Sakura woke up in the bathtub. Tacky with dried milk and sweat. One leg over the tub's edge while the other jammed against the tub's bottom. Ow… ow ow ouch ow. Fuck, did she fall asleep in the shower?
"Oh my head… I feel like I squirted my brains out." Sakura rubbed her forehead, groaning.
Sasuke's laptop was still on. Set to autoplay, it had played porn for her all night. She'd had the foresight to plug it in. Mute images of a short man with a hefty appendage pummeling a Rubenesque cowgirl to cross-eyed ahegao danced across the screen. Almost immediately she felt her pussy tingle. Despite their raw soreness her nipples still stiffened at the lewd picture. The vibrators had slipped free of their tape during the night. Run down, they rattled on the tub's cold bottom.
Sakura caught herself before she succumbed again. Quick as a flash she slammed the laptop closed. Nope! No way! She was not giving in to that again. She'd already lost one day. And she wasn't in any state to work today. Miffed, she cupped her gelatinous melons. A subtle lift of them still drove her girls to jiggle. Because of course it would.
"You two are making my life pretty tough, you know." She shot her tits her best disapproving teacher look. "I dunno why, you're not even that big. I mean you're both, what, two sizes larger than Tsunade-sensei? At least you're not the size of yoga balls."
With a huff, Sakura cleared out her bathtub. Luckily for her the shower was right overhead. A few twists of the handles disgorged streams of steamy water all over her achy, sticky skin.
"Oh yeah~ That's the stuff<3" Sakura moaned. Soap in hand. After eight hours of laying in filth, the shower felt like heaven.
And she was thorough, working up plenty of lather to cake her tired body. Though there was one problem. Her boobs made a shield against the spray. Like an umbrella they diverted the flow along her front and down the forward curves of her tits. So all the water trickled off her nipples. Like an alcove behind a waterfall, her front was completely dry. And to stop herself from making a waterfall of her own, Sakura had to be careful with how she pried her breasts apart. To let the water pass.
Thusly cleansed, she bounced from the bathroom. Towel wrapped around her hair, but nothing on other than that. None of the towels in the house could wrap around her bust comfortably. And they weren't the only things which couldn't wrap around them anymore…
"Oh come on!" Sakura grunted with her bra straps. "Come on… Come onnnn… I just got this thing."
The 'akimichi class' brassiere could no longer contain her luscious lady lumps. Marshmallowy flesh bulged around its cups. Nipples obvious in their poking through the thick foam cups. Sakura could hear a seam in the right strap pop.
"God dammit!" She threw the bra away in disgust. "Okay, the bra's a no go. Maybe if my nipples don't get hard it'll be fine. I can go braless like last week."
But it was to no avail. Not even with her strength could she close her iconic pink dress around her obscene meat pillows. By the fifth time they popped up and slapped her chin, Sakura gave up. She ended up standing in front of the mirror with the whole top of her dress unbuttoned. Each tit sticking out a full ten inches from her front.
Time for plan B.
Sakura opened the bathroom first aid kit and took out the roll of gauze. Partiallly translucent, she needed several layers to properly wrap up her chest. And even then, there was only enough for a flimsy strip across her nipples. Not much more than three fingers wide. Mind you, the bandages were layered thick enough to hide the jut of her nipples, but there was a hint of areolae peeking over the top and bottom! Hopefully nobody would look too closely.
Like always, she took the rooftops to the shopping district. Or she tried to at least.