02 Hinata And Her Colossal Tits

Hinata blushed bright red. "But I'm not pregnant!" She heard her own outburst and shrank into herself. Clearly, that was a sore spot.

Tsunade waved it off. "I figured you weren't. But remember what I said about hormones."

Obviously, the questions were going nowhere. That left one option. Hoo boy, this was going to be awkward. Tsunade put the ends of her stethoscope in her ears.

"Right, lay down on your back. Coat off. I'm going to take a look."

Hinata covered her chest on reflex. "You're going to what?"

"Hinata, I have to. We're both girls so you can trust me. You don't need to be embarrassed."

"...Okay. As long as it's just us."

Hinata unzipped her coat and dropped it across a nearby chair. She was bare under it, save for one of those standard-issue mesh tops. Tsunade raised an eyebrow.

"No bra." She observed.

"It doesn't fit. Too tight."

Hinata wormed her top up next. Pale skin aglow under the fluorescent lights. She was in good shape still. Toned around the middle and trim in the waist. As healthy as any Kunoichi could be. Any woman would envy her figure. Which was probably why she was so shy. She knew how vicious the jealous members of their sex could be.

But the shirt got stuck on her breasts. Top inverted over her head, arms imprisoned in the mesh. They pulled up with the tight hem. Which dug in enough to make the poor girl whimper. Tsunade helped her get the garment off.

Flop flop...

Oh they looked swollen all right. Pouty teardrops high and pale on her chest. Pale nipples stiff from the air-conditioning. Age hadn't dragged them down yet. Eyes closed, Hinata lay back on the bed.

"May I?" Tsunade asked.

Hinata nodded. And then gasped as Tsunade cupped her right breast. Twenty-something softness filled Tsunade's hand and overflowed it. Soft as one of those steamed dumplings. Springy too, a little. She worked her expert fingers into Hinata's breast. Probed for any lumps or blockages.

She gasped and clenched her eyes harder shut.

"Does that hurt too much? It shouldn't be that bad." Tsunade said.

"No it, um. It doesn't hurt at all." Hinata moaned.

That was another surprise. "No pain, then."

"J-just the opposite."

Tsunade's eyes narrowed. "Seriously? You like how this feels?"

Hinata receded into herself. "I'm sorry. Is that bad?"

"No no, not bad. Just a little unusual that's all." Tsunade reassured her.

She continued her exam. Smushed and massaged deep into Hinata's heavy breasts. Tested the firmness of her nipples with a connoisseur's gentle pinches. They felt heavy, enough to sag. But refused to succumb to gravity. Even now on her back they refused to slide off her ribcage. High and plump and proud.

"...L-Lady... Tsu... nade..." Hinata whimpered through a bitten lip.

"It's coming isn't it?"

Shallow nods answered her. "Not close. But it's there."

"If it happens, let it come. I won't judge you."

Tsunade could see the power her exam had over her patient's body. Hinata's toned tummy tensed and hollowed in. Then relaxed outward with long breaths. Her hips squirmed and the blush on her face blossomed about her delicate nipples.

"Huh, that's interesting."

"W-what? What's interesting?" Hinata whimpered.

"Dense spots. Fluid build-up. You can feel it right here." She guided Hinata's left hand to the tender spot. "Remember what I said about milk?"

"I-- I'm not..."

"It's okay. I know you aren't. But this could explain the swelling. You're just lactating."

Tsunade worked on and on. She knew exactly what the poor girl was going through. Unaccustomed to the female orgasm and all its gentle smotherings. She could all but see the waves ripple in her hips. Rise high and white cap. Waves which resonated with the buzzes in Hinata's enlarged chest.

The girl was going to cum from a breast exam. If only her bust was that touchy-feely. Tsunade opened the conversation again. Not ready to let her slip away yet.

"Did you eat anything strange?" Tsunade asked.

"...S-strange?" Hinata whimpered and bit her little finger.

"You know. Like an allergy. It's another explanation for these." She gave those plump boobs an emphasizing squeeze.

"Eep! I mean its its-- Oh god... Not that odd. Wh-what I ate I mean. Just hotel food. Except for..." Hinata trailed off. She blushed truly atomic red.

"Go on, tell me." Tsunade tried not to sound hungry. But Hinata's breasts felt so good.

"I drank his... his... his white stuff."

Tsunade's eyes lit up. "His semen? You drank his semen?"

"I-I did. He'd popped all the condoms and I didn't wank to risk getting pregnant so..." Another candy-sweet whimper stiffened Tsunade's nipples. Thank god for her medical coat. "I used my mouth. I... I swallowed and swallowed but he just kept shooting!"

That should have been a red flag. A sign that something was amiss. Not with Hinata but with Naruto himself. Yet Tsunade couldn't get her head in the game. She'd always been indifferent to breasts. What with her being famously saddled with a particularly fat set. But Hinata's bust hit a chord in her. Awakened a thirst she never knew she had.

Luckily for them, the hospital walls were thick.

Tsunade lost herself in the moment. Lips parted as her breath warmed her patient's face. Their mouths were so close. She didn't know when she'd climbed onto the bed but there she was. Astride her patient like she was some old but needy mare. Primed to show a fresh filly the ropes.

"Sometimes..." Tsunade caught herself before she stammered. "Sometimes allergies develop from overconsumption. But I've never heard of a sperm allergy."

"Not... Not likely then?"

"Mmm...<3 No..."

"Good, that would've been an awkWARD..." Hinata held in another cry. "awkward conversation."

They lapsed into the rhythm again. Tsunade dared not take off her clothes. If those stayed on this would stay normal. A perfectly ordinary doctor-patient consultation.

"L-Lady Tsunade! It's..."

"Just... call me Tsunade, please... Lady makes me feel old."

Now Hinata met her gaze. Until then she'd been bashful. More interested in the skeleton by the door than her lover. Tsunade realized how lovely Hinata's eyes were. The younger woman remembered she had arms. And she clasped them around Tsunade's waist.

"It's here it's coming I'm sorry I can't stop it..."

"Don't. It's okay, I've got you."

Hinata got there. Lightning bolts from her tits and her pussy connected and exploded. Tsunade silenced her scream with a kiss. Savored its sweetness in her throat. Tsunade followed close behind. Her calves clamped the steel frame so hard that the bed dented.

They disengaged. Tsunade rolled off and hit the floor. Too numb and fizzy to feel the bump. A rakish lipstick print marked her crime. Angled over Hinata's lips. Both women dozed off in the sweaty steam between them. While Hinata's mysterious melons cast deep shadows on the ceiling.

Tsunade came to her senses first and hated herself immediately. The room smelled like a lesbian bar and the paper was drenched. She threw herself into her array of cabinets. Sponged the sweat off her face with a wadded up paper towel.

What the fuck was wrong with her?! She'd molested her own patient. And Hinata of all people! She was young enough to be her daughter. Tsunade could've kicked her own ass all the way up and down Konoha's longest road. When Hinata stirred awake she braced herself.

She waited for Hinata to scamper away; face soaked in tears. Or to stalk up right behind her and spin her around. To scream in her face and slap her raw. She would have deserved that. But neither scenario happened. Hinata didn't seem to care.

She lay there in silence. Let the transgression float and ache. Whatever had occurred between them. She wouldn't talk about it. Tsunade wrenched their train back on track as best she could.

"Well this is a first. You've stumped me." Tsunade stowed her stethoscope in its assigned drawer.

"I did? I'm sorry."

"Don't be. That's a good thing, Hinata. You're as healthy as a horse."

"But this." She cupped her bare chest.

Tsunade wanted to shrug. But Hinata needed to hear something definite. Something to assuage her fears. One little white lie couldn't hurt.

"Hormonal release I'd say. You just had sex for the first time. Your body's sorting out all kinds of new chemical signals."

"O-oh. Okay, I guess that makes sense. But if the signals don't stop..."

Crap. Hinata had her there. Tsunade would've bet her reputation on this being some kind of biological fluke. Yet she was not the one with skin in the game.

"Hmm, point taken. If the swelling continues, then come back to me in..." Tsunade pictured her schedule. "A month. Sound good?"

"Mm."

Hinata nodded yes. She dressed herself and thanked Tsunade for her time. Before she left, the older woman caught her at the door.

"One last thing. Don't worry about Naruto. Men love big breasts, trust me on that."

Hinata jumped. She looked like Tsunade had told her the sky was purple. "They do? But I thought they only liked proportionate girls. You know, slender and elegant."

Tsunade sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. That didn't sound like her at all. More like the Hyuuga clan's bullshit beauty standards. Reason number two for her shyness, no doubt.

"Hinata, your clan mates wouldn't know good sex if it flashed them. They don't know what they're talking about."

That got a laugh at least. Longer and louder than she expected. Hinata had to lean on a cabinet for support. A release of tension years in the making. It proved infectious.

"Four weeks then?" She chuckled.

"Yes, four weeks. Thank you, Tsunade."

Hinata left her then. Back to her perfect life. All shiny and new still with marital bliss. Tsunade wished them well. Better than her own rotten love life at least. In fifteen minutes she'd be an obstacle barring a self-important bureaucrat from his precious sugar pill prescription. God give her strength.

But when the allotted time arrived, Tsunade found Hinata on her table again. Topless and sullen. She had slumped in all annoyed and pot out. Her coat couldn't hide them anymore. Subtle humps visible through the heavy fabric.

"You said they wouldn't grow anymore." Hinata grumbled.

"It was just a theory, Hinata." Tsunade said.

"Hmph."

Normally Tsunade would've chastised her for her bad attitude. But she didn't dare, not after what she'd done to the poor girl.

"Any pain? Any discomfort?" She asked.

"No."

"What about your shoulders and back? They must be getting heavy."

"Still no."

Tsunade sighed, she hated seeing her like this. She pulled away and moved to her cabinets. The measuring tape lay coiled where it always had. Tape in hand, she gestured for Hinata to sit up.

"I'm going to measure you. Put your arms up."

She huffed but did as she was told. Those pink nipples taunted her, a hair darker than last month. Tsunade brought the tape around and pulled it snug. But they still peaked out around its width. Still watching her. Tsunade shook it off and noted the measurement.

"Right now your bust measurement is 114 centimeters. Or..." She flipped the tape's end over. "44 inches."

"Yeah, that sounds about right." Hinata sighed.

"What was your measurement before?" Tsunade asked.

"You already know, don't you?"

She didn't, in all honesty. And she'd had a whole month to double-check. An oversight on her part.

"Hospital records can be out of date. I want to hear it from you."

Hinata sighed. "Fine, last time I checked it was 87 centimeters."

Tsunade crunched the numbers in her head. "So,you gained ten inches in two months." She whistled low. "Congratulations. You're officially a J-cup."

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."

Tsunade finally looked at her patient's face. Hinata's transformation wasn't only about her breasts. Her attitude had soured too. More assertive, aggressive even. She'd flounced in her with her coat unzipped. Braless boobs all a-bulge in that tiny mesh shirt. Hands jammed in her coat pockets and more of her toned tummy on display than the last two months combined. But the strangest part was the lollipop. She always had one now. That white stick jutted between her plump crimson lips. A faux-cigarette. One she liked to pop free and gesture with.

"What?" Hinata looked bemused.

"You've changed." Tsunade was serious.

"Yeah? Whose fault is that?" Hinata left it hanging there.

The fourth month rolled around. And Hinata strutted into Tsunade's office. No longer hunched as she worked her lollipop this way and that across her plump lips.

"Let's make this quick, yeah? I've got a date with Naruto."

Tsunade still didn't like her patient's attitude. But she was still in no place to complain. So had Hinata sit (gloriously topless as always), and lead with her tape measure. She had to really reach to get her instrument around those tits now. Face torturous inches from Hinata's sweaty alabaster cleavage. One little slip and...

Heaven.

She almost succumbed again. It took all the willpower she had. But she finally got the tape's ends to meet. Thank god she'd done the height measurement already. Another 0.66 inches of height for Hinata, as controlled as ever. Now the height difference was visible. Not stark enough to comment on, but there for sure.

"Your breasts are--- Your chest is one hundred and," Tsunade's throat dried up. "129 centimeters around. That's..."

"50 inches. Makes me an T-cup, yeah? Feels about right." Hinata finished for her. She grunted and rolled her shoulders from the sheer weight tugging them down.

"They're getting too big?" Tsunade breathed.

"You've got no idea. The weight on my shoulders. How they slosh when I strut around with no bra." Hinata bit her lip and shuddered. "Mmmm, I love it...<3 Naruto can't keep his hands off them. You should see what he does to me in bed. He really is a demon."

She didn't want to hear this again. How Hinata's vivid descriptions lit wet heat between her thighs. And sparked green envy in her heart. But the busty minx still gabbed the minutes away. She described position after position. How her new tits could either batter him into droolingly erect submission. Or how she could tease him to slamfuck her for hours. Wild-eyed and teeth clenched as he struggled to assert his masculine dominance. She even bragged about the volume of sperm she'd trained his comically enormous testicles to shoot.

Who knew the Gentle Fist could be used that way?

Tsunade tried to block her obscene babbles out. But closing her ears only sharpened her vision. And she could no longer ignore Hinata's latest wardrobe change. Accentuated as she crossed and uncrossed her toned thighs. Denim shorts which were illegally short, held up with a rhinestone belt. Soft and well-worn, they were a thong in every meaningful sense. If Hinata hadn't been the Hyuuga clan heiress, those obscene pants would have gotten her arrested.