Okay, so, to anyone reading this, i wanted to warn you that this is the chapter where things take a bizarre turn. i hope it's not too strange for most since i don't think i've read a story on with this sort of content. please let me know what you think.
A week or so after Team 7 returned, Calixta went on a Saturday afternoon date with Ebisu. Things were going smashingly well as they shared a cup of shaved ice next to the large fountain in the market square. She had just gotten done telling him how much she liked the fact that her abilities didn't deter him and he was joking about how he felt charmed by her no matter what her chakra was doing when someone shouted at them.
"Calixta, watch out!" Kiba shouted as he ran toward them but it was too late. Akamaru was already flying at them and the couple was knocked into the fountain.
They screamed and splashed, gathering their bearings, while the young man approached.
"AKAMARU! I'm gunna kick your ass!" Kiba shouted and the dog emerged from the water, head drooped and whining.
"What the hell was that?" Ebisu emerged, soaked, from the fountain. "I thought you had that dog under control!"
"Ebisu, please, don't be angry," Calixta pleaded, emerging as well and receiving several gawking stares and nose bleeds that she didn't care to pay attention to.
"I'm really sorry. I thought he was over that," Kiba managed, looking at his feet so as not to stare at her. However, that didn't work as well as it should have because once she stepped out of the water, she went over and gave him a forgiving kiss on the forehead which gave him more than a good view of her breasts as her thin blouse stuck to her skin. It caused his nose to blush again.
"Oh, dear!" she fretted, pulling a handkerchief from her purse, as that was still dry, and handing it to the young man. "It's okay, really. Don't worry."
Ebisu couldn't believe how she handled the young dog lover. He wasn't sure if he should be jealous or impressed. Apparently, this sort of thing had happened before and she had learned to take it in stride.
The couple took their leave of the young man a minute later so they could change into dry clothes. "So, should I be jealous of little Kiba-kun?" Ebisu teased.
She laughed and gave him a little shove. "Why should you be? You got to see me fall into the fountain too," she teased back.
"But I didn't get a kiss for it," he shot back playfully.
"He has a crush on me, that's all," she dismissed.
"Should you be encouraging him like that?" he carefully continued to tease.
"Oh, it's okay. It wouldn't do him any good to be harsh to him," she replied surely.
"I suppose if he can learn to handle a crush on you, he'll be able to handle just about anything."
They both laughed at that and when they made it to Kakashi's house and no one was there, they took the opportunity to be intimate before she redressed. However, they didn't get away scot free because just as she was showing Ebisu out, Kakashi returned.
"Ah, good afternoon," the silver-haired man greeted knowingly.
They greeted him back, her confidently, him less so.
"I heard you caused quite a commotion at the fountain this afternoon," he teased. Actually, he had been there observing them at the time and got quite a kick out of what he saw.
The couple gave an embarrassed laugh and Ebisu left shortly after.
"So, Akamaru is still quite charmed with you," Kakashi began.
"So it seems."
"Fascinating. You're not still-" he tried.
"No," she interrupted, "not since that night we went for ice cream, but that seems to have been enough. Actually, I believe that Kiba has a bit of a crush on me and that's why his pup still reacts to me as he does," she explained.
Kakashi nodded. "Is that why you brought him back here while I was away?"
"How'd you know?" she wasn't at all startled that he knew what she was doing while he was away. Rather, she was wondering if someone had been watching them or if there was another tell.
"The dog hair on the carpet," he motioned.
She laughed, "Of course."
"So…did you?" Kakashi prompted curiously.
She smirked. "Don't you already know?"
"I'm observant, not psychic," he answered.
Her smirk grew and she walked away.
"Hey, don't just walk away!" he disappointedly called after her.
She winked over her shoulder, "If you really care, just go snooping again." Then she disappeared into her room.
A couple days later, she happened upon Kiba and Akamaru playing in the park. The dog once again ran straight for her but this time she was ready and caught him before he could get too far.
"Good afternoon, Kiba-san," she kissed his forehead and it seemed to settle the canine.
"Hey, what's up?" he greeted much easier than his previous meetings with her.
"Oh, I was just on a stroll and saw you two playing and had to stop by and say hi," she smiled, letting Akamaru lick her face a little.
He gave a friendly laugh, "Hi! Oh, and sorry again for Akamaru knocking you into the fountain."
"Oh, it's alright, really. The weather was warm enough that it was almost kinda nice," she dismissed.
"So…is he your boyfriend?" he asked carefully.
"Well, we were on a date but I don't really have a steady boyfriend," she told him carefully. "I'm not really suited for monogamy."
"Does he know that we-uh," he blushed and trailed off.
"It didn't come up," she giggled. "Would you like me to tell him?" she teased.
Kiba stammered, "Uh, well, uh, no, not exactly…I just didn't wanna…well…"
She laughed a little. "It's okay and don't worry, even if he did know, I think he'd be smart enough not to care."
He nodded vaguely, still unsure.
"Are you okay?" she carefully asked.
"Huh? Yeah, I guess," he shrugged.
"You sure?" she pressed.
"Yeah, I'm sure. It's just a little weird, that's all," he admitted.
That made her smile return, "That's an understatement if I've ever heard one!"
They parted ways shortly after, both feeling much better about their situation.
Things went smoothly for about a month after that until something unusual happened one evening while Kakashi and Calixta were being intimate. He had been playing with her breasts more and more recently, as she seemed to enjoy that but that evening, the sound she made when he first cupped her left breast was different from the ones she usually made. This sound was higher pitched and tenser than usual.
"You okay?" he prompted. Normally, he wouldn't have worried but he had noticed that her breasts had been more sensitive than usual for her by the way she would flinch when they bumped against something and how they looked a little swollen.
"Ugh, yeah, they're just…sensitive lately, that's all. It still feels good," she urged and he accepted that.
However, when shortly after he started suckling one of her nipples, the reason for her discomfort was revealed. He received a small spurt of warm, sweet fluid in his mouth. He withdrew with a look of amusement and surprise and withdrew his cock from inside her.
"Ah, don't stop now!" she scolded, trying to re-impale herself on him to no avail.
"Just a moment," he dismissed distractedly.
"What is it?" she fretted.
"I think I know why your breasts have been so sensitive lately," he gave the one he'd been working on a little squeeze and was squirted in the face with some of her milk.
"Ah! What? How?"
"Well, I'm not the only one who's been playing with your breasts. The stimulation very well could have caused such a reaction even though you're not fertile," he explained and then went back to what they were doing, much to her pleasure.
When they were finished, she was still leaking but he was very satisfied, not only did he receive sexual release but he had a full belly now. Then, as she panted next to him he noticed something odd.
"My wound," he looked at his arm, where he had suffered a rather nasty gash on their last mission.
"What about it? Do you need it dressed again?" she offered.
"Oh, no. Actually, look. It's almost healed now," he marveled.
"How?" The last time she looked at it, it was still raw and painful.
"I think it was you," he suggested impishly.
"I didn't do anything," she defended. "I swear!"
"Of course not. I meant your milk. I think it healed me," he elaborated.
"Wha-?" she blinked in disbelief. "No, that's ridiculous!"
"Not at all. It makes perfect sense," he told her as he stood and put some pants on. "I'll be back in just a moment."
As promised, he returned a minute later with a large bowl.
"What's that for?" she sat up and eyed him carefully.
"You're not empty yet. I'm gunna finish the job," he informed, setting the bowl in front of her before moving behind her to grasp her still rather swollen breasts.
She made all manner of strange sounds as he milked her which almost excited him enough for another round but not quite. He was too interested in contemplating the possibilities for the fluid for that.
"So much!" he marveled when he was sure she was empty.
She blushed and couldn't look at him.
"What's the matter?"
"I don't think you should play with my breasts any more. In fact, I don't think anyone should," she bitterly replied.
"Oh, now, don't be like that. Actually, the fact that you produce healing without even thinking about it is pretty amazing," he told her.
She didn't seem to buy it.
"Well, your choices are to stop, like you said, but that would be very painful while your milk cakes. On the other hand, you could nurture this new part of you and heal countless people."
"I'm not letting countless people suck on my tits," she bitterly retorted.
"Of course not," he laughed. "That's why we'll express it like this. That way no one has to know where it comes from if that's what you'd prefer."
That would be better, as far as she was concerned, but didn't say whether or not she agreed. Rather, she went to bed after that and let him pour the milk to a bottle and put it in the refrigerator. This bottle he took with him to the village healers to have analyzed. Upon receiving the analysis, he returned home to find her still debating what to do.
Her breasts hurt so very badly but the idea of having to regularly express her milk was still disturbing. "As if I wasn't enough of a weirdo," she sighed to herself just before he came back.
"I just got back from the healers. They were very impressed with your milk. Just from what was left over from last night, they were able to heal three different people almost completely, looked like they were in pretty bad shape too."
She appeared intrigued by that but not enough to make her smile.
"They were hoping you could provide them with more," he added and she sighed.
"Yeah, okay," she reluctantly agreed.
"Really?" he sounded more than a little surprised that it didn't take more coaxing than that.
"Well, if I can actually help people, it would be wrong not to…" she muttered. "And my tits ache so bad," she complained.
Her complaint made him smile a little. "Wanna let me see if I can help you with that?" he offered lewdly.
Of course, she let him and he did the same as the night before. He drank until he was full and collected the rest.
"Depending on what you decide is most convenient for you, the healers have offered to help you in any way they can," he told her.
"I'll go see them tomorrow," she agreed.
For quite some time after Kakashi's discovery, no one knew about Calixta's new ability. They simply enjoyed the new healing potions and didn't question them because they worked so well. This ended on the first mission with Team 7 that Kakashi took her on.
It was supposed to be an easy recon mission but of course, it didn't stay that way. There were inevitably spies keeping watch on them and when they got too close they were attacked.
Calixta stayed back with Sakura and allowed the others to take the brunt of the attacks. That is, until Naruto was struck hard enough to send him flying limply into a large tree hard enough to shake loose some of the weaker leaves. The attack that facilitated this devastating retaliation made it easy for Sasuke and Kakashi to finish off the final foe while the blonde slumped unconscious beneath the tree.
Upon seeing the blonde fall Calixta panicked. She had never seen Naruto knocked out before and it caused her deep concern. "Naruto!" she shrieked and ran over to him.
He was still breathing but didn't respond to her moving him so, without thinking, she pulled out one of her breasts and put her nipple to his lips. "Come on, Naruto," she pleaded quietly while brushing her nipple against his lips.
Instinctively and without regaining consciousness, he eventually latched on and started to gently suckle from her. She gave a soft moan at the sensation of his unwitting attention and feeling him being healed by her.
Before he was awake, the others had joined them.
"What the hell are you doing?" Sasuke demanded, looking over her shoulder.
"She's healing him," Kakashi answered for her, as her attention was still focused solely on the young man now lying in her lap.
The dark-haired teen shot his teacher an incredulous look until his teammate started to regain consciousness.
"Wh-…" he blinked, still not realizing his situation, "What happened?" he sat up and rubbed his head, only then noticing her bear breast. "Ack! What are you doing?"
"Get back here," she grabbed him, "You're not better yet," she told him authoritatively.
Of course he fought her, not realizing what she meant.
During this exchange, Kakashi turned to his other two students, "Go scout the surrounding area. I don't want any more surprises."
They readily agreed and disappeared in opposite directions.
"Now, Naruto, let Calixta finish healing you," Kakashi instructed.
"Kakashi-sensei!" Naruto looked up at him with disbelief.
She took that moment of shock to grasp him and pull his face to her breast again. "That guy nearly broke your neck and who knows what else," she scolded.
The young man's face grew bright red and he tried to fight her but her grip was too good.
"Please, Naruto, let me heal you in the only way I can," she requested in a soft, almost hurt voice.
The hurt in her voice cause a pang to resonate within him and he gave in. It only took another few minutes before he was completely healed and so he was finished before the others returned. However, he couldn't make eye contact with her anymore without blushing.
"That…That tastes…" he began but couldn't continue.
"What's it taste like?" she asked curiously as she had not tasted it herself.
"Well, kinda like the new healing potions at the clinic but they serve those cold so it's not quite the same," he managed.
"Well, it has to be refrigerated or it'll sour," she answered simply.
"What? That-That-?" he stammered accusingly.
"Yes, they're from me," she confirmed carefully.
"They never said anything about breast milk!" he protested.
"Does it matter if it works that well?" Kakashi reasoned. "Don't be such a baby," he ironically teased just in time for the others to return.
"Done with your little snacky?" Sasuke taunted upon returning.
"Watch it," Calixta snapped almost threateningly. "You never know when you'll need to be healed in a pinch," she warned.
"I wouldn't do that no matter how damaged I was," he retorted.
"Yes you would," Kakashi corrected with the same authoritative tone he'd taken with the blonde earlier.
Sasuke scoffed.
"Even if I have to hold your face to her tit myself," he added darkly and the dark-haired teen kept quiet, no matter how much Calixta's slight snicker bothered him.
The rest of their mission was uneventful, so much so that they didn't return with any real information.
Upon their return, Kakashi made his team swear that they wouldn't tell others about what they knew about the new ultra-powerful healing potions. They agreed if only because they didn't really want to have that conversation with anyone.
She continued after that with a regimen of going to the healers first thing in the morning, even before breakfast, to have her milk expressed. This was because that was when the most fluid had accumulated allowing her to give them the most that she could in a single sitting. This allowed her the option of either returning later in the day for the same procedure or taking care of it in other ways. Before long, this resulted in a schedule that had her expressing her breasts three times a day. Once before breakfast, once in the afternoon, and then again the late evening.
This schedule allowed her to maintain her secret reasonably well. Though, slowly there were those that came to know. The first, of course, was Jiraiya, who greatly enjoyed her new ability even if it did quell his intoxication when he happened upon her after a good drinking session.
The next to find out was Ebisu. They were on another date when it happened and it was completely by accident. On their way back from their lunch, a precariously stacked merchant cart toppled over. He managed to get her out of the way but not without one of the crates hitting him in the head hard enough to knock him down and make him bleed.
At the sight of his blood, she gave a sharp gasp and cradled her heavy breasts. It was nearly time for her to express her milk anyway but his injury had triggered her let-down reflex.
"Are you okay?" he asked when he saw how flushed she was.
"Y-Yeah…you're bleeding…are you okay?" she managed.
"Just a little knick," he dismissed, dabbing the blood on his sleeve.
She looked around nervously. "Can we get out of here?" she hastily requested.
"Yeah, sure," he agreed, a note of worry in his voice. He was also concerned by her posture. Before the accident, she was walking closely with him, arm in arm in fact. Now she was walking with her arms carefully crossed over her chest. "Are you sure you're okay?" he asked again when they were away from the crowd.
She looked around to see if there were still people around. There were and she hesitated. "I'm okay…just…can we stop off at your place?" she asked.
He usually liked it when she wanted to go back to his place. This time, it didn't sound as exciting. "Of course," he led her the couple blocks to his house and when she entered, she breathed a sigh of relief.
"Oh, goodness," she sighed. "I thought everyone would see," she fretted.
"It's not that big a deal. Here, I'll go clean up," he told her, thinking she was still worried about his minor injury.
"No, not just yet. Let me fix it for you," she requested meekly.
"Sure, okay. I'll get the first aid kit," he offered.
"No," she told him resolutely, finally letting her arms fall to her sides to reveal that she had nearly soaked through the front of her blouse.
"Wh-?" he blinked in surprise.
"Please," she pulled her shirt open, exposing her swollen, leaking breasts.
Ebisu's eyes nearly bugged out of his head.
"It will heal you," she encouraged.
"I-I don't understand," he stammered though he felt drawn to her.
"It started some time ago," she tried to explain. "Oh, please, they're so heavy it aches," she whined.
"Uh, yeah, okay," he barely managed and she led him over to his couch where they sat and he carefully nursed her breasts.
As soon as his lips touched her, she breathed a soft sigh of relief, which caused the flood of milk to come even more easily. A couple minutes later, she was far from empty but his wound was gone.
"See," she traced a careful finger over where the bloody wound had been.
He withdrew to examine for himself, "Amazing," he marveled. The he gave her a pensive look. "Should I stop then?" he wondered since she was still dripping.
"Only if you want to," she sheepishly replied.
He didn't answer, simply went back to what he had been doing until he was full and she was all but empty.
"When did this happen?" he finally asked as they cleaned up since he knew it had to be a recent development.
"Not long ago, less than a month," she blushed. "Apparently my breasts have received enough attention that this started. I never thought I'd have to deal with this kind of thing…since it usually only happens when you have kids, ya know?"
"I was kinda wondering," he breathed a slight sigh of relief. She had told him the first time they coupled that she couldn't get pregnant and he was beginning to wonder if that wasn't true.
"Bizarre, huh?" she managed.
He shrugged. "A little but hey, whatever, right?"
She smiled gently and hugged him. "You're so understanding. Why couldn't I have met you sooner in my life?"
He simply hugged her back because he didn't have an answer for that. In the back of his mind, he thought that if they had met before she came to their village, they might not have hit it off so well.
Because she was worried about how Akamaru would react to her, she avoided Kiba for quite some time after she started lactating. If she thought that he might even be in the same area as her, she avoided it at all costs. At first, Kiba didn't notice but as time passed, he began to wonder if he had said or done something to earn her disfavor.
However, she knew this couldn't last forever and while on a stroll through the forest not far from Kakashi's house, she happened upon the pair on a walk of their own. Naturally, Akamaru caught her scent first and started after her. Kiba knew what his companion was after shortly after when he caught a whiff of her scent as well. It made him run faster, almost fast enough to catch Akamaru, but not quite. Though, he was quick enough to get her attention before she was glomped by the dog again.
"Calixta!" he called as he approached.
She turned and was again just in time to catch the pup. This time, however, that wasn't enough. Akamaru kept trying, wriggling in her grasp and trying to burrow in her shirt. The struggle knocked her off her feet. Of course, Kiba scolded his dog but to even less avail than usual.
"I'm so sorry!" he apologized as usual, thankful that they were alone in the forest rather than in a crowded place like usual. "I thought he was pretty much over that."
She gave a heated gasp as the canine didn't simply try to burry himself between her breasts as he usually did. Instead, he was trying to get to a particular part of her breasts, her nipples. "Aaah," she gasped again when she finally managed to pull him away but the damage had been done, her milk had started to let down.
"Are you okay?" he asked when he saw that she wasn't recovering as well as she usually did.
She blushed deeply. "H-He was rooting," she barely managed.
"He was what?" Kiba questioned, not understanding what she meant.
"Rooting," she repeated quietly as she slowly made her way to her feet.
"I'm sorry, I don't understand," he managed.
She gave him a critical look, not as though she didn't believe him but she was wondering how he would take the news. "Is there…something different about my scent?" she asked carefully. She was already starting to leak a little and knew that if he couldn't smell it before it would be apparent now, if it was at all.
He took a moment to sniff the air. "Yeah…I guess there is," he agreed, hoping she would get to the point.
"What's the difference?" she asked hopefully.
He took another moment before answering. The answer to her question came to mind immediately but he wasn't sure about it and it made him hesitate. "You smell…milky?" he barely answered.
She smirked a bit. "Bingo," was her simple reply.
Her affirmation confused him. "I don't get it," he admitted.
He obviously didn't have any younger siblings. With a blush, she pulled her shirt away from one of her breasts, trying not to revel in his shock, and cupped it in one hand. Then, just as he was about to say something, she gave it a squeeze, squirting milk out and letting it fall freely to the ground.
With that, Akamaru leapt from his master's arms to the ground where he lapped at the fluid before any more of the tiny drops could seep into the dirt.
"Oh…" was all the teen could manage.
She giggled a little at his stupor. "I've been avoiding you because I knew Akamaru would be drawn to it. I've embarrassed you enough as it is. You don't deserve any more than that."
"I-It's alright. I didn't realize," he eventually replied.
She gave a nod of understanding before looking down to see that she was starting to soak through the side of her shirt still covering her other breast. Without really thinking, she pulled that fabric away as well. "And well, once it's started…it's rather difficult to stop," she explained.
"Is…Is there…anything I can do?" he asked, unsure what exactly that meant but he felt responsible.
She smirked. "Well…there is one thing." She knelt down on the ground and pulled out a small plastic bowl with a lid. It had contained the snack she had eaten early on her walk but was now empty.
He stared, gaping at her as she filled the bowl and set it aside for Akamaru. "There, that should keep him out of the way," she said resolutely before turning her attention to the young man staring at her. "As for you. If you really want to help…you'll have to help me get the rest of the milk out."
"H-How-?" he stammered.
She gave a gentle smile that made butterflies rise up in his stomach and motioned for him to join her on the ground. "It's easiest if you orally express it," she eased.
He obviously was unsure about what that meant and flinched when she placed a careful hand on the back of his neck, guiding him toward her breast.
"Suck it out yourself," she told him simply just as his lips met her breast.
Without further thought, he opened his mouth and began to suckle.
"That's right," she eased, "Take as much as you can into your mouth and use gentle, even pressure."
He obeyed and her right breast was empty a few minutes later. When he wasn't getting any more fluid, he withdrew, noticing that the breast he'd been working on was now significantly smaller than the other. Before Akamaru could make another go at her, she refilled his bowl and set Kiba back to work to finish his task.
"Ooooh," she gave a satisfied little moan, "Thank you…They were getting so heavy."
He didn't know how to answer that and simply kept going until that breast was empty as well.
She breathed a sigh of relief when he withdrew and covered herself again. "Thanks," she blushed.
"Uh, yeah, sure, I guess," he managed.
She gave him a careful look and noticed that their interactions had stirred the arousal of her young companion. So, she slowly wrapped her arms around him and drew him into a passionate kiss. This time, he didn't flinch or fight her in anyway, simply yielded to her embrace. Soon, he was making advances of his own, pushing back until she was lying on the forest floor.
She made a soft sound of surprise when her back met the ground but couldn't break the kiss because of how intriguing it was to taste her milk on his lips.
They had sex right then and there without any forethought. He almost thanked her again but caught himself in time, instead saying, "That was…amazing…"
She smiled and kissed him on the cheek. "Indeed," she giggled.
When he went to gather up Akamaru, he found that the pup was in a food coma from having consumed every last drop of the milk she provided him. He gave an affectionate smile as he tucked the little dog into his coat and it didn't wane as they made their way out of the forest.
Kakashi was more surprised when she returned after dark and even more so when he saw that she was arm in arm with Kiba.
"Good evening," he greeted slyly.
"Oh, uh, good evening, Kakashi-sensei," Kiba blushingly greeted.
Calixta practically ignored this exchange in favor of continuing to focus her attention on her young companion. "That was fun. We should walk together more often," she kissed him on the cheek and he left a moment later.
"Sounds like you had an interesting stroll through the forest," Kakashi began as they entered the house.
"I wasn't expecting to but it sure turned out that way," she giggled a little.
"He seems very fond of you and I'm surprised you weren't carrying Akamaru. I've heard the pup practically demands it," he chided.
"He was passed out," she answered. "Oh, you already started dinner!" she marveled, noticing that it spelled quite appetizing.
"Yes, well I wasn't sure if you were coming back," he shrugged. "So you met up with them after some pretty intense training then?"
"He said they were just out for a walk," she answered, unaware that was their euphemism for training in the woods. "And a belly full of warm milk will do that to anyone," she half-joked.
"Oh? I thought you looked a little empty," he teased.
She blushed a little in spite of herself. "Well, once Akamaru started rooting things just started flowing and Kiba was willing to help me out so I wouldn't soak through my blouse on the way back to you. Are you disappointed?" she teased back.
"Only a little. I've started to look forward to the late night snack," he admitted.
"Well, I'm sure there will be some for you later if you really want it," she assured.
That much he knew was true. Her body had started to produce milk at a state of near-constancy, which meant he could have a snack just about any time he wanted.