A Toy for Mia and Shannon
Tiny Tutor (Re-Upload)
chapter 8
by
copier
· original author:
lilmoniu
You stared at the boring white ceiling for over half an hour, only the distant chatter and laughter of your loving family from the other room keeping you any company. You couldn't particularly make out any specific conversation, but you hoped and prayed you'd at least be brought up, any second your sister or maybe even your ditz of a mother would return to rescue you from your frozen still state.
Unfortunately, no heroine ever showed up to your aid, your aunt's sloppy saliva still serving as a perfect seal between you and the outside world, keeping you totally frozen with the awful feeling of being completely immobile and helpless on the family couch. You cursed your clueless aunt for putting you into this mess by putting you up on her pillow the night before, but you bit your tongue as you at least were thankful she found you down in her underwear, this fate of being left alone on the couch far better than tailing behind her in that gigantic torture chamber she called a butt.
Still, as you heard the sounds of breakfast wrapping up as dishes clattered into the sink, you couldn't believe Mia had gone so far as to label you a "Sammy action figure", a title that was so ridiculous that truly only your airhead of an aunt could've come up with it. You prayed that anyone with half a brain would find you next, rather than your irresponsible mother or her sister...
You wished you could take back your prayers, as you felt the ground quake with steps rapidly approaching your location. You gulped as none other than your red-headed cousin poked her head into view over the couch, making your blood run cold as you saw the malicious twinkle in her eye sparkle as she licked her lips in excitement.
"Well, well, well if it isn't the whole family's favorite little toy." Charlotte snatched you up in her warm grip as she continued, her warm breath stained with the scent of sugary syrup from the family breakfast you'd been forced to sit out of, "I've no clue how you got yourself all stuck like this, but it looks like Mom and Chloe are finally coming around to the idea that you're nothing more than a toy to be played with. Well I say it's about time; I could seriously get used to this..."
Charlotte snickered to herself, all with you laying in the sadistic girl's palm, you felt a twinge of panic as you saw her eyes widen in some kind of revelation. "Ooo that reminds me! Mom and Aunt Shannon went into the workout studio after breakfast, I'll bet we can get Aunt Shannon on board with your true role around here once she gets a good look at you."
As Charlotte began carrying you away, you fought with renewed vigor against your saliva prison, anything would be better than being around those two scatterbrains, especially while in your current state! Your tiny form was like a damn magnet to your mother and her sister when you could dodge and run away, the last thing you needed was to be around them while you couldn't move a muscle!
Reaching a hall closet, your mischievous cousin retrieved two fluffy hand towels, only to tuck you daintily inside of the stack. Giggling at her simple plan, Charlotte bounded into the family studio, where she of course saw her mom and aunt bent over already lunged into one of Mia's favorite poses.
"Alright, now you just kick your leg back like this..." Mia spoke, flexing her powerful glutes through the constrains of her practically painted on spandex shorts, prompting Shannon to do her best to follow along despite her klutzy nature.
Shannon was getting a serious butt-cramp from trying to follow such a limber routine, "I'm trying...it's just...harder than it...looks" Your mother retorted in between panted breaths before resigning and collapsing in exhaustion, her tired booty swaying in the air truly defeated for the moment.
"Looks like you two are going to need some towels!" Charlotte sang out innocently, dropping your stack carelessly between the two yoga mats Mia had set up.
Mia retrieved a towel from the top, already eager to wipe down the light sheen of sweat she'd built up from merely going through her morning warm-up. You felt a hand squeeze down on you making you shiver in fear. "Ah, thank you, honey! You're so sweet!"
Shannon wholeheartedly agreed, extending a tired arm to grab one as well. "Yes, thanks Charlotte. Seriously Mia how did you raise such a little angel? I wish Samuel was helpful like this..."
Charlotte had already skipped out of the room, content her plan would progress exactly as she intended with you now in the mix. Mia shot back at her sister, "Oh, come on, Shan! He probably would be if he didn't spend half his time with you under your ass!"
Shannon feigned mock insult, as if Mia hadn't hit the nail on the head, before she too laughed at the blatant truth. Unfurling her towel, Mia went to wipe at her forehead, when a tiny speck fell free, bouncing off her pillowy chest before clinking against the hardwood floor between the two mothers. "Huh, what's this?" You heard your mother's voice boom out as you saw her hand already hovering towards you.
Pinching you inbetween her fingers, your mother brought you towards her intimidating face, her looming eyes piercing down at you in a curious gaze. "Oh, speak of the little devil! Hey, Samuel how'd you end up in here?" Shannon continued to gaze down on you, awaiting her tiny son's typical funny stories on how he ended up in her and Mia's company. Surprisingly though, it never came.
"Uhhh, Samuel? Hellloooooooo?" Shannon called down, even prodding you with her other hand a few times as she awaited some sign of life. "Huh, wait, why are you so stiff, honey?"
Hearing that perked Mia's ears up, causing her to pause wiping down her lightly beading thighs. "Hmm? Stiff? Oh, let me see that!" Shannon freely complied, tossing what she assumed was her son carefree into the awaiting somewhat sweaty palm of her sister. "Hahaha! Somehow this little thing followed me all the way into here! It really is just like the real Sammy!"
Wondering what her sis was on about, Shannon raised an eyebrow in confusion prompting Mia to elaborate. "Oh, well see I found this little action figure amongst my...things this morning! It looks just like little Sammy doesn't it!" Shannon took back the little "toy" giving it one more look over and even a few squeezes as she investigated Mia's claims.
To your dismay, your mother actually responded, "Gosh, you're right! This little toy does look just like my little boy!" causing you to groan internally. One of Chloe's little lewd anime figurines must have gotten lost in her home, how silly! Both women burst into laughter for a moment musing over what a funny little thing you were, neither of their brains seeming to think critically about how on Earth such a toy ended up before them in the first place.
As you lay in your dumb blonde of a mother's palm, you urged her to reconsider her latest revelation, but instead, she merely looked down at you in some kind of playful excitement. Mia was the first to pipe up, letting out, "You know, it really can't be Sammy, since we actually managed to see him rather than sit on him!" Your mother snorted in laughter, unable to contain herself.
"You're right, if this were the real Samuel..." Your mother tilted her palm, causing you to tumble freely through the air before landing on the ground harshly once again, "this would've happened!" You watched helplessly as your towering mother raised a foot over you, able to do nothing as she slammed it down atop your frozen body. You could hear the pair's taunting laughter even beneath the suffocating sour foot flesh of your mom as she rolled her foot back and forth atop you, enjoying the almost massage-esque feeling the little toy was providing. Clearly your mother hadn't had her morning shower before this little workout excursion, you realized as you were forced to drink in the pungent scent of her freshly sweaty soles.
Once your mother removed her foot, Mia couldn't help but join in, peeling you free from the floor before plopping you down right on her own mat. "Nonono, it would've been more like-" you saw Mia's butt hover over you for a moment before she let it fall freely, landing on your with a powerful smack before she began harshly grinding in place. Horrible acting ensued as Mia spoke out, "Hmmmm, I wonder where my little nephew is?" causing another uproar of laughter from the painful duo. As Mia stood up though, she looked down at the mat in sheer confusion as the little Sammy doll was nowhere to be found! "Huh? Oh shoot...where'd it go..."
As Mia peered around, Shannon giggled as she saw the tiny action figure wedged firmly between her sister's toned glutes, being squeezed and thrown about with every confused step Mia took. "Check your rear, sis!" Shannon called out, finally setting the lightbulb off in Mia's head as fingers clumsily probed her crack to retrieve you.
Embarrassed at her typical lack of awareness, Mia simply muttered, "Sheesh, this thing really is like the real Sammy...". Composing herself with you now in the cage of her grip hanging at her side, Mia spoke out, "Well, that was a nice break but as I was demonstrating..."
Practice Makes Perfect
Shannon has the ingenious idea of using this little doll as a means of practicing their ability of feeling when they squish Sammy. They'll just need to try out a few dozen scenarios to get a grip on things...
Yoga Between Two Airheads
Mia sets you back down between the two women, but you inevitably get squashed to one of them. Does the storm of sweat loosen your chains or only make things worse? Hopefully they don't panic after breaking one of Chloe's prized "toys".
Unfortunately, no heroine ever showed up to your aid, your aunt's sloppy saliva still serving as a perfect seal between you and the outside world, keeping you totally frozen with the awful feeling of being completely immobile and helpless on the family couch. You cursed your clueless aunt for putting you into this mess by putting you up on her pillow the night before, but you bit your tongue as you at least were thankful she found you down in her underwear, this fate of being left alone on the couch far better than tailing behind her in that gigantic torture chamber she called a butt.
Still, as you heard the sounds of breakfast wrapping up as dishes clattered into the sink, you couldn't believe Mia had gone so far as to label you a "Sammy action figure", a title that was so ridiculous that truly only your airhead of an aunt could've come up with it. You prayed that anyone with half a brain would find you next, rather than your irresponsible mother or her sister...
You wished you could take back your prayers, as you felt the ground quake with steps rapidly approaching your location. You gulped as none other than your red-headed cousin poked her head into view over the couch, making your blood run cold as you saw the malicious twinkle in her eye sparkle as she licked her lips in excitement.
"Well, well, well if it isn't the whole family's favorite little toy." Charlotte snatched you up in her warm grip as she continued, her warm breath stained with the scent of sugary syrup from the family breakfast you'd been forced to sit out of, "I've no clue how you got yourself all stuck like this, but it looks like Mom and Chloe are finally coming around to the idea that you're nothing more than a toy to be played with. Well I say it's about time; I could seriously get used to this..."
Charlotte snickered to herself, all with you laying in the sadistic girl's palm, you felt a twinge of panic as you saw her eyes widen in some kind of revelation. "Ooo that reminds me! Mom and Aunt Shannon went into the workout studio after breakfast, I'll bet we can get Aunt Shannon on board with your true role around here once she gets a good look at you."
As Charlotte began carrying you away, you fought with renewed vigor against your saliva prison, anything would be better than being around those two scatterbrains, especially while in your current state! Your tiny form was like a damn magnet to your mother and her sister when you could dodge and run away, the last thing you needed was to be around them while you couldn't move a muscle!
Reaching a hall closet, your mischievous cousin retrieved two fluffy hand towels, only to tuck you daintily inside of the stack. Giggling at her simple plan, Charlotte bounded into the family studio, where she of course saw her mom and aunt bent over already lunged into one of Mia's favorite poses.
"Alright, now you just kick your leg back like this..." Mia spoke, flexing her powerful glutes through the constrains of her practically painted on spandex shorts, prompting Shannon to do her best to follow along despite her klutzy nature.
Shannon was getting a serious butt-cramp from trying to follow such a limber routine, "I'm trying...it's just...harder than it...looks" Your mother retorted in between panted breaths before resigning and collapsing in exhaustion, her tired booty swaying in the air truly defeated for the moment.
"Looks like you two are going to need some towels!" Charlotte sang out innocently, dropping your stack carelessly between the two yoga mats Mia had set up.
Mia retrieved a towel from the top, already eager to wipe down the light sheen of sweat she'd built up from merely going through her morning warm-up. You felt a hand squeeze down on you making you shiver in fear. "Ah, thank you, honey! You're so sweet!"
Shannon wholeheartedly agreed, extending a tired arm to grab one as well. "Yes, thanks Charlotte. Seriously Mia how did you raise such a little angel? I wish Samuel was helpful like this..."
Charlotte had already skipped out of the room, content her plan would progress exactly as she intended with you now in the mix. Mia shot back at her sister, "Oh, come on, Shan! He probably would be if he didn't spend half his time with you under your ass!"
Shannon feigned mock insult, as if Mia hadn't hit the nail on the head, before she too laughed at the blatant truth. Unfurling her towel, Mia went to wipe at her forehead, when a tiny speck fell free, bouncing off her pillowy chest before clinking against the hardwood floor between the two mothers. "Huh, what's this?" You heard your mother's voice boom out as you saw her hand already hovering towards you.
Pinching you inbetween her fingers, your mother brought you towards her intimidating face, her looming eyes piercing down at you in a curious gaze. "Oh, speak of the little devil! Hey, Samuel how'd you end up in here?" Shannon continued to gaze down on you, awaiting her tiny son's typical funny stories on how he ended up in her and Mia's company. Surprisingly though, it never came.
"Uhhh, Samuel? Hellloooooooo?" Shannon called down, even prodding you with her other hand a few times as she awaited some sign of life. "Huh, wait, why are you so stiff, honey?"
Hearing that perked Mia's ears up, causing her to pause wiping down her lightly beading thighs. "Hmm? Stiff? Oh, let me see that!" Shannon freely complied, tossing what she assumed was her son carefree into the awaiting somewhat sweaty palm of her sister. "Hahaha! Somehow this little thing followed me all the way into here! It really is just like the real Sammy!"
Wondering what her sis was on about, Shannon raised an eyebrow in confusion prompting Mia to elaborate. "Oh, well see I found this little action figure amongst my...things this morning! It looks just like little Sammy doesn't it!" Shannon took back the little "toy" giving it one more look over and even a few squeezes as she investigated Mia's claims.
To your dismay, your mother actually responded, "Gosh, you're right! This little toy does look just like my little boy!" causing you to groan internally. One of Chloe's little lewd anime figurines must have gotten lost in her home, how silly! Both women burst into laughter for a moment musing over what a funny little thing you were, neither of their brains seeming to think critically about how on Earth such a toy ended up before them in the first place.
As you lay in your dumb blonde of a mother's palm, you urged her to reconsider her latest revelation, but instead, she merely looked down at you in some kind of playful excitement. Mia was the first to pipe up, letting out, "You know, it really can't be Sammy, since we actually managed to see him rather than sit on him!" Your mother snorted in laughter, unable to contain herself.
"You're right, if this were the real Samuel..." Your mother tilted her palm, causing you to tumble freely through the air before landing on the ground harshly once again, "this would've happened!" You watched helplessly as your towering mother raised a foot over you, able to do nothing as she slammed it down atop your frozen body. You could hear the pair's taunting laughter even beneath the suffocating sour foot flesh of your mom as she rolled her foot back and forth atop you, enjoying the almost massage-esque feeling the little toy was providing. Clearly your mother hadn't had her morning shower before this little workout excursion, you realized as you were forced to drink in the pungent scent of her freshly sweaty soles.
Once your mother removed her foot, Mia couldn't help but join in, peeling you free from the floor before plopping you down right on her own mat. "Nonono, it would've been more like-" you saw Mia's butt hover over you for a moment before she let it fall freely, landing on your with a powerful smack before she began harshly grinding in place. Horrible acting ensued as Mia spoke out, "Hmmmm, I wonder where my little nephew is?" causing another uproar of laughter from the painful duo. As Mia stood up though, she looked down at the mat in sheer confusion as the little Sammy doll was nowhere to be found! "Huh? Oh shoot...where'd it go..."
As Mia peered around, Shannon giggled as she saw the tiny action figure wedged firmly between her sister's toned glutes, being squeezed and thrown about with every confused step Mia took. "Check your rear, sis!" Shannon called out, finally setting the lightbulb off in Mia's head as fingers clumsily probed her crack to retrieve you.
Embarrassed at her typical lack of awareness, Mia simply muttered, "Sheesh, this thing really is like the real Sammy...". Composing herself with you now in the cage of her grip hanging at her side, Mia spoke out, "Well, that was a nice break but as I was demonstrating..."
Practice Makes Perfect
Shannon has the ingenious idea of using this little doll as a means of practicing their ability of feeling when they squish Sammy. They'll just need to try out a few dozen scenarios to get a grip on things...
Yoga Between Two Airheads
Mia sets you back down between the two women, but you inevitably get squashed to one of them. Does the storm of sweat loosen your chains or only make things worse? Hopefully they don't panic after breaking one of Chloe's prized "toys".
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April 23, 2025
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