Places the Hinata Mask onto her Face

Sarada picked up the Hinata mask in her hands. She could feel it's warm weight in her hands. It emanating an affectionate pulse as she flipped the mask over, gripping it tightly. Staring at the smooth inner surface she began to raise it towards her face. Her breathing grew slow and heavy. As she drew it closer still she could feel her hot breath rebound back at her. Sarada's hands shook lightly as the caring pulse became stronger. Hovering the mask above her face Sarada yelled at the top of her voice. “Oh I can't take this any more!” Slamming the mask harshly into her face.

Instantly the Hinata mask violently latched onto Sarada's face as she let out a low groan. Staggering backwards she winced from the **** of the mask slapping into her. Clamping firmly onto her head the formerly ornate mask throbbed, creaking loudly throughout Sarada's room. Small tendrils launched out of the mask latching and grabbing coarsely onto strands of hair. Moaning softly Sarada could feel her chakra being gently but rapidly drawn from with her body. The mask softened to a more spongy flesh like feeling as it pressed down forcibly onto her face. Kneading and moulding at her soft facial features Sarada winced in discomfort, Hinata's features forcefully contorting her own.

“G-gah!” Sarada cried out, clamping her hands firmly around her head. “This isn't as enjoyable as I expected it to be!” Suddenly Hinata's mask's bangs warped and distorted propelling themselves violently into Sarada's scalp. “A-argh!” she screamed letting out a cry as she felt them distressingly tunnel into her scalp, ripping away at her own dark onyx hair. Sarada groaned as the mask's 'hair' smothered her own locks, sharply pulling and tugging at her shoulder length hair. Whining as her hair lengthened ever so slightly level with her shoulders, taking on a slightly darker blue shade becoming much more refined and silky smooth. While still grasping her head the mask distorted deeply atop her somewhat anguish expression. Cringeworthy cracks echoed around Sarada's room as sick snapping signalled her jaw forcibly dislocating. She let out an muffled grunt as it snapped back into place, showing off Hinata's delicate jawline.

Sarada shuddered as she could feel Hinata's invigorating chakra being funnelled into her adolescent form, warming and filling her with strength. Her body began to burn slightly as she could feel Hinata's chakra flooding throughout her body, shifting her fair complexion to a lighter tinge. Unexpectedly Sarada's eyes shuddered in agony. Her strained, bloodshot eyes speedily warped into sharingan tomoe only to dissipate instantly. Veins bulged vividly as Hinata's Byakugan briefly activated for a split second, Sarada shrieked out as her head was overloaded with information. It had taken Hinata years to fully master and develop her Byakugan, however Sarada lacked that training. Tears rolled down her face as she was overwhelmed with the sensory input, dropping to her knees.

Breathing heavily Sarada panted, “W-wha... what was that intense feeling, was that the Hyuga Kekkei Genkai!?” She didn't have time to find answers to her question as she groaned, gritting her teeth as a sizeable pressure built up around her hips. Realising what was happening Sarada quickly closed her eyes and braced herself. Leaning over onto the floor she wrapped her arms around her chest. The sudden sound of bones cracking and snapping apart profoundly reverberated around the bedroom. She cried out as her hips flared outwards pressuring hard against her small shorts, filling them out and straining the fabric. “U-uhh ahhhh!” Sarada moaned as her rump ballooned to Hinata's motherly proportions, beginning to tear the slim shorts apart. Sarada howled as her waist fractured distressful inwards. Shaking her spine cracked savagely lengthening, snapping her back excruciatingly inwards revealing a refined curve.

Rolling over onto her back Sarada could still feel the mask writhing and transforming her, clamping down even more firmly and tightly. She shook as her thighs throbbed fleshing out, her knees popping. Her limbs clicked and cracked producing sickening grinding sounds as they ground together, her petite frame violently convulsed transforming into matured motherly dimensions. Letting out a strained moan she arched her back jutting her torso forward as a warming feeling welled in her chest. Her bosoms swelled briskly, quickly straining the sleeved qipao dress. “I-it's getting rather tight and un-uncomfortable!” Sarada panted as her chest continued to press and tear her dress. Stopping expanding just before the material gave way the top resembled an ill-fitting crop-top, barely just able to hold Hinata's well developed bosom.

Gradually picking herself up off the bedroom floor, Sarada stumbled towards her mirror. Her feet tripping up on themselves not used to being this tall. Her balance unsteady from Hinata's sizeable rump and bosom. Clumsily Sarada collapsed on top of her drawer, Hinata's voluptuous bosom cushioning them impact. Blushing a little she braced herself up with her arms and gazed into the mirror. The mask slowly finally finished writhing into place and clamped firmly settling on Sarada's face. She felt awash with Hinata's memories and feelings as they compiled atop and partly replaced her own. “Is this really me?” Sarada questioned, gingerly grabbing the soft blushed cheeks. “I never realised how gorgeous Mrs Uzumaki was, she looks so calm and gentle.”

She sighed loudly “That idiot Boruto and Hinawari are so lucky!” Backing off slightly from the desktop mirror Sarada could begin to feel her former tattered clothes slip down Hinata's body slightly. Remembering she 'borrowed' a pair of Hinata's clothes she scuttled carefully over to her bed, not wanting to experience an extremely embarrassing wardrobe malfunction. On her bed she noticed laying in a pile next to it were her stashed folded up copy of Hinata's outfit, as well as the delicate white mask she had found with the scroll. She leant forward picking up gently the Kaguya mask in her hands. An ominous pulse emanated from the pale yet strangely graceful mask. Sarada flipped the Mask around in her hands stare into the smooth inside contours.