Naruto--
One day, after returning home from training in the forest, I ran into my younger brother Menma. The sun was dipping below the horizon, casting long shadows across the village. The air was still thick with the scent of pine and earth, remnants of my training lingering like ghosts.
Menma stood there, his back straight and eyes gleaming with an excitement that was hard to miss. He seemed almost jittery, bouncing slightly on the balls of his feet as if unable to contain his energy.
"Hey, Menma," I called out, wiping the sweat from my brow. "What's up?"
He turned to face me, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "I finally thought of a gift that'll get Sakura to stop looking at that idiot Sasuke and go on a date with me."
Before I could ask what he was talking about, Menma raised his hands, which were now glowing with a strange blue energy. My instincts screamed at me to move, but I was too slow. He touched my chest lightly, and I felt a strange warmth spread through my body.
"Menma, what the—" I started, but the words caught in my throat as my vision began to blur and warp.
The world around me shifted, and I realized with growing horror that I was shrinking. My surroundings expanded at an alarming rate; the cobblestones beneath my feet grew larger, and Menma's form stretched skyward. The trees lining the street transformed into towering giants, their leaves rustling like distant thunder.
Menma's voice boomed above me, sounding slow and distorted. "Don't worry, big bro! The jutsu will turn your body to rubber, so you won't get hurt!"
By the time he finished speaking, I was no more than two inches tall, standing on the vast plain of cobblestone that had once been a familiar street. The ground trembled as Menma's colossal sandals stepped closer, each movement sending a quake through my tiny body. I craned my neck, gazing up at him in shock. He seemed impossibly tall, a giant in a world that no longer made sense.
Menma bent down, his hand reaching out like a great wall. I tried to move, but my body felt sluggish, overwhelmed by the sheer scale of everything around me. His fingers curled around me, lifting me into the air with a gust of wind that felt like a tornado. My stomach lurched as I was brought up to his eye level.
From my perspective, his eye was a vast, unblinking expanse, the pupil dilating as it focused on me. His voice rumbled, so loud and slow that I couldn't make out the words. It felt like being caught in a storm, the sound waves crashing over me.
Something about Sakura.
I tried to shout, to demand an explanation, but my voice was a tiny squeak, lost in the vastness of Menma's world. He tilted his hand, and I felt myself slipping. My heart pounded in my chest as I tumbled, the edges of his palm slipping away beneath me. The air rushed past as I fell, spinning wildly, my arms flailing in a desperate attempt to grab onto something, anything.
I plummeted headfirst into a tiny glass jar, the opening just wide enough to swallow me whole. The world spun around me, the clear walls of the jar blurring as I collided with the bottom. My rubberized body bounced slightly, absorbing the impact, but the disorientation left me dizzy and disoriented.
I lay there, breathing heavily, the reality of my situation sinking in. Menma's face loomed above, peering down at me through the glass with a look of triumphant satisfaction. The jar was lifted, and I was jolted about as he attached it to a keychain, my world now reduced to this tiny, transparent prison.
The lid of the jar clicked shut with a metallic snap, sealing me inside. The keychain dangled above me, a constant reminder of my confinement. Menma's voice, now a distant rumble, resonated through the glass, and I strained to hear any hint of his plan.
His casual chatter, interspersed with the occasional laugh, made my situation feel even more surreal. I was a tiny, helpless speck in his pocket, while he moved through the village as if nothing was amiss.
Hours seemed to pass, though it was hard to tell time in my confined state. The rhythmic swaying of the jar, combined with the muffled sounds of the village, created a lulling effect, and I found myself slipping in and out of a restless doze. Every so often, the jar would be jostled, and I would be jolted awake, reminded of my predicament.
As I felt the jar being lifted, I was tossed around like a ragdoll. The walls of my tiny prison became a dizzying blur, the glass distorting the world outside into a chaotic whirlwind. When I finally managed to get my bearings, I looked up and felt my breath catch in my throat. Staring down at me was Sakura's massive face, her green eyes wide with curiosity and something else—delight?
Her other hand reached down and grabbed the keychain, lifting the jar so that it dangled precariously from her fingers. My entire world swayed violently with each movement, the jar swinging back and forth like a pendulum. My rubberized body was thrown against the glass, each impact a reminder of how utterly powerless I was.
Sakura's enormous eye loomed closer, taking up my entire field of vision. I could see every detail—the intricate pattern of her iris, the slight flutter of her eyelashes, and the reflection of my tiny, trapped form in the glossy surface of her eye. She spoke, her voice a series of thunderous, muffled sounds that I couldn't understand. It felt like being caught in the middle of a storm, each word crashing over me in waves.
With a casual motion, she lowered the jar and attached it to the waistline of her skirt. My world shifted again as she started to walk. The rhythmic sway of her hips sent the jar swinging wildly, and I was tossed around once more. I tried to brace myself against the glass walls, but the motion was too erratic, too powerful.
After what felt like an eternity, the swinging settled into a gentler, more predictable rhythm. I managed to stabilize myself, pressing my hands and feet against the glass to steady my tiny body. I looked out through the clear walls of the jar, watching the giant world pass by. Buildings soared into the sky, their rooftops seeming to touch the clouds. Trees, once familiar, now towered like ancient sentinels, their branches swaying gently in the breeze.
People moved around us, their steps shaking the ground with each footfall. They were oblivious to my plight, unaware that the Hokage was reduced to a mere trinket dangling from Sakura's skirt. The enormity of everything was overwhelming—the sheer scale of the world outside made me feel insignificant, like a grain of sand on an endless beach.
Each step Sakura took was a reminder of my helplessness. The ground far below seemed a distant, unreachable world, and the sky above felt like a ceiling pressing down on me. I was trapped, a tiny prisoner in a glass cage, watching life go on without me.
The jar continued to sway with Sakura's every step, the motion rhythmic yet jarring. My view was a chaotic blur of sky and ground, alternating with the fabric of Sakura's skirt. The world outside my glass prison shifted constantly, making it difficult to keep my bearings.
After what felt like an eternity of walking, Sakura's steps slowed. She met up with Ino and Hinata, their familiar, towering forms filling my view. They greeted each other, their voices thunderous and incomprehensible from within my tiny prison. Sakura's giant hands pointed down to my jar, and I watched in dread as Ino and Hinata bent down, their enormous faces filling the sky above me.
Their giant eyes peered down at me, their expressions a mixture of curiosity and amusement. Sakura's hand lifted the jar as much as the keychain would allow, bringing me closer to their scrutinizing gaze. I felt like a specimen on display, powerless under their magnified stares. Their voices boomed, distorted by the glass, turning their conversation into a low, rumbling cacophony that I couldn't decipher.
Ino pointed a giant finger at me, her laughter echoing through the jar like the rumble of distant thunder. Her amusement was clear, even if her words were not. I cringed, feeling more like a toy than a person.
After a few minutes of their intense scrutiny, they straightened up. I hoped that this bizarre inspection was over, but then Ino revealed something that made my heart sink. She reached into her cleavage and pulled out a similar jar, holding it up for Sakura and Hinata to see. My tiny prison reflected the light, its twin glinting mockingly in her hands.
Hinata wasn't left out; she lifted the hem of her pants slightly to reveal an anklet with yet another jar attached to it. The sight hit me like a punch to the gut. The realization was chilling—I was not the only one. I was part of a collection, a novelty to be shown off and admired. my identity, all seemed meaningless now. I was just another tiny figure trapped in glass, a collector's item.
The shock of this revelation made the next jostle even more disorienting. Sakura started walking again, her steps shaking the jar violently. I was tossed around, the glass walls a blur as I struggled to regain my balance. After a few minutes, I managed to brace myself against the sides, pressing my hands and feet against the cold surface to steady myself.
As the motion settled into a more predictable rhythm, I had time to think. My mind raced with questions and fears. How many others were there? How long had this been going on? Most importantly, how could I possibly escape this nightmare? The village I once knew seemed distant and unreachable, my current reality a cruel distortion of the life I had fought so hard to build.
Each step Sakura took was a reminder of my helplessness. The ground far below felt like an alien world, and the sky above was a distant, unreachable dream. I was trapped in a tiny, fragile world, forced to observe life from a distorted, confined perspective. The enormity of everything outside my jar only highlighted my insignificance.
Sakura's steps were steady as she made her way to her house, the jar swinging gently with each stride. The familiar sights of Konoha passed by in a blur, but I could hardly focus on them. My mind was a whirl of confusion and fear, the reality of my situation sinking in deeper with every passing second.
We finally arrived at Sakura's home. She greeted her mom with a cheery voice, her words muffled through the glass. I watched in disbelief as her mom, upon seeing me, smiled and revealed a similar jar hanging from a bracelet on her wrist. The tiny figure inside was just as helpless as I was, confirming my worst fears.
Sakura then headed to her room, her steps becoming softer as we moved across the wooden floors. The room was cozy, filled with familiar objects now magnified to colossal proportions. She detached the keychain from my jar and placed it in a bowl of knick-knacks on her dresser. The world tilted and swayed as I was set down, the glass clinking against other small trinkets. I tried to steady myself, pressing my hands and feet against the cool glass walls.
Sakura began to get ready for a bath, her movements swift and practiced. The light in the room dimmed as the evening deepened, casting long shadows that danced across the walls. She picked up the jar again, her grip firm but gentle, and carried me towards the bathroom.
The bathroom was a cavernous space, the tiles beneath her feet stretching out like an endless plain. Steam filled the air, fogging up the glass slightly and creating a humid, almost suffocating environment. Sakura undressed, her giant form moving with a grace that was both mesmerizing and terrifying.
She stepped into the bath, the water sloshing around her legs as she settled in. The jar bobbed up and down, the motion making me feel seasick. I clung to the sides, trying to keep my balance as the water rocked the jar. Sakura's gaze was intense, her eyes filled with a strange hunger as she looked down at me. The heat of the water seeped through the glass, warming me uncomfortably.
With a slow, deliberate motion, her giant hand reached into the water and picked up the jar. I was lifted once more, the glass slick with condensation. She brought me closer to her lower entrance, the enormous folds of her skin filling my vision. I could see every detail, the texture and movement of her flesh as it twitched in anticipation.
My heart pounded in my chest, a mix of fear and disbelief coursing through me. This couldn't be happening. I was nothing more than a toy in the hands of a girl who saw me as an object of pleasure. The reality was surreal, the scale of everything overwhelming my senses.
Sakura's hand tilted the jar, and I could see the dark, moist entrance looming closer. The air was thick with the scent of her arousal, a heady mix that made my stomach churn. I could hear the subtle sounds of her breath, deep and steady, as she prepared to use me in a way that made my blood run cold.
As I was brought to the threshold of her body, my world narrowed down to the sight of her immense folds, glistening in the dim light. The warmth emanated from her, a stark contrast to the cool glass that encased me. I was powerless, a tiny figure in a vast world, forced to confront the terrifying reality of my new existence.
In that moment, all I could do was brace myself for what was to come, knowing that my fate was now entirely in her hands. The feeling of helplessness was profound, and as the jar moved closer, I could only watch in horror, unable to escape the giant, looming presence of Sakura's entrance.
Sakura's giant fingers pushed the jar inside her with deliberate force, the slick, warm walls of her body enveloping the glass. The pressure was immense, the walls clenching around the jar, the lubricant flowing freely around it. The sensation of being trapped inside this slick, pulsating prison was overwhelming, the heat and pressure almost suffocating.
With a sudden jerk, Sakura yanked the jar back, the force nearly disorienting me as I was thrown against the glass walls. The jar was pushed in again, deeper this time, her body tightening around it in a powerful embrace. The rhythmic motion became a relentless cycle of insertion and withdrawal, each movement rougher than the last.
The glass grew foggy with the heat and moisture from her body, the view outside becoming more and more obscured. The sensation of being plunged into darkness, then yanked back into the light, was dizzying. I clung to the sides of the jar, trying to maintain some semblance of balance in this turbulent nightmare.
After several thrusts, Sakura ripped the jar out of her, bringing it up to her face. Her breath, hot and heavy, fogged up the already grimy glass, obscuring my view. Her eyes, filled with a mix of lust and amusement, locked onto mine. I could feel her gaze penetrating the jar, her massive face filling my entire field of vision.
Her right hand moved down to replace the jar inside her, and she continued to pleasure herself, never breaking eye contact. The intensity of her stare was unsettling, her eyes occasionally going a little cross-eyed as she grew more aroused. The glass vibrated with the sound of her moans, each one reverberating through my tiny prison, making the walls hum with her pleasure.
The jar became heavier with the condensation of her breath, droplets of moisture running down the sides and pooling at the bottom. I was soaked, both from the humidity inside the jar and the lubricant that had seeped in during the earlier thrusts. The air was thick with the scent of her arousal, a potent mix that filled the jar and left me feeling nauseous.
Sakura's moans grew louder, each one a thunderous roar that echoed around me. The rhythm of her movements became more frantic, her eyes wide and wild as she neared her climax. She continued to stare at me, her gaze intense and unyielding, even as her body shook with the force of her pleasure.
With a final, loud moan, Sakura reached her climax. Her body trembled, and she dropped the jar into the water with a splash. The sudden plunge into the warm water was a shock, the temperature change making me shiver. The jar bobbed up and down, the water sloshing around me, washing away the grime and lubricant.
I floated there, exhausted and disoriented, the world outside the jar now a distorted blur through the water. Sakura's form loomed above, her breath still heavy as she recovered from her orgasm. The reality of my situation settled over me like a heavy blanket—I was nothing more than a toy, a mere object of her desire, trapped in a tiny glass prison at her mercy.
I watched from my tiny glass prison as the colossal form of Sakura began her washing routine. The sheer scale of her movements was mesmerizing, each motion deliberate and graceful, yet powerful. Her massive hands reached for a bar of soap, creating a frothy lather that she spread over her skin.
The soap slid over her breasts, the lather clinging to her smooth skin and accentuating the curves. She moved with practiced ease, the water cascading down her body in rivulets, the sound of it mingling with the soft hum of her voice. Her song was gentle, almost hypnotic, a stark contrast to the rough treatment of the jar earlier.
Sakura's hands moved from her chest to other parts of her body, the rhythmic motion of washing both fascinating and disconcerting. The soap suds trailed down her form, creating a cascade of bubbles that caught the light and shimmered. She paused for a moment, looking down at the jar with a blush spreading across her cheeks, a fleeting expression of tenderness that made Naruto's heart ache with confusion.
With careful precision, she picked up the jar, her fingers gentle yet firm around the glass. The warmth of her body had heated the water inside slightly, creating a comforting cocoon despite the strangeness of the situation. Sakura washed the jar, the soap and water cleansing away the remnants of her earlier activities. Each touch was surprisingly tender, her fingers moving delicately over the surface of the glass.
Satisfied, she set the jar aside and climbed out of the tub, water streaming off her body in shimmering sheets. She reached for a towel, drying herself with brisk, efficient motions before slipping into a soft nightgown. The fabric clung to her still-damp skin, the nightgown a pale contrast against her flushed complexion.
Throughout all this, she hummed her beautiful song, the melody weaving through the room and soothing Naruto's frayed nerves. The gentle rise and fall of her voice created a sense of calm, a temporary escape from the chaos of his predicament. For a brief moment, he allowed himself to relax, the sound of her song a balm to his troubled mind.
When she returned to her room, the space was dimly lit, casting soft shadows on the walls. Sakura moved with ease, her nightgown swaying gently with each step. She picked up the jar one last time and, with an almost playful toss, dropped it into her panty drawer. The jar landed with a soft thud, nestled among the folds of fabric.
The drawer closed with a finality that left Naruto in darkness, surrounded by the soft, scented garments. The faint hum of Sakura's song still lingered in the air, a distant memory of comfort in an otherwise claustrophobic space.
As she climbed into bed, the rustling of sheets and the soft sighs of settling in were the only sounds that reached him. The world outside his prison was now muffled and distant, the drawer providing a cocoon of quiet.
Naruto lay in the dark, the reality of his situation pressing down on him. He was trapped, surrounded by the intimate items of a giant girl who saw him as little more than a collectible. Yet, the gentle melody of her song echoed in his mind, a strange comfort in the midst of his helplessness.
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Our tiny hero, tricked by his brother has been turned into a collectors item... What will happen next... Stay tuned to find out...
(This Author does not guarantee Part 2 will be the next chapter...Sorry)