Sarada tries on the Mask of Kaguya

Sarada reached up against the wall, stretching out her arm, Catching the edge of the Kaguya mask with her fingers she clasped lightly and pulled the mask down from it's peach on the wall above.

Slowly Sarada flipped the Kaguya mask around, gripping it tightly she brought it closer to her face. A faint ominous pulse emanated from it. Her eyes glazed over gradually. Her breathing grew slow and heavy. As she drew the mask closer and closer she could feel her hot breath bounce off the smooth inner surface. Sarada's hands shock wildly as the pulse became stronger, calling out to her. Unable to restrain herself any longer Sarada slammed the Kaguya mask rapidly into her face.

Instantly the Kaguya Mask violently slapped onto Sarada's face as she let out a low loud groan. Stumbling backward she recoiled from the **** of the mask impacting her. Clamping firmly around her head the once ornate and delicate mask shuddered and creaked. Small tendrils launched out of the mask latching onto her head. Moaning loudly Sarada could feel chakra being forcefully and rapidly being drawn from within her body. The Mask softened too on a more elastic flesh like feeling. It pressed down roughly on her face, kneading and moulding into her soft facial features. Sarada winced in discomfort as it continued to writhe. Kaguya's bangs began to change and distort. Violently they **** their way into Sarada's scalp, letting out a cry as she distressingly felt them rip into her dark onyx hair. She groaned as the mask's 'hair' progressed and smothered her own, sharply pulling and tugging at her shoulder length hair. Wincing as her own dark onyx hair lengthened, converting to a shimmering silver shade. Sarada suddenly felt a tearing throb. She frantically clamped her hands onto her head tightly, shaking intensely as two small bulges began to protrude from the sides of her head. Unnerving creaking filled the room as the two shifting masses **** their way through the eruption of white hair. The stopped sharply forming two distinct brown appendages.

Sarada continued to clamp her hands firmly around her head as the mask writhed. Distorting deeply atop her distraught expression. Cringeworthly crackling proceeded by sick snapping echoed throughout the shrine's small hidden room as Sarada's jaw violently dislocated. She let out an articulated grunt as it lashed back into place forming into Kaguya's sculpted jawline. Sarada's eyes shuddered in agony as she sensed the immense burden and terrifying **** of Kaguya's omnipotent chakra being forcefully funnelled into her adolescent form. She let out an ear-splitting scream , weeping as she regretted donning the mask. Continuing to scream her body burned furiously as the unnatural god-like chakra twisted her. Skin quickly shifted tone from her fair complexion, becoming a soft pale colour.

Beginning to staggering around the tiny hidden room Sarada wrestled against the Kaguya mask, trying to frantically remove it. Her bruised hands pulling madly against the shifting mass that smothered her features. Try as she might it didn't budge. Her tears dripping down the warping surface and onto the matted floor. Sarada's knees let off a nauseating snap causing her to screech in anguish, collapsing to knees. She groaned aloud clenching her teeth as the malevolent chakra adjusted her form. Small grunts escaped her as she trembled, her strained eyes rolling slightly upwards. Aware of the building pressure around her hips she gritted her teeth and braced for the worst. Sarada cried out. The sudden sound of bones crackling and snapping violently apart profoundly reverberated around the cramped hidden chamber. She wept as her hips flared outwards pressing firmly against her light shorts. Soft moans echoed as her rump ballooned to Kaguya's matured proportions pressuring the fabric of her slim shorts. Sarada wailed as her waist fractured disturbingly inwards. Trembling her spine cracked savagely lengthened, snapping her back excruciatingly inwards revealing a refined curve.

Sarada trembled, trying to compel herself to her feet. Dragging herself up she staggered to her feet. Taking a few steps slowly forward, the mask still writhing and changing her. She slowed further as her thighs throbbed, burning as they flesh out. Sarada panted as a loud crunch resounded from her knees, toppling her over harshly onto the matted floor. Hitting the floor with a thud she rolled over onto her back. Her limbs clicked and cracked making sickening grinding sounds as they grated together, her petite frame violently unwillingly transformed into mature dimensions. Agonised she moaned forcibly arching her back to jut her chest forward as she could feel a sensation welling within her. Her bosoms swelled briskly, stretching and straining the sleeved qipao dress's material the outfit becoming smaller and similar an ill-fitting t-shirt.

Sarada panted loudly sweat dripping down her unsteady body as Kaguya's chakra had forged her into resembling Kaguya's developed appearance. Continuing to course throughout her body Sarada flinched as the changes had not yet concluded., again grabbing her pounding head as the writhing mask settled atop her face. Abruptly Sarada thrashed violently, shrieking out a deep unidentified outcry. Her eyes frantically zipped around in their sockets promptly changing to sharingan tomoe, which quickly burnt away into blank irises. Her veins surrounding them protruded prominently as her eyes twitched. Blood trickled down her face. A vast surge of raw energy spewed out consuming Sarada as snapping open the Rinne sharingan took hold. Her tattered dress and strained shorts evaporated, exposing Sarada extremely briefly. Kaguya's high-collared hime-kimono formed concealing her from sight.

Fading away and growing dim the beam of light dissipated revealing in it's place a prominent silhouette. No longer stood Sarada in the hidden Naka shrine room. Rather the imposing and menacing figure of Kaguya Ootsutsuki. Sarada slowly raised her hands to her face panting lightly as she in a state of shock glared at herself. Letting out a soft sigh trying to realise what had just happened to her. She stumbled forward slightly, collapsing onto her knees. Her face contorted with horror as she could feel Kaguya's almighty chakra empowering her, but encroaching upon her psyche was the overwhelming foreboding **** of Kaguya whispering over her shoulder.