(Tiny Naruto / Aware World)
Naruto–
Laying on top of Tsunade's folded blue lacy panties, I couldn't help but think how crazy my life had become. Just a few days ago, I was training, fighting, and dreaming of becoming Hokage. Now, I'm barely three inches tall, lying on a makeshift bed made of Tsunade's underwear, with nothing but a sea of paper mountains surrounding me. And yet, as strange as it was, I couldn't say I hated it. Not when I had this view.
Above me, Tsunade's colossal form towered, her golden hair cascading like a waterfall as she moved. Every movement she made was mesmerizing. Her breasts, easily larger than mountains from my perspective, swayed gently as she worked through her paperwork. Each time she leaned forward, the subtle bounce of her chest made my heart skip a beat. I'd never really noticed just how beautiful she was until now—or maybe it was just that everything seemed larger and more enchanting when you're small enough to fit in the palm of someone's hand.
From time to time, she'd glance down at me, a small smile playing on her full, red lips. Her eyes, each the size of a building to me, sparkled with amusement and something else I couldn't quite place. Every time she looked at me, it felt like the world stopped. I'd never felt so captivated by a single person before, but then again, I'd never been in a situation like this before either.
"Enjoying yourself, Naruto?" Tsunade's voice boomed from above, the sound of it vibrating through my tiny body. I grinned up at her, giving her a thumbs up in response.
She laughed softly, and I felt the vibrations of her amusement through the soft fabric beneath me. Her fingers, as large as tree trunks, gently plucked me from my perch. The sudden shift in perspective made my stomach lurch, but I trusted Tsunade completely, knowing she wouldn't drop me—well, at least not on purpose.
"Let's have a little fun," she murmured, her breath washing over me like a warm breeze. Before I could ask what she meant, I found myself hovering above her glass of sake. The liquid shimmered like a pond far below, and I had just enough time to brace myself before she dropped me into it.
The cold sake hit me like a shockwave, enveloping me completely. It was like being plunged into an icy waterfall, the force of the liquid rushing past me, threatening to carry me away. I struggled to get my bearings, swimming against the current, but there was no escaping the power of Tsunade's mouth.
Her enormous tongue slipped into the glass, curling around me with surprising gentleness. The texture of it was unlike anything I'd ever felt before—soft, warm, and incredibly powerful. She held me there, suspended on her tongue, as the sake continued to swirl around me. It was a surreal experience, being at the mercy of something so immense, and yet feeling strangely safe.
Tsunade tilted the glass back, and the remaining sake rushed past me in a torrent, dragging me toward her waiting mouth. I could feel the cool liquid washing over me, filling my tiny lungs with the scent of alcohol. My world tilted as she pulled the glass away from her lips, and suddenly, I was falling. Her tongue uncurled, releasing me, and I tumbled into the empty glass below, landing on my back with a soft thud.
For a moment, I just lay there, catching my breath, staring up at the rim of the glass far above. The walls were smooth and slick, and from where I lay, it felt like I was trapped in a deep, empty canyon. I could see Tsunade's face hovering above the rim, her eyes twinkling with amusement as she looked down at me.
"You okay down there, Naruto?" she teased, tapping the glass lightly with one of her massive fingers. The sound echoed around me, making me feel even smaller than I already was.
"Y-Yeah," I called up, trying to sound more confident than I felt. "Just, uh, taking a breather."
She laughed again, a deep, melodic sound that sent vibrations through the glass. "Well, don't get too comfortable," she said, her voice playful. "I'm not done with you yet."
With that, she reached down and gently plucked me from the glass, her enormous fingers easily wrapping around my tiny body. The sensation of being lifted again was dizzying, but I was starting to get used to it—or at least, I was learning to hold onto my lunch.
Tsunade set me back on the blue lacy panties, smoothing out the fabric around me before returning to her paperwork. It was strange how something as simple as a piece of clothing could feel so luxurious when you were this small. The lace was soft beneath my back, almost like a bed made of clouds, and I couldn't help but relax into it.
As Tsunade continued working, I found myself dozing off, the gentle swaying of her movements lulling me into a light sleep. But I was jolted awake by the sound of the door opening. Shizune walked in, carrying a tray of food that looked like it could feed an army.
"Lunch is ready, Lady Tsunade," Shizune announced with a smile. Her eyes fell on me, and she giggled softly. "And I see Naruto's already made himself comfortable."
Tsunade chuckled, glancing down at me. "He's been enjoying the view," she said with a wink, causing Shizune to laugh.
I sat up, rubbing my eyes and trying to shake off the lingering grogginess. But as soon as I saw the plate of food, my stomach growled loudly, and all thoughts of sleep vanished. Without waiting for an invitation, I leaped off the panties, using my chakra to propel myself toward the plate. The food was like a landscape of mountains and valleys, with rice grains the size of boulders and pieces of meat as large as houses.
I didn't hesitate to dig in, tearing into a chunk of meat with all the enthusiasm of someone who hadn't eaten in days. The flavors exploded in my mouth, and I ate with a gusto that made both Tsunade and Shizune laugh. They watched me with amused smiles, and for a moment, it felt like everything was normal—like I wasn't some tiny version of myself trying to navigate a world made for giants.
Tsunade picked up her chopsticks and started eating her own meal, but she didn't forget about me. A couple of times, she playfully tried to scoop me up with her chopsticks, only to "accidentally" drop me back onto the plate at the last second. Each time, my heart pounded in my chest, but I couldn't help laughing along with her. It was all in good fun, and despite the teasing, I knew she was being careful.
After we finished eating, Tsunade gently picked me up again, setting me back on the blue panties. "Time for a nap," she said with a soft smile, her voice filled with affection.
I yawned, realizing just how tired I was. The day had been exhausting in its own way, and the soft fabric beneath me felt even more inviting than before. "Yeah, I guess a nap sounds pretty good," I admitted, stretching out and closing my eyes.
Sleep came quickly, and for a while, I drifted in and out of dreams, my tiny world a blur of colors and sensations. But I was jolted awake by a sudden shift in the air, the feeling of something large and warm hovering above me. I opened my eyes and found myself staring up into Shizune's colossal face, her eyes wide with amusement.
"Good morning, sleepyhead," she teased, her breath washing over me in a warm gust. Her face was so close that I could see every detail—the way her lips curled into a smile, the twinkle in her eyes, and even the tiny freckles that dotted her nose.
I yelped in surprise, scrambling to my feet, my heart racing. The suddenness of it all had startled me, and I couldn't help the brief flash of panic that coursed through me.
Shizune giggled softly, clearly amused by my reaction. "Sorry, didn't mean to scare you," she said, her voice gentle. "But it's the end of the day, and I'm here to take you home."
I breathed a sigh of relief, my heartbeat slowly returning to normal. "It's okay," I mumbled, rubbing the back of my head sheepishly. "Just wasn't expecting to wake up to a giant face."
She chuckled again, and I couldn't help but smile. Despite everything, there was something comforting about the way Shizune treated me—like I was still just Naruto, even if I was only a few inches tall.
She reached down and gently scooped me up bedor, her hand warm and steady beneath me as she placed me on her shoulder. I looked back over her shoulder, catching one last glimpse of Tsunade as she finished her paperwork. She glanced up, meeting my eyes, and gave me a small wave.
"See you tomorrow, Naruto," she called out, her voice filled with warmth.
"Yeah," I called back, waving as best I could from Shizune's hand. "See you tomorrow!"
Balancing on Shizune's shoulder, I could feel every movement she made reverberate through my tiny body. Her shoulder was soft yet firm beneath my feet, and each step she took caused her body to shift slightly, making it a challenge to stay upright. I had to concentrate, using my chakra to anchor myself as the world around me moved with every sway of her hips. The air was warm and filled with the scent of Shizune's perfume, a delicate, floral fragrance that seemed to envelop me completely.
From my perch, the world appeared both familiar and alien. The streets of Konoha stretched out below me, but from this perspective, everything looked massive. Trees that I once leaped through with ease now towered over me like ancient giants, their leaves rustling like a distant roar. The buildings, too, seemed impossibly large, each one a fortress in its own right. And the people—my friends and fellow villagers—moved about like titans, their steps echoing through the ground as they went about their daily lives.
Shizune's voice, soft yet powerful, vibrated through her body and into me as she spoke. "Almost there, Naruto," she murmured, her tone warm and reassuring. I looked up at her face, which loomed above me like a protective mountain. There was something comforting about her presence, a steady calmness that made me feel safe, even in this strange and vulnerable state.
As we approached my house, Shizune's pace slowed, and I felt the subtle shift in her balance as she came to a stop. She reached out with one hand to knock on the door, the sound of her knuckles rapping against the wood reverberating through the air like a deep, rhythmic drumbeat. I braced myself as her shoulder dipped slightly, her muscles tensing beneath my feet as she waited for the door to open.
The door creaked open slowly, and I looked up into the familiar face of Hinata. Her eyes sparkled with warmth and a hint of amusement as she gazed down at me. From my vantage point, her face was a landscape of soft curves and delicate features, her long dark hair cascading down like a silken curtain. "Hello, Shizune," Hinata greeted, her voice a gentle melody that seemed to resonate through the air. Then, with a playful giggle, she added, "Here to return my little pet Hokage?"
The way she said it, with that sweet yet teasing lilt to her voice, sent a thrill through me. I couldn't help but grin as she extended her hand toward me, her fingers forming a platform for me to leap onto. With a light push of chakra, I launched myself from Shizune's shoulder and landed softly on Hinata's outstretched palm. The warmth of her skin seeped into me, and I could feel the subtle pulse of her heartbeat through the pads of my feet.
I didn't hesitate as I ran up her arm, my tiny feet barely making a sound on her smooth, warm skin. Her scent—sweet, with a hint of something floral—filled my senses as I climbed higher, my heart pounding in anticipation. As I reached her shoulder, I paused for just a moment, taking in the sight of her soft, inviting cleavage before leaping forward with all the enthusiasm I could muster.
I dove into the valley between her breasts, the soft, warm flesh enveloping me immediately. The sensation was overwhelming, her skin silky and smooth against my body as I burrowed deeper into her cleavage. Her breasts were warm and yielding, their gentle curves pressing in on me from all sides, cradling me in a way that made me feel both protected and incredibly aware of my own smallness. The scent of her skin, mixed with the faint aroma of her perfume, was intoxicating, and I couldn't help but take a deep breath, letting it fill my lungs.
I nestled myself deeper between her breasts, the soft fabric of her shirt adding another layer of warmth and comfort. Only my head and arms were visible now, the rest of my body hidden in the plush embrace of her cleavage. I could feel the subtle rise and fall of her chest with each breath she took, the gentle movement lulling me into a sense of security. It was as if I were being held in the most intimate, tender embrace imaginable, and I couldn't help but relax into it.
Shizune's laughter echoed around me, her voice filled with amusement. "Looks like he's found a cozy spot," she teased, leaning in to give me a playful poke on the head. Her massive finger descended from above, and despite its size, her touch was surprisingly gentle. The tap on my head sent a pleasant shiver down my spine, reminding me of just how small and vulnerable I was in this world of giants.
"Goodbye, Naruto," Shizune said, her smile warm and affectionate as she gazed down at me. Her breath washed over me in a soft gust, ruffling my hair as she spoke. I managed to wave back, a tiny gesture that felt almost comical given the scale of everything around me.
Hinata's chest rose and fell with each breath she took, the motion causing her breasts to shift slightly, squeezing me gently between them. The sensation was indescribable, a combination of warmth, softness, and a subtle, rhythmic pressure that made my heart race. As Hinata lifted her arm to wave goodbye to Shizune, her breasts pressed in even tighter around me, molding to the shape of my body and making it difficult to move. I could feel the fabric of her bra stretching and compressing, the delicate lace adding a tantalizing texture against my skin.
With a final giggle, Hinata turned and began to walk inside, her footsteps creating a gentle sway that only served to heighten the sensations I was experiencing. Each step she took caused her breasts to bounce slightly, the soft flesh pressing and shifting around me in a way that was both comforting and sensual. I was completely surrounded by her warmth, the scent of her skin and the steady rhythm of her heartbeat filling my senses as the world outside faded into the background.
The atmosphere grew dimmer as Hinata closed the door behind us, the light filtering through the fabric of her shirt creating a soft, muted glow around me. The darkness, combined with the warmth and softness of her breasts, created an intimate cocoon that made me feel completely at ease. I could barely see anything, but that only served to heighten my other senses—the feel of her skin against mine, the sound of her breathing, the subtle scent of her perfume.
As Hinata continued to walk, her breasts swayed and shifted with each step, pressing me even deeper into the plush embrace of her cleavage. The pressure was constant but gentle, her breasts molding around me in a way that made me feel like I was being cradled in the most intimate of embraces. It was a strange yet exhilarating sensation, being so completely enveloped by her body, her warmth and softness surrounding me on all sides.
Finally, Hinata came to a stop in the kitchen, the scent of various ingredients already beginning to fill the air. She looked down as best she could, trying to catch a glimpse of me nestled between her breasts. "Naruto," she said, her voice a mix of sweetness and command, "we have a guest coming for dinner, so I need to start cooking. But that doesn't mean you can't help. I need you to keep yourself busy by making me feel good."
Her words sent a thrill through me, her tone both loving and authoritative in a way that made my pulse quicken. I knew better than to argue, especially in this situation. The thought of pleasing her, of making her feel good, filled me with a sense of purpose and excitement.
With a mischievous smile, Hinata reached down and gently tugged at her shirt and bra, creating just enough of a gap for me to slip further down into the depths of her cleavage. The motion caused me to tumble deeper into her soft, warm flesh, until I found myself pressed against the firm, sensitive swell of her nipple.
The sensation was electric. Her skin was smooth and supple, but her nipple was firm and slightly textured, a stark contrast to the softness of the surrounding flesh. I could feel the heat radiating from her body, her scent becoming even more intoxicating as I pressed myself against her. Instinctively, I wrapped my arms around her nipple, holding on tightly as I prepared to do exactly as she asked.
Hinata's voice reached me again, muffled by the layers of fabric and flesh, but still clear enough to understand. "Better get to work, pet," she said with a playful giggle before releasing her bra, allowing it to snap back into place. The force of it pressed me even tighter against her breast, trapping me between the soft warmth of her skin and the firm material of her bra. The pressure was intense, but it only served to heighten my arousal, the sense of being so completely surrounded by her filling me with a mix of excitement and desire.
It was dark within the confines of her bra, the world around me reduced to nothing but the soft glow of my own chakra and the overwhelming sensations of her body. With a deep breath, I focused, letting Kurama's chakra flow through me to enhance my senses even further. The amber light cast by the chakra illuminated the vast expanse of her breast, highlighting every curve and contour of the soft, yielding flesh.
With determination and a growing sense of excitement, I began to lick and suck at her nipple, using my tiny body to pleasure her as best I could. My tongue traced delicate patterns across the sensitive surface, each flick and stroke designed to elicit the maximum amount of pleasure. I could feel the slight tremors in her body, the subtle shifts and changes in her breathing that told me I was having an effect.
The world around me was filled with the overwhelming sensations of warmth, softness, and the subtle vibrations of Hinata's movements. As I continued to lick, suck, and rub against her giant nipple, I was completely immersed in the task at hand. The texture of her skin was smooth and supple beneath my tiny hands, and every flick of my tongue across her sensitive flesh seemed to draw a response from her—her breath catching, her heartbeat quickening, or her body shifting slightly as she worked in the kitchen.
I could hear the distant sounds of Hinata preparing food, the clatter of pots and pans, the sizzle of something cooking on the stove. But all of that felt secondary to the sensation of her body against mine. I had no idea how much time had passed since I'd started, but it didn't matter. The world outside of this soft, warm cocoon felt distant and unimportant. All that mattered was Hinata and the pleasure I was bringing her.
The darkness surrounding me was comforting, the only light coming from the faint glow of my chakra, which I used to see in the enclosed space of her bra. Each time I latched onto her nipple, I could feel the way her body responded, the subtle changes in her posture or the way her breathing would hitch slightly. It was an intimate connection, one that made me feel closer to her than I ever had before. And despite the strangeness of the situation, there was a part of me that reveled in it, that enjoyed being able to bring her pleasure in such a unique way.
Suddenly, the world around me shifted, and I felt a pressure on all sides as Hinata cupped her breasts. The sensation of being squeezed between her soft mounds was both overwhelming and exhilarating, the warmth of her skin pressing in from all sides. I paused for a moment, my heart racing as I tried to steady myself, but before I could regain my focus, I heard Hinata's voice, muffled but clear, calling out that she was coming.
There was a sudden sense of urgency in her movements, and I could feel the rapid bounce and sway of her breasts as she began to walk quickly. The rhythmic motion of her steps sent waves of pressure through her chest, each one pressing me deeper into her flesh.
The world around me was a blur of sensations—softness, warmth, the faint scent of her skin, and the sound of her heartbeat pounding in my ears. I could feel myself being jostled with every step she took, the soft, rhythmic bounce of her breasts making it hard to focus on anything but the immediate sensations surrounding me.
I stopped my licking and sucking for a moment, trying to make sense of what was happening. The door creaked open, and a deep, booming voice echoed through the air, vibrating through Hinata's body and into mine. "Thanks for the invitation, Hinata," the voice said, each word resonating with a deep, powerful timbre that I recognized immediately.
It was A, the Fourth Raikage.
My mind raced as I tried to comprehend the situation. What was the Raikage doing here? Why hadn't Hinata mentioned this to me earlier? But before I could dwell on those questions, I felt the world tilt sharply as Hinata turned around to invite A inside. The sudden motion caused me to be pressed even more firmly into her breast, the soft flesh molding around me as I was squished between her body and the firm fabric of her bra. The sensation was intense, the pressure making it hard to breathe for a moment, but it also heightened my awareness of every sensation—the warmth of her skin, the texture of her nipple beneath my hands, the steady beat of her heart.
Hinata's voice, soft and polite, responded to A's greeting, and I could feel the subtle vibrations of her words through her chest. As they walked inside, I could hear their conversation, though it was muffled by the layers of flesh and fabric surrounding me.
"How are you and Naruto handling his... shrinking incident?" A asked, his voice filled with curiosity and concern.
Hinata paused for a moment before replying, her tone tinged with a hint of sadness. "It's definitely been an adjustment," she admitted, her voice soft but clear. "But we've... come to an arrangement."
An arrangement? My mind struggled to process her words. I didn't remember making any such arrangement with her, but before I could think about it further, I felt the world shift again as Hinata and A sat down at the dinner table. The pressure around me lessened slightly as she settled into her seat, but the warmth and softness of her body still surrounded me completely.
Without warning, I felt Hinata's fingers reach into her bra, gently pulling me out from between her breasts. The sudden rush of cool air was jarring after being enveloped in warmth for so long, and I blinked as the light of the dining room flooded my senses. Before I could say anything, Hinata dropped me onto the middle of her plate, the sudden impact sending a shock through my tiny body.
I landed hard on the pile of food, the scent of rice, vegetables, and chicken filling my nose as I struggled to regain my bearings. The food was still warm from the stove, and the heat radiated up from the plate, making the air around me thick and humid. I tried to stand up, but the uneven surface of the food made it difficult, and I ended up slipping slightly before finally managing to get to my feet.
I looked up at Hinata, ready to ask her what she was doing, but before I could get the words out, her colossal chopsticks descended from above, grabbing a piece of food next to me and sending a shower of rice grains tumbling onto my head. The sheer scale of everything around me was overwhelming—the chopsticks, which once seemed like simple utensils, now appeared as massive pillars that moved with precision and speed. Hinata and A's voices boomed above me, their conversation continuing as if I weren't even there.
The realization that I was being completely ignored hit me hard, and I couldn't help but feel a pang of frustration. But at the same time, there was something oddly thrilling about being in this position—surrounded by giant food, with the looming presence of my wife and one of the most powerful shinobi in the world just above me. The situation was surreal, and yet, here I was, right in the middle of it.
I decided to make the best of it and reached for a piece of chicken that had fallen near me. The piece was larger than I was, and it took some effort to tear off a small chunk, but the taste was familiar and comforting. As I chewed, I glanced up at Hinata, wondering if she would acknowledge me or if I was just going to be left to fend for myself in this giant world.
My thoughts were interrupted as Hinata's chopsticks came down again, this time reaching for the very piece of chicken I was eating from. I barely had time to react before the chopsticks closed around the meat, forcing me to jump out of the way at the last second. I stumbled and nearly fell, but managed to catch myself just in time to watch the piece of chicken ascend to the heavens, carried by those enormous wooden pillars.
I looked up, my heart pounding in my chest as I watched the chicken disappear between Hinata's purple-painted lips. Her mouth opened slightly, revealing the glistening, saliva-coated cavern within, and then, with a soft, almost inaudible gulp, the piece of chicken was gone.
The sight sent a shiver down my spine, a stark reminder of just how small and vulnerable I was in this situation. But I couldn't dwell on that for long—there was still more food to eat, and I needed to keep my strength up. I continued to tear off small pieces of chicken and rice, doing my best to stay out of the way of Hinata's chopsticks as she and A continued their meal.
Despite my efforts to remain unnoticed, the inevitable happened. As I reached for another piece of chicken, I felt a sudden pressure on my back as I was caught by one of Hinata's chopsticks. The sensation of being lifted into the air was disorienting, the wind howling around me as I was carried higher and higher. The ground below fell away, leaving me with nothing but the sight of Hinata's enormous face looming above me, her lips parting once again to reveal the dark, wet cavern of her mouth.
I wiggled and struggled, trying to free myself from the sticky ball of rice that had trapped me, and just as I was about to be deposited into her waiting mouth, I managed to break free. The rice continued on its journey, disappearing into Hinata's mouth with a soft slurp, while I fell back down toward the table.
The fall seemed to last forever, the world spinning around me as I plummeted toward the hard surface below. But instead of landing on the plate, I hit something soft and cushioned—Hinata's napkin. The impact knocked the wind out of me, but I was grateful for the relatively gentle landing. I lay there for a moment, catching my breath and trying to process everything that had just happened.
The sound of Hinata and A's conversation continued above me, their voices a distant rumble as I slowly sat up and looked around. The napkin was a vast, white landscape, crumpled and folded in places, but offering a momentary reprieve from the chaos of the meal.
As I lay on Hinata's napkin, covered in sticky remnants of food, I took a moment to try and clean myself up. The napkin was soft, the fabric slightly coarse against my skin as I rubbed myself against it, trying to remove the bits of rice and sauce clinging to me. Despite my efforts, I could only do so much—there was no getting rid of the stickiness completely. The task was frustrating, but I knew it was necessary; being this small, even the tiniest bit of residue could make moving difficult.
Just as I was finishing up, I noticed a shadow looming over me, growing larger by the second. Instinctively, I looked up, my breath catching in my throat as I saw Hinata's enormous hand descending toward me. Her fingers, slender and elegant, moved with practiced ease as they reached for the napkin. Before I could react, her hand grasped the fabric from the back, and I found myself being lifted into the air.
The sensation of being lifted so suddenly was disorienting. The world around me became a blur as I was carried higher and higher, the ground falling away beneath me until I was face-to-face with Hinata's massive, purple-painted lips and the soft curve of her chin. I was still stuck to the napkin, the sticky remnants of food holding me in place, unable to do anything but watch as her lips, glossy and full, came closer.
Hinata held the napkin in front of her face for a moment, her breath washing over me in warm, rhythmic waves. Then, with a delicate movement, she brought the napkin to her mouth and began to dab at her lips. Each press of the napkin forced me into the plush softness of her lips, the pressure flattening me against the fabric with every gentle dab. The scent of her lip gloss was overwhelming up close, a sweet, floral aroma that filled my senses as I was pressed into her face over and over.
Every time the napkin touched her lips, I felt the impact reverberate through my tiny body, the force of it squeezing me tighter against the fabric. The texture of her lips was soft yet firm, the smooth surface yielding slightly under the pressure, and I could feel the warmth of her skin through the napkin. It was a strange sensation, being so close to her in such an intimate way, yet completely unable to move or speak.
After what felt like an eternity, Hinata pulled the napkin away from her face and began to squeeze it into a ball. The pressure around me intensified as the napkin crumpled, the fabric closing in on me from all sides. I could feel myself being squished tighter and tighter, the sticky residue on my skin holding me in place as the napkin was compacted into a small, tight ball.
Then, with a casual motion, Hinata dropped the napkin onto her plate. The impact was jarring, the force of the landing knocking the wind out of me as the napkin unfurled slightly upon hitting the food. I tumbled out of the napkin and onto the plate with a groan, landing among the remnants of her meal. The world around me was still spinning slightly from the abrupt movements, and it took me a moment to catch my breath and take in my surroundings.
The plate was a vast, messy landscape of leftover food, with bits of rice, vegetables, and sauce scattered everywhere. I pushed myself to my feet, wiping off more sticky residue as I tried to get my bearings. My body ached from the rough handling, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of helplessness in this strange situation. But before I could fully process what had just happened, I felt another shift in the world around me.
Hinata stood up, her movements causing the plate to tilt slightly as she gathered it and A's plate together. I struggled to keep my balance as she carried the plates to the kitchen, the ground beneath me swaying with each step she took. The sound of her footsteps echoed through the room, each one a thunderous boom that reverberated through the air and sent tremors through the plate.
As she reached the sink, I felt a momentary sense of dread. Would she toss the plates into the water with me still on it? The thought sent a chill down my spine, but instead, Hinata gently placed the plates in the sink and turned to walk away. Just as she reached the kitchen door, she stopped abruptly, as if remembering something important. I watched as she snapped her fingers, the sound sharp and decisive, before turning back toward the sink with a thoughtful expression.
I held my breath as Hinata began to search the sink, her eyes scanning the plates for any sign of me. For a moment, it seemed like she might give up, her expression growing frustrated as she muttered to herself. "He must be on the table…" she said aloud, her voice tinged with annoyance.
Panic welled up inside me as I realized she might walk away without finding me. Desperation fueled my actions, and I quickly formed the necessary hand seals, summoning a small fireball jutsu. The tiny burst of flame flared up in front of me, illuminating my location with a brief, bright light.
Hinata's eyes snapped to the source of the flame, her expression shifting from frustration to relief as she finally spotted me. She reached into the sink, her fingers gently pinching me between them as she lifted me out of the water and up to her face. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she took in my appearance, and I could see the faintest hint of displeasure in her gaze.
"Eww, you're sticky," she muttered, her voice filled with mild disgust. "Can you not be gross just once?"
Before I could respond, she turned on the tap, and I found myself being held under the rushing water. The force of the stream was intense, the cold liquid pounding against my body as it washed away the sticky residue from the food. The pressure was almost too much to bear, the water hammering down on me like a relentless storm, but I gritted my teeth and endured it. I could feel the stickiness being stripped away, leaving me clean but thoroughly soaked.
After what felt like an eternity, Hinata finally pulled me out from under the tap, her fingers holding me firmly in her grasp. The water dripped from my tiny body, and I shivered slightly from the chill, but at least I was clean. As I lay in her palm, cradled by her warm skin, I looked up at her face, unsure of what to expect next.
Hinata's expression had softened as she gazed down at me, her eyes filled with a mix of affection and something else—something more serious. She cupped me gently in her hand, bringing me closer to her face as she spoke. "Look... I have needs, Naruto… you know this very well," she said, her voice low and tender. "But the thing is… you can no longer fill those needs."
Her words hit me like a punch to the gut. I stared up at her, trying to process what she was saying, but it was hard to grasp the full meaning behind her words. She continued, her tone soft yet firm. "I think you understand now why A is here… this is going to happen… do you want to be a part of it and have fun with us, or… do you want me to put you in a drawer until morning?"
I was at a loss for words, my mind racing as I tried to wrap my head around what she was proposing. The idea of being left out, of being stowed away in some drawer like an afterthought, was almost too much to bear. But at the same time, the thought of being involved in whatever was about to happen filled me with a mix of fear and uncertainty.
As I lay there, trying to find the right words, Hinata gave me a light bounce in her hand, her voice growing more insistent. "Well… are you in or out? I need to know."
I opened my mouth to respond, but the words caught in my throat. My heart was pounding in my chest, and I could feel a cold sweat forming on my brow. Finally, I managed to nod, though the motion was small and uncertain.
That wasn't good enough for Hinata. Her eyes narrowed slightly, and her voice took on a more commanding tone. "Speak, pet," she ordered, her words booming in the air around me.
The force of her voice snapped me out of my hesitation, and I found myself blurting out, "OK!... OK!... I'm… in, I guess."
Hinata's stern expression softened, and she giggled softly, a sound that was both sweet and slightly unnerving. "Good," she purred, her voice filled with satisfaction. "This is going to be fun."
Without another word, she shifted her hand, tilting her palm just enough to let me slide into the warm valley of her cleavage. I could feel the soft, yielding flesh close in around me as she pressed me deeper between her breasts, the warmth and softness enveloping me completely. The world around me grew dark and intimate, her heartbeat a steady, soothing rhythm that vibrated through her body and into mine.
As she began to walk back toward the dining room, her breasts bounced slightly with each step, pressing me even tighter into her flesh. The sound of her voice, now laced with a sensual tone, echoed through the darkness around me. "Ooo, A-sama… are you ready, baby?" she called out in a teasing manner, her words sending a shiver down my spine.
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Hey everyone,
Sorry to leave you hanging, the next chapter will be Part 2.
We still haven't replaced my supervisor, and work has been offering a lot of overtime, so I've been really busy.
I ran out of time to finish this chapter before I need to get some rest, and I don't want to rush the bedroom part because I want it to be great.
I wanted to at least give you something in the meantime, and I hope this will tide you over until next week.
Next week, I'll post Part 2 of this chapter and Chapter 1 of my Harry Potter transformation story.
I'm also working on a Tiny Naruto/Unaware Shizune story that's about halfway done, along with a new Izuku shrinking concept, so you can expect those to come out soon.
Thanks for your understanding!