Cleavage Transport
Tiny Tutor (Re-Upload)
chapter 11
by
Bobob1
You try to speak up, but barely get out the start of your first word before you are cut off by the excited Isabella, her much louder voice drowning you out such that she wasn’t even aware you had tried to speak. “Ok, eu sei onde você estará seguro. Apenas tente não ficar muito animado. Salve sua força para mais tarde.” Her smile slipped into something of a flirtatious smirk, and she winked at you in the manner of someone sharing a humorous quip, but you were as lost as ever, staring dumbly for a moment before your eyes focused on the movement of her free hand as it edged towards her own chest. At first you were confused, but then she used her fingers to slightly part her breasts and your stomach dropped as you realised with absolute clarity exactly what it was that she intended.
As you were moved to hover above the seemingly infinite expanse of the Brazilian girl’s cleavage you tried to squirm and cry out in protest. “Wait, wait. I don’t want to go back in there. Please just-” But it was pointless. Though Isabella could feel you squirm and hear the incomprehensible words spilling from her throat, you were past the point of reasoning with her now. Your misunderstandings had snowballed into an entire network of thoughts in the brunette’s mind, and she was now wholly convinced that you were one hundred percent on board with her plans. Your movements those of excited fidgeting and your words those of someone calling out your thanks and appreciation. Another flirty wink was sent your way, and with one last “Até logo!” you were sent into freefall.
For the second time in one day you found yourself falling towards this girl’s cavernous cleavage, her already large breasts quickly growing to fill your whole viewpoint as you accelerated downwards. In truth your descent took barely a second, but that second seemed to stretch into minutes from your perspective, giving you enough time to once again contemplate just how you had ended up here before you struck Isabella’s warm flesh. Last time you’d done this you had more speed and her breasts had been firmly pressed together so you’d bounced off before settling in her cleavage, but this time you slipped straight into the gap your captor’s hands had opened, sinking all the way to your shoulders before finally catching on the surrounding skin. With most of your body buried in jiggling flesh, you hurriedly craned your neck up to send a pleading look at your unintentional tormentor, only to see the fingers above pulling away as the full mass of her breasts closed in.
Pulling her hand back, Isabella watched with mild amusement as her boobs slammed back together, the small man trapped within disappearing completely from sight as her flesh flowed into the gap, his tiny head instantly swamped by the heaving masses. For you it was like being caught in a hot and sticky vice, but to the Brazilian girl there was nothing more than a slight quiver as the mounds settled, and the presence of your body was more pleasant than anything, sending a small shiver down her spine as she pictured your squishy form secured so close to her heart. Her hands returned to her chest to give a couple of gentle squeezes and a quick knead, biting her lip to avoid moaning as she felt your renewed attempts to struggle against the crushing mass, appreciating the stimulation you provided. Yet she was all too aware that her aunt was waiting, so with a quick tug on its straps to make sure her top was tight and secure, she finally headed back to the shack’s locked entrance.
As it turned out, no sooner had your captor unlocked and opened the door than she found herself face-to-face with Ana, the older woman having tracked down the shack through her niece’s calls. The little sister of Isabella’s mother, visually the Brazilian was similar to her younger relative, though with the mature body of a woman in her late 30s and long raven hair several shades darker. Her prominent curves were just barely kept contained within a form-hugging black one-piece, and her full lips quirked as she raised a single well-manicured eyebrow, and glanced over Isabella’s shoulder into the shack. She was sure that she’d find some boy standing bashfully inside, maybe trying to hide himself, yet a quick scan satisfied her that it was indeed empty, and instead she turned her attention back to her niece. “O que você estava fazendo? Isso parece um lugar estranho para uma pausa.”
Chewing on her lip for a moment, Isabella contemplated whether she should reveal her prize to Ana, tossing up between sharing her building excitement with her family member and possibly losing her monopoly over you. The brunette loved her aunt but she was worried that the older woman may not approve of her acquisition, or even worse that she would want to take you for herself. Ana was after all beautiful but unwed, the stars having not yet aligned for her in that way. Ultimately she decided that the risk was just too great for now, and played the whole situation off with a casual shrug and an easy smile. “Nada realmente. Eu só precisava de um momento para mim mesmo.” Reaching out to link arms, Isabella steered them both towards the car park, bumping her chest against her aunt’s briefly and causing both of them to quiver as they headed off. “Desculpe pela espera. Vamos indo!”
From your position you could only just barely make out the sound of voices above, though it wasn’t like that did you any good with the language gap. Just the force of Isabella’s breathing was enough to compress you between her prodigious assets, and every step she took was practically torture, the world of flesh that surrounded you trembling and bouncing with every footfall. The red bikini top maintained a firm enough hold to keep you under constant pressure and ensure that you were continuously battered from every direction, though on the up side it at least ensured you weren’t able to slip down any further. With the moist flesh pressing into your mouth you couldn’t scream out in protest and your attempts to struggle were completely subsumed into each bounce. With no means of escaping or even making your plight known, you had no idea how you were going to get away from this confused girl. Your greatest fear was that she was going to take you to Brazil with no chance of returning or hope of escape, and you could feel hot tears come to your eyes at the thought of never seeing your family ever again. All because of an ill thought out dip in the sea.
Heedless to your suffering, Isabella felt only elation as she left the beach, her breasts jiggling happily with each step as she practically skipped forward, much to the bemusement of Ana trailing serenely in her wake. With her thoughts focused entirely on you she didn’t even notice the appreciative gazes she drew from other beachgoers as she skipped along, eyes fixed in turn to her bouncing chest as she approached, and to the quivering girth of her equally mountainous booty as she left. Those eyes meant nothing to the Brazilian girl. All she cared about right now was the feeling of the little man tucked snuggly into her cleavage, now liberally coated in a building sheen of sweat. By now your body was starting to distort, reduced to little more than a ball of putty between the brunette’s breasts and the feeling of it brought a blissful smile to your captor’s face. Once she had you in the safety of her room she intended to waste no time picking up where the two of you had left off.
As the two Brazilians stepped into the carpark, your window of escape became narrower and narrower, each step bringing you inexorably towards the looming prison of Ana’s car. Trapped within the darkness of Isabella’s cleavage you couldn’t even see it, yet somehow a part of you knew that the next few seconds would be pivotal to the rest of your life. As the two drew closer to the car…
As you were moved to hover above the seemingly infinite expanse of the Brazilian girl’s cleavage you tried to squirm and cry out in protest. “Wait, wait. I don’t want to go back in there. Please just-” But it was pointless. Though Isabella could feel you squirm and hear the incomprehensible words spilling from her throat, you were past the point of reasoning with her now. Your misunderstandings had snowballed into an entire network of thoughts in the brunette’s mind, and she was now wholly convinced that you were one hundred percent on board with her plans. Your movements those of excited fidgeting and your words those of someone calling out your thanks and appreciation. Another flirty wink was sent your way, and with one last “Até logo!” you were sent into freefall.
For the second time in one day you found yourself falling towards this girl’s cavernous cleavage, her already large breasts quickly growing to fill your whole viewpoint as you accelerated downwards. In truth your descent took barely a second, but that second seemed to stretch into minutes from your perspective, giving you enough time to once again contemplate just how you had ended up here before you struck Isabella’s warm flesh. Last time you’d done this you had more speed and her breasts had been firmly pressed together so you’d bounced off before settling in her cleavage, but this time you slipped straight into the gap your captor’s hands had opened, sinking all the way to your shoulders before finally catching on the surrounding skin. With most of your body buried in jiggling flesh, you hurriedly craned your neck up to send a pleading look at your unintentional tormentor, only to see the fingers above pulling away as the full mass of her breasts closed in.
Pulling her hand back, Isabella watched with mild amusement as her boobs slammed back together, the small man trapped within disappearing completely from sight as her flesh flowed into the gap, his tiny head instantly swamped by the heaving masses. For you it was like being caught in a hot and sticky vice, but to the Brazilian girl there was nothing more than a slight quiver as the mounds settled, and the presence of your body was more pleasant than anything, sending a small shiver down her spine as she pictured your squishy form secured so close to her heart. Her hands returned to her chest to give a couple of gentle squeezes and a quick knead, biting her lip to avoid moaning as she felt your renewed attempts to struggle against the crushing mass, appreciating the stimulation you provided. Yet she was all too aware that her aunt was waiting, so with a quick tug on its straps to make sure her top was tight and secure, she finally headed back to the shack’s locked entrance.
As it turned out, no sooner had your captor unlocked and opened the door than she found herself face-to-face with Ana, the older woman having tracked down the shack through her niece’s calls. The little sister of Isabella’s mother, visually the Brazilian was similar to her younger relative, though with the mature body of a woman in her late 30s and long raven hair several shades darker. Her prominent curves were just barely kept contained within a form-hugging black one-piece, and her full lips quirked as she raised a single well-manicured eyebrow, and glanced over Isabella’s shoulder into the shack. She was sure that she’d find some boy standing bashfully inside, maybe trying to hide himself, yet a quick scan satisfied her that it was indeed empty, and instead she turned her attention back to her niece. “O que você estava fazendo? Isso parece um lugar estranho para uma pausa.”
Chewing on her lip for a moment, Isabella contemplated whether she should reveal her prize to Ana, tossing up between sharing her building excitement with her family member and possibly losing her monopoly over you. The brunette loved her aunt but she was worried that the older woman may not approve of her acquisition, or even worse that she would want to take you for herself. Ana was after all beautiful but unwed, the stars having not yet aligned for her in that way. Ultimately she decided that the risk was just too great for now, and played the whole situation off with a casual shrug and an easy smile. “Nada realmente. Eu só precisava de um momento para mim mesmo.” Reaching out to link arms, Isabella steered them both towards the car park, bumping her chest against her aunt’s briefly and causing both of them to quiver as they headed off. “Desculpe pela espera. Vamos indo!”
From your position you could only just barely make out the sound of voices above, though it wasn’t like that did you any good with the language gap. Just the force of Isabella’s breathing was enough to compress you between her prodigious assets, and every step she took was practically torture, the world of flesh that surrounded you trembling and bouncing with every footfall. The red bikini top maintained a firm enough hold to keep you under constant pressure and ensure that you were continuously battered from every direction, though on the up side it at least ensured you weren’t able to slip down any further. With the moist flesh pressing into your mouth you couldn’t scream out in protest and your attempts to struggle were completely subsumed into each bounce. With no means of escaping or even making your plight known, you had no idea how you were going to get away from this confused girl. Your greatest fear was that she was going to take you to Brazil with no chance of returning or hope of escape, and you could feel hot tears come to your eyes at the thought of never seeing your family ever again. All because of an ill thought out dip in the sea.
Heedless to your suffering, Isabella felt only elation as she left the beach, her breasts jiggling happily with each step as she practically skipped forward, much to the bemusement of Ana trailing serenely in her wake. With her thoughts focused entirely on you she didn’t even notice the appreciative gazes she drew from other beachgoers as she skipped along, eyes fixed in turn to her bouncing chest as she approached, and to the quivering girth of her equally mountainous booty as she left. Those eyes meant nothing to the Brazilian girl. All she cared about right now was the feeling of the little man tucked snuggly into her cleavage, now liberally coated in a building sheen of sweat. By now your body was starting to distort, reduced to little more than a ball of putty between the brunette’s breasts and the feeling of it brought a blissful smile to your captor’s face. Once she had you in the safety of her room she intended to waste no time picking up where the two of you had left off.
As the two Brazilians stepped into the carpark, your window of escape became narrower and narrower, each step bringing you inexorably towards the looming prison of Ana’s car. Trapped within the darkness of Isabella’s cleavage you couldn’t even see it, yet somehow a part of you knew that the next few seconds would be pivotal to the rest of your life. As the two drew closer to the car…
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April 23, 2025
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