Whenever missions dried up for the newly reformed Team 7, Sakura Haruno usually spent her time assisting at the Konoha Hospital or trying to make sure her teammates didn’t do anything stupid. However, as of late, that second responsibility also seemed to apply to her sensei when she snuck away from her assistant to sneak in some sake.

While no one could truly control Tsunade Senju, one of the strongest kunoichi of all time and current Hokage of Konoha, when she wanted a drink, tossing Sakura or Naruto at her usually got the best results.

So it was with a growing headache brought on from a mix of Naruto being out of the village for some light training and knowing what she would have to deal with that Sakura dragged herself through the halls of the Hokage’s Office in search of her sensei.

Shizune had told her just how much work Tsunade was skipping out on in her latest attempt to shirk responsibility and get wasted, but her senior student couldn’t point her to where the buxom blonde might have vanished to.

“Sensei!” Sakura called as she roamed the halls in search of the missing village leader.

She had already checked the poorly hidden alcohol stash under her teacher’s desk, but had seen most of the bottles accounted for. That either meant she was truly doing something else around the village, or a new delivery had been made without either of her students intercepting it first.

A slight chuckle from down the hall had the pinkette perking up and moving stealthily against the walls. If she could take Tsunade by surprise and snag the alcohol, she would hold the bargaining power in the unavoidable confrontation.

As she approached one of the several meeting rooms scattered among the first floor of the building, Sakura could see that the door was slightly cracked and the stench of extremely strong sake hit her like a punch to the face.

She managed to control her reaction and plugged her nose before proceeding, spying the lounging form of her teacher on one of the many unoccupied chairs near the back of the room.

Slipping in unnoticed was the easy part, but she wasn’t expecting the door to creak just enough to alert the clearly inebriated ninja to her presence.

“Sakura! Did you come to drink with your sensei?” Tsunade said with a clearly noticeable slur in her words that made her student sigh.

“No sensei… Shizune sent me to find you because you are skipping out on your daily paperwork again…” the pinkette responded with a slight grimace as she walked a little closer to her master, making the smell even more pronounced.

The blonde ninja was clutching onto what was likely a full pitcher of sake less than a few hours ago, but was now sitting at nearly completely empty. The label on the front left Sakura concerned about just how out of it her sensei really was.

“Bah. She is always worried about the paperwork or the mission logs, but she never wants to give me a break. I know I’m the Hoka… Hokag… Village Leader! But sometimes I just want to have a drink and get away from it all.”

Her reasoning was sound, but Sakura also knew that half of it was brought on from already being under the influence, so she had to play the middle ground as usual.

“I know sensei, but you also need to think about how important that paperwork is for the stability of the village. Shizune is already sorting through some of it for you, but that isn’t her job.”

Thankfully, her teacher had a very contemplative look on her face despite the very flushed cheeks and glassy eyes. That at least meant she was taking what she said seriously.

It was probably a solid few minutes before a wide, drunken grin broke out onto the older woman’s face as she looked over her student.

“Fine, but you have to do something for me first,” Tsunade said as she pointed a finger in Sakura’s direction.

“A-and what would that be Tsunade-sensei?” the pinkette stuttered as she shrunk under the blonde’s gaze.

Tapping her lips thoughtfully, Tsunade hummed before coming to a decision on her demands.

“*hic* I demand you to transform into something!” she cheered, taking another swig of her sake.

Sakura blushed and was about to ask for more before another glare and gesture from her teacher shut her down.

“Listen to your teacher and *hic* transform damn it!” she growled after downing the rest of the sake and letting it slide down her throat.

“Uhh, sure thing sensei.”Performing the necessary hand seals, Sakura gathered a small amount of chakra and released the basic ninjitsu. “Transformation Jutsu!”

A sizable plume of smoke filled the room, dazing the drunkard as her students form shifted into something much smaller and settled onto the floor.

Once the smoke cleared, Tsunade’s glassy eyes gazed around for her student before settling on an object on the floor that was not there prior to the Jutsu being used. Standing for the first time since she started drinking, the Hokage stumbled over to where her student previously stood.

“Sakura! *hic* How did you know I *hic* needed a new pair of *hic* panties?” the blonde was grinning as she stood over the now identified pink pair of panties.

‘What? Oh no! I didn’t know what to turn into and became a pair of panties!’ the younger kunoichi thought to herself her sensei loomed over her new form.

Without wasting a single second, Tsunade had already peeled off her normal blue trousers and dropped them to the floor just to the side of the new undergarments. That was soon followed by a pair of red panties that had a clear rip in two separate parts of the garment.

“*hic* My last pair ripped a little less than an hour ago..” she sighed as she reached down and firmly gripped Sakura’s waistband and spread the fabric wide rough to fit her large rear into.

‘Lady Tsunade, what are you doing! Wait! NOOOOO!’ Sakura mentally screamed as she was forced to taste the woman’s legs and snuggly pulled up against one of the most sought after rears in the Elemental Nations.

Tsunade wriggled around a bit in her new panties before snapping the waistband against her ass and smiling. “A little tight…” she hummed before sitting back down, not hearing the panicked cries of the once human undergarments.

Soon enough, the alcohol had settled and deep tiredness washed over the Hokage. The silent nature of the room, the warmth of the alcohol, and the light breeze against her body from an open window led to a timely nap for the blonde.

Meanwhile, Sakura found it hard to form thoughts as the feel of being squished against a warm body made her feel an odd sense of safety and discomfort. “Lady… Tsunade…” she thought as darkness took her.

It wasn’t until four hours later when a frizzed Shizune walked into the room to see the sleeping ninja exposing a pair of pink panties to the world as her pants rested near an empty bottle of sake.

“Sakura… you had one job,” she grumbled before approaching her master and shaking her shoulder. “Lady Tsunade. Wake up! You have a lot of work to do.”

A short groan and swat had the blonde opening her eyes and wincing as the hangover fully hit her head and the glaring form of her oldest student told her she was not going to enjoy what came next.

Moving from her position on her stomach to her elbows, Tsunade sighed. “Do I have to?”

The look shot her way was enough to dissuade her from asking again or trying to work her way out of returning to the office for the foreseeable future. But as she moved to sit up, she caught sight of her exposed underwear.

Thinking back to what she could remember before falling asleep, she remembered tearing her panties, her favorite pair of red and black ones, when sneaking out to grab sake earlier. “But when did I get a pair of pink panties?”

Shrugging it off, Tsunade just assumed she must have stopped off at home before snagging her prize and sneaking into the meeting room for some “well-served” time off. She had completely forgotten the plight of her student, who was currently wrapped around the large rear as she stood up.

“Well, at least I don’t have to wear those ripped ones anymore! I have a feeling these will be my new favorite pair!” she hummed, pulling on her trousers and covering her student and ass before sashaying back to the office.

And as she walked away, all the panties formerly known as Sakura could think about was surviving the day without ripping like the last pair.