Extended Suffering to Spare Janice Embarrassment
Tiny Tutor (Re-Upload)
chapter 7
by
copier
· original author:
surfinpika
As the towering figure of Janice loomed overhead, her gaze seemed to pierce right through the nefarious stitching Jasmine had inflicted upon you, her eyes locking with yours. You held your breath, every fiber of your being hoping this was the moment of truth, the moment your captivity would finally come to an end. The expression on Janice's face was all too familiar to you—a wonderful mixture of shock, confusion, and realization. You'd witnessed that exact look countless times over the course of your long, troubled life at an inch tall, plenty of friends and loved ones looking at you in the same way as they found you squished along their body or in the form of some asinine object. Your heart raced in excitement, realizing you'd reached the light at the end of the tunnel of this agonizing stint as upholstery.
"What's going on, mom? I want to keep watching!" Jenny's voice broke the silence, wondering what the hold up was. She had no idea her impatient request was inadvertently delaying her mother from rescuing the very person she had been anxiously searching for over the past week.
Janice, for her part, was trying to think on her feet. She was well aware that her daughter had been distraught over the disappearance of a supposed inch-tall person, having had to endure plenty of Jenny's whining all about it, and now, she found herself staring at the unmistakable visage of a tiny face—flattened right into her seat. Her instinct to share this discovery was strong, only for the blonde to bite her tongue as a conflicting realization set in.
Jenny had really been enjoying this movie night, a much-needed distraction from her persistent worries over this past week. Janice didn't want to shatter that peace with the revelation that her very own mother had been unknowingly sitting on her missing tutor all this time. The thought of the potential panic, the questions it would bring, not to mention the embarrassment that would ensue for Janice herself; the green-eyed mother hesitated to speak up as she wasn't particularly eager to go through any of that at this exact moment. Whatever the situation was with this little guy, it had already been an entire week, and it could wait until tomorrow for a resolution.
In a swift move, Janice tossed another piece of popcorn into her mouth, casually masking her delay in cleaning up. "Sorry, honey! Almost missed one," she said with a smile, her voice steady despite the swirl of emotions within. Jenny appeared satisfied with this explanation, quickly resuming the film as her mother once again motioned to take her seat.
You were certain, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that Janice had seen you. Her moment of realization had been unmistakable. And yet, instead of a merry celebration in freeing you, the Lark matriarch's next actions truly confused you, as she instead turned back to present her curvaceous rear to you. You fought with newfound vigor to break the fabric ties binding you to the sweat-stained cushion, perhaps if you could muster up one last cry to signify your humanity she would stop before her booty descended any further.
Your muted screams for mercy never reached her ears though as Janice simply settled back into her favorite seat, content to push this issue aside, at least for the evening. Still though, as she heard the leather hiss beneath the weight of her shimmying hips, her cheeks did burn with a blush as she only now thought of how the minuscule person trapped beneath her must be feeling. It was quite the oversight, and she knew she was still a bit ripe from her workout; But thankfully the tiny thing had had a week to get used to this kind of thing, so she took solace in knowing it'd be perfectly fine after one more night. With a pleased sigh, any remaining guilt was whisked away as another side-splitting scene played and Janice returned her attention to the fun at hand.
Your chance at salvation having come crashing down, you once more suffered beneath the seemingly oblivious Janice, as the warm, sweat-soaked fabric of her leggings once again laid out atop you, the nauseating scent and overbearing heat welcoming you back to your place beneath her. Janice's bouncing laughter soon followed to amplify your torment, her voluptuous rear-end bouncing and crashing down upon your hapless form anew. Like a mocking chorus in contrast to your suffering, the surrounding joy of the room easily overpowered your desperate cries, and you were left to be crushed beneath the booty of the blissful woman had been just seconds from freeing you.
You couldn't help but question the intentions of Jenny's mother. Was she a twisted monster like her daughter, Jasmine, who had cruelly trapped you here in the first place? Could it be that they were conspiring to keep you stuck in this living nightmare, a prisoner of the Lark women's crushing booties? Of course the answer was no, she simply placed the happiness of her children above all, and didn't see any need to pointlessly embarrass herself in front of them either, the true extent of your plight being totally lost on her.
The thought of being condemned to suffocate beneath the trio's weight, wallowing in a suffocating sweaty grave, tormented your mind and crushed your spirit almost as badly as your body. But such thoughts were fleeting, quickly drowned out by the relentless pounding of Janice's booty and the sickening scents that accompanied it. The combination of sensations converged in a cacophony of sensory overload, assailing your rather fragile, diminutive senses with a torrent of hyper-stimuli that your wholly defenseless mind was entirely ill-equipped to withstand.
The constant slamming of jiggling butt flesh sent shockwaves of pain through your body, the resulting tremors a visceral assault that threatened to shatter your fragile being. And yet, that was only half the horror, as the warm, sticky sweat that flowed from her body added an additional element of agony. The salty dribbles seemed to ravenously seek you out, eager to absorb into your being, leaving you drenched and branded in the overpowering, musk of Janice. As if to complete the symphony of suffering, a violent blast of scorching air exploded onto your helpless body, the vile outburst totally unnoticed by either of the women in the tranquil, mundane world above.
The raw intensity of the experience left you mentally clawing for survival, every fiber of your being fighting relentlessly to stay sane and conscious should Janice decide to go for a second look at you. The thought of her shrugging your sentience off upon seeing your unconscious form, deciding you clearly must just be some kind of silly sticker or squishy toy, kept you determined to go on. It wasn't to be though, as after two hours of suffocating, mind-numbing, butt-smothering, your mind and body gave out in a meek whimper, right as the credits rolled and the ladies called it a night.
Jenny's evening with her mom had been a soothing and rejuvenating experience; As she hopped up from her own cozy spot, she wrapped her mom in a loving, goodnight hug. The stress and worries of the day seemed to melt away as she cheerily skipped out of the room, leaving behind any lingering concerns or worries.
Janice stood and stretched herself, the soreness of that day's workout really starting to set in. Thankfully she'd gotten to enjoy a fulfilling night of laughter and bonding, yet she still felt like she was forgetting something important. It was only after glancing down at the chair below her that she remembered precisely what she'd been neglecting.
"I still haven't showered since I worked out this afternoon!" she realized upon seeing, and now feeling, the absolute miasma of sweat her booty had produced. Sashaying off to get herself nice and cleaned up with a long, hot shower before bed, Janice was pleased to have remembered what had been bothering her. It would've taken an absurdly discerning eye to notice your minuscule form along the nearly steaming, sickly swamp of sweat she had left in her wake, not to mention you were entirely unconscious, so it seemed you were almost lucky Janice had written off dealing with you until tomorrow.
The following morning...
"What's going on, mom? I want to keep watching!" Jenny's voice broke the silence, wondering what the hold up was. She had no idea her impatient request was inadvertently delaying her mother from rescuing the very person she had been anxiously searching for over the past week.
Janice, for her part, was trying to think on her feet. She was well aware that her daughter had been distraught over the disappearance of a supposed inch-tall person, having had to endure plenty of Jenny's whining all about it, and now, she found herself staring at the unmistakable visage of a tiny face—flattened right into her seat. Her instinct to share this discovery was strong, only for the blonde to bite her tongue as a conflicting realization set in.
Jenny had really been enjoying this movie night, a much-needed distraction from her persistent worries over this past week. Janice didn't want to shatter that peace with the revelation that her very own mother had been unknowingly sitting on her missing tutor all this time. The thought of the potential panic, the questions it would bring, not to mention the embarrassment that would ensue for Janice herself; the green-eyed mother hesitated to speak up as she wasn't particularly eager to go through any of that at this exact moment. Whatever the situation was with this little guy, it had already been an entire week, and it could wait until tomorrow for a resolution.
In a swift move, Janice tossed another piece of popcorn into her mouth, casually masking her delay in cleaning up. "Sorry, honey! Almost missed one," she said with a smile, her voice steady despite the swirl of emotions within. Jenny appeared satisfied with this explanation, quickly resuming the film as her mother once again motioned to take her seat.
You were certain, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that Janice had seen you. Her moment of realization had been unmistakable. And yet, instead of a merry celebration in freeing you, the Lark matriarch's next actions truly confused you, as she instead turned back to present her curvaceous rear to you. You fought with newfound vigor to break the fabric ties binding you to the sweat-stained cushion, perhaps if you could muster up one last cry to signify your humanity she would stop before her booty descended any further.
Your muted screams for mercy never reached her ears though as Janice simply settled back into her favorite seat, content to push this issue aside, at least for the evening. Still though, as she heard the leather hiss beneath the weight of her shimmying hips, her cheeks did burn with a blush as she only now thought of how the minuscule person trapped beneath her must be feeling. It was quite the oversight, and she knew she was still a bit ripe from her workout; But thankfully the tiny thing had had a week to get used to this kind of thing, so she took solace in knowing it'd be perfectly fine after one more night. With a pleased sigh, any remaining guilt was whisked away as another side-splitting scene played and Janice returned her attention to the fun at hand.
Your chance at salvation having come crashing down, you once more suffered beneath the seemingly oblivious Janice, as the warm, sweat-soaked fabric of her leggings once again laid out atop you, the nauseating scent and overbearing heat welcoming you back to your place beneath her. Janice's bouncing laughter soon followed to amplify your torment, her voluptuous rear-end bouncing and crashing down upon your hapless form anew. Like a mocking chorus in contrast to your suffering, the surrounding joy of the room easily overpowered your desperate cries, and you were left to be crushed beneath the booty of the blissful woman had been just seconds from freeing you.
You couldn't help but question the intentions of Jenny's mother. Was she a twisted monster like her daughter, Jasmine, who had cruelly trapped you here in the first place? Could it be that they were conspiring to keep you stuck in this living nightmare, a prisoner of the Lark women's crushing booties? Of course the answer was no, she simply placed the happiness of her children above all, and didn't see any need to pointlessly embarrass herself in front of them either, the true extent of your plight being totally lost on her.
The thought of being condemned to suffocate beneath the trio's weight, wallowing in a suffocating sweaty grave, tormented your mind and crushed your spirit almost as badly as your body. But such thoughts were fleeting, quickly drowned out by the relentless pounding of Janice's booty and the sickening scents that accompanied it. The combination of sensations converged in a cacophony of sensory overload, assailing your rather fragile, diminutive senses with a torrent of hyper-stimuli that your wholly defenseless mind was entirely ill-equipped to withstand.
The constant slamming of jiggling butt flesh sent shockwaves of pain through your body, the resulting tremors a visceral assault that threatened to shatter your fragile being. And yet, that was only half the horror, as the warm, sticky sweat that flowed from her body added an additional element of agony. The salty dribbles seemed to ravenously seek you out, eager to absorb into your being, leaving you drenched and branded in the overpowering, musk of Janice. As if to complete the symphony of suffering, a violent blast of scorching air exploded onto your helpless body, the vile outburst totally unnoticed by either of the women in the tranquil, mundane world above.
The raw intensity of the experience left you mentally clawing for survival, every fiber of your being fighting relentlessly to stay sane and conscious should Janice decide to go for a second look at you. The thought of her shrugging your sentience off upon seeing your unconscious form, deciding you clearly must just be some kind of silly sticker or squishy toy, kept you determined to go on. It wasn't to be though, as after two hours of suffocating, mind-numbing, butt-smothering, your mind and body gave out in a meek whimper, right as the credits rolled and the ladies called it a night.
Jenny's evening with her mom had been a soothing and rejuvenating experience; As she hopped up from her own cozy spot, she wrapped her mom in a loving, goodnight hug. The stress and worries of the day seemed to melt away as she cheerily skipped out of the room, leaving behind any lingering concerns or worries.
Janice stood and stretched herself, the soreness of that day's workout really starting to set in. Thankfully she'd gotten to enjoy a fulfilling night of laughter and bonding, yet she still felt like she was forgetting something important. It was only after glancing down at the chair below her that she remembered precisely what she'd been neglecting.
"I still haven't showered since I worked out this afternoon!" she realized upon seeing, and now feeling, the absolute miasma of sweat her booty had produced. Sashaying off to get herself nice and cleaned up with a long, hot shower before bed, Janice was pleased to have remembered what had been bothering her. It would've taken an absurdly discerning eye to notice your minuscule form along the nearly steaming, sickly swamp of sweat she had left in her wake, not to mention you were entirely unconscious, so it seemed you were almost lucky Janice had written off dealing with you until tomorrow.
The following morning...
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