Sakura woke up in a bed soaked with milk. Blankets saturated and mattress ruined. Horny beyond belief and with lovey-dovey images of those textured, sucking tentacles. Pinned beneath her udderly monstrous z-cup titty mountains, Sakura tried to cry. She should have hated this. Her life was coming apart at the seams. Bashed to bits by the jiggles and smacks and squirts of her gigantic breasts.
But she couldn't. She couldn't bring herself to hate them. When her tears came, they were of joy, not sadness. And not even the ache of their weight on her trunk could dampen her love for them.
"Boobs… My boobs… I have boobs…<3"
Drunk on eight hours of hands-free orgasms and double doses of maternal hormones, Sakura hugged her colossal bust like a long-lost lover. Thighs crossed and rubbing she smushed them up to her face. And the fact their upward-bulging volume covered her face… she didn't care. Hell, it only made her fetishize them more. Joyfully she kissed the colossal swells. Deep and licking with her tongue. Like she had with Sasuke on their honeymoon.
"I love you girls so much~"
Today was Saturday, and she took advantage of it. No longer caring for what came tomorrow, Sakura spent the day getting to know her breasts. Petting them like big fluffy puppies. Talking to them. Naming them cutesy things like Ashley and Mary Kate. Watching movies while topless so they could see all the action. Bowl of popcorn nestled between them.
On Sunday she went out and bought a proper pump for her precious girls. She had to tree-hop to a nearby village to make the purchase. A task made harder by the need for her to hold down the ridiculous jiggling of her gigantic jubblies. The rural farm community knew nothing of Konoha's corruption. Minds blown by her weightless z-cups. Wide eyes following the up 'n down boing boing boings of her boobs, barely restrained by her sling bikini. She stuck them out and told them what she wanted with pride. That a normal breast pump couldn't handle her boobs. That she needed some serious suction and a big, heavy reservoir to drink all her milk down.
The hapless farmhand she'd accosted scrambled to accommodate her. She'd forgotten to bring cash but a few bottles of her delicious boob juice made the man more than happy. Aglow with titty-pride she tree-hopped back home with the heavy device strapped to her back.
The growth stopped soon after. As if a lesson had been learned or a curse lifted. Sakura no longer woke up dreading the sight of another cup size slopped onto her ridiculous bazookas. Because she'd finally learned to love her body.
That being said, she still had to go to work on Monday. And life had one last curveball to throw her way.
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"Okay, repeat all that to me slowly. Really slowly." Sakura put her hands on her hips. "How much viagra did you take again?"
Her patient fidgeted under her displeased stare. More discomfort on top of the distended log of flesh his jutting penis had become. Shaft comically overgrown compared to his average testicles. He had good reason to be uncomfortable. He was the man who'd shot all over her table from that prostate exam. Apparently, his name was Sega.
"It, uh, wasn't the number. It was… you know…" His cock throbbed, cutting off his confession with a pained grunt. "The type I took."
Sakura sighed. "And you took the one with the picture of a horse on the front?"
"…Yeah…?"
"Which you bought from the same shop you bought a…" She checked her clipboard. "Replacement starter for your tractor." She rubbed her temple. "Sega, why did you think a farm supply store would sell human viagra? And in the animal breeding section no less?"
"Because I'm a moron?" He ventured.
"Good! You've been paying attention."
Sega looked down, contrite. Inwardly, Sakura felt bad for him. His outlook was grim to say the least. He'd had this erection for six hours now. And that would have some nasty consequences for his penis. An extremely painful surgery to drain it might, might save him from surgical castration. The very thought made her skin crawl.
No, she couldn't let some jaded sawbones chop and hack this poor man into eunuch-dom. He'd only just learned the joys of sex. As she admired his drug-boosted hardon, heat rose in her bosom. Not as big as Naruto's but still, very nice~ She had to save this beautiful penis. And if conventional medicine had no good answers, well, there was always another way.
"So, what happens now?"
Sakura side-eyed him for a full ten seconds. Ten silent seconds. Then she crept to the door. A check outside confirmed, yes, nobody was around. Gingerly she closed the door and locked it.
"Well, there's the regular method. And then there's my method." She described the conventional treatment first, in excruciating detail. Sega went sheet white and covered his penis.
"Please not that." He begged.
Sakura patted his head, leaning in just so. Balanced on her toes while her swollen udders dangled in his face. "Why don't we try my method then<3"
Her conscience screamed at her when she pulled the straps of her sling bikini away. Loving her boobs was one thing but fucking a patient?! It was sick! Depraved even! Sakura told her conscience to shut up. This was for his own good. Not for her pleasure.
…yeah right.
Sakura tugged each strap of her bathing suit around the outer swell of her opposite breast. So when she let them snap into place they squeezed her gigantic melons tight together. Forming a pocket of clingy titflesh as snug as any pussy. Several pumps of medical lube got her nice and slippery. Lube which she insisted Sega administer. Because she was otherwise occupied with tugging up his clingy hospital gown.
Suddenly she found herself staring down the barrel of twelve inches of meaty dick. Strained to an alarming degree and discolored in splotches. A sausage left too long on the stuffing machine, primed to burst its casing.
"Well it's… d-definitely a little discolored~" Sakura licked her parted lips, jade-bright eyes in full bedroom mode. "And you're feeling a lot of pressure right now?"
Sega had his face mere inches from hers. He'd had to lean forward to get his lubricating hands into her tight titty pocket. His palms were rough but the man himself was gentle.
"Y-yeah it's really throbbing…"
Sakura's slim fingers inched closer to his tip. "I noticed. I think it's pulsing with your heartbeat~" She took a deep breath. Inhaling a noseful of his male scent by accident. If she wasn't aroused before, she was now. "Tell me if this hurts…"
She touched him once. A single gasp was her only warning before—POP! Semen spattered up her face. Sega had had to pry her tits apart to get the lube deep between them. A necessity which exposed her face to a glutinous dose of man gravy. The white track up her face stuccoed her left eye shut and shot her cute little nurse cap off her head. It sailed across the room and spattered on the cabinets behind her. Good and glued in place.
"Pah! Hey, watch it!" Sakura wiped her eye.
Sega could only gurgle an apology. Sakura sighed and shucked her doctor's coat in full. No sense in ruining her uniform any more than it already was. Naked now, save for her now infamous cow print sling bikini, and some 'sensible' blocky high heels. Black and professional of course.
"It's fine it's fine… I'm fine…" She caught her breath and barely dodged another overpressured shot of man sauce. "Jesus fuck we've gotta contain this thing~"
Without asking permission she shoved Sega onto her exam table. Sakura scrambled on top of him like a woman possessed. Enslaved dually to her relentless professional drive and her turbocharged need for rough, sloppy paizuri. Within seconds she smothered his white hot rod in mammary heaven. Squeezed it tight until its host squirmed beneath her.
Squirms which stirred the spurting appendage in her slick cleavage. Squirms which rubbed her tender boobs with its berserker-like tumescence. Sakura felt her own tits spark hot, sex drive spiking as her vision swam. She needed to control him before he jug-humped her to an orgasm.
Sakura fired up her chakra and activated her forehead seal. It blossomed into wavy lines across her forehead. The strength surge let her pin him like a ragdoll. One gentle press to her stomach held him in place.
"Don't move stud<3" The last word slipped out before she could swallow it. "I'm the professional here. Let me take care of everything."
Torn between brain-deadening lust and, honestly, a bit of fear at the sheer force she could bring, her patient could only nod. Sakura tugged the stems of her bathing suit down to pull her tits extra tight 'round his stretched dick. Tighter tighter tighter…! Until his breaths came ragged and desperate.
"You like that? Nice 'n tight just for you…" Sakura's voice took on a low register. Too horny to care about sounding properly feminine.
"Holy shit… oh god…. Oh my god…" Sega clenched his teeth and bucked against her bust. A lesser set of tits would have jiggled from the impact. Hers simply mooshed a little to absorb his thrust. "You're even, t-tighter than Yasha…"
"Who's Yasha?" Sakura squirmed her tits around his shaft. Shoulders and chest muscles engaged in tandem. Moving them up and down was pointless, his dick had totally vanished between them.
"The, she was the one who…" She trailed off when she squeezed him again. "Took your virginity?"
"Y-yeah."
Sakura's eyes gleamed. "So you're telling me. My tits feel better than your first love's pussy?" His ragged nod spurred her on. "Are they warmer~" Another nod. "Softer~?" Nod! Nod! Nod!
Another cumshot painted her sternum. But not a single drop escaped her abyssal bust. Her sexy grin flashed a pair of oddly pointed canines. Yessss… This was what her tits were for. What they were born to do. To strangle studly boys and pound them into submission.
Sakura gave in to temptation. Joyful, she gave her tits exactly what they wanted. A dominant, slickened pummeling of a man's crotch. Naked and graceful as a panther she slithered her precious breasts up and down his crotch. Jostling and bending his poor boner as it squirted and squirted and squirted delicious booby-lube.
She dragged her whole torso around and around above his groin. Tits hanging free to smother his dick. Sleek, powerful back and shoulder muscles engaged tight to slide and slop and slobber her colossal balloons around and around his cock. Panting like a lioness she battered his crotch with extreme prejudice. Droplets of crystal lube scattered the light as they flew all over each other. Their animal cries intermingled and rose. Piercing the hospital's thin walls. Wild-eyed from the ecstasy of blessed relief, Sakura licked her patient's abs as she brutalized his boner. Mouth wide open to show her teeth. Not a sign of submission but dominance. A sign with a clear message:
Don't fight back or I'll bite you~
She'd become a wild animal. A sexual predator which only one man in Konoha could tame. And Sega was not that man. All he could do was lay there and erupt between her massive jugs. The boobjob got sloppier and louder with each slithering rep. Out of control his cock began to fire cumshots one after another. Refractory period reduced to nothing he blasted like a lawn sprinkler. So fast and hard his every seminal eruption burned, but he felt no pain; only the rapture of impossible pleasure. Semen began to ooze forth from the sumptuous crevasse of her legendary breasts. Honey from a beehive. He'd finally overwhelmed her bust, but it had taken all his strength. The woman herself had still claimed him.
And she took him for all he was worth. Over the next hour she relentlessly milked his bloated erection. Lowered the pressure in his jutting limb shot by molten cumshot. Until at last it popped soft and healthy-pink from the swamp of jizz her virgin-tight cleavage had become. Erect still but no longer primed to explode.
Unfortunately, this was the moment Ron walked in.
"Doctor Haruno, we need to discuss your behavior at last week's convention— What in god's name!"
He dropped his papers. Free they fluttered in the sweat-steamed air. A pair of beady eyes made huge by some truly epic coke bottle spectacles took in the pornographic scene. Sakura Haruno all but naked, straddling an exhausted and pantsless patient. Whose penis jutted erect and throbbing still. Aimed at her face.
All at once, Sakura remembered who she was. Where she was, and realized the massive, gigantic mistake she had made. Ashamed she tugged her spunk-saturated bikini back over her jutting nipples. Desperate to clean herself she struggled to wipe her chest clean with a wad of paper towels. All while she babbled in a panic.
"R-Ron, this isn't what it looks like—"
Splurt
Her patient let loose one last cumshot. High and arcing over the immense slopes of her bust. One last eggy load to mark her face. Face purple and jowls all a jiggle with fury, the director stabbed her semen-soaked left tit with a pudgy finger.
"YOU'RE FIRED!"
Oh, and all those cumshots ruined her journal of course. The innocent dork had shot his semen with enough force to rip whole pages out of the thing. Just her luck.