The morning sun filtered through the blinds, casting slatted patterns of light and shadow across my room. I had been up since dawn, training as usual, working on my jutsu. But today wasn't just any day of training. Today, I was going to test a new jutsu I had developed, one that allowed me to shrink down to a minuscule size and turn my body into rubber. It sounded crazy, even to me, but if there was one thing I'd learned over the years, it was that nothing was impossible.
Sakura had offered to help me test this new jutsu. At first, I was hesitant. I mean, the idea of being crushed was kind of weird, even for a shinobi. But Sakura was insistent, and after much persuasion and a lot of ramen bribery, I agreed. I couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and trepidation as I made my way to the training ground.
When I arrived, Sakura was already there, stretching and preparing. The sight of her always filled me with a sense of comfort and camaraderie. Today, however, there was an added layer of anticipation. She waved at me with a smile that was both reassuring and slightly mischievous.
"Ready, Naruto?" she called out, her voice tinged with excitement.
"As ready as I'll ever be," I replied, trying to sound confident.
We began with some warm-ups, standard ninja practice to ensure our bodies were in peak condition. But my mind was elsewhere, running through the mechanics of the jutsu, ensuring I remembered every hand sign and chakra flow.
Finally, the moment came. I stood in front of Sakura, taking a deep breath. I formed the necessary hand signs, feeling the chakra flow through me, and focused on the transformation. It was a strange sensation, shrinking down to an inch tall, the world around me growing immense. The ground seemed to stretch on forever, and Sakura loomed above me like a giant.
I looked up at her, and despite my new size, I could see the concern in her eyes mixed with curiosity. She knelt down, her face close to mine.
"How do you feel, Naruto?" she asked, her voice booming from my tiny perspective.
"Weird," I admitted, my voice sounding tiny even to my own ears. "But let's do this."
Sakura gently picked me up, her fingers enveloping me completely. She placed me on the seat of a wooden chair, her touch surprisingly delicate. I looked up, and my view was filled with the sight of her standing tall, her figure imposing and magnificent.
Sakura turned around, and I couldn't help but marvel at her. Her back was straight, her shoulders squared with the confidence of a seasoned kunoichi. As she adjusted her stance, her movements were fluid and graceful, yet there was an underlying strength that was unmistakable. She wiggled her butt slightly, adjusting her position, and I knew what was coming next. My heart pounded in my chest as she began to lower herself.
From my tiny perspective, her butt seemed to defy all logic and reason. It was like a vast, rounded landscape, each curve accentuated by her form-fitting ninja attire. The fabric of her shorts hugged her perfectly, outlining the contours of her glutes. The way her hips swayed ever so slightly with each movement was mesmerizing. I could see the gentle dimples at the base of her spine and the subtle shadows that added depth to her figure.
As she continued to lower herself, the details became more pronounced. The way the light played off the fabric, highlighting the smoothness of her skin underneath, was captivating. Every crease, every fold of her clothing, seemed to have a life of its own. Her movements were slow and deliberate, giving me a chance to take in every nuance of the scene unfolding above me.
The moment of contact was surreal. Her butt pressed down on me, and I felt my body flatten out beneath her weight. But there was no pain, only a strange sensation of being compressed. My rubbery body spread out, conforming to the shape of the chair and her bottom. I could feel her warmth, the slight movements as she adjusted her position, settling in comfortably.
At first, the sensations were odd. I could feel the pressure, the contours of her body against mine. But as time went on, I found myself adjusting to it, even starting to enjoy the unique feeling. It was an intimacy of a kind I had never experienced before, a connection that was both physical and strangely comforting.
Sakura shifted slightly, and I could feel my flattened form spreading even more. She was careful, ensuring that I wasn't hurt, but there was a firmness in her movements that reminded me of her strength. The experience was completely different from anything I had ever gone through in my training, and it was oddly exhilarating.
As the minutes passed, I began to relax. The initial oddness faded, replaced by a sense of calm. Being in such a vulnerable position required complete trust, and I realized just how much I trusted Sakura. She was my teammate, my friend, and in this moment, my caretaker.
From my tiny, flattened perspective, the world was a different place. Sounds were muffled, and everything felt slower. I could hear Sakura's breathing, steady and rhythmic, a constant reminder of her presence. Occasionally, she would adjust slightly, creating new sensations that rippled through my rubbery form.
Eventually, Sakura stood up, lifting the weight off me. I could feel my body returning to its normal shape, the elasticity of the jutsu allowing me to spring back without any harm. She looked down at me with a mix of concern and curiosity.
"How was it?" she asked, genuine interest in her eyes.
I stretched, shaking off the residual effects of being flattened. "It was... different. Not bad, just... different."
Sakura laughed, a light, melodious sound that made me smile. "Well, you always manage to surprise me, Naruto. I'm glad you trusted me enough to try this."
I grinned up at her. "I trust you with my life, Sakura. And besides, it was kind of fun.