TG STORY - SHONEN MILFS (NARUTO TG) (Patreon)

Story by Warden

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"It's good to be back!"

Naruto grinned, happy that he had finally arrived back in his home. Now that he was back from his training trip, he could bring Sasuke back like he had promised Sakura.

When Naruto opened the door, he was surprised to see a man already inside. There was nothing particularly noticeable to them. Just plain black hair brushed to the side. A clipboard was in their hands as they scanned the pages before them.

He said. "Ok now beginning the preparation for the procedure. With the dimensional field up that will prevent things from escalating to the point of physical injury or attempting to escape.”

Naruto demanded. "WHO ARE YOU AND WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY HOUSE?!"

"Okay, with Sasumi done, the only person left to work on is the protagonist...oh boy, this one is going to be harder then the last time. All I have to is find him, and then I will be able to move on to part two of what needs to be done. Then afterward, I can get myself a milkshake to celebrate and some nice food.”

Naruto stared at the man with a flat look. "I can't believe it. I leave for two years, and they rent my house to some four eyes! I am so going to talk with the landlord about this!”

The man studied his environment. Once his eyes landed on Naruto, he looked back at the clipboard and then back at him. “And my life has been made easy. Now, we can get right to work on this job. Now raising the field and the shields to protect myself. Last thing I need is to get my butt kicked by mystical ninja master.”

“Job…what are you talking about?”

“My job. I’m hired to help some people make sure they live the life they want and fulfill their fantasies.”

“Oh that must be nice to help people accomplish their dreams. BUT WHO ARE YOU FOUR EYES!”

“Michael, and as for my job, I can’t complain. The pay is good and that is the main thing for me. Part of it requires some people getting moved out of the way to make it easier. However, instead of killing them. I go through a more humane way of dealing with it.”

Naruto narrowed his eyes. “What do you mean by humane?”

Michael pulled out his clipboard and a pen. “Let me show you how it works. First thing we need to do is get rid of all that physical power and ability of yours. You won’t need that bulk by the time we're done.”

“What the heck are you…”

Suddenly, Naruto stopped. Every cell in his body ached. A dizziness came over him, yet he forced himself to focus.

“Hey what did you just do to me!”

"I’m going to try to put this into terms you can understand. Imagine that there was an anime called Pokémon with the protagonist being Dash Ketchun. Well, a man named Ashton hired me to change things and make his self-inserted character the protagonist. Then, with a bit of work, we have Ash Ketchum! But I can't simply get rid of Dash. He carries too much meta potency or as it is more commonly known, Plot Armor. Luckily Ash needed a mom, so we have Delia now!"

"...I can't believe I leave for two years, and they rent my house to some crazy four eyes who makes up stories!"

“Hey, this is my job. Not my fault you can’t follow it.”Michael pushed his glasses up. “In order for my latest target to have their fantasies come true, you need to be moved out of the way.”

Naruto's stance felt off, as if his feet were too far apart. Yet, no matter how hard he tried to call upon his skills, it was as if he hadn’t practiced in years.

With great ease, Michael moved out of the way. Never once did he look away from his clipboard. “I told you I had made sure you wouldn’t be able to harm, and this is the best way I can think of.”

“Well even if I can’t beat your face in myself, that won’t stip me!” Naruto tried to call upon his Jutsu, but even calling upon his chakra was more difficult than ever. All of the techniques Naruto had learned were gone. Even the Shadow clone Jutsu was nothing more than a distant memory. Even when he tried to form the Rasengan, he could not call upon a small orb of chakra. “Why can’t I use my chakra?”

“Because I don’t want to get clobbered right now, and need to even the playing field. Now then, the next thing on the order to continue would be to alter your size. You don’t need as much muscle, and we can get rid some of that height.”

Inches from Naruto disappeared while the muscles on his body diminished. His arms lost whatever power they had, gaining a thinner appearance than he was used to. The height Michael had over him became more apparent. Now, he had to stare up at his face.

“There we go, a nice 5’4. You being that height will add a more comely feel to you. With the muscle diminished, there is no chance of anyone finding you threatening enough.”

"And we can focus on other stuff now. Let’s continue working on your build and ensure you look nice and approachable. Refining those arms some more would be the logical next step."

Naruto went to pull out a kunai, but his trimming digits struggled with the clasp. The nails on them grew longer and gained a sharper edge to them. A new shine and luster appeared on them as if nail polish had been applied. When he finally managed to slip one of the kunai out of them, it slipped from his grasp due to his slimmer digits.

“Why are you doing this? How much did that person pay and how are you capable of something like this?”

“It’s nothing personal like you being the Kyuubi container in those bad fanfictions. I'm just doing what I was paid to do. Would have been content to just leave things be, but money talks. Even if you do rely on the Talk no Jutsu a little to much for my liking.”

“What the heck are you talking about? Even I know that's not a real jutsu!”

“Now where were we. right we had just finished your arms. With those done, now we can work on giving you some nice legs to work. Well legs are less fitting for ninja work after all, but still having a nice sexy appeal.”

Naruto went for a jump kick right as his toes felt off. Cracking noises came from them as they altered, curling of their own volition. When he landed on his feet, he slipped. All sense of balance he had for this sent him skidding forward. Both of his sandals flopped around, no longer having the same security.

Some of the tone in his calves disappeared as they gained a new slender appearance. A new flabbiness overcame them as they lost the power they had gained from his hard training.

Yet when it reached his thighs, they ballooned, swelling with a slight bit of fat. Some of the muscles within them loosened and softened as if they were being absorbed into the rest of it. Despite the loss, they maintained a trim appearance. The sides of his pants strained against his ballooning thighs. Small tears formed with how big they were getting. Only when they had become large pillowy thighs, which could have easily been used for a lap pillow, with how big they were now, it gave Naruto a bottom-heavy appearance.

“Guess all of the ramen has caught up with you now at least when it came to your thighs.”

Naruto stepped closer, carefully measuring his steps. “You’re the one who did this to me!”

“It is all part of the job, there is no need to get so violent. Even so, your diet and genetics would play a role into this.”

“I’m going knock your lights out for this buddy and then you’ll change me back to normal!” Naruto charged forward, but Michael avoided the attack with ease.

Michael’s eyes went from Naruto to his clipboard. A gentle hum came from him. “Next thing we need to do is distance you from the rest of the main cast. An easy way to do that is to just make you a little older. Perhaps more in line with your parents generation or Kakashi's. This way, you’ll be far out of the way, and the client can have their character live the life they want.”

Age piled on Naruto's face, yet despite its increasing maturity, the masculinity of it did not alter. It maintained the appearance it had before. More years visibly appeared on it until any sign of the awkward puberty phase was replaced with a visage of one in their thirties.

“We need to work a little more on that face of yours and make it a little more feminine. No sense to have any roughness to it. Though loosing the whiskers would take away such a big draw from your face, so we can keep those. Everybody does love a popular blue eyed and and blonde beauty.”

Naruto gasped as his face burnt. Every part of it felt like someone was pulling it in various directions. All the bones inside it shifted, giving it a more heart-shaped appearance. Both of his lips puckered outward, swelling into a natural smile. A tiny crunch came from his nose as it altered. He momentarily couldn't breathe through it as both nostrils adjusted to the changes. A slight curve came to them as the bridge of his nose altered, giving them a more feminine appearance.

“Now with those new features we can really hammer home the motherly new look for you.”

Michael’s eyes scanned Naruto’s form and rested on his pants' noticeable bulge.

“Probably should have just gotten rid of that at first, but we can do that. The client doesn’t have interest in futa or anything like that.”

“Wait what the hell is futa? What are you going to do to Naruto junior!”

Naruto’s blood rushed through his body while the sweat marred his form multiplied. With all his might and will, he forced himself to look down and saw his wood receding. It crawled into his body.

Almost like a shot going off, Naruto's fifth limb entered him. Naruto howled as a new opening formed between his legs. Yet he could vaguely tell his balls were trailing along his thigh. They reached his new entrance and slipped into his aching hole.

“Ok so while your mind is recovering from the lust induced high caused by the loss of your manhood we can focus on that voice of yours. No way you can keep that one since you're a girl now.”

Naruto's voice changed as if someone was twisting a nub. It rose and lowered to places no human could be. Yet when it settled into a sultry moan, befitting an older woman who belonged more in a porno, did it stop.

“Now with such a voice we need to give you a face befitting it. Something to accentuate the feminine appeal you have now and such a lovely tenor you have.”

“YOU’RE TURNING ME INTO A WOMAN! JUST WHAT KIND OF PERVERT ARE YOU FOUR EYES?”

Both of her cheeks let out popping noises as his features shifted. Even the end of her jaw was not spared as it began to alter. A more rounded appearance became more apparent. What masculinity it had disappeared while its feminine aspects became more pronounced. Now, there was the face of a 32-year-old woman. Yet despite the visible crow’s feet, her face was still beautiful.

“That should be perfect. It's really easy to see how you would have gotten a man with those looks.”

Naruto ran her hands over her feminine features. Every aspect of her body recoiled in disgust at the feel of it. The nearby reflection of his fridge allowed her to see the face she had now.

Every feature of Naruto’s features twisted in disgust as if the smell of vomit filled the room. Yet even then, the feminine beauty of her hew new visage called out to him and demanded it be seen with affection.

“Oh my god! I look just like my Sexy Jutsu!”

“Well duh. If there was such a prominent example how could I not use it. Besides it would be an insult not to let there be at least some resemblance of your old self. This way at least you will be able to maintain and maybe even exceed Sasumi when it comes to artwork.”

“I don’t want any artwork! And even if I am no longer a boy or a ninja I am still Naruto Uzumaki!”

“Alright, now let’s add on to those legs of yours. We need to get rid of some of that mass. It's no longer needed since your time as a ninja will be over.”

“What are you talking about! I would never give up on my dream on being a ninja, Especially the Hokage! Beleive it!”

Naruto squirmed as her legs changed. Any sense of balance she might have had was destroyed as she struggled to recover from the sudden change. All of her toes wiggled of their own accord, no matter how hard she tried to gain some control over them. It was as if his feet were being compressed and forced to adjust for them. The sandals she wore no longer fit properly on her feet, and moved around despite how hard she tried to keep them still.

It continued up her feet and altered her calves as they began to change. More muscle within them disappeared as they gained a slimness they never had before outside of a henge.

Yet the tightest part of it came when it reached her thighs. With every bit of fat added to them, they gained a more significant defined curve. Both meaty pillars rubbed against each other. Yet even when she tried to compensate for it, they went back to brushing against each other. They stopped growing only when they had become thick thighs that would have been perfect pillows for someone to rest their head on.

“There we go and with those well developed thighs, we need to continue your transformation and bring out the rest of your figure. Giving you a set of broad hips.” The Editor examined Naruto’s body. “Perhaps just as wide as your shoulders, or a little smaller.”

Naruto’s hips snapped, giving them a girth that they never had before. With terrifying ease, Naruto could place his hands on them like handhelds. For a moment, their girth went back and forth, going from one side to the next, until they were just as broad as her shoulders.

“Now I think your waist would be the next best thing to work on. We need to make sure it will emphasize the flare of your hips while emphasizing your body at the same time. Granted we have not brought on your bust, but that will make it easier to determine a proper size for you when we get there.”

Naruto declared, about to pounce. “Not going to happen!”

Tightness wrapped around Naruto’s waist as if someone was crushing her core. Pressure formed on her midsection, making her groan. Her hands clawed at her diminishing waist. What abs she had there were vanishing, disappearing. A small layer of flab appeared over them but did not distract at all from her developing figure.

“With that waist in conjunction with the slimmer figure you have it will certainly help you get the full figure you need to stand out. Now with how much your form has changed we need to make sure there is one other part of your body that has the proper padding needed for it.”

“Considering the series as a whole having a voluptuous figure would already help you stand out, but we can always take it another step further and improve your backside as well.”

Naruto screamed. “Wait? Are you talking about my butt?”

“Of course. It is one of the most common aspects women are admired for and you will need it as well. No doubt it will become one of your most well known traits.”

Naruto groaned as the sides of her pants struggled to compensate for the change. Instinct made her grasp her butt cheeks and squeeze. A terrified shudder came over. Every digit kneaded and held the expanding flesh. Struggling to suppress it no matter how hard she tried to stop it. Small tears formed, unable to contain their growth. Some of her digits slipped into them, causing them to expand.

Her bottom cheeks swelled until they had become an impressive backside, ensuring she would have a noticeable shelf sticking out behind her. Despite its massive form, there was still a noticeable perkiness to her heart-shaped behind. With every bit of will she had, Naruto turned her head. The darkness of her cheeks increased at the sight of her bloated buttocks.

“That should be sufficient enough. The lack of a proper, physically intense job of being a ninja would lack some of the firmness and tightness that a ninja job would have. Yet with this, it will

“You made my butt bigger than watermelons! How am I going to walk around without knocking over everything!”

“Don’t worry that will be natural to you once the rest of the changes are settled. Alright then and last but not least we have arrived at the cherry on top of the sexy pile. We need to bring in the boobs. Now the commissioner for this made it clear, along with the statistics we have seen that you are supposed to be a drop dead ara ara type. And in order to live up to that you need a massive pair of honkers to rival the likes of Tsunade.”

Both of Naruto’s pecs swelled, pushing against the confines of her jacket. Quickly, they filled with fat like a pair of balloons filling with air. Unable to cope with it, her swelling bust tore the zipper of Naruto’s jacket apart. More cleavage was exposed as they kept pushing it open. The increasing weight made her slouch forward as she struggled to remain upright.

Michael leaned closer as if he was waiting for a sign. Closer, he stared, but not in a perverse manner. More akin to an artist trying to make sure the proportions perfectly fit Naruto's frame. As soon as he was happy with the size, he pressed down on his clipboard, causing the growth of her bust to pause. “Perfect.”

Gone was any chance of Naruto being able to see her feet without any help from a mirror. Both of her massive orbs now rivaled watermelons with how huge they were. “Oh my god, they’re bigger than grannies!”

“With a G-cup a bust like that, you’ll definitely be able to rival others in the polls. No doubt this is going to cause a surge of Naruko art. Now, the last thing we need to do is set you up with a new background.”

Naruto's hair stood up, looking almost like tails behind her. “This is insane, you perv!”

“I-Im not a pervert. This is all part of my client's request. It was their decision to turn you into a large breasted mother. You should be glad I can't remove your plot armor, you have no idea how most shonen moms end up like."

“What the hell is shonen! And don’t call me a mom! I might be older because of you, but I’m still a man!”

Michael rubbed his chin. “Considering your love of ramen, why not go all the way. Say you first started out working for Teuchi and found yourself very comfortable working as a chef.”

Their environment shifted, and they were no longer in Naruto’s apartment. Now they were in the backroom of a restaurant. No customers were inside, yet the smell of freshly cooked ramen permeated the air.

"Before then you were a delinquent tomboy that spent most of your time messing around despite great potential. Part of the main reason why you wanted to be a ninja was because the rest of your friends wanted to be. It was while you working at Ichiraku your true passion for cooking awoken. Once you had managed to start your own business you broke and did your own ramen establishment, but you maintain a good relationship with.”

Again, memories assaulted her mind, altering to fit what she had known, how she had worked for old man Teuchi for a time after she had failed to pass the genin exam. Despite that, she hadn’t been too sad about it. Her heart hadn’t been fully into it as she learned more about the ninja world and what it was like.

‘It…it was just something I had done since it seemed like the best path. Besides…the rest of the kids wanted to do the same.’

More memories of her rambunctious youth came forward. From the pranks she had done, like painting the Hokage monument and putting itching powder in the Uchiha uniforms. How her teacher would catch her, and the boys would pester her about how she did it aside from Kakashi, who was in ANBU. It was only years later she realized they were interested in her romantically.

‘Can’t believe how much of a ditzy blockhead I was.’

“Now then we will need to adjust your clothes for your new trade. That jumpsuit will have to go.”

The frayed black and orange jumpsuit altered. What tears and frayed segments mended in seconds while the zipper disappeared into it. An obi wrapped around Naruko’s waist as it became a regular kimono top, with her pants legs becoming a matching kimono.

Michael studied her attire and compared it with her background. “That mesh does help bring a little mor attention to your legs. Though it doesn’t quite fit since you will no longer be a ninja. As attention grabbing as it is, it would be best to just get rid of it I feel.”

With another little flick of his wrist, he was able to send it away, leaving Naruto’s legs bare. What remained of his pants combined, forming a matching kimono bottom skirt.

“Alright, despite the whisker marks, you do have a homely vibe. Which perfectly fits your new job.”

The man pulled out his phone and took a picture. After doing so, he sent it off. A ping came from his phone, and he saw the money for this job went to his account. “And with that, we just need to finish setting up your son and then it will all be over.”

Naruto mumbled. “My…son?”

“Yup, your son Xaruto who you had with a Uchiha clan member, who was a descendant of Madara Uchiha from the looks of it.”

Memories flashed in her mind. The night of passion she shared with them and how it resulted in her wonderful baby boy, how her son had developed the Sharingan at a young age and had proven himself to be quite the prodigy. Not only that, but her son had quite a lovely assortment of girls after her boy's heart.

‘Especially that cute Hinata girl.’

“Wait? He also want him to have the Kyuubi? How the hell is that going to work?” Michael browsed the wiki. “Ok, I think I got a work around for this. We can just say that Kurama had been transferred from you to Kurama afterward. That should be enough to make it all work and flow nicely.”

The seal on Naruko’s stomach disappeared as if it was never there. Memories of her fights with Kurama and the training she had done to control him faded. What memories she had of being prejudiced disappeared because of it.

“Ok with that everything is sorted out. So enjoy your new life now. I will be off to enjoy the wonderful new lewds the world has been given along with Sasumi’s. She’s number one with over 14k. For a minor side character you sure got a lot of art, over 10k, which is three times more then Sakura. Fanbase really loves you.”

Naruko stared at the art of her new female self. So many pictures of her lewd outfits and positions made her reel. Some of them were with men, or even other women. The thought of wearing even half of these outfits made her face burn.

“Ehhh! What the hell! Who are all these weirdos who drew me like this! And I wouldn’t eve do half of these people!”

“Die hard fans who want to be with you. Good luck miss Naruko and may you find that special someone.”

Michael disappeared in a static torrent, leaving her alone. For a moment, Naruko’s mind clouded. Everything that had happened in the last few minutes, nothing more then a blank memory in her mind. After a moment, she recovered.

“What the heck, when did I get here.” Naruko shrugged after a moment. “Well I better get the restaurant ready to open. Got a lot I need to do.”

The door opened, breaking through her cloudy mind. Naruko turned, wondering who had gotten in.

“Mom, I’m back.”

Naruko turned, her neck somehow not breaking despite her pace. The spiky mop of black hair Xaruto had was reminiscent of her in her younger years. One of his eyes was a dark scarlet, while the other was the same bright shade of blue to match hers. He wore a long black coat with a hood and blue jeans. It was like looking at a male version of herself from her younger years, with the only difference being his hair and eye color.

“My baby!” Naruko wrapped Xaruto in a tight, bone-crushing hug, shoving his head between her enormous bust. “Why didn't you let me know you were coming? You could have sent me a letter from time to time or something to let me know how you were doing.”

After a moment, Xaruto could finally force his head out of her embrace. “I’m sorry, mom, but I had a lot to do.”

“Still the next time you go on a long trip, tell me how you are doing and give me updates! My heart won’t be able to take the suspense!” Naruto smiled at the sight of her boy Xaruto.

“If I remember to do so mom!”

“There is no if you remember! You do it! I raised you better than that!” Naruko snarled. The ends of her hair stood up, giving her an almost kitsune-like appearance. An aura surrounded her, making her look even more feral.

Xaruto raised his hands in defeat.“Okay I promise if I go on anymore long trips like this I will keep you in the loop!”

As if a switch had been flipped, the cross expression Naruko had morphed. Gone was even a slight sign of the rage. Now, all that was left was a genial smile. “That’s better. Well then why don’t I make you your favorite ramen after so long.”

“That would be awesome mom.”

As Naruko began cooking, she tried to think about her husband. Yet, no matter how hard she tried to think about him, she could not remember his face. All of the finer features disappeared. Even his name seemed like a distant memory.

‘He must have been an Uchiha since Xaruto got the Sharingan from him. Makes sense. Though I wouldn’t mind if his sensei Kakashi would be willing to become his father.’ The thought of that hunk of a man-made her face burn. ‘Maybe next time, I could give him some ramen and something else on the house. Getting a look at that face again is worth just about anything!’