A Week Long Stint as Upholstery
Tiny Tutor (Re-Upload)
chapter 6
by
Bobob1
Your life had become a living hell the second that girl Jasmine had gotten her hands on you. Nearly a week of time had passed since that fateful meeting with her and your life had been an unwavering span of both torture and boredom for the entire time you acted as a tan dot in the seat of that recliner. You were forced to watch and listen to the lives of normal people continuing all around you for the time span as you cursed the fact that you couldn't just be a normal guy. For the first few days you had to listen to your first pupil's panicked searches for you as she checked nearly every inch of the house. You prayed that her gaze would let her find you but it seemed like Jasmine had done such a good job hiding you with thread that the only way someone would find you was if they were looking right at you. But once again fate was on your side as she never checked the reclining chair quite carefully enough, and your shackled position went unnoticed.
As the days rolled by the crippling boredom of being locked into one position, staring upwards, wasn't the only source of suffering for you, not even close. It seemed that Jenny and Jasmine's mother loved this chair more than any other place in the house as she spent hours upon hours watching tv, reading, or just relaxing in it. Each and every time you felt your world shake with heavy footfalls you knew the matron of the household was approaching and you were about to be crushed once again. Sometimes she would be in jeans, other times in leggings, and once or twice when she was home alone she would wear nothing at all, but regardless of the clothing choice the powerful crushing force she exerted on you was the same. Every day you prayed that Stacy or somehow Shannon would show up to check on you, but you knew that unless you called them they wouldn't likely be coming over. Seven days of this god-forsaken torture you suffered through before finally the day of your discovery came.
On this particular day Janice was exhausted, she had worked out for the first time in months and her body was paying the price for it. By some miracle of good genetics her hourglass figure came completely naturally, but at the same time she still wished she could lose a few inches around her hips. She had already cooked dinner for her Jenny and Jasmine and now, still clad in her workout gear, prepared to sit down with a big bowl of popcorn and watch a nice, long movie. You, of course, knew none of what her day entailed as you were trapped in your eternally boring prison. But as you heard the commotion in the kitchen die down after dinner you began to hear voices approaching you.
"Come on, Jenny. I'm sure your little tutor friend is fine, he probably had an emergency and had to go home or something. Now let's just sit down and watch a movie together to take your mind off of it, sound good? I'll even pop some popcorn." You heard the voice of Janice say as she spun around and headed back to the microwave. Meanwhile you saw Jenny sadly trot by the recliner, passing you by to plop herself sadly onto the couch. You could tell by her face and body language alone that she was most bummed of all that you had gone missing. At this point you would assume that she had accepted the fact you were gone, but it seemed like she had not gotten over it quite yet.
A minute later, after hearing the sound of the microwave and the unmistakable noise of popping popcorn, you heard Janice saunter back into the room. With a big bowl in her hands and another that she handed to Jenny, she then approached you. For the first time in hours you what this mature beauty was wearing and whimpered in fear. It seemed like it really had been a while since she last worked out, as her leggings and top seemed much too small for her overflowing curves. You didn't have much time to take in anything else as she immediately spun around, her ass looming briefly above you, almost as if it was taunting you. Then, without warning, she dropped herself forcefully onto the chair. Two squishy meteors slammed into your puny form as she immediately began to wriggle her butt and get comfortable. You could feel the warmth and smell of now dried up sweat permeating from the stretchy material of her pants, but most of all you felt pressure. Janice was nowhere near a light woman, and every ounce of weight from her hips upward was squashing down onto the chair, with you stuck in the middle. You cried as you knew this night was going to go like the previous 7 had, practically giving up all hope of freedom in your head.
About 30 minutes had passed into the movie which turned out to be a comedy. You knew this not because you could hear or see it, as Janice's metric ton of butt flesh inhibited any contact between you in the outside world, but based on the movements of the giantess above you. It was sad to say but after a week of this torture you could pretty certainly determine what Janice was watching based on how she sat in her recliner. If she was mostly still you knew it must be a drama, if she periodically leaped upwards only to come slamming back down onto you you knew it was a horror movie, and when you felt the reverberations of laughter jiggle her entire body to and fro, that meant it was a comedy. Far above you, Janice and her daughter were loving whatever goofy comedy they were watching as they both shoveled popcorn into their mouths. However, in a stroke of luck just as Janice was preparing to drop off a massive handful of the snack into her mouth, a punchline hit her right in the funny bone and she dropped it all over herself! Clutching her stomach in laughter at both the movie and her spill she picked a few pieces out of her cleavage before looking down and seeing that a number of them had dropped down onto the seat.
"Pause it for a second, Jenny, I have to clean this up," Janice said far above you. Jenny obliged and your felt the crushing weight above you lift off of you. Gasping for the first breaths of fresh air you had experienced in a little while, you noticed that the displacement of Janice's weight caused some popcorn to roll right towards you. You then watched as Janice turned around and looked at what you thought was your direction. Reaching down with her fingers you prayed that somehow she had noticed you, but just then you saw them grab a piece of popcorn and lift it upwards before popping it happily into her mouth. You sighed in disappointment as Janice continued this procedure for the remaining pieces on the chair. You could only watch until every piece was picked up, accepting your fate that you would be trapped for longer. But then, out of nowhere you saw the unmistakable sight of true eye contact with Janice. You two looked at each other as a her face contorted into slight confusion. She paused for a second before reaching down with her pointer and thumb right towards you!
Janice's fingers slammed into whatever she was looking at on her chair. She figured it was just another small, broken off chunk of popcorn based on it's light color but she couldn't really tell. However when her first attempt at picking it up failed she tried again, and again, failing each time to pick it up. Sighing in frustration she leaned in closer to see what the problem was, and as she inspected the odd tan mark she noticed that it didn't really look like popcorn. In fact, it kind of looked like... a face. Her heart sunk as her mind traced back to her daughter's inch-tall tutor and his mysterious disappearance a week earlier. She looked once more to confirm her suspicions and this time clear as day saw a pair of eyes looking back up at her. She gasped lightly, getting her daughter's attention.
"What's going on mom? I want to keep watching!"
Janice had no idea how to respond. On one hand the mystery about you was solved, but on the other hand she felt awful that it was her massive ass and reclining chair that you had somehow gotten stuck to. With these thoughts running through her head, how does she respond to Jenny?
As the days rolled by the crippling boredom of being locked into one position, staring upwards, wasn't the only source of suffering for you, not even close. It seemed that Jenny and Jasmine's mother loved this chair more than any other place in the house as she spent hours upon hours watching tv, reading, or just relaxing in it. Each and every time you felt your world shake with heavy footfalls you knew the matron of the household was approaching and you were about to be crushed once again. Sometimes she would be in jeans, other times in leggings, and once or twice when she was home alone she would wear nothing at all, but regardless of the clothing choice the powerful crushing force she exerted on you was the same. Every day you prayed that Stacy or somehow Shannon would show up to check on you, but you knew that unless you called them they wouldn't likely be coming over. Seven days of this god-forsaken torture you suffered through before finally the day of your discovery came.
On this particular day Janice was exhausted, she had worked out for the first time in months and her body was paying the price for it. By some miracle of good genetics her hourglass figure came completely naturally, but at the same time she still wished she could lose a few inches around her hips. She had already cooked dinner for her Jenny and Jasmine and now, still clad in her workout gear, prepared to sit down with a big bowl of popcorn and watch a nice, long movie. You, of course, knew none of what her day entailed as you were trapped in your eternally boring prison. But as you heard the commotion in the kitchen die down after dinner you began to hear voices approaching you.
"Come on, Jenny. I'm sure your little tutor friend is fine, he probably had an emergency and had to go home or something. Now let's just sit down and watch a movie together to take your mind off of it, sound good? I'll even pop some popcorn." You heard the voice of Janice say as she spun around and headed back to the microwave. Meanwhile you saw Jenny sadly trot by the recliner, passing you by to plop herself sadly onto the couch. You could tell by her face and body language alone that she was most bummed of all that you had gone missing. At this point you would assume that she had accepted the fact you were gone, but it seemed like she had not gotten over it quite yet.
A minute later, after hearing the sound of the microwave and the unmistakable noise of popping popcorn, you heard Janice saunter back into the room. With a big bowl in her hands and another that she handed to Jenny, she then approached you. For the first time in hours you what this mature beauty was wearing and whimpered in fear. It seemed like it really had been a while since she last worked out, as her leggings and top seemed much too small for her overflowing curves. You didn't have much time to take in anything else as she immediately spun around, her ass looming briefly above you, almost as if it was taunting you. Then, without warning, she dropped herself forcefully onto the chair. Two squishy meteors slammed into your puny form as she immediately began to wriggle her butt and get comfortable. You could feel the warmth and smell of now dried up sweat permeating from the stretchy material of her pants, but most of all you felt pressure. Janice was nowhere near a light woman, and every ounce of weight from her hips upward was squashing down onto the chair, with you stuck in the middle. You cried as you knew this night was going to go like the previous 7 had, practically giving up all hope of freedom in your head.
About 30 minutes had passed into the movie which turned out to be a comedy. You knew this not because you could hear or see it, as Janice's metric ton of butt flesh inhibited any contact between you in the outside world, but based on the movements of the giantess above you. It was sad to say but after a week of this torture you could pretty certainly determine what Janice was watching based on how she sat in her recliner. If she was mostly still you knew it must be a drama, if she periodically leaped upwards only to come slamming back down onto you you knew it was a horror movie, and when you felt the reverberations of laughter jiggle her entire body to and fro, that meant it was a comedy. Far above you, Janice and her daughter were loving whatever goofy comedy they were watching as they both shoveled popcorn into their mouths. However, in a stroke of luck just as Janice was preparing to drop off a massive handful of the snack into her mouth, a punchline hit her right in the funny bone and she dropped it all over herself! Clutching her stomach in laughter at both the movie and her spill she picked a few pieces out of her cleavage before looking down and seeing that a number of them had dropped down onto the seat.
"Pause it for a second, Jenny, I have to clean this up," Janice said far above you. Jenny obliged and your felt the crushing weight above you lift off of you. Gasping for the first breaths of fresh air you had experienced in a little while, you noticed that the displacement of Janice's weight caused some popcorn to roll right towards you. You then watched as Janice turned around and looked at what you thought was your direction. Reaching down with her fingers you prayed that somehow she had noticed you, but just then you saw them grab a piece of popcorn and lift it upwards before popping it happily into her mouth. You sighed in disappointment as Janice continued this procedure for the remaining pieces on the chair. You could only watch until every piece was picked up, accepting your fate that you would be trapped for longer. But then, out of nowhere you saw the unmistakable sight of true eye contact with Janice. You two looked at each other as a her face contorted into slight confusion. She paused for a second before reaching down with her pointer and thumb right towards you!
Janice's fingers slammed into whatever she was looking at on her chair. She figured it was just another small, broken off chunk of popcorn based on it's light color but she couldn't really tell. However when her first attempt at picking it up failed she tried again, and again, failing each time to pick it up. Sighing in frustration she leaned in closer to see what the problem was, and as she inspected the odd tan mark she noticed that it didn't really look like popcorn. In fact, it kind of looked like... a face. Her heart sunk as her mind traced back to her daughter's inch-tall tutor and his mysterious disappearance a week earlier. She looked once more to confirm her suspicions and this time clear as day saw a pair of eyes looking back up at her. She gasped lightly, getting her daughter's attention.
"What's going on mom? I want to keep watching!"
Janice had no idea how to respond. On one hand the mystery about you was solved, but on the other hand she felt awful that it was her massive ass and reclining chair that you had somehow gotten stuck to. With these thoughts running through her head, how does she respond to Jenny?
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April 23, 2025
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