"All right, so how about my brea—" Ino began, only to be cut off once again.
"LADY TSUNADEEEE!" came Shizune's voice from beyond the wooden palisade enclosing the hot springs— where, judging by the racket, Kakashi was still duelling Jiraiya to stop him from peeping. "I'VE FINALLY FOUND YOUUUU!"
Tsunade's face, flushed from the heat of anger, alcohol, and the hot springs themselves, suddenly turned pale. She had slipped away to bathe behind Shizune's back, despite the mountain of paperwork lying in wait for her on her desk, and now, she had found her!
"Lady Tsunade…" Sakura said reproachfully. "Are you procrastinating again?"
"I'll have you know that pile of documents you saw on my desk was actually me getting ahead with my work!" Tsunade sniffed. "Since you and I will be away from the village for the next few days, I had to be sure everything was in order before we left."
Sakura stared at Tsunade, eyes wide as saucers. In the three years she'd known her, she could scarcely recall a time the woman had left the village, let alone finished her work ahead of schedule. After all, the Hokage was Konoha's last line of defence… and an exceedingly busy woman.
"The date for the Gokage Summit has finally been set," Lady Tsunade explained. "The five Kage will convene in the Land of Iron in a few days' time, so we'll leave tomorrow to ensure we arrive on schedule— just in case something goes wrong along the way. But if you don't feel up to it, I can always take Kakashi as my second attendant."
Only the Five Kage and two of their guards would be permitted entry into the Land of Iron. As her personal assistant, Shizune had been Tsunade's first choice; Sakura had been her second, since she was grooming the young kunoichi as her successor.
At the time, however, Sakura hadn't been sure whether to accept, but now…
"I'll go, Milady," Sakura said, bowing. "It'll be my honour."
"Hang on, aren't you forgetting something!" Ino said desperately. "At least give me my breasts back before you leave!"
With all the interruptions, Ino felt as though she might go crazy!
"Hmm…" Sakura said in a clinical tone, rapping her knuckles against Ino's washboard chest. "Not much to grab on, is there…"
"And whose fault is that, hmm?" Ino hissed. "Now enough commentating, and just do it, already!"
Motherhood, motherhood… Sakura tried to recall what she'd felt when she'd taken over Ino's cousin's body. All she could remember was the sharp, splitting pain that had shot through her when she'd tried to move anything below her waist. And groping Ino's washboard chest wasn't helping her visualise motherly softness any better, either… Sakura closed her eyes to focus, but all she could hear now was Karin grinding her teeth in frustration behind her… a drop of cold sweat ran down her back.
"Nothing's happening," Tsunade said sceptically. "Are you sure you're doing it correctly?"
The pain of childbirth Sakura had been made to suffer, the stinging of her nipples at the thought of breastfeeding, then, the deep worry she had felt when that strange entity's eyes had witnessed her future… and all the love she was capable of giving. Sakura combined them all, and at last…
"My boobs!" Ino exclaimed. "They're growing!"
Sakura could feel Ino's breasts burgeoning beneath her fingers, transitioning from pancakes to apricots, then oranges, to small grapefruits. The first step was the easiest; Ino's own breasts yearned to go back to their mistress, and indeed they had fructified under Sakura's care, growing bigger than they would have attached to her own chest…
"Whatever you're doing, ooh~ keep going!" Ino gasped, squealing with pleasure. "Ngh, why does it… feel… so gewd~ ♡? It's nothing at all like… ooh~, when I was younger and my chest grew out on its own nya~!"
Sakura's breasts grew at a normal pace between her Breast Flow-induced growth spurts, and even that simple, natural growth hurt far more than she had ever expected. The days after ovulation were always the worst in that regard— when her chest turned tender and sensitive, her body got all puffed up and bloated, everything was sore and stretched tight. The agony eased once her period began, though that brought its own, altogether different sort of pain.
Being attractive had its drawbacks, as it turned out.
"It's all part of the jutsu," Sakura said lightly, her face flushed from the pleasure of giving her breasts away. "You won't have to worry about a thing… well, mostly."
Then, from grapefruits, Ino's breasts slowly continued swelling, her skin stretching and creaking audibly as it struggled to accommodate the excess flesh Sakura had taken from the retired Akimichi kunoichi. She'd have to put some cream on that; unlike Sakura, Ino didn't have the benefit of having a Manyū physique immune to developing stretch marks.
[Warning! If any more Akimichi clan breast chakra is lost, the Host will lose the ability to perform the Breast Diet Jutsu.]
"Onee-sama," Karin said, her voice deathly cold. "Your nose is bleeding again."
Plip, plip, plop.
Ino's breasts quivered and swelled, and with one final flourish, they expanded to the size of pomelos. Sakura was vaguely aware of her System yammering in her ear, saying something about her new measurements.
"Hang on, that's not a nosebleed, she's crying tears of blood," Tsunade said, sounding rather amused at Sakura's overreaction over losing just a tiny fraction of her incredible frontage. "What an odd physiological reaction."
In the original timeline, Ino had worn C‑cups, but now she sported a generous pair of F‑cups… and conversely, Sakura had shrunk from V‑cups to a still‑impressive T‑cup. Ino had gained around 25 cm of bustline, while Sakura had lost about 4 cm…
Sakura and Ino sat facing each other, breathing heavily as they stared into each other's moistened eyes. Their lips parted as they leaned in close, and…
"Okay, that's quite enough of that!" Karin said shrilly, wading through the hot water and placing herself between them. "I'm putting a stop to this!"
Sakura and Ino tore their gazes away from each other, faces burning, part grateful and part resentful towards Karin for stopping them from doing something in the throes of Breast‑Flow‑fuelled passion that they might well have regretted later.
And just then, Shizune came stomping into the bathing area, her expression twisted into that of a demonic Hannya mask.
"La. dy. Tsu. na. de!" Shizune hissed. "What do you think you're doing, drinking sake and relaxing in the hot springs when you still have a mountain of paperwork to finish?"
"Can't you see I'm multitasking?" Tsunade said defensively, hiding her precious bottle behind her back. "Does it look like I'm slacking off to you, Shizune?"
Shizune shot her mistress the sort of contemptuous look she usually reserved for ants she found exploring her picnic blanket. "Yes," she replied without hesitation.
"Well, I'm not!" Tsunade said irritably. "To you, it might look like I'm soaking the morning away, but I'm actually embodying the principles of the Will of Fire by sharing some quality time with my disciples! Isn't that so, Sakura, Ino, Karin… Tenten?"
Tsunade's eyes glinted dangerously as she looked at them in turn.
"Yes, Milady!" the four girls chorused. "We've learned so much from this bath!"
"And another thing!" Tsunade declared triumphantly. "I'll have you know I'm here to check on Rock Lee— I prescribed him three visits to the hot springs a day to aid his recovery. Surely you can't fault me for checking up on a patient, hmm, Shizune? …hic!"
Tsunade let out a drunken hiccough.
"Then I suggest you get to it, Milady," Shizune said frostily. "You have a long day ahead of you."