Hinata slowly opened her eyes, but right away she noticed something was wrong. Last Hinata remembered, she had been gorging on hundreds of cinnamon rolls, letting herself fall into the abyss of sugary sweetness. Her belly had grown so full that she felt that she might explode, but that thought did nothing to deter her from devouring cinnamon rolls non-stop for hours. Hinata became consumed by the increasing pleasure of her immobile body, the taste of her dessert, and the sensual massages and kisses of the many women who fully submitted to her. Hinata didn't remember when she finished, or when she passed out. All she recalled was that the constant, never-ending blissful sensation of her bloated body felt mind-numbingly amazing, and it most likely lulled her to sleep after such a hearty meal. Hinata slipped into the most comfortable sleep in her life, or at least it would have had she not suddenly woken up.
But Hinata knew that it wasn't natural. It didn't feel right. There was no way she could suddenly wake up from such a soothing slumber. Her eyelids rose, but it did not feel like it was truly of her own will. It was like something lifted them up, forcing Hinata back to the real world. But even now, Hinata could not feel a genuine sense of alarm. The constant pleasure from her immobile, obese, fatty, enormous body kept her in a perpetual state of relaxation. However, that did not change the fact that something was definitely off, and that curiosity was enough for Hinata to mentally bring herself back to reality.
The first thing Hinata saw was her own body. The hours of rapid digestion made her bigger than ever before. Her current fatty state forced her on a sitting position, and her sea of adipose flowed several feet outward in every direction. Her entire body was more than large enough to cover and completely smother multiple king-sized beds. Her massive, gigantic, gurgling belly was a mammoth all on its own. It spread out on the ground, yet still stood tall enough to exceed the height of a grown man. It consisted of rolls, layers, and a constant, fierce need to feed at all times, burbling and growling even now. On top of Hinata's belly were a pair of enormous breasts, each having grown to the point that one would need a wheelbarrow just to carry one, and had a size that put even large pumpkins to shame. Her pink nipples remained as perky and cute as before, and have only grown more sensitive over to days, to the point that even the gentle kiss of evening air made Hinata slightly hiss in pleasure. Hinata's waist burst outward, creating multiple layers of excess flesh stacked on one another, pushing her arms up. Her arms rested uselessly on her sides, having expanded to the point that her hands became little more than small nubs surrounded by a thick tube of skin. The same held true for her feet, which also became tiny tips sticking out from her absurdly bloated legs. They couldn't even reach the ground anymore, and instead were forcefully lifted upward by her fat. Her thighs and butt in particular experienced massive growth spurts. The only reason Hinata could still see in front of her was because her butt lifted her body high enough. Hinata had become the living definition of gluttony. The giant girl, even just by sitting, exceeded the height of an average person, and the extremities of her body had all become testaments to her appetite. And her round, chubby face with multiple chins were ready to receive another ton of food at any time.
But Hinata did not have time to observe herself further, as she saw the sleeping bodies of her 'servants' both on top and against her body. When they all fell asleep, Hinata did not know, but they all rested within the warm, comforting layers of Hinata's fat. Lenn and Charlotte slept on the top layer of Hinata's belly while using another layer as a blanket. Nell gently snoozed between Hinata's breasts, leaving just her head sticking out from her cleavage. And though Hinata could not see them, she felt what seemed to be dozens of bodies all stuck inside of her flesh in some manner. Most slept between her belly layers, others under her arms, and a few even between her butt cheeks. It was a bizarre sight indeed, but Hinata was more than used to strangeness at this point, and truthfully, she found the sensation of their bodies oddly pleasant.
However, that was where the positives ended. Because as Hinata looked more closely, she noticed one thing that threw her off. Though the women were sleeping, their bodies were rather still. Their bodies had the warmth of life, but they seemed to be frozen in place, almost as if they were statues. Their frozen states were somewhat familiar to Hinata. Almost like the time when...
"AH!"
Hinata suddenly snapped out of her mental haze. That's right, she remembered. She remembered from yesterday when Charlotte charged at Mira in a fury. And then when Mira pointed her finger at Charlotte, she stopped completely, as if frozen in time. And right now, all of the villagers were in that exact same state. But if that were the case. Did that mean...?
Feeling a renewed sense of alarm, Hinata darted her head around as much as her obese body allowed. She regretted doing so, because what she saw around her made her once happy mood suddenly drop like a rock.
It was like a scene from hell. The sky was blood red. The clouds were black. And everything, everything had completely frozen in time. The leaves of the trees, the blades of grass, even the small insects in the air. Everything had stopped entirely. The redness of the sky was the only thing that seemed to illuminate the area, but not much. From her position, Hinata was faced directly towards the village gates, which had mysteriously opened. By beyond the gate was pure darkness. Hinata could not see anything past it, but she knew on a purely instinctual level that something dreadful was within that choking blackness.
All the elation that Hinata felt from her immobility vanished instantly. She immediately wished she could move again. She wanted to run and hide, but she couldn't even move herself an inch forward, let alone run, or even walk.
"S-s-s-someone... p-p-please... help..." Hinata stuttered, barely able to speak due to her teeth chattering. She meekly turned her eyes to the woman on her body, desperately hoping that they would wake up. In that moment, Hinata wanted nothing more than for one of the villagers to open their eyes, take Hinata far away, and promise that everything would be okay. But there was no refuge, no hope, no escape.
Hinata's fear spiked even further when she finally heard a noise. The subtle patting of a person walking slowly. Hinata didn't need to be able to see to know where it was coming from, and where it was heading. Her eyes darted towards the village gate, glued to the blackness that laid beyond. Hinata's heart pounded, and she tasted fear.
Moments later, Hinata saw a shape emerge from the endless dark. A single, lone figure in the distance. It was no monster, but a person. However, the sheer aura of death that emanated from it made it more unsettling than any monster. Despite the distance between Hinata and the unknown figure, its footsteps were heard loud and clear by Hinata's ears. It was all she could hear, and it occupied every refuge of Hinata's mind. Hinata felt power from it. Immense, ultimate power. Power greater than anything she had ever felt in her entire life. Power great enough to snap Hinata body, mind, and soul in half like a twig, and consume the remains until there was nothing left. However, it was a power that was familiar to her. A power that she knew about from before, though never to this extent. She knew what, or who, was approaching.
Mira.
However, it was Mira in a state that Hinata had never seen her in. Terrifying, monstrous chakra surrounded her, pitch black in color with small streaks of red lightning. It was as if the darkness itself clung to her. She wore an equally dark body suit that clung to her body like a second skin, along with blood-red armor that covered her arms, legs, and part of her torso. She had a belt that contained scrolls, throwing weapons, and a sheathed blade at her hip. She was dressed for war.
Hinata's breath froze as she stared at the approaching woman. As Mira got closer, Hinata saw the older woman's pale skin that almost glowed within the reddish hellscape, and her long flowing black hair. Mira's sharp facial features were more intimidating that ever, and her black eyes were like endless voids that could absorb a person's soul and never let them escape. Mira was smiling, but her smile had no gentleness in it. It was confident, sinister. She was both beautiful and terrifying. Angelic yet almost demonic.
Hinata's heart pounded. She didn't understand whether she was in danger or not. She did not know what her ultimate fate was. All she knew is that the façade between them had finally lifted. The game was over. The secret, unspoken battle between them had come to a close. Mira was no longer the innocent village leader with a penchant for cooking, and Hinata was no longer the unsuspecting girl who lived there as a simple guest.
"..."
Mira came to a stop right in front of Hinata. Though Hinata was larger than Mira, she had never felt smaller in that moment. There was nothing she could do to resist. Whatever Mira wanted to do to her, Hinata was powerless to stop. All Hinata could do was sit there, wait, and pray. Mira gave Hinata a quick moment of eye-contact. Mira smirked at her before lowering her gaze down to Hinata's belly. The woman slowly placed her hand on Hinata's soft skin, making the girl flinch as if stabbed by a knife. However, Mira made no sudden moves or attacks. Instead, she simply rubbed her hand along Hinata's belly, seemingly admiring her efforts at changing the teen forever. Hinata did not speak, far too timid to be the first to break the silence. A tiny bit of relief took root in Hinata's thoughts as she hopefully wasn't in any immediate danger, but it was a small comfort.
"Not much time." Hinata jumped when Mira finally spoke. Her voice was different. There was no hint of the friendly, almost motherly tone she always used before.
"I didn't have much time," Mira continued, seemingly speaking to herself. Hinata listened intently to every single word, not daring to interrupt.
"I wasn't expecting to be seeing your family come here so soon, and I needed you to build more chakra first. I figured an emergency experiment would suffice. It's a simple question, to be honest. What would happen to you if you went on a diet? I theorized that you wouldn't be able to hold back forever. Sooner or later, your will would break, and you would gorge yourself. I wanted to see how much that affected your weight gain. And going by how you look right now, I think it's safe to say that my little experiment was a success." Mira finished, and turned her head upwards to Hinata's face, grinning dangerously at her.
Hinata whimpered slightly, feeling meek from Mira's stare, but she also did not want to look away.
"So, how was it, Hinata? Did you have fun?"
Hinata gulped, feeling her stomach sink. So even the diet was all part of the plan. Mira was never on her side. It was all part of a scheme to break Hinata's will to resist. She put Hinata on a diet, knowing full well that she wouldn't be able to handle it, knowing that Hinata would eventually give in, and become even bigger than before.
Mira held her smile, seemingly waiting for Hinata's answer. Hinata herself was too frightened to even speak, but she had no choice. Steeling herself as much as possible, she parted her lips and spoke.
"W-why... are you... doing this?" Hinata then shut her lips instantly again, a part of her expecting Mira to explode with fury at any moment. But the woman simply let out a small scoff in response.
"Why, you ask? That's an odd question, Hinata. You should already know the answer to that considering you snuck into my lab."
"!" Hinata shivered, not expecting her to say that. Mira knew! She knew Hinata was snooping around! How did she know?!
Mira chuckled at seeing Hinata's expression, "Come now, Hinata. You should have realized by now that I have eyes and ears everywhere in this village. I know everything you've been doing here since the very beginning. Although I must give you praise for getting to my lab. I gave everyone orders to keep you out of there, but you managed to outsmart the rest and get in there anyway. You're quite the clever girl, aren't you?"
But Mira's compliment did little to ease Hinata's heart. Even if Hinata did make some good decisions, it did absolutely nothing for her current predicament.
"But I digress," Mira said, "I think you were expecting a more in-depth answer than that. You ask why I'm doing this. I assume when you say that, you're asking why I'm doing all this," Mira gestured her arms outwards towards the area surrounding them.
"You want to know why I created a village dedicated to fattening up cute girls like you. You want to know why I brought you here, filling your head with corrupted thoughts and filling your belly with so much food that you can't even walk. You want to know what I'm planning for you, is that correct?"
Hinata did not want to respond, but it was obvious what her answer was. Indeed, there was no deception between them anymore. Hinata knew that Mira had dark intentions for her, and Mira knew of Hinata's suspicions. There was no more need for secrecy.
"Very well, I'll explain. But first, you should probably know more of who I really am. Take a close look..."
Mira closed her eyes, seemingly in concentration. Hinata, curious, wondered what the other woman was trying to do. However, it became clear when she opened her eyes again. But Mira's eyes were no longer the pitch black Hinata had become used to. They had become...
"The sharingan!?"
Hinata gasped out loud. There was no mistaking it. Red irises, the three comma-shaped tomoe. The most famous, most powerful, and most well-known out of all bloodline limits. Her eyes were indeed the fabled sharingan of the Uchiha clan.
"B-b-but how?!" Hinata nearly yelled. Out of all the things she had been imagining, not for a moment did she ever suspect that Mira would have the legendary eyes of the Uchiha.
"Yes, the sharingan," Mira said with a small bit of smugness, "These are not illusion. These are not fake. They are not stolen. These are my true, pure sharingan."
Hinata's jaw dropped. She couldn't believe it. An Uchiha! An Uchiha in this remote village. And one with incredible power at that. The Uchiha clan were supposed to have died out, with Sasuke being the only remaining survivor. And yet there was another all along. Another member of the lost clan, hidden from the outside world, and with sinister plans for the world.
Enjoying Hinata's reaction, Mira continued with a restrained grin.
"Hinata, you, and the rest of the world know me as Mira Fields. But as I'm sure you've realized, my true identity is Mira Uchiha. However, my life's story isn't all that different to what you've been told. I was indeed born in a small town in the Fire Country. My mother went by Maaya Fields, and she was little more than a simple country girl living a simple country life. However, her life changed when a wounded man came stumbling into town. Though the man never identified his true bloodline to the people living there, he was the man who would eventually be my father. His name was Jarod Uchiha."
"Jarod Uchiha fought in the war many years ago. During a fierce battle, he and many others were thought to have been incinerated by a massive fire jutsu gone awry. He was believed dead, but my father managed to survive with little more than a few injuries. I do not know what my father's true intentions were, nor do I know what he was thinking back then. But I do know that for his own reasons, Jarod Uchiha fled the war, and abandoned his family, duty, and country. That was what ultimately led to him finding my mother's small farm town. My mother and the people living there treated Jarod with care and hospitality, and showed him nothing but acceptance and kindness. Jarod eventually grew attached to them, and did not want to leave. One thing led to another, and eventually Maaya Fields and Jarod Uchiha fell in love. A classic love story if you will."
"Jarod never revealed his true identity, so their first child took my mother's name instead: Lenn Fields. And a few years later, their second child was born, that child being myself. Life was normal for at least a decade since I was born. But as my father found out, I was no normal child. I showed remarkable talent training with father, and it didn't take me long to awaken the sharingan. I still remember the look on father's face when he saw it." Mira chuckled fondly to herself before resuming.
"Of course, me awakening the sharingan spooked father quite a bit, so he forbade me from using it ever again, and while he never gave me the whole story, I learned enough tidbits to realize that my father was no ordinary man. Unfortunately, his life soon came to end not long after that."
"W-what happened?" Hinata asked, feeling both nervous in Mira's presence while still being curious of her story.
"I don't know the full details, but somehow father was discovered by the Leaf Village. I suppose the Leaf didn't want to leave any of its precious Uchiha unaccounted for, so they eventually sniffed him out. The moment he realized that, father fled with barely a word to any of us. The only explanation we got was that he was called back for war, though deep down I knew the truth. Mother, who was worried sick, chased after him to bring him back home, and neither of them ever came back."
Mira ended her story with a grim expression, her eyes cold like ice. Putting the pieces together in her head, Hinata guessed at Mira's true intentions.
"S-s-so… are you doing this… for revenge?" Hinata asked in almost a whisper, not wanting to trigger Mira's anger.
"Revenge…" Mira repeated, staring at Hinata's face, seemingly in thought. After a few seconds of silence, she responded.
"Yes, that's certainly a part of it. Surely you didn't think that Lenn was the only one who disliked ninjas, did you? After all, we both lost our parents in the blink of an eye. One moment we were happy, loving children with naught a care in the world, and then before we knew it, we became orphans, forced to fend for ourselves in a world that took everything we had away from us. I was even forced to use my sharingan to defend ourselves when Leaf ninjas came hunting for any offspring Jarod might have left behind. I had to erase and twist quite a few minds just to survive. So yes, Hinata, I am just a little bit bitter about that."
"However, that doesn't necessarily mean that revenge is my primary motivation. Honestly, it really isn't as important as you might think. Even if my parents were still alive, I'd be doing this anyway. The simple fact is, Hinata, this world is a lousy place. It's violent, cruel, and closed-minded. Even now, the best thing we can hope for is a temporary peace that will inevitably fall apart the next time a maniac decides that he's had enough and wants to brutalize others purely for his own personal validation. A world like that needs to change, and that's where you and I come in."
"Is… is that why you need me?" Hinata asked, "You… need my chakra?"
"Yes, I do need your chakra. Since you've been in my lab, you already know what I'm planning to do, although there are a couple details you've missed. Just like Madara Uchiha, I wish to utilize your chakra to cast a powerful genjustu on the entire world. It'll be a much more powerful version of the genjutsu I used on my sister. As you're most likely aware, I've been converting dozens of women over to my cause. A village filled with obsessive fat-loving women who wish for nothing more than to devote and offer themselves as servants for a morbidly obese angel. After all, I'm not the only person who is fed up with this world. There are plenty of others who feel the same way, Hinata. They too are miserable and lost, and they desperately wish for a savior."
Mira squeezed Hinata's belly slightly, to both Hinata's pleasure and dismay.
"But unlike Madara, I'm not going to trap people in dream-inducing cocoons, no no. They will live their lives as usual, but their mental states will be altered. Just like with everyone else in this village, they will constantly be haunted by dreams of an angel. They will feel this incredible urge to serve the angel of their dreams, and gain a desire to feed and serve her. They will feel an irresistible sense of pleasure and fulfillment every time they serve their angel, and they will feed that urge just as much as they feed their angel. That urge will grow into a full-blown obsession, and eventually it will consume their thoughts, their desires, their entire being."
Hinata remembered reading these thoughts in Lenn's diary. She remembered how Lenn was once just a normal woman living a regular life, only to gradually descend and become a rabid cultist. Mira wasn't kidding around. If she could do it to Lenn, she could absolutely do it to everyone else.
"And not only that, I'm also going to avoid the other mistake Madara made by blabbing about his plan to every single nation in the world. It's funny really. Being a ninja is all about deception. Obviously, a plan can't work if you reveal it to the entire world. How ironic that I, a person who hates ninja, seem to be the only person who understands that a true ninja doesn't reveal their hand. The greatest threat isn't the one you can see, but rather the threat that you don't even know exists, until it's too late."
Hinata, unfortunately, had to agree. Indeed, she had no idea that someone like Mira existed. She was likely the only person in the world to know there was another Uchiha out there. Another Uchiha that was biding her time all these years, plotting her vengeance under everyone's noses.
"And you know what the best part of this is, Hinata?"
Hinata curled her eyebrows, confused as to what Mira was getting at. But Mira answered before she could respond.
"The best part is that YOU will get to rule this new world. I will convert the world into a new one. A world without bloodshed and violence. A world where people will think of nothing but obeying their obese ruler, and you will be that ruler."
"Eh?" Hinata's eyes widened completely. The answer shook her so much that she didn't know what to think. Yet Mira's expression showed no signs of joking around. To say that Hinata was floored would be an understatement.
"M-m-me?" Hinata stuttered, unable to fully process her emotions, "Rule… the world?"
"Yes, that's right," Mira giggled excitedly, "My plan is that everyone will have an angel they will want to feed and serve, but above all of them will be an angel greater than any other. An angel that's fatter, more beautiful, and more beloved than any other. She will rule the world as its goddess. And that goddess will be YOU!"
"B-b-b-but…" Hinata sputtered, unable to form a complete sentence. She couldn't believe her own ears. If Hinata could still move, she would have pinched herself to make sure that she wasn't dreaming. This couldn't be real. There was no way this could be real. She must be dreaming. She had to be dreaming.
"Haha, you seem happy, Hinata," Mira laughed, enjoying the fat girl's reaction, "I guess the idea of godhood is appealing to you, huh?"
"W-w-w-wait!" Hinata shouted, forgetting about the fact that she was trying not to get on Mira's bad side just a minute ago. "T-t-this can't be… there's no way that you could…"
"Hmm, no way I could what?" Mira tilted her head inquisitively, "Surely you don't doubt my power after everything you've seen thus far."
"No! It's just…" Hinata's mind scrambled. She certainly didn't doubt Mira's power, but she needed to put her whirling thoughts into words, "This… this has to be a trick. I can't be a g-g-g… I mean, I don't understand. I don't understand any of this!"
"Ahh I see. Poor thing, I guess you're overwhelmed right now," Mira said sympathetically. "But none of what I said was a lie. By the time that this is all said and done, you will be an angel above all other angels. You will be a goddess that rules the world."
"But… but why me?!" Hinata yelled in confusion. "I-I don't get this! Why make me fat? Why make me an angel!?"
It didn't make any sense to Hinata. This was all too surreal for her. There was too much of Mira's story that didn't add up. Mira wanted to change the world, yet for some reason she wanted Hinata to be the ruler? That thought in itself was already outside Hinata's wildest imagination, and yet it only raised more questions. Why make her the ruler? Why didn't Mira want to rule? If she wanted to change the world so badly, why put it in the hands of some random girl she found and fattened up? And better yet, why create a world-conquering plan around gaining weight? If Mira needed a fat girl so badly, wouldn't it have been more effective to just kidnap and force-feed a girl? Why all of this? Why construct this so-called paradise? None of this made sense.
"I can see you're confused, Hinata," Mira noted as she examined the look on Hinata's face. "Let me guess, you want to know why I based my entire plan around making an unsuspecting girl gain weight, am I right?"
Hinata nodded helplessly, not knowing how else to respond.
"Well the answer is simple, Hinata. And I'll tell you what it is." Even though it wasn't necessary, Mira leaned into Hinata's body, lowering her voice as if she were about to tell a secret.
"It's because I think adorable girls gaining weight is sexy as hell."
Hinata's face grimaced. She gave Mira perhaps the most incredulous look a human being could ever give.
Mira, however, only laughed out loud seeing Hinata's face. She treated this whole situation with nothing but pure amusement.
"Oh Hinata, no need to give me that look." Mira said between bouts of laughter, "You'd be surprised how much of history is driven by men who just want to get their rocks off. You'd be shocked at how much ninjutsu, and genjutsu especially, were originally designed for sexual purposes before being repurposed for war. The truth is, we're a lustful species, and I am no exception. I do want to make the world a peaceful place. I just figured that I could kill two birds with one stone and satisfy my fetishes as well as saving humanity from itself at the same time."
Hinata couldn't believe what her ears were hearing. Everything. All of this. All of it was just to satisfy a fetish!?
"Hinata, I don't think I can put it into words how much you get me off," Mira licked her lips while giving Hinata the most erotic expression she had ever seen. "For the longest time, I've fantasized about finding a younger, adorable girl, and turning her into the sexiest, most beautiful blob of fat in the world. I may not look it, but the truth is that I have quite a submissive streak. I just love the idea of offering and submitting my body and soul to a loving girl who wants nothing more than to be fed for the rest of eternity. And seeing you become that girl has been driving me, and all the others, wild ever since you arrived. I've been rubbing myself raw to you every single day."
Hinata shivered. The desire painted on Mira's face was greater than even Nell's. It was like looking into the face of pure madness.
"I'm serious, Hinata," Mira kept on talking, pressing her entire body against Hinata's belly, "Seeing you eat and become a glutton has been the hottest thing I've ever witnessed. I was watching you during dessert you know. Seeing your will shatter was wonderful. I just loved seeing your resistance break, and the way you let your true self unleash like that. You ate like a wild beast, driven completely by your inner desire, devouring millions of calories like it was nothing at all, and I loved every second of it."
Mira moaned lustfully. It was the first time Hinata heard her moan so sexually, and it proved to be just a mere glimpse in the sheer sexual depths that she kept hidden all this time. In the end, the lust for weight gain that the other villagers showed were mere reflections of Mira's own desire.
"And it's never going to end either. I don't want it to end, and I know that you don't either. I'm going to make you a goddess, and you'll live the rest of your life being worshipped. Every waking second you will spend being fed, massaged, and spoiled. We will live as your servants, and dedicate our very souls to you. You will eat the greatest delicacies in the world, be given the most luxurious baths every time you wake up, be given the best massages, and be sent to the greatest heights of pleasure every single time your servants make love to your sexy, sensitive body. Every single day, forever!"
"Ahh… ahhh…" Hinata's face turned beet red as she couldn't help but feel such thoughts enter her head. She wanted to protest in some way, but for some reason she couldn't say it.
"See, I can tell you like it, Hinata." Mira said proudly, not missing the changes in Hinata's face. "You always try to act so humble and innocent, but I know what kind of person you are deep down. You love it. You love what I'm telling you. You love the idea of being treated like a goddess. You love the idea of turning the entire world into your personal slaves, feeding you, making love to you, obsessing over you. You've even admitted it in the past, and you know I'm right. You're supposed to be scared right now, and yet you're turned on!"
"N-n-n-no! I-I…" Hinata stuttered, trying to not to act so flustered. She wasn't that kind of person! Or at least, Hinata didn't want to believe that. True, Hinata did indeed get off on it in the past. She did enjoy the godly treatment, but it was just for roleplay. She didn't actually want to be like that for real! Okay, well maybe she did go a little too far during dessert, but that was just because she was stressed out!
"Don't deny it," Mira interrupted, "I noticed the way you reacted when you saw your statue for the first time. I've seen the look in your eyes when the others started modeling their clothes and homes after you and letting their deep devotion to you shown. Maybe it creeped you out at first, but if you truly hated it, you wouldn't have given in like you did last night. But you gave in. You gave in and called the others servants and demanded their submission. Admit it, you're just as much of a kinky pervert as I am. Worse, in fact!"
"NO! I'm not like that!" Hinata yelled desperately, yet a part of her knew that Mira had a valid point. It's true, Hinata might have been creeped out when saw the statue, or when she saw the paintings, decorations, and clothes made in her image. But truthfully, there was indeed a small part of her that felt a twinge of desire when she saw that statue for the first time. There was in fact a small spike of lust when she saw all those paintings lovingly made of her. And she did feel a pang of arousal when she saw Nell and Lenn fight over her while proving who was more devoted to their "angel".
But Hinata did not want to accept the implications of that. Hinata didn't want to believe that she was a selfish person. She was Hinata! The innocent, kind girl who wanted nothing for herself. That's how she's always been. How could she possibly be a corrupted, spoiled queen who saw others as mere servants who obeyed her!? There's just no way.
"I can't… I just can't be like that…" Hinata insisted, though she couldn't tell if she was trying to convince Mira or herself.
"Why are trying so hard to deny it?" Mira asked, her voice less lustful now, "Is there something wrong with being a gluttonous goddess who sees the world as her slaves?"
"O-of course!" Hinata immediately responded as if saying the obvious. "It's wrong to think like that!"
"It is? According to who?" Mira responded, her smile turning to a frown.
"According to… umm…" Hinata suddenly trailed off. She realized she didn't know how to answer that.
"According to society, is that what you wanted to say?" Mira finished Hinata's sentence. Hinata paused for a second before slowly nodding.
"That's precisely the problem Hinata. It's just as Lenn said to you. You're still going by that ninja brainwashing. You think that being a glutton is wrong because society trained you to believe it's wrong. The world of ninja demands sacrificing yourself for the sake of tradition, warfare, and reputation. The world won't allow you to live how you want because it needs you to always be battle-ready, and to always maintain appearances. Just think, Hinata. Remember the reason you were sent here in the first place?"
"Uhh… d-diplomacy?" Hinata answered somewhat lamely.
"Yes, because your father wanted to build a positive relationship with me and show off the professionalism of the Hyuuga clan. Then if it worked out, I would praise the Leaf Village and how wonderful the Hyuuga clan is and perhaps offer my resources to it so they can use it for their own ends. None of what YOU want would even be a factor. You're just a tool used to further the ends of your family's image and the village's well-being. Even as we speak, your father is on his way to come and scold you because he thinks you're not doing things the right way. Which is laughable because you actually succeeded in what you were sent to do, Hinata. But the problem is that you didn't do it the 'right' way. You won us over by getting fat and accepting our hospitality, instead of the 'proper' way by acting like an emotionless robot and talking politics. You completed your mission, but your father is going to come here and call you a failure anyway because you did something that'll make him look bad. It's all a show." Mira spat bitterly.
Hinata paused. She never thought of it like that.
"But that's all going to change once the world is under your control. Society will change into a new one where the things that YOU want are important, and YOUR desires are what matters."
Those words finally gave Hinata an opening to use.
"But Mira! If you do that then… then you're just forcing everyone else to go by my desires instead of theirs! You're forcing people to do something they don't want!"
However, Mira was undeterred.
"Wrong. Once my plan is complete, the population will learn that giving in to your desires is precisely what they want. My genjustu is not mind-control. I will not force anyone to do anything they genuinely don't want to do. But the thing about humans is that we're all slaves to pleasure. We can't help but devote ourselves to things that feel good, even if we know they won't be accepted by society for doing so. You all of people should know that better than anyone."
"…" Hinata went quiet, unable to retort.
"Think about it, Hinata. The women living here, except for Nell, never had a desire for fattening up and devoting themselves to an angel. Yet they gained that desire anyway. They gained it because I planted the seed in their mind, and encouraged them to make it grow. None of them were ever able to explain it, but they all realized that the idea of worshipping and feeding an individual made them feel better than anything else. They could have stopped anytime they wanted, but none of them did. It felt too good. And not all of them gave in as easily as Lenn did either. Charlotte for example, fought against it. She knew something was going on with her mind, and she tried to resist."
Hinata let out a small gasp. She never knew of that little detail.
"And yet no matter how hard Charlotte fought, she couldn't deny the growing urge inside her. She couldn't deny that the thought of making a girl fat felt really nice. She was ashamed for it for so long, but she indulged in those desires every time she went to bed. And eventually it reached the point where she gave in. I promised her an opportunity to make her desires come true, to become a loving slave for the angel in her dreams, and she literally begged me to make it a reality. And of course, you've seen the way Charlotte acts now for yourself."
Hinata certainly couldn't disagree. She experienced that obsession firsthand.
"That's just how we are, Hinata. We live for what brings us pleasure, and that's precisely what I will do to the rest of the world. They will all be converted to a proper way of thinking, and all of those silly wars will come to an end at last."
A sudden realization came to Hinata's mind, "W-wait, Mira. Does that mean that… Was I also…?"
"No, I did not use my genjutsu on you." Mira answered, "None of my Angel Candidates have been inflicted with my techniques. I mean, I certainly could if I wanted to, but that wouldn't be as fun. I wanted to find a girl that truly wanted to be a fat, lazy, slutty, gluttonous pig from the bottom of their heart. I wanted to find a true deviant that desired to be worshipped without any charka-powered meddling, at least mentally. And I have to say, Hinata, you are definitely that person." Mira ended her statement with a very smug sneer.
Hinata, however, was still in denial, "No, no I can't be. You're wrong. I… I… I won't do it!"
"Hmm?" Mira's face faltered.
"I'm not going to do this," Hinata declared. Regardless of how much Hinata went along with it, the fact remained that Mira's plan was still a danger to the world. She couldn't accept it no matter what.
"And why won't you do it?"
"Because… because you're forcing other people against their will!"
Mira's brow furrowed, "Hinata, I already told you that-"
"Even so!" Hinata interjected, surprising herself by her own bravery, "I can't accept what you're doing! You're going to control the world and make everybody do whatever you want. Nobody ever asked for that. I can't let you convert anyone else, even if it means sacrificing myself."
Hinata could tell that Mira didn't like her use of the word "sacrifice". The very moment she said the word, Mira's face suddenly turned very dark, and her lips turned into a nasty scowl.
"You're being ridiculous." Mira glared irritably at Hinata, "You'd actually sacrifice your own happiness for the sake of them?"
"If… if I have to." Hinata replied with as much determination as she could muster. Mira, however, did not back down. The older woman let out a heavy sigh, as if dealing with an uncooperative child.
"Hinata, I don't think you realize what that path leads to. Try to imagine it for a second. What do you think will happen to you if I let you go?"
"Umm…" Hinata muttered, though she already had a good prediction on how her family would react, and it'd certainly wouldn't be pretty.
"It's going to be a lot worse than you think, I promise you. Let's be honest here, you aren't going to be losing weight any time soon. I think you've realized that when you tried to go on a diet."
Hinata flinched, not wanting to think about that.
"Let me describe what life will be like for you if you go back. Your family will see you in your current state. They will be outraged, horrified, and most of all, disgusted. Your father will most likely disown you on the spot, and make it clear that you will forever be an embarrassment in his eyes. You will lose all your friends, because I figure that your friends are the type that value perseverance and hard work, and you certainly aren't going to be working hard in your state. However, your bloodline is too valuable, so your family will be forced to come get you regardless. Think about that for a second. Imagine how it will feel when your family brings you home on a wheelbarrow, imagine the looks on everyone's faces when they see the Hyuuga princess, obese and immobile."
Hinata cringed at the idea. Indeed, it was a thought she very much did not want to think about.
"They will look at you with shame and disgust. The people will mock you, laugh at you, and be ashamed of you. You'll be the laughingstock of the entire world, and a permanent mark of shame on the Hyuuga clan. Your family, in humiliation, will hide you away so that nobody has to see you, and you'll be spending the rest of your life there. Every day you'll spend in your room, without the food you've come to expect. Your belly will be forever empty, and you'll live every second in the most excruciating pain imaginable. You'll try to lose weight, sure. Your family will obviously try, but it will fail. It will fail, and you will be reduced to a pitiful person who helplessly whines and begs for food every time you open your mouth. And honestly, I'm being generous here! Most likely they'll slip a bit of poison into your food so that they won't have to deal with their embarrassment anymore, and hope nobody will notice. They'll hide your body, hide your grave, and erase every trace of you so they can mend their damaged reputation. And that's it! That's your life. That's how you'll be remembered."
Hinata grappled with Mira's words. Hinata knew that her fate would be a negative one, but it wasn't until Mira said it out loud that she realized how bad it would be. And the worst part was that Mira's story really wasn't an unrealistic one. Appearances were indeed everything, and ninja clans can and have done far worse in order to protect their honor.
"You need to ask yourself this, Hinata. Who benefits from this?!" Mira raised her voice in anger, "Who benefits from you throwing your life away like that? You're going to sentence yourself to a miserable life where you live every day in constant pain and suffering, and all for what? All so your family can repay you by branding you as an embarrassment to be hidden away? All for the sake of a society that'll shun and despise you all because you gained a little weight? Is that what you want? Is that the society you believe is worthy of sacrificing yourself for? What the hell did they do to make them so damn worthy?!"
Hinata wilted from the fierceness behind Mira's speech. Her words showed the true hatred she had against society. Hinata was forced to wrack her brain for a defense.
"Well… they… they raised me and… my friends made me believe in myself."
"Only after tearing you down first," Mira countered, "You didn't have self-confidence before because your family took it away by putting you down all the time. Then by doing so, you're forced to constantly have to prove yourself to them, desperately clawing for any scrap of approval in the hopes that they will give you the love you crave. And then when they give you a tiny crumb back, you thank them for the generosity of deigning to give you a bit of something back. Trapped in an endless cycle where you try to please the very same thing that wronged you, like a beaten puppy. It's pathetic."
Mira's words cut deeply into Hinata like a knife. Her entire life, her entire motivation for being had just been called out and cruelly shredded apart.
"But… my friends wouldn't…" Hinata whimpered, losing a lot of the fight in her.
"Your friends won't accept you as you are, you know that. They won't accept an obese friend who just wants to laze around all day. They won't respect that. That's not how they were raised. They will look at you with disapproving gazes, and just like your family, you'll be forced to constantly strive for their approval as well."
Tears gathered in the corners of Hinata's eyes. Her mind turned towards Naruto, the boy she loved. She remembered that Naruto admired Hinata precisely because he respected her hard work. What would he say if he saw her now? No, he wouldn't accept her either. Why did Hinata ever think otherwise? Of course he wouldn't. Hinata even remembered the occasions where Naruto would tease Choji for being fat, and Hinata currently made Choji look like a twig in comparison. Mira was right. Nobody was going to accept her like this.
"I… I…" Hinata could barely speak. She didn't know what to do anymore. She didn't want to admit it. She hated to admit it. But Mira's words were hitting her a lot harder than she wanted. Hinata hated that Mira's arguments, in a twisted way, actually made sense. It made Hinata question her very self. Why did she care so much about society? Just what did society do for her that made her so willing to defend it? Hinata couldn't think of an answer, because the truth was, Hinata never really gave it much thought. It was precisely as Mira said. She defended society because she was taught to. She worked hard because she was supposed to. She never questioned it, not even once.
Mira did not yield her verbal assault. She kept going, not giving Hinata a chance to recover.
"Please Hinata, I'm begging you. For once in your life, think about your own happiness rather than others." Mira's ranted relentlessly, though her voice had regained just a bit of sympathy, seemingly feeling sorry for Hinata, "Think about how much fun you've had here. Think about how great it was to live for yourself for once. You enjoyed it, right? You had fun. You got to experience life the way you wanted it, and nobody here judged you for it. You have done nothing wrong. And yet here you are, terrified because you're afraid of what your 'loved ones' will do to you, all because you decided not to be their obedient servant for once in your life!"
There was genuine rage in Mira's voice, but it was not aimed at Hinata. All of her venom was directed towards the world itself.
"I'm sorry Hinata, but I just have to say it. Your so-called friends and family. They don't care about you. They never did. If they can't accept you the way you are now, then as far as I am concerned, they don't give a damn. They don't love you."
That last statement pierced into Hinata's very soul. It reverberated in her head, and shattered every last mental barrier she had. With nothing more to hold them back, tears freely poured from Hinata's eyes.
"I'm…. I'm just…" Hinata whispered.
"I'm… just a failure."
Hinata broke. All of her emotions, all of her memories, all of it could be bottled up no more. Hinata sobbed. She cried.
It was true. All of it was true. Hinata hated the life she lived. Her life was nothing more than a constant stream of disappointment and failure. Every one of those failures rushed back to the surface. Every time she failed a training session. Every time her father glared at her for messing up. Every ounce of resentment she had when her little sister Hanabi surpassed her in everything she did, and the following shame she felt for being jealous about it. Every time she saw the slightest bit of disappointment in Kurenai's eyes when Hinata screwed up. Every time she froze up or got beaten in a battle and needed her team to bail her out. Every time she compared herself to her more successful peers, and was forced to accept that she came up short. All of those awful, bitter memories that made Hinata hate herself.
"Hinata…" Mira looked at Hinata's teary eyes, all of the anger gone from her voice.
"I just… wanted people to like me," Hinata sobbed, "And yet… no matter what I did, I…"
All Hinata ever wanted was to be accepted. To be respected by her father, accepted by her peers, and yet she failed no matter what. She tried. She tried so damn hard. And never got what she wanted.
"You poor thing," Mira sighed sadly. She climbed up Hinata's fatty body, and wrapped her arms around Hinata's head.
"Shh, it's okay, Hinata, don't cry," Mira cooed gently, stroking Hinata's hair like a mother would her child, "You're not a failure."
Hinata knew that she wasn't supposed to, yet she couldn't help but feel comforted by Mira's embrace. How strange that the person who was supposedly her enemy was now soothing her. Perhaps it was because she never received this kind of affection before. It was just yet another reminder of how much love she desperately wanted, but never got from her own family. Hinata did not stop or protest Mira's touch. She simply accepted it, still crying.
"I'm so sorry, Hinata," Mira whispered, "It must have been so hard, huh? It'll be alright. Everything will be alright."
Hinata simply pressed her head against Mira, letting out all the sorrow and tears she had held in all her life. Her sobs echoed through the unmoving, blood-red sky. She cried her heart out for what felt like an eternity, her sorrowful wails being all that could be heard in the time-frozen world. And yet all throughout, Mira never let go of her for a second. Mira stayed by Hinata's side, comforting the young girl the entire time, with not a thought for anything else but her.
Hinata cried for a good while before finally calming down. But after releasing all of her anguish, what was left was a surprisingly serene calm. As her sobs came to a stop, Mira finally loosened her grip on Hinata's head, and pulled back.
"There we go, feel better now, sweetie?" Mira wore a genuine, loving smile on face. Even with her sharingan still activated, Hinata no longer felt any fear. Instead, Hinata felt… safe.
"Y-yes… I'm okay now." Hinata smiled slightly, letting Mira wipe her tears since Hinata could not reach her own face.
"There, you're smiling again. That's what I like to see. You're so much more adorable that way," Mira cooed while planting a few quick kisses on Hinata's cheek. Hinata couldn't help but giggle slightly, now feeling much better after crying so much. It didn't matter what kind of person Mira was, or what power she held. Hinata just couldn't hate her. She couldn't hate anyone here, not after all they did for her.
"You know something, Hinata?" Mira said, "You're wonderful, you know that?"
"Hm?" Hinata piqued up.
Mira then laid herself on Hinata's massive body, planting her elbows onto Hinata's cushioned fat, and holding her head up with her hands.
"I mean it, Hinata. You're an amazing person. We all genuinely think that. Out of all the people I've met in my entire life, none of them have been as big of a sweetheart as you. You're polite, sweet, kind, beautiful, and you treat everyone else with respect. I know you've been feeling down for a while ever since this whole mess with your father started, but I want you to know that you're not a worthless person. You're not weak. You're not pathetic. You're a strong, wonderful woman with a great heart."
Hinata's smile grew, and a blush appeared on her cheeks, "Y-You mean that?"
"Damn right I do! Your village might not realize that, but we certainly do. So, don't let their nonsense get you down. You're a stronger person than any one of them. Remember that."
Hinata felt her heart warm from Mira's words, almost wanting to cry again. She knew that Mira wasn't lying. Mira truly accepted Hinata for who she was. That kindness was all she ever really wanted.
"So how about it, Hinata? Why not stay with us?"
"Stay…?" Hinata repeated.
"Yeah, stay with us instead," Mira said with complete seriousness, "Become our angel, our goddess. Let yourself become the gluttonous angel you were meant to be. Spend every day with us. I promise you that we will give you all the love you deserve. We'll feed you every day, and pamper you to your heart's content."
Hinata went quiet. She had originally thought that Mira was going to just outright force Hinata to go along with her plan. Yet here she was, offering Hinata to join her, giving her the choice. It was not a small choice either. If Hinata accepted, it would mean literally changing the entire world. She'd be standing aside and letting Mira essentially take over the world. She'd be betraying her own country. Every living person would change forever to suit her whims, and the world would under Mira's… no, her control!
"I… I don't know…" Hinata muttered. How could she possibly make such a choice? It was all too surreal.
But Mira seemed unbothered. She simply giggled and said, "C'mon, Hinata. You know you want to. Admit it, the idea of becoming the object of the world's worship excites you, doesn't it? You like the idea of being fed tons of food every day, becoming so fat that you can't even move, becoming bigger than even that statue we built for you. Hot pancakes, tender juicy ham, big fat burgers, and cakes larger than a person. You want to eat all of it, don't you? Every single day."
"Oooh," Hinata let out a small moan just hearing that, and her belly gurgled in unison. Mira knew Hinata's weakness, and she happily exploited it.
"Ahh… well… it doesn't sound… too bad," Hinata admitted sheepishly, embarrassed at her own need.
"See? You love the idea, don't you," Mira teased, "So why not accept? Be true to yourself and what you truly want out of life."
"B-but… isn't it… wrong?" Hinata asked. Because Hinata knew that if she accepted, it meant that she'd be selling out her friends, her family, her village. Everything she once held dear. She'd throw it all away just to become a lazy, hungry blob of fat.
"Not at all. I've always said it before, Hinata. There's nothing wrong with being a lustful, needy glutton. There's nothing wrong with being an immobile, gorgeous fat whale who wants nothing more than to gorge herself on food all day long. The only reason you think it's wrong is because the ninja world says it's wrong. But soon, the ninja world will be no more. It will be your world, and people will live by your rules. And besides, it's not like your friends are going away. They can still visit you and everything. They'll just be more 'accepting' of who you are."
"Ah…" Hinata went deep in thought. Indeed, what Mira said was true. If she became a goddess, she would never have to worry about anything ever again. It'd be her own perfect world. Yet, a part of Hinata's mind still couldn't fully process it. No matter how many times she heard it, the idea of literally becoming a goddess still felt too wild to truly accept. Yet Hinata couldn't deny that the idea became more tempting by the second.
"Tell you what," Mira said suddenly, seemingly having thought of an idea, "Let's make a deal."
"Deal?" Hinata asked quizzically.
"Yep. It's still a few days before your family gets here. So let's make the most of it. From now on, we're going to be holding nothing back. I didn't want the others to truly worship you as an angel because at the time, I tried to keep you in the dark about my Angel Ascension plan. But since you now know everything, there's no need to be secretive about it anymore. So, for the next few days, allow us to go all out on you. Let us REALLY spoil and pamper you, because if you thought we were spoiling you before, you've seen nothing yet! Let us feed you like crazy and make love to you non-stop. Let us completely remodel this village into a monument dedicated to your perfection. Consider it a trial run for what the rest of your life will be like."
"A… trial run?"
"Yes, and once your family gets here, I'll let you make the decision on what you want to do. If you want to go back home, I'll let you go without argument. But if you want to stay and become our angel, then I will make it so. How about it?"
"Uh, well," Hinata felt a growing excitement inside her. She had never in her wildest dreams imagined that she would be given a choice like this! How many people could say that they were given the opportunity to become the literal ruler of the world?! And what's more was how incredibly tempting the choice was.
"O-okay."
Mira grinned wider than Hinata had ever seen.
"Just what I wanted to hear, my darling. Now, let's get started right away. No more heavy emotional stuff. It's time for you to start having fun."
Mira wasted no time. The sharingan faded away, leaving her eyes pitch black again. The once bloody sky faded away into a morning blue, and the rising sun showed itself in the distance. The wind began to blow again, leaves rustled once more, and the pleasant chirping of birds filled the air.
As Mira hopped off from Hinata's body back onto the ground, the many women sleeping on and between Hinata's fatty rolls started to wake up. It seemed that the world, once frozen in time, had returned to normal. Nothing looked out of the ordinary, but after spending so long in that reddish hellscape, the regular world seemed more beautiful.
Hinata felt much better. Better than she had ever felt in a long time. A massive weight had lifted off her, and not the weight in her flesh. It was a weight she carried with her all her life. The burden of having to live up to everyone else's expectations, and the constant pain of never living up to them. She dealt with it for so long that it felt like a part of her. But now, it was gone. And left in its wake was a genuine sense of freedom. Mira was right. This was Hinata's life. Nobody else's. How she lived it was up to her, and she would make her own choices without the pressure of what others want. And she would be the one to decide what kind of person she really is.
"Ughhh… is it morning alr- MIRA!?"
Sayoko's yelp broke the serenity as she woke up from her belly-blanket, and spotted Mira fully-dressed and intimating as hell. Sayoko quickly scrambled from Hinata's belly and jumped onto the ground. Of course, it was far too late to cover the evidence of what they had done, thus Sayoko was left nervously covering up her nude body with her hands and looking vulnerable.
"M-M-Mira!?"
"Oh shi-"
"Uh oh!"
Several voices joined in as the dozens of women sleeping inside Hinata's countless layers woke up, each of them going through the realization that they had just been caught red-handed breaking Hinata's diet. Many of the naked women mimicked Sayoko by separating from Hinata, while several others clung onto Hinata as a feeble form of protection, one of which was Nell.
"Oh no!" Nell squeaked as she crawled up near Hinata's head, exposing her gorgeous form to the morning air.
"Ah, it's okay, Nell," Hinata attempted to reassure her that nothing was wrong, though Nell didn't seem to hear her.
Mira started to clap her hands, hurrying the others along.
"Alright, get your lazy butts up. Stop looking so freaked out. I'm not mad at you."
"Eh?"
The many women all gave confused glances towards Mira. They had all thought they were about to receive the chewing-out of a lifetime, but instead Mira showed no anger at all.
"Mira? W-what are you talking about?" Charlotte asked.
"I'm saying that none of you are in trouble," Mira explained, "Look, I figured that you girls probably weren't going to be able to hold yourselves back. You see, this whole diet thing was really just a personal experiment for me. I wanted to see what would happen to Hinata's body if she was put into a state of-"
SMACK!
"L-LENN!" Nell shrieked.
Even Hinata was shocked. Right in the middle of Mira's explanation, a very naked and very angry Lenn walked up to her and slapped her as hard as she could. The slap was so loud that even the birds stopped singing. Nobody could believe what they had just saw. Lenn, the kind-hearted, super-sweet Lenn had just slapped the village leader right in the face.
"Hey… that hurt," Mira winced, though she didn't seem all that bothered. She held her hand up to where Lenn slapped her, her cheek turning slightly red.
"How dare you, Mira!?" Lenn scolded, "Do you have any idea how much pain and suffering Hinata had to go through? The poor thing was so hungry that she even began to hallucinate. She wanted to eat so badly that it nearly killed her, and now you're telling us that you made her go through hell itself all for the sake of some experiment? Have you lost your damn mind!?"
Lenn was furious. She didn't let the fact that she was unclothed and up against one of the most powerful individuals in the world stop her. She berated Mira like any older sister would. Mira, however, showed no anger in response as many had expected. Instead, she simply held her hands up in resignation.
"I know, I know. It was a mistake. I didn't expect Hinata to be in that much pain. It was my bad. Sorry for deceiving you all."
"Don't apologize to us. It's Hinata who deserves your apology!" Lenn snapped, "She's the one who had to suffer because of your nonsense."
"W-w-wait, Lenn!" Hinata interjected, "It's okay. I'm not upset or anything. Me and Mira already talked it through."
It was unusual for Hinata to interrupt a fight. Normally she was too intimidated to do so, but with her newfound resolve, she didn't hesitate to be the mediator.
"Hina-bunny? Are… are you sure?" Lenn's anger quickly dissipated in the presence of Hinata's gentle words. She didn't expect Hinata to jump in. While Lenn turned to look at Hinata, Mira threw Hinata a quick wink from behind.
Hinata smiled brightly, "Yes, let's not fight anymore. Everything is fine now. As long as everybody gets along, then I'm happy."
"Hinataaaa," Lenn suddenly teared up, overcome with emotion. She threw herself at Hinata's belly, hugging her fiercely.
"Oh, you wonderful, sweet little angel! You're so kind and generous to everyone. Of course I won't fight anymore!"
The other women mirrored Lenn's actions, each of them giving Hinata tearful stares as they were moved by Hinata's willingness to forgive and forget.
Hinata couldn't help but giggle to herself. These women were weird alright. But that's what Hinata loved about them. Mira even had to stifle a laugh herself as she watched the scene unfold.
"Well, now that everything is settled," Mira called out, "Let's get things going. There's something important that you all need to know."
As the emotions died down, the women soon turned their attentions towards Mira, each of them curious what this important thing was. Once Mira confirmed that all of them were listening, she continued.
"While you all were sleeping, me and Hinata had a chat. Before Hinata came here, I gave you all the order to not tell Hinata anything about the Angel Ascension plan. Well there's no need for that anymore because Hinata now knows the truth."
Gasps rang through the air as the villagers took this information in. Many of them shared glances and frantic muttering.
"Hinata knows, then does that mean-" Charlotte began.
"Hinata hasn't agreed to anything yet," Mira said, "You see, while you were napping, Hinata had quite a few complaints about all of you."
'Huh?' Hinata blinked. Complaints? What did Mira mean by that?
"C-c-c-complaints?" Lenn stuttered, suddenly sounded really nervous. In fact, the entire mood suddenly took a nosedive, with every single woman shivering in dread.
"Yes, Lenn, complaints," Mira stated, "Hinata was actually quite upset with you. She told me all about how none of you were treating her well enough. For you, Lenn, Hinata told me how you didn't make enough cakes for her," Mira said, trying to hold back a smirk, "And she was rather miffed over how there wasn't enough chocolate frosting on the 16th cake you gave her."
Lenn's jaw dropped, as if she had just heard the worst news of her life. Her face went pale.
"And you, Charlotte," Mira turned to the distraught blonde, "Hinata told me how you didn't break her diet nearly quick enough. She was telling me how cowardly you were for not shoving those pancakes down her throat from the very beginning.
"Ah…ah…" Charlotte was speechless, looking as if she had just found out her pet died.
"And you too, Nell," Mira glared at the meek green-haired girl next to Hinata, "Hinata said that you only made her orgasm around 70 times the last time you made love to her. You should know by now that Hinata can't be satisfied unless she breaks well above 100. You've been a lousy girlfriend."
"Eep!" Nell covered her mouth in shock, showing the same expression a girl would have after finding out her partner broke up with her.
"W-wait-" Hinata tried to interrupt. None of what Mira was saying was true at all. Hinata never said those things!
"As the same goes for the rest of you. You haven't been feeding and pampering Hinata nearly enough. Her meals have been too small, and your devotion hasn't been anyone near the level it should be at. Of course, Hinata wasn't going to tell you this because she's such a sweetheart, but I will. Keep this up, and Hinata might not want to be an angel if your shoddy treatment is all she gets."
'No! She's lying. She's tricking you all!' Hinata thought mentally. What was Mira thinking? Why was she telling them all these lies?
"AAHHHH! NO! I'M SORRY HINATA! I'M SO SORRY! I'LL BE A GOOD SERVANT FROM NOW ON! PLEASE DON'T HATE ME!" Lenn screamed, hugging Hinata tighter than ever.
"Dammit, I knew I should have just fed you from the start!" Charlotte berated herself while rubbing Hinata's side, "Please forgive me, Hinata. I won't do it again!"
"I'm so sorry Hinata," Nell was in literal tears as she held her hands in a begging position, "I had no idea I wasn't satisfying you enough. Please don't break up with me! I'll use as many clones as I can from now on, I promise!"
Every other woman apologized profusely to Hinata in their own way, each of them begging for forgiveness for not being good enough servants for their budding goddess. Mira on the other hand was having the time of her life. She was trying her hardest not to burst out laughing while Hinata found herself overwhelmed by sobbing women.
Hinata gave Mira an irritated look. She understood Mira's game now. This was all part of her plan to make the others go "all out". That mischievous little wench!
"Alright girls, enough messing around," Mira ordered through chuckles, "If you want to apologize to Hinata, the best way to do that is to treat her like a REAL angel. I want every single one of you to go 100%. Love Hinata. Feed Hinata. Worship Hinata. I want every inch of this village turned into the greatest Hinata shrine ever. Make it so that Hinata drowns in your love, and Hinata will reward you in turn."
"YES MIRA!"
The villagers scattered in mere seconds, all of them rushing to cook up what was bound to be the biggest breakfast ever, and leaving both Mira and Hinata alone.
"Mira…" Hinata said, giving an exasperated sigh.
"Hee hee, sorry, had to have a little fun there," Mira laughed, "But I do mean it. I'm going to make sure this week is the greatest week in your life. You're going to make your big decision soon, so I want to make sure that we do everything we can to convince you that our way is the best for you."
Hinata smiled. "Yes, I understand Mira. Thank you. Thank you for everything."
"You deserve no less, my angel."
Mira and Hinata shared a gaze filled with emotion. Hinata held nothing but pure gratitude for Mira. She no longer cared about Mira's sinister plans, or the frightening power she held. Mira understood Hinata to the very core, and she knew precisely what Hinata had missed all her life, and was more than willing to give it to her. For the first time, Hinata felt like she had a true friend.
"Oh, and I hope you don't mind if I start joining the fun too," Mira added with a wink.
"You too, Mira?"
"Yes, it's time I join the fray. I've been holding back all this time because your poor mind wouldn't have been able to handle it. But in your current state, your body and mind are more than ready. I hope you're prepared for me, Hinata, because I'm going to send you straight to heaven."
Hinata gulped, feeling both afraid and excited. She was going to feel the full power of Bountiful Fields, and she knew there would be no escape from it.
And to be honest, she looked forward to it.