Molesting the Patient!

"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."