Rokuro decided to interview Hinata in order observe her mental drain.

"So, Hinata, mind if I ask you some questions?" Rokuro asked, wanting to see how much of a bimbo she is now.

"Like, sure," She replied, giggling and bouncing slightly on the couch, making her already enlarged chest jiggle noticeably. That was a good sign, for him at least.

"What was something the First Hokage famous for?"

"Uh, her big boobies?" She answered, tilting her head with a vacant smile as she absentmindedly squeezed her own breasts through her shirt. "Like, totally huge ones!"

Rokuro shook his head. "That's Lady Tsunade, Hinata. She's also not famous just for that."

"That's like, totally right. Gimme me another question," Hinata chirped, her eyes glazing over as she struggled to focus. She started playing with her hair, twirling a strand around her finger while her other hand drifted down to rub her thigh.

"Aside from that, what else is she famous for?"

"Um, uh," Hinata says, scratching her head with a look of intense concentration that quickly dissolved into another airheaded giggle. "For having big boobies?" She repeated, completely forgetting the correction as her enhanced lips formed a perfect pout. "Wait, no! Like, for being super strong? Or... or for being like, super duper horny all the time?" She added hopefully, squirming in her seat as her growing ass cheeks spilled over the edge of the cushion.

At least her intelligence was starting to reach the proper bimbo levels? He decided her expansion was taking too long - her breasts were only marginally larger than before, and her ass, while delightfully plump, hadn't yet reached the ludicrous, shelf-like proportions Rokuro desired. The fog in her mind seemed thick enough though; she'd just called the Godaime Hokage "super duper horny" without a trace of irony. "Hinata, I'm going to use the Jutsu again."

"What did it do again?" Hinata blinked, her big, empty eyes looking up at him with genuine confusion as she absentmindedly squeezed her swelling tits through her shirt. "You don't remember?" he asked, feigning disappointment while already gathering chakra for the second application. "No, I think you never told me what it did in the first place," she pouted, her enhanced lips forming a perfect, glossy pout. "You should have remembered," Rokuro chided, enjoying how her brow furrowed in a futile attempt at thought before smoothing out into vacant bliss. "I think maybe you did," she mumbled, just as he slammed his palm against her chest, flooding her system with the bimbo-making chakra once more.

The effect was immediate and dramatic. Hinata gasped, her back arching violently as her breasts ballooned outward, straining the fabric of her shirt with audible creaks. "Oooh! Is it me, or is it getting, like, super hot in here?" she whined, fanning herself frantically with one hand while clumsily trying to undo her coat buttons with the other.

While her lips started to look bigger, Rokuro wondered how she was doing in the brain department. While the Jutsu should make the fog in her mind worse, her intellect shouldn't be too bright. So, he decided to test it out. "Hinata, I think you're doing it wrong."

"What? What am I doing wrong? Am I sitting wrong?" She asked confused.

"Your shirt."

My shirt?"

"Yes. I think you're wearing it wrong."

Hinata still had some brains in her, but still less than enough to not believe him. "How am I wearing it wrong? Is it backwards?" She asked, looking at the shirt.

"No. I mean you're wearing it wrong, because you're wearing it." he explained.

Hinata blinked slowly, her glossy eyes struggling to process his words. "Like, wait... so I shouldn't be wearing... anything?" she mumbled, her plump lower lip trembling as her fingers fumbled with the top button of her shirt. The pink fog thickened behind her vacant stare, visibly clouding her thoughts as she tried to reconcile his absurd logic. "But... but that's silly," she protested weakly, her voice already taking on a higher, ditzier pitch. "Everyone wears clothes, right? Like, even super duper sexy bimbos wear... um..." She trailed off, her enhanced lips forming a perfect O as she completely forgot what she was saying.

"For some reason, I can't help but think the rule had been changed," Rokuro said smoothly, watching her struggle with the simple concept of clothing. Hinata tilted her head, her vacant eyes blinking slowly as a strand of drool escaped her pouty lips. "What rules?" she mumbled, her fingers finally popping open the first button of her shirt to reveal the lacy edge of her bra beneath. "The rules that say you need to wear a shirt over your bra," he explained, leaning closer as her enhanced cleavage heaved with each airheaded breath. "For the life of me, I can't help but think a bra counts as a shirt, and a shirt counts as a bra." Rokuro used word salad, it's super effective!

"So like..." Hinata blinked slowly, her tongue poking out to wet her glossy lips as she tried to process his twisted logic. "I can use my bra as a shirt, and like... wear it over my shirt? That sounds super complicated." Her enhanced breasts strained against the thin fabric of her bra as she squirmed, the sheer weight of them making her posture slump forward. Rokuro could practically see the pink fog thickening behind her vacant, doll-like eyes as she struggled to hold onto the thought.

"Yes and no," he purred, stepping closer to trace a finger along the swell of her ridiculous cleavage. The heat radiating from her bimbo-fied body was almost palpable. "All you need is your bra, and no shirt. It's simple, really." Hinata whined high in her throat, a sound like a deflating balloon, as his touch sent shivers through her oversensitive flesh. "But like... people would totally see my boobies then!" she protested, her voice rising into a childish squeak. "And that's, like, against the rules or something, right?"

"Not if you want them to," he countered smoothly, his hand sliding up to cup one massive tit, feeling it throb with unnatural heat beneath his palm. "And if you wear your bra. You don't have to wear your shirt." Rokuro squeezed deliberately, making her gasp and arch into his touch. "You don't want to break the rules, do you?" Her eyes widened in dawning horror at the very idea of rule-breaking, the last vestiges of her Hyuga discipline warping into bimbo-grade obedience.

"No!" The near-bimbo squealed, frantically tearing at her shirt buttons with clumsy, trembling fingers. "Hinata's, like, a good girl who follows the rules!" Fabric ripped as she yanked the garment open, sending buttons flying. His breath hitched as her obscenely swollen tits spilled free, each one easily dwarfing Tsunade's legendary assets, capped with stiff, pink nipples that begged for attention. The jutsu had truly worked wonders; her breasts were cartoonishly huge, wobbling with every shallow breath she took. He'd give her maybe ten minutes before she was a complete airhead. And as she beamed up at him with vacant pride, already forgetting why she was topless, he couldn't wait to see how much bigger they'd get when the transformation finished turning her into a full, drooling bimbo.

"Hey, Hinata," Rokuro said, his eyes fixed on her massive, exposed tits as they wobbled with her every breath. "I'm thinking about getting my name changed to Master. What do you think about it?" Hinata blinked slowly, her vacant eyes struggling to process the question before lighting up with bimbo enthusiasm. "Like, that's totes cool, Master!" she squealed in a pitch so high it almost hurt his ears. Then, shifting back to her regular tone with an air of sudden seriousness that was comically out of place, she added, "Can I like, call you that from now on?" He grinned, enjoying how quickly the pink fog swallowed any lingering hesitation. "Sure."

"Like, Master," she cooed, her enhanced lips forming a perfect pout as she suddenly frowned down at her own chest. Her huge breasts swayed heavily with the movement. "Something like, totally feels wrong with my boobies." She squeezed them clumsily with both hands, her fingers sinking deep into the impossibly soft flesh. "They like, feel super bigger than they used to be. Like, way bigger. Are they supposed to be this... jiggly?" A strand of drool escaped her lips as she stared in dumb fascination at the way her own tits wobbled.

"I could feel them for you to check," he offered smoothly, already moving his hands towards the obscene mounds. Instinct, a ghost of the kunoichi she once was, made Hinata jerk her hands up to cover her breasts defensively. "Uh..." she hesitated, her brow furrowing in a futile attempt at thought. But the resistance lasted only a second before her hands dropped limply to her sides. The pink fog behind her eyes thickened visibly, erasing the brief flicker of confusion. Why shouldn't she let Master feel them? Rules were confusing, but Master knew best. A vacant, eager smile spread across her face. "Okay! Like, check them good, Master! Make sure they're, like, the right kind of big!"