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Naruto hummed a cheery tune to himself, leaning against the trunk of a gnarled, hoary oak. His hands were clasped behind his head, a rounded chin bobbing as he nodded in time with the idle melody.

A little ways off, a shadow clone of his was sitting in disguise. Using henge no jutsu, one of the most basic of basic ninja arts, it took the form of its creator's twin sister, Naruko. Sunny yellow hair was tied up in two long twintails, and whiskered cheeks were rosy with a cute flush.

The front of her jacket was open, showing that she wore only a fishnet top underneath. A modest bust, noticeably a size or two bigger than the original Naruko's had been (excused as puberty and growthspurts by those who noticed), was at least half naked, with the coat just barely covering where her nipples would be. Like a certain Miss Anko's choice of dress.

Clone!Naruko covertly kept a watchful eye on their third teammate, who had arrived only a minute or two after her and Naruto. Warily, she watched Hinata, not taking her eyes off of the lass for one moment.

She had good reason to be curious, that Clone!Naruko. The Hyuuga girl was an interesting case, and probably not in a good way.

Both Hitomi and Hanabi Hyuuga, Hinata's mother and little sister respectively, had fallen victim to Naruto's inadvertent touch (as a matter of fact, it had been a Clone!Naruko much like this one who'd turned the pair), transforming into cow-girls like Kushina, Mikoto and the others. And like the others, Naruto had been forced to have shadow clones take the pair's place, using knowledge sifted from their minds by a handy jutsu he'd found in one of his mom's scrolls to make them indistinguishable from the genuine article.

In all of the other cases, it worked perfectly. With seals to reinforce the kage bunshin's durability to that of a normal human, memories taken from the otherwise empty heads of the originals, mode-locked transformation jutsu that kept them in the forms of the girls at all times, and enough chakra that they could go weeks before having to be cycled out for a fresh clone, they effectively were the people they replaced.

Nobody had noticed a difference. Not even the Uchiha clan's much vaunted sharingan proved able to penetrate the glamor seals Naruto had scribed onto his clones, and nobody could detect a difference in attitude or mannerisms once the clones had their acts down. This was the power of the perfect spy, and Naruto had cultivated all of it before even turning twelve.

Yes, no one seemed to notice any difference. For a year he'd been able to pull off this grand deception with no one any the wiser, and with the system he'd worked out, the only way he could get caught by this point would be if he decided to go public and tell the world what he had done.

...at least, if not for the single oddity of Hinata Hyuuga. She was the only person who seemed to suspect anything. The only person who looked like she knew.

Clone!Hitomi, Hitomi II, could perceive as much, utilizing the insight of a true byakugan master. She could see the way Hinata looked at her and Hanabi II. The girl did a good job of hiding it from everyone else, and she never actually said anything... but it was clear she knew, or at least suspected that the Hitomi and Hanabi who now lived at the Hyuuga estate were NOT her real mother and sister.

They could see it, from time to time, when they were alone with the girl. A flicker of something in her eyes, a knowing look where no one else could see, a slightly off comment now and then.

Hinata was quiet right now, for her part. Clone!Naruko had attempted to engage her in conversation, but the girl had simply blushed and said nothing. She just sat there and watched Naruto. Silently.

Expectantly.

The three of them waited in the clearing, a somewhat awkward atmosphere hanging around them. They were early for the test, having arrived around twenty or so minutes before the time Kurenai had appointed. It was a mercifully short wait, though.

They only had to sit there for five more minutes before the woman herself appeared.

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

It went well enough at first, as could be expected. Kurenai told them the nature of their true genin exam, and what task she wanted them to complete, before vanishing in a swirl of illusory rose petals. They were to track her down and corner her.

Not beat or overpower. Just find her within the time limit.

Naruto couldn't help laughing a little, once she'd vanished.

"This'll be too easy," he said, grinning at Hinata and Naruko II. Then he clapped his hands and summoned a bit of Kurama's chakra (he'd learned the vixen's name using the same techniques he'd used to extract memories from the other girls' minds). Not enough to make him glow, but he drew on the sensory powers of the Nine-Tails to locate their instructor.

He found her quickly, locating her presence with almost zero effort. Now they just had to catch her.

...The second part was easier said than done, though. Illusion traps littered the forest, and Kurenai was a jounin for good reason. While Naruto was stronger and more skilled, she had raw experience and a knack for genjutsu that even Uchiha could admire.

He could penetrate the illusions using sharingan, of course, but Hinata was less skilled with her doujutsu, and more susceptible to Kurenai's tricks. If she was caught by a genjutsu and failed to break it herself, Naruto would have to touch her in order to dispel the technique. And in touching her, he would initiate the same irreversible transformation which her mother and sister had undergone.

As luck, as fate would have it, this was inevitably what happened. They fell under a genjutsu that Hinata could not break, and Naruto was forced to dispel it himself.

"Kai!" he grunted, effortlessly weaving the seal of the ram and agitating his chakra. He laid a hand on the girl's shoulder, reluctantly snapping her out of her temporary daze.

The genjutsu unraveled, and Hinata blinked confusedly for a moment. For a moment she simply stood on the branch and watched Naruko II run on ahead. Then she felt a wave of dizziness, and her world turned topsy turvy.

She fell, and saw the ground rushing up to meet her. Briefly, she thought this would be the end.

Then she was saved.

Hinata felt her heart skip a beat the instant Naruto caught her. He cradled her in his arms, stopping her descent with care and grace, landing lightly on his feet. A smiling face looked down at her, and he gently set her on the ground.

She brushed his hand with hers, feeling her face grow warm. A knot was forming in her chest, and her throat felt dry, but all she could do was lie there and stare at him. Nothing could have ruined this moment for her, not even if he had whipped out a throbbing cock and sneeringly told Hinata to suck on it as thanks for saving her tight little ass.

(Indeed, secretly that would have made it even better for her!)

But he was a perfect gentleman as he set her down and gestured for her to be quiet, looking around at their surroundings where they had ducked behind this tree. She held tightly onto his hand, and he barely seemed to notice her grip as he wove a couple of one-handed seals with his free fingers.

"There," he muttered. "That should buy us a few minutes of cover."

Naruto looked at Hinata with a smile. He chanced a glimpse of her hand clasping his, and his face seemed to redden for a moment, and there was briefly something almost sheepish to his expression. It was only for a moment, though, and once it had passed his grin was as bright and panty-moistening as ever.

Hinata bit back a girlish whimper, feeling boneless and ready to swoon. Was it just her, or had it suddenly started to get hot out here...?

"Will your... er, will Naruko be okay on her own?" Hinata wondered aloud. "Against Kurenai-sensei..."

"She'll be fine," Naruto replied with a shrug. "She's as good as I am. But how about you? Do you feel okay, Hinata-chan?"

Hinata blushed fiercely at the directness of this question, and the concern it implied.

"Y-Yes," she stammered, "I am okay. I don't think I hurt anything while I was... was..."

She trailed off, her mind going blank. Faintly, Hinata grasped for the words, trying to sort through her mind for the proper vocabulary. It was hard, she felt confused, and after a moment Hinata found that she could not remember what she had been in the process of saying to begin with.

Faltering, she frowned and looked up at Naruto.

"Ah... I forgot something, but I can't remember what."

"It happens," he gave her a sympathetic smile and a pat on the head.

Hinata blushed. Her shirt felt awfully tight...

Faintly, a thought came to her mind.

"Is this how it happened to the others?" she asked him, not accusatory or upset, but rather... content. Even happy. "To our sisters and mothers, yours and mine?"

Naruto was caught off balance by this question, for a moment. Looking around at their surroundings he thoughtfully chewed on his lip, before weaving another sequence of seals. Hinata's byakugan could see a web of chakra surrounding them, and she was astonished at the intricacy and complexity.

"We touched," he said with a wan smile. "I didn't mean to, but... You've got two hours, at most, before the transformation finishes. Then you'll be just like mom, or sis, or Hitomi-chan, Hanabi-chan, Mikoto-chan, or Yugao-chan. Or Kurama-chan."

He added the last name almost as an afterthought.

Hinata nodded to herself. Her reactions seemed a little slow, but it had only been a couple minutes. Most of her faculties were still intact.

A smile curved her lips.

"I'll be like them, won't I?" she said. "Like a grown woman or a... a cow."

Blushing, she squirmed a little between the tree's knotted roots. One of her hands clutched at the front of her sweatshirt, tugging at the cloth.

"You will," Naruto said. "Sorry."

"No, I'm glad..." Hinata told him. "I never really wanted to be a ninja. I hate hurting people... this way, I'll be free. Free to live with you, Naruto-kun..."

Another hand went to the hem of her pants. Staring into Naruto's eyes with a surprising intensity, Hinata started to slide her pants down. She bared plain white panties, and the curve of young hips.

"You seem like a smart girl," Naruto said. "But it won't mean much after this is over. You'll be..."

"Stupid?" Hinata guessed. "Like a child? I don't mind. Naruto-kun... the only thing I've ever wanted was to be with you. I can feel it growing... hotter inside me. I'm not afraid anymore. I'm not ashamed or embarrassed. I... I feel happy. I'm going to be yours. Even if I'm just one of many... that's more than I would have ever dared to dream."

Now she slid her panties down, smiling innocently as she spread her legs. Naruto could see that her hips had widened a little over the course of their brief discussion, her legs marginally longer and meatier.

He stared at a young, virgin pussy and felt his lips go dry.

"I don't know if I'll still be me or not..." Hinata whispered. "If I'm even still me now. But the person I am at this moment wants her last decision as a girl to be... 'yes'. Yes to all of it, to anything you want. I am yours."

Unashamedly, she spread the lips of her pussy.

"Use me, Naruto-kun. Master," Hinata mewled. "Use me while I can still know what you're doing to me❤ Yes... I love you, Naruto-sama!❤"

Naruto kissed Hinata on the mouth, silencing her. Lips parted in an aching moan, practically begging his tongue to enter, and he graciously obliged. He thrust it into her mouth, exploring the moist and warm cavern while his hands traced over her body.

He broke the kiss off after several seconds. Hinata looked adoringly into his eyes, whimpering and needily bucking her hips.

"N-Naruto...sama...!"

"Shush," he told her, smiling softly. "It'll be over before you know it. Just lie back and enjoy it while you still can, Hinata-chan... although you'll probably enjoy it just as much, even after you're just a cow."

He undid the clasp of her sweatshirt and tossed it aside. He saw the fishnet of her blouse starting to strain against a swelling bust. Two globes already large enough to overflow his hands were there, and a couple of ripening oranges were swelling below them.

Taking a kunai, Naruto cut off Hinata's undershirt. She breathed a wordless sigh of relief and slumped down in the grass.

"Moo..." she softly lowed, gazing up at him. There was a tad less intelligence in her eyes, now, and her figure was slowly but noticeably growing. Nubs, the beginnings of horns, pushed up the hair on the sides of her head.

Drool trickled down Hinata's chin. She was not resisting, not on any level, or in any sense.

She accepted it all gleefully.

Naruto grasped one of her lower tits, which were nearing the size of the upper ones, and squeezed. Playfully massaging the sensitive breast, he rolled Hinata onto her belly and knelt down behind her. Ruddy labia radiated heat, the fire of her longing washing over him.

He unzipped his pants, and his cock sprang out. Thirteen inches long and still growing, it smacked Hinata's thigh loudly enough to make a few birds take flight in the trees around them. She whimpered and shivered beneath him.

Wasting no more time on foreplay, Naruto lined himself up and pushed into Hinata's cunt. She gasped and cried out, screaming his name. He reached around to grab her other lower tit, generously stroking and kneading both swelling globes, bending over her and beginning to rock his hips.

Hinata arched her back and moaned, tongue lolling out.

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

Kurenai tried to evade the girl, she really did. It would defeat the entire point of the exercise if one of the kids was able to catch her by themself, seeing as how this was meant to be a test of their teamwork, but Naruko Uzumaki seemed to have been doing some crazy extracurricular study.

Chakra chains lashed out from the blonde's back, spiked tips punching effortlessly through tree trunks and boulders and pretty much anything in their way. Fireballs and water spouts slashed through greenery and foliage, always just barely missing their mark, and bright blue eyes seemed to track Kurenai's movement with flawless ease.

The genjutsu mistress weaved illusions within illusions, layering them atop her surroundings and around her pursuer like a mesh of deception, a web of lies that should have given even other high level genjutsu types a hard time. But Naruko never seemed to falter for more than a fraction of a second, and her eyes never once failed to seek Kurenai out.

Naruko was fast and nimble, haring across the forest floor and bounding through the treetops. She was agile and graceful, and frightfully strong. So fast was the girl that, at the start of the test, she'd actually managed to graze Kurenai's arm with her hand, grabbing on for a second before Kurenai slipped out of the hold.

It had been, what, twenty minutes now? Kurenai found it difficult to calculate how long the test had been going so far. The numbers felt like an incomprehensible jumble in her head, but with a stubborn determination she clung to her objective.

Had Kurenai been acting off of conscious thought, she would have already stumbled and fallen. Her mental faculties were slowly but steadily washing away with every heartbeat, the woman's mind growing gradually feebler by the minute.

But she was a kunoichi, and adrenaline was pumping through her veins. Even if her chest was twinging a little with pain, her clothes straining a little as an already voluptuous figure expanded that little bit more, and looking ready to burst at the midsection where a second row of tits was growing in below the first ones, Kurenai had an objective in mind, and she would see it through as long as she was physically able.

It was not something that would be immediately affected by her draining intelligence, because it was not something that relied on constant thought. Reflexes and conditioned impulses from years of training and combat led Kurenai to continue evading Naruko even as she slowly transformed. Had she been in a state of relative rest at the moment she was touched, she probably would have soon collapsed into a heap of mindlessly mooing bliss.

But the high tension of her body, like a coiled spring, kept her moving as surely as a well oiled machine. Although the changes to her body gradually threw off her balance and led her to stumble, and her weakening brain was increasingly less able to adjust her stride to these changes, Kurenai held out marvelously.

Run, run, run.

Dodge, flip, duck.

Left, right. Up. Down.

Roll. Kick. Jump.

Sidestep. Block... Run...

Run... Run... Run...

Run... Run...

...why...?

Why... am I running?

Why do I... feel so good?

Why is she touching me?

...and why... am I asking this?

"Mmm... ohh..." Kurenai moaned, coming to a stop. She fell onto her back, Naruko II cutting the woman's blouse open and letting those four enormous titties pop out. She licked her lips hungrily, and the cow beneath her shivered in mindless glee.

"You look so cute, Kurenai-sensei~" the Clone!Naruko tittered. "The dairy cow look is SO you!"

Kurenai blushed. Naruko II flipped up the front of her miniskirt with one hand, showing that she was going commando today, and formed a one-handed seal.

In a puff of smoke, something long, thick, and hard emerged from the henge'd blonde's groin.

Kurenai stared at it in silent wonder. Her mouth watered.

Clone!Naruko's dick throbbed.