The 39 Week Challenge.

Week 9—12: Tender Breasts, Mood swings, and Weight Gain.

The goal; get Sakura to have sex for the first time in twelve weeks. What does it take just to get some? Apparently, Kakashi has his work cut out for him. Though Sakura's luscious jugs are very tempting, he can't really express how much bigger they've gotten without admitting to Sakura that she was getting plumper.

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"Do you think I'm fat?"

The question that has been haunting all men who live was presented to Kakashi one sunny Monday afternoon. And it had been such a regular, fine afternoon too.

Sakura had been nibbling her bottom lip to mere shreds and glancing in the mirror constantly since nine that morning, her hands furtively rubbing the delicate protruding flesh on her tummy while comparing pant sizes from twelve weeks ago to the ones she had now. He knew this day would come, but to happen at a moment like this, Kakashi thought that this opportunity was golden.

"Well, you are having a child, Sakura. It's not unusual for you to start showing a bit at this stage."

The room suddenly became chilly. Kakashi avoided glancing in Sakura's general direction.

"So now I'm getting fat, right?" she challenged, stomping out of the bedroom with two jeans in her hands. "Look, these are what I wore twelve weeks ago. Size five. And now look! These are a size seven! I've gained two sizes, Kakashi!"

Trying to stymie his physical reaction toward how stupid that math sounded, he tried explaining to her as calmly as possible. "Shizune mentioned to you that this would happen around this time, Sakura. She said you'd begin to gain a bit more weight because of poor eating habits, lack of exercise, and—"

"Oh so now I'm lazy and you're calling me a pig, too? God, how can you live with yourself?"

"Hey, hey, now," Kakashi caught her hand and pulled her to him before it could connect with his face, creating an iron trap for her which she struggled to get out of. "It's not that bad, really. You still look very beautiful."

She gave up trying to wrestle away and peered up through hooded eyes. "Really?"

"Yes! In fact, I think you look even more beautiful. And just look at the size of these! If there's one good thing about pregnancy, it's those." He pointed to Sakura's larger breasts and licked his dry lips. Damn, he really had been deprived far too long.

Sakura made a face. "Ew, you pervert. They're not to be played around with."

"Well, what else do you do with them?"

"Breast feed,"

"That's still months away."

"But they're so tender and they're sensitive to touch. I can hardly wear my bra anymore; it's so uncomfortable."

And that's the best part of all, thought Kakashi secretively.

"Perfect." He exalted instead. "C'mon, lemme see them!" He gave her romp a playful squeeze and she squealed and took off.

Kakashi prowled after her as she slipped away and headed to the safety of the bedroom, slamming the door behind her and locking the latch. He rapped on the door playfully. "You know I can just jimmy the lock, Sakura. Give it up."

"No!" she cried insolently, although an underscore of playfulness crept into it.

"All right, I'll just have to take you by force."

He counted down to three and opened the door to find her huddled in the corner with a lone sandal to protect her, intending to use it as a projectile.

"Get away from me, or I'll hurt you," she threatened, clutching the sandal tighter to her bosom.

"I'm sure that's just a new prototype weapon TenTen is working on, ne?"

She gave him the one finger salute.

"Well, in that case I might have to play a bit more seriously." His hand lifted the mass of silvery hair in front of his Sharingan, playfully advancing. "You'll never get away!"

Out of the blue Sakura burst into racking sobs. The action stunned Kakashi so much he stood there frozen, unable to process what he'd done wrong to make her cry. He gathered her in his arms and stroked her hair, repeatedly asking what he did and what he could do to make it all better.

"You—hic—can stop—hic—yelling at me—hic!" she pushed resiliently against his hard chest.

Baffled, Kakashi only rocked her more. "I wasn't yelling at you."

"Y-yes you were, and you were being mean to me!"

Perplexed, he continued doing the only thing he knew, which was to stroke her hair and hold her tight, hoping she'd come out of her mood soon.

After about ten minutes of consoling, Sakura was no longer crying and was lying contently in his arms. He thanked whoever was looking out for him that her mood had finally passed, and maybe he could finally get some action that he craved.

"I'm all right now," she said tonelessly, slipping out of his arms to resume her position in front of the mirror. "I'm too fat to be desirable," she moaned to the mirror, clutching her tummy. Kakashi decided that the next time she was out he'd kill it.

"And look at this bra! I'm up three cup sizes. I never thought I'd reach a C cup before this,"

It was all Kakashi could do to not pounce upon her as she compared bra cups, one considerably tinier for a perkier breast and the other fit for a more rounded and plump one. He hoped dearly that she'd come around, or at least quit teasing him with brief glimpses of her abdomen and her breasts.

"I mean, it's astronomical! Pregnancy works wonders for breast enlargement. I go from A 32 to a C 34 in twelve weeks! They should make pills of this wonderful hormone to insecure women."

Sakura was aware of arms wrapping around her shoulders and being spun around, before a mouth crushed to hers in heated passion. She gave in to it, wrapping her arms around his neck, drawing him in closer.

Kakashi had to admit; the new cushions were tantalizingly good at seducing him when they were rubbing against his flat chest.

"How about you and me give these girls a test drive?" he licked the delicate flesh of her ear and she shuddered beneath him. He guided her to the bed and discarded the two bras from her hands, for which she was eager to be rid of, too.

Their caged up sexual frustration was finally breaking free, and suddenly neither of them could keep their hands off of each other. Kakashi's hands roamed all throughout Sakura's soft flesh, pausing at her hardened peaks to tease them until she was writhing uncontrollably beneath him, squishing her breasts even further into his chest, which had somehow become bereft of a shirt during their interlude.

Sakura broke away from their kissing, looking unsure. "Are you sure you want to do it with a fat person?"

He almost guffawed aloud. "You're not fat, Sakura," he leaned down to kiss her, whispering to himself. "At least, not yet."

He received a swift punch in the groin.

Well, there went his perfect afternoon.