Home - Part 1 By arcoviontime@gmail.com John had always been a brave young man. He was also very handsome with a fair complexion. When America entered the second world war, he enthusiastically enlisted. So, at the age of 24, he enlisted at his nearest recruiting station, and he was deployed to the Pacific theater of war in no time. He entered service in January of 1942, and his platoon saw action throughout the Pacific. He proved his bravery many times over. The only thing that John had never been happy with was his size and slim build. He was only 5' 0" tall, and weighed 100 pounds. That was one of the reasons he had learned to be bold. He felt that he had to compensate for his size somehow. For the next 2 years, John had numerous brushes with death, but he somehow survived each encounter, while many of his fellow soldiers were killed. His platoon had to be reconstituted with fresh recruits many times. Around the end of January 1944, his army group was ambushed, and they were all taken prisoner by the Japanese. Soon, John found himself in a Japanese prisoner of war camp in one of the most remove regions of Japan. John had heard horror stories of how Americans were treated in these prisoner of war camps, and he swore to himself that he would find a way to escape. During the first week, he and the surviving members of his platoon ambushed the camp guards at the first opportunity. After a bloody confrontation, most of his comrades were either injured, killed or recaptured, but he managed to escape. As it was beginning to get dark, John decided to follow the sun as it set over the horizon. For the next 24 hours, John's journey took him through some of Japan's most remote and mountainous countryside, with no sight of any humans. Finally, John came upon a dwelling built in the traditional Japanese style. He could make out a figure inside the home, but he could not tell if it was male or female. By now, John was starving, and he decided to wait until it was completely dark. then he reasoned, he would somehow find his way inside, and hopefully find something to eat without getting caught. Soon, it was pitch black, and John decided to carry out his plan. His instincts told him that in this remote area, people would not lock their doors and windows at night. He carefully and quietly made his way to one of the side windows, and tried to open it. His intuition had been right, and the window opened without any noise, and John was inside the living room. John quickly surveyed his surroundings, located the kitchen and entered it. He located the fridge, and opened it carefully. The light from the refrigerator illuminated the kitchen. Inside the fridge, John saw some bread, fruit, and some cooked beef and rice. Ordinarily he would have preferred to grab a bag and put the items inside it and leave, but under the current circumstances he decided to just wolf down the food and be on his way, as he was starving and he couldn't find a bag anywhere. The food was gone in no time, and John decided to leave. During his journey through the countryside, John's shoelaces had become untied, and due to his fatigue, hunger and exhaustion, John had either not noticed it, or had not bothered to tie them. Regardless, he tripped when he stepped on the laces of his left boot, and he went crashing down. His left temple hit the stone counter-top at full force, which caused him to lose consciousness, and he hit the ground at full force as well. In the process, he had also managed to knock over a tall pile of dishes, which broke with a loud noise when they hit the kitchen floor. All this noise managed to wake up to occupant of the house. The owner of the house, Mariko, opened her eyes, and turned on the lights in her bedroom. She thought that a wild animal must have broken into her home, as burglaries in the area were unheard of. She went to her living room, and then to the kitchen and found the unconscious body of a man on her kitchen floor. After surveying his face, she noticed that he was Caucasian in appearance. The next thing she noticed were his dirty, smelly and tattered clothing and his old worn-out boots. Mariko had always been meticulously clean, and the idea of having a dirty smelly stranger in her home seemed horrific. The first thing that Mariko did was to strip John of all of his clothes and boots. She took them outside, doused them with petrol, and set them on fire. The fire quickly consumed them, and in no time, all that was left were the rubber soles of the boots. Next, Mariko went back to her kitchen, and examined John's still unconscious and now completely nude form more carefully. What she saw was a very small and handsome white man, whose face and hands were covered with grime and dirt, and whose body had been somewhat bruised. Mariko lifted up John's unconscious form, and carried him to her living room, placing him on her sofa. Her intuition told her that he was going to be out for a while. She went back to her kitchen, and cleaned it and put things back in order. Next, she took a small white towel and poured some water on it, and went back to John, and proceeded to rub the grime and dirt off of his body. The feeling of the wet towel on his face brought John back to the world, and he slowly opened his eyes. After a moment or two, Mariko's face came into his view. The view that greeted John was that of a very beautiful Japanese woman in her undergarments, with a concerned and surprised look on her face. The first thing that John noticed about Mariko was her immense size. He noted that although she was in her bare feet, the top of her head almost reached the ceiling. She was also heavyset, but not fat. She had the classic voluptuous hourglass figure. Her hair came down to her lower back, and overall, despite her tremendous size, she had a very feminine appearance. John estimated that she must have been around 7 feet tall in height, and 300 pounds in weight. When John finally had all his faculties together, he heard Mariko say : "Hello sir ! Are you ok ? You have big bruise on head ! Who are you ? What you do in my house ?" After shaking off the cobwebs, John replied : "H-hello ! M-my head ! It really hurts, but I think I will be ok..My name is John ! I am sorry I entered your house, but I was starving ! I meant no harm..." After another few moments, John felt like something wasn't quite right... He noticed all the hairs on his body were erect, and he looked at his body and he realized that he was naked. Turning red with embarrassment, he covered the space between his legs and he said : "W-why am I naked ? Where are my clothes ?" Mariko tersely replied : "Your clothes and boots were filthy, smelly, and torn up ! Nobody enters Mariko's house with clothes like that ! I burned your clothes and boots ! I also cleaned the dirt and grime off of your body, but you still not completely clean ! Here... take this towel, and shower and clean yourself ! Shower at end of hallway !" And with that Mariko threw him a towel. John needed no more instructions, and he was in the shower in no-time. The hot water hit his body like a waterfall, and it felt wonderful... After a long shower, where he soaped his body, and shampooed his hair, and cleaned himself of all the grime and dirt, he was finally clean. John exited the shower, dried himself with the towel, wrapped it around his body, and was soon back in Mariko's living room. He had to look way upwards to make eye contact with Mariko and said : "Can you show me where you burned my clothes and boots ?" Mariko showed him the spot outside of her house, and John saw nothing but a pile of ashes, and some burnt rubber. John sighed, and looked up to Mariko and said : "W-what am I going to do now ? How am I going to leave ?" Mariko looked down into John's eyes and said : "Where would you go mr. John ? Nothing out here but few people, and wild animals. Also, it would seem strange for white man to be lost in this area !" John realized that Mariko had a point. He looked upwards into her eyes and said : "I-I guess you are right !" At this point, Mariko could no longer hide her curiosity and said : "Can I ask you question Mr. John ? How does white man like you end up in this part of Japan ? " John had always been very honest by nature, perhaps too honest... He hated lying, and he decided to tell the truth. Besides, he reasoned that it was best to be honest anyways, because there was no way he could come up with any other believable answer, other than the truth. so he answered back : "Ms. Mariko ! I am going to be honest with you ! I escaped from a prisoner of war camp ! I was captured along with other soldiers !" After hearing John's answer, Mariko instantly believed him, and was also surprised by his brutal honesty. She probed further and said : "Have you killed any Japanese soldiers ?" After a brief pause, John replied that he had. Mariko paused for a moment, then replied : "You are brave honest man ! Good quality in man ! Why you join army ?" Given John had already been brutally honest, he replied : "I never liked being so small ! I thought this way, I could prove my manhood, and also have a sense of adventure !" John's candid honesty not only gained Mariko's respect, But she also decided to tell John about her own life : "Mr John ! I moved here far away from everyone 2 years ago, because I could not find husband. I way too big for Japanese men ! I feel terrible shame, and people very bad to me about my size. Here I at least away by self, and less persons to hurt my feeling. I am now 25 !" Hearing this made John truly feel sorry for Mariko. He answered back : "Well, I am 26, and still single also. But don't give up hope. You might find the right person one day." By now, it was getting late, and both of them were tired. Mariko looked down into john's eyes and said : "It very late. I am tired and need to go back to sleep. You sleep on sofa tonight. I see you in morning." And with that, Mariko gave john a blanket, went to her room and closed the door, and fell asleep. John also fell asleep on the sofa in no time. Prior to going to bed, there were two things on his mind : "What was he going to do about clothes, and what was awaiting him in the following days ?"