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It was very awkward trying to explain away his sister's absence from school without actually getting into the dirty, kinky details of why. Naruto felt hard pressed to deflect Iruka-sensei's prying inquiries, the exchange of questions and answers distinctly arduous despite its brevity.

Iruka Umino was very perceptive, especially when it came to his two chief problem students. Naruto and Naruko had a widely-known habit and history of causing mischief in the academy, and Iruka Umino was one of the only instructors both patient and empathetic enough to put up with them.

Of course Iruka probably would have committed himself to a mental institution before believing what had truly happened to Naruto's sister and mother, so there was a good motivation for the boy to not tell him the truth.

And even Naruto, now that he was here at the academy with his classmates and acquaintances, had trouble believing what had happened to him. It felt so unreal, now that he was surrounded by his peers, normal by ninja standards and untroubled by any kind of horny, human cows. After an hour of the same old tedious routine of lectures and note-taking, Naruto began to wonder if he hadn't just dreamed the whole thing up in a fevered haze.

But, as he would find out later that day, it was all quite inescapably real.

Around an hour after lunch, when the meals had all settled down in the students' bellies, the academy class was taken outside as per their usual routine, and matched up semi-randomly for short, educational spars. The instructors watched over these sessions, and the students were not armed with anything resembling real weapons, so injuries beyond superficial cuts and scrapes were acceptably rare and infrequent.

Fortunately (or unfortunately, depending on your perspective) Naruto, for that day's sparring, was matched up against a male filler student. His opponent was in every way bland and unmemorable with no meaningful characterization or distinguishing traits. An all-but-faceless redshirt, accepted solely to fill out the academy's classes and serve as literary, metaphorical cannon fodder to achieve the impressively harsh-sounding 33% pass rate of the true final genin exam.

Naruto may have been near the bottom of class academically, but in the straightforward practical exercises he always ranked very well. Hand to hand sparring, in particularly, was easily one of his best areas. He also did well in target practice and survival exercises.

The only practical examinations he ever did less than well in, generally speaking, were those involving ninjutsu or chakra control. He and his sister had greatly abundant chakra, but very little natural control, and so the basic "Academy Three" – particularly the fundamental clone jutsu, which demanded far more in precision than in power – had been very difficult for them to get down.

Even in what would hopefully be their penultimate year in the ninja academy, Naruto still had trouble generating more than the bare minimum number of bunshin, and the less said about Naruko's kawarimi no jutsu the better.

But this expositional flavor text aside, the basic point which one should arrive at from this was that Naruto did consistently well in hand-to-hand sparring, even with the undisciplined and chaotic style of taijutsu he had learned from his mother. Thus, as far as this match up between him and this generic male classmate (who was so unimportant to the overall plot that there was scarcely even a point in taking the time to give him a name), it should be no surprise who won the match.

Really, Naruto won with just two punches. The first one stopped his opponent in his tracks, and the second one sent him flying out of the ring. The young Uzumaki lad hardly even had to put any effort into that spar.

"Nice one, Naruto!" Kiba complimented his fellow rambunctious trouble-maker, grinning toothily at the blond. "That was a great fight."

"I don't think you needed to hit the guy that hard, though," Shikamaru commented, standing nearby.

"It's not like I punched hard enough to break anything," Naruto said dismissively, grinning at his fellow classmates. "I just put enough force into that last blow to knock him back out of the ring. You know what Iruka-sensei's always saying about knowing how to conserve your strength!"

Shikamaru snorted, rolling his eyes.

"Since when did you start listening to his lectures?" he drawled.

With perfectly unimpeachable maturity and intelligence, Naruto gave Shikamaru the finger.

"I always listen in class," he said obstinately.

Kiba choked on his own laughter.

"Sure, and I'm secretly the fire daimyo's nephew," the Inuzuka supplied with obvious sarcasm, coaxing an irritable sort of fuming from Naruto.

"Eh? Who's whose uncle?" queried Choji, strolling over to the group with a hand cupped over his ear.

"Hey, Choji," said Shikamaru, greeting his longtime friend with a languid wave. "It's nothing, really. Kiba was just razzing Naruto."

The son of the Akimichi clan's fifteenth head said, "Oh, I see," and nodded his head in understanding.

"You guys suck," Naruto muttered. "I have gotta get better friends."

"Yeah, right!" Kiba laughed. "Whether you like it or not, you're stuck with us."

He slapped Naruto on the shoulder, causing the blond to wince and retaliate with a punch in the arm. Both boys glared at each other. However, before this exchange could degenerate into an all out brawl (as these things often did between Naruto and Kiba), Choji interjected with a question Naruto had been hoping wouldn't be asked.

"So, hey, Naruto," the stout and portly young shinobi in training said, interrupting before things could devolve any further. "Um, what's up with your sister? I heard she was sick or something. Is it anything serious?"

"If it was anything serious," Shikamaru interjected before Naruto could answer, "then Naruto would've had an excuse to skip out on class. She probably just caught a cold or something."

Kiba chuckled.

"I would've thought she'd be immune to something like that," the grinning lad teasingly remarked, taking the opportunity for a friendly and moderately subtle jab at his friend's sister.

Naruto chuckled weakly, deciding to play off from the explanation Shikamaru offered.

"Y-Yeah, it's nothing real bad, but she was sniffling like crazy and sneezing everywhere. Mom pretty much had to strap her down in bed to keep her from coming to school."

Choji chortled goodnaturedly.

"That sounds like Naruko alright," he said with a cheerful nod. "Think we ought to buy her some get well cards?"

"Too much work," Shikamaru deadpanned, waving the suggestion off. "Especially for something as minor as a cold. She'll probably be up again and talking our ears off come monday."

Naruto did a very good job, in his opinion, of hiding the worried look he got, silently hoping that she really WAS sick, that she WOULD be better by the time the weekend was over, and that he HAD simply been so tired this morning that he had confused reality with some bizarre and kinky lucid dream.

It wouldn't have been the first time he'd dreamed those sorts of perverted things, after all, even about his own family. Though personally he would have preferred if the dream had starred Sakura-chan... or, honestly, even Ino... heck, that Hinata girl was sorta cute, too, once he got past that weird and timid exterior... and there was that odango-haired sempai with the ninja tools...

Despite himself, Naruto's face grew noticeably red.

"Hey, man, you alright?" Kiba inquired. "You look like you're coming down with something too."

He inched away from the blond, theatrically shielding himself.

"I swear, Naruto, if you try and cough on me..." he said warningly.

"Looks more like he's blushing, to me," Shikamaru commented. "I guess he must've gotten distracted watching Sakura spar."

The Nara smirked knowingly, causing the Uzumaki's blush to deepen a little further.

The blond imagined, half-against his will, his feisty pink-haired crush with four enormous tits, horns and ears and a tail like some sort of human-cow hybrid, mooing and lowing and begging him to fuck her the way Naruko had been this morning.

And now a part of him was perversely hoping that he hadn't simply dreamed all of that.

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

Kushina was in a dreamlike state. Her body felt amazing, thrills of pleasure rushing through her at every little action. It was like nothing she had ever experienced before, a blissful state of pure and undiluted ecstasy which rewarded her mere existence with frequent and mindblowing orgasms.

She went through the motions of her daily routine, all the while thinking lovingly and longingly of her son – her master.

Kushina had been a homemaker for a little over a decade, now. She and her children lived well enough, provided a generous pension by the village as widow and offspring of the late Fourth Hokage. She took care of her kids and provided a home for them, raising and nurturing them into fine young shinobi of the Leaf.

She did a once-over of the house, dreamily and wistfully sweeping a little bit here or there. With a regular cleaning, and her kids usually out of the house during the day, Kushina had no trouble keeping the place tidy and presentable.

Laundry was washed, then hung out to dry in the back yard. Kushina was idly aware of a few flabbergasted peeping toms ogling her as she worked, but she did not feel the need to particularly care one way or the other what they saw. Their opinions of her body and her looks did not matter to Kushina. Whether they found her sexually attractive or utterly shocking was wholly irrelevant in her mind.

The only person whose opinion she really cared about (at least inasmuch as the appearance of her body) was her master, her son. If Naruto saw her and was pleased, then that was all that mattered. If he saw her and was displeased, then that was also all that mattered.

Everything she thought about as she did her chores over the course of the day revolved in some way or other around Naruto. She longed for his touch upon her body once more, to feel him squeezing and kneading her buttocks as he had that morning, brusquely and hungrily kissing and licking her hot and soaking pussy, eating out or fucking her lewdly aching cunt.

Kushina was absently aware of Naruko as she went about her daily routine, her daughter hanging around and wistfully sighing, patiently awaiting their master's return. She saw that her daughter was the same as her, in stature and endowment practically identical. Kushina felt like she could have easily been ten or fifteen years younger, and Naruko herself looked about ten years older.

The Uzumaki matron had almost felt tempted to milk her daughter, or have her daughter milk her. Something about her new, wonderful body seemed to deeply crave milk, fresh and warm. She wanted to drink it straight from the source, throw her daughter down and forcibly nurse herself at the girl's teat.

Kushina also, almost as a matter of course, felt a powerful and overwhelming desire to glut herself on her master's sperm. She wanted to taste his seed and drink of it: to feed herself morning, day, and night on nothing but her son's thick and tasty cum. Her thirst for her daughter's milk paled in comparison to this craving, and the only desire in Kushina that felt as powerful as this was the urge to be milked, to have her breasts and nipples forcibly fondled, tugged, yanked and pulled to fill up buckets upon buckets with her warm and creamy breastmilk.

Rather fittingly considering the nature of her new appearance, Kushina fantasized longingly of being treated like a cow by her son, of being fucked and milked and ordered around. She would do anything her asked her to – even die for his amusement, if that was what he wanted. To be used by Naruto-sama was her one and only desire in life, now that she had "seen the light", as she saw it.

It was probable that Naruko thought and felt things of a similar nature, considering the way she looked at her mother, and the way also she whispered her brother's name in desire. The blonde was eagerly awaiting her twin's return, kneeling patiently all of two feet from the front door, planning doubtlessly to welcome her master the very instant he opened that door.

Kushina, once she had finally finished with all of her chores, quite happily joined her daughter in patiently awaiting Naruto's return just inside the entry.

Their master, however, was not the first person to come through that door. At a little past one thirty, when Naruto would still have been in class, the doorknob turned and someone walked inside the house, humming cheerfully.

"Kushina?" came the warm and kindly voice of Mikoto Uchiha, beautiful and demure wife of the Uchiha clan head. "I've got those candles... you know, the ones you wanted... to... buh... buh..."

Mikoto's words trailed off. Her eyes widened as the door closed behind her, the woman slowly and disbelievingly taking in the sight before her.

Kushina and a young woman (who bore a striking resemblance to her daughter Naruko) were kneeling just past the welcome mat, smiling innocently and patiently, as naked as the day they were born. This nudity, while stunning and embarrassing for Mikoto in and of itself, also happened to reveal something far stranger than just the above.

The breasts were, somewhat obviously, the first thing Mikoto noticed. Between Kushina and the woman were eight enormous, plump, juicy and doughy tits. Aside from just the bizarre number and arrangement (two by two, with one row of breasts on top of the other), there was also the size to bemuse and bewilder poor, confounded Mikoto.

Kushina had by no means been flat, or poorly endowed to begin with. The woman had possessed a perfectable respectable pair of tits, a good size and shape, still quite perky and bouncy even as she neared middle age, with the bare minimum in stretch marks or sagging. Certainly, Kushina had been very well endowed to the prototypically asian Mikoto, who had for most of her youth been quite flat, and even now as an adult mother of two young boys possessed only a modest B-cup.

Kushina's breasts had never been small, really. Only before hitting puberty could the Uzumaki have been rightly called flat-chested, and everyone knew it would be just silly (and arguably a touch creepy even in this context) to say as much about a prepubescent girl.

However, the sheer size of what Kushina had bobbing and jiggling, dangling so obscenely from her chest, was SO great as to make even the woman's quite respectable past endowments look like little more than mosquito bites.

Staring at the state of her friend – and the blonde woman next to Kushina, whom Mikoto was quickly starting to recognize as her best friend's daughter – the matriarch of the Uchiha clan could think of only one thing to say.

"Bwuh?"

Kushina beamed at Mikoto, recognizing her friend even in her simpleminded, be-cow-ified state.

"Mikoto-chan!" she said. "Ooh, please come in. Master should be back shortly!"

Mikoto stared at Kushina, and a woman who could truly, honestly only be Kushina's daughter.

"O...okay," she said lamely, stepping forward and taking off her sandals. "Th-thank you for having me." She bowed, frankly stupefied and presently capable of acting only on the most basic and ingrained of reflexes.

"Do you want a glass of milk while we wait?" Naruko inquired, taking Mikoto's shoes. "I'd be happy to serve you until master comes back~"

Mikoto weakly nodded.

"Yes, some milk does sound nice right about now," she said, feeling very dizzy. "Oh dear... I think I need to lie down for a little bit."

Mikoto swooned, and Kushina caught her.

Kushina smiled.

"No wonder you're so dizzy, Mikoto-chan! You must be boiling alive in all those heavy clothes."

In reality, Mikoto's dress was quite light, and breathed very well. But the woman was too far in shock to say otherwise, and Kushina was already halfway through undoing her friend's kimono.

"We'll take good care of you, Mikoto-san❤" Naruko cooed, leaning in close over the woman. "And when master comes back, he'll be so happy with us for having a cute woman like you ready for him... Teehee!"

Kushina giggled alongside her daughter, and settled back down into a kneeling position before the door, stripping away Mikoto's outer layers while her daughter raised one of her nipples to the woman's mouth.

They settled in once more for a long and patient wait, Naruko quietly nursing Mikoto while Kushina cheerfully molested her dear friend's slim, naked body.

Naruto would be in for quite the pleasant surprise when he got back.