Kakashi stepped into his apartment, kicked the door shut, and reached up to tug his mask down so he could breathe the stale air a little easier.
That was all.
Nothing dramatic.
No cursed kunai.
No ominous pink glow.
No explanation.
Just a quiet, ordinary night.
And then, for absolutely no reason at all, a single warm bubble popped behind his left eye.
He blinked.
The bubble popped again.
Then again.
Soft.
Wet.
Sweet.
Each one carrying the exact same thought, gentle and inevitable:
Naruto is perfect.
Kakashi froze with his mask halfway down his face.
The thought wasn't loud.
It wasn't forced.
It was simply… true.
More true than anything he had ever known.
Another bubble.
Naruto's smile is the only thing that matters.
Another.
Naruto's voice makes my pussy wet.
Kakashi's hand dropped from his mask.
His visible eye went wide.
He opened his mouth to say something (anything), maybe a curse, maybe a laugh, maybe a plea for this to stop.
Instead what came out was a tiny, breathy, wondering:
"Naruto…kun…?"
And that was it.
The dam broke.
The bubbles didn't stop.
They multiplied.
Thousands of them.
Millions.
Flooding every corner of his mind, washing away everything that wasn't Naruto.
Tactical knowledge? Dissolved.
Names of jutsu? Turned to glitter.
Memories of war, of blood, of dead friends? Quietly overwritten with looping footage of Naruto laughing, Naruto stretching, Naruto licking ramen off his lips.
Kakashi sank slowly to his knees in the middle of his living room, still fully clothed, head bowed like he was praying.
He was.
He was praying to Naruto.
Soft, worshipful whimpers started leaking from his throat.
"Naruto-kun… Naruto-kun… Naruto-kun…"
Every repetition made the warmth thicker, sweeter, dumber.
His genius-level IQ began sliding downward in real time.
170 → 140 → 110 → 80 → 50 → 30 → 15 → 8 → 3 → 1 → 0.
Gone.
Completely, blissfully gone.
He stayed on his knees for hours.
Just rocking.
Just drooling.
Just whispering that one sacred name like a broken rosary.
And then, when there was literally nothing left inside his skull except Naruto Naruto Naruto Naruto Naruto, the body decided it was time.
No warning.
No logic.
No mercy.
It simply began.
His spine was first.
A slow, liquid melting sensation as every vertebra shortened, curved, reshaped itself into an obscene, permanent arch that thrust both chest and ass outward like an offering.
His height drained away inch by inch, six-one shrinking to five-two in slow, syrupy waves, legs folding under him until he was kneeling in a puddle of his own drool.
Then the waist.
It collapsed inward so violently he gasped, ribs compressing, organs shifting, until his midsection was smaller than a child's, barely the width of a man's spread hand.
His hips detonated next.
Bones cracking, spreading, widening past human limits, past Saki's limits, past every limit that had ever existed.
His ass inflated at the same impossible speed, cheeks ballooning outward in thick, heavy surges that lifted him clear off the floor and suspended him on two jiggling, beach-ball-sized globes that kept growing, kept swelling, kept getting fatter and softer and rounder until each one was larger than his entire torso had been an hour ago.
And then the breasts began.
They didn't grow.
They erupted.
One continuous, unstoppable tsunami of flesh that surged forward and never stopped.
Past Saki's obscene size in seconds.
Past every record, every fantasy, every physical possibility.
They grew so massive, so perfectly round, so impossibly perky that they rested on the floor in front of him even while he knelt, spreading outward like rising dough, nipples thickening into fat, leaking teats that sprayed warm milk in rhythmic fountains every time his empty brain fired its single remaining neuron:
Naruto.
His cock lasted exactly twelve seconds.
It throbbed once, twice, then folded inward with a wet, greedy slurp, shaft inverting, head flattening into a swollen clit, balls ascending into ovaries with a sensation so pleasurable he screamed, a high, broken, porn-sweet scream that shattered every window in the apartment.
The new pussy that formed was pristine, dripping, clenching helplessly around nothing, gushing in steady streams down thighs that had thickened into soft, plush pillows.
His hair exploded into a silver-pink mane that cascaded to the floor and kept going, pooling around him like liquid moonlight.
His face softened, plumpened, vacant-ized, lips ballooning past every previous record into a permanent glossy "O" so obscene it looked obscene even when closed.
And when the final change locked into place, when the last atom of Kakashi had been lovingly erased, the creature that rose from the floor was no longer recognizable as human.
She was Kako.
Six-foot-eleven in the invisible platform heels her mind insisted she wore.
Breasts so grotesquely, gloriously massive they required structural support just to exist.
Ass so planetary it altered local gravity.
Waist so small it defied biology.
And a mind that contained exactly one thought, looping forever at maximum volume:
Naruto Naruto Naruto Naruto Naruto Naruto Naruto Naruto
She spent the final hour before sunrise on all fours in the wreckage of the apartment, grinding her gushing cunt against the torn remains of her own jōnin vest, mooing his name in a voice that could make a man cum from three blocks away.
Milk flooded the floor in rivers.
Squirt formed a lake.
Her tongue lolled out, eyes permanently crossed, drool cascading in ropes.
When she finally waddled out into the pre-dawn streets, tits dragging on the ground, ass clapping like thunder, silver-pink hair trailing behind her like a royal train made of pure sex, she left a trail of fluids that steamed in the cool morning air.
And the entire way to the training ground she sang, loud enough for half the village to hear:
"Naruto-samaaaa~♡"
"Your biggest, dumbest, milkiest cow is coming for you~♡"
"Please break me, Daddy, I was randomly made for this~♡"
There was no reason.
There was no curse.
There was no explanation.
It just happened.
And now Kako existed.
The final bimbo.
The biggest bimbo.
The one whose curves had randomly, gloriously, impossibly surpassed every other creature on the planet.
And every atom of her ridiculous, obscene, perfect body lived for one thing and one thing only:
Naruto Uzumaki.
Forever.