Sakura did a double-take at the sight of the young woman in green standing at the head of the line. Those eyebrows... that shiny bowl-cut hair... they could only belong to one person!
"Lee-kun!?" Sakura gasped. Then she noticed the ponytail poking out from the back of her head. "I an, Lee...chan...?"
Rock Lee's every curve was on full display. She was still proudly sporting the iconic green unitard of the Might family, which left precious little to the imagination on her new female body. Sakura had to admit the skintight bodysuit showcased her tight waist and powerful legs quite well; she could only imagine what it would look like, hugging her own sultry silhouette…
"Forgive , Sakura-chan, but I have a humble request!" Lee said, dropping into a perfectly perpendicular bow. She then straightened her back, sending her small but perky breasts jiggling. "Please send to the front lines to Guy-sensei's side in exchange for these!" she added, gripping one of the mounds. "I have no need for these lumps of fat!"
"Even if they're on the smaller side, you should probably wear so support for those," Sakura pointed out. "Doesn't it hurt?"
Lee blushed.
"They do get in the way of my taijutsu!" she explained. "But only a pervert would wear won's underwear! I was too embarrassed to buy any!"
Sakura briefly wondered whether there existed any correlation between the size of one's chest after being struck by the Yin-Yang Gender Reversal Jutsu and any particular feature of the original male form.
"Right, then," Sakura said quickly, since Lee was holding up the line. "You know I can't agree to send you to the front lines before verifying you've managed to train your new body up to standards, right? Are you still okay with losing your breasts, even then?"
Lee nodded vigorously.
"I will be overjoyed knowing there is a small part of myself inside you, Sakura-chan!" she said proudly, spreading her arms wide. "Now, do !"
Sakura cringed a little inside, but just as she was about to invite Lee into the recording studio for so privacy, Shikaku and the Hokage Guard Platoon arrived, stopping them in their tracks.
"Far from to tell you how to do your job, but at least let us do ours, Milady," Genma said, chewing on his toothpick in annoyance. "You've got to stop ditching us like this. How are we supposed to guard you properly if you keep giving us the slip?"
"And what's all this?" Shikaku said sharply, glancing at the crowd of won in front of the studio. "Are you trying to aggravate your… you know?"
Sakura's condition could not be revealed under any circumstance, or the village's morale would plumt.
"That's exactly the problem I'm trying to solve. It's very scientific, you'll see…" Sakura explained. "Now, if you want to make yourselves useful, you could give a hand with organising this properly…"
And just like that, Konoha's first Breast Bank was established, and since Sakura was a fair ruler, she had a formal contract drafted to properly compensate those who had given for the sake of the village, as she was the primary beneficiary of their sacrifices.
First, those who donated their breasts would be allocated extra rations for the duration of the war, however long it may last.
Second, those who loaned their breasts for the duration of the Fourth Shinobi World War would get them back at the end of the war, plus interest.
In effect, those who were investing their war chests in Sakura were betting on Konoha's complete victory in the Fourth Shinobi World War. If the Sixth Hokage died in battle, their investnt would go to waste, and the Breast Bank would go bust.
No pun intended.
[…]
"Yes, if you loan your breasts to , they can be returned to soone else of your choosing, like a granddaughter or a daughter-in-law!" Sakura said loudly in response to a wizened old lady with heavy, drooping hangers at the front of the crowd. "I applaud you for your initiative— passing on the torch to future generations is the very essence of the Will of Fire we should all be striving to exemplify!"
Sakura envisioned a world in which breasts were passed down from mother to daughter.
Big breasts would beco emblematic of high society, a reflection of the prestige of ancient, noble, and wealthy bloodlines, while the poor and downtrodden, with their broken family lines, would look on enviously over their pancake chests, crawling in the dirt where they belonged…
As society slowly began to gravitate towards an economy built upon breasts, the poor would sell their chests to the rich to avoid starvation, further worsening their downwards spiral into poverty. The market for breast-enhancing pills and lotions would grow exponentially, and young won would throw away their life savings for a few extra centitres of bustline, all for the faintest chance at a better life…
"Hang on, how did it turn into capitalism, again!?" Sakura thought out loud. "This is just sexy class struggle!"
In any case, once the monster was out of the box, there was no putting it back in.
Within a few minutes, the Hokage Guard Platoon had organised the female villagers so that they would enter the recording booth one at a ti. A water tank to asure the volu of the donated breasts via water displacent was set up for record-keeping, and with that, Sakura's first custor entered the room.
"Osu!" Rock Lee said cheerily, stripping out of her bodysuit. "I am ready!"
Sakura readily placed her hands on Lee's perky breasts, and in no ti at all, she had flattened those small hills into delicate crêpes. A shudder of pleasure coursed down Sakura's spine, though it was nothing beside the sheer ecstasy Lee felt. To her M-cups, the addition of a re pair of B-cups was little more than a drop in the bucket.
"Next!" she called, as Raidō dragged a spasming Lee out of the room.
Sakura's face paled as an enormous Akimichi clan kunoichi squeezed herself into the room.
"My boobs are so large they get in the way of my eating at the dinner table," she explained as she began stripping off her clothes with difficulty. "I thought I could use a little reduction…"
'You want a reduction? Then lose so weight!' Sakura inwardly thought. 'Even if I take away your breasts, you'll still be fat!'
The only silver lining to being fat was having big breasts; take those away, and what did you have left? But even so, Sakura did not discriminate.
[Ding! Congratulations to the Host for obtaining Akimichi clan breast chakra! The Breast Diet Jutsu is once again active!]
"Next…" Sakura said miserably as she squird in her chair, stewing in the juices of her arousal.
Another Akimichi clan kunoichi entered the room, and Sakura scread internally.
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