Day 5 - Massage/Huge Breasts - Naruto

Tsunade was proud of where she was today, though that only applied in the abstract.

Where she was in abstract, for a former addict gambler, heavy drinker, one-time waste of skin, and long time second-fiddle, was the office of Hokage for the Hidden Leaf Village. Not a bad come-up for somebody like her, and certainly more than she’d hoped, certainly not something she’d aspired to, but something she was proving more than capable of doing with not just competence, but even excellence. Where she was at the moment, in the direct and real sense, was a somewhat shady doctors/shamans office in one of the back alleys of that same Hidden Leaf Village that she had authority over. It wasn’t a proud spot to be in, and the nature of her visit only made it worse.

It looked more like the attached room to an onsen than an actual medical office, but she’d heard hundreds of people swear by it. One of those little family businesses that did good but niche work and, as such, would never make a tremendous profit but would always be in business. The floors weren’t even entirely wooden, several parts of them leaving exposed raw earth or the ashy pits of previous fires. What wood there was covered only by the cheapest, simplest of straw mats. The walls were shoji, down to the sole entryway leading to a dingy hall, all likely unchanged from their original construction - aside from the occasional replacement of the paper. There was a little alcove, complete with a shrine whose faded picture showed somebody who had likely been dead decades before she was born, and who was otherwise decorated with the tools of the trade. Simple wooden sticks, basic utensils, well-worn actual medical tools. There was no overhead light, simply the sun-facing translucent wall and the currently cold firepits in the floor. And, in the late afternoon around when they needed use, it made the room seem almost haunted. It certainly didn’t help the apprehension she was feeling.

The door finally, mercifully opened, almost making Tsunade jump. She’d been hunched forward on the bed that served for a bench, and had to straighten up quickly to not feel quite so caught with her pants down. An old and a young woman entered. The ancient, shriveled one that shuffled in first seemed to be in the process of shrinking away to nothing more than a mote of dust, perhaps only four feet tall by now and with wrinkles about her face so deep that shadows pooled in the crags like the bush of a deep forest. Her eyes seemed permanently shut, her white hair pulled back in a bun so tight that it seemed to be yanking her scalp backward, and yet still left so much drooping skin on her face that it seemed to sag below her chin. The younger woman that followed couldn’t have been more than twenty, if that. She stood politely upright, following the ancient husk at a respectful distance and keeping her sharp, pleasant face cast downward. A pleasantly feminine body under her robes that the fabric couldn’t hide. Hands folded over her stomach in long, hanging sleeves, pitch-black hair down to the small of her back.

“Good evening… Tsu-chan.” The old woman croaked, looking at Tsunade seemingly without a single centimeter of eye showing. Her skin was nearly wood-brown with age, spotted and flecked with dark near-black spots like a cow. Tsunade found her almost unpleasant to look at. It was hard to tell if she was the daughter, sister, or mother of the faded, long-dead man in the photo.

“Good evening,” Tsunade responded apprehensively.

Glancing up at her, the younger woman’s eyes went wide, clearly recognizing who their guest was and immediately casting her face right back down. Tsunade sighed, not being recognized had been a pipe dream, but it had been something she’d dreamed nonetheless.

“Grandmother,” The young woman reached out a gentle hand for the old woman’s shoulder. “You didn’t tell me our guest was so… esteemed.”

“Eh? No she isn’t, Tajire.” The old woman coughed back brusquely. “No patient can receive better service than another, nor can you remember the face of any who come through here. Whoever you think this is, you’re wrong. This is Tsu-chan. That’s the name she gave.”

“My apologies.” The young woman nodded to first her grandmother, then to Tsunade. “Tsu-chan has a very pretty face, I thought I recognized her from somewhere.”

“Brown-noser.” The old woman chuckled.

“It’s fine,” Tsunade cleared her throat. “Could we… be quick?”

“Quick? Nothing good can be done quickly.” The old woman shuffled to one of the firepits, leaned her head forward slightly, and quickly performed some manner of ninjutsu that had it burning in the blink of an eye. Tsunade realized the wood wasn’t even real as the flames seemed to dance around and on top of it without touching it.

“You get that I’m not thrilled to be here?” Tsunade tried to ask politely as she could, but her brow was already furrowed in annoyance.

“Of course not. Wouldn’t be here if everything was happy and easy.” The old woman puttered around, almost seeming to move more slowly the more complaining there was. “I hope you don’t mind my granddaughter being here. Her training is nearly complete, but she still isn’t ready to work alone.”

“I know all the techniques, but my komaregan isn’t perfect yet.” Tajire nodded apologetically. “With how delicate the procedures can be-”

“It’s fine.” Tsunade waved her off. “I trust both of you.”

“Not like you really have a choice. You already paid.” The old woman snickered as she handed Tajire the sheet Tsunade had quickly filled out.

“It says here you have a chakral blockage?” Tajire bobbed her head politely again as she asked. “Could you be more specific.”

“I didn’t want to… fill it out fully…” Tsunade admitted. “It’s embarrassing.”

“I understand,” Tajire’s head moved so much while she talked that Tsunade wondered how her brain didn’t come shaking out of her ears. “Please understand that the shoji of this room are sealed to prevent any sound from escaping.”

“Right,” Tsunade sighed, swallowing her pride. “So… a while ago, I was in a fight. Well, I used to be in a lot of fights, don’t remember half of them, if we’re being honest. But this one… the girl I pissed off, she put some kind of curse on me.”

“About how long ago, would you say?” Tajire asked sweetly.

“Ehhhh…” Tsunade scratched her head and looked away. “Decade ago now. Maybe longer.”

“Ma’am, you really should have come to us sooner.” Tajire’s voice was apologetic, even as she told Tsunade off.

“Nobody comes early enough,” The old woman interjected. “We’re just lucky she didn’t show up when her skin was peeling off.”

“It’s not that kind of curse,” Tsunade blurted. “At least, I hope not. I don’t think it is.”

“What kind of curse is it?” Tajire prodded.

“Well…” Tsunade braced herself, this was the part she was dreading. “She was mad at me for… seducing her husband. Which I didn’t actually do. But this guy was staring at my tits so much while we were gambling. I may have let them… fall out… a few times. In order to win.”

“I see,” Tajire responded in her flattest, least-judgemental voice. That was another thing she clearly needed to work on, since Tsunade couldn’t have felt more judged if Tajire had started chewing her out.

“So she said something like ‘may your milk curdle in your teat’ and ‘may your womb be dry as the desert.’” Tsunade screwed up her eyes as she tried to remember. “It was a while ago, not sure exactly what she said.”

“And you didn’t come to us until now?” Tajire asked.

“Well, I didn’t really… notice the effects much?” Tsunade admitted. “I never had a crazy-high sex drive even when I was a teenager. But as I…”

“As you got older.” Tajire filled in for her, drawing a little hiss from her grandmother.

“Yessss,” Tsunade responded testily. “As… that happened, it got even lower. Got to a point where I could go weeks or months at a time without sharing a bed with somebody or… helping myself.”

“I see,” Tajire seemed clearly embarrassed for Tsunade’s sake. Her grandmother snorted again.

“So I didn’t really notice the symptoms at first,” Tsunade continued. “When I’d try to… please myself-”

“Can we just say masturbate and get on with it?” The old woman wheezed. “None of us are blushing virgins here.”

Tsunade bit her tongue and glared at the old woman, who didn’t so much as flinch back, despite her stature and despite her strength. Either she was so old she no longer feared death, or so old she was certain nobody would be callous enough to bring it to her. At least in this case, she was right.

“When I did… masturbate…” Tsunade could feel her cheeks warming despite not being a blushing virgin. “I didn’t really… feel anything? Thought it was just me being drunk, but…”

“You didn’t feel anything?” Tajire asked. “Nothing at all?”

“Well, not nothing. Not at first.” Tsunade answered sheepishly. “It was more like each time I tried it, I felt a little less. Didn’t notice it the first few times, but eventually it got to the point where I couldn’t even get wet, let alone get off.”

“And you waited a decade to see somebody about this?” The young woman asked incredulously.

“I told you! I don’t really do that kind of thing much, even when I was young or when I get drunk.” Tsunade scowled. “Thought I could maybe get away with it forever once it reached the nothing point, but I’m trying to quit drinking.”

The old woman snorted.

“I’m trying to lessen my drinking,” Tsunade sighed. “But I gotta find some other way to deal with my stress. Actual doctor told me that my blood pressure was crazy high.”

“Have you considered a boyfriend?” Tajire asked, then immediately threw up her hands apologetically. “Perhaps another person’s touch-”

“Shizune recommended the same thing, but I said no.” Tsunade quickly darted her face away. “Most of the guys my age disgust me, and when you’re Hok- when you’re in my line of work, you get in trouble with young boyfriends.”

“I see,” Tajire nodded patiently, then glanced at her grandmother, who gave no sign of response. “Well… It sounds like a fairly standard water chakra blockage. You’ll see them a lot with jilted lovers and exes, though normally it’s a man on the receiving end. And normally the person actually… slept around in order to get it.”

“You mean the sacral chakra?” Tsunade poked her fingers into her waistline, just above her groin.

“Yes, they’re different names for the same thing.” Tajire stepped a little closer to Tsunade. “We go by the elemental names, since clearing the blockages usually involves a form of elemental matching.”

Tsunade was going to respond but Tajire’s eyes flickered and squeezed shut, then opened again with a clear blue film over the top. Tsunade tried to lean back as Tajire’s gaze settled on her stomach, setting her arms back behind her. Tajire frowned.

“I’m sorry, could you please… open your legs slightly?” Tajire motioned casually with her hands.

Obliging, Tsunade watched the young woman’s filmy blue eyes narrow as if in frustration.

“I’m so sorry,” Tajire bowed, “Could you perhaps… undress? I think there may be something on your clothes interfering with the komaregan.”

“Really?” Tsunade scowled.

“It can happen, just like any other dojutsu.” Tajire sounded almost defensive. “Though normally it’s clothes which themselves have seals or genjutsu as part of them. I’m not sure what the problem with yours are.”

“Could be some kind of protection from… my job.” Tsunade’s scowl deepened, but she stood up for a moment and let her pants drop around her ankles, then reached behind her and untied the holding knot of her shirt. Shrugging out of that, leaving herself only in her shoes - which somehow felt more naked than being all the way exposed, so she shrugged them off.

She wasn’t any kind of spring chicken, that was something she didn’t need reminding of. But standing there in front of one woman much older and one much younger made her feel… odd. Not old, it was impossible to feel old in the presence of the wrinkled thing currently sipping her tea as it warmed over the artificial fire she had started. But it was also hard to feel anything other than paunchy and saggy standing next to Tajire and being on the other end of her stare. Her breasts felt oversized and obnoxious, but they always somewhat had. Her belly was round, but she’d long since made peace with the fact that it wasn’t anything she couldn’t live with. Really, if anything, she was pleasantly curvy. And anybody who said otherwise did so at their own peril.

Tajire’s frown only deepened, and Tsunade let out a bit of a gasp as the girl dropped into a crouch and brought her face directly level with the tuft of silvery-blonde hair between her legs, glaring at it like she was going to part it for a yet better look at Tsunade’s chakras. For once in her life, Tsunade wished she’d shaved.

“Granny.” Tajire asked after a moment, audibly distraught. “I don’t know what I’m doing wrong.”

The old woman rose with a grumble and shuffled next to her granddaughter, only needing to duck her head slightly to look directly into Tsunade’s pubes. Her old eyes opened wide enough to be actually visible. The blue film seemed permanent for her, or at least she was even more subtle about activating hers, the shade was something like the deep sea and seemed to have soaked right down through to the back of her skull.

“You’re not doing anything wrong child,” The old woman sounded perplexed. “That’s a perfectly healthy - if undersized - water chakra.”

“Then what-” Tajire started, but the old woman looked up and tugged her sleeve, pointing to Tsunade’s chest.

Both of their pairs of eyes locked onto Tsunade’s tits with enough of a tangible snap that it made her swallow heavily. She could practically feel their breathing on her breasts, which was an achievement if only because she hadn’t been feeling much of anything there lately.

“The fire chakra?” Tajire asked. “I’d have never thought to look there.”

“There shouldn’t be any reason to.” The old woman closed her eyes again. “I don’t blame you for missing it.”

“But how does a blocked fire chakra lead to sexual dysfunction?” Tajire’s own eyes reset and she watched her grandmother waddle back over to her teapot and sit back down. Tsunade considered pulling her clothes back on, but figured they were going to want them off for treatment anyway.

“Perhaps a miscast on the curse… leading with breast milk curdling…” The ancient woman mumbled to herself, sipped her tea, then cleared her throat loudly. “Think through the process of release, figure it out.”

“Right,” Tajire blushed slightly. “Pleasure starts as thought, flows as light, leaves space, sucks up air and…”

“She can think pleasure, speak pleasure, become pleasure, and breathe pleasure.” The old woman continued. “But it can’t become fire. The pleasure can’t burn. It isn’t release that’s blocked. It’s manifestation.”

“I think I get it.” Tajire rubbed her eyes, seeming to think hard. “That explains why it was a tailoff. Her body could still experience pleasure in all the other facets, and it tricked her into an orgasm.”

“Yes,” The old woman purred. “And while she drained and wrung out her water chakra, each time her body was building up more and more of a tolerance to the other chakras, all while burning what fuel it had stored up.”

“I’m amazed she could have more than one orgasm like that.” Tajire looked at Tsunade in awe.

“Her body stored a lot of fuel, even if she rarely burned it.” The old woman sipped her tea placidly. “Look at the size of those udders she has.”

“Hey!” Tsunade barked, already tired of being talked about like she wasn’t present.

“Forgive my grandmother, but she is… correct.” Tajire bowed again. “Women with… abundant… chests like yours often have incredibly overactive fire chakras. There’s a good chance yours should be, and was, without the curse.”

“Biggest solar plexus I ever saw,” The old woman muttered, catching another glare from Tsunade.

“So what’s the treatment?” Tsunade asked after a moment.

“I actually… don’t know…” Tajire looked at her grandmother helplessly.

“Even if the problem isn’t the water chakra, we’ll need to bring it back into balance so the fire chakra doesn’t burn her up as soon as the curse is lifted.” The old woman muttered, rising and making her way over to the shrine, then grabbing something and tossing it into the fire. Immediately, there was the smell of burning toast, followed by a curling green smoke starting to rise toward the paper roof of the room.

“The treatment for all things water chakra is an orgasm.” Tajire bobbed her head apologetically to Tsunade.

“That’s great,” Tsunade sat on the bed grumpily. “But I can’t have one.”

“Several orgasms, girl.” The old woman tossed something else on the fire - bringing with it the smell of cheap, romance-themed incense. The smoke turned purple and Tsunade couldn’t hold back a cough. It seemed impossibly thick to breathe for how thin it was in the air.

“Right…” Tajire sounded a little self-conscious. “And the treatment for fire chakra blockages is affirmation, self-confidence building, confronting past traumas-”

“Things she can do on her own time!” The old woman snipped as she stepped away from the shrine and settled back to her tea. “Your job is to treat the dysfunction with emphasis toward the location of the fire chakra.”

“Is there really nothing else to it?” Tajire looked at her grandmother, who gave her an (eyeless) look back that sent the young woman’s head to bobbing and bowing again.

“The smoke will weaken the seal enough to let chakra flow between the two points, in a trickle.” The old woman explained. “She can work on making her fire chakra healthy on her own time. Right now, she’s built up a wall. If we yanked the wall down, or let her yank it down, the rush of chakra between the two points could be very dangerous. We need to let her body remember how to use the trickle.”

“Then…” Tajire scratched her chin. “We can’t access the water chakra directly, either.”

The young woman thought to herself for a few seconds, looking Tsunade up and down. Her eyes gradually settled on the large, pale chest in front of her. Tsunade winced slightly.

“Now you’re getting it.” The old woman sipped her tea.

***

Tajire knelt on the bed behind Tsunade, her robe shrugged off and leaving herself in a fairly meager suit.

Of course, Tsunade was still fully naked, and didn’t exactly take comfort in sharing her lack of modesty. Tajire had quickly washed both herself and the older woman before settling her back onto the bed. Giving Tsunade a quick shoulder rub and feeding her some truly awful-tasting tea before taking the time to comb out her hair. She was clearly trying to relax the older woman, aside from the tea, and it might have worked if Tsunade hadn’t been naked the whole time. And if the bitter old raisin of a woman had ever left the room.

Still, at least the nerves of the initial checkup were fading. It wasn’t as though they were cracking jokes and planning drinks later, but Tsunade had at least relaxed enough to make peace with what was about to happen. She’d been dealing with this feeling for a while now, particularly with her predicament. A sort of need but not need. An excitement that wasn’t actually… anything. Some part of her definitely wanted the release and good sleep that came with an orgasm, but she couldn’t wrap her lips around the word if asked what she wanted. It was like craving a flavor you remembered but couldn’t describe.

Tajire brushed the last few stray strands of blonde hair behind Tsunade’s back and then slipped them into a scrunchie. The younger woman took a deep breath that seemed to suggest that she herself was trying to gird her loins for what was ahead of her, which didn’t make Tsunade feel that much better, then reached over to the bedside table and upended a bottle of oil into her hands.

She reached slowly around Tsunade’s shoulders and set her hands at the very top of the older woman’s large breasts. Tsunade let out a quick huff and tried to relax. It was strange. The feeling of being touched, like when she’d tried to touch herself there or… elsewhere… was like a numbness. Like her breasts had become as much of an erogenous zone as her forearm or her knee. At the very least, she was pretty sure that things hadn’t been like that once.

The younger woman worked slowly, gently squeezing the plump, soft skin between her fingers like she was kneading dough. It was pleasant, if only in a very basic way. Tsunade’s chest had been heavy for as long as she could remember, and being heavy without being sensitive had made it far more of a nuisance than anything else. But as Tajire worked, she felt… something. More than nothing. A kind of fuzzy, almost pins-and-needles sensation creeping down through the abundant territory of her bosom.

As Tajire’s hands worked down slowly, they eventually came to Tsunade’s nipples. Large, indented, almost completely hidden by their recession. When Tajire pushed a finger into each of the indents to find the bud underneath, Tsunade gave a little squirm. There was, indeed, some kind of feeling in there somewhere.

Something had been in the tea, she was sure of it. The room had gotten far darker than she remembered it being seemingly in the course of seconds. In the corner, the old woman had settled onto a previously-unseen cushion and seemingly fallen asleep sitting up, though she was almost certainly just meditating. The thicker-than-it-looked purplish smoke was still heavy around the room, though the fire had burned down to little more than rainbow colored embers.

“How long-” Tsunade started, her tongue felt heavy.

In response, Tajire just hummed softly, as if signalling that the younger woman was in some state of trance that Tsunade wasn’t going to wake her out of.

Tajire’s fingertips circled the inside of Tsunade’s recessed nipples, making the older woman suck in her breath. She could feel a warm, needy feeling growing between her legs, a long-forgotten friend and nuisance making its way back again. Tsunade realized that she very badly wanted to touch herself, but her hands seemed almost paralyzed.

With a little stretch and press, Tajire brought Tsunade’s nipples out and up as they hardened, swelling larger than she remembered them and feeling all the more sensitive for it. She couldn’t stifle a little moan as the younger woman cupped her breasts and ran her oily, soft hands over her now-exposed nipples, sending a little shock to the warm spot between Tsunade’s legs. She was sure she was leaving a wet spot behind on the bed, but realized that a towel had been put down in preparation, the soft fuzz against her chubby thighs and even slightly against her sex felt like it was miles away.

Tajire squeezed down at the edge of Tsunade’s large brown areolas and slowly dragged her fingers out, seeming to pinch harder as she went until she had only the tips of the older woman’s buds pinched between her fingers in a trap-like grip. Pulling them out hard enough to lift Tsunade’s heavy breasts out away from her body. Tsunade couldn’t stifle a jittery whimper.

Just as suddenly, she let them go, letting Tsunade’s breasts slap back down against her chest. Then immediately bringing her hands down under and rubbing from the underside of her tits up to Tsunade’s shoulders, then back down again. She extended her fingers, placed her palm over each nipple, and squeezed vigorously, mashing the soft skin like she was attacking it.

“Oh! Oh f- Oh!” Tsunade started gasping out, unable to control her squealing or the tone of her voice.

The younger woman had her face buried in Tsunade’s neck, and let out a low, almost manly grunt as she once more squeezed Tsunade’s nipples as tightly as she could and yanked all that weight out away from her chest. Instead of letting them fall again, Tajire shifted her grip to squeezing both nipples in the whole of her hand, taking soft skin and sensitive areola with them. One by one, she started to pump and wring the nipples like she was trying to milk the older woman.

Tsunade only realized by the strain in her legs that she had lifted herself off of the bed. Her hands were planted to either side of Tajire’s thighs behind her and her back was arched, butt lifted into the air and clenched as she mindlessly pumped her hips at the empty air, belly bobbing in the lowlight. She realized her mouth was open from her constant noises. She realized she was drooling. She realized her tongue was hanging out. None of those mattered, she wanted so very badly to cum. But she wasn’t sure Tajire’s touch, no matter how good it felt, was going to be enough. Her nipples had never been sensitive enough for that.

Tajire let go suddenly and, when Tsunade’s chest had stopped bouncing back into place, grabbed a handful of each and started to frantically flick her index finger over each nipple. The pace was so fast and so sudden, the pleasure so different and so intense, that Tsunade practically screamed. It felt like her body was on fire. Her lungs full of hot, intoxicating smoke, her stomach with boiling, mind-altering tea, her heart moving pure molten lava through her veins. Between her legs, warm excitement was trailing down the inside of each thigh so frantically that some part of her brain feared she’d wet herself.

Then Tsunade gasped. She didn’t howl or scream, it came on like somebody jumping on top of her in the dark. Suddenly her mouth was full of weak, protesting, pleasure-dumbed sounds trying to pile one on top of the other out before any one of them had the right of way. For a moment, all she could think about was the vicious, panicked teetering her mind was doing as the bottom dropped out.

And then it was a groan. A long, chest-deep guttural release. Pleasure exploding out from between her legs, making her pump her hips in the air as - for the first time in her life - she squirted wetness across the floor. Her knees started wobbling and buckingly, her back ached from the arc she was making. But none of it mattered. What started as a pure explosion of heat and light between her legs shot like lightning up into her chest, her poor, sensitive nipples seeming like live wires as Tajire kept stroking and flicking them. When it reached her brain, it was a thudding, overpowering thunderclap knocking right up through her head and seemingly out of the top. Each clench and pump was a cascade of white, overbearing light.

Finally, it rolled back. Turning into a full-body warmth and lightness that made her drop back to the bed and lean back into Tajire. The younger woman adjusted her hands to gently massaging, rubbing and softly squeezing the large expanse of pale skin under her. Occasionally wringing her hands up through Tsunade’s nipples and sending little aftershock shudders. Tsunade was out of breath, bone-tired, and couldn’t have filled out a single sheet of paperwork if her life had depended on it. She also felt more relieved and more spent than she had in a very, very long time.

There was a stain on the floor where she’d squirted, extending out from near the bed to the sputtering multicolor ashes, where her release seemed to be causing new shades and textures of smoke to join the air. It smelled like sweat and liquor. And each note of it made a deep, overdue throb ripple through her sex. The raw, too-intense feeling of something long-delayed and finally released.

“Good,” The old woman clapped once in the corner and bowed. “Again.”

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