Having been left alone with Sakura after the pink-haired ninja sent Sarada out on an errand, Boruto found his gaze drifting awkwardly around, going from one object to the next before settling on Sakura's sandaled feet as if drawn to them by some force. That had been happening very often of late, not only with Sakura, but with any woman who showed her feet around him—whenever his mind drifted, his gaze always went to their feet, sometimes staying there for minutes at a time.

This time he had only been looking at Sakura's feet for a few seconds when she turned to look at him. He returned her look, trying not to seem too embarrassed, though he didn't really know what he would be embarrassed about. Surely there was nothing wrong with looking at someone's feet. Maybe it was strange but there was no harm in it, right? But he still gulped when Sakura gave him a smile that seemed to say she knew all about his staring.

“You like looking at feet?” she asked. Boruto tried to deny it, but she was having none of that. “Stop pretending you don't; only a blind woman could miss the looks you've been giving me recently. When I came in the room, your eyes instantly went down to my feet, and before that you were looking at Sarada's.” She slipped her sandals off and walked towards him, her bare feet capturing his gaze. “I can understand you being into hers, but looking at someone my age like that? Aren't you a bit young to be interested in women like me? Not that I mind it, myself. In fact, I think you and my feet should get more closely acquainted.”So fixated was Boruto on her feet that he didn't notice when Sakura started a series of hand signs, nor did he notice himself start shrinking. Hand on her hip, Sakura watched Boruto's with great amusement, waiting to see when it would sink in for him. It was only when he reached two feet tall that he jumped in alarm, noticing that he barely came up to her knees now. He took some startled steps back, only for her to catch up to him in a single stride and push him to the floor with her foot on his chest, watching as his shrinking continued.

Boruto grabbed Sakura's foot by the sides, meaning to try and push it off, but as soon as he felt her sole in his hands, he forgot all about that. Running his hands against over her foot, he quietly allowed himself to shrink, entranced by the whole process of Sakura's foot growing to cover more of his body.

It wasn't long before he got so small that his head was nestled under her toes, and soon after that he was well and truly blanketed by her sole—and still shrinking, without any clear notion of how small he had gotten, or any care for that matter. All he knew was that he loved being under her foot. It wasn't until that foot was lifted from him that he saw just how tiny he was now, and the realization shocked him; at the size of an ant, even the toes in front of him were a good ten times his height at the least.

“Is that enough foot for you? Or would you rather be a grain of sand next to me? I can make you that small, if that's what you want,” she said, wiggling her toes before him. The idea of being nothing but a speck of dust at her feet was terrifying, yet so very tantalizing at the same time. To be so small that her toes were the size of mountains to him... why was that such an attractive thought? “I suppose this size is good enough for your first time. I wouldn't want to lose track of you so soon.”“First time”? Did Sakura mean to shrink him down again in the future? Maybe he would start visiting Sarada more often.

“Anyway, Sarada should be back any moment now, so... Stay put while I pick you up.” Boruto gaped in awe as her foot rose into the air. As her twitching toes descended on him, he found himself gripped between a pair of them and lifted into the air.

Slipping her sandals back on, Sakura wiggled her toes a bit, making sure that Boruto was securely nestled under them, then went out to the kitchen with him in tow.

Nestled comfortably in his little nook, Boruto closed his eyes and basked in the sensations of her foot, taking in the musty atmosphere, the warmth of her skin, and the slight smell of dirt and sweat all around him. He was in heaven, and if you'd asked him right then, he would have told you he never wanted to leave this place.

After Sarada got back from her errand, Sakura made up an excuse for Boruto's absence, telling her that the Lord Hokage had him home to discuss something important. When lunch was ready, they ate together, then each of them went into their own rooms.

Once inside, Sakura sat on her bed and slipped off her sandals, then kicked her feet onto the bed with Boruto under her toes. She loosened her grip on him, letting him fall onto the mattress, then moved her foot to she could see him.

“Enjoy your time down there? You were so still and quiet that I almost thought you fell asleep. If only you could be like that all the time,” she chuckled. “I'm glad you were having fun, but I don't want you thinking that I'm only doing this for your sake. There's some things I want from you at that size, and as long as you do them, you can stay like that and keep enjoying my feet. If you refuse, I'm afraid I'll have to grow you back. Understand? For starters, I want you to climb up my sole until you reach the space between any two of my toes. Go on, get climbing now!”Boruto was relieved to hear that was her request. For a moment he'd been worried she would ask for something he wasn't ready to do, but crawling between her toes was exactly what he wanted to do.

Sakura felt Boruto grip the bottom of her heel with his tiny hands, slowly making his way up her sole. “I hope it doesn't bother you if I stretch my feet a bit,” she said, mischievously scrunching her soles. Though the movement made the climb harder, Boruto found he didn't mind it one bit. If anything, he loved that it drove in just how small he was, and how big and powerful she and her feet were compared to him.

After a few minutes, Boruto finally made it between two of her toes, then sat down between the two of them, admiring the view all the way across Sakura's body to her smiling face. “So you finally made it; good job. Here, why don't I reward you with a hug?” She squeezed her toes lightly together, encasing him between them for a brief moment before letting him go. “Anyway, now that you're up there, your next task is to kiss my toe.”Boruto was shocked. Kiss her toes? That seemed like it was taking things too far. Sure he liked being with her toes. Heck, he had even thought of kissing her sole when he had been trapped under it. But, now that she asked him to do it... he wasn't sure if should. There was a part of him that wanted to give in to her demands, but another part felt that, if he went though with it, he would be surrendering a part of himself to her. He wasn't sure what that meant, but he felt there was something dangerous in it.

A casual wiggle of Sakura's toes interrupted his musings, forcing him to cling to her or be thrown off. “Well? What do you say? You know I won't let you stay like this unless you follow all my orders, right?”Boruto struggled to make a decision. This experience had been magical—the best thing that ever happened to him—but he wasn't quite comfortable with this. Then again, there couldn't be anything wrong with a simple kiss, right? At the end of the day, his desire for Sakura's feet won out over his reluctance. This had been such an amazing time, and he couldn't allow it to end when it had just begun. Turning to Sakura's toe, he closed his eyes, furrowed his brow, and puckered his lips, slowly leaning towards it.

When his lips finally met her skin, it was an electrifying feeling, for him as well as her. Sakura had looked so hard for someone she could make worship and obey her, only to have such a person fall right into her lap. An ecstatic smile spread over her face, and her toes twitched unconsciously, gripping Boruto between them.

Meanwhile, pressed between the objects of his desire, Boruto lost all reluctance and allowed his desire to get ahold of him, driving him to kiss her toe as he'd never kissed anyone before. The taste of her against his lips, the way he was encased in her toes, the complete submission he was giving her—through it all, Sakura was transformed from his friend's mom into a goddess, to be obeyed and worshipped unconditionally.

“Very good,” said Sakura. “Now, lick me.”

Boruto didn't think twice before sticking out his tongue and running it over her toe, greedily taking in the taste of her. His subservience had Sakura all excited, and with how adorable he looked down there, she had to restrain herself from reaching between her legs, instead expressing her arousal by playing footsies with herself, splaying and scrunching her toes by turn, running her feet against each other, almost bucking Boruto off with all the movement. She would definitely be thinking back to this moment in bed tonight.

Hugging himself tight to Sakura's skin amidst all the movement of her feet, Boruto licked her passionately, not once thinking of stopping. “Excellent, Boruto, Excellent!” Sakura said after a while. “For being so obedient, I think you deserve a something really special.”Moving her feet back, she placed them both soles-up next to each other, then grabbed Boruto and dropped him in the crevice between them. Immediately he threw himself against her foot, lying face-down on its sole, nuzzling, licking, and kissing it. “My, already this excited when you haven't even gotten your reward yet? Well, hang on while I give it to you.” Sakura then pressed her soles together, trapping him between them, then started rubbing them against each other.

Boruto couldn't even think, only keep licking his goddess Sakura's foot, his puny mind being overpowered by the sheer intensity of the stimulation he was being subjected to, a bliss unlike anything he had experienced before. He clawed at Sakura's skin, sinking his fingers into her smooth, soft sole, all while inwardly affirming his adoration of her and her feet.

By the time Sakura parted her soles to see how he was doing, Boruto had been reduced to a mindlessly moaning mess, still squirming in the nook between her soles. “Boruto~,” she said, and at her voice he opened his eyes to see the face of his goddess hanging over him. “We've had our fun, but it's getting to be about time I returned you to normal. There's just one thing I want you to do for me first. Use your shadow clone jutsu and both my feet in tiny worshippers. Do that for me, and I can promise you another session like this tomorrow.”There was no question in Boruto's mind whether he should do what he commanded—his goddess's word was absolute. Focusing his chakra, he made well over two hundred shadow clones, all of them primed and ready to give Sakura the worship she required. They spread out over her soles, crawling like puny ants on their surface; ants eager to partake of  her feet and express their gratitude to their goddess for everything she had done for them.

Sakura reveled in their worship, absentmindedly moving her feet in response to their tiny touch. To close things up, the pressed her soles together firmly, feeling the shadow clones dissipate one by one as the pressure increased, until she felt only one tiny body remaining: the original Boruto. Smiling, she picked him up and carried him back out to the house's entrance, where she set him down on the floor and undid his shrinking.

“Come back tomorrow, or whenever you feel like doing this again. Oh, and be sure to keep this between the two of us; I don't want anyone else learning about this technique, got it?” she said, giving him a wink; Boruto only nodded. “Good boy. Now go on, I have other things to do.” She showed him out of the house, then went humming back to her room.

Boruto had looked very embarrassed after she'd grown him back, but if she knew him at all, he'd be back tomorrow to worship her all the same. Already ideas for their next session floated through her head, each one making her more excited than the last. Tomorrow couldn't get here soon enough.

“Ah, Boruto. I was starting to wonder when you would show up. I was almost ready to go look you myself, shrink you down by force, and bring you here stuffed under my toes,” Sakura joked, welcoming the young ninja into her home.

When he had woken up this morning, Boruto had assured himself to avoid Sakura's house. He would stay at his normal size, and thus regain what dignity he had lost yesterday. Despite this, when he later decided to go for a walk around the village—with no destination in mind, of course—his steps just so happened to lead him straight to her house. Realizing where he was almost gave him a heart attack, but after a moment, he walked right up to the front door. He told himself that he was only here to reject her invitation, yet when he opened his mouth, the words didn't come out.

“Sarada's gone out to train so we have the house to ourselves. Let's make the most of it, shall we?” Sakura said as she led him to the living room, where she sat on the couch, crossing her legs and rocking her foot back and forth. She was delighted to see Boruto's eyes be drawn to the movement, glazing over as though they were under hypnosis.  “Oh, Boruto~,” she said in a sing-song voice. “Your goddess wants you to kneel before her~.”Boruto obeyed without objection, falling to his knees, his eyes transfixed on the movement of her sole. Sakura then performed the shrinking jutsu, this time making it so he reached the size of an ant in only a few seconds. “Crawl like a bug to my foot.” she said, and he did as she asked. It took him a couple minutes to arrive and take a seat before her toes. “Very good. Now, I want you to climb my body, from my feet all the way to my lips. If you manage to do that without falling off, I'll have a very special reward in store for you. You may begin now,” she said, sliding her foot forward until he was flanked by a pair of her toes.

Boruto reached out to one of them, placing his hand on its surface, then pressing his whole body against it, taking in its smell and its texture against his face. He would have loved nothing more than to stay here all day, but his goddess had made a demand of him, and he couldn't deny her.

Determined to earn his goddess's reward, Boruto gripped ridges of her toeprint and started climbing, soon making it up onto her toenail. Far above, Sakura leaned over, peering down at him to watch his progress. Knowing that his goddess's eyes were on him made Boruto want to please her even more, and he ran swiftly across the top of her foot towards her ankle.

As he did, Sakura slowly raised her foot before tapping it. Being caught unprepared by the motion, Boruto tripped and started rolling down the side of her foot, almost falling off before managing to grab on to her skin. From there he pulled himself up until he was once again standing on Sakura's foot. “Oops. Did you almost fall off from that? It would have been such a shame for you to fail your task before even making it past my foot. Ah well, surely you didn't expect a goddess like me to stop moving for the sake of a puny little bug like you. Or did you forget it's my body you're climbing? Now get moving, before I get bored of waiting for you and decide to stand up.”Boruto dashed up to her ankle, trusting that this time she wouldn't move her foot again. He had thought this climb would be a simple task, but if Sakura would be moving during his climb, it would prove much more difficult and unpredictable than he had thought. Still, now he was more determined than ever to succeed, not only for the reward, but also to prove his dedication to his beautiful ninja goddess.

From her ankle, Boruto saw this next stretch of the climb would be perhaps the hardest, with him needing to climb a vertical wall of skin that offered little in the way of footholds. Then he remembered how he had been taught to use his chakra to stand on the surface of trees. Sakura's leg was no tree, but he found the technique did help him stay on her skin.

Concentrating chakra on his hands and feet, he started climbing up her shin. It was slow, but he was making progress, and soon he had made it halfway to Sakura's knee. Then he felt Sakura's leg start to move, and clung fiercely to her while she uncrossed and recrossed her legs, with the one he was climbing ending up on top. Things didn't stop moving even then, though; Sakura kept bobbing her foot up and down, making her whole leg bounce along with it. He knew she wouldn't stop anytime soon so he resumed the climb as best he could, and with some effort made it to the beginning of her capri pants.

Climbing their white fabric was much easier than climbing her skin alone, though a part of him missed being so close to her. Either way, from there he easily made it to Sakura's lap, finally being able to rest his weary arms for a bit as the next stretch of his journey could be made on foot. At least, so it seemed until Sakura once more uncrossed her legs, giving them a little twist that sent Boruto rolling down her inner thigh where he baarely managed to grab on to her pants as he was about to roll off.

“You know what?” Sakura said. “I forbid you from climbing up until you make it to my waist. Until then, you must climb sideways along my thigh.”

Boruto gulped, as this new condition had just made things much harder for him, then followed her command.

Sakura watched him inching slowly along her inner thigh, looking like  a flea crawling on her pants. Much amused, she slowly began closing her legs together, bringing her thighs so very close to touching. Boruto was left with only a tiny gap between them, and  Sakura teased him by making as if she was about to close the gap and smother him between them, only to pull them apart at the last second, over and over again.

Then she actually went through with it, totally engulfing Boruto in her thighs' soft embrace, sending a shot of ecstasy through him while he happily dug his face into the fabric of her pants, knowing that her divine skin was only a short distance underneath.

Sakura spread her legs a bit, only to clap them together again and again, delighting in the feeling of the tiny Boruto between them. She started rubbing her thighs against each other, with her little worshipper being rolled between them like a measley ball of lint. When she finished, he had ended up on the opposite thigh, a tiny bit closer to his goal, looking very dazed and confused, and disappointed that she had stopped smothering him. Nonetheless, after getting his bearings again, he resumed his climb.

As time went by, Boruto started becoming more aware that he would have to climb up Sakura's crotch to continue. Indeed, Sakura was biting her lip in excitment as she waited for him to do so. He had some mixed feelings about that, but he would do whatever his goddess wanted from him so he could be proud of having pleased her.

At last, he made it to the end of her thighs and started climbing up her crotch. As he got there, there was a definite change to the atmosphere aorund him, with the air having gotten mustier, and having a strange scent, one not quite like anything he had ever smelled before. It wasn't an unpleasant smell, though he wouldn't quite have called it pleasant either. Truth be told, he didn't know what to make of it, but he could feel it doing something to him. All that gave this place a heady, intoxicating aura, one that made him want to linger there a while longer. He slowed his climb, and almost considered staying put there, but his goddess had ordered him to climb to her lips, and so he kept going past her crotch and up to the waist of her pants.

For Sakura, seeing him scale her crotch like some huge mountain was terribly arousing. She almost wanted to keep him down there, and wouldn't have objected to him staying of his own will. When he reached her waist, she even felt an urge to push him inside, but she knew that was too dangerous a line to cross, and with much effort she held herself in check.

Standing at the beginning of Sakura's midriff, Boruto considered for a moment whether he should walk along the waist of her pants until he reached her shirt and continue climbing from there, or whether he should just climb her belly straight away. Both options had their benefits, but at the end of the day, what really settled the matter for him was the knowledge that by climbing her midriff he would be in direct contact with his goddess, and so he started climbing up her belly.

With his gaze directed upwards, he saw Sakura peering at him, her face only half-visible from behind her breasts—breasts he now realized with much excitement that he was going to have to climb.

Boruto soon reached Sakura's navel, and couldn't resist peering into it as he passed it by. Had Sakura been lying down, it would have been a huge pit, one that a normal person would have trouble climbing out of were they to fall into it. It also seemed like a really comfortable place to snuggle up with his goddess for a while. Maybe some day he would do that; for now, he had to keep going.

Just then, the surface of Sakura's tummy moved. He noticed that Sakura was now resting her hand on her belly, with him between a pair of her enormous fingers. Did she want him to climb onto them fingers? Maybe she was just reminding him how puny he was next to her. Certainly that's what the gesture accomplished, and it excited Boruto to no end, so much so that he felt compelled to lean forward and kiss and lick her tummy, until he was interrupted by Sakura's fingers sliding around him. Taking that as a sign to keep going, Boruto climbed further up her belly, with Sakura gradually moving her fingers along to follow him on his way for a bit.

Now that he was approaching her chest, he took some time to consider how to approach them, but once more the approach he decided on was the one that let him be closest to her divinity; when he reached the end of her midriff and was met with the fabric of her shirt again, he crawled beneath it, preferring to stay on Sakura's skin.

“Ah,” Sakura gasped. She had been considering ordering Boruto to climb through her cleavage, but seeing him do it of his own free will was a pleasant surprise, making it even more exciting. The only problem was that she wasn't be able to see him this way. “Hang on while I stand up, my little bug,” she said. She stood and went to her bedroom, with Boruto happy to be able to take a moment to simply enjoy his nearness to her. Once in her bedroom, Sakura took off her top and stood before her mirror, where she could see him as he clung to her.

Boruto turned and looked in the mirror, where he saw for the first time exactly how small he was compared to Sakura from a normal perspective. He was so tiny that looking into the mirror he only saw himself as a barely-perceptible dot a few inches above Sakura's navel, one he would have thought was a piece of lint or a birthmark if he hadn't known better.

More importantly, he saw his goddess blessing him with the sight of her almost topless body, her only covering above the waist now being her bra, letting him gaze on her fair skin in all its perfection. This blessing gave him new energy to continue his climb, and he surged upward at speeds he hadn't reached until then.

I hope you realize what you're climbing right now,” Sakura said. “I might look like a big cliff to you, but you should always remember that you're climbing the body of your goddess. And in case you need more reminders...” She started swaying back and forth, the surface of her skin rolling under the tiny Boruto as he scurried up her chest, just now entering into her cleavage. Here the swaying made her breasts bump against each other, so that Boruto couldn't climb a single step without being enveloped by countless tons of soft boob.

The constant battering made it almost impossible to climb, yet Boruto was enamored of it; here was another place he wouldn't mind staying for the rest of his life. Were Sakura lying down, he would quite readily climb up the huge mountains of her breasts to rest and worship at their peaks, under the watchful eye of his goddess.

After a while, Sakura stopped her swaying. At first Boruto thought that she was letting him finish his climb, but then the walls of her breasts closed in with unrelenting force as she mischievously pressed them together. “Mmmh. Boruto, sweetie, you feel so good between my boobs,” she moaned. “I hope you're kissing my skin in there; I would love nothing more than to know you're worshipping me even now.” Sure enough, Boruto was worshipping her passionately in there, kissing and licking her, and breathing words of thanks and praise to his goddess, even as he came close to suffocating.

“One of these days I'll have to stick you in there and forget about you for hours and hours. You're so small, I probably wouldn't notice you again until I was undressing to take a bath.” She wanted to keep him there even now, but she forced herself to let go of her breasts so he could keep climbing. “Hurry up and finish your pilgrimage, my little dust mite. Hurry, so I can give you your reward.”Strained as his body was from almost half an hour of climbing, Boruto nonetheless mustered up the energy to launch into a new burst of climbing, dashing up out of Sakura's cleavage, climbing up a strand of her hair, and finally making it to her lips, where he knelt on the plush surface in adoration, only for her lips to close around him in a powerful kiss.

“Mmmmmwah,” Sakura exclaimed, and as she opened her mouth, Boruto fell from her lips, bouncing off  her breast and rolling down her cleavage before being caught in her open palm. “You did a wonderful job, my little worshipper. Now tell me, after exploring almost every part of my body, where would you most like to be kept for the rest of the day?”Any part of her body would have been fine with Boruto, but right then there was one part in particular that dominated his thoughts—a pair of them, to be precise. “No need to answer,” Sakura chuckled. “I can tell from your stares that you want to be close to these two girls. Well, so be it; you've certainly earned it for being such an obedient little boy.”As she carried him up, Boruto knelt to her with his forehead against the ground, thanking and praising her from the bottom of his heart. Because of that, he didn't notice where he was being brought to until he was flattened by something huge and wet and somewhat sticky, something to which he was stuck as Sakura's hand retreated below him. Looking up at the mirror, he realized that he was stuck to the tip of her tongue.

Sakura then plucked him from her tongue between a pair of fingertips before bringing him down into her cleavage. She pressed the spit-soaked Boruto against her chest, then pulled her hand away, leaving him stuck to the skin between her breasts. “Have fun down there; I'm going to run some errands in the meantime; I'll take you out once I get back home.” With that, Sakura put her shirt back on, causing her breasts to become pressed together, leaving Boruto with only a tiny bit of space to breathe, and after a few more preparations, she left, happily humming to herself while Boruto was having the time of his life.