Hinata's New Lifestyle (Patreon)

Tags: Extreme weight gain, sex, mentions of pregnancy at the end. 

Hi all, working on the second Pudgy original story for this month, but still wanted to give you some content! Hope you enjoy Hinata blimping out!

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“Naruto? What do you think?” Hinata turned, showing off her hair. It was short, falling just below her ears. Her delicate fingers played with it, amazed at how short the hairdresser had cut it. “I thought it might make me look more mature. Now I’m afraid I look like my mom.” Hinata turned again, letting her black hair spin around her neck. Naruto drank Hinata in, but he was hardly staring at her hair. Instead, his eyes were glued to the rest of her body. Hinata had grown chubby in the years following the Fourth Ninja War. Almost a decade of peace and prosperity was written upon Hinata’s generous curves and soft folds. She wore a traditional robe, colored in her usual shade of lavender. The robe clung to her body, showing the nubile and sumptuous folds that she had been cultivating. Her stomach pushed against the middle of the robes. A round belly with a deep navel pressed into the fabric, whilst lovehandles tucked fabric under their girth. Hinata’s breasts filled the bustline of the yukata, almost making the dress obscene. Sprouting from the bottom of the dress were chubby calves. The young hokage cataloged every roll and fold. He was lost in lecherous reflection as Hinata turned again. 

“Naruto? What do you think?” The soft Hyuga heiress asked her husband. Worry touched her soft voice, concerned that maybe the haircut had been too much. There had been so many other changes to her body, perhaps Naruto had hit his limits. She wasn’t as young as she had been once. Had her flower started to wilt?

“Oh! Sorry, just blinded by how beautiful you are! Heh. . .”Naruto’s head snapped up, torn painfully away from Hinata’s curves. He looked at her pale, worried eyes and chunky neck. There really was no place on her that had not received the mark of his feedings and care. Naruto stood up from the couch, needing to touch what he had spent so long observing. “Just means there’s less getting in the way of us.” Naruto prowled around Hinata. His hips found the curve of her butt whilst his hands coddled her stomach. She was pillowy soft, having a body that matched her personality. Naruto had always known that Hinata was not made for the rough and dangerous life of ninja. Rather, she was meant for indulgence. Slowly growing bigger against the backdrop of suburban life was what Hinata was made for. Naruto danced against this softness, feeling it jiggle against his muscles. 

“Narutoooo. . .” Hinata moaned, her hand reaching backwards to squeeze at his thigh. “That’s not what I asked!” She melted into his arms, letting her weight rest against him fully. Hinata was 200 pounds of overfed housewife. Though she stayed busy with chores, that was not enough to stave off the constant pour of calories into her mouth and stomach. She swayed back and forth to Naruto’s swinging hips. He danced her through the living room, winding their way into his lair: the kitchen. 

“I thought my answer was pretty good! What should I have said?” Naruto asked, spinning the two of them around so he could knock open the door with his back. Without looking he knew precisely the layout of the kitchen and everything resting on the table and counters. Few husbands in Konoha were so attached to their kitchen as Naruto was. It was here that he devised new concoctions and plans for furthering Hinata’s slow creep into obesity. Even as he toyed with Hinata, the young hokage was mentally planning to get more treats down her throat. “Ask me again!” He said, spinning Hinata into a chair at the small kitchen table. Hinata landed with a smile and ripples spreading through her chub. Her dress was all the tighter when she was sitting. Her butt spread outwards, pushing against the threads which held the dress together. Her breasts bounced, threatening to open the Yukata to its fullest point. Her belly spilled out onto her lap, the outline of her deep navel imprinted on the floral dress. Naruto looked at Hinata’s fat before turning around to grab some food. It was a cake and milk evening for sure. 

Hinata sighed, knowing what was coming next. “I was wondering what you thought of my new haircut.” She shrugged her shoulders. She felt her breasts tugging on her dress. If they got any bigger, Hinata could borrow bras from Lady Tsunade. “I don’t look too. . .old do I?” She asked as Naruto sat again. Two plates of cake clattered against the table, followed by glasses of milk. Hinata reached over and took her plate, feeling her belly bulge onto the table. Ever so slightly chubby fingers pulled the cake to her. She watched as Naruto handed the glass of milk over. Hinata’s sharp eyes caught that the motion was just a little too quick. He was always excited to see her eat. Hinata knew that she had a second question to ask Naruto that day, but it could wait until she got an answer about her hair. 

“Of course I like it!” It was Naruto’s turn to be nervous, though his emotions sprang from giddiness. Just watching scoop cake off of her plate was enough to make his heart palpitate. She leaned over slowly, hand under her chubby chin to catch any crumbs. Her short hair swished about her ears, almost highlighting how thick her neck had become. He scooted his chair closer, ignoring his own section of cake. He had gotten good at hiding his eating. The cake would either be slipped to Hinata or put back in the fridge for later. Naruto had found every trick in the book to funneling extra calories to his wife. It was only his growing excitement that gave him away. The brash young man had a hard time hiding any of his feelings. Hinata, always looking to see what made Naruto love her more, had long noticed the building pattern. 

“Well that’s good. I’m glad you like it.” Hinata said, putting hand on Naruto’s thigh. “Do you like it more or less than me gaining weight?” She followed up before she lost her nerve. 

Milk shot from Naruto’s mouth. “Wha-what?” He turned red. “How did you notice. . .I mean. . .I think you’re still plenty skinny!” Visions of the young boy that Naurto had once been always came out when he was nervous or caught in perversion. Try as he might to be the wise and mature hokage, some things could never be fully outgrown. 

“It’s ok, Naruto.” Hinata smiled, happy to have gotten the upper hand on her husband once more. “I just wanted to check.” 

“Hah. . .guess it was kind of obvious.” Naruto leaned back in his chair, scratching the back of his head. “You sure you don’t mind?” 

“Not at all. Especially if you like it.” Hinata smiled, putting a big piece of frosting in her mouth. 

Naruto smiled, cockiness returning. “Want to gain some more?” He asked, already sensing what the answer was going to be. 

--- New Lifestyle ---

“You look happy.” Naruto said, locking his elbow against Hinata's. Years of work as the hokage had not diminished the sinewy muscle underneath. However, next to Hinata’s, Naruto’s arm looked like they had been carved from twigs; though hers were distinctly marshmallow in composition. Naruto’s elbow and bicep were hidden under flabby pillows, secreted away into soft caves of blubber. What had once been a defined elbow with separation between forearm and upper arm, was now a confused mass of jiggling. Those jiggles renewed their strength as the two walked through the town Hinata’s heavy body took any opportunity to move, loving to dance and play merrily. Her arm fat jumped up and down whilst her stomach rolled from side to side. Her buttcheeks rose and fell, tugging at her dress; each trying to outdo the other. Hinata’s body was a symphony of movement, each element of her blubber coming together in harmony to display her obesity. 

“I’m just enjoying our walk.” Hinata’s voice was quiet as usual. The smile she wore upon her round face said far more than she ever could. Naruto studied Hinata’s body more than her words. Bubbly, round cheeks pushed against her hair. Her hair had started to lengthen out again, trailing down onto cheeks with significantly more mass. Now close to 400 lbs, every part of the Hyuga heiress was starting to expand outwards. Her stomach was a single ball of fat, slightly drooping as gravity tugged it down. Her breasts toyed with the idea of reaching up to touch her double chin. They would flow to the limits of Hinata’s dress, doubling back like a wave hitting a retaining wall. The pair of wobbly softballs would crest upwards, eager for more things to jiggle against. Within those jiggles, Naruto could see just a little bit of pride that had not been there before. Hinata was enjoying her weight gain. 

“Think you will enjoy this new restaurant?” Naruto chose not to elaborate on his thought. Instead shifting the topic to something even more enjoyable to discuss. He pressed closer, quietly feeling her bulk push back. Her fat both reached out and rebuffed him. Hinata spread wider every day. “I heard that Akimichi ladies like going here. It’s been their new favorite lunch spot.” 

“That’s a good recommendation then!” Hinata piped up quickly, almost nervous in her response. She walked a little faster, her stomach bouncing even more. Naruto’s quick eyes caught Hinata shifting her posture. She stood a little straighter, pushing her stomach against the already confines of her dress. Hinata wanted to show off a little. Wordlessly and as shyly as possible, the timid tubby woman was going to show off what she and Naruto had accomplished thus far. The blonde man smiled, stretching his hand from around her elbow to around her waist. Her arm sank into piled up love handles, resting just above her butt. The two buttcheeks chugged like pistons on an engine, constantly pumping to keep her portly body in motion. Naruto teased a love hand, rubbing it between his fingers. 

“Going to be hungry enough? I know I fed you a pretty big snack before leaving.” Naruto widened his hands, allowing more blubber to fall into his palm. “Those dumplings were pretty large.” Naruto made his point by patting Hinata’s butt. 

“Naruto!” Hinata’s whisper was nervous and shocked. The pride that had snuck into Hinata’s waddle vanished, afraid that people would look at her. “We’re in public. . .people will notice!” She tried to pull away, wanting to haul her blubber away from her husband, but was kept in place. Hinata might now have been twice Naruto’s size, but he was far stronger. His hand gave a quick squeeze to one of her gigantic buttcheeks, before sliding back up to the plateau of lovehandles. 

“Honey, I think people are already going to notice that you’re a little fat now.” Minimizing just how big Hinata had gotten was another pastime for the Hokage. 

“That’s not the same as. . .” Hinata trailed off. She put her hands together, squeezing the chubby digits for protection against perceived social judgment. Though, as she rubbed her hands, her breasts were pushed up by her arms. They surged outward, blooming out of their lavender prisons. The cups of her bra had performed admirably, but were overpowered by the walls of bicep blubber closing in. It was only the sheer mass of Hinata’s arms that kept her boobs from being fully exposed to the world. Instead, passerbys saw a deep well which formed as her breasts touched. The large melons snuggled like hogs near a purple trough. “Oooh. . .Naruto. . .we shouldn’t. . .” Hinata shivered, her body jiggling furiously as social anxiety worked through her fat as slow tremors. Those tremors were only calmed a bit as Naruto slowly spun her around. 

“You shouldn’t worry so much!” Naruto hugged Hinata, his body snaking between her waiting rolls. “This is about you, me, us having fun.” He rocked his hips back and forth, taking her weight upon his thinner body. “The town will just have to get used to you enjoying yourself a little.” Naruto tightened his arms. His wife’s fat flopped over his arms, hugging back even though her arms were at her side. “Konoha will just have to get used to that!” 

“Naruto. . .” Hinata started, groaning. His speeches were always corny, more about passion than logic. Yet, they always seemed to work. Hinata’s arms rose, finding their way across his back. “I’ll try. . .just. . .uhm. . .” She tried to find her confidence, searching for any word that were fitting. Thankfully, a loud and long grumble from her stomach helped provide them. “. . .just make sure I stay full!” 

--- Sultry Conversation ---

“Your hair is getting longer again.” Naruto ruffled Hinata’s head. The two sat on the couch together, each absorbed in their different tasks. Hinata was eating, shoving her face into yet another oversized ramen bowl. What was a bowl meant to serve a family was easily devoured by the Hyuga woman. Hinata lifted the bowl, letting her plump lips sample the noodles and broth. Her thick throat wobbled as she ate, rounded by the hundreds of pounds she had packed on. Hinata found her appetite expanding at an even quicker rate than her gut. Meals that had filled her on previous stuffing sessions were now little more than appetizers. The quiet woman shoved her face further into the bowl, lifting it high above her jiggling breasts and stomach. Hinata took up a lot of the couch now, her hips shoving from the middle to the side. Naruto was more than happy to tuck himself partially under one cheek, the rest of him pushed into the back of the couch. Hinata got into her feedings now. 500 pounds of former ninja bounced up and down on the couch and her husband. “It looks good.” 

“Mmmgghghph. . .BBBLUUURRUUP. . .thank you. . but. . is that really what you should be most focused on?” Hinata set the bowl down for a moment. Marriage had gone a long way to making her bolder and more confident. The weight had seemingly helped as well. Having a goal to stride for, an objective marker for how much more attractive she was becoming to her husband meant a lot. Hinata truly went out on a limb and wiggled her hips a bit, slopping the hefty cheeks further onto Naruto. “Are you maybe. . .missing something?” She asked before returning to her food, providing another hint as to what Naruto should be concerned with. 

“I just didn’t want any part of you to go unnoticed.” Naruto squeezed a roll, rubbing one of Hinata’s shelves of back flab between his thumb and forefinger. Her light jacket was utterly dominated by the advancing tides of fat. There was no space left within the lavender fabric, with much of Hinata’s gut fat escaping as a single roll. Her lap was filled with blubber, hiding the small pajama shorts she had on. Even Hinata’s comfort clothing had become less comfortable recently. Tailors and dressmakers that worked primarily with Akimichi women were starting to struggle with Hinata’s size. Mostly, they struggled with how quickly she could grow. Naruto, meanwhile, had no issues with handling his wife’s soft blubber. From pinching a roll he moved towards massaging her bloated gut. “Some parts are easier to appreciate than others.” Naruto shifted his hips, lightly thrusting upwards. As fat as Hinata had gotten, he was still more than capable of lifting her body. Though, he dreamed of a day when his strength might falter. 

“Naaarrruuu. . .” Hinata’s voice was low and breathy. She moaned, finishing her bowl of ramen at a convenient time. She squealed again as she felt his hips buck. Her flabby body jumped, leaking ever more out of her clothes. She blushed, knowing well the intention behind her husband's actions. She had dangled a carrot in front of him, now he had come to collect. Her hips slid back and forth. She oozed rather than danced, sliding upon the thick fat which had collected upon her derriere. Her thick buns kneaded Naruto’s lap, big and bouncy enough to meet his ribcage. Hinata rode her husband’s lap. Passive sexuality was something she felt comfortable with. It was time to be more active. Not only could she cultivate her fat, she could use it for their mutual pleasure as well. 

“Keep going.” Naruto was encouraging, though his voice was barely above a whisper. Hinata’s gigantic asscheeks bounded across his lap. Naruto sucked in air, feeling his cock growing large and tight. Hinata squeaked, sensing the large rod through the myriad jiggles on her rump. She started to stand, but fat stole her balance. The 500 pound woman tumbled back down onto her husband’s lap, burying his hips under an avalanche of fat. The violence of her sloshing gut made her jacket snap off. Hinata moaned as her paunch slid forward, unobstructed by any clothing. Her breasts followed suit, sloping off to either side of her stomach. Hinata was confused, unsure if she should cover her nakedness or embrace it. Arms thick with fat traveled upwards, hands pathetically tried to cover her pointed nipples. Even the unintentional movements of the obese woman were a blessing to Naruto’s cock. Hinata’s body was a gift, sent to bless the gods of love and passion. She was unfocused sexuality, and it was Naruto’s job to guide her. 

“Don’t worry about it.” He said, slipping her out of the jacket. Hinata shivered with excitement as Naturo’s hands slid up and down her pillowy forearms. As the ruined jacket was taken from around her shoulders, Hinata began to dance again. She tried to imagine what a geisha might do as her kimono was removed by a lover. She planted her feet against the soft fabric of the floor, needing all the leverage possible to keep her heft in motion. Her back was exposed gradually, with under arm rolls and love handles waving to Naruto. They invited him forward, even if their owner was a little nervous. He snuggled his face into her neck, slowly kissing his way down to one of the flabby pockets where her arm began to crease. Hinata breathed deeply. “Just don’t stop. Never stop,” Naruto spoke slowly before kissing her. He wanted to bury his face in every possible roll. There was a seemingly endless expanse of feminine obesity to explore. He wanted to gratify her as only a true appreciator of size could. His hands wrapped around her stomach as he shifted up again. Naruto gave a strong thrust of his hips upward. Even through her pajama shorts, Hinata could feel the throbbing of his member. She blushed, more eager for something than she had been in her entire life.  

Naruto slid his hands further down Hinata’s soft middle. His arms widened as he moved, accommodating the girth that Hinata had so easily put on. He did not stop until his hands touched her fluffy pajama bottoms. Naruto locked his thumbs into her pants, tugging at them. Amidst Hinata’s shifting and wiggling, Naruto slowly peeled the tight shorts off. They had been glued to her creamy thighs, pushed to their utmost limits by the constant expansion of their owner. Hinata’s beautiful rump was slowly exposed to the light. When Naruto’s fingers could no longer reach, she kicked the shorts off. Her formerly slim, but still graceful legs shimmied the pants off. Hinata was finally fully naked, her pale and pink body bared for Naruto’s pleasure. He kissed the back of her chubby neck, lips moving a bit of fat that had collected. Not content with having her just on his lap, Naruto began to move Hinata. She spun, once again facing the blonde man. She looked shyly down, looking instead at his muscles at the obvious, large bulge in his pants. She giggled nervously when he disrobed. 

“You look amazing.” Naruto said with a grin. He kissed Hinata and laid her back on the sofa. She followed his lead, letting herself be cradled by the stuffing of the couch. Her hair, now a little longer than it had been weeks ago, brushed about her neck. She put her hands behind her head, biting her thumb in anticipation. She closed her eyes, feeling Naruto enter her. Hinata moaned, a tightness filling her thighs. She tilted her head back, second chin bouncing. Naruto began to pump, thrust his cock deep into her. Naruto gave strong, steady thrusts of his hips; Hinata’s fat jumping along in time. Her whole body would shift on the couch, fat flying in all directions. Naruto moved quicker, steadily picking up the pace. Hinata’s gut slapped against his pelvis, a wet sound filling the room. She gasped over and over, for once in her life not caring how loud she was. 

“Harder, harder. . .aaaaah. . .Naruto!” She gasped the words out. Naruto obliged, using all of his strength and animalistic lust. He slowed only to kiss her, letting both of them catch their breath. The pauses were only momentary. Her warm pussy enveloped his cock. Pleasure started to overwhelm Naruto. Sensation ran through his body. His hand groped a breast whilst his other squeezed one of her rolls. She squirmed beneath him, using muscles that she had flexed in months. She was a juicy dollop of fat, a fuckable boulder that was tight in the places that mattered. Sweat beaded on both of them, their bodies mingling. Naruto pressed his chest to Hinata’s, feeling the warmth and undulations of her fat. “I’m glad. . .aaaah. . .” Hinata tried to speak, constantly cut off by her own lust. She nibbled her lips. “. . .ah-ah-ah. . .you’ve made me. . . so fat!” She screamed finally, unable to stop herself from climaxing. “Maaaake meee. . .aaaah. . .BIIIIIIGGER!” She yelled, her back arching upwards as she was possessed by carnal lust. She slumped down into a puddle of fat seconds later. 

Naruto, his part completed, nestled next to her. The pair shifted on the couch. Naruto wrapped his arms under her floppy biceps. He used her body as a blanket. The two shared warmth in the afterglow of their copulation. “That was amazing.” Naruto kissed Hinata. “Always a natural.” He paused, letting the complements sink in. “I think it will be even better when you are bigger.” He slapped Hinata’s thigh, eliciting a squeak from her.   

--- Stuck In Bed ---

“Hey, going to spend all day in bed?” Naruto asked before dodging a very limply thrown pillow. The fluffy, food stain covered pillow fell underwhelmingly at his feet. He looked up, grinning at the woman that had thrown it. Already her flabby arms were reaching for another one.

“You know. . .very well. . .uuuhhff. . .I have. . .to!” Hinata struggled first to pick up another pillow and then to throw it. Arms as thick as juvenile tree trunks jiggled, the sacks of blubber sloping onto the mess that was the rest of her body. The bed underneath her groaned as her flabby, roly-poly bulk shifted over slowly. Rolls shifted, giving as gravity pushed them along. Hinata seemed to move in slow motion, unable to rush any more. Her breasts were the next to slide. Fat and overripe watermelons slid. The pillow came closer to her sausage fingers, almost within grasp. The Hyuuga heiress was nearly naked, with only a stretch band around her breasts. It did little good, being mostly folded under her breasts and over her gut. Her stomach folded over a thigh, moving like a boulder of dough. The pale fat dribbled sweat as it moved, staining the bed beneath. She wheezed and panted, struggling to move even a little bit. Finally, the soft spoken woman picked up the pillow and tossed it at her husband. 

Naruto kicked the pillow up in the air and returned it skillfully. The difference in their movements was stark. He was skillful and agile, having not lost a step even though he was the hokage. She, on the other hefty hand, was slow and clumsy. Despite her reserved nature, the lavender eyed woman had to move in large and bombastic ways. Even then, those movements were limited to her plush mattress. Hinata was mounted on the wide bed, covering much with ease. Naruto had made good on his promise to feed and fatten her. Hinata had nearly doubled her weight, allowing her appetite to run riot. It had led to predictable and succulent results. 

“I’m sure I could figure out a way to take you on a walk.” Naruto slid onto the small sliver of bed that remained unclaimed. He nestled into Hinata’s warm fat. “That is, if you don’t mind getting a little sweaty.” He laughed, feeling her looming over him. Though he was taller, in bed Hinata was a looming mountain of fat. She spread outward like a volcano, an especially apt comparison given Naruto’s prodding. 

“I most certainly do mind!” Hinata glared at Naruto. She allowed gravity to pull her fat down, moving like a mudslide over his face and torso. Naruto gasped and choked, loving and hating his burial by blubber. Hinata smiled, feeling the muffled shouts through her flab. She leaned further over, grinding her husband into the ruined mattress. Her hair, now back to its usual long length, cascaded over broad and doughy shoulders. Hinata only stopped pressing Naruto to vainly try to pull up her chest covering. Her widely spaced, heaving breasts bounced upon her stomach. Her gut rested as two rolls, each trying to outgrow the other. They flooded down, pouring between thunder thighs. “You’re supposed to be feeding me. Not making me work.” Hinata huffed. 

Naruto pulled himself out from under Hinata’s fat. He moved like a serpent, sliding onto his wife’s gut. “But you just ate! There’s got to be something more fun we could do.” He purred. Beneath him soft fat rose and fell in time with Hinata’s breaths. It was hard to believe how huge she had gotten. “Could you just try to move for me?” Naruto ventured, feeling daring. He smacked a thigh that was nearly as big around as he was. “I love watching you move. . .or try to anyway.” Naruto, thinking he was sly, gave a devious chuckle. He was rewarded first by Hinata dropping a hefty hand on his head. 

“I’m not just a meat puppet to play with.” She scolded him. “I’m your wife and I need love and care. . .” A long and low reverberation passed through Hinata. The bed shook underneath her, vibrated by the growls of hunger and then by the resulting jiggles of fat. “. . .and to be fed.” She finished, her stomach growling again. She felt her husband's trousers stiffen, his cock massaged into action by the constant shifting of her body.

“What if we worked up to supper?” Naruto, on the prowl once more, inched up Hinata’s fat. One hand slinked around the back of her neck, squeezing one of her neck rolls. Naruto pulled himself up closer. Sandwiched between Hinata’s gigantic breasts, he pumped his hips twice. “We could do something that would get you really hungry!” Naruto suggested. His hips drove into her stomach. It was like shoving wet sand, though only slightly more cohesive. Naruto shivered as Hinata’s large belly folds warped around his cock. Few things were as inviting as her body. He leaned in, kissing her heavy neck. What had once been straight and aquiline was now molded into a series of rolls. Hinata was all curves and most of those were warping from sheer weight. 

Hinata considered the offer. It was tough to be between meals. Naruto had stoked her gut like a furnace, teaching it how to roar and grow. Yet, she had other appetites. “Ooooooh. . .Naruto. . .” She whispered, her demeanor softening. Most of her anger was performative, either to play along with Naruto or finagle more food. “. . .you have to feed me right away after.” Hinata sighed, laying back on the bed. She exposed her soft neck and chins more for Naruto’s mouth to play with. While his lips did find their mark, his hand did as well. Hinata gave a long and low moan as the stretchy fabric was stolen from around her breasts. It was the single article of clothing that she wore, the only thing that separated her from nakedness. For some reason, removing that band was more lewd than any undressing had been when she was skinny. Hinata spent her entire life on the brink of perpetual nakedness, with only the merest hint of fabric to keep her modest. 

Naruto again slid down Hinata’s body. With the band removed, his wife’s breasts seemed to grow. They were allowed to reach their fullest potential, sliding off to either side of her. With no clothing, she was an endless sea of rolling pink. Her body was almost confusing to the eye, though inviting to touch. She gasped as Naruto placed a hand over one large breast, fondling the fat nipple at the tip. He struggled out of his clothes. His cock slotted between Hinata’s stomach rolls. It was damp and warm and shaped around his thick member. He began to gyrate. Hinata shifted under the sexual pressure. Naruto rose and fell more from the thick undulations of Hinata’s stomach than he did from the sex. Each pump of his hips earned a greater pushback from Hinata’s folds. She sighed and moaned, her belly tickled in a lurid way. Far beneath her gut, her pussy gushed. Her thighs clapped together, forced by whatever muscle still remained to her.

The bed shook as Naruto worked harder. His back arched and his hands sunk into the fields of gooey blubber. Sweat ran in rivers down Hinata’s flab. She threw her head backwards, squeaking and trembling. Sex had become ever more pleasurable as she had grown more immobile. Her body was a paradise of movement, constantly shaking and quivering. The ticklish, heavy feeling was inescapable. Trapped as she was by her heavy form, she had little choice but to accept Naruto’s cock. “Aaaaaah! Haaah-arder. . .Naruuuuuuto!” She gasped. Her thick fingers pulled at the army of pillows which propped her up. Her round, wide back slapped at the head board. Naruto obeyed, nearly lifting her up. Hinata’s breasts bounced, flying up into the air with pathetic bounces. Her butt, anchored to the bed, devoured the sheets. Her thick back rolls flapped atop her butt. Clapping filled the room until it was overtaken by a shriek from Hinata. She climaxed, falling into a soggy and tired heap. 

The two lay panting, each thoroughly exhausted. Naruto spread his arms out, hugging Hinata’s body. She was almost unhuggable for how huge she had become. The smaller man rode the waves of plush blubber, moving with the tides of Hinata’s gasping breaths. She had done little during their amorous play, but was still tired. It took full minutes before she was able to speak. Her long hair draped over her face, arms too weary to pull it back. It was only a persistent and growing grumble in her stomach that gave her the strength to speak. “Oooo-aaah-kaay. . .Naruto. . .time for. . .food!” She demanded, her beast of a stomach already awakened. Naruto, too tired to stand, flashed the appropriate hand signs. In a puff of smoke, an army of himself appeared ready to take on any task that Hinata could come up with.

--- Home Visit ---

Hinata moved nervously on her bed. She tried to cross her arms, lobbing the partially depleted flour bags over her breasts. Movement as mundane as expelling nervous energy had become a tiring slog. She was meant for relaxation, to collect food and fat and the amorous advances of her husband. In most cases, even the limited amount of gestures she could perform required intense focus. Today her focus was spent on different things. Clouds of anxiety brewed in her mind just as window cracking belches brewed in her gut. Her arms hit home upon her sloppy belly, splattering ripples outward. She tried to hold her sausage fingers together, but they slipped apart quickly. They were covered in thick amounts of bacon grease from her morning meal. An entire herd of pigs now digested in her gut. Hinata sighed as her arms fell back into their natural resting place. Frustrated, Hinata pushed her head back into the pillows supporting her back and head. 

“Ah. . .uuuhm. . .Naruto!” She called. Properly fed, Hinata had returned to her normally docile state. It was a blessing and a curse, her mind was now free to wander back to the thoughts troubling her. “Could. . .could you come here?” Hinata’s voice was even more airy than normal. Breathless from the fat pushing on her chest, Hinata almost seemed to gasp the words out. 

“Hey! Almost ready?” Naruto, quick as ever, popped into the room. He was smiling, holding a tray of cookies. Whether because he had sensed Hinata’s nervousness or good timing, the hokage arrived with sweets. “She’ll be here soon.” 

“Ooooh that’s. . .BBBLOOORRRUUUP. . .what I’m. . .aaaggh. . .worried about.” Hinata returned, cringing. She hid within her fat, pushing into her field of pillows. The fluffy, lavender bed accessories parted to accept Hinata’s soft blubber. Hinata’s buttery face was hidden from view, though her chins still peeped out under the pillows. They moved as she whined. “What if she says I’m too fat. . .ooooooh. . .or too unhealthy!” 

Naruto moved to comfort his wife. She now filled the bed, having finally reached a solid 2000 pounds. Even the sliver of mattress that Naruto had once used was claimed in the name of Hyuuga blubber. The best he could do was fold one of Hinata’s lovehandles over his lap and try to wedge under her. His hand went to part the pillows blocking Hinata’s face from view, but a hefty belch blew them away. Hinata was forced to face Naruto, betrayed by her gut. “I don’t think she will.” Naruto caressed the side of Hinata’s face, his fingers infiltrating the space between chins and moving under her cheeks. Hinata allowed her heavy, round face to fall onto Naruto’s hand. Her fat consumed his wrists as it spread outward. 

“Ooooh. . .but you know Tsunade is a good medic!” The beleaguered woman moaned. She flapped her arms pathetically. They shook within the meaty prisons of fat. On the current trajectory, there would come a day when she couldn’t raise them at all. Given her upcoming meeting with the former hokage, Hinata was afraid that she would be castigated for the shape and state of her body. “She will. . .find every. . .thing. . .wrong.” Stress and constant speaking tired Hinata’s voice. She fell back into her pillows, panting and huffing. 

“Nah! You have nothing to worry about!” Naruto winked. As he put a hand on his wife’s gut, the doorbell rang. “Here already!” He slid out from under Hinata, hopping and jumping towards the front door. Hinata mewled, wishing she was skinny enough to at least rub her face. She listened to Naruto greeting his mentor. As the pair came back towards her room, Hinata offered a little prayer that things would go smoothly. 

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“Hellooo Hinaa. . .OH MY GOD!” Tsunade recoiled as she saw the behemoth that Hinata had become. Tsunade saw a fluffy field of fat, one which filled a mostly broken down bed. Hinata’s belly pushed forward, claiming space almost until her plump toes. Asscheeks bubbled over the bed, shaped like a frozen waterfall. Tsunade’s eyes traveled around Hinata’s body, trying to make sense of the curves and valleys that she now saw. Inevitably she was drawn to the young woman’s breasts. Hinata’s breasts could have been used to float a family down a river. They burst outwards, always jiggling and sloshing. In a rare moment of envy, Tsunade clutched her own chest. She had been upstaged in a way that she had never thought was possible. Nevermind the fat surrounding her, Hinata had become the chestiest woman in Konoha. Tsunade, perhaps, did not deal with her jealousy in the best way. 

“Brat! What have you done to your wife?” Tsunade rounded on Naruto. He might have stood taller than her now, but she would always be able to bully him. She barked, pushing a finger into his chest. “You would take one of Konoha’s best ninjas, most beautiful women and. . .and. . .turn her into this!” Tsunade swept her arm back. “Don’t you have any shame or respect for beauty!” 

“Listen Hag!” Though he had years of experience as the hokage, Naruto reverted to his childish nature quickly. He was a man grown, but yelling like a preteen, he defended Hinata’s honor and life choices. “She is BEAUTIFUL no matter how big she is!” Naruto gnashed his teeth as he spoke. “You’re just jealous because she has a bigger chest than you! Besides, what kind of bedside manner is this? I call you here because we wanted a check up and all you do is. . .” Naruto’s ranting filled the small room, his voice loud enough to cause reverberations through Hinata’s blubber. As her fat bounced, carrying her husbands sweet but angry words, Hinata could not help but feel a little turned on. Firstly, her thighs were rubbing together even without her moving them. The jiggling intensified as Naruto and Tsuande argued, further stimulating her sex. Secondly, Naruto was once again acting as her knight in shining armor. The bountiful, blubbery bride hugged herself as she listened to the argument. Finally, the erotic pressure became too much and she made a squeak. 

“Eh?” Tsunade said, turning from Naruto. She had been looking for any excuse to stop arguing. “Hinata, did you say something?” 

“Aaah. . .oooh. . . bRRRRAAAAAAAAAUUUUPPP. . .no.” The dark haired woman, embarrassed from her incredible belch, tried to hide her face behind her hands. She worked and stressed, trying to bring them up over her breasts. She gave up, sweating and panting. “Maybe. . .aaah. . .we start. . .the exam.” She wheezed. 

“Of course.” Tsunade looked at Naruto one last time and sniffed. Though she had given him harsh words, she would allow bias to creep into her work. She would check Hinata thoroughly, assessing the totality of her health. With a couple hand signs she brought chakra rushing to her fingertips. The blonde walked towards the blob of Hyuuga fat, ready to perform her work. Her hands tapped Hinata, getting her used to the feeling of the sensation spell. Hinata giggled. The sensory jutsu had a curious, ticklish effect on the body but was otherwise safe. For a woman as soft and jiggly as Hinata, the jutsu’s effects would be even more pronounced. Tsuande started to press her hands around, beginning the test. She shivered as she worked. Though she had been a medical professional for many years and had vast swathes of humanity, she had yet to ever work on anyone as fat as the Hyuuga heiress. It was wholly unique to press and paw through so much fat. 

“Hmmmm. . .” Tsunade pushed her hands into Hinata’s stomach. The immobile woman gasped as she felt the warmth and vibrations of Tsunade’s medical jutsu. The older woman probed, searching through folds of blubber for any potential health Issues. Tsuande pushed deeper into Hinata’s fat, exploring the crevices. Both women were grappling with their feelings as the examination went on, though Tsunade was more willing to vocalize hers. “Hinata. . .may I ask what caused such a drastic weight gain?” As the words came out, a boisterous gurgle sounded through the chambers of Hinata’s paunch. Tsunade continued her massage, kneading the human dough. To meet a woman this big was rare, even more strange that it was someone she knew so closely. The indescribable feeling only grew as her hands coasted down the length of Hinata’s belly. Hinata dwarfed Tsuande and Naruto both, her body a seemingly endless panoply of rolls and bulges. The busty blonde shivered as she lifted the lowest fold of Hinata’s stomach.

“UUUHM. . .aaaah. . .” Hinata had been trying to ignore the question, but the probing of her sensitive underbelly forced her to speak. If nothing else, it might dissuade the medic from looking further. “Well. . .I just. . .kind of wanted it.” Hinata decided she would rather take the blame, rather than Naruto being painted as a weirdo or fetishist. Besides, she did enjoy her new lifestyle. “I’ve always wanted. . .to be. . .big.” Hinata wheezed, unable to keep from squeezing her breasts. The large orbs had folded down onto her hands, making it easy for her puffy fingers to reach them. She moaned, eyes closed and mouth open. When she opened them, she realized that Tsuande was staring at her. Hinata squeaked and tried to cover her face. Her body thrashed wildly as she tried to get her arms up. She gave up quickly, out of breath. As before, Hinata thrust her fat back into the pillows and collapsed them around her face.

“Really! And why is that?” Tsunade continued her questioning. Her hands scooted around the sweaty underside of Hinata, searching for any troubling signs. Finding none, she moved towards the naked woman’s sides. Her butt was immensely thick and heavy, the rolls impossible to move. She thrust her hands under them, leaving no place unchecked. Hinata squirmed, not wanting to answer the question and jumpy at the feeling of someone caressing her blubber. Tsunade felt her own heartbeat picking up. The fat was so thick and tender, soft. The blonde was well acquainted with the softness that came with excessive fat deposits, though only so far as her breasts and butt went. Hinata had gone so much further transforming her entire body into a plush temple. “I’d like to know about your lifestyle.” Tsunade prompted, though she quickly followed up her statement with another. “Just to make sure it is healthy.” 

“Uuuhm. . .well. . .” Hinata looked down at what she could see of herself. She saw spreading breasts, so huge that they fell to either side of her body. The wide V shape made by  the spread of her breasts acted as a gateway to the rest of her body. Hinata saw creamy, perfect, untouched hills of sloping fat. A stomach that had almost no end, with only the merest hint of huge thighs to hold it up. She was her own bed and blanket, the mattress and pillows working as extra support. “. . .It’s just comfy!” She said, finding the strength to look at Tsunade for the first time. “It’s like. . .you’re body is. . .constantly hugging. . .itself.” She smiled, her blush secretly erotic in nature. Though her first answer was enough, Hinata could not stop herself from saying more. “And you. . .get. . the best food!” She wheezed. 

Tsunade was caught off guard by the forthrightness of the answer. Her surprise turned to laughter. She rubbed Hinata’s head, comforting the big woman. “I suppose that’s true. And you are in excellent shape, excusing the endurance issues.” She turned back to Naruto. “Brat. . .you’ve taken very good care of her.” Tsunade was about to say more, but was caught off guard by her jutsu. The waves of chakra had just detected something, something extra special. Not wanting to be wrong, Tsunade put her hands on Hinata’s doughy stomach and moved them around. “Very good care.” Tsunade said, listening to the feedback from the jutsu. “Hinata. . .you’re pregnant. 

--- The Promise of More ---

“Ooooo. . .careful Naruto!” Hinata said, feeling several of her husband’s clone mount her body. “The babies!” She cried, uselessly flapping her hands. The concern was touching but unwarranted. The clones, sure footed as the actual Naruto, were making their way across Hinata’s thighs and were far afield from her pregnant stomach. Though traversing Hinata’s bulk had never been harder, there was at least plenty of room to maneuver past her sensitive parts. The lavender haired woman filled most of the room, her motherly bulk even starting to crack the walls ceiling. Her hips and belly pushed wide whilst her butt and back rolls worked to destroy the wall behind her. Pregnancy cravings had tripled Hinata’s already staggering weight, pushing her body to new extremes. Her gut filled all the empty space in front of her, as round and taut as a grain silo. Her womb had been filled by Naruto and they were expecting many. . .many children. 

“It’s ok!” The real Naruto said, entering the room along with Tsunade. He carried a large scroll with him and Tsunade held a tray of sweets for the pregnant mother. Hinata’s quick eyes noticed that several of the cookies were missing. Equally, there was a layer of sweet dust around Tsunade’s lips. She was about to complain, but a clone put a pitcher of cola into her mouth. Hinata started to guzzle the fizzy drink, lulled into complacency by the satiating of her hunger. Naruto and Tsuande started to climb, each trying to avoid being sucked into Hinata’s trench-like rolls. “I told them to be careful.” 

Hows our mother-to-be doing today?” Tsuande asked, knowing she would not get an answer. Hinata was in a whirlpool of gluttonous sensation, with only enough focus to get from one meal to another. More than ever before, Hinata was just a stomach attached to growing body. Tsunade smiled as she watched Hinata’s eyes start to close, blissfully enjoying sucking every ounce of soda into her mouth. Tsunade raised a cookie in celebration and brought it into her mouth. “I can. . .mmmgghph. . .schee that. . .mmmgghph. . . she’s. . .bbbluuuurrup. . .well taken care of.” Tsunade finished the series of snacks. She washed the cookies down with a large swig of sake. The tray was looking noticeably less full than before and Tsuande’s stomach had blow her green jacket apart. She walked over the hillocks of Hinata’s room filling fat, one hand placed upon her stomach. 

“Better if you would stop stealing her food. I thought old women ate less. . .” Naruto quipped, though the sass earned him a sake bottle in the back of the head. He pitched forward, face planting into the series of fatty rings that Hinata’s arms had become. His face smooshed in, bathed in warmth and just a bit of sweat. He felt her useless arms flapping again, the force of his fall just enough to break her out of the eating trance. 

“BBBBBLLLOOOOOORRRUUUP. . .sschooorry. . .Naruto.” Hinata said, her face feverishly red. “I’m schoo. . . fat now. . .it musscht be. . .hard to. . .HOOORRUUP. . .care for me.” Hinata said, her voice low. Directed by Naruto’s connection, several of the clones began massaging her face in an attempt to make her feel better. Hinata nuzzled into their touch. 

“Of course it’s fine!” Naruto draped himself over one side of Hinata’s flabby back. Her rolls had reached the top of the ceiling and were starting to crack through. Bits of plaster had fallen down between her shoulder rolls. Her hair, now longer than it had ever been, cascaded down her shoulders in a torrent of black. Naruto stroked the long locks, pulling them from where they dipped into rolls. “Actually, I wanted to talk to you about that.” Naruto tapped the large scroll on what was the beginnings of Hinata’s massive left breast. “Tsunade had a suggestion for your living space. I thought I would see if you liked it.” Naruto unfurled the scroll. It bumped and rolled down Hinata’s fat, skipping over chin folds as big as couch cushions. The paper of the scroll shifted up and down, exposing just how much Hinata’s blubber constantly shifted. 

“Naruto. . .what. .. isssch thissch?” Hinata asked, looking down at the unfurled scroll. She saw counts, measurements, and what looked to be sketches. Slowly, she began to make sense of it all, realizing that she saw something she had dreamed of ever since she became immobile. “Issch thissch. . .” 

“Your own warehouse!” Naruto said back, clapping a hand down on Hinata’s chubby chack rolls. “Since you have been doing such a good job at outgrowing this house.” 

“Oooooooh. . .how. . .BBBLOOOORRUUP. . .wonderful!” Hinata cried. Her body shook as she pumped chakra to her useless arms and hands. The blob bounced up and down, her flabby arms moving for the first time in weeks. The clones disappeared in puffs of smoke, battered out of existence by the shifting blubber. Hinata settled into a tired mess, opening her mouth and waiting for it to be filled with food. Tsunade grudgingly gave up the last treats on her tray. 

“You know, Hinata,” Tsunade’s voice was warm. “I told Naruto to make it extra big, just in case you wanted company.” She winked. “I would imagine there are quite a few girls in the village who wouldn’t mind living the good life alongside you. 

“Really?” Hinata asked between mouthfuls. “Mmmgghph. . .who?” Her eyes became stars as she started to dream which of her friends, teachers, or relatives might join her. The list was extensive. Naruto and she had so many contacts within Konoha and the other villages. Rather than say out loud, Tsunade leaned over and whispered into Hinata’s ear. “No!” the big woman gasped. “You. . .can’t. . .be serious!” She gasped, nearly beside herself at the news. The three shared a laugh afterwards, with Naruto creating another series of clones. The feedings would commence along with talk of the warehouse. . .and the guests that would reside inside.