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“Should I be more slender or as barrel chested as you?” Ino asks, still side-eyeing Naruto. She’s trying to adjust her height and width. One hand is still pulling back her drawers, giving Naruto a voiceless command to do the same for reference. Naruto isn’t amused by any of this.
“I don’t know, Ino! I don’t know how this works!”
She doesn’t believe him. “You had to have some control over her!”
Her proportions were unreal, after all. Something otherworldly.
“I haven’t!” he insists. “Just the illusion of being naked!”
“I don’t believe you.”
“Believe it! It’s not the same at all. I could poke you in the boob right now and feel it,” Naruto threatens to Ino’s weak-ass illusion.
Ino scoffs, “You better not, if you know what’s good for you.
Naruto phases into Naruko, “I could like this…,” in a low mutter, “You and your double standards…”
Ino, in turn, pokes the newly presented female in the boob, as flesh and blood as her own. As always, she’s impressed.
“Hey!” Naruko squawks.
And, with that initiative, Naruto pokes her back, through her male illusion, right into the same, soft, solid font.
There’s silence. Ino stares at him. He, with a rounder, softer face, stares back.
Has a line been crossed?
Or has their unexpected and whirlwind friendship come to this?
So this is actually a thing, for sure! Ino of course, inspired, is trying to make adjustments for her “male counterpart” and Naruto just isn’t relating for obvious reasons. Which leads her to asking how he designed Koko (something she I takes to calling that form of his), which leads to Naruto painstakingly explaining that he didn’t design it. That he’s always looked like that when he transformed (and the transformation itself came as a shock to him just as he started puberty) and that, according to Kurama, all kitsune have a sexually mature female form they can phase into.








