Isabella and Ana's Abode
Tiny Tutor (Re-Upload)
chapter 12
by
Bobob1
You prayed to anyone who would listen for some sort of freak accident to save you from the clutches of the overly flirtatious, curvaceous girl who currently held you captive in her cleavage. In fact, your wish almost came true, as Isabella tripped on the uneven pavement, but her back was quickly supported by her Ana, and she remained upright. Sparing a sheepish smile to her aunt, Isabella threw open the door to the car and climbed into the passenger’s seat.
Though nearly all sounds from the outside world were muffled by the unbelievably squishy flesh surrounding you on all sides, you could feel the reverberation from the car door slamming shut, and you knew that your fate was sealed. As your captor’s body began to shake ever-so-slightly from the car’s engine roaring to life, you broke down, sobbing, convinced that you might never see your family again.
Ana pulled the car out of the parking lot, and Isabella spared a quick glance down her cleavage, just barely managing to make out the top of your head, with the rest of your body buried out of sight. She bit her lip, nearly losing her mind over how irresistibly cute you were. She didn’t even care no one had told her about tiny little men living in the United States. Now that she had found one to keep for herself, she fully planned on loving you for all time, and never letting you go.
Zoned out from her fantasy, Ana had enough time to catch her niece staring down into her cleavage with a blush on her face. She smirked and spoke up. “Por que você está olhando para seus seios? Você está atraído por si mesmo?” She joked, wondering why Isabella was staring at her breasts, and if she was attracted to herself.
Isabella’s blush deepened and she tried to look casual. “Não é nada. Apenas um pouco de coceira. Estou bem.” Isabella assured Ana all was fine, trying to keep her voice steady. She definitely didn’t want Ana to know about you, she had decided. You were going to be hers, and hers alone.
Ana raised a coy eyebrow, but didn’t try to start the subject again. They drove back to Ana’s house in relative silence, but it only took them about twenty minutes to reach Ana’s modest house in a small suburban community. They two curvy women headed inside, Isabella struggling to smile as she felt you bounce against her breasts with every jiggly step she took.
Isabella, in a mildly suspicious manner, rushed up to her bedroom immediately upon entering the house, closing her door behind her and sighing happily. She pried apart her breasts with one hand, giggling light-heartedly as she spotted you partially squished flat to her left breast, face frozen in a comical expression. Already, her mind had wrongly concluded you had purposefully let yourself be pressed face first into her boobs, and not that it was an embarrassingly unintended accident.
Fighting her temptation to leave you there, Isabella peeled you free and let you reform in her hand while she stared down at you, eyes sparkling with genuine love and playfulness. As you reformed, your mind reeled at how gorgeous she was, but you kept telling yourself how dangerous her constant misunderstandings were, and the potentially catastrophic consequence of her growing desire to keep you forever.
You cleared your throat to speak as soon as you regained your human body, only to be met with Isabella’s lips slamming into your body. Her plush lips forced you down onto your back, and your feeble attempts to pound against her mouth were rendered mute as your squishy arms bent backward. You could do nothing to halt the affectionate, love-driven girl from getting what she wanted.
Isabella sucked in air, pulling your leg into her mouth, and an instant later her tongue was on you. The fleshy mass slapped onto your face, lathering you in saliva as Isabella rather greedily licked over every inch of your chest and face. You coughed and sputtered, trying to scream up at her to stop, but by now you were practically inside of her mouth with her lips enclosed around you, and your pleas fell on deaf ears.
The giantess’ tongue curled back and then unfolded, sliding up your body starting from your legs. As it crawled upward, you shivered uncontrollably, lost between terror and arousal. Your cries caught in your throat as Isabella’s tongue pulled up on your quickly throbbing crotch through your swim shorts, a wave of unwarranted enjoyment crashing through you.
Isabella was not dumb, and she pulled back from you, eyes widening. A trail of saliva was left behind as she wiped at her mouth and eyed the tent you were pitching in your shorts. Her pink cheeks burned, and her eyes twinkled with delight, any reservations about your safety gone from her mind. Seeing you turned on by her love filled her with indescribable happiness, and she was now utterly convinced you wanted this just as much as she did.
You gasped for breath, knowing now was your only chance to speak and stop this girl from taking furthering advantage of you. You gulped for air, willing your nerves to calm down, only to cry out in panic as Isabella pinched your swim trunks between her index and thumb, and yank them right off. Fully nude, your whole body practically turned red with embarrassment, and you futilely tried to cover yourself up.
Isabella laughed again, her harmonious voice starkly contrasted with her rather sensual actions. “não tenha vergonha. Vamos fazer isso mesmo.” Isabella cooed, stroking your back with her pinky finger. You didn’t catch a single word she said, but the gist of her statement was confirmed as the sultry giantess expertly snapped off the tie behind her back, and the top of her bikini one-piece popped free and draped down her stomach.
You balked, finding Isabella’s gargantuan, perky breasts now nude and right before you. They were truly a perfect pair, not a blemish to be seen, each of her nipples larger than your entire being. You stared, entranced, despite your conscience nagging at the back of your head, begging you to stop feeding Isabella’s misconceptions about this situation.
Sadly, you were too late, and Isabella immediately picked up upon your clear desire for her body. Lust and joy rushed through her, such ecstasy that she had never experience before in her entire life. Twenty-two years of pent up sexual desires were flooding out of her all at once, and you were their unfortunate victim. Isabella made a mental note to tell of her friends back home to come to the United States and find their own tiny man to keep and play with.
Biting her lip, Isabella wiggled her hips side-to-side, letting her one-piece fall down her butt and to the floor. Making a show of it, Isabella moved in slow, mesmerizing movements. You watched with rapt attention, hanging off the edge of her palm, your blood pounding as much as hers was. Right as her one-piece dropped away, and her bare womanhood entered your view, you tore yourself away, fearing you might lose any pretense of sanity at that sight.
Both naked, Isabella felt a great many things, not least of which how excited she was to have so much fun with you, for hours on end if possible. A million ideas of just what to do with you bounced around in her brain at a mile a minute, especially with the knowledge of your squishy and stretchy nature. Equally as sexually overwhelmed as her, you knew you had blown your chance, at that your fate was now in her hands.
While contemplating just what to do with the adorable tiny man creature in her hand, Isabella noted the sweat still glistening off of her skin, the sand still in her hair and between her toes and fingers. She realized that a shower was probably in her best interest. She certainly wouldn't want to relax in bed with her tiny little pet while sandy and sweaty.
Though nearly all sounds from the outside world were muffled by the unbelievably squishy flesh surrounding you on all sides, you could feel the reverberation from the car door slamming shut, and you knew that your fate was sealed. As your captor’s body began to shake ever-so-slightly from the car’s engine roaring to life, you broke down, sobbing, convinced that you might never see your family again.
Ana pulled the car out of the parking lot, and Isabella spared a quick glance down her cleavage, just barely managing to make out the top of your head, with the rest of your body buried out of sight. She bit her lip, nearly losing her mind over how irresistibly cute you were. She didn’t even care no one had told her about tiny little men living in the United States. Now that she had found one to keep for herself, she fully planned on loving you for all time, and never letting you go.
Zoned out from her fantasy, Ana had enough time to catch her niece staring down into her cleavage with a blush on her face. She smirked and spoke up. “Por que você está olhando para seus seios? Você está atraído por si mesmo?” She joked, wondering why Isabella was staring at her breasts, and if she was attracted to herself.
Isabella’s blush deepened and she tried to look casual. “Não é nada. Apenas um pouco de coceira. Estou bem.” Isabella assured Ana all was fine, trying to keep her voice steady. She definitely didn’t want Ana to know about you, she had decided. You were going to be hers, and hers alone.
Ana raised a coy eyebrow, but didn’t try to start the subject again. They drove back to Ana’s house in relative silence, but it only took them about twenty minutes to reach Ana’s modest house in a small suburban community. They two curvy women headed inside, Isabella struggling to smile as she felt you bounce against her breasts with every jiggly step she took.
Isabella, in a mildly suspicious manner, rushed up to her bedroom immediately upon entering the house, closing her door behind her and sighing happily. She pried apart her breasts with one hand, giggling light-heartedly as she spotted you partially squished flat to her left breast, face frozen in a comical expression. Already, her mind had wrongly concluded you had purposefully let yourself be pressed face first into her boobs, and not that it was an embarrassingly unintended accident.
Fighting her temptation to leave you there, Isabella peeled you free and let you reform in her hand while she stared down at you, eyes sparkling with genuine love and playfulness. As you reformed, your mind reeled at how gorgeous she was, but you kept telling yourself how dangerous her constant misunderstandings were, and the potentially catastrophic consequence of her growing desire to keep you forever.
You cleared your throat to speak as soon as you regained your human body, only to be met with Isabella’s lips slamming into your body. Her plush lips forced you down onto your back, and your feeble attempts to pound against her mouth were rendered mute as your squishy arms bent backward. You could do nothing to halt the affectionate, love-driven girl from getting what she wanted.
Isabella sucked in air, pulling your leg into her mouth, and an instant later her tongue was on you. The fleshy mass slapped onto your face, lathering you in saliva as Isabella rather greedily licked over every inch of your chest and face. You coughed and sputtered, trying to scream up at her to stop, but by now you were practically inside of her mouth with her lips enclosed around you, and your pleas fell on deaf ears.
The giantess’ tongue curled back and then unfolded, sliding up your body starting from your legs. As it crawled upward, you shivered uncontrollably, lost between terror and arousal. Your cries caught in your throat as Isabella’s tongue pulled up on your quickly throbbing crotch through your swim shorts, a wave of unwarranted enjoyment crashing through you.
Isabella was not dumb, and she pulled back from you, eyes widening. A trail of saliva was left behind as she wiped at her mouth and eyed the tent you were pitching in your shorts. Her pink cheeks burned, and her eyes twinkled with delight, any reservations about your safety gone from her mind. Seeing you turned on by her love filled her with indescribable happiness, and she was now utterly convinced you wanted this just as much as she did.
You gasped for breath, knowing now was your only chance to speak and stop this girl from taking furthering advantage of you. You gulped for air, willing your nerves to calm down, only to cry out in panic as Isabella pinched your swim trunks between her index and thumb, and yank them right off. Fully nude, your whole body practically turned red with embarrassment, and you futilely tried to cover yourself up.
Isabella laughed again, her harmonious voice starkly contrasted with her rather sensual actions. “não tenha vergonha. Vamos fazer isso mesmo.” Isabella cooed, stroking your back with her pinky finger. You didn’t catch a single word she said, but the gist of her statement was confirmed as the sultry giantess expertly snapped off the tie behind her back, and the top of her bikini one-piece popped free and draped down her stomach.
You balked, finding Isabella’s gargantuan, perky breasts now nude and right before you. They were truly a perfect pair, not a blemish to be seen, each of her nipples larger than your entire being. You stared, entranced, despite your conscience nagging at the back of your head, begging you to stop feeding Isabella’s misconceptions about this situation.
Sadly, you were too late, and Isabella immediately picked up upon your clear desire for her body. Lust and joy rushed through her, such ecstasy that she had never experience before in her entire life. Twenty-two years of pent up sexual desires were flooding out of her all at once, and you were their unfortunate victim. Isabella made a mental note to tell of her friends back home to come to the United States and find their own tiny man to keep and play with.
Biting her lip, Isabella wiggled her hips side-to-side, letting her one-piece fall down her butt and to the floor. Making a show of it, Isabella moved in slow, mesmerizing movements. You watched with rapt attention, hanging off the edge of her palm, your blood pounding as much as hers was. Right as her one-piece dropped away, and her bare womanhood entered your view, you tore yourself away, fearing you might lose any pretense of sanity at that sight.
Both naked, Isabella felt a great many things, not least of which how excited she was to have so much fun with you, for hours on end if possible. A million ideas of just what to do with you bounced around in her brain at a mile a minute, especially with the knowledge of your squishy and stretchy nature. Equally as sexually overwhelmed as her, you knew you had blown your chance, at that your fate was now in her hands.
While contemplating just what to do with the adorable tiny man creature in her hand, Isabella noted the sweat still glistening off of her skin, the sand still in her hair and between her toes and fingers. She realized that a shower was probably in her best interest. She certainly wouldn't want to relax in bed with her tiny little pet while sandy and sweaty.
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April 23, 2025
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