[One Week Later]
"Back again, eh?"
Sakura wilted under the bouncer's gaze. She didn't see his knowing smirk. Or the obscene bulge in his slacks. A signal meaning he was in the same boat as her.
"You don't look all that surprised to see me." Sakura rested an arm across her weightless dairy zeppelins.
"Eh, I heard a lot of rumors about a woman terrorizing the village with her massive breasts. Figured you'd show up here eventually."
Sakura rolled her eyes. "Gee, thanks. You're a real gentleman you know that?"
"Eh, comes with the job." He waved her in. "Now go find something to rest those monsters on."
Sakura pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed. Still with the boob comments! Red plastic heels clicked on stainproof tiles. Sakura had almost given up and clothes in favor of attending the club naked. But there were lines she wouldn't cross even now. No, she'd switched to her 'clubbing outfit'. Calling it an outfit was the stretch of the century. Little more than a series of straps and some 'trashy' platform stiletto boots (cherry red of course). Black leather straps which lashed vertically down each of her beachball-size bosoms. Indenting into their softness barely enough to hoist them off her borderline six-pack stomach. Straps which connected to a choker around her neck, leaving her shockingly ripped back bare.
Three weeks of lugging around almost 100+ pounds of tit tended to give a woman the back of an amazon queen.
"Fucking hell, it's wedgie city back there." Sakura grumped, tugging at the large silver ring positioned at the small of her back.
The ring more or less held her entire ensemble together. The connection point where the bottoms of her three-finger-wide boobie straps swooped around her toned waist and attached to her fetishwear bikini's thong. A thong so tiny it looked lost in her meaty hips, whose shiny triangle barely, barely covered her slit. And whose arcing stems clove highly up on her pelvis. Above her harshly jutting hipbones. One finger wide and deliciously indented into her creamy flesh.
All in all, this ridiculous number was slutty in every conceivable way. A flagrant signal that she had one purpose in life now. Sex, rough brutish and primal slamfucking. Hard enough to crack bedframes and bruise pelvises. Hard enough to drag on for hours with no sign of stopping. Eyes rolled back and tongue lolling. Brain melted and tits oozing milk.
And speaking of tits. Sakura's boobs looked truly ridiculous now. If they didn't look so soft and lewd with their jutting nipples and subtle sways (brought on by the precarious balance of those red boots); she could've been a cartoon character. A caricature of a busty woman. They looked like beachballs. Novelty ones matching the shade her fair skin. Blushed with constant arousal and dusted rose pink in the areas around her hidden nipples.
Yet their shape and weight gave no doubt that these breasts were real. Sloshy and jiggly, unruly in their squirmings in their leather prison. If those boobs were indeed beachballs, then they were full of jell-o instead of air. Thick jell-o which wiggled like mad but never lost its shape.
Even through the leather straps, her nipples were obvious. A palm diameter areola peeked out a teasing hair's width over each side. Pools from where her silver dollar thick nipples poked stark tents through the tight material.
One good bop from her tits pushed the bouncer out of the way. Soft as they were, their pillowy mass still knocked him back a step. Far from an actual attack as any blow could be. It amused him more than anything else.
"Tsundere!" He called after her.
"Up yours!" Sakura snapped back. Middle finger and all.
The club was almost, almost the same as she remembered. Yet something in its manner had fundamentally changed. Hinata and Naruto's stunt had changed the atmosphere of the place. Once an orgy spot, always an orgy spot.
All the freaks of Konoha had gathered here tonight. The first receivers of Naruto's gift. This was their mecca, their temple to flesh and sin. Sakura realized she was not the only one suffering from two big 'problems'. Virtually everywhere she looked, she saw women with enormous breasts. Ivory and ebony and light and dark, all races were represented in the blessings of big tits. Apparently, Tsunade's original H-cup knockers were the average now.
She fit in a little better in the ass department though. Because the parade of booties assaulting her peripheral vision was obscener than a pride parade! Bubble after mouth-watering bubble of pants-straining ass-meat. If she didn't know better she would have sworn every damn buttslut representing here had spent her life savings on the highest-quality Brazilian butt lifts imaginable.
But no amount of cosmetic surgery could have facsimiled the sheer number of pregnant bellies she spotted. For every four women present, one was heavily pregnant. Gloriously bare-tummied, midsection shimmering with oiled-up pride. Those mouth moistening baby bumps shone under rainbow laser lights. Twitching twinner and triplet tummies were the minimum. These sluts around this size bumped and ground their twitching stomachs on their dance partners. Confident in their shameless dirty-dancing with their hunky boyfriends.
And this was all on the first floor! God knew what she'd find on the second!
Like her last visit, the second floor was less crowded. But unlike then, it had become even more obscene. Ever since Naruto and Hinata's coupling had… forcibly remodeled the bar; puLse's managers had had to adapt. In other words the second floor had become a strip club.
Like the floor below, music permeated everything. A heavy bass beat which Sakura swore she could feel vibrate her gargantuan girls. Strippers abounded everywhere. Alternately serving drinks and grinding on the many, many poles. Every bit as obscenely proportioned as their clientele but even more scantily dressed. Reduced to tiny bikinis studded in rhinestones.
But one pole stayed unoccupied. Positioned a good six inches higher than the rest. More an auditorium stage than one of the smaller club variety. Positioned at the chamber's rear, it took up a good deal of the space. More than big enough for everyone to get a good view. No matter where they sat. Or who was sitting in their lap.
Luck was on her side, however. The booth where Naruto and company had occupied was open. Deciding she was gonna need all the space she could get to let her tits spread out, she took the rope down and wedged herself into the long seat. Sure enough, her tits took up most of the space in arm's reach. Ruefully she eyed her glorious chest. Gentle they pulsed like the sleeping backs of two whales. In time with her slow breaths.
"You know you ruined my career, right?"
Sakure managed to hate them for, like, ten seconds at most.
"Aw who am I kidding? I can't stay made at you two." Sakura hugged her boobs so close they squished mooshily oblong. Mounding mountains of titmeat to her face. "You wanted me to be happy, right?"
…
"Can I get you somethin' hon?"
Sakura dropped her tits. "Gah! No!"
"Nothing? You sure?" The chocolate skinned waitress blinked.
"Yes… I mean no! I mean… Ugh…" Sakura face fell to her cleavage. "Don't tell anyone you saw me talking to my boobs okay? They'll think I'm crazy."
"Mm, you're still adjusting then. My lips are sealed, sister." The waitress patted her back.
"Thanks."