After leaving the Hokage's residence, Sakura headed for the shopping district to update her wardrobe. If she was going to adopt a brand-new figure, she supposed she might as well buy clothes that actually fit her, instead of picking everything in extra-large and fastening it all with safety pins to stop her outfits from slipping off the parts that very much needed to stay covered.
"Hmm…" said Sakura thoughtfully, holding up two identical dresses in front of a tall mirror set up in the bargain clothes shop. "Choices, choices… should I pick the red one, or the red one?"
Just like Japanese kimono, Chinese-style qipao and cheongsam weren't designed with busty women in mind, but rather for the historically slender and elegant figures of Eastern women. Red dresses had been the original's trademark, but that didn't necessarily mean she had to confine herself to that one colour and style alone…
"So this is where mum bought my uniform," Sakura muttered to herself, as she walked along the rows of clothes rails. "They've got almost everyone's outfits…"
There was Naruto's orange jacket and pants, Sasuke's black onesie from the Chūnin Exams' finale, Hinata's and Kiba's hoodies, and even flak jackets, though those were reserved for Chūnin and Jōnin.
"I wonder what Naruto would say if I showed up to the next mission dressed like him?" Sakura chortled. "I'd be like, 'Well, I suppose one of us will have to go back and change!'"
Sakura then pictured herself in Sasuke's cool black outfit, her forearms and hands wrapped neatly in bandages. Black cloth usually helped conceal a woman's curves, but her figure was far too explosive to hide, and just thinking about the contrast sent a thrill through her spine…
"Ooh, are you playing dress-up, onee-sama? Let me help you pick out a new outfit!"
Sakura shrieked in shock, springing nearly thirty centimetres into the air as Karin's voice rang out behind her; breasts bouncing up then slapping against her belly with a wet clap. Thanks to her ability to mask her own chakra signature and track those of others, Karin had a particular gift for stalking…
"You've grown, onee-sama!" Karin gasped, as she watched Sakura's gigantic bust jostling.
Those things were so large that she could see them from behind, peeking out from the sides of her onee-sama's trim waist.
"Karin?!" yelped Sakura in surprise, as she turned around to face her. "I thought you were out of the village on a long-term mission!"
Since the Akatsuki was on the move, Jiraiya had far less time to spend chasing after his old friend, so the Fifth Hokage had assigned Team Guy— made up of Guy himself, Karin, Lee and Tenten— to track down Orochimaru and bring him back to the village.
"I lost track of that snake freak in Amegakure," Karin said moodily. She clearly didn't want to talk about business, having spent so much time away from her beloved Sakura. "The trail went completely cold, and Tenten insisted we return to the village… so here I am!"
Sakura rubbed her chin thoughtfully.
By her reckoning, the Twelve Guardian Ninja Arc was either coming up soon or had already happened. She was having trouble remembering the details, since the storyline hadn't been particularly memorable… but the important thing was that the Akatsuki Suppression Mission would be happening right afterwards!
In Sakura's opinion, Tenten had returned early to the village to stop Asuma-sensei from falling at Hidan's hands. And if that was the case, then didn't it mean Sakura herself wouldn't even have to lift a finger to save him? But with Chiriku's disappearance, she wasn't certain if either arcs would end up happening after all…
"How about this one, onee-sama?" said Karin playfully, selecting a pink-and-white top from the clothes rack. "Here, try this on!"
Sakura's eyes widened slightly.
"Isn't this…?"
That was Tenten's qipao from The Last: Naruto the Movie!
Despite showing only a modest amount of skin, the outfit was undeniably alluring. It resembled the original Sakura's dress from her adult years. The dress was primarily white, with red trims at the collar, sleeves and hem, golden frog fasteners instead of buttons, a pink flame pattern running along the side, and an obi tied at the waist that emphasised and lifted the bust; plus fishnet stockings and thigh-high sandal boots to complete the outfit.
Seriously, why did all ninja footwear have to be sandal-adjacent!?
"Where has this been all my life!?" Sakura gasped. "Sorry, Tenten!" she added, putting her hands together in apology, "I'm stealing your look!"
She liked the boots, but she wasn't fond of the fishnets, so she decided to stick with her usual black, stretchy spats, which she normally wore over her panties to stop anyone sneaking a peek up her skirt.
"Come on, Karin!" said Sakura excitedly, grabbing her by the hand. "I want to try this on!"
Karin's mind went blank as she let herself be dragged into a changing room. Was this really happening? Had her springtime finally arrived!? She watched as her onee-sama unzipped her top and tossed it aside, before tugging at the sarashi wrapped around her chest, unwinding the long band of white cloth in one smooth, practised motion.
"Phew," Sakura sighed, letting out a breath of relief as her momentous breasts came free of their bindings and settled heavily on her belly. "I can finally breathe…"
Karin gulped. They were so big, and so pretty…
"Transformation Jutsu!"
Foregoing the usual smoke and mirrors, Sakura's U-cup breasts slowly receded into her ribcage, their undersides rising to meet her navel, settling at a respectable N-cup. Simultaneously, Sakura's hips started widening and growing meatier, her thighs growing thicker and her butt growing more shelf-like, until she had developed a nice, hourglass figure.
Sakura stopped her lower half's growth when the chakra consumption stopped diminishing. At last, her figure was perfectly balanced, weighing the exact same as her true form and occupying the same volume.
"Goodbye, thigh gap," said Sakura glumly, parting her breasts with her hands to look past them. "Ugh, it feels weird having my thighs rubbing together…"
Pressing one arm to her bust and lifting the other to peer at her side, Sakura twisted her lower half to inspect her ghetto booty. It looked as if she had never skipped a single day of going to the sweet shop.
She gave a little hop and a skip, and her butt cheeks clapped loudly.
"How am I supposed to sneak like this…" Sakura wondered out loud. "Hrnngh…"
Tsunade had advised her to avoid altering the size or length of her limbs— or her height in general— so she wouldn't have to relearn how to fight each time she stole another pair of breasts. Sakura had no choice but to shift the extra mass to wherever it would least affect her mobility…
Hearing a thump, Sakura glanced at Karin. The poor, overstimulated girl was foaming at the mouth, her eyes rolled back in her head. Shaking her head, Sakura took the clothes from Karin's hands, chose the pieces that suited her new size, and slipped them on— leaving the frog fasteners untied, revealing a canyon of bulging cleavage.