(Or: How Naruto Uzumaki Was Lovingly, Randomly, and Permanently Kidnapped by Three Sets of Impossible Thighs Before 5:15 a.m.)
Naruto arrived at Training Ground 7 at exactly 4:57 a.m., bouncing on the balls of his feet, two bentos in one hand, a determined grin on his face.
"Alright! Today's the day I finally become a real shinobi, believe it!"
The clearing was still dark, mist curling low over the grass, the two silver bells hanging from the wooden post glinting faintly in the pre-dawn gloom.
He took one step forward.
And then the ground shook.
A soft, wet, rhythmic thump-thump-thump that made the mist swirl and part like theater curtains.
Saki came first.
She didn't walk.
She waddled.
Because walking was impossible when your hips were literally twice as wide as a doorway and your ass cheeks clapped loud enough to wake the dead.
Her cotton-candy pink hair dragged behind her like a wedding train made of silk and sin.
Her tits—each one bigger than Naruto's entire torso—swung in slow, hypnotic arcs, milk dripping from thumb-sized nipples in steady streams that steamed on the cool grass.
She saw him.
Her vacant, love-drunk eyes locked on.
And she squealed.
A high, broken, dick-melting squeal that made every bird in the forest take off at once.
"NARUTOOOO-KUNNNNNNNNN~♡♡♡♡♡"
She hit him like a pink tsunami.
One second Naruto was standing.
The next he was on his back in the grass, Saki straddling his chest, those planetary tits smothering his face completely, milk pouring into his mouth as she ground her gushing pussy against his stomach and sobbed with joy.
"Naruto-kun Naruto-kun I love you I love you I missed you so much please marry me please breed me please own me forever—"
Before he could even process the taste of warm milk on his tongue, the air split with another voice.
"Naruto-samaaaa~ move over, you greedy pink cow, he's MINE first~♡"
Sasuki descended like a midnight avalanche.
Black hair cascading everywhere, violet eyes crossed with lust, lips so plump they looked photoshopped.
She dropped straight onto Naruto's lower half, planting her fat, heart-shaped ass directly on his crotch and grinding down with a moan that could curdle milk.
"Mine mine mine mine mine—finally—finally—Naruto-kun's cock is right here—feel how hard you make your Sasuki~♡"
Naruto's brain blue-screened.
He tried to speak.
All that came out was a muffled, milk-soaked "Mmph?!?"
And then the earth itself seemed to tremble.
A third impact.
THOOM.
Kako arrived.
The biggest.
The final.
The one whose thighs were so obscenely, impossibly thick that each one was wider than Naruto's entire body.
She didn't run.
She glided, silver-pink hair flowing like a cape, tits so colossal they dragged twin furrows in the dirt, milk spraying in rhythmic geysers with every step.
Her eyes—permanently rolled back in bliss—locked on Naruto buried under the other two.
And she smiled the vacant, drooling smile of a creature that had won the lottery of existence.
"Na…ru…to…sa…maaaa~♡"
"Your biggest, milkiest, dumbest cow is here~♡"
She moved with terrifying grace for something so ridiculously proportioned.
One step.
Two.
Then she simply lowered herself.
Her thighs—each one thicker than ancient tree trunks, soft yet impossibly powerful—closed around Naruto's torso from the sides like warm, living velvet vices.
Saki and Sasuki squealed in delight and shifted instantly, seamlessly, like they had rehearsed this a thousand times in their empty heads.
Saki scooted forward, wrapping her own monstrous thighs around Naruto's head and neck from the front.
Sasuki twisted, sliding her legs up and locking them around his hips from behind.
And Kako completed the prison.
The three sets of thighs met in the middle.
Interlocked.
Sealed.
A perfect, inescapable cage of soft, jiggling, milk-scented flesh.
Naruto was completely encased from shoulders to knees in the warmest, softest, most powerful prison ever constructed.
He couldn't move an inch.
He could barely breathe—and what little air he got was 100% pure bimbo pheromones and warm milk.
Kako leaned down—her tits pooling on the ground like rising bread dough—and pressed her plush, bee-stung lips to his ear.
Her voice was pure melted sex, low and slow and dripping with worship.
"Shhhhh, Naruto-sama~♡"
"No more bell test~♡"
"No more training~♡"
"Just us~♡"
"Forever~♡"
Saki nuzzled his whiskered cheek, tears of joy streaming down her face.
"We love you so much it broke our brains~♡"
"Please keep us, please never let us go~♡"
Sasuki ground her soaked pussy against his now rock-hard cock, whimpering.
"You're our everything, Naruto-kun~♡"
"Our husband~♡"
"Our god~♡"
And together, in perfect, vacant, love-drunk harmony, the three biggest, dumbest, most randomly perfect bimbos in existence tightened their thigh prison and cooed in unison:
"Welcome home, Naruto-sama~♡"
"We're never letting you out~♡"
Somewhere in the distance, two silver bells tinkled once in the breeze…
…and then went silent forever.
The bell test was over.
Naruto had passed with flying colors.
He just never got the bells.
He got something infinitely better.
Three brainless, drooling, eternally devoted super-bimbos and the softest, warmest, most inescapable prison of thighs in the world.
And as the sun finally rose over Training Ground 7, painting the sky the same orange as his jacket, Naruto realized something very important.
He wasn't going anywhere.
Ever again.
And he was perfectly, perfectly okay with that.