The Best of Intentions
Tiny Tutor (Re-Upload)
chapter 7
by
Bobob1
You willed your squished, flattened body to twitch and shake as much as it was able to, desperately trying everything you could think of to reform and escape from the raven-haired giantess’ massive derriere. Since she was asleep and nude, the oblivious girl rested peacefully on her bed, her thick butt cheeks slowly peeling away from the bond of sweat that had held them together all day.
For the first time in hours you felt a slight breeze waft over your body, filtering through Morgan’s butt crack from the fan she had pointed at her nude, sleeping body. With renewed will, and the knowledge that escape was so close, you mentally cried out, forcing your body to reform no matter what. You had hardly felt this driven in your entire life.
Though it took nearly an hour, your arms snapped free and popped back into shape. You dug your hands into Morgan’s jiggly flesh, grabbing a handful of her creamy cheeks in both hands to stabilize yourself. As your legs and lower body snapped free, you grunted at the sudden extra power it took you to hold yourself up. Morgan’s ass was sweating like a humid swamp, but you knew that, no matter what, you could NOT let yourself fall.
Feeling like an action hero straight out of a Hollywood blockbuster, you began scaling Morgan’s left butt cheek, one pull at a time. The fresh air of her bedroom filled your lungs and propelled you forward, even though your arms ached for relief, as you had never been a seriously athletic type of a guy. Most of your attempts to exercise or hit the gym with your family ended in complete and utter disaster and humiliation.
After a few more minutes, you hoisted yourself up onto Morgan’s butt cheek with a triumphant cry. Lying on your back on the curvaceous beauty’s bubble butt, you took several moments to catch your breath before standing up again. Unfortunately, you underestimated just how much sweat you had built up, and how extraordinarily slippery Morgan’s smooth, supple skin was, and your feet slipped out from under you.
Screaming, you tumbled backwards and grasped desperately at Morgan’s butt, your hands trailing and lightly scraping her delicate skin. Legs dangling back into her butt crack, you managed to pinch enough flesh to hold onto, but your blood ran cold as Morgan stirred slightly and let out a low groan. Your panicky efforts to save yourself had disturbed the slumbering girl.
In the darkness of her room, you couldn’t see it coming until it was too late. Subconsciously, Morgan flipped her hand back to scratch her butt, and her index finger slammed into your head. Dazed, you fell backwards, disappearing into the deep crevasse of Morgan’s rear end. The raven-haired goddess merely rubbed her butt for a second before letting her hand flop back down, a satisfied smile on her face.
You fell until you landed against an indescribably gross and slimy surface, and you knew it the second you hit it. You tried to stand up, only for your hands and feet to sink right into the unmentionably disgusting “floor” you had landed on. Tears streaming down your face (from the horror of your situation and the overpoweringly awful stench), you screamed and tried to wrench yourself free, but to no avail.
You had fallen onto, and were now partially dragged into, Morgan’s anus.
You thrashed your upper body wildly, throwing any semblance of your typically calm demeanor out of the window. You knew that only death awaited you past Morgan’s asshole, as your tiny body would be chewed and crumpled up, caked in fecal matter the next day, dumped back out of her butt into the toilet, and then flushed away, never to be seen again. This was the exact fate you had been trying to avoid. Only once in your life had you ever come face-to-face with a girl’s asshole like this, and it had scarred you deeply.
Stacy had accidentally taken you to her friend Vicky’s house, so she had rolled you into a ball and tucked you in her shirt pocket for safety. Unfortunately, you had fallen out and were left behind when Stacy headed home. Finding you on the floor, the incredibly horny and sensual Vicky had, humiliatingly enough, confused you for the anal bead she had lost the previous day. Suffice it to say, you experienced a side of your sister’s best friend that night you never wanted to see again. Thankfully, Stacy returned the next morning and managed to rescue you from further torment.
Once again, you panicky actions only served to further your hellish situation, as Morgan groaned and tensed her body up, her subconscious mind kicking into overdrive at the unknown object stimulating her most sensitive area. Her butt cheeks slammed together, and her asshole clenched around you, the wrinkly skin squeezing and compressing around you body, flattening you out instantly.
Morgan didn’t relax her body until thirty minutes later, and by then, the damage was done. Your tiny, squishy body was engrained into her puckered anus like the world’s grossest tattoo, your face firmly pressed into the unmentionable bodily area. As half of your body had been pulled through her anus, you were unable to reform at all, and your strength had escaped your body.
Falling into despair, you gave up struggling, and tried to fall asleep. Morgan’s overbearing ass stench penetrated your nostrils, and vomit-inducing sweat and slime coated your body. Deep inside Morgan’s ass, there was no light, and the pressure pushing in on you from both sides was terrible. While your unknowing captor slept blissfully, you weren’t able to sleep all night, kept awake by the horrifying reality of perhaps the worst situation you had ever been in.
***
Morgan woke the next morning, rubbing her sleepy eyes and stretching her arms. Sitting up, she slid out of bed and groaned, never one for being a morning person. Checking the clock, she saw that she still had over an hour before she needed to return to the amusement park for another day of shows. The thought made her smile, as she had really come to view Penny and Gwen as good friends.
As Morgan shuffled over to her closet, she could’ve sworn she felt something weird in her butt. Almost like something was stuck…inside of her ass. Like, deep inside of her ass. Morgan bit her lip and looked in her full-size mirror at her wide, shapely rear end. Had something fallen inside while she was sleeping? Was it whatever she had felt the previous day? It did still feel…pretty good.
What happens next?
For the first time in hours you felt a slight breeze waft over your body, filtering through Morgan’s butt crack from the fan she had pointed at her nude, sleeping body. With renewed will, and the knowledge that escape was so close, you mentally cried out, forcing your body to reform no matter what. You had hardly felt this driven in your entire life.
Though it took nearly an hour, your arms snapped free and popped back into shape. You dug your hands into Morgan’s jiggly flesh, grabbing a handful of her creamy cheeks in both hands to stabilize yourself. As your legs and lower body snapped free, you grunted at the sudden extra power it took you to hold yourself up. Morgan’s ass was sweating like a humid swamp, but you knew that, no matter what, you could NOT let yourself fall.
Feeling like an action hero straight out of a Hollywood blockbuster, you began scaling Morgan’s left butt cheek, one pull at a time. The fresh air of her bedroom filled your lungs and propelled you forward, even though your arms ached for relief, as you had never been a seriously athletic type of a guy. Most of your attempts to exercise or hit the gym with your family ended in complete and utter disaster and humiliation.
After a few more minutes, you hoisted yourself up onto Morgan’s butt cheek with a triumphant cry. Lying on your back on the curvaceous beauty’s bubble butt, you took several moments to catch your breath before standing up again. Unfortunately, you underestimated just how much sweat you had built up, and how extraordinarily slippery Morgan’s smooth, supple skin was, and your feet slipped out from under you.
Screaming, you tumbled backwards and grasped desperately at Morgan’s butt, your hands trailing and lightly scraping her delicate skin. Legs dangling back into her butt crack, you managed to pinch enough flesh to hold onto, but your blood ran cold as Morgan stirred slightly and let out a low groan. Your panicky efforts to save yourself had disturbed the slumbering girl.
In the darkness of her room, you couldn’t see it coming until it was too late. Subconsciously, Morgan flipped her hand back to scratch her butt, and her index finger slammed into your head. Dazed, you fell backwards, disappearing into the deep crevasse of Morgan’s rear end. The raven-haired goddess merely rubbed her butt for a second before letting her hand flop back down, a satisfied smile on her face.
You fell until you landed against an indescribably gross and slimy surface, and you knew it the second you hit it. You tried to stand up, only for your hands and feet to sink right into the unmentionably disgusting “floor” you had landed on. Tears streaming down your face (from the horror of your situation and the overpoweringly awful stench), you screamed and tried to wrench yourself free, but to no avail.
You had fallen onto, and were now partially dragged into, Morgan’s anus.
You thrashed your upper body wildly, throwing any semblance of your typically calm demeanor out of the window. You knew that only death awaited you past Morgan’s asshole, as your tiny body would be chewed and crumpled up, caked in fecal matter the next day, dumped back out of her butt into the toilet, and then flushed away, never to be seen again. This was the exact fate you had been trying to avoid. Only once in your life had you ever come face-to-face with a girl’s asshole like this, and it had scarred you deeply.
Stacy had accidentally taken you to her friend Vicky’s house, so she had rolled you into a ball and tucked you in her shirt pocket for safety. Unfortunately, you had fallen out and were left behind when Stacy headed home. Finding you on the floor, the incredibly horny and sensual Vicky had, humiliatingly enough, confused you for the anal bead she had lost the previous day. Suffice it to say, you experienced a side of your sister’s best friend that night you never wanted to see again. Thankfully, Stacy returned the next morning and managed to rescue you from further torment.
Once again, you panicky actions only served to further your hellish situation, as Morgan groaned and tensed her body up, her subconscious mind kicking into overdrive at the unknown object stimulating her most sensitive area. Her butt cheeks slammed together, and her asshole clenched around you, the wrinkly skin squeezing and compressing around you body, flattening you out instantly.
Morgan didn’t relax her body until thirty minutes later, and by then, the damage was done. Your tiny, squishy body was engrained into her puckered anus like the world’s grossest tattoo, your face firmly pressed into the unmentionable bodily area. As half of your body had been pulled through her anus, you were unable to reform at all, and your strength had escaped your body.
Falling into despair, you gave up struggling, and tried to fall asleep. Morgan’s overbearing ass stench penetrated your nostrils, and vomit-inducing sweat and slime coated your body. Deep inside Morgan’s ass, there was no light, and the pressure pushing in on you from both sides was terrible. While your unknowing captor slept blissfully, you weren’t able to sleep all night, kept awake by the horrifying reality of perhaps the worst situation you had ever been in.
***
Morgan woke the next morning, rubbing her sleepy eyes and stretching her arms. Sitting up, she slid out of bed and groaned, never one for being a morning person. Checking the clock, she saw that she still had over an hour before she needed to return to the amusement park for another day of shows. The thought made her smile, as she had really come to view Penny and Gwen as good friends.
As Morgan shuffled over to her closet, she could’ve sworn she felt something weird in her butt. Almost like something was stuck…inside of her ass. Like, deep inside of her ass. Morgan bit her lip and looked in her full-size mirror at her wide, shapely rear end. Had something fallen inside while she was sleeping? Was it whatever she had felt the previous day? It did still feel…pretty good.
What happens next?
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April 23, 2025
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