beauty standards. You've always been the first one to push for Hinata's weight gain and to make her realize the wonderful glutton she truly is. Yet now you're just letting her lose it all without even a fight? You're making her give up on the things that make her happy? That's not like you at all!"

A wave of "Yeah!" and "That's right!" exclamations erupted from the crowd. It was clear that the women were not at all happy with what Mira had told them, and there was no question as to whose side they were on.

Mira however, did not look the least bit deterred by Charlotte's outburst. With unwavering confidence, she quickly countered.

"Charlotte, what makes you think that I want this anymore than you do? Of course I don't want Hinata to suffer. That's precisely why I'm doing this. Because the unfortunate truth is that the Hyuuga clan leader is on his way here, and if he sees his daughter like this, it's going to be a nightmare for her. It's best for Hinata to go on a diet and return to the way she was before."

"BULLSHIT!"

Hinata flinched as Charlotte stamped her foot in a fury. Many of the women behind her also let loose their own furious comments. Though Mira remained steady, Hinata was honestly becoming scared. She had never seen the villagers so angry before. The atmosphere in Bountiful Fields was always easygoing and casual, so seeing what was looking like an angry mob greatly unsettled the fat girl.

Charlotte raised her voice further, and her face turned red as she lost her temper. "Why should Hinata have to suffer because her family will complain about it? Who cares what they think? Just tell them to stuff it. It's none of their business if Hinata wants to be lazy and fat. Hinata SHOULD be lazy and fat. That's what she wants! That's what she loves! What's Hinata supposed to do if she can't eat at least half a million calories per meal? How can she go through the day if she doesn't get the sex she so desperately needs? How can she be happy when she goes back to that miserable skinny existence instead of the endless paradise she deserves?"

"Charlotte, you're being a little-"

"NO!" Charlotte nearly screamed back. "We're not going to let you do this to her. You're not going to starve her. Hinata deserves to be fat and happy! We have to take care of Hinata and feed her. We have to touch her and make love to her! We have to serve her. We NEED to serve her! We exist for Hinata. We're her slaves!"

'Oh my god…' Hinata's jaw dropped at what Charlotte said, even more so at the chorus of cheers that followed her rant. All the other women showed no issues with the blonde's argument, as if she had said something completely natural. Charlotte didn't mince words. She literally just said that. She literally just declared herself, and the rest of the women, as Hinata's actual slaves. Hinata had inklings of doubt that the master-servant relationship they had engaged in was just a form of roleplay they were putting on to make things sexy. Yet the passion behind Charlotte's speech was unmistakably real. Hinata couldn't believe it. They really were worshipping her. She really did have her own slaves.

Hinata tried to ignore the rapidly burning heat between her legs as she let the realization sink in.

"Just look at her, Mira," This time it was Sayoko who jumped in, "Can't you see how hungry she is? The poor thing looks like she's about to pass out in hunger. Did you even feed her today? Hinata, how much breakfast did she give you?"

Hinata stammered, "Uhh, well. I had… one sandwich."

"WHAT?!" If Charlotte was angry before, she was absolutely livid now. Sayoko's voice of shock was drowned out by the anger from Charlotte and the others. Hinata was genuinely frightened now. It really did seem like a fight was going to break out.

"ONE SANDWICH!? Mira, have you lost your mind?!" Charlotte was definitely screaming now. "Are you trying to starve her? She needs at least five hundred or she won't even be able to make it through the morning!"

"Yes, one sandwich." Mira responded, still calm, "That's the same amount that the rest of us eat. She can't lose weight unless she starts her diet right now. If Hinata wants to return back to her normal weight before her family gets here, she needs to quit cold turkey. That means no more overeating, no more sex, and no more worship. My word is final, Charlotte, so you best keep quiet and do as I say."

"You bitch!" Charlotte growled before she strode forward towards Mira.

"C-C-Charlotte! No!" Hinata shrieked. Charlotte rose her clenched fist up, and her face showed that she was serious. A fight was going to break out. Charlotte showed every intention on punching Mira as hard as she could. Hinata went into a panic as she tried to beg Charlotte to stop. This isn't what Hinata wanted. She didn't want a fight. She didn't want the peaceful atmosphere this place always had to shatter. But in her current state, Hinata was helpless to do anything but plead. She could not stop the blonde woman from swinging her fist towards the village leader's fist as hard as possible.

However, before the instant that Charlotte's fist reached Mira's face, she froze. Completely. It was as if her entire body had suddenly stopped in time. Not even her momentum carried her forward.

"Wha-?" Hinata gasped as she felt a surge of chakra in the air. The other villagers all had similar reactions as they had certainly felt it too. It didn't take any of them long to figure out where it was coming from.

A massive amount of chakra was emanating from Mira. Her pose hadn't changed at all. The only thing different was Mira pointing a single figure in Charlotte's direction. Just from that gesture, she had used a jutsu so powerful that it made Charlotte come to a complete stop.

"I think that's enough, Charlotte." Mira's tone was completely different. Gone was the gentleness that she always used with Hinata. Her voice was dripping with venom, and it carried a threatening edge that chilled Hinata to the bone.

"All of you have seem to have forgotten your position. Hinata wants to go on a diet, and that is that. This isn't about what you want, nor what I want. This is about Hinata, and only Hinata. And as people who care about her, we should respect her wishes. Now you can do as I say and help our lovely girl out, or you can continue testing my patience. Your choice."

Mira's words had no trace of kindness to it. Her threat was not to be taken lightly. If she wanted to punish disobedience, she could, and Hinata dreaded the thought of what that might look like. Even while frozen, Charlotte's expression changed just barely, and the slight widening of her eyes showed signs of fear. Likewise, every other woman cowered, many of them stepping back and lowering their heads. Every bit of anger they had vanished in a second. All that's left was the oppressive weight of Mira's chakra.

"I'll take that as a yes." Mira muttered. She flicked her finger upward, and Charlotte was sent flying back. She tumbled on the ground, able to move her body again. The blonde woman gritted her teeth as she glared at Mira, but it was obvious that all the fight was taken out of her. She had no intention of making a scene again.

"Alright then," Mira began, and suddenly her tone had turned friendly again, as if nothing even happened. The heavy chakra also vanished as soon as it came. "Glad to see we're all on the same page. Now, I'll be handling Hinata's meals from now on, so you all can go back to your usual. However, for now I must forbid you from feeding or getting intimate with Hinata. In fact, it's best if you give her some space. She can't afford to be tempted while she's running against the clock. Understood?"

"Yes, Mira." The others said in unison. However, their voices were crestfallen, and had none of the chipper joy they usually had. They weren't at all happy with their new restrictions, but they didn't have the courage to disobey Mira again.

"Hinata, I suggest you take this time to go for a walk. Take the time to burn some calories until lunch is ready. Okay, sweetie?" Mira turned her head towards Hinata, with her usual gentle smile.

"O-okay." Hinata whispered. Unfortunately, she was still frightened over everything that had just transpired. Even if the beautiful, mature, black-haired woman was being friendly again, Hinata's image of Mira changed forever. Hinata didn't dislike Mira or anything, but she was definitely wary of her now. Hinata had never bothered to closely examine anyone's chakra levels because she trusted all of them. However, it was clear that Mira was much stronger than she had ever thought. Because everyone in the village only used ninjutsu to make life convenient, it lulled Hinata into the belief that they were harmless and wouldn't hurt a fly. But that false thought had forever shattered. There was no doubt about it anymore. Mira was strong. Very strong. Perhaps even, no, definitely stronger than Hinata herself. Hinata doubted that she would be able to beat Mira even if she were still skinny. Mira wouldn't harm her or anything like that, but Hinata still had only one thought in her head: Mira was not to be crossed.

The crowd soon broke up as the remaining tension lifted. Mira, seemingly satisfied, walked away without a word. Following her lead, the villagers also parted ways, each of them returning back to their regular activities. Staying true to Mira's order, they didn't make any moves towards Hinata, although most of them threw sorrowful gazes at the large girl. Looking into the crowd, Hinata saw Nell in the distance. Her green-haired girlfriend had stayed in the crowd through the whole confrontation, and she obediently left along with everyone else. However, as she walked away, Nell sent Hinata one final, sad look before turning around. For some reason, Hinata felt a strong swell of sorrow as she witnessed that.

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"Haaaa, haaaaa, haaaa" Hinata heaved as she slowly waddled through the village. It had been about ten minutes since then. Taking Mira's suggestion to heart, Hinata decided to go for a walk. She hadn't been doing it as much lately, preferring instead to just let herself be carried wherever she wanted to go. Walking was tough! Since her fat now reached past her knees, it was hard to do anything but waddle forward. Her speed was nothing to write home about, but she pressed on.

'I have to do this. I have to do this, or I won't lose weight!' Hinata thought inwardly, trying to encourage herself to keep this up. She had only waddled forward a few meters, but she was already getting tired of it. Her body was sweating, her muscles ached, and her belly was already demanding a post-workout meal. The only positive thing about her walk so far was that her skin was still sensitive, and the feeling of her fatty folds slapping and rubbing together provided some much needed tinges of sexual pleasure. Unfortunately, there wasn't much else to be happy about than that. Her demanding belly got worse as time went on. This morning's breakfast did not satisfy her at all, and it was starting to become painful. Hinata really wanted food. She wanted it bad. She did her best to push the images and flavors out of her mind, but she was not very successful. The fact that her diet was so sudden made it all the more painful. She couldn't ease into it, or enjoy the occasional cheat meal. This was it. This was all she could do from now on.

'Ugh, why did father have to come now of all times? It's not fair! Why does he always have to ruin everything for me?!' Hinata fumed at her father, focusing her anguish against him. Couldn't Hiashi just leave her alone for once? For once in her life, she had the chance to relax and enjoy life the way she wanted. But like always, her father had to ruin it. Just like he always does. Even when he's not around, he finds some way to torment her. Hinata desperately wished she could just go up to father's face and yell at him. Unleash all of her frustrations that he had put on her all her life. Blame him for the way he always ruined her self-esteem and made her feel like crap. But of course, Hinata had no courage to do that, which only served to frustrate her more. She knew deep down that she wouldn't be able to face her father with the confidence she wanted. One stern look from him, and Hinata knew she would crumble. It never failed, which of course served as a cause of anguish. All Hinata could do was snark about him from a safe distance, venting her anger while her massive, jiggling body wobbled in the wind.

That said, it was admittedly therapeutic to rant about her father. Even in private, she was always afraid to do so in the past because of how deeply ingrained her fear of him was. At least this time around Hinata had built enough courage, even if it was from afar. Another plus was that it helped take her mind away from her growing belly pain. Unfortunately, it didn't do much, but she had to take every bit of comfort she got, because there was very little of it anymore.

"Ugh, I *pant* need a break." Hinata wheezed as she slowed down, already feeling the burn of exhaustion. It wasn't necessarily the lack of energy that tired her as she seemed to have limitless chakra now, but rather her sheer laziness that took the willpower out of her. She just didn't feel like walking anymore. Though Hinata's experiences had changed her perspective a lot, it wasn't as if she had lost all her knowledge from before. Hinata knew how diet and exercise worked, and she knew that the mere fifteen minutes she spent waddling had barely an impact on her body, yet she was already sick of it. She desperately wanted some of the villagers to swoop on by and carry her like they always did, but of course that was out of the question. Her obese body had truly become a hindrance to her. Now that her goal was to lose weight, her massive form only served to make things inconvenient. She hadn't realized until now how difficult even the simplest things had become now that she no longer had her group of servants to obey her.

'Gah! What am I thinking?!' Hinata chastised herself for thinking of the villagers as servants. 'Why did I think of them like that? They aren't servants.' She didn't know why that thought came up. What had gotten into her all of the sudden?

However, Hinata had no time to contemplate the matter further, as she waddled upon a site that caught her attention and broke her train of thought.

"Eh?"

Hinata was distracted as the corner of her eye saw a strange, unknown object in the distance. She hadn't realized that she had wandered back to the town square area. When she did, she flinched a bit at first, but then quickly realized what caught her eye.

It was that statue again.

That massive, marble statue built in her honor. Hinata had actually forgotten about it as a result of all the stressful events she had gone through. Just as usual, the massive construct seemed to utterly dominate the area and call all attention to it. Understandable considering how incredibly tall and wide it was. It was bigger than your average house, and its brilliant craftsmanship was a sight to behold. Hinata felt her cheeks flush as she stared at the marble. She also forgot that the statue was modeled after her own body: a faithful rendition of her morbidly obese body, wearing nothing but thin wraps of flowers covering her breasts and part of her butt. She couldn't help but feel exposed, knowing that a naked version of herself was right there, open for all to see. Hinata dearly hoped that Mira and Kokona had some way of hiding it for when her father arrived. She didn't even want to imagine what his reaction would be from seeing that.

But as Hinata's eyes trailed down to the base of the statue, she witnessed something that really gave her pause.

It was the village women. Or at least, the vast majority of them. She couldn't see Mira and Lenn in the crowd, but Hinata could see Charlotte, Sayoko, and even Nell. Outside of the Fields sisters, the whole town population was there. But what shocked Hinata most of all was what they were doing.

Arranged in several straight lines in front of the statue, the village women were on their knees, bowing.

They were bowing before her statue.

They were bowing before her!

Hinata's mouth gaped wide open, unable to form speech. It was like something straight out of a religious group. The women all had their arms extended, and they repeatedly lowered their arms and torsos to the ground, over and over again. This couldn't have been a joke either. They weren't doing this because of anything Hinata wanted. Hinata never asked them to do anything like this. They were doing this by their own will. They were doing this because they wanted to. They were literally worshipping her.

Hinata could even see Nell from the distance. And Nell had a familiar expression on her face. It was the same licentious, obsessive expression Nell wore whenever she lost control of her lust. Hinata grew to love seeing that face, because she loved the way Nell always desired her in a way nobody else did. But now Hinata was seeing that face again, in a situation she never would have expected. This time, however, it did not excite Hinata the way it usually did. Instead, it severely unnerved her. In fact, the expressions of the others' faces weren't much different. They too carried half-lidded eyes, open mouths, and the subtle movements of their chests indicated shortness of breath. Every time one of those rose up after bowing, they would gaze longingly at the statue, their faces colored with so much desire that even the most inexperienced person could see.

"We exist for Hinata. We're her slaves!"

Charlotte's words echoed in Hinata's head, causing a cold chill to run down her spine. This was getting a little too extreme for her. Any notion that their submissive behavior was just an act had rapidly crumbled. If Hinata had seen this a few days ago while she was filled up with food, she might not have worried as much, but Hinata was on an empty stomach and a clearer head. Ever since receiving that letter, it was like Hinata was in a tug-of-war between two different personas. The first being the dutiful ninja persona that she nurtured all her life, and the second being the lustful, ravenous glutton that had awoken ever since arriving in this village. The gluttonous half of her grew with each day she spent being filled with food, eventually to the point that it almost completely consumed the other. But now with the cold splash of reality that was her father's upcoming arrival, her ninja persona had made its counterattack. As a result, everything that she had mostly looked over was now seen in a new light. It had never truly hit Hinata just how disturbing a lot of their behavior had become. This level of obsession wasn't normal at all. Hinata couldn't believe she dismissed it as much as she did.

Perhaps it was because of the confrontation the women had with Mira. The fanatical way the women demanded for themselves to feed her to the point of bursting, and the terrifying amount of power Mira had displayed when she repelled Charlotte. Even if Mira was on Hinata's side, that show of power frightened Hinata in a way nothing else did. Nobody, not even elite ninja, had the ability to just freeze a person in time like that. That kind of strength shouldn't be coming from a simple village lady. It disturbed her to the point that Hinata honestly didn't want to be around Mira anymore.

Hinata suddenly became very self-conscious of the amount of noise her belly was making. For reasons she couldn't articulate, Hinata suddenly didn't want herself to be noticed. Fortunately, everyone was entirely focused on bowing before her mighty statue, and neither Mira nor Lenn were anywhere to be found. Taking the opportunity to hide, Hinata turned and waddled away with as much strength as she could muster.

Luckily, none of the villagers seemed to notice her growling belly or the heavy thuds of her feet hitting the ground. Using her byakugan for a quick second, she scanned one of the nearby buildings to make sure it was empty. After confirming the absence of any people inside it, Hinata quickly strode towards it as much as her heavy body permitted. In a second stroke of luck, this building was modified to allow both the door and the walls around it to open up, creating enough room for Hinata to fit herself inside. Taking the opportunity, she did just that, and quickly closed it behind her.

"Phew" Hinata sighed, suddenly feeling much calmer. Hinata had the freedom to go anywhere she wanted, so she wasn't deterred from entering any house should the need arise. Hinata couldn't remember whose house she was in, but for the time being she didn't care. She just needed a moment alone to get away from everything. Now feeling much safer, Hinata slowly walked towards the nearest and sofa and plopped herself down onto it. She paid no mind to the loud snap as the sofa literally broke in half. The cushions were more than enough to soften her fall, and there was still enough room for her to lean back and relax. It was far from the first piece of furniture she ruined, but that too was a freedom she had.

However, Hinata did not have much time to relax as she noticed something else strange. The picture on the wall. It was oddly familiar. She focused her eyes a bit, then let out a gasp as she realized what it was.

It was a picture of her.

Hinata remembered the time that picture was taken. It was when she was doing modeling sessions a few days back. Hinata had worn an extremely revealing white string bikini that barely covered her nipples. She was posed on her knees, with her hands teasingly playing with her hair, an inviting smile on her chubby face, and her overwhelming belly fully in focus. The picture from that time was now neatly framed and placed on the wall.

That wasn't the only one either. Right next to it was another framed picture. In this one, Hinata was in the same outfit, but this time the picture was taken from the back. This meant that her massive butt was the focus of the picture, covered in nothing but a tiny white thong. It also showed Hinata looking behind her, showing a seductive smile that expressed pure confidence.

Frantically looking around, Hinata noticed more and more of herself in every part of the room. Lined along the wall were far more pictures, all of them from Hinata's many modeling sessions. Most were framed pictures, but there were also a few paintings as well, usually displaying Hinata in the middle of a feast or posing in some erotic fashion. In fact, even the lamps were modeled after her! She had just noticed that the lamp next to her was shaped just like her body, and there were also pots around the room that had her body engraved onto their design, and the bulbs of the ceiling light were shaped like her body, and even…

Hinata stopped, suddenly feeling extremely uncomfortable. She knew that these decorations had to have been placed just recently. She had been in many houses before, and all of them were perfectly normal, if rather fancy. This was the first time she had encountered a house that seemed to be forged as a shrine to her. Hinata had the strong guess that if she went to any other house, she would most likely see the same changes as this one. Truthfully, Hinata did recall being told that pictures of her would be placed inside the houses, but after seeing the villagers bow before her statue, Hinata felt less flattered and more weirded out. No longer feeling the need to rest, Hinata heaved herself up and went on the move again. It was surprisingly easier to move this time around, though unfortunately it was due to her rising adrenaline because of her growing anxiety. Hinata still did not want to go outside, so she instead opted to continue exploring the house. Perhaps the rest of the house wasn't as bad as the living room was.

She was quickly proven wrong. As she strode down the, thankfully wide, hallway, she saw what had to have been at least a dozen paintings on the walls. These paintings were expertly made, and focused on her. One of them showed Hinata from a side perspective, sitting on a massive chair with her mouth wide open, just about to eat the massive hamburger in her hands. Another painting had Hinata sitting down on a set of cushions, happily letting herself be fed all sorts of meals by the beautiful women surrounding her. A third painting showed Hinata in a moment of bliss, squirming in a state of half dress as her clothes were being removed by a group of lustful women who had their hands all over her belly, most likely a rendition of the times when Hinata openly seduced the women by parading outside in skimpy clothes. Other paintings were even more explicit. The next painting that Hinata noticed showed her from a top-down perspective. In this one, she was completely nude, and on her back. There were numerous women surrounding her, sucking and licking all over her body. Two women were at her breasts, lovingly licking her nipples, and one woman's head was deeply buried between Hinata's legs. But perhaps the most striking feature in this painting was how it depicted Hinata's expression. Her face expressed nothing but sheer, maddening pleasure. Her eyes were rolled up and even crossed-eyed a little, and mouth hung wide, showing her in the midst of what had to have been a loud, pleasure-filled scream. It was clear that she was in the midst of a mind-blowing orgasm. The detail of everything was incredible, from the folds of her fat, to her enormous size that took up most of the painting, to each bead of sweat on her skin, and even down to the soaked sheets under her. It would genuinely be considered a masterpiece if not for the explicit content.

Hinata gulped as she felt her private area heat up. She couldn't stop herself from staring at it.

Just seeing it made her very aware of the sexual tension built up inside her. It was strange seeing a rendition of herself in such a way, but Hinata knew that it was not inaccurate. She knew that she made plenty of faces like that in the past. The Hinata in the painting appeared as if her mind had broken, driven to insanity by pure pleasure. It honestly wasn't all that far from the truth. Whenever Hinata was pleasured like this, it really did feel as if she were being driven to madness. That's how incredible it felt. It wasn't a bad thing either. Far from it in fact. Hinata had reached the point where she wasn't happy unless she was brought to a maddening climax several times a day. Her sensitive skin ignited just from the smallest touch, and the explosive orgasms felt better each time. Whenever she ate food, she felt a warmth and satisfaction that exceeded anything else. Whenever she was pleasured, the raunchy sex caused a scorching bliss that drove her to peaks nothing else could achieve. That's why she gave in to it so easily. That's why it was so simple for her to turn into what she was now.

Hinata finally pulled her eyes away from that painting, but by doing so, her sight landed on another that was also intense. It was an image of Hinata from the back, slamming her bare butt down on an unknown woman's face. She was shown slamming with so much force that it actually caused cracks on the ground, and Hinata's legs were drawn pointing upward, meaning that this painting showed her literally jumping on and crushing this poor woman's head. Or at least it should have crushed her head, but looking closely, Hinata could see tiny pink hearts placed near the woman's head, most likely meant to indicate the victim was not only unharmed, but also enjoying it. Hinata rubbed her thighs together as she looked at it, fondly recalling the times she did that to several of the women, though obviously with not as much strength. She was also enamored by how she was drawn in the painting. Hinata didn't have many chances to see how she looked from behind. She didn't realize how massive she was when viewed from the rear. She had a half-dozen layers of back fat stacked on each other, and her fatty ass seemed to expand on forever. Turning away from it, Hinata saw yet another painting. This one instead had Hinata with her cheeks stuffed with so much food that it was practically a caricature. Of course, Hinata's face in the artwork displayed nothing but happiness. But even more extreme than that was the ridiculous size of her belly. Hinata's belly was several times bigger than she was, perhaps bigger than a house! No doubt this was made in the hopes that Hinata's belly would actually grow that big one day.

"Oooh," Hinata groaned as she felt her belly gurgle painfully. Seeing her belly drawn that big brought her hunger back to the surface. She clutched onto it with her hands, which now looked pitifully tiny compared to her belly. Hinata herself experienced a mixture of being creeped out by the obsession this person had towards her, growing arousal from seeing those paintings, and the overpowering desire to feed.

"I can't give in. I can't give in." Hinata repeated to herself in a mantra, desperately trying to push her desires down with little success.

"But… but…"

"I really wanna..." She whined out loud. She couldn't decide whether to finish her sentence with "eat" or "have sex". She just wanted to do both. This diet had barely lasted for a couple hours, and it already felt like torture.

Almost as if in response to her cry for help, Hinata heard the door open suddenly. Hinata let out an "eep!" as she hadn't expected someone to come in. She thought that everyone was still at her statue. Did they finish already?

"Hinata? Is that you? I heard a noise." It was Kimmy's voice.

Out of reflex, Hinata wanted to hide, but quickly realized the futility of such. She was in no position to hide anywhere with her size, and even if by some miracle she did, her raging belly was sure to give her away. Left with no other options, Hinata decided to respond.

"Y-yes, Kimmy. It's me."

"Really?! You're here?! Alright!" Kimmy's cheerful voice rang though the halls. It was considered a stroke of good luck if Hinata had ever visited anyone's house, which was one of the reasons Hinata had no issue with going inside any building she desired. Strangely enough, Kimmy did not dash right inside as Hinata had expected. Instead, she heard what sounded like excited whispering. If Hinata weren't already so tired of moving, she would have moved back to the living room to see what was up.

However, Hinata quickly her answer. After a few seconds, she saw Kimmy enter the other side of the hallway, but she wasn't alone.

"There she is!" It was Charlotte.

"Found you!" And Sayoko.

Several other voices joined in with mostly hushed voices. There were about eight people in total, and they all wore gleeful and mischievous faces as they rushed into the hallway.

"Close the door, don't let Mira see this." Charlotte ordered one of the girls, who quickly obeyed and shut the door.

"U-umm." Hinata stuttered, not sure what to say. She was both worried and excited. Worried because these girls were obviously going behind Mira's back. That scared Hinata the most as she did not want to see Mira get angry again. In addition, she had become more wary of the villagers in general after getting a deeper glimpse into their love for her. And lastly was the fact that Hinata knew whatever they were planning was most likely going to go against her diet plan.

But then again, that last reason was why she also felt excited.

"Oh my god, you poor thing!" Sayoko cried as she ran to Hinata's side. She wasted no time in placing one hand on Hinata's belly and gently rubbing, while placing the other on Hinata's cheek.

"You poor, poor, thing." Sayoko repeated as she nearly sobbed, as if she had just seen an abandoned puppy on the road. Following her lead, the others also ran towards Hinata, all of them placing their hands on her belly.

"God, just listen to her belly. She's starving!" Kimmy said with tears in her eyes.

"It's okay Hinata, just sit down. It's okay, baby. We won't let you get hurt anymore." Charlotte cooed and she pressed down on Hinata's shoulders.

"Ah, but, I-" Hinata protested, but instead let out a small moan. Their hands felt so good on her belly. She needed this. Her belly brought nothing but pain over the last hour, and she desperately needed their gentle touch. Moaning some more, she let herself be guided by their gestures, letting them push her to the floor on her bottom.

"There you go, relax. Relax." Charlotte whispered soothingly in Hinata's ear. It was working like a charm. Hinata's will crumbled quickly as her mind and body clung to anything that made her feel less pain. Leaning back against the wall, Hinata let out a few more moans as she let their comforting hands massage her belly.

"Yes, that's it. Let all the bad feelings go away. We'll make it all better." Sayoko whispered in her other ear. Hinata didn't stand a chance against their teamwork, and was quickly pacified by their efforts.

"Hmm, ooohhh, ooohhh," Hinata moaned over and over again, each time with less hesitation. Her voice brought smiles to the skinny women trapping her.

"See? See how much happier Hinata is when she's like this?" Charlotte quietly bragged.

"I know. I honestly don't know what that Mira is thinking." Sayoko agreed. Sending a loving gaze towards Hinata, she said, "You don't want to go on a diet, do you Hinata? You don't want to be all small and tiny. You want to eat lots and get really big, yes you do." She playfully poked Hinata's cheek as she spoke to her like she was a baby.

"Feels good, doesn't it, Hinata?" Kimmy asked as she, along with many others vigorously rubbed the large belly. "Don't worry, we'll get it filled up with food soon."

Because of Hinata's size, her shirt could only cover up her breasts, leaving her entire belly bare, thus making the touch of their hands all the stronger. Their words weren't lies either. Hinata was already feeling wonderful. Her needs still weren't satisfied, but their hands were more than welcome. Like dirt being washed from a surface, all her fears were slowly wiped away. The image of her father, the fear of Mira's wrath. All of it became dim and pushed to the back of her mind. Left in their place was nothing but warmth, love, and comfort.

"Oooohh," Hinata melted under their soothing touch, gradually submitting to them. However, there was still one thing missing. And she knew she was soon about to get it.

"She's so perfect." Sayoko swooned as she planted a wet kiss on the fat girl's cheek. Hinata was just adorable when she was nice and obedient.

"Yes, she is," nodded Charlotte, "And there's plenty more where that came from. Mira isn't going to stop us." She then pulled out a scroll that was attached to her hip. Hinata vaguely recognized it as a summoning scroll. As the blonde unrolled it, Hinata noticed some familiar, yet also slightly different markings on the scroll. The scroll was also smaller than most, and something told her it was probably more advanced as well. Forming a simply hand sign, Charlotte performed her jutsu, causing a puff of smoke to obscure the view for a few seconds.

Hinata moaned loudly as an incredible scent filled her nostrils. She didn't need to wait for the smoke to clear in order to find out what it was. She recognized the delicious, sweet scent of Charlotte's fluffy pancakes anywhere. Sure enough, the smoke dissipated to reveal a single large plate containing a tall stack of pancakes already soaked with whip cream, butter, and syrup.

"Whoa! Listen to that belly." Kimmy giggled as Hinata's belly created a huge wave of vibrations that rattled the paintings on the walls. The women all shared in the bout of giggles, pleased at Hinata's reaction. Hinata's eyes were glued to that stack of tasty goodness. Just seeing it caused her hunger to skyrocket more than it already did. Taking out a fork that was also summoned, Charlotte used it to pull off several large pieces, just enough to fill Hinata's mouth full.

"Open wide, sweetie. It's time for you to eat."

Hinata licked her lips, her body eager to feast. However, there was still a part of her that tried to offer up resistance.

"But… I need to… lose weight." Hinata protested, though she continued to stare at the fork without blinking.

"No you don't." Charlotte countered, undeterred. The blonde held on to her smile, knowing that Hinata would eventually give in.

"But, but I-"

"Ssssshhhhh," Sayoko gently whispered into Hinata's ear, while rubbing her belly.

"But…" Hinata kept trying to speak, but Sayoko shushed her every time. Soon, Hinata couldn't fight back any longer. Hinata felt her resistance crumble. She couldn't fight back anymore. She couldn't hold herself back anymore. The world itself faded away. All that was left, was the piece of food before her. Just by taking that bite, she could be in paradise again.

"Aaaaaaah," Hinata opened her mouth wide, holding her tongue out, ready to receive her meal. Smiling triumphantly, Charlotte moved her arm forward, placing the fork into Hinata's waiting mouth.

Feeling the touch of the warm pancake on her tongue, Hinata moaned happily as she closed her lips together.

And then… felt nothing?

"Hm?" Hinata's eyes widened in confusion. Her mouth was empty. She was just about ready to start chewing, but then the food she was expecting suddenly disappeared. What happened to the delicious food she was promised? What happened to the flavors she was expecting? Hinata looked at Charlotte for an explanation, and quickly realized what happened.

The food didn't disappear. Rather Charlotte had pulled the fork back at the last second. But more startling than that what the blonde's expression. Gone was her joyous smile. Instead she had grown pale, and a face filled with fear. Hinata would have asked what the problem was, but then she too realized, or rather, felt it.

A massive, horrible chill ran down Hinata's spine. It was not a natural chill either. It was not due to the temperature. It was chakra. An oppressive, heavy chakra filled with killing intent. Hinata instantly recognized who is was, and so did they.

"Shit! She's coming!" Sayoko whispered harshly, her face utterly terrified. All of the others showed faces of fear, like a rabbit that had just found itself cornered by a wolf.

"We gotta get out! Everyone get out! Hurry!" Kimmy nearly shrieked, trying to keep her voice down, but the terror in her shaking voice was obvious. Like frightened animals, the women all scrambled to their feet. The food instantly vanished in a puff of smoke as Charlotte rolled up the scroll as quickly as possible. The speed at which Charlotte moved showed that she didn't want to get on Mira's bad side again.

'Ah… but-' though Hinata was also frightened at the thought of seeing an angry Mira again, her mind was distraught by another much more important fact. She was so close to getting that warm, tasty, mouthful of food. She could still smell the aroma in the air, and it had been close enough to her tongue that she could practically taste it. Yet it was cruelly taken from her. Even if she was supposed to be on a strict diet, for that short period of time, she forgot all about it, and now she was thrust back into the harsh world of unsatisfied hunger.

The door slammed open as the women dashed outside at full speed, splitting up in different directions. They ran like their lives depended on it, and Hinata feared that that might be more accurate than she wanted to believe. Before leaving, Charlotte stopped to turn around to Hinata.

"We'll get another chance, Hinata! Don't worry, we won't let you suffer!" were her last words before she turned and fled the house in the others' wake.

"Ah, umm," Hinata was at a loss what to do. She didn't blame the others for bailing out like that, but it also left her helplessly alone, and extremely hungry. Her stomach roared out loudly that it almost sounded angry. The walls and paintings shook slightly from the mini-earthquake coming from her empty stomach. Hinata was too heavy, and too lazy to pick herself up, thus she could do nothing but lay there as her belly released its frustration. Hinata couldn't decide if it was a blessing or a curse when Charlotte promised that she would come back for a second try. On one hand, Hinata knew that Charlotte had every intention on ruining her diet and bringing her back to gluttony, and that would end up as a disaster for Hinata once her father and Naruto arrived. In addition, there was the threat of Mira's rage if she got caught. But then again, the thought of gorging herself again, the feeling of hundreds of pounds of food in her belly, the sensation of becoming fatter and more helpless…

Hinata let out a mixture of a sigh and a moan as she rubbed her grouchy belly, both in an attempt to calm it down and because her head filled with fantasies of devouring stacks of Charlotte's pancakes. She didn't get a chance to rub herself for very long, as she soon heard footsteps approach the door.

"Hinata? Are you there?" Mira's voice echoed through the house. The sharp killing intent had disappeared, and Mira's voice went back to a more approachable tone. Hinata didn't answer, though she didn't need to as her belly let out more than enough noise to give herself away.

"Ah, there you are!" Mira smiled as she followed the noise to the hallway, where Hinata sat, her face red in embarrassment.

"Oh dear, you must be stuck. Here, let me help you up." Mira sounded awfully casual as she made her way over to Hinata. The vulnerable overweight girl felt a little nervous, afraid that Mira would reveal that she knew about Charlotte's duplicity and become enraged. Because of this fear, Hinata showed hesitation when Mira reached her hand down to pull Hinata up. But doing nothing would just make it worse, so Hinata grabbed Mira's hand and let herself be lifted up, again with the strange amount of strength the older woman always seemed to have.

"Hm, something wrong?" Mira asked, noticing Hinata's expression. Hinata's heart skipped a beat as she felt a sudden swell of panic.

"N-n-n-nothing, Mira. I was just, umm, visiting here, and… I fell…" Technically Hinata did nothing out of the ordinary, as it was common for her to explore around the village, and sometimes she found herself stuck somewhere, but because of her anxiety, her words felt incredibly fake. She was certain that Mira would get suspicious and start to probe deeper.

But instead, "Haha, it happened again, huh? Well it's a good thing it never takes us long to find you. Come, let's get you out of here."

'Mira doesn't know?' Hinata felt both bewildered and relieved at hearing Mira's lack of anger or suspicion. She kept expecting the explosion of rage, but it never came. Instead Mira showed nothing but the same gentleness she always had around Hinata. Hinata was tempted to ask questions, but didn't want to ruin what turned out to be a very lucky break, so she kept quiet and waddled behind Mira, letting herself be led outside the house, her belly still growling all the while.

Giggling, Mira turned to Hinata, "That belly of yours sure sounds hungry. I know it's hard, but please try to bear with it a little while. It'll be lunch soon. Take care!"

"Ah, w-wait." Hinata stuttered as Mira suddenly turned and left, leaving the obese girl behind. This type of behavior was unusual for Mira. Normally she spent far more time talking to Hinata, or pampering her in some way. For her to just speak a few words before leaving right away was something that never happened before. But Mira didn't seem to hear Hinata, as the black-haired woman continued to walk ahead, leaving Hinata all by herself, left to stew in her own thoughts.

"Now what?" Was all Hinata could ask.

…

…

…

Unfortunately, things weren't getting much better for Hinata. After being unceremoniously left by herself again, there wasn't much else she could do but idly walk around again. However, her increasing hunger was becoming more and more unbearable. Her mind constantly replayed the moment when she was so close to taking those hot pancakes into her mouth, while also scolding herself for doing so when she was supposed to be on a diet. However, her body's desire for food had grown much worse. A burning heat built up within her, but this warmth did not feel pleasant like it did when she ate. This heat was extreme, stifling, and uncomfortable. Beads of sweat appeared all over her skin, causing her shirt to become wet, and annoyingly sticky. Her belly's non-stop growling grew stronger by the minute, and the severe vibrations were turning both annoying and painful.

Hinata promised herself that she would never look down on another dieting fat person again. She now understood completely why it was so hard for people to lose weight. Not having food was easily one of, if not the worst sensation she had ever felt in her entire life. Her empty stomach ached with pain, her body tingled with pins and needles out of sheer need, her temples pounded with soreness due to her increasingly painful headache, and her mouth always felt like it was missing something. The feeling of not having food in her mouth made her feel strangely hollow, like she had lost an integral part of herself. How foolish she was to take food for granted for all her life. Food was the greatest invention the gods above ever created. There was nothing in the world better than the wonderful taste of a juicy steak, or the satisfying crunch of fresh salad, or the comfortable fullness of a well-fed stomach.

Hinata desperately tried to think of something else to take her mind off her demanding belly. However, she realized that she didn't have very options. She first tried to focus on ninja-related topics, but whenever the thought came up, she'd immediately think of her father's angry visage, which was a thought almost as nightmarish than her hunger. She then tried to focus on her teammates and friends, but that too didn't work out. While Hinata cared for Kiba, Shino, Kurenai, and the rest of her friends, the truth was she was never THAT close to them. As much as she hated to admit, Hinata felt more of a connection with the villagers here than she did with the people in Konoha. Nobody in Konoha ever gave her the love and acceptance she received here.

Not even thinking about Naruto helped, which was probably the most shocking thing. Normally, Naruto was her ultimate "Cheer myself up" trump card. Thinking about her crush never failed to make her feel better about herself. But now, that didn't happen. There was still a bit of warm fuzziness, but not nearly as much as it normally did.

'Just how much have I changed?' Hinata thought to herself as she pathetically waddled forward. She never really stopped to consider it, but her interests have warped since coming here. Things that used to interest her no longer did, and anything that she did like was almost always related to eating.

Realizing that reminiscing on her old life wasn't going to help, Hinata decided to focus on here and now, even if doing so was likely to backfire. Sure, she still loved Bountiful Fields and the people here, but this place was the epitome of temptation. But if she didn't focus on something, then the hunger would drive her mad.

While her massively bouncy flesh rippled like raging waves, Hinata spotted one house that had a large bench next to one of its walls. The moment she spotted it, the girl felt a wave a relief. Beds and chairs were like a godsend now. While feeling her layers of flesh slapping together felt nice, walking for any extended period of time felt tiring, though more out of laziness than anything. With her mind clinging to the thought of taking a break, Hinata bounced her way to the bench as quick as she could.

"Finally," Hinata panted as she made her way to that glorious wooden seat. It probably wouldn't feel the most comfortable, but it was better than nothing. Turning around, she began to lower herself onto the seat, causing her shirt to ride up and pants to slightly slip down, revealing layers of sweaty back fat and a good amount of her butt crack. A severe creaking sound accompanied her body making contact with the seat. The bench was not happy about the size of its customer. The wood was surprisingly sturdy, and didn't snap in two, though just barely. The part Hinata sat on bent severely and ripped apart. And while the middle part that Hinata sat on bent downward, the sides of the bench that Hinata's body didn't reach began to rise upward, making the bench nearly close up around Hinata like buns around a pale, fat, burger patty.

"Ahhhh," Hinata sighed happily as she got a chance to rest again. The feeling of the heavy tension leaving her body greatly outweighed any concern she had for the poor bench. However, she did not have too much time to rest, as the pleasant feelings would only last a few seconds before her raging hunger would come back and overpower it.

Instead, Hinata decided to use this chance to do a bit of spying. Thankfully, she was still alone, and chances are nobody would suspect anything from her current position.

"Byakugan!"

Hinata activated her bloodline limit, expanding her range of sight a hundredfold. This was one moment she was thankful for being born a Hyuuga. The byakugan was purely a technique that affected the eyes, so it was actually very handy for someone who didn't want to physically exert themselves. All it did was consume chakra, which Hinata had plenty of nowadays. This meant she had the opportunity to gather information without rousing suspicion, which was one of the byakugan's main advantages.

Normally Hinata would never use this technique to spy on others unless it was for a mission, but these were very unique circumstances. The villagers here gave Hinata absolute freedom, and Hinata herself was curious to know more. Hinata didn't want to suspect the women here of doing anything wrong. But she couldn't deny there was a nagging feeling in the back of her mind. A feeling that maybe this whole thing about being worshipped was just an act, or that maybe there was something darker going on. Hinata didn't want to believe that, but it couldn't hurt to double-check, right?

With the matter decided, Hinata used her enhanced eyes to observe the entire village. Bountiful Fields wasn't too large, so it was easy to be able to see every house. Hinata started to check every house, one by one. She spotted many of the houses being occupied, but most of what she saw wasn't too out of the ordinary. The first few homes she checked had their owners doing typical activities: cleaning, cooking, and sleeping. While the women themselves seemed normal, what was inside their homes was anything but. It turned out that the house she last visited wasn't out of the ordinary. More and more homes were filled what could only be described as… Hinata memorabilia.

In one house, Hinata spotted Iris peacefully reading a book, but the mug she was drinking from had an image of Hinata printed on it, and the walls were also lined with pictures and paintings of Hinata in all sorts of positions. In another home, Kokona was rearranging her belongings, and within her drawers were figurines, posters, and even keychains, all made in Hinata's image. A similar pattern occurred for the next dozen houses she spied on. It was amazing how many things were made of her. She saw everything from clothes, to toys, and even a few electronic gadgets. Hinata literally had her own merchandise line.

"How did I miss all this?" Hinata said aloud in astonishment. How the women here managed to create all of this eluded her. As far as she could remember, none of this stuff existed until just today, yet all of her "merchandise" was in every single home as if they had all been there for months. Hinata wracked her memory to think back through the weeks. Thinking back, she was positive that she never saw any of this from the past few weeks she has been here. In fact, she even remembered going through a few homes just yesterday and never seeing any of it. The only explanation was that all of this was set up last night while Hinata was getting… ravished by a dozen women.

Hinata was once again hit by the bizarre nature of it all. This was just too weird. It didn't even feel real. This was all way too elaborate to be a prank. But just like with that statue, Hinata couldn't help but feel a slight twinge of excitement from it. A small part of her that felt powerful from it.

Pushing that thought back out of shame, Hinata resumed searching each house, though now she wasn't entirely sure why at this point. She just needed something to distract her from the hunger. Unfortunately, her eyes landed on just the wrong spot.

It was Nell's room. One thing that immediately jumped out to her was that there were now a couple paintings of herself on the walls, though not nearly as many. There were also a few boxes in the room, which Hinata could see through thanks to her eyes, and inside she saw many more paintings, posters, and figures. At the very least, this was confirmation that this indeed was something that happened just recently. However, that wasn't the only thing that caught her attention.

What she saw was Nell herself, wearing only her shirt that strained to contain her enormous bosom. Nell laid on the bed, one of her hands moving furiously between her legs, and the other hand holding something large up to her face. That large 'something' was big and lavender-colored, and its size was larger than Nell's entire head. It was one of Hinata's used underwear.

"Eep!" Hinata instantly turned bright red as she realized what she had just stumbled into. She caught Nell in the middle of what was clearly a raging masturbation session. She could see Nell's hand rapidly pleasuring herself between her supple, pale thighs. And Hinata's massive underwear was wrapped around Nell's head, with Nell sniffing it deeply. For some reason, Hinata couldn't take her eyes off that underwear. It was so massive, stretching out several feet wide. She had never realized how big her clothes had become. No wonder Nell was obsessed with it. Anybody would go crazy if they got their hands on a fat girl's underwear like hers. It almost made Hinata want to go to her lonely girlfriend, and smother Nell's face with her gigantic ass, sitting on her and forcing Nell's head deeply into her-

"W-w-what am I thinking?" Hinata yelped as she realized where her thoughts were going. Once again, the "ninja" persona was back in charge, and filling her with shame over what she had just imagined. Truthfully speaking, such perverted thoughts were nothing new ever since she gained weight, but it wasn't until now that it truly hit her just how strange it was of her to think like this. Just what on earth has this place done to her?

'I-I should look somewhere else!' The embarrassed girl quickly averted her eyes away, feeling both shame and guilt at herself. Maybe Nell wouldn't have minded, but it was still rude of her to spy on somebody in the middle of something so private. Feeling that she had invaded other people's personal space enough, Hinata was ready to deactivate her byakugan, that is until she saw something else.

"Huh?"

It was a different house this time, Lenn's house. Like with every other house, it too had plenty of Hinata-related objects in it, but inside of it she saw Mira and Lenn chatting with each other at a table. Because of her training, Hinata was skilled at reading people's body language while using the byakugan. It was necessary to learn for the sake of information gathering. And the way the sisters were positioned at the table caught Hinata's eye. There was something about their posture that seemed tense, as if they were discussion something important. While it was rude to do so, Hinata found the temptation too great to resist. Focusing her eyes, she zoomed in on the sisters as they talked.

Watching them speak, Hinata felt a chill. Their expressions were strange, and somewhat off-putting. Mira had a constant smirk on her face, and her face showed nothing but pure satisfaction. Lenn was even stranger. The older Fields sister wore a dreamy expression, as if she was not all there. Her smile seemed hollow, and her eyes appeared to be unfocused. What was weirder was the fact that the rest of Lenn's body language was completely normal. Hinata couldn't even begin to understand what it all meant. The main problem however was that Hinata had no idea what they were talking about. At least, not yet. Hinata thanked her father for making sure to train her in reading lips. It was a technique she didn't have much experience in, but some was better than none.

"Sorry Mira, Lenn." Hinata apologized to herself as she squinted her eyes, focusing on their mouth movements. She had to know. She had to know what they were discussing. Maybe it was nothing noteworthy. Maybe it was something big. Whatever it was, all Hinata knew was that the small suspicion gnawing at her head wouldn't go away until she knew.

However, in what had to be sheer bad luck, they suddenly stopped talking. The obese girl let out a slight groan of annoyance that they stopped talking the moment she tried to read their lips, but she wasn't ready to give up just yet. Hinata was willing to wait however long it took until they started again. Hinata kept her gaze on Mira, waiting for her to open her mouth. Ten seconds later, Mira mouth moved. But it wasn't to talk. But rather, to smile.

A big smile in fact. A wide grin from ear to ear, to the point that it almost came off as menacing. What was she smiling about? Did Lenn say something funny? But Lenn wasn't talking, nor did her hollow expression change. Hinata kept waiting. But instead of talking, Mira simply turned her head slowly.

She turned her head, still smiling.

And looked directly at Hinata.

"AAGHH!" Hinata screamed as she instantly shut off her byakugan. She instinctively pulled back, and would have fell if not for the fact that she had been sitting against a wall.

'Sh-she saw me!' Terror gripped Hinata. Mira saw her. Mira saw her! The very moment Mira looked in her direction, Hinata felt her blood run cold. They definitely made eye contact. There was no way that was a coincidence. Mira would have been looking at the wall otherwise. How?! How did Mira know she was being watched? Hinata was hundreds of feet away. How did she somehow realize that she was being spied on, and also able to pinpoint Hinata's precise location? Not even elite ninja had the capability of detecting the byakugan. Who in the hell is Mira? What is she?

Feeling vulnerable over being discovered, Hinata did her best to stand back up. She didn't want to be in this spot anymore. She had to go. Where, she did not know. But for the first time in weeks, Hinata felt trapped. She couldn't leave the village since she was helpless in her current state. Yet if she stayed, she'd end up surrounded by women who were dying to shove food down her gullet and ruin her diet. And now Mira had done something that made Hinata more terrified of her than ever before. There was something wrong with this place. Well, she always knew that, but at least before Hinata thought that Bountiful Fields was at the very least harmless. But now, that nagging suspicion grew into outright fear. Overly obsessive women, a leader with absurdly powerful ninjutsu, and a bizarre culture that seemed to be revolving around Hinata herself. If Hinata wanted to leave, would they even allow her to? Did she just find herself trapped in a cult?

Questions swirled inside Hinata's head, but within her raging thoughts, there was only one thing that she was certain of now. Bountiful Fields was no longer her paradise.

Things only got worse for Hinata as the next hour passed. While the initial fear over what happened with Mira distracted her for a while, it didn't take long for her hunger to occupy her thoughts again. Her belly was starting to become really painful now. It was like tiny knives poking from the inside, and getting worse by the minute. Her body heat also increased, making her sweatier and causing her clothes to itch. Hinata didn't know what to do. It was like she was being pulled in several different directions. Her growing fear over Bountiful Fields made her want to run, but she knew that there was nothing she could do outside of it. Hinata was in no condition to take care of herself anymore. Every so often, a part of her demanded that she leave anyway, because this place might be genuinely dangerous, but then she'd remember her family, which caused all will to do so vanish from her head. Then of course, there were the needs of her body going crazy, wanting nothing more than to stuff her face again.

It was no exaggeration either. She really wanted to eat again. And not a pitiful single plate's worth of food either. No, she wanted a literal ton of food to be shoved into her mouth. She licked her lips as she imagined the women holding her down and shoving hundreds, no, thousands of delicious burgers into her mouth, making her belly inflate like a balloon. Normal portions just didn't do it for her anymore. In fact, it was hard, almost impossible, to imagine going back to such meager amounts again. Was this a side-effect of the food she ate? It wouldn't surprise Hinata if that turned out to be the case, but even so, something about eating this much just felt right. Though her more rational side knew better, the feeling of gorging on excessive amounts of food felt more natural than the what was usually considered normal.

But of course, she couldn't eat that much again. No matter how much she wanted to. She had to lose weight before her father arrived. That was the only solution that would end things without becoming a disaster. She couldn't run, not in this state. And she didn't want to do anything that might anger Mira. Thus, the only solution Hinata had was to lose all her weight and go back to her plain, skinny, uglier self.

"Ooooh," Hinata groaned in pain as she laid on the bed. Some time had passed, and Hinata decided to give up on the exercise. It was just too much walking for her to be comfortable with. She used her byakugan to scan for any empty houses, and went inside the nearest one. The moment she went in, she went straight for the bedroom and sat on the bed, which then broke under her massive weight. While Hinata's legs and feet felt a little better now that they had some rest, the pain in her belly only became worse. The pain was constant, and didn't let up for even a second. Hinata feebly rubbed her stomach, but it did little to ease it. She desperately wished Lenn was here right now to give her a belly rub, but something told her Lenn was not going to be helping her anytime soon. She still remembered that strange, almost empty expression on Lenn's face when Hinata spied on them earlier. She didn't understand why the older woman was like that, but all she knew was that it gave her a bad feeling.

The only comfort was the fact that it was almost lunch time. Sooner or later somebody would find her and give her some food. It was typical in Bountiful Fields for the women to seek Hinata out to feed her whenever she was wandering around. It never took them long to find her, since it usually meant following the sounds of her belly, and right now Hinata's belly was louder than it had ever been. At this point, the girl was fine with even Mira showing up. Hinata may have become scared of her, but the pain from her hunger was greater still. Her mind had no other priorities than getting her next meal. She just wanted to eat.

Hinata whispered a thank you to the gods as she heard the door open. However, she could tell just by the way the door was opened that it wasn't Mira. The door was opened very gently, which wasn't the usual way how Mira entered the house. The only person here that acted in such a way was…

"Nell?" Hinata called out as she raised her head, though all she could see was her giant belly and breasts.

"H-hello," Nell's meek, gentle voice responded, confirming Hinata's guess. "I'm here to bring you your lunch."

Hinata sighed in relief. She was glad that it was Nell who showed up, and the fact that she could finally eat again made it all the better. Even if it wasn't much, she needed something in her belly. Planting her hands firmly on the bed, Hinata used all her might to push herself up. It wasn't easy, but with effort, she was able to at least bring herself to a sitting position. As she straightened her back, Hinata and Nell shared a smile as the green-haired girl entered the room with a rolling table covered with table cloth. On top of the rolling table was a single bowl of ramen. The bowl's size was normal, just enough for a person with a natural appetite, but Hinata's mouth watered the moment she saw it. Any amount of food, no matter how small, was like a gift from heaven.

Perhaps even better was what Nell did next. Not wasting any time, Nell immediately grabbed the bowl of ramen and climbed onto bed, holding right to Hinata's face. She didn't tease or taunt Hinata in any way. Nell understood the plight Hinata was in and gave her precisely what she wanted. Holding a pair of chopsticks, she grabbed a large clump of noodles and held it up to her fat companion's lips. Hinata did not hesitate for even a moment. Like a starving whale, her mouth opened wide and took in everything, the noodles, the chopsticks, and even Nell's hand.

'Mmm, food. Food!' Hinata thought in a maddening lust, not thinking of anything other than the wonderful salty taste of ramen. She at least had the foresight the bite down gently to prevent harm to Nell, but she sucked on Nell's dainty fingers with so much force that Nell struggled to pull it out.

"Ah! H-Hinata," Nell giggled slightly from Hinata's lips and tongue going to town on both the ramen and her hand. Her face went red as she saw Hinata's expression. Hinata's eyes were cross-eyed, and her cheeks caved in as she sucked like her life depended on it. Nell felt a tingle between her legs as she watched. Nell loved Hinata's gluttony, yet she had never seen her this ravenous before. She must have been starved beyond belief. The small girl pulled harder and was able to free her hand after a bit of an effort.

"Hmmm, HMMMM!" Hinata moaned loudly as she chewed the noodles and swished the broth in her mouth. It was even more delicious than usual, no doubt a result of her unending hunger. It was just like before when she almost ate Charlotte's pancake. All thoughts of her diet vanished, and her overwhelming desire to feast consumed her mind and soul. She chewed and soaked her tongue in broth, bathing her taste buds with pure flavor.

In no time at all, the noodles were fully ground up, and the broth's flavor was fully absorbed. With a massive gulp, Hinata swallowed the large mouthful, letting out a loud, desperate gasp afterward.

"Ahhh, more, more!" Hinata deliriously shook her body as she locked her eyes on the half-empty bowl. That first bite set her off. She couldn't concentrate on anything other than getting the rest of that ramen inside of her.

"O-okay!" Nell flinched at her demands, and obeyed. This time, Nell didn't even bother with finesse, and instead literally poured the entire bowl into Hinata's mouth.

'Yes! YES!' Hinata inwardly screamed in delight as a waterfall of ramen invaded her mouth. Hinata stretched her lips unnaturally wide, taking even drop in with no effort. Her body was like a machine whose purpose was only to feed. Her cheeks expanded outward several inches to make room, yet the obese girl showed no discomfort, only pleasure. She tightly shut her lips, and chewed like a maniac. Nell gasped and rubbed her legs together as her fat girlfriend let out animalistic grunts and savage moans.

Hinata let out perhaps her loudest and most guttural swallow yet once she finished chewing. Her throat bulged out extremely far as the remaining ramen was forced down into her belly. Nell could have sworn she heard the thud of the ramen hitting the bottom of Hinata's stomach. Hinata then exhaled her breath in a moan that was a mixture of sheer pleasure and hunger.

"More! More!" Hinata demanded as her belly growled louder. The ramen was wonderful, and just what she needed, but it was not enough. Not even close to enough. She furiously rubbed her own belly, obeying the desires of her own body, unable to resist what she truly wanted.

"Uh… I don't… have any more…" Nell whispered sheepishly, put in an awkward position. As much as Nell enjoyed the sight, it also left her in a predicament. She had forgotten how little ramen she actually had. Normally the bowls she used were much bigger, but this time around she had to use a smaller one to adhere to Hinata's new diet plan.

Hinata wasn't happy with her answer. "NOOOOOooooooo! More! Please more!" she whined loudly, though it was mostly drowned out by her roaring belly.

"B-but Hinata, your diet-"

"MORE! MORE FOOD! I CAN'T STOP IT! MY BELLY, IT HURTS! IT HURTS!" Hinata's voice raised to a peak as she fell down on her back again. The heavy girl thrashed around in bed, clutching her mass of flesh in pain. It was no joke, her belly truly hurt. She couldn't focus on her diet anymore. Not even the fear of her family mattered anymore. She couldn't take it anymore. Her will was broken. Barely half a day in, and she was done. She was so outrageously hungry, so utterly in pain. Hinata never imagined that being without food would make her suffer this much. It was without a doubt the worst feeling she had ever experienced.

"MORE! MORE! MORE! HUNGRY! FOOD! HUNGRY! MORE!"

Nell shivered in fear and confusion as she watched Hinata thrash in anguish. The decorations and walls of the room shook due to Hinata's massive body and rumbling belly.

"Umm… uh… I'll… I'll get some help!" Nell squealed as she suddenly took turn and ran. Hinata didn't hear her. Hinata couldn't even think about Nell at the moment. Her brain went haywire, and her thoughts became scrambled. She acted entirely on instinct.

"HUNGRY! HUNGRY! FOOD! MORE!"

Hinata's body temperature skyrocketed as she bounced around in bed, rivers of sweat pouring down her many layers of skin and soaking the bed.

"FEED ME! FOOD! MORE!"

Hinata's vision went blurry and out of focus. She could barely see anything anymore.

"FEED ME! FOOOOOHHHHHDD! OOOOOOOH!"

Hinata's thoughts filled with fantasies of food and the memories of the flavors she had tasted. She had forgotten where she even was. All thoughts of anything but food disappeared.

"FUUD! MORRR! MOR FUUUD! GUUUUUOOOOOGGGHHH!"

Hinata's hands squeezed and stretched the layers of her belly, trying in a fruitless effort to contain it. Her legs kicked in the air and against the bed, and she twisted her hips and torso left and right. Her speech faded away, unable to properly form words.

"OOOOUUUUUUUUGHH! FOOOOOOOOHHHHH! OOOOOOOOOOOOHHH!"

Hinata lost all sense of time. She didn't know how many minutes, or perhaps hours, had passed. Pain and hunger were her only companions. She wasn't even speaking anymore, and instead just made noises. Nobody came to her rescue, and she had no mental capacity to even think about it. Her humanity was gone. She was just a creature of hunger and gluttony. And the obese animal could do nothing but scream and throw its hunger-induced tantrum. Bouncing. Screaming. Kicking. Groaning. It acted on impulse, without rhyme or reason. It continued on for untold amounts of time, pouring every ounce of energy on its helpless rampage.

Eventually, the animal could no longer handle its unsatisfied desires, and it passed out.