Zen for One, Torture for Another
Tiny Tutor (Re-Upload)
chapter 10
by
Bobob1
Still in a completely flattened state from the beating of Iris's bike ride, you laid atop her breasts where she placed you. From your perspective you looked out as she sauntered towards a thermostat on the wall, reaching out and turning it. The screen changed rapidly from the relatively cool 72 degrees that it was at all the way to 110. Your eyes popped open as well as they could in this crushed state before Iris grabbed you roughly and lifted you up to her face.
"Alright little tutor, it looks like it's time for yoga. Hot. Yoga." She said menacingly with flashing a terrifying grin at you. "But oh no, wherever did my yoga mat go? I can't seem to find it! Looks like someone is going to have to take its place." You gulped with fear at Iris's obvious threat, simultaneously looking behind her and seeing no less than 5 different yoga mats already stacked in the corner of the room. It was obvious that she already knew this though and was doing this pretty much exclusively to torture you further. At that moment she began to grab at opposite ends of your already flattened body and pull viciously outwards. You felt yourself stretch to limits that you didn't even know were previously possible, and quite frankly seemed to break all laws of physics. The pain was immeasurable as she stretched you further and further. You knew that you had never really tested the limits of how much you could stretch, despite your your curious, scientific mind, but it seemed like Iris was committed to doing the research for you.
After a number of minutes you finally felt yourself stop being stretched as Iris stared down at you evilly. Quickly she ran over and grabbed one of the yoga mats she lied about having earlier and began to fit the ends of your body over it like a bed sheet. In mere moments you felt four corners of your body hooked onto this mat and pressed tightly against it. Iris dropped you to the ground carelessly, looming far above you. With this second of rest on the floor you realized that her exercise room had heated up almost immediately to the scalding temperature that she desired. Iris then lifted one relatively sizable foot and placed it onto what felt like it was your stomach. It was hard to tell what ended up where after the stretching but as her other foot blocked out the light over your face before slamming into you you realized that you had maintained your normal human orientation, just incredibly elongated. Iris wiggled her toes onto your face, relishing the feeling of having an employee literally powerless beneath her feet.
She bent over to touch her toes, noticing some of your facial features sticking out beneath her feet and smiling deviously once again. Ever since she had been born Iris had possessed enough money to have power over nearly every person she met. But this situation was an entirely new, delightful experience for her. Sitting helplessly underneath her was a servant she could dominate without needing to spend a cent, or really any effort at all, and it felt amazing. She made a mental note to ask Sherri to scour the internet for anyone else with a condition like yours, not understanding just how unique you were. As she thought more of how much she loved torturing you she continued through the steps of her routine. After a few standing stretches she then turned 90 degrees and squatted her crimson short covered ass over your face, pausing a moment to gaze down at the visible fear she could see in your distorted face. She smiled once again with happiness and she dropped her buns down powerfully onto your face. Immediately you could feel the repercussions of the heat in the room as her ass emanated an absurd amount of heat. You whimpered mentally, praying to any god that would listen to somehow free you from this hell. For the most part you had been able to avoid sadistic women like this in your life, but now that you were dealing with one face to face you had no idea what to do. Iris stretched further, pressing her cheeks firmly onto your body, her shorts struggling valiantly to contain her sculpted curves. Every time Iris lifted her rear up enough for you to see you noticed strands of fabric being stretched to their absolute limits. Gulping with fear you prayed that her shorts would not rip mid workout as if they did not only would you get a face full of bare, sweaty ass, but also she would certainly find a way to blame you for it.
Mere moments later...
"Alright little tutor, it looks like it's time for yoga. Hot. Yoga." She said menacingly with flashing a terrifying grin at you. "But oh no, wherever did my yoga mat go? I can't seem to find it! Looks like someone is going to have to take its place." You gulped with fear at Iris's obvious threat, simultaneously looking behind her and seeing no less than 5 different yoga mats already stacked in the corner of the room. It was obvious that she already knew this though and was doing this pretty much exclusively to torture you further. At that moment she began to grab at opposite ends of your already flattened body and pull viciously outwards. You felt yourself stretch to limits that you didn't even know were previously possible, and quite frankly seemed to break all laws of physics. The pain was immeasurable as she stretched you further and further. You knew that you had never really tested the limits of how much you could stretch, despite your your curious, scientific mind, but it seemed like Iris was committed to doing the research for you.
After a number of minutes you finally felt yourself stop being stretched as Iris stared down at you evilly. Quickly she ran over and grabbed one of the yoga mats she lied about having earlier and began to fit the ends of your body over it like a bed sheet. In mere moments you felt four corners of your body hooked onto this mat and pressed tightly against it. Iris dropped you to the ground carelessly, looming far above you. With this second of rest on the floor you realized that her exercise room had heated up almost immediately to the scalding temperature that she desired. Iris then lifted one relatively sizable foot and placed it onto what felt like it was your stomach. It was hard to tell what ended up where after the stretching but as her other foot blocked out the light over your face before slamming into you you realized that you had maintained your normal human orientation, just incredibly elongated. Iris wiggled her toes onto your face, relishing the feeling of having an employee literally powerless beneath her feet.
She bent over to touch her toes, noticing some of your facial features sticking out beneath her feet and smiling deviously once again. Ever since she had been born Iris had possessed enough money to have power over nearly every person she met. But this situation was an entirely new, delightful experience for her. Sitting helplessly underneath her was a servant she could dominate without needing to spend a cent, or really any effort at all, and it felt amazing. She made a mental note to ask Sherri to scour the internet for anyone else with a condition like yours, not understanding just how unique you were. As she thought more of how much she loved torturing you she continued through the steps of her routine. After a few standing stretches she then turned 90 degrees and squatted her crimson short covered ass over your face, pausing a moment to gaze down at the visible fear she could see in your distorted face. She smiled once again with happiness and she dropped her buns down powerfully onto your face. Immediately you could feel the repercussions of the heat in the room as her ass emanated an absurd amount of heat. You whimpered mentally, praying to any god that would listen to somehow free you from this hell. For the most part you had been able to avoid sadistic women like this in your life, but now that you were dealing with one face to face you had no idea what to do. Iris stretched further, pressing her cheeks firmly onto your body, her shorts struggling valiantly to contain her sculpted curves. Every time Iris lifted her rear up enough for you to see you noticed strands of fabric being stretched to their absolute limits. Gulping with fear you prayed that her shorts would not rip mid workout as if they did not only would you get a face full of bare, sweaty ass, but also she would certainly find a way to blame you for it.
Mere moments later...
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April 23, 2025
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