Attempted Delivery (Part Two)
Tiny Tutor (Re-Upload)
chapter 8
by
Bobob1
As you sputtered and flailed, Mary’s head turned to the left to casually observe a car driving by. That car happened to be driven by your very own mother, desperately cruising slowly around the neighborhood for any sign of you or something out of the ordinary. Shannon simply gave Mary a friendly nod, which Mary returned, and then her car was out of sight moments later.
Eyes off of the sidewalk, Mary let out a rather cute startled cry as she tripped on a little girl’s box of chalk, stumbling a few steps before catching herself. Smiling at her clumsiness, Mary kept on running, hoping that she’d find her tiny little passenger’s home soon. Perhaps you’d even introduce her to your cute little family members. Naïve thoughts of adopting you and your family flooded her mind, igniting her maternal instincts and filling her with warmth. She’d adore having a family of tiny little squishy people to care for and love.
Unbeknownst to your towering transporter, Mary’s little stumble had ruined everything. Her breasts had heaved upwards from the unexpected and erratic movement of trying to keep herself upright, and her flesh had quivered much more than usual. Your naked, sweat soaked form had slipped right down her cleavage, vanishing from the outside world and disappearing into darkness.
Trapped deep between her gigantic breasts, you experience the true effect of her running, as her constricting sports bra jostled her squishy breasts yet kept them pinned to each other like glue. Your body quickly flattened out, and as her boobs rubbed up and down over the next few minutes, your gummy-like body began to adhered to her left breast, plastered to her flesh like a little sticker.
Mary grew worried about your silence, and glanced down at her prodigious chest only to halt her running and gasp at her missing passenger. Fearing she’d lost you when she had tripped, Mary doubled back to the spot of the little girl’s chalk box, and skimmed high and low for you for nearly fifteen minutes. Never once did the thought of you merely slipping into her sweaty cleavage cross her mind.
Not finding you, and filled with incredible sadness, Mary continued her run, angling herself back in the direction of her home. She didn’t know what else to do. She couldn’t spend the rest of the day searching for a little squishy guy she’d just met, even if he was incredibly cute, and she did feel true guilt for losing him. Sighing, she simply kept on running, not knowing how close to her heart the little guy was.
As she headed back home, she passed directly by your house, where your sister was on her hands and knees searching for you, sweaty and dirt-stained. Her eyes were red from crying, and she didn’t so much as glance up as Mary ran past. Mary felt sympathy for the girl, as she had clearly lost something important too. Of course, Mary was still convinced you lived with a tiny sister and mother, and didn’t even think to connect the dots or talk to Stacy.
Buried under mounds of flesh, you grew increasingly panicky as your squishy body adhered itself more and more to Mary’s left breast. Shoved face first into her boob, all you could taste was her sweat, which was also acting as a bonding agent holding you in place. Mary’s deep canyon of cleavage had begun to smell, a putrid scent not lost on you, as you had a front row seat to all the action.
It took Mary an hour to get home, and by the time she had arrived, she was a sweat-soaked mess, and was breathing heavily. Your position was even worse than before, as the constant grinding of her boobs had started to rub away some of your distinguishable human features. You were already face first into her breast, and hidden deep down her cleavage, so the odds of her finding you were slim. To make matters worse, your skin tone was only a little lighter than her own, and you feared any more time spent trapped between her tits would end up with you quite permanently engrained into her flesh.
Gina stood up as her mom entered, setting her phone down. “That was a long run mom. How’d getting him home go?”
Mary wiped away an actual tear from her eye. She had really felt like she had connected with you, her motherly attitude bonding her to your plight the moment she’d met you. “I…I lost him dear. I tripped on the sidewalk and the little cutie was gone!”
“What?” Gina cried. “You lost him? He’s missing out on the street again, with no one to help him get back home? What will his tiny family do without him around?”
“I don’t know sweetie!” Mary replied. “I tripped on some little girl’s playthings, and he fell out of my cleavage. He was there before I tripped, and gone right after. I searched for the poor thing around where I fell, I really did!”
Gina frowned, something about her mother’s previous statement bothering her. Mary moved to head upstairs, wanting to shower, change into comfy clothes, and de-stress. She wanted to wash all of the sweaty grime off of her body as soon as possible.
Gina turned to her mother and opened her mouth to speak…but what does she say?
Eyes off of the sidewalk, Mary let out a rather cute startled cry as she tripped on a little girl’s box of chalk, stumbling a few steps before catching herself. Smiling at her clumsiness, Mary kept on running, hoping that she’d find her tiny little passenger’s home soon. Perhaps you’d even introduce her to your cute little family members. Naïve thoughts of adopting you and your family flooded her mind, igniting her maternal instincts and filling her with warmth. She’d adore having a family of tiny little squishy people to care for and love.
Unbeknownst to your towering transporter, Mary’s little stumble had ruined everything. Her breasts had heaved upwards from the unexpected and erratic movement of trying to keep herself upright, and her flesh had quivered much more than usual. Your naked, sweat soaked form had slipped right down her cleavage, vanishing from the outside world and disappearing into darkness.
Trapped deep between her gigantic breasts, you experience the true effect of her running, as her constricting sports bra jostled her squishy breasts yet kept them pinned to each other like glue. Your body quickly flattened out, and as her boobs rubbed up and down over the next few minutes, your gummy-like body began to adhered to her left breast, plastered to her flesh like a little sticker.
Mary grew worried about your silence, and glanced down at her prodigious chest only to halt her running and gasp at her missing passenger. Fearing she’d lost you when she had tripped, Mary doubled back to the spot of the little girl’s chalk box, and skimmed high and low for you for nearly fifteen minutes. Never once did the thought of you merely slipping into her sweaty cleavage cross her mind.
Not finding you, and filled with incredible sadness, Mary continued her run, angling herself back in the direction of her home. She didn’t know what else to do. She couldn’t spend the rest of the day searching for a little squishy guy she’d just met, even if he was incredibly cute, and she did feel true guilt for losing him. Sighing, she simply kept on running, not knowing how close to her heart the little guy was.
As she headed back home, she passed directly by your house, where your sister was on her hands and knees searching for you, sweaty and dirt-stained. Her eyes were red from crying, and she didn’t so much as glance up as Mary ran past. Mary felt sympathy for the girl, as she had clearly lost something important too. Of course, Mary was still convinced you lived with a tiny sister and mother, and didn’t even think to connect the dots or talk to Stacy.
Buried under mounds of flesh, you grew increasingly panicky as your squishy body adhered itself more and more to Mary’s left breast. Shoved face first into her boob, all you could taste was her sweat, which was also acting as a bonding agent holding you in place. Mary’s deep canyon of cleavage had begun to smell, a putrid scent not lost on you, as you had a front row seat to all the action.
It took Mary an hour to get home, and by the time she had arrived, she was a sweat-soaked mess, and was breathing heavily. Your position was even worse than before, as the constant grinding of her boobs had started to rub away some of your distinguishable human features. You were already face first into her breast, and hidden deep down her cleavage, so the odds of her finding you were slim. To make matters worse, your skin tone was only a little lighter than her own, and you feared any more time spent trapped between her tits would end up with you quite permanently engrained into her flesh.
Gina stood up as her mom entered, setting her phone down. “That was a long run mom. How’d getting him home go?”
Mary wiped away an actual tear from her eye. She had really felt like she had connected with you, her motherly attitude bonding her to your plight the moment she’d met you. “I…I lost him dear. I tripped on the sidewalk and the little cutie was gone!”
“What?” Gina cried. “You lost him? He’s missing out on the street again, with no one to help him get back home? What will his tiny family do without him around?”
“I don’t know sweetie!” Mary replied. “I tripped on some little girl’s playthings, and he fell out of my cleavage. He was there before I tripped, and gone right after. I searched for the poor thing around where I fell, I really did!”
Gina frowned, something about her mother’s previous statement bothering her. Mary moved to head upstairs, wanting to shower, change into comfy clothes, and de-stress. She wanted to wash all of the sweaty grime off of her body as soon as possible.
Gina turned to her mother and opened her mouth to speak…but what does she say?
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April 23, 2025
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