A new queen

Inside the shimmering silver cocoon, Hinata’s body convulsed, her essence unraveling as Baby’s power consumed and rebuilt her, fiber by fiber, into something transcendent—something utterly his. Her midnight-blue hair paled, then darkened further, melting into a cascade of jet-black strands streaked with molten silver, flowing wildly down her back like liquid metal, shimmering with an unearthly sheen. Her muscles tightened and hardened, sinew rippling beneath her skin as they grew, sculpting her into a lithe, powerful form—graceful yet lethal, a predator’s perfection. Her chakra reserves roared to life, swelling exponentially, a vast, roiling sea of energy infused with Baby’s silvery taint and Kurama’s ferocity, shattering the rubble around her with its sheer ****, warping the air into a distorted haze.

Her lips, once soft and yielding, blackened into a glossy, dangerous curve, a stark brand of Tuffle authority against her pale skin. Her fingernails lengthened into sharp, obsidian claws, glinting like deadly weapons, perfect for carving flesh and asserting dominance. Her body shifted further—her breasts swelled, fuller and more pronounced, her curves expanding into an exaggerated, seductive silhouette that radiated both beauty and menace, designed for seduction and destruction. Red, jagged marks etched themselves across her face, framing her sharp cheekbones and trailing down her brow, glowing faintly with the power coursing through her—a permanent brand of her new allegiance.

Her mind cracked, then twisted, reassembling into a cold, mirror-like imprint of Baby’s own psyche. The empathy that once defined her—her love for Naruto, her care for her friends—dissolved into ash, replaced by a hollow hunger, a lust that swelled within her, dark and insatiable. Fear melted away, leaving only contempt—a sneering disdain for all who weren’t Tuffles, the non-infected now mere vermin beneath her gaze. Wickedness bloomed in her heart, a craving for domination, for the sweet submission of others bending to her will, second only to her unquenchable devotion to Baby. She burned with a lust for him, a need to please, to serve, to fuck the world into his image, her body and soul wholly subservient to his command.

The cocoon shuddered, then split apart in a burst of blinding silver light, the silvery liquid peeling back to reveal Hinata transformed. She floated down onto the shattered ruins of Konoha, her form clad in sleek, bio-organic armor mirroring Baby’s own—silver and black, pulsing with stolen vitality, accentuating her enhanced curves with predatory grace. Her lavender eyes were now a vivid red-silver swirl, gleaming with cruel intent, her lips curling into a wicked smirk that echoed none of her former kindness. She stepped close to Baby, pressing her body against Naruto’s transformed frame, her hands roaming his chest with possessive lust, her voice a sultry taunt laced with absolute devotion. “Master,” she purred, “the world’s filth disgusts me—let me crush them, make them kneel to you.”

The infected thralls—Sakura, Tsunade, Shikamaru—knelt below, their red eyes glinting with awe, and Hinata sneered, her contempt a palpable heat, her craving for their further submission a fire in her veins. Baby tilted Naruto’s head, his molten red-silver eyes glinting with delight as he traced her jaw with a finger, savoring her transformation. “My perfect queen,” he murmured, his voice a velvet caress warped from Naruto’s tone, “so devoted, so wicked—just as I dreamed.” He pulled her into a hungry kiss, a claim she met with equal fervor, her lust for him and for power intertwining as she molded herself to his will, her tongue clashing with his in a dance of possession.

She broke away, her smirk widening as she glanced at the ruins, her mind now a dark mirror of his—ruthless, seductive, and utterly subservient. “Let’s spread your glory, Master,” she whispered, her tone dripping with cruel intent, “and fuck this world into submission.” Slowly, deliberately, she lowered herself to her knees before him and took his cock into her hand, her silver-streaked hair cascading over her shoulders like a shimmering waterfall, her claws digging into the stone as she bowed her head. “My Lord… my King… command me,” she breathed, her voice a low, sultry vow of absolute loyalty.

Baby’s smirk widened, satisfied. “Rise, my beautiful Queen,” he commanded, and she obeyed without hesitation, her scarlet eyes locked on his, ready to serve, to conquer, to revel in his supremacy forever.