"Kakashi-sensei, are... are you sure about this?"

Sasuke asked. Kakashi reclined on his seat, glancing at the paperwork in front of him. "What are you unsure about? There's nothing to worry about, Sasuke." Kakashi sighed, approving of an envoy to the Land of Lightning in a few days. "Your sarcasm isn't as funny nowadays. I am an ex-convict that was only pardoned because of my last minute repentance." The young adult folded his arms. "A pardon you gave to me. And now, you want to step down and have me be the next Hokage of the Leaf. Do you not see how bad of a look for the nation that is, Kakashi?"

Kakashi put down some of the documents onto the desk, before leaning in to address his former student. "I've got both of my eyes out these days, I'd say I can look about as well as I need to."

Sasuke scoffed, chuckling while still showing disagreement.

"Besides, I of course didn't plan for you to become the head of this country. With your whole 'rule with an iron fist' speech back then. However..." "Naruto, yeah..." Sasuke interrupted, head lowering to the side. "We still haven't even found a body. Whether he's dead or not, we can't say for certain. It's been years, though, and I can't wait around to fulfill his dream when you're far more fit of a leader than I ever was." Kakashi, seeing Sasuke still looking to the ground, stood up and walked over.

Sasuke felt a hand on his shoulder. "I know this feels wrong, Sasuke. That somehow, this was not how the world was supposed to turn out. But, at the very least, if you won't take the job for me, may you at least take it for Sakura? I can't have a man attempt personal exile when he's a dad; you're practically forced to stay in Konoha with this position." Kakashi patted the right shoulder once more, before taking his hand off the troubled man. With a sigh, Sasuke stood up as well. "Fine, I will accept the title of Hokage" Sasuke said, thinking of all the missions he had went on-behalf of this village. "I'm accepting it for the sake of Naruto; the slacker probably would like the seat warm anyhow before he takes the mantle from me in some death battle."

"Guess it's settled then. Well, I'm off to tell your wife you miraculously agreed; probably will make a jab at how you're doing this just to not have to come home as often."

"You're an asshole, sensei." Sasuke said with a smirk, as Kakashi shut the door behind him. The coronation would likely begin next week, once the news comes out about Kakashi's successor. Sasuke looked out to view the village. The past 15 years have been of pure peace, with few major threats to any of the Great Nations. Naruto was right; the world didn't need a God to watch over.

Naruto would've loved to see this new Konoha.

The last person who claims to have seen him was Hinata. Her teenaged son would indicate that to be true, but she has given no details as to where or even when their 'exchange' was. Likewise, she has become much of a shut-in, isolating and being more recluse than she was back in the Academy.

Sasuke, being as deductive as he was, didn't ever buy Hinata's claims, in spite of the whiskered, blonde-haired boy she raises alone. Naruto would never leave a family behind, he believes it. Hinata and him likely were together right before the Great Ninja War, explaining how she was pregnant during that timeframe... He thought. Either Hinata lied about bedding Naruto, or Naruto passed away... due to me... He of course hoped the first was the correct explanation, as he did not want the blood loss caused from their final exchange to be the reason Boruto has no father, and why Hinata has no husband. "May we meet again, old friend."

A Week Later...

"Boruto, get off your phone, you're not even dressed yet!"

The blue-haired lady bickered at her boy, pinching his ear. "Ow, mom! Fine, geez!" Boruto put the device on the couch, getting up to his mom's demand. "Also, I already told you to call me Bolt! Boruto is a stupid name!" His mom, who had ran into his room to get him his proper attire, stormed over. "Young man, you will not say such rude things! Your name is in honor of your father, the greatest ninja who ever lived." She huffed, tossing him his clothes for the Hokage ceremony, causing Boruto to almost drop the outfit. "If he's so great, why has he never, and I mean never, came and even said 'hi' to me? He's home less often than Sarada's dad is, and he's apparently gonna be our new king.

Hinata, stuck in her delusions formed over 10 years before, did not want to address her boy.

Hinata used to try to raise her baby correctly, to be a good mother. She tried to have him grow up normally, but turned stricter and stricter caused by some deep-seeded hatred, somewhere lurking within her. She came to see something about the boy that gave her bad emotions; some memory locked away in her isolated mind that gave her trauma. By the time he was 10 and enrolled in Konoha Academy, it was evident he was not going to be a normal boy; he was born in a timeframe where no kids would be close to his age. All the other boys, such as Shikadai, were half a decade younger than he was, and he was already showing signs of future delinquency. None of the other moms of the village understood her, and her relationships strained with those villagers who didn't believe Naruto to be her child's father.

Her boy ruined some of her friendships, and the brat wasn't grateful enough to have a mother like her to deserve her at her best.

"Get dressed, we have about 30 minutes left before we have to go," Hinata, holding onto her formal dress, went towards the bathroom. "I'll be changing in the wash. Go to your room. If you're not changed within the next 10 minutes, you're gonna be getting more than just 64 palms."

With that, the woman went off to change. Boruto sighed, annoyed at how frustrating it can be being around this naggy lady. Everyone in Konoha says how nice mom is, when in reality, she's a real pain in the ass. Boruto has no one to complain to, as everyone around him is far too young to be friends with him, or too old to relate with him. Clicking the phone to blacken the screen, Boruto got up with a groan to put on his outfit. Walking over to his room, he began to take off his pajamas. "Ugh, MOMMM! You gave me the wrong shirt!" Boruto shouted, trying to get his mother's attention. "I swear she makes things hard for me on purpose," Boruto shook his head, tossing the wrong clothes aside on his bed.

"MOM!" He yelled louder, and yet, still was given no response.

"God damn it, Mom." Boruto angrily scoffed, walking over to the bathroom without thinking to put back on his stuff.

Hinata had her hair curled up into a ball, trying to keep it dry before her much needed rinse. The water had been running for the past minute and a half, and she had made the room nice and steamy. The young bitch did not consider the potentiality of her baby Bolt needing to use the restroom for the next 10 to 25 minutes, for her skin being supple was more important than him wetting himself. With her dress of on the shelf, Hinata began dropping her soiled clothes. Her bra slipped off from shoulder to shoulder, falling down to her torso, before she heard the door slam open.

"MOM, I SAID YOU GAVE ME THE WRONG SHIR-"

Boruto was in the middle of giving his mom a piece of his mind, when his eyes got stuck on his mama's wide ass. Hinata, hearing the door open, turned around and saw her boy creep up naked.

"Eeeek! "

Hinata screeched, holding her bra back up. Boruto stayed at the doorway, transfixed. For a moment, he had seen the forbidden nipples perking themselves at him. With them concealed selfishly, Boruto had to look elsewhere, and transferred his eyes to the lower regions of his mom; her clean-shaven pussy splitting the neurons of his brain with just her slit. Boruto's mouth began to quiver, feeling his first signs of teenage hormonal rushes.

Just then, his eyes were covered. Hinata had mistakenly tossed her beige booby cuppers to blind her son without a thought in her deluded mind. Boruto, now aware of what happened, took the caverns covering his vision, and looked at them head on. He saw his mom, with one arm over her voluptuous breasts and the other shielding her kitty. Her legs were twisted, exposing a bit of her bare bottom off on the side, and giving Boruto a clear look at this 32 year-old woman's figure.

Boruto squeezed the bra, gauging the size of Mama's milkers that he had milked many moons ago. "Boruto, drop my bra this instant! Then get the FUCK out of this room!" Hinata, for the first time, showed true ferocity, barking like the mad dog she was inside. She had been hardened from her experience with her encounters with past Boruto, and the trauma that was endured from being entrapped by a golden hair brat.

He paused, before letting the bra fall to the ground. His hand which gripped the soft fabric shook, began actualizing itself. His latent genes, untapped from his lack of training in this next generation was unfurling from the dark, lewd thoughts springing up. He soon 'sprung' up himself, having been hardened from his experience with his encounters with present Hinata, and the way she was looking at him in disgust. In the moment, she wasn't 'Mom', she was to become 'a Mom'.

With him as her breeder.

"I told you," Boruto's eye flared a unique white and gray, akin to a yin-yang. "My name is Bolt. Bolt Uzumaki."

The young mother's guts rearranged as her 'growing' boy grew more and more; Bolt's throbbing mass expanding from being surrounded by the best pussy in all of Konoha.

Hinata gripped at the hems of the shower curtain, trying to find balance and remain standing as her baby thrusted, and thrusted, and thrusted again. She had been speed blitzed, not prepared for an attack. Her byukagan was rusty, while her baby's sexdrive was freshly awakened. The new Yellow Flash took his opportunity strike perfectly, and managed to pierce his mother for the first time in this timeline.

It didn't take long before the force of the pounding caused the poor victim to accidentally kick her tub, bruising her ankles whilst also causing soap to fall onto the tiled floor. Not noticing this -her focus being on how to not be absolutely wrecked by her own son- Hinata lost her stance to her dropped soap, forcing her legs to wobble and and their bodies to collapse into the bathtub. The shower curtains were dragged with them, crashing and falling, knocking the water handle back to pouring water. The steamy bath, nearly filled up, splashed all over the bathroom floor as their bodies displaced the fluid to make room for the sexing bodies.

Bolt was fine, having been atop of his mother as she fell and hit her head on the sides of their nesting spot. Hinata's head was bonked by the falling curtain rack, just as Bolt's head reached the peak of its golden mushroom acceleration. Her rack splashed about in the flurry of the gushing water. Her body flailed, gasping as she drank up her own bathwater mixed with their sweat caused from the steam on their dripping bodies. The Uzumaki drill was now fully primed and prepped to begin striking the rich, sweet earth of his mommy's womb, to spill creamy oil from inside himself all the way into her self.

Here, was where Bolt was going to make Hinata have this new world's Himawari.

The boy jizzed out of his engorged spout, washing his mom's insides clean with his patented quarter Uzumaki sperm. Her body was coated in the dense, frothy bathbomb as her inner walls were coated in the dense, slimy spunk. Bolt cooed, indulging in this almost nostalgic feeling. He was young, younger than a boy should be expected to do such an act. His mother was not, and her bodies experience in being wrapped around his penis was now cumming to light. Bolt wasn't meant to rape his mom, but it was better to become a man and fuck his at-home goddess here than to engage in a brutal deathgame as he had heard about time and time again from the adults.

Here in the bathroom was no deathgame, but the new, 'badass' Hinata died as quickly as it was birthed.

As this was all cumming together, Hinata was falling apart at the seams. Her mind had looped in on itself, having her physical self being subjected to the very sort of trauma she had repressed 13 years ago. She recalled the twisted smile of her assailant, the cruel pride of her conqueror, the smug joy he had from dominating her, all lying within her horrid teenaged kid who was currently getting her laid in twisted, cruel, and smug fashion. The water that was meant to warm her and relax her, was now scalding and making her have to be cognizant of the burning sensations and heated torture she was experiencing deep in her lower body. The goal seemed to be the same for both this boy's true father and the boy now...

Have her become pregnant, and ruin her life.

Her head kept banging on the bathtub, as her son kept banging her so he may deposit upon her blood-related eggs all that could possible be deposited. Bolt gave it his all, no longer a slacker by unlocking his true potential as a Hinata fucker.

"Mom...Mom..." Bolt said, eyes rolling back as he thrusted, feeling the floodgates within his balls collapse. This sensation was beyond understanding, the cum seemingly guided out of him knowing that it was entering Hinata Hyuga. He envisioned a reality where Hinata was a caring mother, and where he was to encounter great foes as his "dad" had before. He would be the new head of a sequel saga. He could feel his orgasms getting to him, and he shut his eyes tightly, before hugging his mom tightly. His lower half was moving on autopilot, choosing to continue until the semen ship had nothing left to deliver.

"Naru...Naru..." Hinata said, eyes shuttering as she wept, feeling the cleansing of her skin not cleanse her soiled vagina nor spirits. The more the sloshing, warm soap water brushed upon her skin, the more she felt the warm cum sloshing within her. She envisioned a reality, one that felt quite real and true, where she was in a loving family with her lost love; one where he was to be Hokage and not her love's rival. She was a happy mother of two, and the wife to the hero who saved the Ninja world. That reality was not what she was facing now; her reality here was to be really and truly squeezed of all her remaining innocence. With her dream of being with Naruto being replaced with the face of Bolt, she let her body go cold, and let the concussions knock her out to avoid feeling herself be knocked up beyond comprehension.

They were certainly going to be late to the coronation of Sasuke, and so will be this month's period.

It was just A Week Off, now it was all looking to be Nine Months Delivered