Saved(?) By Stacy
Tiny Tutor (Re-Upload)
chapter 7
by
Bobob1
Lady luck finally smiled on you after one horrible week of intense punishment underneath the oblivious goddess that was Rebecca. Not only had your mother returned for another fun yoga session, but she had brought your sister with her. Stacy, dressed in her own tight workout clothes, bent down to unroll her mat, and while she did so, her eyes locked directly onto your own.
She tilted her head to the side in confusion, before her eyes widened and her jaw dropped open. She had searched tirelessly for you over the past week, and knew without a doubt that her tiny little brother was stuck to that yoga mat. Stacy bit her lip and winced as Rebecca stepped onto you, her massive toes digging into your eyes. As shy as she was, Stacy was powerless to act with so many people around.
Because of the circumstances, you spent another two hour long yoga session buried beneath all of Rebecca’s weight pressing down on your battered, weary body. Her heavy ass, gigantic breasts, thick thighs, and smelly feet totally and unknowingly dominated your miniscule form, while Rebecca merely stretched her curvaceous body, a blissfully unaware smile on her face. She is love with her new yoga mat.
Finally, the yoga session ended, and Rebecca stepped away, a hot and sweaty mess. As the other women packed up their belongings and headed out, Rebecca excused herself to go to the bathroom, as she desperately needed to pee. Sensing her one and only chance to act, Stacy sprung forward and grabbed the mat. You mentally shouted with joy as your sister’s comforting (if not grossly sweaty) hands held you tight.
“Stacy?” Shannon put her hands on her hips. “Are you stealing Rebecca’s yoga mat?”
Stacy showed you to your mother. “This is Sammy! Somehow he got stuck to that woman’s yoga mat!” Your sister spoke frantically, worked up over rescuing you after such a long disappearance.
Your mother peered at you inquisitively for a minute, staring at your smushed, smeared, cartoonishly elongated face. After a moment, she gasped. “Oh my gosh! It is Sammy! How did he end up on Rebecca’s yoga mat?”
You facepalmed at your mother’s truly indescribable forgetfulness, but you were too happy at being rescued to really care all that much. Stacy carried you over to the corner of the gym and sat down on a chair beside the treadmill. She dug into her purse and pulled out a small bottle of makeup remover. Rubbing the makeup remover across your body, she managed to loosen the bonds of the glue on your flesh. Meanwhile, Shannon headed outside to start the car.
She spent the next five minutes fervently scratching and scrapping at your body, trying desperately to peel you away from the yoga mat that you had spent a week crushed to. As she worked, another girl at the gym sauntered over to use the treadmill. The girl gave Stacy a friendly wink, causing Stacy’s heart to flutter, and then climbed onto the treadmill.
As the girl started to run on the treadmill, Stacy found her eyes continuously wandering up from her poor brother to the girl’s large ass, clad in skintight booty shorts and swaying side-to-side as she ran. Soon, Stacy was looking more at the girl and less at you, and didn’t realize that she had almost completely ripped you free.
Distracted, Stacy’s mindlessly scratching fingers pried your body off of the mat and began rolling and squashing you into a little ball. You mentally begged for your sister to look back down and see what she was doing to you, but her full attention was on the cute, curvy girl running on the treadmill beside her. As bad as Stacy felt about staring, she was simply an embarrassed wreck around cute girls.
Just then, the loud sound of the bathroom door slamming shut ripped Stacy’s attention away from the girl’s giant glutes. At the same time, the girl on the treadmill accidentally tossed her phone from her sweaty hands, and it fell a few feet away. Giggling, she stopped the treadmill and hopped off, walking over to pick up her phone.
Stacy let out a quiet squeal as she saw Rebecca leaving the bathroom. Not wanting to be discovered and accused of stealing, Stacy jumped to her feet, shoved the yoga mat into her purse, and scurried off and out of the gym. She didn’t even bother to look at you, or more specifically, where she thought you still were (stuck to the yoga mat).
In actuality, you were misshapen like a tiny little tan orb, and weren’t stuck to anything. When Stacy stood up, you rolled right off the yoga mat, mentally screaming for Stacy to notice, but she didn’t. You could only watch as your savior rushed out of sight, and you were left to plop down onto the floor…
…or at least, you thought you would hit the floor. Instead, you actually landed on the powered-off treadmill right beside where Stacy had been standing. Your eyes widened in horror as you realized the terrible spot you were in, and you desperately attempted to wiggle and squirm to freedom. Your hopes were dashed, as the giantess girl returned to view a second later, carrying her phone.
“Good thing I bought such an expensive case.” The girl laughed to herself, slipping her headphones back on. She stepped back up onto the treadmill, eyes locked firmly on the control board in front of her. Smiling happily, and totally unaware to the ball-shaped boy lying hopelessly down by her feet, the girl took another step and reached towards the power button.
The sole of the girl’s right sneaker hovered above you for what seemed like an eternity, and you braced yourself for an impact that you knew you had no chance of escaping. You cursed your horrible life right as the girl’s foot slammed down, squashing you flat.
What happens next?
She tilted her head to the side in confusion, before her eyes widened and her jaw dropped open. She had searched tirelessly for you over the past week, and knew without a doubt that her tiny little brother was stuck to that yoga mat. Stacy bit her lip and winced as Rebecca stepped onto you, her massive toes digging into your eyes. As shy as she was, Stacy was powerless to act with so many people around.
Because of the circumstances, you spent another two hour long yoga session buried beneath all of Rebecca’s weight pressing down on your battered, weary body. Her heavy ass, gigantic breasts, thick thighs, and smelly feet totally and unknowingly dominated your miniscule form, while Rebecca merely stretched her curvaceous body, a blissfully unaware smile on her face. She is love with her new yoga mat.
Finally, the yoga session ended, and Rebecca stepped away, a hot and sweaty mess. As the other women packed up their belongings and headed out, Rebecca excused herself to go to the bathroom, as she desperately needed to pee. Sensing her one and only chance to act, Stacy sprung forward and grabbed the mat. You mentally shouted with joy as your sister’s comforting (if not grossly sweaty) hands held you tight.
“Stacy?” Shannon put her hands on her hips. “Are you stealing Rebecca’s yoga mat?”
Stacy showed you to your mother. “This is Sammy! Somehow he got stuck to that woman’s yoga mat!” Your sister spoke frantically, worked up over rescuing you after such a long disappearance.
Your mother peered at you inquisitively for a minute, staring at your smushed, smeared, cartoonishly elongated face. After a moment, she gasped. “Oh my gosh! It is Sammy! How did he end up on Rebecca’s yoga mat?”
You facepalmed at your mother’s truly indescribable forgetfulness, but you were too happy at being rescued to really care all that much. Stacy carried you over to the corner of the gym and sat down on a chair beside the treadmill. She dug into her purse and pulled out a small bottle of makeup remover. Rubbing the makeup remover across your body, she managed to loosen the bonds of the glue on your flesh. Meanwhile, Shannon headed outside to start the car.
She spent the next five minutes fervently scratching and scrapping at your body, trying desperately to peel you away from the yoga mat that you had spent a week crushed to. As she worked, another girl at the gym sauntered over to use the treadmill. The girl gave Stacy a friendly wink, causing Stacy’s heart to flutter, and then climbed onto the treadmill.
As the girl started to run on the treadmill, Stacy found her eyes continuously wandering up from her poor brother to the girl’s large ass, clad in skintight booty shorts and swaying side-to-side as she ran. Soon, Stacy was looking more at the girl and less at you, and didn’t realize that she had almost completely ripped you free.
Distracted, Stacy’s mindlessly scratching fingers pried your body off of the mat and began rolling and squashing you into a little ball. You mentally begged for your sister to look back down and see what she was doing to you, but her full attention was on the cute, curvy girl running on the treadmill beside her. As bad as Stacy felt about staring, she was simply an embarrassed wreck around cute girls.
Just then, the loud sound of the bathroom door slamming shut ripped Stacy’s attention away from the girl’s giant glutes. At the same time, the girl on the treadmill accidentally tossed her phone from her sweaty hands, and it fell a few feet away. Giggling, she stopped the treadmill and hopped off, walking over to pick up her phone.
Stacy let out a quiet squeal as she saw Rebecca leaving the bathroom. Not wanting to be discovered and accused of stealing, Stacy jumped to her feet, shoved the yoga mat into her purse, and scurried off and out of the gym. She didn’t even bother to look at you, or more specifically, where she thought you still were (stuck to the yoga mat).
In actuality, you were misshapen like a tiny little tan orb, and weren’t stuck to anything. When Stacy stood up, you rolled right off the yoga mat, mentally screaming for Stacy to notice, but she didn’t. You could only watch as your savior rushed out of sight, and you were left to plop down onto the floor…
…or at least, you thought you would hit the floor. Instead, you actually landed on the powered-off treadmill right beside where Stacy had been standing. Your eyes widened in horror as you realized the terrible spot you were in, and you desperately attempted to wiggle and squirm to freedom. Your hopes were dashed, as the giantess girl returned to view a second later, carrying her phone.
“Good thing I bought such an expensive case.” The girl laughed to herself, slipping her headphones back on. She stepped back up onto the treadmill, eyes locked firmly on the control board in front of her. Smiling happily, and totally unaware to the ball-shaped boy lying hopelessly down by her feet, the girl took another step and reached towards the power button.
The sole of the girl’s right sneaker hovered above you for what seemed like an eternity, and you braced yourself for an impact that you knew you had no chance of escaping. You cursed your horrible life right as the girl’s foot slammed down, squashing you flat.
What happens next?
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April 23, 2025
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