Sakura strode confidently into the communal baths with a spring in her step, wearing nothing but a small towel on top of her head. Despite their incredible perkiness, her heavy breasts hung down to her belly button without proper support, producing meaty slaps as they repeatedly flopped against her toned stomach.
When it came to public bath etiquette, towels weren't supposed to touch the water. That being said, people would still bring them into the bathing area as they moved between the changing rooms and the baths, using them to cover their privates until they were fully submerged in the water— at which point, it was customary to place the towel on top of your head to keep it from getting wet.
"Ugh, seriously, who does she think she is?"
"Doesn't her back hurt?"
"Huge~❤"
There was, of course, nothing wrong with Sakura skipping straight to the towel-on-head step— nudity was expected in the baths, after all. Still, if someone was particularly well endowed, it was considered common courtesy to cover up, if only to avoid making fellow bathers feel self-conscious.
The same went for men and women alike, so naturally, Sakura's choice to bare all was drawing more than a few dark looks from the other girls. But unfortunately for them, try as they might to find a flaw in her appearance to make catty remarks about, her breasts were beyond reproach, with nary a stretch mark to be found.
"Wahooo!" shouted Fū, as she zipped past Sakura. "Here I coooome— Waterfall Style: Cannonbaaaaall!"
Just as Fū was about to take a running jump into the water, she slipped on a puddle and went flying towards the shared bath, sending its occupants scrambling away in fear. But just before she hit the water, a pair of insect wings burst from her lower back and started buzzing loudly, instantly stopping her fall as they oscillated faster than the eye could see.
"Just kiddiiiiing!" she called out playfully, hovering a few centimetres above the water and winking at the girls cowering around the edges of the bath. "Gotta wash up first!"
While Fū was making a scene, a furiously blushing Karin tiptoed up to Sakura and put her mouth to her ear.
"She's got a monster inside her, just like Naruto and that sand brat," Karin whispered fearfully in Sakura's ear. "Onee-sama, she's dangerous. We shouldn't get too close…"
With the Fourth Mizukage's death, there was only one— maybe two— Perfect Jinchūriki left alive in the world: Kumogakure's Killer B and Yugito Nii. The rest of the Tailed Beasts more or less tolerated their gaolers— with Gaara and Naruto having it the worst by far— but their Jinchūriki couldn't fully access their powers at will, even if they could tap into a fraction of their strength by asking nicely.
As far as Karin was concerned, Jinchūriki were all walking time bombs, and they scared the living daylights out of her. Why couldn't Sakura understand that they were dangerous…?
"Don't be like that, Karin," Sakura whispered back. "I'm just trying to make friends, that's all…"
Karin's lie radar started blaring.
If her beloved onee-sama wasn't trying to get close to the Waterfall girl to befriend her, then it could only mean one thing: she was trying to get romantically involved with her! It was the only logical explanation!
Karin's fists tightened at her sides— absolutely not. She couldn't let this happen!
Sakura looked around the room, searching for the washing area. Before entering the shared bath, she was supposed to wash off the grime covering her body, to avoid dragging dirt and sand into the big bath. After all, the whole point of the bath was to relax, not to get clean.
"Ehh?" said Fū in disappointment, landing next to Sakura and Karin at the washing area a few seconds later. "No showers?"
It didn't seem like this desert outpost had any running water— instead of showers at the washing stations, there were only wooden buckets filled with water, along with bottles of shampoo and bars of soap. Then again, to the people of Suna, using water for a full shower might seem like a waste— out here in the desert, every drop mattered.
"Want me to wash your back?" Sakura offered. "You can do mine next."
"Okay!" said Fū happily. "Nobody's ever asked me that before! Is this what friends do?"
"You know, we girls have to stick together," said Sakura wisely. "This is called sisterhood."
In other words, the female equivalent of bros before hoes: sisters before misters.
"Why don't I wash Fū's back instead?" Karin said quickly, stepping in between Sakura and Fū. "Onee-sama, you don't have to force yourself— I know how much you hate bugs…"
Sakura glared at Karin, who looked away innocently.
Where did Karin get off, thinking she could interfere with her harvesting plans? Just because she'd filled out a bit up top, she thought she could stand in her way? Well, she had another thing coming… Good, good, good…
"Yay, now I have two friends!" Fū cheered. "We can all wash each other's backs at the same time!"
Karin → Fū → Sakura → Karin
Sakura ground her teeth in frustration. How could her patented back-scrub technique fail at such a crucial moment? It had worked so well on the old ladies of the Konoha Bathhouse! It was time to bring out the big guns…
"Well, if Karin-chan wants to wash Fū-chan's back so badly…" said Sakura innocently, "…I'll just have to wash the front."
Karin's jaw almost dropped to the floor.
As expected of her onee-sama— how shameless! The front didn't need a friend's help to wash; it was right there within reach! Even Fū was slightly taken aback— did girlfriends (as in, girls who are friends) really do that with each other?
Sakura realised her idea wasn't going anywhere, so she turned away from the other two girls and headed for a washing station. She hung up her towel, grabbed her allotted bucket of water and poured it over her head. After washing as she normally did, she reached for her towel and pulled out a scroll, which she laid out flat on a dry part of the floor.
"Unseal!"
A wooden bucket filled with pink slime appeared on top of the scroll. Sakura scooped out a handful of the substance and lathered her breasts with it, gently massaging it into her skin in circular patterns around her nipples, almost as if she were trying to express milk.
"What are you doing?" asked Fū curiously. "What is that? Aloe vera?"
Sakura inwardly grinned— curiosity piqued!
"This is called Breast Polishing," explained Sakura. "It's how I keep my breasts from sagging or developing stretch marks. The lotion contains phytoestrogens, which helps with breast growth and blood circulation. Do you want me to show you how to do it?"
By now, every single girl in the bath was listening in. Was this the secret to big, beautiful breasts?
"Ooh!" gasped Fū. "So that's how it is! Okay, I'll give it a try!"
Manyuu Breast Polishing was different from the Munamori's Breast Flow massage, but it's not as if anyone apart from Sakura would know the difference. And so, Sakura dipped her hands in the pink lotion again and began massaging Fū's washboard chest, much to Karin's consternation. And as Sakura's agile fingers danced, a Sand kunoichi quietly stepped up to them…
"Can I try too?" she asked shyly. "My boyfriend likes— well, you know how men are…"
"Of course you can! The Chūnin exams are all about making friends with people from other villages, aren't they?" Sakura laughed. "Anyway, you'll only find that this cream is only sold in the Land of Fire's Nara pharmacies— you won't find it anywhere else. You can use it on its own, but combined with the massage... especially if it's done by a lover… you can expect spectacular results, or your money back!"
And soon, Sakura was surrounded with women and twice as many breasts. She hadn't even entered the shared bath yet, and she was already in heaven!