Hello everyone. This story had come to me after watching a Korean movie that I really enjoyed and I thought that I would mesh it with Naruto to give you this. Now the story starts after the War were Naruto is 18 years old so its been a couple of years. I hope you enjoy it.
I do not own anything.
Prologue
Naruto sat on the bench in the middle of the market place over-looking the woman who passed him, staring at their bodies and breasts. Mostly their breasts. Naruto was trying to figure out if they had what they needed by their body language, the cloths they wore, or if they had children.
In his head he would calculate their waist size and breast cup hoping, praying that they were someone worth asking.
He quickly saw a woman who was a shinobi and dismissed her looking for someone else. Seeing a young sexy woman with only a hip size of 36", 'Nope' he thought as he moved on to the next woman. Finally seeing someone suitable. This woman could have what he wanted. This woman who was in her mid- thirties, a-bit over weight with a D cup and 44" hip sizes. Her hair was messy, and the shirt she wore was crumped and had a mystery stain on it. 'Perfect' he said as he got up from his bench and picked up his bag and walk over to her.
"Ah, excuse me ma'am." With someone directing her attention she turned around to him with an annoyed look until she figured out that it was Konaha's Orange Hokage speaking to her and she grind; saying hello to him as well. Naruto looked at her with favor, hoping to woo her in the process. "I was just wondering if you had any breast milk." He said while rubbing the back of his neck, a bit embarrassed at requesting for the item. The woman stared at him blankly and entreated him to repeat it again.
"I was asking if you could give me some breast milk. You see…." The woman went into a fit of rage and smacked him in the face and yell at him for demanding such a thing. "Wait you see I have a baby and he won't drink formula." Naruto begged as he turned around to show his son on his back suckling on a pacifier. The woman never got a chance to see the baby as she left on her way angrily. Stomping as she went muttering loudly as what teenagers has gotten into these days.
"Ah man, I was sure she would be someone with milk. See this is what I get." He whined then turning his head to his cute son. "Why can't you just have formula it's practically the same stuff. You make my life harder than it was during the war." He scratched his head in frustration. "What am I going to do?" As he moved on back to his bench to find a woman who could give him breast milk.