Out of all the colorful crewmembers of the Straw Hat Pirates, Usopp had always been the teller of the tallest tales, the most fantastical fibs, and the longest running lies, exaggerations, and cocky copouts. With a nose as elongated and notably protruding as a preposterously prone Pinocchio, and an ever gaping, ever running, fastidiously fast-moving mouth -- he even looked the part of a serial spinster. But one day -- he found himself the subject, focus, crux, and living of a tale most unusual -- one just as much his own making as any other day -- but because of his own foolhardy, short-sighted, and all around ill-advised actions. The air tasted like bitter saltwater taffy. The winds were spurious and sudden. The smoldering sun hung high overhead, birds chirping wildly with the winds bereft of let-up of any kind on either side. It was impossible for one's eyes not to droop, even if only to wince and squint through the constant onslaught of terrific beams of light that tenderly tucked their way past the onlooking ogling of anyone unfortunate enough to be curling fists in front of their face to meander a glance.
"...When you're done making binoculars with your fists, Usopp. You can head to the lower deck and get caught up on the responsibilities you've been putting off." Nami spoke with a sincere air of genuine concern when she spoke. Her hands tucked their way under her chest, perkily pressing it up - as if subconsciously - or as if it served the purpose of making her words more worth humoring. Her finger idly tasseled her hair in circles, as her puffed-up lips pursed together and quietly commenced with warbling a small throaty purr of feminine wiles. "C'mon, Usopp, you're better than this...you're giving us both a bad name if you just keep blowing off your responsibilities like this, dancing around whatever tasks you're delegated. A ship doesn't run on one Captain alone. It takes a whole crew singing in harmony to make a shanty, just as it takes a hardy handful of pirates to run the ship they're singing on. You get where I'm going with this? We're never going to be swimming in riches if you can't pull it together for just a few months and pull at LEAST your own weight around here."
Despite the heartfelt pleas by Nami, the only thing Usopp's heart felt was grief. And boredom.
Boredom unrivaled.
A lax, smarmy grin waxed its way across his face like a sleazy beachgoer lathering up a coating of sunscreen along a female stranger's back, complete with the clasped-together hands running over one another, and the beady-eyed brow-hiking to indicate he somehow understood an inexistent encrypted message tucked between the lines of ambiguity that were not, would not, and could not have had time to form. He was a conspiracy theorist whose conspiracies were organic and home grown, entirely artificed in his own head without preponderance of evidence of any kind, or thwarted by such obstacles as truth or logic.
In other words, Usopp was a bullshit artist. A trite and uninspired one at that, the sort to fingerpaint smears on a canvas and try to cash it in for a price tag of whatever he wants in that particular moment in time. And right now. Usopp wanted some sleep.
"Aaaaaaaaaahhhh...catch up with MORE work? When am I ever gonna catch up -- with a little shut-eye...?" Usopp, bless his heart, had been on painstaking lookout duty since dawn, and his

eyes were starting to droop as the sun began to set, frequently mewling and whining about the infrequency with which he was permitted breaks. He'd take anything over staring at the horizon, featureless and infinite as the ocean surrounding. Perhaps this under-the-deck-task he'd been procrastinating wouldn't be so bad. But if he gave up too easily, he figured he'd be pegged for a total pushover, a matt for everyone to stomp over with all the tyrannical tyranny of a titaness-in-training. Then he'd have even MORE responsibilities. Sighing heftily and sinking his chest as he slumped forward, he put up a paraded-about effort of token resistance.
"I don't think it's fair to characterize me as some kind of serial slack-off...! I work half as hard to get twice as far as anybody on this ship!!!" Usopp poutily asserted. "It's not my fault it takes me sooo much less energy to do sooo much more." He wept, throwing an arm over his eyes, having to adjust twice to keep his nose from bending against his elbow nook at an uncomfortably inconveniencing angle. His words were still, nevertheless, adenoidal and nasally to a lugubrious degree. "Can you imagine it? Suffering from success? This is why I never went with making an honest living, as a journeyman, or a flutist...I COULD'VE BEEN A BLACKSMITH! But do I look like the kinda sorry schmuck who wants to chuck heated coals and work the back AND bank breaking job of an ARTISAN?"
"Usopp," Nami continued. Usopp continued louder.
"HECK NO! I don't want to be punished for being good at something!" Usopp's fingers clasped around the crown of his head like an ornate skullcap, the crown prince of laziness, exerting far more work in his performance than simply heading below deck and doing whatever menial task was asked of him. The math still made sense in his head, perhaps owed to the several gigatons of blunt force trauma being exerted by repeatedly strenuously grasped fingertips.
"Usopp," Nami countered, a bit firmer this time. Usopp countered a lot firmer this time.
"This is my ticket to easy living! DO YOU WANT TO EXPLAIN TO OUR FUTURE CHILDREN WHY THEIR OLD MAN IS SO AGED PREMATURE AND INFIRM BEFORE HE EVEN HIT FIFTY? THE LEGEND OF USOPP...BROUGHT TO AN END AT THE WHIMS OF A HEARTLESS HAG WITH A BROOMSTICK...NOT FOR CARRYING HERSELF AROUND ON, NO, NO, NO...BUT FOR POOR, LABORING USOPP! FOR TIRELESS TIRED USOPP! THANKLESS! TORTURED! Tired." He bawled, peaking from behind his fist to see if the act was convincing enough to get him out of evening mopping duty.
No, it was not.
"USOPP." Nami finally, successfully established. The cravenly man snapped his overalls over all of his chest, leaving a small red mark, and eliciting a whine. He pointed somewhat timidly inward with a thumbs up of confirmation, to at least establish he understood he was being spoken to. "Down. To the decks. Below. Now. And you will remain underfoot, or you will PERISH underfoot, when you are KEELHAULED for having the LAMEST get-out-of-work excuse known to man.

The nerve! Ugh!" She hissed, somewhat cattily, fraying through her hair with her hands. "You know what you've gotta do...so. Do it."
But Usopp did not know what he was tasked with. He had a bit of a guess.
The whole crew had been charged with guarding a rare Minnu-Minnu Devil Fruit, his only thoughts on the job was to sprawl out comfortably and obstruct all efforts to consign him to responsibility. He wasn't sure what the fruit itself did, despite the name, just that it supposedly rendered someone unreachable for several hours. Or was it that it rendered everyone BUT the consumer unreachable for several hours? Maybe it was a good means of sleep-foraging? A hibernation technique? Eehhhh...
"Well...I guess if nobody wants to find out the old fashioned way...I'll wait until some other schmuck trots along and consumes these good eats. IN CASE ANYONE IS...WONDERING BY...I'LL JUST TURN THE OTHER WAY!" Usopp shouted, prophetically, to no small or large degree of success. His eyes darted around the vacant room, as the sea winds rocked and buffeted the vessel. It would be a long and arduously weighted wait before anyone showed any interest...
But Usopp's curiosity got the better of him much faster.
He couldn't resist the temptation to at least try the Minnu-Minnu Devil Fruit. Even if it did something strange to the consumer, and it had its reputation of making one unreachable, Usopp thought, partially aloud...
"If I'm unreachable...well, then I've got no one who can get ahold of me to tell me to do work! This is fantastic! I couldn't have asked for a better penalty if I imagined it myself! But...what if they know..." He blinked several times, holding the oblongly shaped fruit in hand, gently padding the thick, seedy outside...and gently rotating it in his hand. He realized rather quickly he could sneak a bite...and prop the corner of the fruit facing away, no one would be any the wiser. He'd have to be precise. Clandestine. Perfectly subtle in all of his mannerisms...
With a quick look around to ensure no one was watching, he popped the entire fruit into his mouth. His teeth shredded through it instantly as his head started to flood with the immediate airy regret that usually accompanied him like a persistent sting whenever he made a particularly soring mistake. Thankfully, this wasn't the sort of mistake to send him soaring after it blew up in his face horribly, scattering his belongings strewn about or forcing him to flee in adamant departure from the fallout of his consequences.
No, if anything, this was the sort of mistake to put everything in a different perspective entirely: down.

In a matter of seconds, Usopp's body began to shrink. He reached forward to balance himself on a counter, only to find it too high to reach the moment his fingers were just shy of connecting with its surface. He saw the strange, disorienting frame of his world's field of view diminish further and further until it was scarcely more than recollection of what it felt like to be able to peer out a window, or down at a hammock. Every time he felt his shrinking start to stall, it failed to carry through.
"A-any second now...heh...surely this can all be chalked up to what happens when clothes get chucked into the wash, right? Sure I can't...reach or...see or...wear anything I don't already have on...but...can't be that bad, right?"
Despite the levity, Usopp shrunk, and shrunk some more. He shrunk until he was no bigger than a thumbtack, and twice as prickly. Mouthing in annoyance his many objections to his miniature status, he started to wander. Panic. Even weep. But, composing himself in an instant he laughed, buffeted, and clasped his hand across his head -- starting to boldly proclaim and psyche himself up...
"Wait, what am I whining about? This ROCKS! I'm...unreachable! No one can tell me to do anything!" He ran, galloped, jumped, and squealed, his newfound size carrying with it all the aerodynamic perks of being bittier. However, as soon as his steely resolve was first challenged, some of the drawbacks made themselves apparent. "I can't wait to tell all of my friends to cancel any of their plans with me in them! Hahah! Sorry, suckers! Medical emergency! I can't be bothered to be bothered anymore~! I'm too small, much too small for that! The Legend of Usopp has reached its famous epilogue...I open new doors to the rest of my life...TODAY!"
This proved impossible.
For one, he struggled to open the door to his room. Implausibly impossible. He jumped. He stretched his arms as far as he could. He even tried fraying a thin hair of rope to try and lasso himself, reaching no further than a few inches at best. He hadn't quite thought this part through, nor did he ever believe he would have to.
His only way out, a proverbial golden gate to the likes of Robin or Nami in all their monstrously massive glory, which had once been within easy reach, was now far too high for him to achieve equaldom with in all the growing he had left to do in his miniaturized lifetime. He couldn't seem to fit underneath the door either, whatever existent diet he'd taken in largely counterproductive to squeezing through unless he wanted to be stomped flat by someone to, with kitelike flatness, drag himself through.
Not an option, and not a good look.
After several half-hearted attempts to jump and grab onto the knob, or force his backside through -- Usopp gave up on the entire endeavor and resigned himself to being stuck inside forever.

"It's fine! What's a better place to be in all the world than right here, at port, in my own personal little abode away from abode? Home away from home? Land offshore from land? Hah!"
But being confined to his room was only the beginning of his troubles, too plentiful and abundant to count. The sound of squeaking reminded him of how easily preyed upon he was at his size.
"N...nice...uh...rodents...you all wanna come out and play?" He remarked, emptily cracking his knuckles -- with a near mutely mouthed 'ow', and propping his back up. He shiftily darted his eyes about, ready to punch these squeaking pipsqueak's two front teeth in...only to hear the sound recede some. It was still overpowering, but every culprit that could've housed some hole-inhabiting little hellion proved empty, and, honestly, at his size, it was quite obvious where everything was. Socks. Stray bits of cork. Remnants of past meals, even down to the last crumb. He felt a great deal more lazy than he'd ever envisioned himself, being left with the remnants of past upsets and lacking cleanliness. Just as he began to envision how he might improve his standing and finally hold himself semi-accountable, it began again.
The squeaking. Methodical. Paced. Pacing in decrepit little circles like it was teasing him. It had to be something sentient, deliberate, the ocean wasn't that smart.
He was going to need to fortify himself with some sort of weapon before whatever that thing was got any ideas.
It was loud, sharp, shrill, and piercing, but thankfully distant. For now. His mind immediately went to shoring up his defenses. His miniscule feet scuttled against the ground, eyes already strained far greater than they ever had been by the sun, or the damningly plentiful shrill cries of gulls on the horizon, like little warped bendy lines. Nothing his size. Not even a toothpick.
Everything that had once been easily accessible was now out of reach, including his weapons and tools.
"NOOOOOOOOO! IT CAN'T BE! NOT MY SECRET WEAPON! WHY COULDN'T YOU HAVE BEEN ON MY PERSON, WHY? CURSE YOUR LACK OF FORESIGHT...SLINGSHOT TECHNIQUE!"
His slingshot, which had once felt comfortable in his hand, was now far too large for him to hold. He tried everything. Yanking the base of the rubbery sling -- unless he wanted to serve as a lifelike cannonball of ammunition for his own weapon, was largely counterproductive and dangerous. The handle could only be handled if both hands were wrapped about it climbing up about it for what mediocre support he could muster at his size. And, at his size, it became painfully clear how few items were ideal for ammo.
In addition, the tiny pellets he had once used were now enormous in comparison to his new size. Roughly the sum size of his head in total. He envisioned in his head, briefly, recruiting

either Luffy or Sanji to help him piece together a solution for this mortifying little predicament of his -- quickly writing both options off in quick succession. At his size, he was liable to wind up chowed down on anything that Luffy emptily offered to share -- that would keep him undiscovered for hours, if not permanently. Sanji absolutely hated bugs with a fury only matched by Nami. He even considered picking his teeth for the necessary scraps to smother over the weapon, in the hopes it might somehow shrink with him. But alas. No. It wouldn't be. It couldn't be. He would have to forgo the slingshot.
"I must...give it...a proper burial. My slingshot...doomed to be used by...lesser talented hands. May as well be a death sentence for such an awesome and mighty weapon..." Yet the only sound to come would not be the accompanying choir of mourners in their lugubrious tears, but rather a thud of felt-rich confusion from Usopp, whose foot connected with his clothing for a sudden, immediate burst of temporary disorientation and astonishment. His entire body could fit, not just through the neck-hole, but through the sleeves along the side as well. Even his back-up sets of suspenders and long work jeans, worn hardily through and faintly scented with a sweaty days work were far too enormous to think of in terms of anything but shelter.
He would have had to climb up the fabric of his shirt, holding on for dear life, just to make it to the top. But that sounded like too much work. And forget about his pants - they were now like giant, towering mountains that he could never hope to conquer. A suicidal workload.
"I know...EXACTLY how to fix this...NAMIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII! NAAAAAAAAAAAAMIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!! YOU WERE RIGHT NAMIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!! SLACKING IS...BAD!!!!!!" He shouted. His tiny lungs sprained and strained by the sheer vocal intensity of overexertion. He had to grip his sides before the shuddering did him in. Even though the Minnu-Minnu fruit was rather filling, he found himself in repeated need of more and more food, his caloric intake greatly fastened proportionate to his little inefficient body. "This crazy metabolism sucks...this reach sucks...everything...sucks...someone...get me out of here...pleeeease..." Usopp begged. His searing frustration and overall feelings of isolation reached a boiling point when he realized that he was unable to even call out for help. He could be trapped in here. Forever. Try as he might, screaming and bargaining and shouting for someone to hear him, his tiny voice barely registered as a whisper. He was trapped, alone, and as indiscernible as a single grain of sand among a beach of obliviousness.
Thankfully, beaches still had hot women on them. Just like the ship.
Suddenly, abruptly, and a mana from heaven, Usopp once again heard the squeaking from earlier -- only to realize it was the squeaking of floorboards, and his heart leapt with hope. Maybe someone had heard him after all. "Nami! Sanji! Anyone?! YOUR HERO HAS ARRIVED...AND NEEDS A HERO HIMSELF!" he shouted, his voice weak and small, even if the confidence behind it blatantly contradicted it.
But to his dismay, the footsteps passed by without even slowing down.

Usopp's heart sank as he realized that no one had heard him. He slumped down onto the ground, feeling more alone than ever. Only for it to return.
And leave again.
And return.
And leave once more.
It seemed like...pacing.
Suddenly, the door opened.
"Oh. Good."
Nami remarked. Good? Good was good, right? Throwing his arms open wide, Usopp rushed to embrace the giantess approaching...only for her to pass right by him none-the-wiser. Her eyes were narrowed as if she were in genuine focus of something important. Her lips were tightly pursed and her eyes were aggrieved, focused in front of her and concentrating on a single point. That single point, small as it was, was still bigger than Usopp. And consequently. not Usopp.
"N...nami? Nami, look down! NAMI! NAMI, WATCH YOUR STEPS, NAMI!!! NAMI?!?!" He squealed and viciously swatted at his surroundings, gesturing every which way in an effort to try and attract attention -- no such result would be realized by his efforts. The sweaty specks of Nami's sandal-clad feet clapped against the ground, planking the sole-weathered base of her shoes. Usopp could feel his life flashing before his eyes; though, with a memory as spotty as his own, it was mostly limited to what was actively transpiring quite literally before his eyes : her feet clapped against the base of her sandals. The midsole bent either adjacent side with a wet, pliant tug that would've surely snatched him up and done away with him. The haunting sound of her enormous proportions clobbering about at the ground everywhere he stepped repeatedly reminded Usopp of his vulnerability. The inescapable fate he may have to face, should he be anymore inattentive than those overhead were. Being small brought with it a world of threats.
He still, nevertheless, felt whisked away as she got closer, even if the threat of his life ending neared with her.
He had almost been traveled somewhere else. The nagging scent of the warm, sandy ground in traced amounts, clung to her wiggling toes, and mixed with the salty ocean breeze, filling his nose with an intoxicating aroma. It felt like land. It smelled like land. It even looked like it, the way her sun-tanned soles were just barely preserved in duotone softness. He felt a sense of exploratory excitement and trepidation as he imagined what it would be like to be so close to

such a majestic being, close enough to touch. To think the giantess before him was formerly just another goofball screw-up like him...
As he gazed up, Usopp noticed the intricate details of Nami's sandals, with their thin straps and neatly woven texture. There HAD to be somewhere for him to latch onto...the rustling sound of what he could make out to be nothing more than the tiny grains of sand that had become stuck in the grooves of the soles, evidencing her travel. Little swathes of briny saltwater that spurred his attention forward. There was no hope. Usopp grew worried he'd never be spotted again, as she droned on about something indecipherably muttered overhead...
"Aaaaahhhhhhhhh...so...this is how I die...completely unnoticed...and of a broken heart."
Despite his despairing fear, Usopp couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration for Nami. She was too pretty to pout about or around. He could see the determination and strength in her eyes as she looked out over the vast horizon -- just along the window, in case Usopp had abandoned ship, a reminder of just how small he truly was in comparison. She bent over the window, her perky rear and the little indent where her crack was all-too-obviously present along Nami as she slowly scuttled about, peering out the side of the ship. Even her words seemed to almost leap out to Usopp, calling for him.
"Usopp!" She screamed, softly. Obviously with seductive intent, even if she had no idea where Usopp was and made no effort to accomplish this effect deliberate. "You slacker!" She spoke, clearly infatuated. "Where are you off dozing about?! You're supposed to be guarding the...WHERE IS THE MINNU-MINNU FRUIT?! Don't tell me you already lost it, you little cheat! Ugh! Of all the pathetic..." Her words were too sweet, her voice too pretty, and her demeanor too scary for Usopp to listen any longer. The creaking of floorboards beat down against the bearing weights and varying indents near Usopp. He clasped his hands together, slowly meandering towards a body that casted a shadow looming and magnificent enough to engulf his entire body. He was equally excited and frightened at what might transpire if he were caught like this. But it hardly matters. The way her clothes stretched out along her skin seemed to take a much higher, much greater importance in his mind, summoning an air-bereft lung-evacuating sigh of a dreamy gasp at her shapeliness...her sizable shapeliness. And then...she turned around. All of her assets on plain, brazen display. His nostrils flared up with heat, as he puffed breath out of them.
Usopp was no serial pervert.
But there was something to be appreciated about the tight snag of her clothing around her breasts that left nothing to the imagination, especially from down here. Even the fabric of her bra and underwear was blatantly telegraphed at his newfound tiny size in a way that they had never quite been before today. It was mesmerizing. It inspired with it an indescribably plentiful bound of curiosity that could only be matched by the hollering, hammering sensation rushing in his chest and a tad bit lower.

Usopp had to think fast. Concoct a plan. Everything he devised thus far had backfired horribly or fallen short.
Rushing and blitzing towards his slingshot, he grabbed hold of the reins, testing if it would hold if he were to stretch it back. He propped the item up and began to tune into Nami -- whose arms were perched underneath her chest, perfectly advertising a nice, comfortable, heavenly little landing pad for him to perch himself onto if he were to make the jump right this very moment. Timing was paramount if he wanted to survive his ascent to marshmallow heaven, in all its inherent properties. Crossing himself and preparing for the worst, Usopp sighed, covertly murmuring to himself a swift, dorky "thanks for the mammaries, Namiiii!!! AYIEEEE!!!"
He launched prematurely.
"Wha...? Is that a bug?" Nami inquired in disgust. "IS THAT A REALLY BIG, SQUIRMY BUG...?! EW! THAT'S SO CREEPY, STOP! DON'T COME ANY CLOSER OR I'LL STOMP YOU! I'LL REALLY DO IT!" She fired off in absolute brazen annoyance and absolutely petrified disgust. Her hands began to clap at the air, falling just short of the projected trajectory, and just barely snagging at Usopp's foot, throwing his arc off kilter. He landed on one breast...and collided with it as it juggled and shook. Nami stopped for a moment, then squealed. She squealed, screamed, kicked, stomped, and swiped at herself every which way. She huffed and screamed and panicked, her eyes watery with the sudden trauma-induced teary streams that accompanied the revelation her worst nightmare was coming true. Usopp tried to interject, to soften the blow.
"Naaaami, waaaaait it's me!!!! I'm not a bugggggg! It's your pal, Usopp, to the rescue!!! MY rescue! As soon as you find me! Please do get around to that part, by the way, because if you don't do it fast enough, I may just have to run for my life, move it or lose it! IT'S MEEEE!!!! USSSSSSSSSSSSOP!!!" He buzzed, as virulently as he could manage ducking in between the volleys of her feet that smelled of everywhere on the deck she'd been for the last week and a half. She was stomping and stamping her foot fast enough for each dodged volley, and each intercepted volley, to be as harmless as the one before it with the stalled speed with which she administered her kicks. It was like meteors made of paper mache -- her feet were entirely harmless. And yet the threat remained, if Usopp didn't unstuck himself each time he bellowed out "IT'S ME, USOPP! I'M USOPP!!!! NAMI! STOP! STEPPING! ON! MEEEE!!!"
Somehow, that only made things worst.
Not worse, but, worst. The worst they feasibly could be and were.
The moment her eyes spotted better the vague movements of limbs in excess of two -- Usopp's scrambling in place and panicked frenzy accompanying the flailing of his arms -- she panicked even further. Her eyes widened as she huffed, and breathed, and started to go into hysterics. She could hardly keep herself standing, stumbling backwards and throwing one of her sandals

at him with all the tumbling force of whatever obstruction she could manage, kicking, and stumbling, and squealing the entire way through the shenanigan-rich fiasco.
"AAAAAAH!!! AN USOPP BUG! KILL IT, KILL IT, KILL IT! GET IT OFF!!! PLEASE, SOMEBODY!" The blow to the self-esteem, while detrimental, was somewhat fair, considering where he grasped. It took Nami a great deal of rolling about on the floor, clapping her breasts together and squishing them defensively, and eventually slowing as her hand clamped around Usopp and pushed him into the brushed together burlesque softness of her bosom to process what she said, and what she was holding. That only inspired a rage in her. She cupped her hand up and began squeezing, firmly, fiercely, pressuring her nipple straight into the face of the formerly smug and perverted Usopp to pressure out of him some degree of contrition, and finding none, squeals and whines.
Usopp opened his mouth to explain, but his tiny voice was barely audible. He was muffled. The anger inherent in Nami's voice as she began to scowled at him was indescribable. She didn't speak much more than a few words, as her straining grasp clutched along him and she pieced together her version of what had happened. "USOPP?!" She sought to confirm. He merely nodded, as her finger slowly condemned him by sliding against the back of his head, suffocatingly indenting him along her breast. She hadn't realized it. But she was concerned for his wellbeing. Now his wellbeing was of no concern to her, and if anything, could stand to be knocked a few pegs down to familiarize itself with what happens when her emotions are toyed with.
Usopp was stuck in this tiny body with no way to prove himself. Without thinking, he had reached for his slingshot, he had loaded himself as if tiny pellet and took aim at Nami's chest. Fired. And proved himself only a pervert, as the pellet that was his body flew, sapping him of strength. It would've been easier if Nami had let out a yelp of surprise and laughed it off.
Instead...
She pinched him up, squeezed him in her fist, and gritted her teeth. Her hand squeezed around the sides of the flummoxed Usopp hard enough to make him woozy and winded. His eyes struggled to keep open, flitting against the ensnaring might and strength of just a few lightly compressed fingertips balled up about him. She considered chucking him back on the ground. Instead, like a sword to a whetstone, he was mashed up against her foot, and ground in circles in aggrieved annoyance. Vindication at hand, and Usopp confined by her hand, she swiveled and swirled, forcing him along the arch and pinched about each toe.
"SEE IF THIS teaches you not to act like an inconsiderate insect around women, creep!" Nami practically boomed.
"I SAID I WAS SORRRRRRRRYYYYYYYYYY!" Usopp pronounced, against the ringing in his ears from the earlier onslaught of sandal-clad smacks and repeated bombardments of stomps interspersed with thrown objects. It was a nonlethal attempt, obviously, or perhaps just hopeful,

as if Nami really wanted to crush the fellow Strawhat Pirate, she would not have to aim very high, or very carefully. But, in order to get his blood pumping and work her aggression out, she confirmed to herself that she would have had resort to whatever techniques were the most imminently destructive, and effective in channeling her anger towards something cathartic. Her massive frame and hulking meteoric impacts resembled some sort of sea monster -- Scylla or Charybdis of Hellenistic ancient recollection -- a likeness not entirely lost on Usopp who, stuck between a rock and a hard place, would be all too familiar with the uncompromising intensity of that age-old paradox.
"WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT FROM ME, GROVELING?! IT WASN'T EVEN ON PURPOSE!" He technically fibbed. It's not as though Usopp were aiming for Nami's breasts when he fell down in size, but he didn't exactly make an effort to avoid them. It was either that, or taking his chances with the long fall towards the ground. He still wound up there nevertheless, only with the additional adversity of a rapidly clapping series of stomps and agitated Usopp-seaking soles to combat against. With the nigh-audible wrenching intensity of an ire-filled voice, Nami spoke in a warbling roar.
"DEATH IS THE ONLY SINCERITY I'LL ACCEPT FROM YOU, USSSSSOOOOP!!!!!" Nami squealed. The vibrations of her voice's distinct complaining timbre almost matched her stampeded stomping to a perfect degree of intimidating imposition. "I AM YOUR NAVIGATOR! THAT MEANS YOU ARE LITERALLY LOST WITHOUT ME!" She wasn't wrong. She continued her tyrannical tirade, stopping just shy of stomping her momentarily verticality-inverted crewmate, instead slamming her foot flat against the wooden surface of the deck hard enough to send a splintered upkick of shattered wood. "DO YOU NOT SEE HOW I HAVE A BIT OF A RIGHT TO BE PRETTY PISSED OFF? YOU COULD'VE LANDED ANYWHERE! WHAT WERE YOU THINKING? WHY MEEE?"
"Cuz we're both no-good low-down powerless losers! And I mean that with the tallest mountain of respect a mote like me can manage! Think about it! We need each other -- or -- at least -- I need you, and I think if we just put together what we've got, we can get a lot more than the lot we're getting now!!! Am I...making a lot of sense? At least think on it!"
"No."
It seemed Nami didn't have to think about it for very long.
Her body started to take over with the fury of a raging goddess, all the inherent agitation achieving largely what the passing notion of retaliation worked its way up as the devil on her shoulder, spurring her on. Were it visible, however, it would've been flicked away in aggrieved irritation, seeing as she needed no corrupting influence to behave badly.
She was angry, and acting on it.

An immediate snatch of a downwardly dragged set of fingers, with raptorlike precision, ensnared Usopp and crumbled him up into her palm, covetously concealed, and then flicked him into a strange, almost familiar set of tantalizing territories. Divided down the center was a long, long looking fall, smooshed together and smoothed over at the intersection by wildly groping hands and clenched together fingers that squeezed about the surrounding area with the intent to obscure every last bit of breathable air unobstructed by the encroachments of surrounding fleshy mass.
Her tits.
His grip on them was tentative at best, even with the dexterous mast-scaling pirate's proficiency for climbing. The cleavage ravine creeping below was made all the more staggeringly intimidating with his predicament, nigh-permanent in the humility that accompanied him throughout his span. He sucked air past his teeth and scrambled to keep himself positioned amply, but could only force out a yelp or two while his footing stalled, and his embarassing stature lacked in formidable fortification.
"NAMIIIIIIIIII!!!!!" He screamed, trying to make some sort of plea for mercy. "PLEASE, JUST HOLD STILL, LET'S TAKE THIS EASYYYYYY!" It was, perhaps, hypocritical to ask, if not inherently vain, selfish, uncalled for, and
Usopp's signature smile and usually unfettered demeanor were, to say the least, compromised. His feet dangled what had to have been countless miles in the air, repeatedly drumming against empty space in a bid to keep him from tumbling a nigh infinite distance downwards. His eyes were widened with what felt like an apprehension unrivaled, as the mildest crooning open of his mouth accompanied a harangued and deeply troubled squeal. The wind lambasted him for his predicament, and smaller than usual size, threatening to make off with him with every wild upwards whip of repeated bombardment.
"YOU REALLY WANT TO SINK THE THOUSAND SUNNY BY BLINDING THE NAVIGATOR?! USOPP! WHAT IF YOU HIT ME IN THE EYES? YOU COULD'VE TAKEN MY FACE OUT!" A harsh, piercing rallying cry of irritation. There was a brief flash of remorse in her wincing eyes, but Nami felt the urgency had to have been anticipated, and her objection a reasonable one.
And it was, a reasonable one. Although...
Not the objection Usopp was anticipating, nor was that a risk he considered. His lips pooling up, he made a trembling, sincere face. He hadn't considered a tiny projectile like him flying through the air might accidentally work against him. The seriousness of the situation had finally sobered him some, as he sunk and sulked along the outline of her tits, wrapping his arms around them for minimal support, while his legs went limp. Even the treasure trove's worth of happiness to be found in a woman's chest wouldn't uplift the pirate one touch at this major miscalculation.

"Heyyy..." Nami offered, as soothingly as she could manage. "Don't...don't sulk like that, Usopp. I think you and me both could stand to step back a bit and consider the risks involved in the things we do around here..."
"Hey, hey...don't take on blame just to make me feel better, Nami. This was my mistake. I downed the priceless fruit we were transporting, and...I almost clocked you in the face, too excited and clever for my own good..." Usopp bemoaned. Nami took a moment, composed herself, and sucked air in through her nostrils, choosing to ignore the 'clever for his own good' remark, and not offer anything smart mouthed in retaliation. Instead, she gently patted and stroked his back as her breathing lulled him forward and back...as she tossed something in the air. A fat, ripe, dripping fruit.
"Is...that...the Minnu-Minnu fruit...?!" Usopp asked in incredulity. A nod confirmed as much, from the jeering giantess. "But...I thought I ate that...did you...squeeze it out of me or something...AM I DEAD? Was I DISSECTED? Oh, Nami, say it ain't so!" Usopp playfully bawled, as his feet kicked against her chest hard enough to warrant pinching and subsequent removal. He sprawled out at her grip and felt himself vaulted into the air with a soft little swiveling grasp. The little kicks and juts and excitable input tickled Nami's nose the faintest bit.
"I thought ahead...what you ate...were the rinds of the Minnu-Minnu fruit. You didn't notice how hollow it was?" Nami asked. The cheeky giantess prodded the corner of her temple as if to try and trigger some sort of contemplative process in a head like Usopp's.
Admittedly, he hadn't.
Usopp had grinded his teeth along the food so fast he never really processed how empty it felt and tasted, just attributing it to a strange new experience. In addition, the shrinking that followed sort of jarred his head with an influx of emotions he couldn't quite place -- although most of them were grief at the unforeseen loss of all his belongings.
"I wasn't going to put you in charge of something I had any reason to suspect you'd screw up. If I thought you'd have trouble, I'd be right here with you, guarding it, like I suppose I'm gonna be now. I didn't expect it to still shrink you, and it looks like you're stuck like that at least for a bit. But if we sit tight, let the boat rock, and unwind...you should be back to normal. Eventually." Nami cooed. Her fingers intertwined and pinched around Usopp like he were a delicate cigar, brought up to her lips for a perching little kiss, commemorated with the distant speckles of a sunset.
"...That's a relief, at least." Usopp contended. The affirmation made his shoulders slump. He wasn't the sort to assume responsibility waywardly, much less at all. But nothing felt better than processing and accepting that he wouldn't be alone if he did. He tried to urge himself to confront this reality, to voice these words, but it seemed Nami was far more perceptive than he'd ever anticipated.

"I know you get a bit...you know." Her slender, delicate fingers traced over the top of his head, wiggled, then rose, a great deal of distance higher, trying to nonverbally indicate her meaning.
"Short tempered?"
"No."
"High...high pitched? High volume? Sh...shuu...short-sighted?" "Nuh-uh."
"Highhhhhhhhhhh....sssshhhhhhhort...........high short. Short high." Usopp tried reading Nami's increasingly amused expressions to piece together what he could feasibly be missing, only to be greeted with a splendid array of laughter. It was as if the weather itself were singing, the graceful giantess cradling him nestled in her palms carefully plucking him without the intent to permit harm along a single hair atop his head. A sense of happiness washed over the two of them as Nami finally cut in and put a premature, but perhaps welcome, end to their little back-and-fourth.
"In over your head. Even now, you're way WAY over your head...but, we're a crew. And more importantly, I think a really wise guy told me that we're apparently both no-good low-down powerless losers. All the more reason for us to stack on top of one another and be stupendous together..." Nami purred. Her eyes were half-lidded, inducing a daze of confusion in Usopp.
"Together."
"...too....gether."
"What are you not understanding about this, Usopp?"
The awkward series of blinks between the two betrayed a level of obliviousness from the lacklusterly perverted pirate who had shirked his usual M.O. He had to pause for a moment, before Nami yanked down her shirt on one side, and cocked a brow. When the understanding was still not quite breached, she fanned some sweat off her chest and sighed heftily, leaning in close enough for her breath to peter past Usopp and tickle him in an unfamiliar way.
"I'm offering..." Nami began, listless, but amused by his cluelessness. "To smuggle you in my shirt...for the remainder of your time as an itty bitty Usopp no bigger than one finger." That seemed to be the ticket. After a brief bout of contemplation and slowly dawning realization, he clicked his feet together, starting to dart about with midair kicks and repeated little gestures towards himself that communicated the tiny, orb-orbiting pirate had finally clued himself in.
"You...mean it?" Usopp posed the question of. It was fair enough an assertion given the irritation. Nami was just perved on rather heavily from his position, and, even if he'd been

perched on her chest for as long as he had - there was still the comradery with a fellow crewmate to prioritize. Not to mention the risk of being discovered, the incidental planning involved in the event someone got a little handsy and felt an unexpected passenger, what their friends might think if he ever came loose, countless factors and logistics spiraled out of control in Usopp's limited space left residing in his head -- only to be swallowed up in an instant with another kiss from Nami's dedicatedly patient and decisive lips.
"Relax. Usopp. I'm a navigator. Whatever you're thinking, I've already thought of it. So leave the thinking to me...and you think about whatever spot here on my chest is coziest until we figure out what to do with you." She affirmed. Her finger plucked and pinched back a particularly sweat-adhered sticky bit of plentiful chest, offering a swan dive of an entrance to any one interested Usopp patron. Wiggling his hips on either side, Usopp meandered closer, peering off the meniscus of the surrounding area and prepared himself for the plunge.
"WHY DIDN'T YOU JUST SAY SO?!" Usopp asked, before getting a faceful of cleavage clasped about either side of him from a speechlessly amused Nami, already readily prepping herself for much humoring to come.

Usopp blinked, twice. His fingers wiggled with the auspicious hunger and determination of any scampering, foraging creature that shared his size. His tongue flicked along his spit-speckled teeth as he eyed it -- a massive mountain full of bountifully plentiful fries, still sizzling down to the last speckled bit of sprinkled salt along the top with freshly fried heat. As Usopp reached for the fry basked, gingerly spiced and freshly arranged with a motley blend of tantalizingly tasty enticements to the eyes, the self-proclaimed Sniper King and mighty God of the Strawhats would acutely spot one major problem with his intended course of action: he was small. And not just small. Thanks to the effects of the Minnu-Minnu fruit, he was smaller than just about any living person had ever been over the course of maritime history. And yet, it didn't seem his appetite shrunk one bit. Pursing his tight lips together, he trudged forward with a direly desirous urgency about him.
"...Don't...MIND...if I....DON'T?!" Another unfortunate realization would befell the blasphemous miniaturized man; he was not as strong as he used to pretend to be. Long gone were the days where he could feign his way to flights of fury and fancy. Instead, he was now the lightest of lightweights, punching well above his belt if he ever decided to punch at all. A generous interpretation of any movement of his arms -- especially under the present circumstance, the soft little things sliding through the air and colliding only with its emptiness in a dire bid to accomplish something, anything, of note. He missed. Leaping twice more, Usopp coiled up like a spring, bending at the knee, ready to launch himself.
"Wait until I get my hands on youuuuuuuuuOOOOOOOOW!?!" The wait Usopp alluded to would have to be prolonged.
His fingers smashed up, then impotently dinged off the basket's surrounding enclosure, the sizzling heat of fry grease threatening to sear his hands if he indelicately handled the veritable El Dorado of tasty troves. Which he did, almost as immediately as the threat registered its burning urgency and temporarily tattooed its pinkish singe to his skin. The sensation hurt, amplified massively by the tiny surface area of his doughy skin, forcing him to recoil with a sharp, shrill, 'owOWOWowOW'. He tap-danced in place, steeling his resolve to reach for a fry just along the side -- only for a pretty set of painted nails to press their pressure-rich grip into the edge of the savory sauce-lined snack, little drips gooeily stringing their separated slough over the beachfloor's many miniscule dunes. The girlish hand was hued with the lightest tan, warmly embraced by the sun's subtlest kisses, amply sized for grabbing someone as small as Usopp and effortlessly making off with him.
"HEY!" Usopp, remarked, huffily. "I saw it first! Right after the ones that repaired it, you that bought it, and these harpies overhead that spotted it...Pretty sure that gives me absolute overriding dibs!" Nami stirred him up a little, giggling as she gently bit into the petite most tip of the fry, letting crumbs indelicately slide over her chest and tumble towards the ground. It was like watching uncertain ground and uneven footing from a mountaintop drift towards the ravinelike abyss of out-of-sight reclusiveness. Her cavernous cleavage's countless vanishing act almost teasingly receded any scraps from view.

Curse her titties.
Usopp's ire only increased at the deliberate provocation, as he winced and flailed his arms about to try and stir his way through the imaginary liquid of the open air. He attempted human flight with remarkable ineffectiveness, responsively swatting at the air to try and reach up at Nami's repeated needling nibbles. "HEY! Hey! HEY! Heyyy! Give it! Give it here...or else...I will plunge myself into the volcanic depths of the food, and make off with as much as these hefty arms can carry!" The supposed God paused, catching his breath and beating his chest -- which made the accompanying process take even longer, while blowing air huffily out his nostrils. The gesture only made him hungrier, as the aromatic scent of the fries bracingly beat down on the tiny mote of a man.
That inspired piteous sympathy in Nami, who sighed, breaking off a small piece of a fry and passing it to the eagerly snatching hands of Usopp. She glared at him momentarily, staring wordlessly -- before pushing it towards his gut with a light flick and a sympathetic little pat, drubbing over the top of his head. A few excess crumbs clung to his hair, his nose teetering up and down as the retreating hand slid past his face.
A soft little trill sigh erupted from the giantess's mouth, as she brushed a hand over her temples, half-tempted to simply let him bring on his Pompei-levels-of-pyrrhic planning just so she can swoop in and save him from himself. She decided, instead, to opt for the proactive approach, speaking with a pursed lip's gradual unprying. To ensure that he paid attention, however, one of her feet scooped him up on its twiddling toes top, forcing him into the air, like an insect eyed over the surface of a leaf and carefully eyed him up and down. He breathed a bit slower, so effortlessly overpowered by the woman who made him her charge. Her fry-face-stuffed-chews-while-trying-to-attempt-talking-charge.
"I don't think that's such a good idea..." Nami spoke with condemning consternation, her hip tilted at a pivoted sway on one side. Her narrowed eyes glanced with a jarring indifference down towards the miniscule pirate, almost as if she sought to overwrite him from riding on her foot entirely. Maybe with a stomp, or an annoyed flick, just to prove a point. Usopp's mind racked with the infinite possibilities for sensationalist sudden sadism -- what he could've done to tick her off. Or, perhaps, the more likely explanation, she was simply just squinting to get a better view of him at his tiny, precarious perch underfoot the footfalls of anyone lacking discretion enough to not better avoid squishing him. and the sun was unflatteringly angling along her foot with blinding beams of light, bouncing off the metal buckle of her sandal-clad foot. "...The skies are buzzingly active with birds today. Even ignoring that...what if some bimbo airhead of a beach babe snatches you up and mistakes you for seasoning?"
"That could never happen!" Insisted Usopp, waving a hand dismissively upon the premature half-completion of Nami's words. There was a magnanimous air of supposed superiority before the face of her challenged credibility. He adamantly plunged forward, dancing across the simmering sear of salt flakes which, to his horror, were starting to move upwards. Seated on top of a single fry -- out from the foot and into the fry panned, he sprawled and scrambled to the

very edge, as Nami's lips parted, sending a searing dragonlike puff of breath in a billowing sensual sprawl towards the squirming little midge mite. "VERY funny, hot stuff..." Usopp quipped. Her soft, velvety-tuned laughter seemed to carry with it a small bubble of spit her hand instinctively rose to intercept.
As luck would have it, the same hand clamped around the tiny tormenter, squishing him wetly against her partially chewed food, and messily strewing bits of it about his outfit and body. He froze for a moment, before a voiceless 'YYYYYYYUCK' was articulated by his twitching body and repeated swats of both his hands. He took a solid few minutes of squirming and swatting, huffing whatever air he could that wasn't tainted by haughty hot hot-girl laughter, before a partially-in-jest "Here...let me fix that for you,--" rung out from a sympathetic-enough sounding Nami followed by a rebuking "-- and try not to stand in the way of danger...you don't want to flirt with trouble, do you, Usopp? I'd say you ought to have higher standards than that..."
"Screw standards!" Usopp exclaimed. "Standards are for people who think better of themselves! Who think themselves better than other people who think of themselves as anything but better! Bleugh! KILL me if I'm ever like that! I'm not gonna sit here and compromise on what makes me great just so I can think I'm greater...that's stupid! I say...trouble's good enough for me!"
"Trouble's good enough for you, huh?" Nami asked, a thickly sensual tone adhering to her words like a seductive sea perfume that set upon any woman who ever knew her way around a crow's nest, peering out to the distant shores. Lacking this kind of perceptiveness himself, Usopp may have missed entirely the gradual approach and erotic humility of his body being overshadowed entirely by a Nami who had made her mind up with all too much certainty about where and what she was going to subject him to. Her eyes slowly drifted shut as she sucked air in through her teeth, unfurling her fists to start plucking the oblivious Usopp up...
"Y-yeah..." Usopp replied hesitantly, still wiping bits of chewed up fry off himself. "I mean, not always. But, you know, sometimes. It's exciting! And, uh, it's not like I actively seek it out or anything...?!" Breath was bracing down on Usopp, disorienting him. He barely even noticed the way a lower lip traced over his face, gently grazing the top of his head. The taste seemed to be...tolerable to Nami. Enough to where she wouldn't rudely gag upon ingesting her friend. After all, he was about to be snatched up by his crewmate's massive mouth -- she would hate to draw attention to it with amply voiced disgust.
But then his words caught up to her. That. That didn't make sense at all.
Nami raised an eyebrow, a sly smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "Oh, really? Then what about your thing for girls with big" She paused for a moment. Noticed his trailing eyes. He wasn't ignoring her advances or her mouth's teasing. He was tortured by it. She realized, with a huffy gasp from the back of her throat, precisely what she should say next, the most damning condemnation she could think of. "...mouths?" she teased, emphasizing the last word, as if trying to enhance the scandal.

Usopp's face turned bright red as he stammered out a response.
"I-I don't have a thing for that! What are you talking about?" It was a meager protest.
Nami chuckled. "Oh come on, Usopp. I've seen the way you look at me when I'm eating something. Chowing down after wobbling around on the deck for a few hours. Something about seeing a girl with a worked up appetite working through that appetite...I dunno, it gets to you! And don't think I haven't noticed you staring at Robin's mouth when she's talking to you, either. You're pretty shameless, little guy!" To prove her point more poignant, Nami slowly allowed her tongue to loll out and unfurl, easing a finger atop the center and sensually scrubbing her tastebuds before flicking a few drops of hastily dodged spit in the direction of Usopp. They sizzled as they collided with the tasty fries nearby, something Usopp had completely forgotten in anticipation of being smooshed and sweatily smeared over by a tyrant's toes or tasting tongue.
Usopp's embarrassment only deepened at that two-pronged set of thoughts.
"I...I don't know what you're talking about. That's ridiculous. I...I don't know the first thing about that, gal's mouths? Yuck! The bigger the badder, I always say!"
Nami's smile turned into a mischievous grin as she leaned forward, propping her breasts further upwards with a pointedness to the way the masses jutted outwards and plumply stuck out. She pursed her lips -- parting to reveal her teeth in a wide, wild, frenzied array. "Well, if you're so sure you don't know the first thing about a gal's mouth, then why don't you come inside and take a closer look -- at mine?"
Before Usopp could protest, Nami leaned forward and slurped him up with a noodle's frenzied fervency and speed. The horrifying sight of Nami's mouth clamping came to be an awful enclosing reality, as her lips sealed around him, spittle caving in while her tongue playfully teased him. He whimpered and squirmed around in her warm, wet confines -- the scent of past-eaten fry still lingering in trace sloshing amounts all along the inside of Nami's maw, imposing itself onto the poor pirate and belaboring him to splash and slosh around in a mouth limitlessly larger than he. It was both terrifying and exhilarating, and he couldn't help but feel a little bit excited despite himself, and despite losing himself in her mouth. He couldn't tell which way was up, or down, which way was further in, or further out.
By the time Nami let him out of her mouth, he stumbled onto her palm, feeling dizzy and disoriented, enough to compromise his footing and send him tumbling onto his butt. The way it wetly squished against her palm made him wonder if he'd lost his clothing in her -- only for the squishing slide and swipe of affirmatively sitting up in a panicked shock to affirm he was still fully clothed in just about the only one good pair of clothing articles that would still fit him -- he was just sopping wet.

"Eeeeeyeshhhhh...this proves nothing! You just ran your big mouth a ton -- against me -- and slobbered all over the place in the process! You didn't even bother to collect any evideeEEEEEEEEE?!"
Usopp felt a sudden rush of motion, blurred in furious swiftness all around him -- a suffocatingly, deafeningly loud omnipresent giggle, and before he knew it, he was plunged into the warm, moist darkness of Nami's cavernlike mouth. The taste of her saliva coated his body and made every sputtering sensation and sound he produced all the wetter for it, filling his senses with a mix of sweetness and tanginess that he couldn't quite place. Perhaps the trace bits of savory from food she ingested in front of him were still lingering in trace amounts? Or maybe he was just imagining what ideal Nami spit might taste like. He struggled to keep his footing on the slippery surface, his tiny arms flailing as Nami swished him around, teasingly tossing him from cheek to cheek.
"Well well well, aren't you just the sweetest little man..." Nami's voice boomed in his ears, the sound distorted by the wetness of her mouth and the slightly garbled partial obscurity of her tongue flapping over him. She struggled to keep her shoulders straightened, trying not to double over in amusement at the mild little flurries of inconveniences this afforded a miniscule mote of a pirate like him.
"You taste like you're having way too much fun in there."
Usopp felt a flush of embarrassment wash over him, his face burning as he realized that Nami could probably taste the fear and excitement coursing through his veins and flushing his face and body beat red. He tried to muster up a witty response, but all that came out was a garbled mess of syllables that made Nami chuckle. It was a miracle he could be heard at all, sloshing over that much spit by the gallon-full. He was wading through the ocean of Nami's oral overstimulation.
"Aw, don't be embarrassed," she said, her tongue flicking out to lick him playfully. She could just barely see him on the tip of her tongue, like a word she couldn't quite pronounce, before a finger playfully tipped him back, followed by the slowest of descending slants of her head and a swashing little rotary juggle of the tiny thing against her body's confining innards. "It's not every day I get to savor the flavor of one of my crewmates..." She affirmed, cooking up a paltry bit of bitty insecurity by tucking a fry in after him.
Usopp's stomach churned at the thought of being devoured by his own nakama, but at the same time, there was a strange thrill in being so close to her and in such viable vulnerability. He couldn't deny the way her mouth felt against his skin, the way her teeth grazed against him in such intimate care -- that it made him shiver. He shuddered to imagine what part of the dark subconscious secretly yearned for more of this.
Nami herself seemed to sense his conflicted emotions -- and even savored them -- and teased him further, pokingly prodding with her fingers towards his gut, and just a little lower. "You know,

if you're not careful about being so easy to ride, I might just have to keep you in my mouth forever," she said, her lips curling into a mischievous smile. "You're just too delicious to let go...any direction but further back, that is."
Usopp couldn't help but let out a nervous laugh, the sound echoing against the walls of her mouth. He knew that Nami was just teasing him, but at the same time, there was a part of him that couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to stay in there forever, surrounded by the warm, wet embrace of her mouth. Or to be swallowed. Spuriously gulped down and flicked towards a tumbling stomach...
"Wait, wait wait wait...before we do this...what if...you...made this a little more exciting?" "A little more exciting," Nami inquired, skeptical. "Why?"
"Because it's fun!!! Think about it..." He sprawled out along her tongue, slowly descending towards the surface of saliva-rich wetness, trying to spin his intricate little web of lies and misdirection. He had to catch himself to keep from laughing. "You...do something a little special...something to elevate this to the next level...who's gonna wanna mess with you then, not me, that's for sure! Just a little extra finesse, and...WHAM! You're top dog, Nami! I bet we could pull this routine on who knows how many people, and they might even fling glistening gold coins, or praises your way...!"
Nami held Usopp in her hand, his tiny form trembling with a mixture of fear and exhilaration. He was absolutely bluffing. He had grown accustomed to being protected by her immense size, but he couldn't help the nagging feeling that he was a burden to her in some ways, being humored, being imposing, and having to manipulate out of her whatever it was he needed or wanted. It was almost humiliating how hard he had to work in order to make convincing his pleas just to leave unsupervised.
Usopp couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt.
He was always putting Nami in danger even BEFORE the Minnu-Minnu fruit, and now making her go out of her way to protect him. He knew he should be more careful...
...but even AFTER, the thrill of danger was too alluring.
Suddenly, Usopp had an idea.
A way to get the best of both setbacks and advantages of being tiny.
He looked up at Nami with a sly grin. "Hey, Nami. You know what would be fun? If you threw me into the air and I landed in your hand again. Or. Even your mouth! Something...like a sly game of catch! This could be just the sorta thing we need!"

Nami raised an eyebrow, clearly skeptical. "I don't know, Usopp. It's pretty dangerous."
Usopp pouted, knowing that Nami would fall for his ruse if he just played up the right words and the right cards. "Oh, come on! It'll be fine. I've got...reflexes! And...inspiring cowardice! Nothing can outmatch that!"
Nami sighed and rolled her eyes, but couldn't resist Usopp's pleading gaze, the intense and impossible-not-to-humor softness inherent to his comedic almost clownlike aura. She lifted him up and prepared to throw him, but just as she was about to release him, Usopp leapt out of her hand and scampered off, leaving her aghast and perplexed with her mouth open for reasons more than just to anticipate his landing - shock spread across her face as he made a beeline for the fries.
"Hey!" Nami cried, her massive feet pounding the sand as she skidded and slid, matting a small whipped-up sandstorm's worth of grains off her legs. At his size, she may as well have been an inclement weather condition given life. Usopp laughed all the same, dodging her giant sandal-clad feet as he ran. The wind rushed past his face, his heart pounding in his chest as he escaped from Nami's grasp once again when her fingers interlaced just overhead. He glanced back at Nami just long enough to sneer, her body still slowly motioning into the preparatory phase of chasing after him, her massive feet burrowing at the ground with each step. For a moment, Usopp felt a pang of guilt, but it quickly faded as the thrill of the chase took over, rendering him drunk. He thumbed his nose up at her and began to taunt her with his mischievous freedomseeking grin.
"Heheee! Later sandbag tits!!!" He remarked, briskly.
Usopp spoke, grimly, leaping and plummeting from the end of Nami's surprised fingertips. She clenched her hand around him as fast as she could, narrowly missing as he suddenly emerged, moments later, with searing snacks and dripping toppings tracing from his miniscule body.
"Usopp! Get back here! Think about what you're doing!!! That was crude and thoughtless!" Nami exclaimed.
"I already did," Usopp countered, nibbling feverish bites out of his food as though he were swishing about the rinds of the Minnu-Minnu fruit, or trying to pick the bits from between his teeth with an influx of rapidly gushing saliva. Instead, he merely coughed, beating his chest, and trying to play the motion off like some sort of self-elevating gesture of grandiosity. "And I decided...I already know what I'm doing, no further thinking about required! If I spent all my time thinking, I'd already have thought up all the good ideas in the whole wide world and made it a crummier place for all the philosophers, poets, and romantics! Leave some of the thinking to them, will ya? Meanwhile, I've already made off with all their snacks and treasures! Ha-ah-ha!"
The jeering call of gulls overhead would signal tacitly that Usopp was about to be reacquainted with danger; something that, since shrinking, had become something of a regular occurrence for

him. Their beady eyes bore down on him, as their shrill, rallying cry summoned to arms their urgent airborne fleet of frantic feathers. Food had been spotted. First to sink their beak synched around it tightly would be able to swallow it, and all of Usopp with it, whole. The quiet quarrelling of quarries across a street's cobbled corner sounded like the clinking of intricate, slow-moving machines. And the sauce-speckled fry he clasped between his hands like a matchstick to an oncoming powder keg was a liability to any number of these grazing non-lookers.
"Move it or lose it, bird brain!!! Bet you didn't expect to be outsmarted by Usopp today, didya? Well this is MY meal, and you're not going to get to peck and choose when the underworld...er...the world down below -- is ruled by the God of Sneaking Snacks and Every Grain of Sand...! Usopp, the Shoreline Skirter! The penny-pincher! That's me now! The smallest Big Time pirate of the High Sighs! I mean Seas!" It was hardly a slip-up indeliberately spoken.
He tried not to sound disappointed. Operating word being tried.
He wasn't, as far as he could tell. But there was a sinking feeling that settled into him as soon as a sandal-clad foot clapped against the mushy bits of dampened shoreline. From the scent, this was someone who wandered quite a bit. But...it seemed tanner than he was familiar with, and the toes curled as though someone malicious were wielding them. Darting his eyes up, Usopp couldn't ascertain the accompanying stranger's identity, merely wincing at the blinding sunlight beaming down.
"Nami?!" He asked, quizzically.
"Oh...hello there, young man..." The woman spoke. Definitely not Nami. She eclipsed the sun overhead, her middle-aged hand outreaching for a frantically dodging pirate. "So good of you to ask 'what' I want with you...in due time, you'll find out..." She remarked, feverishly happily. Reaching into her handbag, she flicked a few crumbs at the ground, attracting an arsenal of seagulls...perhaps this woman possessed a haki of some kind? Or was merely this attuned to the birds? The influx of gulls did seem suspicious lately. Before he could properly articulate his hesitance, Usopp was grasped by the wrinkled interphalangeal spaces spanning the length of each of her fingers...and plopped out of sight by a bag's stuffily stuck contents. He screamed, wailed, and banged his hands against the bag, roughly trying to pry free from this gal's bag.
"I don't even know you!!!" He protested.
"Oh, you will, young man," spoke the perturbingly eerie woman. "In due time."
Nami, meanwhile, was frantically swatting at the seagulls with her giant sandal, trying to protect her tiny friend she seemed almost oblivious had gotten so far away. She managed to dispatch a few of them, but they just kept coming, their haunting eyes roaming for little morsels scurrying around on the sand. From crabs to discarded foods. She was growing skittish, anxious, nervous

sounds haunting her as she pictured the countless stampedes of foot traffic that could have crunched the poor, foolish, inattentive little Usopp and made U-soup of his stringy remains. It was a horrid, morbid thought that nearly had her nibbling her fingertips.
"If I were Usopp...where would I be...what would I say?" Nami pondered. "Move it or lose it, bird brains!" Usopp taunted, his voice carrying the bravado of a much larger man. "You think you can take on the mighty Usopp? I am the God of Sneaking Snacks and Every Grain of Sand! The smallest Big Time pirate of the High Seas!" She pantomimed the swaying of her arms, and clenched her hands, trying to throw her head back and really immerse herself. It accomplished little, her chest deflating, as frantic gull cries flooded the air, seeming to circle and entrench the dry, sunny spots of the arid beach surrounding.
"Usopp, this is no time for bravado. You need to get out of here before you become their lunch...heh...he'd get a pep and a kick in his step with that one...Usopppp....where are you...?" She missed his cowardice. She missed the noises he made.
As she continued her frantic search, Nami's thoughts rummaged through the possibilities as to where Usopp could have possibly gone. Had he been picked up by a bird and flown away? Had he somehow managed to crawl into a small crevice in the rocks or sand? Or worse, had he been caught by someone or something that meant him harm?
She couldn't bear the thought of losing another member of the crew.
As she droned on in her head, she searched every nook and cranny, calling out Usopp's name and holding out hoping for a response, Nami's prophetic foretellings eerily aligned with actual events transpiring. She even considered using her Clima-Tact to summon a storm, hoping that it would somehow draw Usopp out of hiding. But as she looked around at the sunny, cloudless sky, she knew that wouldn't work -- the beach was simply too vast.
"That's Nami!" Cried out Usopp, as he heard the familiar sound of a tri-splitting Bō vibrantly whipping about. He excitedly punched a make-up kit, trying to claw his way past the frustratingly difficult-to-break zipper, barely able to poke his neck out. A finger intercepted him quickly -- the gull-commanding stranger snapping at him with a furious grunt, holding her purse closer to her chest.
"Quiet, you! I am not losing my precious commodity all because a pirate thinks he has a right to get uppity! Do you have any idea who I am? Lady Albatross! The soon-to-be-Pirate Queen!" The woman bragged, puffing her giantess chest out, her ample bosom and chest encroaching on the tiny Usopp from every direction, closing in. It was much less enticing and exciting than when Nami did it, reeking of cheap perfumes and artificialities. Though, much more off-putting was the name belonging to this weird tramp.

"...Lady. Lady Albatross. What kind of name is that? You sound like a hag!!! A smelly hag who isn't clever enough to make herself memorable! Pahahahah! Am I supposed to be scared of a name like Lady Albatross?"
She paused, letting the irritation seep through.
And then began rapidly pouring the contents of her bag in an avalanche of tacky souvenirs, wrapper-bound candies, and pirate trinkets straight into her cleavage, furiously howling at the heavens. "WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE, YOUNG MAN, COMMENTING ON A LADIES' NAME SO DISRESPECTFULLY? DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW SHORT-SIGHTED THAT IS? I COULD CRUSH YOU, PULVERIZE YOU, SQUISH YOU INTO PIECES!"
She squealed, crushing her tits together. Unbeknownst to her, however, Usopp had already escaped her encroaching tits, smothering and squeezing himself excruciatingly slowly in between combative impacts, as she continued to rant at the heavens. His tiny footprints and miniature size made fleeing that much easier, as he sighed with a fitful of heftily-inhaled relief. Fresh air. Air that still felt...off, like it was missing something. Or someone.
"I've gotta find Nami. Yeesh. I'm going soft out here..." Hopping from the wooden rafters of a strewn-together rope-hewn staircase, Usopp began to retrace his steps in rapid pursuit of Nami. The salty sea air filled his nostrils as he zigzagged through the infinitely expansive sand dunes, trying to put as much distance as he could between himself and Lady Albatross. He heard her cackle in the distance, followed by the angry cries of the seagulls she controlled -- either from her madness seeping in, or her understanding she was getting close to her prize.
Usopp shuddered at the thought of being caught by her, knowing that his freedom would be lost forever. Probably put on a display somewhere, or worse.
He spotted a small crevice in the rock formations ahead, and he quickly darted towards it, hoping that it would provide him with some cover. As he entered the crevice, he felt a sudden chill run down his spine. The darkness was complete, and the air was stale and humid. But he knew that he couldn't stay there for long...even with the countless feet walking overhead, blocking, and unblocking, obscuring, and clearing the sunlight...he imagined a life here forever, underneath feet far bigger than him, but protecting him, if accidentally...it was nothing like the same Nami he fled on foot from.
He needed to press on.
He emerged on the other side, panting and sweating profusely, never having thought in all his life he would ever miss Nami's feet this much. He took a moment to catch his breath, then continued on his journey. He knew that he had to be careful from now on, for the dangers of this world were numerous and unforgiving. But Nami would be forgiving.

"NAMI!?" He screamed, pointing, and repeatedly dancing about on his feet. She seemed to be cupping her hands over his eyes, shouting for him by the looks of it. "I'm down here, Nami! Nami, I'm down here! You can see me right? Namiiii!!! How glad I am to see you...you...you see me too, right? Right, right?" He tried desperately to flag her down. Just as the squinting of recognition seemed to settle in, and her gaze settled over him, she waved -- and he waved back, hoping to confirm to her that he was precisely who she was searching for. Relief set into him.
Only to get snatched away by the perch of a bird's beak, the same bird that had captured him.
"Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat?! Hey, lemme go, bird brain! I've got a girl waiting on me!!! Do you have any idea how hard it is for a funny guy like me to keep a woman interested? Not very! But I am not in the bizniz of seeing gals as expendable! You put me down, mister, this instant!" The seagull merely cawed, apathetically, its beak threatening to dip the mouthy literal mouthful into the murky waters below, causing a shaky index finger to point skyward with a plea. "Nevermind, haha, all hands on deck f-for Air Gull!" With that, came an idea...
Perhaps one that might even get Nami's attention.
As Nami continued to search after countless false leads, her mind raced with all sorts of terrible scenarios. What if Usopp had been swallowed by a sea monster? What if he had fallen into a pit of quicksand? What if he had been captured by enemy pirates? What if he were eaten alive and swallowed by a bird -- or even not swallowed, but too gross to put back in hers? Eeugh. That...lovable fool.
If only it weren't getting dark. Search efforts were turning up nothing, becoming largely pointless. Just as she was about to give up hope for the day, she heard a tiny voice calling out to her. "Nami! Nami, over here! Duck! Er. Not a duck, a seagull actually, but DUCK YOURSELF!"
Relieved beyond measure, Nami followed the sound of Usopp's voice until she finally spotted him, peeking out from...a seagull's beak! Or, more astutely, the top of his head, with a piece of fabric shredded and affixed to its mouth like a horse's reins. He looked a little worse for wear, but he was alive and well. Rushing over to him, Nami reared up a sandal -- and smacked the bird out of the air, then quickly scooped Usopp up in her hand and cradled him gently. He seemed...a fair bit surprised his ride was so easily dispatched, even a bit worried he might've made her angry. But her words seemed to contradict this narrative into silent inexistence.
"Thank goodness you're okay," she said, relief evident in her voice. "I was so worried about you."

Usopp looked up at her with a sheepish grin. "Sorry about that," he said. "I just wanted to feel...you know, like I wasn't a big burden, and before I knew it, I was being chased by seagulls and swatted at by giant sandals."
Nami couldn't help but laugh at the image. "Well, let's get out of here before any more trouble finds us," she said, setting Usopp down a short ways in front of her to give him grounds to lead. "I promise you, you're not a burden. If you want to be trusted more...well. Let me just be close enough to keep you safe. You've already proven yourself plenty capable, it's not that...I just want to keep an eye on you...it's enough to know that you're alive and -"
"WELL, WELL, WELL!" Bellowed Lady Albatross. hovered menacingly above Usopp, her sharp talons ready to snatch him up and sell him to the highest bidder. Usopp could feel the hot breath of the albatross lady on his face as she let out a triumphant cackle. The ruffled feathers along her coat seemed to suggest she was something other than human, and that whatever patience her species had was entirely spent. "I've got you now, little one! You'll make me a fortune! A rare tiny pirate...think of all the ways the law can make an example of you!" Usopp's heart sank as he realized that he had been caught once again. He glanced around frantically, hoping for some way to escape, but there was nowhere to run -- not with Lady Albatross's birds encircling. His legs were too small to carry him all that far.
Suddenly, a shadowy reminder loomed over them, and Lady Albatross looked up in surprise to see Nami standing taller than she, her giant feet planted firmly on the ground. There was an air of indignation to Nami's words as she tugged on Usopp, perched between two toes, and safeguarded against harm by her discretely removed sandals.
"Let him go, creep," Nami said sternly. "He's not yours to take."
Lady Albatross snorted derisively. "And who are you to tell me what to do? I am the law! I am the heaven's judgement imposed upon mankind! I am Lady Albatross!"
Nami didn't flinch. "I'm the one who will humiliate you in a single move if you don't back away right now."
Lady Albatross laughed. "You? You're nothing but a human! I could crush you with one talon! You don't stand a chance against my kind of power, young lady!"
Nami smiled wryly. "That may be true, but I have something you don't." "And what would that be?" Lady Albatross inquired, leering.
"Reflexes. And inspiring cowardice." Before the woman could even contemplate those words, it was already too late. With that remarking, Nami lunged forward, snatching Usopp from Lady Albatross's grasp and tucking him securely into the familiar safety of her chest. Lady Albatross let out a squawk of surprise and anger, but it was too late - Nami had already turned and was

running away, Usopp safe and sound. Each jiggling and jostling of her chest wrapping him in a cocoon of warmth. As the two ran, Usopp couldn't help but peek out from Nami's chest, looking back at the furious Lady Albatross. He felt a mixture of relief and gratitude towards Nami, and couldn't help but grin mischievously at the repeatedly obscured view and chest flesh that wrapped and braced along his body.
Nami chuckled, her footsteps thudding heavily on the sand as she ran. "You're lucky I found you in time, little guy. You're like a magnet for trouble!" That was...cute. Was that a praise? Usopp couldn't quite tell. He paused, for a moment, adjusting himself so he could breathe more free air, gliding both his hands up against the underside of his chin and perching himself more appropriately along the bouncy surface of his cleavage perch. Usopp paused and then grinned up at her.
"I know. But I also know that I have the best protector around. Good for cancelling out bad attractions."
Nami smiled down at him, a warmth spreading through her chest. That was a stupid line.
Usopp had found himself lost in his thoughts along the small nook of Nami's breasts -- a fleshy pocket of warm home better than anything that even the Sunny had onboard. He reluctantly permitted himself the indiscretion of comfort when they were far enough to hear neither gull cry nor Albatross shriek, and he snuggled up close to the warmth of her body. He let out a small sigh, still in shock from the events that had just transpired. It was going to stick with him for a while.
"Nami, I can't thank you enough for saving me again," Usopp said, his voice barely above a whisper. The guilt-laced words were enough to weigh him down. Though, not very far. Nami's finger, after all, positioned up his chin and comfortably nuzzled him into place with a jeering energy to her. She smiled softly, reaching into her bra to stroke his tiny head. "Don't mention it, Usopp. I couldn't leave you to be sold to Lady Albatross. Or eaten by gulls. Or starving without fries. You're too important to us. You do know that, right? We...wouldn't be the Strawhats without you."
Usopp's heart swelled at her words, and he looked up at her with wide eyes. "Really?"
"Really," Nami confirmed, leaning down to place a gentle kiss on Usopp's forehead. Though it engulfed all of him, and looked to onlookers as though a woman were merely extremely confident and comfortable with her own endowments, she didn't care. Gripping the sides of her chest, she spoke comfortably. "You're part of our crew, and we take care of our own. No matter how big or small they are. Or in your case, really...really...really small."
Usopp felt a rush of warmth spread throughout his body at her words and touch. "I'm glad I'm part of this crew," he said, snuggling even closer to her. He could smell the sea salt in her clothes, adhering to every nook and cranny and forcing into prominence the homely sort of

atmosphere he only ever really felt around her. He had to remind himself that this was where he belonged, that this was his to call his own. Nami took both her hands and softly began to wrapped her arms around him - - and consequently her chest, holding him close in a suffocatingly tight embrace. Things were getting fluffier than usual. But she meant every word she could manage. The wooden creaks underfoot seemed to suggest she had found the ship, all inhabitants already fast asleep. They had to have been -- usually a racket of a ruckus would be awaiting Nami's return.
"And we're glad to have you, Usopp."
They sat there in comfortable silence for a few moments, enjoying each other's company. Usopp felt a sense of peace wash over him, knowing that he was safe and surrounded by people who cared for him.
Finally, he looked up at Nami, a small smile on his face. "Hey, Nami?" "Yes, Usopp?"
"Thanks for being my hero," he said, his voice filled with gratitude.
Nami smiled, leaning down to kiss him gently on the lips. "Anytime, Usopp. Anytime." As a sleepiness settled over Nami, she began to lean into her bed, seeming to miss entirely the way belongings were strewn about and mislaid, almost attacked even. She stretched her arms over her head as the thoroughly exhausted Usopp began to nod off. Her rear collided with the hammock, stretching the surface into the inauspicious shape of a small, tiny, kicking figure. The miniscule Sanji kicked and squirmed, trying to combat the ass over top of him that forced its way back, craned and crooned until Nami was perfectly satisfied, letting out a relaxed little puff of air and pursing her lips.
"Thank goodness Usopp was asleep...I'd just about die if anybody were around to hear me behaving this crudely...eugh..." She remarked, blissfully unaware of the miniscule crew scattering about underfoot, all of which dependent on the only unshrunken member of the Strawhats.