"Do they look nice?"

He barely glanced in his wife's direction.

"Yeah. They look great."

Sakura pouted, and she leaned forward over the breakfast table, planting her hand beside her husband's meal. She had picked out a nice, low-cut top to show off her new endowments for Naruto, to let him see as much as he wanted of her upgraded breasts. Although this had been her choice, although she told herself that she had done it purely for her own personal reasons, Sakura craved her husband's validation.

She wanted to know that he liked the results, so she stared deeply into his eyes and leaned closer still, puffing out her chest. Her breasts were a few sizes bigger, up from a low B-cup to a high C. Part of her had wanted to make them even bigger, double-D's or bust, but she had realized that anything too big would look simply out of place on her frame. This was the largest size that would look believably natural with her overall build. They were very nice breasts, and she admired the quality of Tsunade's work, but still, what mattered most to her at that moment was whether her husband liked them.

"Narutooo…" she said. She cupped his chin, pouting. "Come on, I'm serious. I'll be going back to work today, so I want to know you like them."

Naruto met his wife's eyes. He then glanced down at her chest, considering the cleavage. He clicked his tongue thoughtfully.

"Not bad, I guess."

"You guess…" Sakura bit her lip. "Was the procedure a mistake? Do you think they look worse like this?"

"You know I liked them just the way they were," Naruto replied ambivalently. "So, of course, I'm biased. But I do think they look fine, babe."

"But you liked them better before."

"I didn't say that. I like them about as much now."

"You haven't tried them out, though."

"You were still recuperating."

"That was two weeks ago. I already got the stitches removed, and everything is all healed up. You can be as rough with them as you want."

She looked at him just a little desperately, just a little imploringly. Naruto was taken aback.

"You'd said you were doing this for yourself."

"I was. I did. But that doesn't mean… You know, that your opinion doesn't matter either. You're my husband. What's the point of having bigger tits if you don't…?"

Naruto smiled and gave his wife a kiss.

"They look fine," he assured her. "I could fuck you no matter what your tits looked like. You know what I've always liked best about you…"

He grabbed her ass, then ran his hand down to stroke and squeeze her thigh. Sakura blushed, and she smiled very slightly, very nervously in response.

"Then, would you…?"

Naruto cast his eyes down his wife's frame, taking it all in. He saw Sakura's faintly imploring face, her lips pouting and her cheeks flush, eyes wide and staring. He saw the valley of a cleavage that still struck him as uncanny on his wife's body, a bosom that made him mildly disoriented. Still, they were nice breasts, and it wasn't unpleasant to see them on Sakura's body. Further down, he saw her waist, maybe a hair less trim than when they first married, but still reasonably tight for someone in her line of work, and her hips, which pleasingly flared to bear the weight of a round, tight bottom. She was attractive, and he couldn't deny that. He had always found her attractive.

Did the breast enhancement improve those looks, though? Or did it hurt them? Naruto didn't know. The boobs were nice, but there had been something charming about Sakura's small breasts. He hadn't been lying for all those years when he said he liked them the way they were—big tits were nice in their place, and he wouldn't lie to himself and pretend that he couldn't enjoy a pair of nice, fat knockers, but small breasts also had an artfulness about them. Sakura's more petite build had suited her, and it was a little off-putting to see her now with her breasts enlarged. But then, even with all that said…

He shrugged his shoulders and scooted his chair back from the breakfast table. With one hand, he slipped down his zipper, and with the other, he hooked the hem of his wife's shirt. Sakura looked almost relieved by these actions, and she slipped up her shirt and snapped off her bra, then got down on her knees and laid her new tits in Naruto's lap. Despite his conflicted feelings about Sakura's procedure, Naruto's dick stirred and stiffened, rising to full mast in greeting his spouse's mammaries. Whatever else was going on in heart and mind, the body was glad just to feel the touch of Sakura's bare skin, and his cock only cared about the texture and softness of the breasts now enveloping it.

Sakura looked pleased, and she pressed her hands into the sides of her breasts. She rubbed her tits, fondling them a little as she stroked them up and down over her husband's dick. A smile turned her lips upward, and she peered toward his eyes with a faintly hopeful expression. She still looked nervous, apprehensive of how he would take this. She still wondered if he would like it.

"That's… nice," Naruto said. He groaned a little. The words were truthful as far as they went, and the pause was mostly just because he found it slightly difficult to organize his thoughts while Sakura was rubbing her breasts over his dick. He shivered. "I like it."

Sakura's smile widened, and she didn't notice anything else in her husband's tone or expression. She focused on his stated enjoyment, and a tad clumsily, only vaguely aware of how to properly do this, she chafed his shaft with her breasts, slapping them together around his dick, and she rocked her hips, feeling herself grow a little moist in the excitement of finally being able to do something like this. She sighed, looking at her husband's dick.

Deep inside her, Sakura felt a twinge of resentment. She hardly knew for whom or for what, and she tried very hard not to humor the emotion by contemplating it. It was just a neurotic pang, a flashing of brain cells accustomed to doubt and self-loathing. She did her best to repress it as she rubbed her breasts up and down over Naruto's dick, and she looked from this to his eyes and back again, watching both her own tits moving over his cock and his face as he observed her.

"I always wanted to do this for you," she murmured. "I mean, I could have made it work with my old breasts, but… this is so much nicer, isn't it? I made the right choice. These tits are worth the price."

"I thought the operation was free," Naruto said confusedly. He was distracted by the sensations, so maybe he didn't remember correctly, but… "A courtesy or whatever."

Sakura chewed her lip, feeling another, stronger twinge of resentment. And this was followed by a stab of regret, a whisper of doubt. The agreement wasn't binding in any legal sense, but going back on her word would be…

"It didn't cost me any money, no."

Slap, slap, slap.

"Huh. Well, even if they didn't do a thing, they would be worth the price."

A grimace of a smile twisted Sakura's mouth.

"Yeah… I guess."

It hit her that getting these new breasts hadn't changed anything. When she thought about her promise to Tsunade to stick to her career in exchange for that operation when she thought about heading back to work at the clinic, the bottom of her stomach fell away, and her head swam. She felt nauseous, and she squeezed her eyes shut against the sensation of pressure from within. They were hot, but she refused to let her husband see any tears.

This was ridiculous. It was just absurd. Why had she thought this would change anything? Why was she letting herself get so upset? She didn't want Naruto to see her like this. She didn't want him to think she was some histrionic weakling. She was a strong, modern woman. She was the breadwinner in this relationship… but she hated what she did to achieve that. She was married to a kind, handsome, hilarious man… but she was terrified that she wasn't good enough for him. She had gotten her breasts enlarged hoping it would banish her insecurities about her looks, but in doing so she had transgressed against her own principles and provoked even deeper insecurities.

Who was she? What was she? Why was she like this? Why could she never just be happy…? Goddammit. She hated herself. She hated everything about herself, and that hate was only blacker and more bilious now, a perverse emotional malignancy that spread through all her heart and mind until she could think of nothing but her own miserable self-hatred until she had nothing inside her but impotent fury and paralyzing ennui. Her insides were a dark, noxious roil, and everything that she was felt like it was in the process of rejecting everything she had ever done. She felt like she was unraveling like she was being taken apart by her own doubts and insecurities.

"…Sakura? Are you okay?"

She realized that she could feel warm, wet tracks on her face. She realized that she was crying, and she cursed herself for that show of weakness. She cursed herself for going along with Tsunade's idea. She cursed herself for everything that she was and for all the decisions she had made in her life that led her to this point. Her hands slowed and then stopped, and her bosom rested motionless in her husband's lap.

"I hate this." Sakura leaned back, raising her hands to her face. Her shoulders heaved. "Goddammit. I hate this… Why can't I just be happy? Why can't I ever make the right choice…?"

"Sakura…" Naruto tried to sound sympathetic, to speak gently and reassuringly, but on the inside, he felt only disappointment and frustration. It had been a halfway decent titfuck, and it had looked like maybe Sakura had recovered some of her old, lost confidence. But it had been nothing more substantial than smoke, and she was as bad off as ever, or even worse. He struggled not to grimace in exasperation. "Are you okay?"

He hated that he didn't feel more compassionate toward his wife. He was ashamed of himself for feeling only a pestilential weariness as Sakura broke down in tears at his feet, burned out from years of this. But he still tried to show kindness to Sakura, even if privately he slightly resented this breakdown, and he placed a hand on her shoulder and spoke to her in the most comforting tones he could manage. But Sakura shook off his touch, and she refused to listen to his words.

"I hate this," she moaned. "I hate being like this. Why can't I be normal? Why can't I be happy?"

Naruto stared at her dolefully. A small and selfish part of him hoped she would get over it so they could continue, but a more reasonable part of him saw that this wasn't going to happen, and the more sensitive part of him warned him against trying. He couldn't help but sigh.

"It's okay, dear…"

"No… It isn't. I can't…" Sakura shook her head. She stood up and stepped away, looking at him drearily. "I can't do this. I can't pretend I'm okay. I hate it. Nothing I do is ever good enough!"

"That isn't true."

"It is, though…" She turned away. "I don't know. I just… I need some time to myself. I need to work through all of this."

Naruto knew that leaving Sakura alone wouldn't help her. Solitude wasn't healthy for her. Not when she was in a state like this. But a part of him was relieved for an excuse to leave—he was disgusted with himself for feeling that relief, but he still felt it. Despite himself, he thought of Temari, and even as his wife wiped her eyes and sniffled, a perverse, wandering, unrepentant corner of his mind wondered if the blonde would be available.

"Are you going to see one of your friends?" he asked. "Or call your therapist?"

"Maybe," she said. They both knew that she didn't mean this. "Yeah, I should…"

A pregnant silence thickened the air between them. Naruto, his erection had wilted with the ruining of the mood, awkwardly tucked his dick into his pants and zipped back up. It was a minute or so before either of them said anything.

"If you need me, just call," Naruto said. Against his better judgment, he watched his wife put on her shirt and make to leave. "…Are you sure you'll be okay?"

"Yeah," she sniffed. "I just need some time to think."

They both knew this was a lie, but that didn't stop Sakura from walking out the door, and it didn't stop Naruto from letting her leave.