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.
Giantess World
