Putting on a Show
Tiny Tutor (Re-Upload)
chapter 11
by
Bobob1
Only a brief moment later and the melodic sound of the doorbell could be heard from outside. Well, you were incapable of hearing it, buried beneath all of Iris’ weight, two thick cheeks squashing your entire being flat, but Iris heard it. The connivingly brilliant girl that she was, Iris promptly stood up and walked to the door to her exercise room, throwing it open.
“Sherri. Don’t answer that yet.” She called, stopping her obedient maid in her tracks, about to turn down the hallway towards the door. “Check the camera and tell me who that is.” Sherri nodded wordlessly and poked her head into a side room Iris had fashioned into a tiny security office, thanks to her family’s fortune and technology.
Sherri returned after a second. “It’s the tutor’s younger sister mistress. She has a very worried expression on her face.”
Iris swore, and wiped a bit of sweat off of her face. “Let her in, but stall her. I need a minute.”
Sherri bowed low and scurried off to heed her mistress’ command. Iris strolled back into the sweltering exercise room, grinning upon seeing your comically smushed face. She had never realized how desperately she needed a squishy little toy to play with until this very day.
Drumming her toes against your body, Iris snickered. “Your sister has come to retrieve you little tutor. Of course, I have absolutely no intention of giving you back. Ever. Sadly, I’ve yet to come up with the perfect plan to get her to leave with you still in my possession, but give me a minute. Until then…”
Smiling cruelly, Iris began wiping her feet back and forth across your squishy body, causing you to silently scream with the agony brought on by her merciless action. Her sweaty feet pulled and pinched at your gummy-like body, smearing your stretched facial features into unrecognizability. Your vision vanished as your skin was folded over itself, the last sight you saw being Iris winking in a mocking fashion. You prayed it wouldn’t be the last thing you ever saw.
Iris paused after a minute, noting her now perfectly tan colored yoga mat, not a hint of the stretchy human being wrapped around it like a slip cover to be seen. Wiping her sweaty hands across her thighs, Iris swung open the door and walked back out to greet Stacy and Sherri in the hallway.
Stacy whirled to face her as she approached, her mouth open to begin talking. The words died in her throat as she beheld Iris’ almost unfathomable beauty, the curvaceous girl’s image further enhanced by her tight, revealing clothing and glistening skin. Noting her stunned silence, Iris cut in with the first word, immediately gaining the upper hand.
“Hello there. You must be my new tutor’s sister.” Iris smiled cheerfully. “Back so soon?”
Stacy took a deep breath, purposefully avoiding gazing at Iris’ abundant chest, or the swell of her hips. “I…j-just felt I n-needed…to ch-checkup…on Sammy…” She shifted uncomfortably, and Iris moved to gently wrap her arm around your sister’s shoulder.
“Your adorable little brother is currently busy, I’m afraid.” Iris sighed dramatically. “We were just set to begin tutoring when my clumsy maid spilled a glass of tea all over the poor thing. He’s washing up in the bathroom as we speak.”
Not missing a beat, Sherri bowed again, the faintest glint of sadness in her eyes for adhering to Iris’ lie. “My humblest apologies.”
Iris’ conniving eyes glinted for a second before she continued. “His clothes were ruined, so he needed to wash himself while naked. That’s why we aren’t with him at the moment. Knowing he might take a while, and since I was already planning on doing so, I decided to start my workout session for the day.”
Stacy nodded slightly, buying into the lie, but not fully. “Mind if a wait a little bit until he’s done? N-not th-that I don’t trust you! I just…I just…”
Iris’s flash of annoyance went unnoticed by Stacy. “No problem darling. Why don’t you wait in my exercise room with me? Don’t want you standing out here all alone.”
“O-of course…” Stacy dutifully followed Iris back into the exercise room, biting into her lip as she watched Iris’s ass sway side-to-side. Of course, Iris was putting on a show on purpose. Her eagle eyes had easily picked up on Stacy’s earlier staring. She had always prided herself on finding someone’s weakness and exploiting it.
Sherri closed the door behind them before returning to her cleaning, leaving Iris and Stacy alone in the exercise room. Stacy swept her gaze across the room out of habit, finding nothing out of the ordinary. She was totally oblivious to how close her brother really was. Noticing that Stacy was unaware, Iris stepped back onto your battered body, digging her toes into your soft flesh.
Iris gave her a pleasant nod before resuming her routine, bending at the waist to touch her toes. Her flexible body was easily able to perform the task, but that was hardly Iris’ point. Iris wanted to thrust out her toned, sculpted ass towards her uncomfortable. She wanted Stacy to lose her mind staring at her. Iris even threw in a little wiggle every time she reached her toes and stood back up.
Stacy finally noticed how overwhelmingly hot it was in the room, sweat now pouring down her own body. Her breaths became ragged, and the walls seemed claustrophobically close. Iris’ undeniably sexy body was impossible to not look at, and Stacy felt her mind swimming. Though normally a shy and reserved girl, the irresistible beauty in front of her was making her lose her mind.
Your sister practically gasped as she leaned against the wall. “I…I can h-hardly br-breathe in here…”
Iris began touching her toes while facing Stacy, giving her a believably concerned look, while also displaying copious amounts of cleavage with each bend. Her boobs threatened to spill out of her top. “My goodness, you are turning red all over. You look light-headed dear. I’m sorry about this room, but it’s kept hot to aid in my hot yoga workout. We could sit somewhere else.”
Stacy paled, the idea of sitting in close proximity to the girl she incorrectly assumed was unknowingly putting on a show for her frightening her. “Uh…um…th-that’s f-fine…”
Iris arched her back, stretching her long legs and tossing her hair over her shoulder in the most sensual way possible. “I don’t want you to be uncomfortable dear. Your brother may be a while yet. Why don’t you just head back home, and maybe visit again if you feel the need. I’m sorry this isn’t a good time, but I assure you there is nothing to worry about. Sherri, except for her earlier mistake, is an earnest girl who will care well for…Sammy…and I can tell he’s brilliant. I’ll have much fun during our lessons.”
Iris paused her sexually frustrating show to give Stacy an earnest grin, the ill-intent behind her words sailing over your sister’s head. Hardly thinking straight, Stacy looked away and bit her lip, fumbling for the right words to say, the right decision to reach.
What does she eventually say?
“Sherri. Don’t answer that yet.” She called, stopping her obedient maid in her tracks, about to turn down the hallway towards the door. “Check the camera and tell me who that is.” Sherri nodded wordlessly and poked her head into a side room Iris had fashioned into a tiny security office, thanks to her family’s fortune and technology.
Sherri returned after a second. “It’s the tutor’s younger sister mistress. She has a very worried expression on her face.”
Iris swore, and wiped a bit of sweat off of her face. “Let her in, but stall her. I need a minute.”
Sherri bowed low and scurried off to heed her mistress’ command. Iris strolled back into the sweltering exercise room, grinning upon seeing your comically smushed face. She had never realized how desperately she needed a squishy little toy to play with until this very day.
Drumming her toes against your body, Iris snickered. “Your sister has come to retrieve you little tutor. Of course, I have absolutely no intention of giving you back. Ever. Sadly, I’ve yet to come up with the perfect plan to get her to leave with you still in my possession, but give me a minute. Until then…”
Smiling cruelly, Iris began wiping her feet back and forth across your squishy body, causing you to silently scream with the agony brought on by her merciless action. Her sweaty feet pulled and pinched at your gummy-like body, smearing your stretched facial features into unrecognizability. Your vision vanished as your skin was folded over itself, the last sight you saw being Iris winking in a mocking fashion. You prayed it wouldn’t be the last thing you ever saw.
Iris paused after a minute, noting her now perfectly tan colored yoga mat, not a hint of the stretchy human being wrapped around it like a slip cover to be seen. Wiping her sweaty hands across her thighs, Iris swung open the door and walked back out to greet Stacy and Sherri in the hallway.
Stacy whirled to face her as she approached, her mouth open to begin talking. The words died in her throat as she beheld Iris’ almost unfathomable beauty, the curvaceous girl’s image further enhanced by her tight, revealing clothing and glistening skin. Noting her stunned silence, Iris cut in with the first word, immediately gaining the upper hand.
“Hello there. You must be my new tutor’s sister.” Iris smiled cheerfully. “Back so soon?”
Stacy took a deep breath, purposefully avoiding gazing at Iris’ abundant chest, or the swell of her hips. “I…j-just felt I n-needed…to ch-checkup…on Sammy…” She shifted uncomfortably, and Iris moved to gently wrap her arm around your sister’s shoulder.
“Your adorable little brother is currently busy, I’m afraid.” Iris sighed dramatically. “We were just set to begin tutoring when my clumsy maid spilled a glass of tea all over the poor thing. He’s washing up in the bathroom as we speak.”
Not missing a beat, Sherri bowed again, the faintest glint of sadness in her eyes for adhering to Iris’ lie. “My humblest apologies.”
Iris’ conniving eyes glinted for a second before she continued. “His clothes were ruined, so he needed to wash himself while naked. That’s why we aren’t with him at the moment. Knowing he might take a while, and since I was already planning on doing so, I decided to start my workout session for the day.”
Stacy nodded slightly, buying into the lie, but not fully. “Mind if a wait a little bit until he’s done? N-not th-that I don’t trust you! I just…I just…”
Iris’s flash of annoyance went unnoticed by Stacy. “No problem darling. Why don’t you wait in my exercise room with me? Don’t want you standing out here all alone.”
“O-of course…” Stacy dutifully followed Iris back into the exercise room, biting into her lip as she watched Iris’s ass sway side-to-side. Of course, Iris was putting on a show on purpose. Her eagle eyes had easily picked up on Stacy’s earlier staring. She had always prided herself on finding someone’s weakness and exploiting it.
Sherri closed the door behind them before returning to her cleaning, leaving Iris and Stacy alone in the exercise room. Stacy swept her gaze across the room out of habit, finding nothing out of the ordinary. She was totally oblivious to how close her brother really was. Noticing that Stacy was unaware, Iris stepped back onto your battered body, digging her toes into your soft flesh.
Iris gave her a pleasant nod before resuming her routine, bending at the waist to touch her toes. Her flexible body was easily able to perform the task, but that was hardly Iris’ point. Iris wanted to thrust out her toned, sculpted ass towards her uncomfortable. She wanted Stacy to lose her mind staring at her. Iris even threw in a little wiggle every time she reached her toes and stood back up.
Stacy finally noticed how overwhelmingly hot it was in the room, sweat now pouring down her own body. Her breaths became ragged, and the walls seemed claustrophobically close. Iris’ undeniably sexy body was impossible to not look at, and Stacy felt her mind swimming. Though normally a shy and reserved girl, the irresistible beauty in front of her was making her lose her mind.
Your sister practically gasped as she leaned against the wall. “I…I can h-hardly br-breathe in here…”
Iris began touching her toes while facing Stacy, giving her a believably concerned look, while also displaying copious amounts of cleavage with each bend. Her boobs threatened to spill out of her top. “My goodness, you are turning red all over. You look light-headed dear. I’m sorry about this room, but it’s kept hot to aid in my hot yoga workout. We could sit somewhere else.”
Stacy paled, the idea of sitting in close proximity to the girl she incorrectly assumed was unknowingly putting on a show for her frightening her. “Uh…um…th-that’s f-fine…”
Iris arched her back, stretching her long legs and tossing her hair over her shoulder in the most sensual way possible. “I don’t want you to be uncomfortable dear. Your brother may be a while yet. Why don’t you just head back home, and maybe visit again if you feel the need. I’m sorry this isn’t a good time, but I assure you there is nothing to worry about. Sherri, except for her earlier mistake, is an earnest girl who will care well for…Sammy…and I can tell he’s brilliant. I’ll have much fun during our lessons.”
Iris paused her sexually frustrating show to give Stacy an earnest grin, the ill-intent behind her words sailing over your sister’s head. Hardly thinking straight, Stacy looked away and bit her lip, fumbling for the right words to say, the right decision to reach.
What does she eventually say?
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April 23, 2025
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