N cup… 122 centimeters… 48 inches…
Yup, she made sure to double-check the measurement. Then once more. Mmhmm. 48 in the nose. She was officially as big around the chest as she was in her… caboose. Putting her full body measurements at 48—24—48. A flawless hourglass of obscenely fuckable proportions. Jesus, all she needed now was a schoolgirl costume, a dark alley, and some orcs. Then they could shoot a hentai!
Oh well, at least her figure was balanced now, right? Heh heh… fuck.
Sighing, Sakura pulled her rental dress from its plastic cover. They'd had to let out the chest a lot for her. Not to mention the suspension bridge's worth of support. She slid the slinky Chinese number over her head. It was a pullover, like a t shirt. And she had to really wrench it down past her tits. But once she'd yanked the red and gold-embroidered silk into place…
Whoa! Sakura whistled. Even with the rest of the dress' material bunched 'round her waist; she couldn't help but admire herself in the mirror. This dress made her boobs look awesome! Sure they looked pretty weightless before but in this fancy number? They looked like goddam basketballs sticking out of her chest! BIG basketballs at that. Her tits were sticking out almost a foot from her ribs. Pleased as punch now, she tugged the dress the rest of the way down. But she didn't get very far.
"What the hell?" A few more tugs confirmed her worst fears. Eeyup, the skirt was way, WAY too short. Sure it covered most of her ass, but the bottom fifth of her callipygian backside hung out beneath the hem. In order for them to add to one part of the dress, they'd had to take away from somewhere else.
Well, at least you know where they got the material for the chest from, right? Sakura told the narrator to shut up. Then inspected herself with a more critical eye. Arms folded beneath her pneumatic melons. Hmm, well it wasn't super noticeable at least. Just a sliver of meat from each cheek. Who'd notice?
Today was (supposedly) a special day. Every important doctor had the morning off from work. To prepare for some super-important medical summit or another. The kind of place where some old guys who hadn't touched a patient in years would get up on a stage and tell everyone else how to do their jobs. Fun times.
But hey, a day off was a day off. This was her chance to look nice!
Sakura clacked her way to the venue on the highest heels her dainty feet could fit. …Okay dainty was a strong word. Taijutsu training had a nasty habit of giving kunoichi large feet but, hey, she had the ankle strength to rock eight-inch pumps like nothing. Silver linings.
She'd decided to be fashionably late. The powers that be had rented a meeting hall set in the ground floor of one of Konoha's new and fancy hotels. And when she pushed the hefty double doors open…
The whole convention stopped cold. Somebody dropped a glass.
Sakura faced an ocean of tastefully dressed men and women. Black suits and modestly long black dressed abounded. Nothing like her risqué number. Like all civilian events, there'd been an unspoken dress code which nobody had told her about. Now, normally she would have been mortified. But then she remembered what the book had told her; shame was for losers.
"What?" She played dumb. "Is there something on my face?"
"I… you… ah…" One of the older women choked on her champagne. "What in all that's holy are you wearing?!"
Sakura shot her her best sarcastic look. "A dress, duh. Same as you."
"That's not a dress that's a—" She started over. "You look like a hooker!"
"Hmm." Sakura looked down at herself. Then at her opponent. Though to be fair she couldn't see much of herself. Her tits got in the way. "Nope, don't see it. Agree to disagree?"
"No!" She spluttered.
"Meh, your loss."
Sakura strutted to the hors d'oeuvres table and made herself at home there. One hand on the fancy cloth for support while she helped herself to one of the sandwiches. Then another… And one more for good measure… Damn she was hungry.
The rest of the partygoers gave her a wide berth. Tentatively avoiding the hentai bimbo figured elephant in the room. Both verbally and physically. There was an empty ring of space between her and everyone else. Only adding to how much she stuck out. …Well, one man approached her at least.
Hoo boy this guy. Doctor Nise, the medical field's self-proclaimed 'chad'. A kumo native with bleached blonde hair, muscles obviously built in a gym, and enough ego for an entire twenty-man Uchiha/Hyuuga orgy. Sure he was tall and handsome but… that personality. Ugh.
She didn't remember what he said to 'flirt' with her. Every word was lame and obvious, all talk and no action. But it came non-stop the second he was in boob-grabbing range. Mind you he didn't touch her. But she could see his eyes flicker to her tits behind those knockoff sunglasses.
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At first she tried to be polite. But as the minutes ticked by and he refused to take the hint, her goodwill eroded. At the thirty-minute mark she'd filched a champagne glass from a nearby tray. Nise made his move. An 'accidental' bump to her hand spilled the drink all over her chest.
"Aw jeez I'm sorry babe." He grabbed some wadded-up napkins and started to wipe up the booze.
"Hey stop that! You're just gonna spread it around. You need soap." She protested.
"I've got this sweet cheeks. I know what I'm doing." He flashed her a grin.
And wipe… And wipe… And wipe… Way more than he needed to. Admiring how her big tits smushed so very soft against his hand. Fucking hell, he was grinning and—did he have a boner?!
"Okay that's it!" Sakura snapped.
"Wha—"
Smack!
Sakura's slap spun him into a plate of deviled eggs. Then she seized his hair and flipped him over. Her heavy, angry breaths made her huge tits heave in their silk prison.
"Fucking pervert! You think I'm stupid huh! Staring at my tits through those shitty sunglasses!" Thundered the fiery tit goddess.
Nise's glassy confidence cracked. Fake ego deflated, he tried to escape. Until she planted a foot on the table edge to block his path. Sakura seized her huge tits and shook them in his face.
"This is what you want right! These fat fucking knockers shoved in your face! They're N cups now! Since you're obviously wondering! You got a problem with that!"
"G-g-g-uh-n-n I oh shit…" Nise was dead. He was sure of it.
"Here take a closer look!"
Sakura seized his head and shoved his face into her terrifyingly large cans. Then she pinned his head to the table and shook her chest violently. Insulting him all the while.
"You like that you fucking neanderthal! Get your stupid face waaaay up in there! Fucking choke on my tits douchebag!"
Nise pushed her catastrophic sweater kittens off his face barely long enough to call for help. "Ack! H-help! She's crazy!"
Heat rose in Sakura's chest. Firing up the silken pliable spheres of her deadly sexual weapons. She seized his hips and dry humped him right there. Pummeled his crotch with her hips and her face with her breasts. Passion rose in her eyes, every bit as turned on as she was pissed off. The table rocked from her thrusts. Scattering food and broken glass.
"Grab em fuckboy! Squeeze 'em! I know that's what you want so get it out of your system now!" Sakura forced him to do as she commanded. Jamming his hands hard against her chest.
Shouts of shock arose from the guests. Horrified by the sight of their star doctor bashing a man into twitching submission with her indecently gigantic boobs. Sakura paid them no notice. Torn between anger and fierce arousal, she used him like some sort of cut-rate fuck rag. His face a convenient texture pad to rub her nipples on. With no care shown for whether he could breathe around her chest's smothering mass.
This continued for several minutes. Wherein she continually fucked the man's face with her dangerous dick pillows. Every rep of which squished them oblong against his head. Nobody present wanted to see this act of high-impact sexual violence. But none of them were brave enough to challenge the (arguably) strongest woman in the world.
Finally, Sakura temper tapered off, the heat in her bazookas cooled soon after. Relinquishing her iron grip. She let her toy slump across the table. Then she seized his tie and hauled him to his feet.
"Satisfied dickhead? Now go jerk off in a bathroom!"
But Nise couldn't comply, because he'd passed out. With a raging boner. Ultimately her 'victim' escaped more or less unharmed. Physically. Only one eye blackened and several bruises to his ego. It was all over the morning news too.
SEX CRAZED KUNOICHI ASSAULTS INNOCENT MAN WITH BREASTS
Oh, and the rental company forced her to buy the dress.