Narumi—
I stood on a colossal wooden table, feeling a strange mix of excitement and anxiety bubbling inside me. The air was thick with the scent of polished wood and a hint of the herbal tea favored by the elders. Today marked the end of one chapter of my life and the beginning of another.
My name is Narumi, once a vibrant kunoichi of Konoha, now reduced to a mere four inches tall by a mysterious shrinking virus. The virus not only reduced our size but turned our bodies to rubber, leaving us indestructible yet painfully sensitive to touch. No
longer considered humans, we had been repurposed as tools for the shinobi forces.
I glanced around at my fellow "graduates," each of us standing no taller than six inches. We were all lined up, awaiting our assignments to the Jonin level ninja who would use us as they saw fit. The room buzzed with anticipation and dread, a tangible tension that made the air feel heavy. The giant doors creaked open, and the towering figures of our potential partners strode in, their footsteps echoing like thunder in the vast chamber.
My friend Kiba, a spirited and loyal comrade, was picked up by Kurenai Yuhi. I watched as she lifted him with a look of mild disgust, her delicate fingers wrapping around his tiny form. Kurenai brought Kiba up to her face, her expression unreadable.
Her breath, warm and fragrant, washed over him, and I saw his tiny body tense. Without a word, she slipped him into her open toe boot. My heart raced as I watched her place him on the insole, right beneath her foot. I could barely breathe as her foot descended, pressing down on him.
To my horror, I saw Kiba's body begin to flatten under the pressure. His limbs splayed out, his torso compressing into the insole of her boot. Despite his rubbery form, the sight was agonizing to witness. Kurenai applied more pressure, her foot settling into place, leaving Kiba squished beneath her. The look of discomfort on his tiny face as he was flattened was almost unbearable to see.
Yet, despite the pain, Kiba's body didn't break. The virus had made us resilient, but watching my friend be used this way was a stark reminder of our new reality. Kurenai, seemingly satisfied, adjusted her boot and stood up, her weight now fully pressing down on Kiba. I could only imagine the intense discomfort he was enduring, flattened and trapped beneath her foot.
Next, my gaze shifted to Hinata. She stood with her usual quiet strength, though I could see the anxiety in her eyes. The imposing figure of Anko Mitarashi loomed over her, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. Anko's hand descended, her fingers curling around Hinata's delicate frame with a swift, almost playful motion.
Anko lifted Hinata close to her face, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. She brought Hinata right up to her lips, her warm breath washing over Hinata's tiny form. Then, with deliberate slowness, Anko extended her tongue and began to lick Hinata from head to toe. Each pass of her tongue left a slick trail of saliva, covering Hinata's entire body. The sensation must have been overwhelming, the roughness of Anko's tongue combined with the warm, sticky moisture.
Anko licked her again and again, ensuring every inch of Hinata was thoroughly coated in saliva. The sight was both disturbing and mesmerizing. Hinata's tiny body glistened under the layer of saliva, her eyes wide with a mixture of shock and helplessness. Finally, when Anko seemed satisfied with her work, she lifted Hinata higher, bringing her over her chest.
Anko's cleavage loomed like a mountain range, vast and intimidating. With a careless flick of her wrist, she dropped Hinata into the deep valley between her breasts. Hinata disappeared almost instantly into the soft, warm flesh. Anko then squeezed her breasts together, the massive mounds of flesh enveloping Hinata completely. The pressure must have been intense, the warmth and the steady thump of Anko's heartbeat surrounding her.
"She won't be shy anymore in a couple of days," Anko announced with a chuckle, the sound reverberating through her chest.
After witnessing the distressing scenes with Kiba and Hinata, my attention was drawn to another familiar figure. Rock Lee stood with his characteristic resolve, even in his shrunken state. His intense eyes scanned the room, searching for his sensei. The towering figure of Might Guy approached, his exuberant presence impossible to miss. His eyes gleamed with pride and affection as he looked down at Rock Lee.
With a swift and enthusiastic motion, Might Guy picked up Rock Lee, holding him gently in his palm. He brought Rock Lee up to his face, his smile as wide as ever. "My youthful apprentice!" he boomed, his voice vibrating through the air. His breath was warm and filled with the scent of fresh mint, washing over Rock Lee.
"Do not worry, my youthful student," Might Guy continued, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "You will be with me always, right where you belong!"
Guy then did something unexpected. With a dramatic flair, he held open the collar of his green jumpsuit from his neck, revealing his well-defined chest and abs. Without a moment's hesitation, he dropped Rock Lee down the opening. I watched, my eyes widening, as Rock Lee's tiny form disappeared into the jumpsuit.
For a moment, there was no movement. Then, I could see the small outline of Rock Lee through the tight fabric of Guy's suit. He had gotten stuck between Might Guy's giant abs, the firm muscles holding him in place. The sight was almost surreal, Rock Lee's tiny form distinctly visible against the ridges of Guy's powerful abdomen.
Despite the unusual situation, Guy's enthusiasm never waned. "You will stay close to my heart, Rock Lee!" he declared, his voice filled with pride. "Together, we will continue to pursue the path of youth and strength!"
As Guy moved, I could see Rock Lee's tiny outline shift slightly, the pressure of the muscles around him evident. It was clear that despite the strangeness of it all, Rock Lee was secure within the embrace of Guy's body
Finally, Kakashi Hatake approached, his posture relaxed and his single visible eye half-lidded with apparent disinterest. He reached down and lazily picked me up, holding me in front of his masked face. His breath, warm and slightly minty, created gentle gusts of air that ruffled my hair. I looked into his giant eye, trying to gauge his thoughts, but his expression remained unreadable. Mustering my courage, I flashed him my brightest smile and introduced myself, my tiny voice sounding almost comically high-pitched.
"Hello, Kakashi-sensei! My name is Narumi Uzumaki, and I'm ready to serve!"
His eye didn't waver, the bored look never changing. He sighed loudly, the sound rumbling through me like distant thunder. "Right," he said simply, lowering me into his pouch. The interior was dimly lit, a soft orange glow emanating from the spine of a book. I was pressed against the cover, the title "Icha Icha Romance, Tiny Edition" emblazoned in bold letters. The irony of my situation wasn't lost on me; here I was, a ninja trained for combat and espionage, relegated to sharing space with a perverted novel.
The pouch zipped closed, plunging me into a twilight-like gloom. As Kakashi began to walk, the book shifted, pressing against me with each step. The constant motion jostled me, making it hard to find a stable position. Despite the awkwardness, I felt a strange sense of security. Kakashi might not have shown much enthusiasm, but I knew of his skills and reputation. Perhaps under his guidance, I could still make a difference.
Kakashi's steps were steady, each one sending a tremor through his body that reverberated around me. Squished between his giant book and the wall of the pouch, I struggled to find a comfortable position. The constant motion made it nearly impossible, my rubbery body bending and flexing with every jostle. The faint scent of Kakashi's sweat mixed with the musty odor of the book, creating a unique aroma that filled my senses. It was a reminder of my new reality, one where I was nothing more than a tool to be used.
After what felt like an eternity, the rhythm of Kakashi's steps changed, slowing down before stopping altogether. I heard the faint creak of a door opening and closing, followed by the rustle of clothing as he moved about his home. Finally, he lay down, and I felt the shift as his body relaxed onto a soft surface. The zipper of the pouch opened, and light flooded in, temporarily blinding me.
Kakashi's enormous hand reached in, fingers closing around both me and the book. He lifted us out, and before I could react, I found myself dropped unceremoniously onto his crotch. The warmth and firmness of his body beneath me were disconcerting. Above me, Kakashi brought the book to his face, opening it to begin reading. His eyes flicked down to me, his gaze calm and commanding.
"Get to work," he said, his voice as indifferent as ever.
For a moment, I hesitated, unsure of what exactly he expected me to do. His eyes, however, made it clear. He cleared his throat, the sound rumbling through the air with intent. Steeling myself, I slid under the waistband of his pants, the elastic snapping lightly behind me. The musky scent of his arousal hit me immediately, a potent blend of sweat and masculinity.
The dim light filtering through the fabric of his pants cast eerie shadows, illuminating the giant tent formed by his erection. I moved toward it, activating the chakra in my hands to stimulate his sensitive skin. As my hands made contact, I felt the massive organ twitch, accompanied by a low, guttural moan from above. Encouraged, I continued my ministrations, getting closer until I could wrap my entire body around it.
The heat emanating from his member was intense, the pulse of his arousal palpable. I used my chakra to enhance the sensations, feeling every ridge and vein beneath my fingers. I kissed the smooth skin, my lips barely covering a fraction of its surface. The musky scent grew stronger, surrounding me completely. As I continued to kiss and stimulate him, I felt his response in the form of subtle movements and muffled sounds of pleasure.
I began to climb, my rubbery body molding to his skin as I ascended. Each kiss left a trail of warmth, and the chakra in my hands added an electric tingle to every touch. Finally, I reached the head, which pressed firmly against the fabric of his pants. Wedging myself between his head and the cloth, I let my body mold around it, my face pressing into the slit. I licked tentatively, tasting the salty pre-cum that oozed from it.
The reaction was immediate. Kakashi's member twitched violently, and I heard a sharp intake of breath from above. I continued my efforts, licking and kissing the sensitive head while my body molded around it, amplifying the sensations with my chakra. The intensity of his arousal grew, his erection throbbing beneath me.
The pressure built, and I felt the entire organ tense beneath me. Moments later, thick spurts of cum erupted, covering me from head to toe. The force of it knocked me loose, and I slipped down, landing in the coarse forest of Kakashi's pubic hair. The warmth of his release coated me completely, the smell overwhelming.
One of Kakashi's giant hands reached in, fingers closing around my tiny, cum-covered form. He pulled me out by an arm, holding me up to his face. His eyes were half-open, a lazy satisfaction gleaming in their depths.
The mask slipped down, revealing his mouth. His tongue, rough and warm, extended towards me, and with deliberate slowness, he began to lick me clean. The first touch of his tongue on my face was overwhelming, the rough surface dragging over my skin, removing the sticky residue of his release. The taste and scent of his musk lingered, an intimate reminder of what had transpired.
Kakashi's licks were slow and deliberate, each one methodically cleansing a part of my tiny form. He moved down to my breasts, his tongue swirling around each one individually, the warm, rough texture sending shivers through me. The sensation was a mixture of discomfort and odd intimacy, his breath washing over me in warm gusts.
He continued down to my legs, his tongue trailing along my thighs and calves, removing every trace of his climax. The rhythmic, almost methodical motions were oddly soothing despite the surreal nature of the situation. Each pass of his tongue left my skin feeling hypersensitive, clean but tingling from the rough texture.
Without warning, Kakashi lifted me closer to his mouth. His lips parted, and he gently sucked in the top half of my body, his tongue continuing its meticulous work. The warmth and moisture of his mouth enveloped me, the humid air making it hard to breathe. I felt the rough surface of his tongue against my stomach and chest, exploring every inch, ensuring no part was left untouched.
The sensation was overwhelming. Inside his mouth, the world was dark and humid, the sound of his breathing and the movements of his tongue filling my senses. Despite the fear, there was a strange sense of security in his deliberate actions. I was a tool, yes, but in that moment, I felt a peculiar bond, a connection forged through the intimacy of our shared experiences.
Finally, satisfied with his work, Kakashi withdrew me from his mouth. His eye flicked over my now-clean body, a thoughtful look crossing his features. He pulled back, examining me with a thoughtful look. "You'll work out just fine," he said, his voice a low rumble. He held me there for a moment, suspended in the air, before gently dropping me onto the nightstand.
I landed softly on the cool surface of his "Icha Icha Romance" book, the contrast between the cold paper and the warmth of his mouth a stark reminder of my new reality.
Exhaustion washed over me. The events of the day, the emotional and physical strain, left me too tired to think. I lay there, catching my breath, my tiny body finally clean but utterly spent. Kakashi's presence loomed above me, a silent guardian as I drifted into a state of weary relaxation.
In the dim light of his room, with the giant book beneath me, I felt a strange sense of acceptance. This was my life now, my role in the grand scheme of things. Despite the challenges, despite the strangeness, I was determined to adapt, to survive. As my eyes began to close, the last thing I saw was Kakashi's thoughtful gaze, watching over me as I slipped into an exhausted sleep.
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