Denki trudged through the hospital's busy halls. Hands thrust in his scrub pockets. Today was the day, and he was nervous as hell. He'd finally gotten that all-important promotion. To Sakura Haruno's personal staff. No more instant ramen for him! It was nothing but fresh meals from here on out. And maybe he'd finally be able to afford a girlfriend too.
All he had to do was nail an interview with one of the strongest kunoichi in history. Literally, he'd only been a grunt during the shinobi war. Hiding behind a smashed boulder so he wouldn't get vaporized, but even from his hiding spot he'd never forget the sight of Sakura absolutely nuking the battlefield with one punch. …Okay so he might have a thing for her.
DR. SAKURA HARUNO
The office door said, in blocky white letters. They had only just changed the name on the door. Ever since Tsunade's disappearance, her student had taken up her old position.
Sakura had kept the interior exactly the same. Dust had settled on the various awards and trophies on the walls. All signed in her mentor's name. As if the place was one large tribute to the woman who'd proceeded her. …Except every glass frame in the office was cracked. From the two medical licenses hung from the walls. To the vase of flowers on her desk. And even the picture of her husband.
Denki was taken aback. He'd never imagined Sakura would be a klutz. But hey, what was it they said about never meeting your heroes?
"Sa—" He caught himself. "Doctor Haruno? Are you here?"
There was a small bathroom located just off the office. Its door was open and he heard clothes rustling inside. Along with what he swore was the snap of a bra strap.
"Stupid bra. Must've shrunk in the wash again… I'll be out in a minute! Just gotta change!" A hand emerged and pointed straight at him. "If you look you're dead meat!"
"Uh, right." He began. "I-I mean of course not doctor!" His old ninja instincts kicked in, and he almost snapped a salute.
Several minutes passed in silence. Save for some distinctly feminine grumbles and the telltale creaks of… some sort of heavy-duty garment. A girdle? She hadn't gained a ton of weight during the peace like Anko had, had she? That might break his heart. Finally, a long huff signaled Sakura's surrender:
"God dammit, fine. I'll wear the stupid bikini."
The bathing suit? More clothing rustles reached his ears. Followed by muffled curses brought on by the sounds of popping buttons.
"Come on, you can do it. One… more… fastener… Got it!"
Pop!
Pop pop pop! He heard a mirror crack.
"…You know what? Fuck it. Close enough."
Denki straightened, taking his hands out of his pockets. When she emerged he couldn't help but look her up and down. Respectfully of course. Yup, she was pretty much exactly how he remembered her. Pretty face, bright green eyes, tastefully thick hips, huge breasts…
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Wait…
Huge breasts?
Denki's train of thought derailed with an almighty crash! Boobs! Sakura Haruno had boobs! Big fat bouncy ones which strained her clothes to the point of rupture. Barely restrained by what could only be a sling bikini worn under her uniform. The same double-breasted white minidress affair most of the women wore. But the middle four buttons were straight up gone. The sheer springily expansive force of her of her gigantic boobs had stretched the dress' chest area wide, wide open.
Globularly round and damn near weightless. Tastefully indented by the vertical black stripes of her sling bikini. With only two cloth diamonds (cow printed!) to cover her jutting nipples. Through strained eyes he swore he could barely see a narrow circle of areolae peeking around them. Then they came at him. Bouncing ridiculously with every step of the woman he so admired.
Even with the bikini's restraining ribbons, Sakura's rack absolutely rocked with her gait. Hands on her hips as if she was moving her tits instead of her arms to maintain balance. Akin to underwater jello moulds, he swore he saw each breast bounce in slightly different directions. Jiggling multiple times at high speed every time her weight shifted.
Boobs! Boobs boobs boobs! The word inflated in his head and popped. Showering a heavy pall of little 'boob' words all over his brain. Smothering his higher brain functions. Until only his lizard brain remained. Dimly he realized he was erect. Desperate to not let her think she was a pervert (he heard she hated perverts), he leaned on the wall and crossed his legs. But oh, if only he could get his hands on those glorious bosoms—
"Ahem!"
Sakura's grumpy throat clear dragged him back to reality. They were pretty much face-to-face now.
"You're not very good at first impressions are you?" She asked pointedly.
"No ma'am. …I mean yes ma'am! I mean…" He smoothed back his hair, to collect himself. "Sorry Doctor Haruno. I don't know what came over me."
"Hmm. Well I can guess." She glanced ruefully at her chest. "You're not the only one either. I don't see what you're all getting so worked up about. They're just breasts." She sighed. "They're not even very big ones."
Denki didn't think his train of thought could be derailed again. But there it went crashing off the rails a second time. Not big? NOT BIG?! She was even bustier than Tsunade! How could she think she didn't have big tits? Sakura changed the subject.
"Okay, so I know Director Ron recommended you personally. But we still have to see whether you can handle this position. So, here's our options. Either I quiz you right here on all our standard operating procedures right now. Which you could easily fail even if you're a really good nurse. And that wouldn't be fair for either of us."
Denki made a sound like he was about to speak up. She put up a finger and silenced him.
"Or you could shadow me on my rounds and show me what you can do for real. Does that sound better to you?"
Denki tried to talk. But boobs were all he could think of.
"Hello?"
He was screwing it up! Talk, stupid! Say something! "Uh huh…"
Sakura sighed. "Hoo boy. Okay. I can not take you out of here like this. You look like you're about to molest somebody. Probably me. So, here's what we're gonna do."
She jerked her thumb at the open door next to her desk.
"Bathroom's in there. I don't care if you take a cold shower or rub one out." She opened the door exiting her office. "Come find me when you can string a sentence together."
The door clicked shut… and then opened one last time.
"Oh yeah, and one more thing. Do not touch my bra. Capiche?"
"Y-yes doctor."
"...Hmm. Not bad. Don't take too long."
Then second he was alone he bolted for the bathroom. Hand down his pants. Desperate for some… relief. Inside he found the bathroom mirror cracked around four little pucks in the glass. There were four white buttons sitting in the dry sink. More enchanting still was the truly enormous bra hung over the shower rod. Each cup looked big enough to carry a whole canteen's worth of water. She'd ordered him not to touch it, but he couldn't help himself.
With trembling hands he found himself fumbling for the heavenly garment's tag. By necessity, it was more a feat of engineering than sexy lingerie. He could feel Kevlar in the straps and in the cups. And the padding on the inside was thick. Doubtlessly to hide those deliciously puffy nipples she had now. It wasn't an especially sexual garment by any stretch of the imagination. But somehow that made it hotter.
At last, the tag put a number to his fantasy. Sakura had scrawled 32A over the real measurement with permanent marker.
42P. A cup size far far beyond the largest size any of Konoha's women could buy off the rack. She must have had this one custom tailored. A prick to his finger pulled his attention to the literal boulder holder's snapped hooks.
Sakura hadn't just sprouted a fat set of knockers. They were still growing.