Challenge! What It Means To Love And Be Loved!

It was six months into the pregnancy (or so Konoha thought), and Hinata was in trouble. Her training was restricted, and she couldn’t go out with here team anymore, she did basic chores around the household, but was really left with nothing to do for well over six hours of the day on average.



She would reflect inside herself, the good, the bad, her remorse over Jiraya developed. She knew that wasn’t the right thing to have done, even if it was for Naruto. She didn’t feel bad about Kiba at all. She had been educated on the way things were done in the Inuzuka clan, in anticipation that it could be the dominant aspect of the child.



At the end of the day she would always become subject to her new-found carnal desires. Every night she spent a little extra time in the tub, washing herself until she felt ‘clean inside’. Her fingers were nothing though. Jiraya cut her apart inside as far as her memory served, and Kiba…



All she could thing about when she was toying inside herself was how Kiba felt inside of her. He wasn’t too big, he felt empowering inside of her. So hot, so very slick, and he didn’t let up at all until his hot confession filled her chamber. She hungered for another male. She had almost broken in her mind and went for Kiba when she thought to use some item to replace her need.



None of them felt good, until she took them in the tub. The water would warm them and make them fit in, and she would finish slicking them all on her own. She wasn’t so doll-like anymore. Her bosoms were swollen and the nipples were swollen on top of that, her hips had spread out and her child-carrying potbelly started at the bottom of her sternum, ending at the top of her pelvis. It didn’t sag one bit. It just got in the way as she forced things in and out of her.



Her perfect little slit was now puffed, and the labia was now a part of its outer appearance. This was not uncommon for girls naturally, but it wouldn’t have been this way for Hinata if she had stuck with her fingers. She couldn’t hold back at the point of climax, she would just pump and pull as hard as she could until release, never minding the bits of pain that accompanied the use of inanimate objects. They didn’t bend like a man, so her purse had to.



Her blue hair began to sprout in, too, if only sparsely. She didn’t mind it, it was fun to rub and wash and play with after, or in bed when she couldn’t get to sleep.



She never bathed in hot-hot water, but with her practice, she had to, or the items inside of her wouldn’t feel like men. She finished one night and still could not sleep in her bed. She played with herself slightly and she was dripping wet down there. She was so hot it was almost uncomfortable to her hand.



Hinata had a fever. She knew it was a flood of feeling over her. She was warm all over, but she was literally ill. She had other thoughts. As she drifted before returning to consciousness, each time she saw her memories of Naruto. It had been forever since she had seen him last. Aside from the Inuzuka clan, nobody in Konoha was to see her in this state, so that if something awful were to come of this, she would simply have never been pregnant according to the population.



She nicked herself with one of her fingernails. That was the last straw. She had her mind set. This warmth flooding over her, this sweat for no reason, it was her feelings for Naruto, her body had never reacted to his though, but it was burning now. She was convinced it was burning for him and that he would be the only thing that would make her feel better. Her feelings had built up to this, and she knew he would understand if he felt her, how much she cared for him.



She stood next to her window, the cool outside air felt good against her. She didn’t bother dressing herself, she just leapt outside, dancing her way to her love on the rooftops.



Hinata: “Byakugan!” She knew where Naruto lived, but she had to be sure he was there. She didn’t know how long this feeling would last and she had to share it with him before it disappeared. As she traveled, everything about her body played with the wind. ‘Bouncing Hinata’ was on the mission.



She spotted him through his window, he was lying asleep in his bed…according to her feverish observations. Poor Neji. The Hyuuga clan found it fit, that if he was nosy enough to have discovered and stopped the event with Hinata, that it would be fitting for him to look over her afterwards.



Neji: < What a pain.> He couldn’t attack her, she was from the head branch, she was pregnant, and he could also tell that she was ill. “Looks like I’m reduced to threatening…” < I can’t stop her…I just have to stop people from seeing her like this and make sure she gets back home safe…god I hope nobody’s watching, especially not Hiashi…> He continued to tail her, and she was blind to him, only one thing was in her sight.



Hinata: “Naruto…” She was sitting on his abdomen when he snapped to consciousness. He really wasn’t asleep, not the entire night. He was just thinking, wishing.



Naruto: “Hi-hinata…” He was still groggy. < Why is Hinata sitting on me, why is she naked, why is she so-big, Hinata’s so small, and she’s not pregnant…she’s warm…>



Hinata: “Naruto-kun” She leaned forward and kissed him. It woke him up completely, he could feel something burning on his stomach, that’s where her opening was. His eyes snapped open and he was speechless. As Hinata leaned back the night light struck her body from the window. Her skin was glowing, and her purse was glistening wet. She could feel Naruto’s erection on her backside. It wasn’t that he had become aroused already, but that he was almost sleeping before she arrived, and this tends to happen.



She started to remove the covers.



Naruto: “Hinata…” < Why is she so-> He looked at her breasts, the nipples bulging out on their own. < Why is she so…there…> She had the covers down to his feet.



Hinata: < He’s firm, just like the other two…> “Naruto-kun, enjoy my feelings…” She pulled him out of his pajamas and positioned herself over him. “…for…” She sat down and swallowed him entirely. “ you!” She cried out and began grinding at once. She couldn’t wait, she couldn’t drag things out. She had a man in her, her man, and she had to use every second.



Naruto: “Hinata…” < She’s so warm and…I’m pulsing…this is a great dream…> He reached for her breasts. "...can I?” Hinata’s look wilted as she gazed down on him with his hand outstretched.



Hinata: “Onegai, Naruto…” < I want you to touch me all over! > She leaned forward and plopped half of her chest in his hand. It was soft and watery; hot like the rest of her body. Like the inside of her body. She began to force noises out of the bed as she worked him over. With his heart rate now kicked up, he enlarged a bit more, and became hot inside of her. < Naruto’s…Naruto’s warm for me…I’m so happy…> If she was in proper shape, he would have finished by now, but the pregnancy and her recent behavior were responsible for a lack of friction. Tears of joy fell from her eyes, it would have been awkward to Naruto, but he wasn’t looking her in the face. He was watching her free nipple as it looked him up and down with her motion.



Naruto: < This is great…> He squeezed her breast and pawed at her body. < I want to put it in my mouth…but I know that would be too much, I don’t want to wake up…> She really began to cry now, he could feel her hotness clenching him like a third hand, it felt like he was jacking himself off. (Which he was thoroughly familiar with).



Hinata: “Naruto!” She pressed her hips down, burying him inside of her as deep as she could. He wasn’t large enough to reach the end, but she was feverish and fatigued, the mild sensation and her emotions were enough to make her cervix start tapping against her own wall. The clenching at to top of her tract felt like a special service inside of her on Naruto’s head. His loins began to tense. This was her first uterine orgasm. To share it with Naruto melted all of her doubts that the two would ever be apart.



Naruto: < Oy, slow down, I’m gonna fall out of bed and wake up. > The pinching on the top of his shaft was too much. He gripped her thighs in his hands as she moved her own to her breasts, squeezing them. He began to empty inside of her. Much to her disappointment, she had become more sensitive inside, and she could feel everything.



Hinata: “Na…Naruto…” < Why? > The tears that streamed down her cheeks now weren’t accompanied by a smile. She happened upon him when his body was at rest. He came fast, and he had his window open most the night. He was leaking coolant inside of her; every gush was cooler than her fever-heated walls. She felt a stab in her self confidence. < Naruto…you…don’t like me…>



Naruto: “That was great, but why did I dream about a chubby Hinata…and not a busty Sakura-chan?” He still had no idea this wasn’t a dream, and as such, he didn’t think an internal monologue was necessary. He got slapped in the face.



Hinata: “Naruto!” < I’ll never forgive you. >



By the time he sat up, he was alone in his bed. He was certain it was just another wet dream, even if it felt, and smelled real. As she ran in rejection back to her bed, the Naruto inside of her leaked out on the rooftops. It wasn’t the first time Naruto had painted Konoha, but it seems this infraction would be blamed on the birds.



Naruto: “But…why does my face still hurt…”



Outside of her window she was too choked up to continue sobbing, she gathered herself and was about to climb back into her room.



Neji: “Hinata.” A shock went through her spine.



Hinata: “Ne-ji?!” She turned as her mind flooded. < Why is he here? > < Was he following me?> < Did he see me and Naruto?> < I’m naked…> < Is he going to tell Hiashi?> < I’m so embarrassed. > < I can still feel Naruto between my legs.> < Can he see Naruto?>



Neji: “Hinata, why are you like this?” Silence fell between them before Neji continued, his voice tightened. “Why do you continue to live like this?!” She could see him tearing up. “Why do you keep bringing yourself down?!”



Hinata: < Neji…>



Neji: “You’re a member of the head branch. I am at your disposal like any other member, and yet I’m forced to watch as you drag yourself through depravity like this?!” < How painful it is to have you above me, and yet know you are so far below me. I thought your character, at least, was above mine. Hinata…>



Hinata: “Neji.” < What is he trying to say? > Tears were dripping from his chin now, plain to see as he looked at the ground.



Neji: “Hinata, I can never forgive you. I can never respect you. I’ll die. I’ll-” He felt her grabbing his hand, she put it to her fiery tit.





Hinata: “Neji, did….you…want to?” She didn’t know what she was doing. She didn’t know what she was thinking. Perhaps it was that she needed something, someone that cared after Naruto had hurt and chilled her so. Something to recover with.



Neji: “Da-me! (Stop!)” He jerked his hand back. < Hinata! > “You really are a…” He bit his tongue. < freak. Is there nowhere you won’t take the status of the head branch? >



Hinata: “It’s alright, Neji.” She stood there looking at him with a fake smile and teary eyes. “ You’re a Hyuuga, and I’m already pregnant. I’m dirty, I know, but if you need me, you can use me…tonight.”



Neji: “Stop, Hinata, you’re mad…no, you’re sick.” < She’s not listening at all, she’s just caught up in feeding her…hunger. > The emotion left Neji as he put his poker-face on. He really was a true professional. “ You’re ill, Hinata. I can see you have a fever. It’s not safe for you to go out in the cold at night, especially without being dressed.”



Hinata: “Neji.”



Neji: “I’ve been put in charge of your safety, don’t make it difficult for me. Just go back to bed. I made sure nobody saw you, just rest…please.” < Please don’t soil yourself any further tonight…> She gave him a nod, and for a short moment, he could see the old Hinata’s face in her.



Hinata: “Alright, Neji, I won’t make it hard for you.” < You are so strong Neji, I wish I could have been stronger…> She turned to climb into her window. < I wish I could become stronger…>



Neji: < You won’t, you bitch. Every day in the bath, and now these nocturnal excursions…you aren’t making it easy at all.> She lifted her torso over the window, but her weight shifted and she became trapped. Her chest anchored her inside the room, and her stomach kept her from sliding in any farther. She was struggling to get her hands back on the window pane to push up.



Hinata: “Neji-” He looked up at her. All he could see was her swollen buttocks. Below them and the backdrop of her swollen belly was that man-trap. That pink mound staring him in the eye, white seed still lacing it’s reddened lips and masking the sparse blue hairs below.



Neji: < You BITCH! > He grit his teeth as the image was seared into his mind. His fist clenched in hatred, his whole body surged with contempt.



Hinata: “Neji, can you help me get in the window, I’m stuck…fu fu. (Tee hee).” Her feet were dancing about. His anger left him for the most part. Aside from her being naked, at least this was more like the pathetic Hinata he didn’t hate as much.



Neji: “Fine.” He walked up to her and lifted her feet up. She fell forward and walked the rest of the way in with her hands as her feet came through. Waxing its way through the majority of Neji’s sight was her fouled manko (pussy), and he felt more disgust well up inside of him, but he dismissed it as she thanked him and moved into her bed.



Hinata: < Neji, what’s past that wall of yours? > He walked away from her window, making sure he was out of earshot before he let the pressure well through his eyes. He crouched and put his face in his hands as he wept.



Neji: “Can’t you see, Hinata. I can’t tell anyone about these things you do. I have to watch, I’m forced to watch, but I can’t do anything to help you when you’re like this. I can’t tell your father, he’d think I was just trying to tatter the name of the head branch. He’s already punishing me, that wouldn’t help at all…” He continued to sob. < This is so much more of a punishment than you know Hiashi, I hate you…>