Hinata's new tits pouted right along with her. Defiant and proud and round football-halves jutting from her chest. If Tsunade didn't know better, she would have sworn she'd stuffed them with plastic. They looked that round and firm. But they were still so soft to the touch. It was a paradox she couldn't square.
Her patient cleared her throat. "Ahem. I'm putting my arms down now."
"Hm? Oh, right." Tsunade took the tape away and stuffed it in her coat. "And the milk situation? Have you expressed at all?"
"Nope. Don't be too disappointed." Hinata folded her arms under her heavy bust.
"Believe me I'm not. Now roll over on your front. I want to examine your back."
Hinata did as she was told. Flounced over on her front with her head pillowed on her forearms. It took multiple tries to get her girls properly arranged. No matter how she lay they bulged to the sides ever so obscenely. Tsunade saw the change right away.
"Well, that's new." She said.
"What? My shoulders? Yeah, they changed a bit."
A bit was an understatement. All kunoichi were fit to some degree, and Hinata was no exception. But now she'd pushed past the normal standard. Her shoulders hadn't swollen at all, but her lats and traps? The big muscles which gave the human back its shape? They'd developed to borderline bodybuilder sizes. Sculpted to an extreme of the grecian ideal. But ever so soft when Tsunade rubbed them. None of the typical stiffness that men had.
"I guess that explains why there's no back pain. You look like you've been doing deadlifts."
"I haven't but I guess it makes sense. You're doing it again by the way."
"…Right. I'll stop."
Tsunade pried her hands off. If she didn't know better, she would have sworn she spied a spark of disappointment in those white eyes. Then she noticed Hinata's lips. Full and red and shiny.
"You're wearing lipstick." Tsunade observed.
"It took you this long to notice?"
It was a stark shade. Saturated like those cherries people topped shakes with. A bold choice, especially for Hinata. Almost tacky. When Tsunade said as such, she shrugged.
"Naruto likes it."
"Do you?"
"I do." She meant it. And to prove it she held Tsunade's gaze for several seconds. Stared her down until the older woman looked away.
Hinata slid off the table and slipped her shirt and coat back on. Tsunade noticed her shirt didn't quite reach her pants anymore. There was an inch or so of naked skin. Enough to hint a glimpse of the long lower divet of her navel.
But there was another oddity. One that only Tsunade's sharp eye could catch. Hinata's eye contact was flawless. Not only a function of defiance. She'd always had to look up at the older woman to make eye contact. But now? The angle of her head was different, shallower.
"One more thing." Tsunade insisted.
Hinata sighed. "Naruto's waiting for me, Lady Tsunade."
"This will be quick. Stand up straight, please. As tall as you can."
Hinata pursed her lips but straightened her back as she raised her chin. The weight of her bust didn't encumber her in the least. Lucky girl. Tsunade needed a longer tape measure for her height. Just as she'd suspected. Hinata hadn't only grown around the chest.
"You've gotten taller." Tsunade broke the news.
"I have? Hmm. That explains a few things." Hinata said blithely.
"You should be more concerned. You've grown an inch in two months. That's not normal. We need to run tests—"
"No."
Tsunade set her jaw and forgot her guilt. She was this close to putting her foot down, but she didn't retort fast enough.
"I'm not sick, you said I'm perfectly healthy. So let it go."
She wanted to push back, hard. And if she was still hokage she could have. But now she was basically a doctor. A damn good doctor, but still.
"…That's all I have for you today. If the growth continues, come back next month."
"I'll be back. You know I will."
Hinata left without another word. Four weeks came and went. The third checkup and the third month rolled around. Rumors abounded around her patient's changed attitude. Little things like cutting in line on her many visits to ramen shops (dates with Naruto). Or giving the rest of her clan the cold shoulder. Suddenly the treatment she'd endured at their hands mattered very, very much. Not to mention the incident with Kiba…
"You didn't need to do that you know." Tsunade said as she pulled the measuring tape tight.
"Sure, whatever you… Mm! Whatever you say…" Hinata's grumble cut off in a whimper. Her nipples had grown even more sensitive.
"I'm serious. You didn't need to slap him in front of everyone."
"Oh I'm sorry. Should I have slugged him like Sakura would have?"
Tsunade shook her head. "It's still not right. 41.5 inches." She read the tape. Hinata had grown like clockwork, another two and a half inches around the chest. All in her breasts. They were equal in the bust department now. She was taller than Tsunade now, too, by a whole inch. She'd had another growth spurt.
"So, what? I'm a K-cup now?" Hinata asked.
"Yep, just like me." Tsunade kept her eyes on the tape. To pretend the milestone didn't make her jealous.
"He deserved it." Hinata insisted.
"Maybe, but Kiba said it was an accident."
"So he just happened to fall on top of me with his hands out? Give me a break."