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Naruto: Heir Corruption

Breasts are NOT supposed to spontaneously grow for no reason. Women's personalities do NOT flip on their heads without warning. These are two things Tsunade believes wholeheartedly. Until Hinata's embarrassingly large girls begin to expand even bigger than before. Heralding her devolution from a sweet and innocent young lady into a foul-mouthed slut with tits like weather balloons. Tsunade intends to find out why.

Synian · Fantasie
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15 Chs

Doctor & Patient

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…"< p>

"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…"