Hinatas Love for Naruto Part 4
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*This is Part 1 of 2*
Hinata had been eating again.
It's not like she meant to be eating so much, or at least that's what she told herself. At only 19 years old, she's worked quite hard to help protect the village, you know. She deserves a break. At least, that's what she's telling herself, when in reality she's been enjoying the extra attention from her husband. Granted, Naruto’s been busy lately running the village as Hokage, but when he is home he cannot seem to keep his hands to himself around her.
Not that she was complaining, of course. Then again, her weight gain wasn’t intentional either, but she just got SO BORED. It’s currently peacetime, and the former ninja had retired to be a ‘housewife’ in spite of her husband’s protests. She told herself it would allow her to do the things she loved, whatever they were, and find new hobbies. Or even help the Hyuuga with anything they’d need.
Instead, Hinata Hyuuga found herself eating. All the time. Most of it was healthier food, sometimes BBQ would be mixed in or fatty rice balls. There would be plenty of meat to be enjoyed, but the chubby woman would always find some way to balance it out with various fruits and vegetables. You know, to keep it at least healthy, it was just, well, A LOT of it. And as a result Hinata would pack on the pounds.
The weight gain itself would start innocent enough. Just a little softer around the edges, maybe a slightly plumped up belly or fuller thighs that made her clothes feel a little more snug than usual. Exercise was still in play of course, and worked to help her pass the time to go out on a run around the village, working up a good sweat. It was when she hits the market that would get her in trouble, though. The aroma of various meats and baked goods were simply too irresistible to pass up.
Again, that’s what she tells herself. More BBQ, sweets, donuts, pasta.. the world of the many flavors and aromas of the marketplace would swirl around her nostrils first and only moments would pass before they would decidedly make their way to her mouth. Then to her stomach. A lot of it would go to her stomach, let’s be honest. Every day the ninja found herself stuffing herself on the various offerings of the market stalls, and then waddling home cradling her overstuffed gut.
As a result, not surprisingly, despite her running and exercise, she’d always end up a little softer. A couple pounds heavier, every day. And every day Naruto didn’t say a word, but he rarely needed to, much to Hinata’s surprise. Instead, they’d end up fucking for hours, his hands wandering all over her body. Like before, she’s always loved and appreciates his intense stamina he’s had for so many things in his life, and sex was no exception.
As her breasts would get fuller, her belly would soften and plump out, her thighs thicken, her arms and shoulders puff with soft fat, her ass grow more pronounced; all of it would be like her body and curves were being explored all over again. Every night found his hands exploring her all over, his lips often joining soon after. Careful attention would be paid to her growing belly, breasts, her fat rolls… even the fat around her pussy would be given some soft kisses and love, before her husband’s tongue would follow. Every night, Hinata would find herself so worked up, so incredibly hot and bothered from so much tender and loving attention she’d get, he never failed to make her cry out in orgasm only moments after he moved to her clit.
The strange part came once they began to make love. As Hinata gained weight, Naruto became more and more passionate during sex and often got a little rougher. He never hurt her, though, always careful and soft with his touch, making sure she was comfortable. As their love-making session would go on, though, she could swear he’d sometime glow a little red, or his chi would change just a little bit. Hinata would always chalk it up to his stamina and the nine-tailed demon fox he still carries with him. It’s always been the reason for his high amount of stamina, no reason it would change now they were in their 20s.
The following mornings after sex seemed to change, too. See, before, Hinata would usually start her morning off with some oatmeal, maybe a muffin added in for something sweet. Other days she’d make some egg, along with some fruit and toast. A few days after she was packing on the pounds saw a change to that. First, the portions started to get larger. Then they doubled. Then changed altogether, replaced instead with scrambled eggs, pancakes or waffles drenched in syrup, sausages, bacon, donuts, sugary muffins, among others.
Whatever she decided to eat that morning, the former ninja would find herself stuffed to the brim with such fattening. She’d sit around rubbing her stuffed gut, idly thinking about how bloated she was feeling after breakfast lately (when, in fact, she was simply heavier). When early afternoon rolled around, her morning stuffing given enough time to digest and pack on to her fatter frame, Hinata would go for her usual run. Thanks to her previous exercise, she could still push herself almost effortlessly, likely to the surprise of every onlooker that passed by as every inch of her flabby frame would jump and jiggle and jostle on her. A couple times she nearly, her fat jiggling around nearly exposed her growing breasts and flash people, but she caught her shirt just in time before they were freed.
Still, and without fail, every run would end at the market, and Hinata’s growing gluttony – and waistline – fulfilled by stuffing herself with all sorts of foods from the vendors. It got to the point, especially as she surpassed 400 and 500 lbs, the vendors would prepare extra just to serve Hinata’s generous business, Unknown to her, besides loving how her hunger lined their pockets, but many of them would continuously look forward to seeing Hinata leaving stuffed only to return the next day a little fatter than the last. Her clothes a little tighter, at least until she’d have them adjusted or replaced that day when she needed to, of course.
One stall Hinata found herself steering away from, however, was a surprise given her husband’s fondness for it. It’s not because she doesn’t love the food there, when in fact that is the problem. Well, to be fair, it’s only one part of the problem. The true reason really comes from her recent visit to that stall, and a surprised that awaited her. Much like Naruto, though she’d rarely admit it, Hinata considers ramen one of her favorite dishes. So much so that, much like her husband, she tends to overindulge and leave room for little else. She even prided herself in having “allowed” herself to try out, and subsequently pig out on, the other vendors’ food offerings instead. However, even after she’s stuffed herself silly and finding her body to be packing on the pounds faster than should be possible, the now-nicknamed “food ninja” finally treats herself to some ramen.
10 large bowls of the filling meal later shocked her with ripped clothes and red faces, both her own and the stall owner, when the food shockingly blew her up at 75lbs fatter. And a broken stool.
She didn’t even notice her growth, though everyone around her certainly did. Bowl after bowl would be consumed, broth and all, her clothes tightening around her curves as the then-400 lb woman’s belly and tits plumped up, her ass and thighs spreading thicker and wider. The stool would begin to creak, bend, and splinter much to Hinata’s ignorance as she continued to stuff the savory noodles and meats down her throat. Her clothes would start to rip and tear, her breasts and belly freed before the stool finally collapsed, sending Hinata crashing to the ground and her fattened body fully exposed for all to see.
It took several members of the village, both men and women, to help her out. Every one of them either trying to hide their sympathy for her sake, or their arousal. Sometimes both. Somehow not embarrassed regarding her recent, and incredibly dramatic weight gain, Hinata instead was blushing and apologizing for exposing her naked body to the village. In her shame of immodesty, she explained about how it was not her intention, and finding ways to explain her ignorance to the ramen as not only somehow incredibly fattening, but that she has no intentions to expose herself like that and embarrass the Hokage. Thankfully, someone from the tailoring shop came by and interrupted her, offering to help her into some better fitting clothes for her new… girth, to which the “food ninja” gratefully agreed.
When she got home that night, though, Naruto could barely help himself. He praised her new gains and subsequent curves, his hands and lips exploring and caressing every inch of her fatter body. Groping and jiggling, nearly worshiping his wife’s curves as they embraced, before his lips and tongue moved slowly down to between her legs and massaged her incredibly wet sex. His tongue bringing Hinata to new heights of pleasure, surprising herself as her own hands began to run over her huge curves of their own accord, and continued when they began to earnestly make love. She felt the nine-tails’ red energy stronger than before that night, but even as it radiated off the Hokage with such intensity it never felt threatening. In fact, it felt like it harmonized with Naruto’s own chi, always gentle, always loving, just incredibly passionate.
And wanting her to get even fatter. A thought that, before her weight-gain journey began, would have been a frightening concept to the former ninja. Now, though, now it brought her to climax much harder as her husband pounded his cock into her, and she realized she wanted the same.
The following few days were a bit of a blur. Hinata was still doing her daily runs, but her breakfasts were massive, she was almost insatiable. Even when she was finally done, she was 5-10lbs heavier than before, sitting around still rubbing her huge belly as she felt herself slowly gaining weight as it digests. Then came the run, though it was becoming more of a jog especially as she tipped past 500 lbs. Like before, each trip ended in the markets and a loudly growling stomach. Stall by stall, and even with the extra preparations, their supplies would be all but decimated by Hinata’s ravenous hunger, and adding to her growing and fattening body.
But she avoided the ramen stall. Ever since that fateful day, but she had plans for that stall...
By the time this “food ninja” would get home, her belly impossibly packed with so much food she looked to be carrying a beanbag chair, Hinata would settle down in a comfortable chair and just...rub her gurgling gut. Feeling herself expand and get heavier, her clothes newly adjusted or even replaced due to her unexplained weight gain, fill out and tighten up in places. She didn’t weigh herself, but she’d seemingly end up 10-15 lbs even fatter than she was from that morning’s feast. Strangely, not that she wanted to question it, once all was said and done between the verifiable “feast” she was calling breakfast and the buffet of food at the markets, it was enough to satiate her hunger for the day.
And it would be another kind of hunger welling up inside as she digested and grew, waiting for her husband to come home and enjoy the fruits of her hunger. She wasn’t able to reach past her gut to pleasure herself, since was big enough to rest on her enormous thighs, and her arousal somehow only heightened in knowing she’d need to wait for Naruto to come home and please her…
It’s the evening before Valentine’s Day, February 13th, and Hinata had an especially filling day. Her belly was especially heavy, still churning away at her massive breakfast when she finally arrived to the market. She wasn’t quite running anymore, but she did manage to find herself a good walking pace all the same. Today, however, the 720 lbs food ninja decided to skip the normal exercise routine and headed straight to his office at the village’s academy. Her heavy footfalls naturally inviting attention as she marches down the hallways. Any attention aimed at her would stay, fixated, as her large breasts would heave up and down from the exertion, and her ponderously large stomach, its massively fattened state and fullness making it unable to be clothed, shake and heaved forward by her knees. Students and teachers alike watching as she passes by each classroom, her tree trunk legs propelling her forward more quickly than anyone would expect of a woman of her size, and her ass shaking much like the rest of her did with each step.
She hears them all whispering, even smiling to herself when there was a pause and the teacher herd the students back to the task at hand. ‘They could say or think whatever they want to,’ Hinata thinks to herself, ‘So long as Naruto-kun wants me, I am the sexiest woman alive.’
Politely knocking first, the door to the Hokage’s room is gently pushed open. Taking a step forward, it became quite clear that she wouldn’t be able fit through the doorway once her hips suddenly felt tight against the sides… and she stopped moving forward. Gripping the door and with a strong grunt, she is just able to shove herself back out, stumbling slightly, her fat quaking and shaking from the force.
“N-Naruto-kuuun~” she called out, a devious grin crossing her face as the words carried into the room. For a moment, it was hard to tell if her husband was in the office and she was afraid of the embarrassment that would come if--
Never mind, he’s here.
“H-Hinata?? Wh-what are you doing here, is something wrong?” he called back, apparently not moving, much to Hinata’s own amusement.
“No, no, everything’s fine! I-I um… well I can’t fit through the door, and--”
Another THUD, and the sound of a tea cup clattering this time. It became clear that the Hokage forgot about how incredibly fat his wife is getting these days, especially lately when she’s putting on 40-50 lbs every day from sheer gluttony alone. Her presence at the market has been described as both a boon to the vendors and a burden, as she would often eat so much of their food they’d either be cleared out or only barely enough to feed one or two more customers once she was done. Every day they’d prepare even more food for her visit, and every day she matched them. Profits would soar, but others didn’t always get a chance.
Now, she’s standing at the academy, in front of his door she can’t fit through because she’s a couple hundred or so pounds away from half a ton. All this in mind, and it only seems to be arousing him further. And he didn’t want to keep his wife waiting for him when she couldn’t even come inside. Hinata heard some shuffling movement, Naruto appearing before her only seconds later. He was red faced and had a sheepish grin on his face, though she didn’t need to wonder why once she felt a very specific protrusion poking her in the navel.
“Heh, hi there, Hinata! H-how can I help my beautiful wife?” His bulge pokes more into her stomach, and for a moment they both freeze in fear he was about to expose himself… until her stomach let off a loud gurgle. She’s still digesting her breakfast and, as Hinata lays a hand on her belly, she felt it soften against her hand, pushing back against it ever so slightly. No, the Hokage was fine, but she’s still apparently slowly growing fatter right before both of their eyes.
With a light giggle, Hinata smiles at her husband, enjoying his arousal at seeing his massively fattened wife.
“W-Well, I wanted you to join me for lunch!” she proudly states.
“Lunch..?” Naruto’s expression relaxing slightly, his eyes slowly looking down at her incredibly belly, stuffed and fattened, and watching his wife just slightly grow even fatter before him.
“Oh I know, I had a pretty big breakfast this morning,” one hand pats her fatter stomach as she laughs off his silent statement, “but I wanted to make sure I got your attention. We’re going to your favorite stall at the market.”
“My favorite--”
“Ramen.”
Slack-jawed, a true example of the term, is the best description you could ascribe to his expression once that word passed her lips. That one singular word. That magic word. The word that changed Hinata’s weight-gain progression entirely, the day she suddenly put on 75lbs from visiting that stall. The word that defined her hunger growing to almost insatiable levels, and her weight skyrocketing more than the day before. Especially after making love to her husband for hours when he got home.
The ramen stall so far was also the only one Hinata would skip at the market, both to the relief of the vendors and frustration. Relief because she’s already so hungry, despite getting so fat, but also the occasional private thought or mutterings about her “finally” getting immobile. Even if they still needed to feed her, at least the orders would be PLANNED.
“I-I-I...what?” Naruto still wasn’t quite sure how to react, though his arousal is very apparent. Hinata felt his erection poking even more into her deep belly button. She bit her lip, looking into her husband’s eyes as she felt it and watched his cheeks redden.
“O-Oh! Ohhh! Yeah yeah yeah, okay, um…” he turns back to the room, as though he was about to address someone, only to remember he was alone. Why did he..? “Alright, let’s go.”
Hinata giggles as he had to back up to essentially ‘remove’ himself and adjust his robes to better hide his erection from tenting them out. She steps back, allowing her husband to step out of the office and secure the door behind him. Finger intertwining as they take each other’s hand, they make their way back through the halls to head to village market. She could feel his eyes fixated on her as they walked, looking her up and down and taking all of her in. The now-735 lbs former ninja’s clothes were getting tight on her, but she didn’t seem to mind! Naruto could only estimate, given the rate of her still visibly growing fatter, that her insane feast she called breakfast this morning is almost finished digesting at this point.
Of course, the very thought of his wife getting *even fatter* didn’t help his need to keep adjusting himself. Nor did the open stares of his massive wife as they would make their way out of the Academy. Just the thought of so many people shocked, and some even admiring, just how fat and large she’s been getting is--
“Ah! We’re here! Just a little bit further now!” Hinata announces, pulling Naruto out of his thoughts as they entered the street filled with various goods, foods, and services. The market is made up of a combination of open stalls and occupied buildings, a detail Hinata rarely paid attention to except when it came to the food.. and boy, could you smell the food. The former ninja is having to fight her impulse to raid any and every vendor as they pass by, despite the very tempting aroma of meats, sweets, baked goods, and various delicacies.
Only moments later, they find themselves at Naruto’s favorite ramen stall, his eyes going wide at the sight before them.
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