Stacy's Attempted Safekeeping
Tiny Tutor (Re-Upload)
chapter 6
by
Bobob1
“I’ll wear you for safekeeping until I get more solvent.” Stacy looked down at you earnestly, tears welling up in her eyes. “I don’t know how this happened Sammy, but I swear on my life that I’ll keep you safe, no matter what. I won’t let you out of my sight.” Stacy clutched your tiny body, rubbing you gently with her thumb. She shuddered at just how much you felt like a simple little trinket, and not her small little brother.
As terrified and frustrated as you were, it warmed your heart to hear your sister’s incredibly kind and selfless words. Sometimes you forgot just how much of a blessing she was in your often cursed, unlucky life. Rarely, she’d be responsible for something bad happening to you, but nine times out of ten Stacy would sacrifice everything to make sure you were safe and happy. She really was the best sister anyone could ask for.
Your giantess sister gently lifted you up, lifting up her hair and hooking the necklace behind her neck. Fighting down an embarrassed blush, she let your orb-shaped body settle down, wincing as your frozen body nestled snugly between her soft, sizable breasts. She hated knowing she was essentially cradling her brother between her boobs, but it was the safest place she could possibly watch over you.
You weren’t feeling any better about the entire situation, as you certainly didn’t like being so close to your sister’s tits. If you had been capable of blushing and fidgeting awkwardly, you certainly would’ve done so. As it was, you could only hang there like you had been molded to do, looking for all the world like an attractive pendant on a flattering necklace.
Stacy spent the next few hours lounging on her bed, scrolling through social media and occasionally holding a very one-sided conversation with you. She also made sure to place an order for more solvent, hoping that it would arrive as soon as possible. For all intents and purposes, it was a fairly relaxing afternoon. You might have even considered it enjoyable, though you wished you could’ve spent the time reformed and resting on your sister’s bed, not trapped in the shape of a necklace ornament and tucked between Stacy’s boobs.
The warmth emanating from your sister’s abundant chest radiated through your body, lulling you to sleep. You tried to fight it, but her skin was simply too soft and enveloping. You eventually drifted off to sleep, the faint sounds of Stacy’s heartbeat forming a calming lullaby. It was fortuitous that you passed out, because Stacy kept you on during her shower later that night, determined to not let you out of her sight for even a second.
When you next awoke it was early in the morning, and your orb-shaped body was squashed underneath your sister’s left breast, her giant nipple pressing down hard onto your painted face. You mentally grimaced, wishing you could wiggle away to somewhere less awkward, but it was useless. You had to suffer for the next two hours, buried beneath your peacefully sleeping sister in a much more intimate position than you would’ve liked.
Stacy finally woke up, oblivious to how her body had fell over you while sleeping, groggily said good morning to you, and then washed up in the bathroom. You shook and jostled back and forth as she slipped into comfortable clothes to wear for the day, wishing you could not be consistently put into such inappropriate situations with your own flesh and blood. Still, it was better than Stacy treating you carelessly, leading to more hellish predicaments.
Stacy cleared her throat and soothingly ran a finger down your body. “I’m hanging out with Vicky today at this ‘Fun Zone’ place, or something like that. She’s been looking forward to it for a while. I’ll keep you safe while we’re there. Try to enjoy yourself!” Stacy softly joked, her flesh quivering slightly as she laughed.
Your sister headed downstairs and turned towards the front door, colliding with Shannon, who was rushing upstairs to use the bathroom. Both giantesses let out surprises cries, their massive chests crashing together briefly. For one short, painful second, you were squished and crushed between heavy mounds of flesh on all sides, but your titanic family members quickly stepped back from each other and got their bearings.
“Sorry mom. Didn’t see you.” Stacy apologized, flustered. Shannon giggled.
“It’s fine sweetie. Have fun with Vicky today!” She gave her daughter a playful head rub and walked past her. Before starting up the steps, she looked back at Stacy and grinned. “And that necklace is beautiful darling. Really accentuates your chest! I might have to steal it from you sometime!” Shannon laughed as she disappeared upstairs.
Blushing furiously, Stacy headed outside to her car and drove to “Fun Zone”, which was thirty minutes away. She didn’t say a word to you the entire time, too shocked by her mother’s compliment and unintentional threat. Stacy was entirely too afraid to mention anything about your predicament to anyone, mentally insisting on protecting and fixing you herself. You could only hope that her decision to keep your necklace prison a secret wouldn’t make things worse in the end.
Pulling into the “Fun Zone” parking lot, Stacy was almost immediately set upon by an affectionate hug from Vicky. Vicky was wearing tight booty shorts and a sleek jacket zipped up to her neck. The two busty girls embrace for far longer than you would’ve liked, their big boobs compressing against your tiny body, enveloping you in an overwhelmingly stimulating embrace.
Vicky pulled back after a minute, and her eyes lit up upon spotting you. “Oh my god Stacy! You bought an exact replica of my necklace!” She laughed, reaching out and rubbing her fingers across your body. “You must’ve really loved my necklace, huh?” She flashed your sister a wry smile.
Stacy turned away to hide her blush. “Uh…yeah. It’s…super comfy…and I…yeah.” She stammered, wishing people would stop drawing attention to her tiny brother dangling between her boobs. Of course, it’s not like anyone except for her and you knew the truth.
“It looks good on you, girl! I like how it snuggles between your boobs!”
“VICKY?!” Stacy cried, self-consciously shielding her cleavage and you from her flirtatious, playful friend. Vicky gave her a wink and a nudge.
“What? It’s cute. Now, come on!” She grabbed your sister’s hand and raced inside with her. Stacy struggled to keep up with her energetic friend, stumbling along until they reached a queue line leading into the laser tag room. An employee stepped forward to take their money for the game.
“I’m sorry girls, no excessive jewelry allowed.” The employee politely informed them. “However, free locked are provided for you.”
“Alright. Thank you.” Stacy nodded, and her and Vicky headed over to the lockers. Unfortunately, only one locker was still available. Stacy frowned, but Vicky simply held up her purse.
Vicky zipped open her purse. “Here, put your stuff in here. Then, we’ll just put my purse in the locker. It should fit.”
Stacy nodded her approval, tentatively removing you from her neck and gently depositing you into her friend’s purse. She gazed at you with an upset facial expression, sad that she was already breaking her promise to never let you leave her sight, but consoled by the knowledge that nothing could happen to you inside of a locked locker…until Vicky threw everything out of order.
“Whoops!” Vicky snickered, smacking her forehead overdramatically. “Nearly forget about MY necklace!” She unzipped the jacket she had been wearing, revealing the exact same necklace Stacy had modeled you after dangling between her breasts. Stacy nearly fainted, and her face paled. Vicky didn’t notice though, as she unclipped her necklace and tossed it into her purse on top of you.
She then zipped up her purse and attempted to squeeze it into the small locker. Stacy could only watch on in horror as Vicky shook and jostled her purse to slip it in, the contents of the purse bouncing and shaking all over the place, flipped around all topsy-turvy. Finally, with a big shove, Vicky fit the purse into the locker, and slammed the door shut.
Facing Stacy with a big smile, she grabbed her hand and dragged your sister off to play laser tag, blissfully failing to notice Stacy’s horrified expression. Deep inside Vicky’s pitch-black purse, you could do nothing to comfort your sister, and could only sit and pray that, despite Vicky’s best unintentional efforts, everything would still work out.
What happens next?
As terrified and frustrated as you were, it warmed your heart to hear your sister’s incredibly kind and selfless words. Sometimes you forgot just how much of a blessing she was in your often cursed, unlucky life. Rarely, she’d be responsible for something bad happening to you, but nine times out of ten Stacy would sacrifice everything to make sure you were safe and happy. She really was the best sister anyone could ask for.
Your giantess sister gently lifted you up, lifting up her hair and hooking the necklace behind her neck. Fighting down an embarrassed blush, she let your orb-shaped body settle down, wincing as your frozen body nestled snugly between her soft, sizable breasts. She hated knowing she was essentially cradling her brother between her boobs, but it was the safest place she could possibly watch over you.
You weren’t feeling any better about the entire situation, as you certainly didn’t like being so close to your sister’s tits. If you had been capable of blushing and fidgeting awkwardly, you certainly would’ve done so. As it was, you could only hang there like you had been molded to do, looking for all the world like an attractive pendant on a flattering necklace.
Stacy spent the next few hours lounging on her bed, scrolling through social media and occasionally holding a very one-sided conversation with you. She also made sure to place an order for more solvent, hoping that it would arrive as soon as possible. For all intents and purposes, it was a fairly relaxing afternoon. You might have even considered it enjoyable, though you wished you could’ve spent the time reformed and resting on your sister’s bed, not trapped in the shape of a necklace ornament and tucked between Stacy’s boobs.
The warmth emanating from your sister’s abundant chest radiated through your body, lulling you to sleep. You tried to fight it, but her skin was simply too soft and enveloping. You eventually drifted off to sleep, the faint sounds of Stacy’s heartbeat forming a calming lullaby. It was fortuitous that you passed out, because Stacy kept you on during her shower later that night, determined to not let you out of her sight for even a second.
When you next awoke it was early in the morning, and your orb-shaped body was squashed underneath your sister’s left breast, her giant nipple pressing down hard onto your painted face. You mentally grimaced, wishing you could wiggle away to somewhere less awkward, but it was useless. You had to suffer for the next two hours, buried beneath your peacefully sleeping sister in a much more intimate position than you would’ve liked.
Stacy finally woke up, oblivious to how her body had fell over you while sleeping, groggily said good morning to you, and then washed up in the bathroom. You shook and jostled back and forth as she slipped into comfortable clothes to wear for the day, wishing you could not be consistently put into such inappropriate situations with your own flesh and blood. Still, it was better than Stacy treating you carelessly, leading to more hellish predicaments.
Stacy cleared her throat and soothingly ran a finger down your body. “I’m hanging out with Vicky today at this ‘Fun Zone’ place, or something like that. She’s been looking forward to it for a while. I’ll keep you safe while we’re there. Try to enjoy yourself!” Stacy softly joked, her flesh quivering slightly as she laughed.
Your sister headed downstairs and turned towards the front door, colliding with Shannon, who was rushing upstairs to use the bathroom. Both giantesses let out surprises cries, their massive chests crashing together briefly. For one short, painful second, you were squished and crushed between heavy mounds of flesh on all sides, but your titanic family members quickly stepped back from each other and got their bearings.
“Sorry mom. Didn’t see you.” Stacy apologized, flustered. Shannon giggled.
“It’s fine sweetie. Have fun with Vicky today!” She gave her daughter a playful head rub and walked past her. Before starting up the steps, she looked back at Stacy and grinned. “And that necklace is beautiful darling. Really accentuates your chest! I might have to steal it from you sometime!” Shannon laughed as she disappeared upstairs.
Blushing furiously, Stacy headed outside to her car and drove to “Fun Zone”, which was thirty minutes away. She didn’t say a word to you the entire time, too shocked by her mother’s compliment and unintentional threat. Stacy was entirely too afraid to mention anything about your predicament to anyone, mentally insisting on protecting and fixing you herself. You could only hope that her decision to keep your necklace prison a secret wouldn’t make things worse in the end.
Pulling into the “Fun Zone” parking lot, Stacy was almost immediately set upon by an affectionate hug from Vicky. Vicky was wearing tight booty shorts and a sleek jacket zipped up to her neck. The two busty girls embrace for far longer than you would’ve liked, their big boobs compressing against your tiny body, enveloping you in an overwhelmingly stimulating embrace.
Vicky pulled back after a minute, and her eyes lit up upon spotting you. “Oh my god Stacy! You bought an exact replica of my necklace!” She laughed, reaching out and rubbing her fingers across your body. “You must’ve really loved my necklace, huh?” She flashed your sister a wry smile.
Stacy turned away to hide her blush. “Uh…yeah. It’s…super comfy…and I…yeah.” She stammered, wishing people would stop drawing attention to her tiny brother dangling between her boobs. Of course, it’s not like anyone except for her and you knew the truth.
“It looks good on you, girl! I like how it snuggles between your boobs!”
“VICKY?!” Stacy cried, self-consciously shielding her cleavage and you from her flirtatious, playful friend. Vicky gave her a wink and a nudge.
“What? It’s cute. Now, come on!” She grabbed your sister’s hand and raced inside with her. Stacy struggled to keep up with her energetic friend, stumbling along until they reached a queue line leading into the laser tag room. An employee stepped forward to take their money for the game.
“I’m sorry girls, no excessive jewelry allowed.” The employee politely informed them. “However, free locked are provided for you.”
“Alright. Thank you.” Stacy nodded, and her and Vicky headed over to the lockers. Unfortunately, only one locker was still available. Stacy frowned, but Vicky simply held up her purse.
Vicky zipped open her purse. “Here, put your stuff in here. Then, we’ll just put my purse in the locker. It should fit.”
Stacy nodded her approval, tentatively removing you from her neck and gently depositing you into her friend’s purse. She gazed at you with an upset facial expression, sad that she was already breaking her promise to never let you leave her sight, but consoled by the knowledge that nothing could happen to you inside of a locked locker…until Vicky threw everything out of order.
“Whoops!” Vicky snickered, smacking her forehead overdramatically. “Nearly forget about MY necklace!” She unzipped the jacket she had been wearing, revealing the exact same necklace Stacy had modeled you after dangling between her breasts. Stacy nearly fainted, and her face paled. Vicky didn’t notice though, as she unclipped her necklace and tossed it into her purse on top of you.
She then zipped up her purse and attempted to squeeze it into the small locker. Stacy could only watch on in horror as Vicky shook and jostled her purse to slip it in, the contents of the purse bouncing and shaking all over the place, flipped around all topsy-turvy. Finally, with a big shove, Vicky fit the purse into the locker, and slammed the door shut.
Facing Stacy with a big smile, she grabbed her hand and dragged your sister off to play laser tag, blissfully failing to notice Stacy’s horrified expression. Deep inside Vicky’s pitch-black purse, you could do nothing to comfort your sister, and could only sit and pray that, despite Vicky’s best unintentional efforts, everything would still work out.
What happens next?
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April 23, 2025
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