In Mia's Care
Tiny Tutor (Re-Upload)
chapter 8
by
copier
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Thirty minutes later, a giantess walked into your view and smiled down at you, returning to play with the little Sammy-shaped “toy”. You gazed up in horror at the familiar sight of your beautiful aunt, actually peering down at you with a joyous smile plastered onto her face.
"Ah, that's where I left it!" you heard her mumble, her voice still booming down to you at your diminutive size. Covering her mouth, Mia snickered softly to herself as she continued, "Oh, I mean...GOSH, where did my favorite little nephew get himself off to??" You saw your skyscraper of an aunt tear her loving gaze from you to peer side to side in some mock act of confusion.
Unable to restrain her giggles at her silly pretend display, Mia turned her back on the tiny toy, aiming her prodigious booty over the same couch cushion she knew it was located. "Huh, I guess he's NOT in here, so I can rest my big ol' butt for a little bit..." Mia cutely shook her gigantic rear for emphasis, almost imagining the little doll was actually Sammy she was giving a sultry kind of lap dance to. She blushed at the thought, slowly lowering her booty down, hardly able to contain her excitement. She had never gotten to sit on her favorite little nephew on purpose before...but this was going to be a close second to the real thing.
You fought against the dried spit keeping your mouth shut, but all you managed were imperceptible shouts trapped behind sealed lips. "Mmmph...MMPH!" You grunted nearly silently, doomed to lay motionless as your dark-haired aunt lowered her black spandex clad booty towards you. As she made contact with your immobile body, you felt the couch cushion beneath you flatten out under her weight until it could give no more, sinking you deep into the warm butt flesh instead. Why on Earth was she doing this, even if she did think you were a doll? These thoughts were all for naught however, as soon a much more pressing matter occurred, as Mia began rocking in place, smearing you into her warm and moist crack with some kind of clear impassioned vigor.
A pleased sigh escaped Mia's lips as she felt the tiniest of resistance under her rear. She enjoyed the sensation for a moment, before she greedily wanted to feel it rub against her. Grinding her impressively firm and gigantic ass into the couch, Mia closed her eyes in bliss, a dense red blush beginning to adorn her face as she imagined the little speck beneath her was actually her dear nephew, forced to carry the weight of her wide and gorgeous butt.
The first thing you felt was the horrible pressure, followed by none other than the stale scent of your aunt's sweat. You internally cried as you faced the realization she was still wearing the same exact leggings from yesterday, and she had yet to shower since she'd arrived. Based on the potent and salty atmosphere, you couldn't help but also figure she had probably finished some sort of workout before she had come over. That, or the scenario you did not want to believe, she had simply not washed this pair of spandex in a fair while.
As Mia was enjoying every second of grinding her newfound toy under her lap, subjecting it to the full brunt of her seemingly flawless being, she was suddenly interrupted by none other than your caring sister. "Uhhh, hey Aunt Mia, you haven't happened to see Samuel anywhere have you?"
Mia flexed her powerful glutes atop you absentmindedly, merely turning to answer her sweet niece ground her rough booty against you painfully. Assuming her presupposition about your morning must be true by now, Mia responded to the best of her 'knowledge', "Hmmm, no dear he got up earlier than me!" causing Stacy to merely shrug.
"Alright, well keep an eye out!" Stacy answered as she trotted off, not truly in panic mode as you had only been missing a couple hours and had disappeared for days or even weeks at a time in the past.
Mia reached under her warm ass, fingering around for her little toy before finally laying her hands on it. "I always do!" Mia called after your sister, genuinely believing her ironic belief. You gazed up at warm and fond eyes, your sweet aunt raising you up to continue to admire the intricacies of your "design". Her warm breath spilled out of her mouth over you as she mumbled to herself, "I hope he hasn't gone far...but at least I've got you..."
You shivered despite the hot air from your aunt filling your tiny lungs, something about the way she was speaking was filling you with endless dread. Suddenly you felt a wave of inertia as Mia stood up, still smiling down at you hungrily as she continued, "Well, time for another of my morning runs," Her eyes pierced through you unknowingly as she finished, "If only I had a little buddy to come along with me so I don't get lonely..."
You didn't like the sound of that as Mia carried you with her through the house, you still laying like a dumb, happy little doll in the palm of her hand. As she picked up her shoes and sat outside to put them on, she continued her playful torment. Tossing you roughly into the dank depths of her sneakers, you could only peer up through the shining hole of light to see her distant face as she called down, "Oh no! Little Sammy has gone missing! And to think he was just here too! Darn, oh well!" The next thing you saw was the underside of her socked foot, the black with white toes socks already appearing beaten and worn from many trips through what you were about to suffer through.
As Mia slipped her shoes on, she felt that familiar warm rush of pleasure run through her body as she squished the toy under the ball of her foot. She couldn't identify these feelings, but she just knew it felt so...right. Hopping in place a few times to make sure her laces were tight, Mia didn't give the toy another second to spare as she took off jogging down the hot pavement.
"Ah, that's where I left it!" you heard her mumble, her voice still booming down to you at your diminutive size. Covering her mouth, Mia snickered softly to herself as she continued, "Oh, I mean...GOSH, where did my favorite little nephew get himself off to??" You saw your skyscraper of an aunt tear her loving gaze from you to peer side to side in some mock act of confusion.
Unable to restrain her giggles at her silly pretend display, Mia turned her back on the tiny toy, aiming her prodigious booty over the same couch cushion she knew it was located. "Huh, I guess he's NOT in here, so I can rest my big ol' butt for a little bit..." Mia cutely shook her gigantic rear for emphasis, almost imagining the little doll was actually Sammy she was giving a sultry kind of lap dance to. She blushed at the thought, slowly lowering her booty down, hardly able to contain her excitement. She had never gotten to sit on her favorite little nephew on purpose before...but this was going to be a close second to the real thing.
You fought against the dried spit keeping your mouth shut, but all you managed were imperceptible shouts trapped behind sealed lips. "Mmmph...MMPH!" You grunted nearly silently, doomed to lay motionless as your dark-haired aunt lowered her black spandex clad booty towards you. As she made contact with your immobile body, you felt the couch cushion beneath you flatten out under her weight until it could give no more, sinking you deep into the warm butt flesh instead. Why on Earth was she doing this, even if she did think you were a doll? These thoughts were all for naught however, as soon a much more pressing matter occurred, as Mia began rocking in place, smearing you into her warm and moist crack with some kind of clear impassioned vigor.
A pleased sigh escaped Mia's lips as she felt the tiniest of resistance under her rear. She enjoyed the sensation for a moment, before she greedily wanted to feel it rub against her. Grinding her impressively firm and gigantic ass into the couch, Mia closed her eyes in bliss, a dense red blush beginning to adorn her face as she imagined the little speck beneath her was actually her dear nephew, forced to carry the weight of her wide and gorgeous butt.
The first thing you felt was the horrible pressure, followed by none other than the stale scent of your aunt's sweat. You internally cried as you faced the realization she was still wearing the same exact leggings from yesterday, and she had yet to shower since she'd arrived. Based on the potent and salty atmosphere, you couldn't help but also figure she had probably finished some sort of workout before she had come over. That, or the scenario you did not want to believe, she had simply not washed this pair of spandex in a fair while.
As Mia was enjoying every second of grinding her newfound toy under her lap, subjecting it to the full brunt of her seemingly flawless being, she was suddenly interrupted by none other than your caring sister. "Uhhh, hey Aunt Mia, you haven't happened to see Samuel anywhere have you?"
Mia flexed her powerful glutes atop you absentmindedly, merely turning to answer her sweet niece ground her rough booty against you painfully. Assuming her presupposition about your morning must be true by now, Mia responded to the best of her 'knowledge', "Hmmm, no dear he got up earlier than me!" causing Stacy to merely shrug.
"Alright, well keep an eye out!" Stacy answered as she trotted off, not truly in panic mode as you had only been missing a couple hours and had disappeared for days or even weeks at a time in the past.
Mia reached under her warm ass, fingering around for her little toy before finally laying her hands on it. "I always do!" Mia called after your sister, genuinely believing her ironic belief. You gazed up at warm and fond eyes, your sweet aunt raising you up to continue to admire the intricacies of your "design". Her warm breath spilled out of her mouth over you as she mumbled to herself, "I hope he hasn't gone far...but at least I've got you..."
You shivered despite the hot air from your aunt filling your tiny lungs, something about the way she was speaking was filling you with endless dread. Suddenly you felt a wave of inertia as Mia stood up, still smiling down at you hungrily as she continued, "Well, time for another of my morning runs," Her eyes pierced through you unknowingly as she finished, "If only I had a little buddy to come along with me so I don't get lonely..."
You didn't like the sound of that as Mia carried you with her through the house, you still laying like a dumb, happy little doll in the palm of her hand. As she picked up her shoes and sat outside to put them on, she continued her playful torment. Tossing you roughly into the dank depths of her sneakers, you could only peer up through the shining hole of light to see her distant face as she called down, "Oh no! Little Sammy has gone missing! And to think he was just here too! Darn, oh well!" The next thing you saw was the underside of her socked foot, the black with white toes socks already appearing beaten and worn from many trips through what you were about to suffer through.
As Mia slipped her shoes on, she felt that familiar warm rush of pleasure run through her body as she squished the toy under the ball of her foot. She couldn't identify these feelings, but she just knew it felt so...right. Hopping in place a few times to make sure her laces were tight, Mia didn't give the toy another second to spare as she took off jogging down the hot pavement.
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