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I... am a cow.

This thought filled her with utter bliss. It made her writhe and squeal and moan in uncontrollable euphoria just to think about it.

Her body felt incredible. Sensations she never could have imagined were now rushing through her, such a pleasure as she had never felt before. The merest anticipation of his touch sent her into throes of ecstasy.

Orgasmic convulsions wracked her frame, womanly beyond her age, extraordinarily curvaceous and buxom. Her breasts heaved, soft and doughy buttocks quaking and quivering as she threw her head, squirming and wriggling for want of a single, unattainable thing.

She ached with a longing deep and profound, the presence of an unconscionable void between her legs. She felt so empty, like nothing could ever fill her up... and yet, she knew of one thing, surely, that could complete her. Something great and wonderful, a sublime length and breadth of perfectly gorgeous shape that could reach even into the furthest depths of her being and fill her up unto the very brink of utter, absolute completion.

Her clothes felt so constricting as she thought of him, so unbearably tight and confining. She longed to be free from this restraint, to cast aside these woven shackles and bare herself to him, give up every last inch of her aching, lonely flesh to his appetite, to a carnal hunger which was doubtless ravenous and insatiable.

I am Naruto-sama's shameless, slutty cow...!

She moaned, uncaring of who might hear her. It was morning, not even half of an hour left before they were due for the academy, and the only people still asleep were the ones who worked night shifts. But she no longer cared whether or not anyone found her.

All that mattered was him, her master, her one and only love in all the whole wide world.

Naruto.

She adored him. She would do anything for him. She was his cow, his bitch, his loyal, unquestioning slave. He could do no wrong in her eyes. Anything he asked of her, she would do. Anything he desired of her, she would give.

He was her master. Her perfect, infallible Naruto-sama. If he told her to abandon her career as a kunoichi and live out the rest of her existence as a cock-sleeve for him, she would thank him for the honor of being wrapped around his manhood. If he told her to rape her own mother, or sell her body on the street corner, she would praise his wisdom and laud his benevolence.

Just to feel his hands on her breasts, just to feel him squeezing and fondling her, pinching her nipples and milking her like a cow, she would do anything. He was her everything. The only thing she could ever want in this world. If he would only take her, her life would be complete.

If only he would do to her... whatever he had done to his sister.

Hinata watched the two of them through the window, whimpering and blushing as she peeked up over the sill. The light streaming into Naruko's room gave the Hyuuga heiress (and number one Naruto fangirl) a very clear view of the fraternal twins' hot and sweaty joining, their naked, gorgeous bodies coming together in a passionate, forbidden tryst.

It made her insides ache in such wonderful ways to watch as Naruto made love to his sister, and imagine herself in Naruko's place. Hinata's panties were soaking wet, and the well-developed buds of her young, pubescent breasts strained desperately against the confines of her heavy, thick coat.

She stared with unadulterated wonder at the shape and proportion of Naruko's body, byakugan peering through to the heart of the blonde's being. Despite a vastly changed outer appearance, on the inside Hinata could tell that this was without a doubt Naruko and no other.

Hinata had only ever met two people with a chakra like that, so vast and rich, deep beyond sight, a bottomless well of energy that drew her eyes in until she could hardly tear her gaze away. One of them was Naruto, and the other was his twin.

Both of whom she loved.

Yes, Hinata was as enraptured by the nudity of Naruko as she was by the body of her love and master, the man for whom she would gladly do anything. She was as aroused by the sight of Naruko's four tremendous breasts as she was by the throb and pulse of Naruto's unmistakable manhood deep inside of his sister's sex.

She adored both twins, admired the two of them with an obsessively amorous fervor. Naruko and Naruto were equally magnificent to her. Hinata would as happily kiss and worship the sister as she would the brother.

Hinata was adamantly bi for the Uzumaki twins. Everything she thought about Naruto, all the worshipful, obssessive prose dedicated to her adoration of him, applied equally readily to Naruko. Because to her, they were not two different people.

As far as Hinata was concerned, Naruto and Naruko were one and the same. The only reason she defaulted to Naruto in her fantasies was because of societal norms. Otherwise, she would just as happily eat out Naruko's pussy as she would suckle on Naruto's cock.

A hand slipped itself down the front of Hinata's trousers as she watched the intercourse of Naruto and his sister intensify. She pressed her face to the window, seemingly unnoticed by the two passionate lovers within.

She touched herself, imagining herself as happily and readily in Naruto's place as in Naruko's.

Deceptively strong and calloused young hands sank deep into the soft and doughy expanse of enormous, creamy mammaries. Naruto's breath swept hot and damp over the luscious, supple mountains of flesh. He was buried face-first in a heavenly valley of womanly meat, his body gracefully melding into the rolling hills and valleys of his sister's salacious form.

He kissed Naruko's breasts, groaning huskily as he fondled the exceedingly ample globes of flesh. His tongue traced figures over her skin, tasting the sweat which trickled down her body. His fingers dug deep into supple, doughy tissue. He kneaded and tasted the enormous mammaries which hung from his twin's chest.

The weight of Naruko's upper teats was heavy on her brother's – her master's – head. Her buttocks, large and round, soft and bouncy, slapped noisily on the floor as she bucked her hips, lowing and mewling in time with the grunting and gasping of her master – her brother. Her tail curled against the small of her back, flicking and tensing in the bliss of their sex.

Plump, juicy thighs smacked the insides of her brother's legs. He had himself wrapped around her, his arms reaching up to explore her bosom, his legs intertwining with hers. His pelvis had her pinned to the ground, his manhood delving hungrily into her pussy.

Nectar gushed from Naruko's flower, tears of joy flowing down her cheeks. Milk seeped from puffy nipples, and sweat glistened upon rosy skin. Her hair was a golden halo, strewn about her head, horns scraping the floorboards as she wriggled and squirmed. Her body quaked and quivered, ripples passing swiftly through soft and pliable flesh.

She was as putty in his hands. She felt like she could come at the slightest touch from him, and to have his manhood inside of her like this was to feel as though she had died and gone straight to some nymphomaniacal version of heaven.

She was in heaven.

"I love you, master!" she cried out at the top of her lungs, coming with a thrill – a flash of stars in her eyes – writhing and squirming, gasping and panting for every gulp of air, labored and sweaty and molten-flesh hot. "You're too good for me...! Oh, you're so generous❤"

"Ungh... sis..." Naruto groaned, breathing heavily, his eyes half-lidded. He was sweating buckets, like his sister, and a lopsided grin pressed into her skin. "Damn, you feel so hot. Ah, yeah, this is too good. I love it!"

"Ohh, yess!" Naruko gasped, her eyes going wide as Naruto thrust deep into her. "There! Oh, right there, master, please!" She squirmed beneath her brother, throwing her head this way and that as he ground himself inside of her cunt. "Yes! YES! I love you, master! Oh, gawd, you're too wonderful! Ahhhn! My pussy...! I feel so good...!"

The underside of Naruto's cock rubbed against Naruko's swollen, aching clit. She shuddered, gasping in blissful agony at the delightful sensations this sent rocketing through her body. She was coming, coming all over his manhood. Her juices gushed without end, flowing obscenely over his hard, unyielding flesh.

Their bodies slapped noisily together, skin smacking skin at a regular pace, swift and fervent. Naruto squeezed her breasts, kneading them, coaxing more milk from her nipples. He rocked his hips back and forth, driving his manhood in and out of her. He fucked her, lost to the pleasure he felt, the wonderful feelings her body was giving him.

Faster and faster they went, hot and sweaty, a torrent of lust. Deep and hard, and harder and deeper, the deepest and hardest and fastest and hottest. Passionate, furious, unrestrained by taboo.

They fucked. They made love.

All while Hinata watched.

... ... ... ... ...

Milk.

That was good for a growing boy, wasn't it? It helped strengthen your bones, and let you grow big and strong. Milk had all kinds of nutrients, proteins and vitamins for nourishing young bodies.

Yes.

Milk was good for children, and Kushina took good care of her kids. Especially her son. She would give him all the milk he could ever want, help him grow into a big and strong hokage like his father before him.

... ... ...No, into something even better than his father. Minato was a great man in life, but not perfect. Not like his son.

Next to Naruto, even the late Yondaime seemed to pale in comparison.

Kushina whistled cheerfully to herself, bouncily skipping down the hall and into the kitchen. It was less than half an hour before the twins had to be at the academy, and she still hadn't made their breafast. That was simply careless of her, wasn't it?

Toast popped up, golden brown and crispy. It was hot in her hands as she plucked it from the toaster, slapping the two slices of bread down on a plate. Another two slices went into the toaster's slots, Kushina depressing the switch on the side and immersing the slices of bread amidst thick, erubescent heating coils.

Cold steel slipped effortlessly through warm butter, a chip of softened dairy balanced upon the flat of a blade. With a precise flick of her wrist, Kushina spread the butter on the toast. A few hot crumbs came off of the bread, landing in her cleavage.

"Ah! That's warm❤" Kushina squealed, mewling and wiggling her naked hips. "Mmmm..."

Her four tremendous tits bounced and jiggled, and the crumbs fell back out of her cleavage after a few seconds. Her nipples were erect, large and puffy. A bit of milk trickled down the vast expanse of her bosoms.

Kushina purred, moaning quietly and glancing away from the toaster. It would take another minute or so for these slices to cook, and in the meantime the single mother's attention was drawn by the siren song of three empty glasses.

Master... she thought, blushing and licking her lips. Naruto-sama will surely want some fresh milk to go with his breakfast. It's only natural for a man his age!

Kushina giggled, shaking her ass giddily. Soft and supple hills roiled and rocked with the motion of the redhead's hips, buttocks dimpling and quivering. She clapped her hands gleefully together, pleased with herself for thinking of such a thing.

"Yes, master is sure to be very thirsty!" she repeated to herself, long ears twitching. She could hear the muffled sounds of her daughter's moaning, the thumping of flesh against hardwood, and the labored grunts of a young man making love.

Her tail flicked in the air, swishing back and forth.

"Master! Master! Master! Mooo! Moooooooo!" she could hear her daughter squealing.

"Sis...! Naruko...! Naruko-neechan!" she could also hear her son – her master – groaning.

Kushina smiled, twining her fingers together and cheerily nodding her head.

"What a good girl... teehee!" she tittered. "And how generous of Naruto-sama, too. Maybe he'll even see fit to make me a grandmother...❤"

Kushina giggled innocently, blushing and skipping over to the table. She bent over it, her lower rack smushing lewdly into the tabletop. Wagging her ass, flicking her thin, bristle-tipped cow-tail, the lascivious MILF grabbed her upper breasts. They proved to be a great handful, her fingers sinking deep into the creamy white tissue of her teats, but Kushina persevered and managed to position her nipples roughly in line with two of the glasses.

With a soaking wet pussy, and visions of a grateful master running through her head, Kushina proceeded to squeeze and yank, tugging at her own tits. Milk spurted from the nipples of her upper breasts, squirting messily at, around, and even a little inside of the glasses.

Aiming with those gigantic gazongas was much harder than Kushina expected, but she was nothing if not persistent (and also deeply aroused by milking herself). So she persevered through every hot, wet, explosive, self-induced orgasm until finally the glasses were reasonably full.

Of course, the table was also soaking wet, Kushina's warm milk dripping over the edges and splashing the floor. A frothy white puddle formed around the table legs, and Kushina was so boneless and weak from her repeated orgasms that she couldn't even lift her torso from the table, much less wipe up the mess she had made.

Her tits lay in a big puddle of her breastmilk, her eyes half-lidded and glassy, cheeks red and rosy. She breathed heavily, shoulders heaving, moaning senselessly and weakly wiggling her hips. Her ass, big and round and smackable, hung over the edge of the table. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth, plump and kissable lips stuck in an obscenely lewd smile. She idly lapped up the mess of her own lactation.

It was faintly sweet, with a touch of strawberry.

When Naruto walked through the kitchen, sloppily dressed and visibly exhausted, with a big dopey grin on his face, he barely even registered his mother's appearance. No use crying over spilled milk, after all.

Naruko came waddling in a few seconds behind her brother, a dreamy expression on her face and a bit of semen still clinging to her inner thighs.

"Are you sure you don't want me to come with you, master?" she asked Naruto warmly, her tone reverent and respectful in a simple, childish sort of way.

"Uhh... well, we don't really have anything that'd fit you," Naruto said, gesturing vaguely. His cheeks were a touch pink, and he was clearly averting his gaze from Naruko's naked body.

He grabbed a glass of milk from the table, only absentmindedly registering the state of his mother: glassy-eyed, naked as a jaybird, and lying tits-down on the table, soaking in a puddle of her own breastmilk.

Taking a sip of the milk, Naruto's expression immediately brightened.

"Wow, that's good!" he mused, licking his lips. He grinned and seemed to perk right up, as though completely revitalized from his recent session with Naruko.

"Mom must have worked very hard on it, moo!" Naruko agreed, taking a sip from the other glass. "It's delicious!"

Naruto took a look at his mother, then, and finally registered that she had apparently undergone the same transformation as his sister.

"Huh," he said. "That's weird. Mom looks like you. Is this a family thing I just never heard about?"

Naruko giggled, bouncing on the balls of her feet.

"Master made us this way, of course❤" she said simply. "All to better serve him. Moo~❤"

Naruto gave his sister a blank look. Then he shrugged.

"Ehh, if you say so," he said dismissively. "But I should really get going. I'll tell Iruka-sensei you caught a cold, okay? We can figure out what to do about... this..." he gestured at Naruko, and then at Kushina, "...after I get back from school. That sound good to you?"

Naruko beamed, and clapped her hands together.

"Whatever master thinks is best❤"