Unfortunate Pranking Tool
Tiny Tutor (Re-Upload)
chapter 10
by
copier
· original author:
azazel8
Gina returned home with a skip in her step, both figuratively and literally. Although the little toy in her sneaker had been long since pounded flat, she could still feel the texture of it beneath her foot and was torn between leaving it there all day and removing it for yet more fun games. The decision was made for her when she stepped inside and was immediately met by her mother, Mary looking her up and down quickly before speaking. “Where’s our little toy? I just had the best idea of a prank we can pull on your aunt. Hurry, she’ll be home soon.” The twinkle in her eyes was mischievous and infectious, with Gina quickly removing her shoe. For you, the withdrawal of the suffocatingly heavy foot was welcome, but as you peered up into twin smiling faces, you knew nothing good lay ahead.
You were too crushed to speak, but you tried to communicate through your eyes as you were peeled from the sweaty insole and handed to Mary. Unfortunately, the brunette matriarch wasn’t paying any attention to you, instead speaking furtively to her daughter as the pair headed upstairs. “Tiff finds guys super sketchy right? So just imagine how she’ll react to finding one in her underwear drawer.” Gina laughed at that, clearly being all in for the idea. “Oh, that’s great. We can get her back for the prank she pulled with those fake bugs and give her some stress relief at the same time.” “Exactly.” From their tones it was clear that there was no real bad blood between the three women, but rather a close familial and sometimes teasing relationship, which was about to be weaponised against you.
By the time the two reached the bedroom of the so-far unseen aunt, you had finally regained your ability to speak and tried desperately to escape what the two had planned, knowing it would not end well for you. “Wait! Don’t you think it would be better to introduce me normally? I don’t want any more misunderstandings.” Mary laughed at the mere idea of that, and before you could protest further her thumb descended on you to smother your face in misplaced affection. “Hush little toy. Your protests are fun, but this isn’t the time for that.” She moved quickly over to a chest of drawers and opened the top drawer with her free hand, revealing sets of assorted undergarments within.
Managing to muster a relatively herculean feat of strength you forced the oppressive thumb away from your mouth. “Please! You can’t put me in there. If she finds me among her unmentionables she-mmph!” For all the effort you’d put in to remove it, the thumb returned with contemptuous ease, the smile on Mary’s face never dropping. “I said hush. That’s the whole point. We really do need to change that setting at some point, but for now it’s fine. Just remember, when Tiffany opens the drawer you should shout ‘surprise’ at the top of your lungs.” She seemed extremely pleased with her idea, doing a happy little dance that did entrancing things to her curves before unceremoniously throwing you into the open drawer and then slamming it shut. The momentum threw you the back and you found yourself tangled in an unseen piece of cloth, struggling in pitch darkness to escape.
For her part, Gina had watched this whole sequence of events unfold with nothing more than mild interest, though she did speak up when her mother turned to face her once more. “How long do you think it will take her to find it? I did want to play some more with Kelsey tomorrow.” From within the drawer you could barely make out her words, but you still shivered at the implications. A reminder of just how much you needed to escape from this household. Something which Mary’s response only made more apparent. “Don’t worry dear, it won’t take long. Tiff will take a shower and gets changed as soon as she gets home, and immediately discover our little intruder.” She chuckled, the otherwise warm sound coming across as deeply ominous to your ears. “It’s going to be a lot of fun if she thinks he’s actually real. Remember what she did to that boy who asked you out to prom? Billy? Brendan?”
You’d managed by now to disentangle yourself from whatever you had landed against but were no closer to escaping the drawer itself. Your futile banging on the exit was unheard by the two as they continued their discussion, voices slowly faded as they exited the room. “It was Brad, and I still don’t think he deserved all that.” “He needed to learn to take no for an answer honey. Besides, we need to protect your chastity for your fated partner.” “Fated partner?” “You’ll figure it out eventually dear.” “Huh?” That was the last you heard before their voices became too distant to hear, not that you were really listening, as the peculiarities of Gina’s love life were far from the front of your mind right now.
While keeping track of time in your dark silent prison was difficult, you didn’t think it was long until there was the sound of a door and nearby footsteps, followed by a shower turning on in the adjacent room. You tried banging again to no avail, and instead focused on planning how you would explain all of this when the drawer finally opened. The last thing you wanted was to be caught in this position without the opportunity to explain, as you knew that a proper introduction to this ‘Tiff’ was going to be your best bet of getting out of this mess. Both Gina and Mary had seemingly made up their minds about you, and Kesley was… preoccupied with other things, so this might be your last best chance.
Despite your attempts to prepare, bare feet against a carpeted floor make little sound, and when your position suddenly lurched forward, and light flooded in, you were caught off guard. The sudden movement knocked you onto your back and fully exposed your tiny, spreadeagled, and decidedly naked, body. Looming above you, similarly naked, was a towering blonde, whose toned curves spoke of her kinship to Mary, while not quite matching the other woman in sheer size. Not that you had long to stare at her body, as you quickly moved your gaze to this new woman’s face, finding her shocked eyes locked onto you, lips turning from puzzled, to concerned, to furious in just a few short seconds. Desperate, you hurried to explain. “Wait wait wait! I swear there’s a good explanation for-!”
“You sick degenerate!” Your attempt to explain was instantly overridden as the irate woman’s voice boomed out and her hand descended on you. Before you could even attempt to get up, her powerful fingers ensnared you and sent you rocketing up towards her face. Any further attempt to speak was lost as her grip tightened and constricted your chest, your squishy body rapidly collapsing in the face of her superior strength. All you could do was look up at her with pleading eyes, but it was clear she would be having none of it. “Ugh! How did you even get this small? Did you shrink yourself down somehow? Just to spy on me? To spy on my family!? How dare you!” She became even more irate by the end, and you could easily tell this was a woman who had felt the need more than once to defend her buxom and unfailingly friendly sister and niece from a great number of persistent past suitors.
For yourself, all you wanted was a chance to explain, and to escape the torment you had endured since you had been kicked out of that window. Unfortunately, Tiffany had a different perspective and different ideas for the shrunken pervert she had just found in her underwear drawer. She had no idea how you had shrunk or how you had gotten there, and she didn’t care either. All she cared about was that you had violated her privacy and, worse, could well have already violated the privacy of her beloved family, and she was going to make you pay for it dearly. She could worry about the how of your existence later. The one thing that could have saved you was a desire not to be a killer, but as she watched the way your flesh gave way beneath her fingers without true harm, even that was lost.
Your trip to the ground was exceptionally quick, helped by the fact that your captor had straight up thrown you at the carpet, rather than just drop you. The next moments though, as your partially splattered body lay there unmoving while a looming foot began to descend on you, seemed as if they stretched into an eternity. You fought to regain your ability to the speak, but the reforming of your mouth and lungs progressed at a snail’s pace, while the decent of Tiffany’s sole was like a meteor. When it landed you’d made essentially zero progress towards either explaining or escaping and as your body was instantly and painfully turned to mush, you knew you weren’t going to be getting another chance anytime soon. A fact that was driven home again and again as the blonde’s feet slammed down on you repeatedly, forcefully marching you towards a new height of suffering.
Peeking through a gap in the door, Mary giggled as she watched her sister really go to town on the unfortunate toy, stomping and even jumping on the little thing as she hurled insults at it. Gina jostled for space to get a look as well, and both wondered how long they could keep this particular game going. While not usually ones for violence, they enjoyed watching the always protective Tiffany having the chance to vent against something that couldn’t really feel pain, especially when she was doing it, at least in part, to protect them. As she watched her sister grinding her feet against the unseen toy, Mary idly wondered if she should reveal their little game or wait for her younger sibling to bring it up herself. On the one hand, she did want that delightful toy back to play with herself, and had promised Gina she could have it back soon as well. On the other, seeing how long they could trick Tiffany into thinking she had captured a real tiny pervert did seem like a pretty funny game.
You were too crushed to speak, but you tried to communicate through your eyes as you were peeled from the sweaty insole and handed to Mary. Unfortunately, the brunette matriarch wasn’t paying any attention to you, instead speaking furtively to her daughter as the pair headed upstairs. “Tiff finds guys super sketchy right? So just imagine how she’ll react to finding one in her underwear drawer.” Gina laughed at that, clearly being all in for the idea. “Oh, that’s great. We can get her back for the prank she pulled with those fake bugs and give her some stress relief at the same time.” “Exactly.” From their tones it was clear that there was no real bad blood between the three women, but rather a close familial and sometimes teasing relationship, which was about to be weaponised against you.
By the time the two reached the bedroom of the so-far unseen aunt, you had finally regained your ability to speak and tried desperately to escape what the two had planned, knowing it would not end well for you. “Wait! Don’t you think it would be better to introduce me normally? I don’t want any more misunderstandings.” Mary laughed at the mere idea of that, and before you could protest further her thumb descended on you to smother your face in misplaced affection. “Hush little toy. Your protests are fun, but this isn’t the time for that.” She moved quickly over to a chest of drawers and opened the top drawer with her free hand, revealing sets of assorted undergarments within.
Managing to muster a relatively herculean feat of strength you forced the oppressive thumb away from your mouth. “Please! You can’t put me in there. If she finds me among her unmentionables she-mmph!” For all the effort you’d put in to remove it, the thumb returned with contemptuous ease, the smile on Mary’s face never dropping. “I said hush. That’s the whole point. We really do need to change that setting at some point, but for now it’s fine. Just remember, when Tiffany opens the drawer you should shout ‘surprise’ at the top of your lungs.” She seemed extremely pleased with her idea, doing a happy little dance that did entrancing things to her curves before unceremoniously throwing you into the open drawer and then slamming it shut. The momentum threw you the back and you found yourself tangled in an unseen piece of cloth, struggling in pitch darkness to escape.
For her part, Gina had watched this whole sequence of events unfold with nothing more than mild interest, though she did speak up when her mother turned to face her once more. “How long do you think it will take her to find it? I did want to play some more with Kelsey tomorrow.” From within the drawer you could barely make out her words, but you still shivered at the implications. A reminder of just how much you needed to escape from this household. Something which Mary’s response only made more apparent. “Don’t worry dear, it won’t take long. Tiff will take a shower and gets changed as soon as she gets home, and immediately discover our little intruder.” She chuckled, the otherwise warm sound coming across as deeply ominous to your ears. “It’s going to be a lot of fun if she thinks he’s actually real. Remember what she did to that boy who asked you out to prom? Billy? Brendan?”
You’d managed by now to disentangle yourself from whatever you had landed against but were no closer to escaping the drawer itself. Your futile banging on the exit was unheard by the two as they continued their discussion, voices slowly faded as they exited the room. “It was Brad, and I still don’t think he deserved all that.” “He needed to learn to take no for an answer honey. Besides, we need to protect your chastity for your fated partner.” “Fated partner?” “You’ll figure it out eventually dear.” “Huh?” That was the last you heard before their voices became too distant to hear, not that you were really listening, as the peculiarities of Gina’s love life were far from the front of your mind right now.
While keeping track of time in your dark silent prison was difficult, you didn’t think it was long until there was the sound of a door and nearby footsteps, followed by a shower turning on in the adjacent room. You tried banging again to no avail, and instead focused on planning how you would explain all of this when the drawer finally opened. The last thing you wanted was to be caught in this position without the opportunity to explain, as you knew that a proper introduction to this ‘Tiff’ was going to be your best bet of getting out of this mess. Both Gina and Mary had seemingly made up their minds about you, and Kesley was… preoccupied with other things, so this might be your last best chance.
Despite your attempts to prepare, bare feet against a carpeted floor make little sound, and when your position suddenly lurched forward, and light flooded in, you were caught off guard. The sudden movement knocked you onto your back and fully exposed your tiny, spreadeagled, and decidedly naked, body. Looming above you, similarly naked, was a towering blonde, whose toned curves spoke of her kinship to Mary, while not quite matching the other woman in sheer size. Not that you had long to stare at her body, as you quickly moved your gaze to this new woman’s face, finding her shocked eyes locked onto you, lips turning from puzzled, to concerned, to furious in just a few short seconds. Desperate, you hurried to explain. “Wait wait wait! I swear there’s a good explanation for-!”
“You sick degenerate!” Your attempt to explain was instantly overridden as the irate woman’s voice boomed out and her hand descended on you. Before you could even attempt to get up, her powerful fingers ensnared you and sent you rocketing up towards her face. Any further attempt to speak was lost as her grip tightened and constricted your chest, your squishy body rapidly collapsing in the face of her superior strength. All you could do was look up at her with pleading eyes, but it was clear she would be having none of it. “Ugh! How did you even get this small? Did you shrink yourself down somehow? Just to spy on me? To spy on my family!? How dare you!” She became even more irate by the end, and you could easily tell this was a woman who had felt the need more than once to defend her buxom and unfailingly friendly sister and niece from a great number of persistent past suitors.
For yourself, all you wanted was a chance to explain, and to escape the torment you had endured since you had been kicked out of that window. Unfortunately, Tiffany had a different perspective and different ideas for the shrunken pervert she had just found in her underwear drawer. She had no idea how you had shrunk or how you had gotten there, and she didn’t care either. All she cared about was that you had violated her privacy and, worse, could well have already violated the privacy of her beloved family, and she was going to make you pay for it dearly. She could worry about the how of your existence later. The one thing that could have saved you was a desire not to be a killer, but as she watched the way your flesh gave way beneath her fingers without true harm, even that was lost.
Your trip to the ground was exceptionally quick, helped by the fact that your captor had straight up thrown you at the carpet, rather than just drop you. The next moments though, as your partially splattered body lay there unmoving while a looming foot began to descend on you, seemed as if they stretched into an eternity. You fought to regain your ability to the speak, but the reforming of your mouth and lungs progressed at a snail’s pace, while the decent of Tiffany’s sole was like a meteor. When it landed you’d made essentially zero progress towards either explaining or escaping and as your body was instantly and painfully turned to mush, you knew you weren’t going to be getting another chance anytime soon. A fact that was driven home again and again as the blonde’s feet slammed down on you repeatedly, forcefully marching you towards a new height of suffering.
Peeking through a gap in the door, Mary giggled as she watched her sister really go to town on the unfortunate toy, stomping and even jumping on the little thing as she hurled insults at it. Gina jostled for space to get a look as well, and both wondered how long they could keep this particular game going. While not usually ones for violence, they enjoyed watching the always protective Tiffany having the chance to vent against something that couldn’t really feel pain, especially when she was doing it, at least in part, to protect them. As she watched her sister grinding her feet against the unseen toy, Mary idly wondered if she should reveal their little game or wait for her younger sibling to bring it up herself. On the one hand, she did want that delightful toy back to play with herself, and had promised Gina she could have it back soon as well. On the other, seeing how long they could trick Tiffany into thinking she had captured a real tiny pervert did seem like a pretty funny game.
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April 23, 2025
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