Playful yet Competitive Practice with a "Toy"
Tiny Tutor (Re-Upload)
chapter 9
by
copier
· original author:
lilmmoni
You lay a crumpled mess in the palm of your Aunt Mia's warm and moist hands, your body coated in a thin layer of grime from just being subjected to being stamped under Shannon's foot and smooshed into the crack of Mia's yoga pants clad ass in their playful fun; the "fact" they'd just stumbled upon a figurine that looked so much like the young Samuel just too hilarious an opportunity to pass up on toying with it.
Of course, you were the real Samuel, you were just unable to cry out for the airheaded duo to stop their reckless teasing due to your body still being particularly stiff, the frozen binds of Mia's saliva from the gross make-out session of the night prior holding up shockingly firmly. Even within Mia's rather lax grip, you couldn't so much as squirm at all to alert her you were a sentient being, and not a plastic look-a-like of her dear nephew.
"Well, that was a nice break but as I was saying," Mia continued her thought from moments prior, "a toy like this, that's so close to the real thing, it's a miracle you were even able to find it mixed in with our towels". Mia bobbed her head towards the messy pile of used sweat rags the two women had found you in, leading Shannon to bend down to retrieve one for herself and toss another to her sister.
Shannon retorted while dunking the towel into her cleavage, a miasma of slick and warm sweat pooling between her breasts after trying to keep up with her yogi expert sister, "Yea, no kidding! Nine times out of ten, Sammy would've been totally stuck to your sweaty yoga butt by now!"
Mia knew she shouldn't, but she couldn't help but snicker at that thought, agreeing in full throttle before suddenly halting herself as she took offense, "Hey! I don't have a sweaty yoga butt!" Tapping her index fingers together, with you still precariously trapped in her palm, Mia then muttered to herself "it's just a normal yoga butt...that happens to sweat...a lot".
Shannon burst into laughter at her sister's lame excuse, causing Mia to retort again, "Stop laughing!" which only prompted more giggles from the younger blonde mother. Mia, in desperation to defend herself somehow, prodded Shannon in the chest and blurted out, "He could've just as likely ended up under your swamp ass! At least under mine he'd enjoy himself!"
Totally missing the latter part of Mia's point after getting caught up in the insult of the first part, Shannon gasped, "Swampy?! Hey, at least I wash my spandex after a workout!"
Shannon had hit a nerve with that, flustering your buxom aunt and painting her face is a deep beet red. Mia squeezed her eyes shut, balling her fists, shouting in embarrassment like a little girl, "If they don't smell they're good for another wear!!"
You, speaking from gruesome experience, would've begged to differ but unfortunately you couldn't, too busy in a whole new circle of hell. After Mia had lightly shoved Shannon, you had flown out of her palm, going into free fall...right into Shannon's cleavage.
Trapped with your arms stuck to your sides, you could do nothing but whimper silently as you slowly sank deeper, until only your head lay exposed between the jiggly mounds that shook and wobbled with every light movement Shannon took.
Your mom and aunt continued to bicker, just like the sisters they were, above you until finally Shannon smugly finished a statement with, "Hmph, at least I always feel Samuel and don't leave him trapped underfoot or in my ass."
Mia erupted into giggles, knowing she could now take the upperhand as she spotted something protruding from her sis's chest, about to be steamrolled by an oncoming dribble of sweat "Heehee, you sure about that, Shan?"
Shannon cocked an eyebrow before following Mia's gaze to her chest, gasping once more in shock as she noticed she'd been caught right in a lie. "Huh? Oh god when did this even get here? Ugh, it really is impossible to feel just like he is."
Instead of retrieving the tiny toy from her chest, Shannon instead opted to confirm her point by feeling you over more carefully, pressing her palms into the sides of her boobs and squeezing them together. You were repeatedly sealed into darkness before the pressure came off and you could see her puzzled face above again, over and over as Shannon mashed her sweaty tits together feeling out your miniscule frame.
Mia merely enjoyed the silly show, taking a swig from her water after a harsh yoga session showing off her stuff, before snapping Shannon out of her trance. "Well, feel anything?"
Shannon moaned in annoyance as she gave up, letting her chest fall back into it's bra hammock as she resigned, "Not really...maybe if I really practiced at it or something." Shannon snorted at her own suggestion, practicing squishing Sammy over and over just so she could stop doing it, the whole idea made no sense.
"Ooo, oooh! Let me try! I bet I can feel him!" Diving her hand into Shannon's cleavage with reckless abandon, Mia dug around before pinching you up and saving you from the dank crevice.
Before you could thank your savior though, she was already carrying you to a stool located to the side of the makeshift workout room, placing you nice and gently in the center before turning her back on you. A daunting shadow crept over you as you looked up only at the shelf that was Mia's booty hanging over you, threatening to fall at any moment.
It hung over you just long enough for you to take notice of the deep black line that adorned her gray leggings, and your meek cry of mercy never reached Mia's ears as she slammed her ass down with gusto, eager to see if she could manage to feel out the speck that was her nephew, or at least the replica of him. Sliding first left and right, then changing tactic to try back and forth, Mia had her tongue stuck out to the side, biting it cutely in determination to feel you.
Placing a particular amount of pressure on her left side, Mia's eyes lit up as she announced "Ah! I think I...darn wait no that's not...Oh wait is that? Damnit that's not him either". You screamed into sopping wet, smelly spandex material as Mia continued to grind and slide all over you, your complete torture nothing more than a goofy game to her. Mia hopped up in place a few times, trying to confirm if she had located you, only to lose your feel entirely as soon as she did so. Each jump expunged more sweat from the over-engorged leggings, eager to get some of the heavy fluid out of itself and unfortunately, pool all around you with each plop of her booty.
"Here get up and let me try, I think my ass is a bit more sensitive or something because I always feel Samuel under there" You had no idea where Shannon was getting that idea from, considering that just a month ago you'd spent an entire week trapped to her left cheek after she had "wanted to carry you in her back pocket" but didn't actually have any! After slipping you into her waistband, the dumb blonde had completely forgotten she'd put you there and you spent a week as an ass tattoo until Stacy was lucky enough to find you while searching Shannon's body!
You were thankful you could at least look out at the world rather than get a face full of Mia booty, as Mia stood up you could actually see despite being shaken around like crazy as Mia's ass wobbled with each step. Shannon peered at the sweat print Mia had left on her chair before noticing you weren't there, moaning in annoyance as she once again noted, "Ugh, it's stuck to your ass again!"
Seeing the gross blotch of sweat the tiny toy was submerged in, Shannon crinkled her nose in disgust before her air-head came up with another brilliant idea. "Here, just stand still, I'll try like this." Having Mia move up against the wall and bend over a bit, you had no idea what was coming as Shannon turned her back to her sis, showcasing her rotund ass before you.
'Oh. God. Please don't...' You couldn't do anything to defend yourself as Shannon collided her jiggly rump right into her sister's, squashing it all around in a similar style of trying to feel you out. It was like four jelloey planetoids came crashing together, each with it's own gravitational pull trying to capture you for itself. You took desperate gasps for breath as you were consumed by the nonstop grinding of ass flesh, each attempt at getting some air burning your lungs as you got nothing more than searing hot fumes of post-workout booty, all filtered through workout spandex straining to contain the round booties that lay beneath.
Each smear was like a crashing wave slamming you back into Mia's thick rear only for Mia to curiously push back, forcing you to get a face full of Shannon's shorts. The barrage of ass was so severe it actually lodged your mouth open, causing you to scream out a cry for help, only for Mia to feel it as nothing more than a light itch, prompting her to cease feeling you out and rub her butt against her sister's a bit harder right where you were.
This nudge from Mia silenced your scream by slamming your face right into Shannon's right cheek, your exposed mouth quickly regretting ever having opened as you got a mouthful of sour fabric that dribbled some of Shannon's hard-earned sweat right down your throat. You chocked back the salty fluid, tears welling in your frozen still eyes as the curvy ladies played 'feel-out-the-Sammy' with their new plasticy toy, each one having a real blast with the new silly game.
"Is that it on the left?" Shannon called back, pressing her ass out a bit harder into her sister's plush rear.
"Ummmm, your left or my left?" Mia giggled back, distracted by a light tickle but really enjoying the makeshift massage Shannon's pillowy butt was giving her.
The two broads went at it for another five minutes, all while you were rolled, squashed, and squeezed between the wet and wild mounds. The whole grind had been almost like another exercise, as the two women parted, each panting in exhaustion and coated in a fresh slather of sweat.
"Huh, still nothing?" Shannon called....
Of course, you were the real Samuel, you were just unable to cry out for the airheaded duo to stop their reckless teasing due to your body still being particularly stiff, the frozen binds of Mia's saliva from the gross make-out session of the night prior holding up shockingly firmly. Even within Mia's rather lax grip, you couldn't so much as squirm at all to alert her you were a sentient being, and not a plastic look-a-like of her dear nephew.
"Well, that was a nice break but as I was saying," Mia continued her thought from moments prior, "a toy like this, that's so close to the real thing, it's a miracle you were even able to find it mixed in with our towels". Mia bobbed her head towards the messy pile of used sweat rags the two women had found you in, leading Shannon to bend down to retrieve one for herself and toss another to her sister.
Shannon retorted while dunking the towel into her cleavage, a miasma of slick and warm sweat pooling between her breasts after trying to keep up with her yogi expert sister, "Yea, no kidding! Nine times out of ten, Sammy would've been totally stuck to your sweaty yoga butt by now!"
Mia knew she shouldn't, but she couldn't help but snicker at that thought, agreeing in full throttle before suddenly halting herself as she took offense, "Hey! I don't have a sweaty yoga butt!" Tapping her index fingers together, with you still precariously trapped in her palm, Mia then muttered to herself "it's just a normal yoga butt...that happens to sweat...a lot".
Shannon burst into laughter at her sister's lame excuse, causing Mia to retort again, "Stop laughing!" which only prompted more giggles from the younger blonde mother. Mia, in desperation to defend herself somehow, prodded Shannon in the chest and blurted out, "He could've just as likely ended up under your swamp ass! At least under mine he'd enjoy himself!"
Totally missing the latter part of Mia's point after getting caught up in the insult of the first part, Shannon gasped, "Swampy?! Hey, at least I wash my spandex after a workout!"
Shannon had hit a nerve with that, flustering your buxom aunt and painting her face is a deep beet red. Mia squeezed her eyes shut, balling her fists, shouting in embarrassment like a little girl, "If they don't smell they're good for another wear!!"
You, speaking from gruesome experience, would've begged to differ but unfortunately you couldn't, too busy in a whole new circle of hell. After Mia had lightly shoved Shannon, you had flown out of her palm, going into free fall...right into Shannon's cleavage.
Trapped with your arms stuck to your sides, you could do nothing but whimper silently as you slowly sank deeper, until only your head lay exposed between the jiggly mounds that shook and wobbled with every light movement Shannon took.
Your mom and aunt continued to bicker, just like the sisters they were, above you until finally Shannon smugly finished a statement with, "Hmph, at least I always feel Samuel and don't leave him trapped underfoot or in my ass."
Mia erupted into giggles, knowing she could now take the upperhand as she spotted something protruding from her sis's chest, about to be steamrolled by an oncoming dribble of sweat "Heehee, you sure about that, Shan?"
Shannon cocked an eyebrow before following Mia's gaze to her chest, gasping once more in shock as she noticed she'd been caught right in a lie. "Huh? Oh god when did this even get here? Ugh, it really is impossible to feel just like he is."
Instead of retrieving the tiny toy from her chest, Shannon instead opted to confirm her point by feeling you over more carefully, pressing her palms into the sides of her boobs and squeezing them together. You were repeatedly sealed into darkness before the pressure came off and you could see her puzzled face above again, over and over as Shannon mashed her sweaty tits together feeling out your miniscule frame.
Mia merely enjoyed the silly show, taking a swig from her water after a harsh yoga session showing off her stuff, before snapping Shannon out of her trance. "Well, feel anything?"
Shannon moaned in annoyance as she gave up, letting her chest fall back into it's bra hammock as she resigned, "Not really...maybe if I really practiced at it or something." Shannon snorted at her own suggestion, practicing squishing Sammy over and over just so she could stop doing it, the whole idea made no sense.
"Ooo, oooh! Let me try! I bet I can feel him!" Diving her hand into Shannon's cleavage with reckless abandon, Mia dug around before pinching you up and saving you from the dank crevice.
Before you could thank your savior though, she was already carrying you to a stool located to the side of the makeshift workout room, placing you nice and gently in the center before turning her back on you. A daunting shadow crept over you as you looked up only at the shelf that was Mia's booty hanging over you, threatening to fall at any moment.
It hung over you just long enough for you to take notice of the deep black line that adorned her gray leggings, and your meek cry of mercy never reached Mia's ears as she slammed her ass down with gusto, eager to see if she could manage to feel out the speck that was her nephew, or at least the replica of him. Sliding first left and right, then changing tactic to try back and forth, Mia had her tongue stuck out to the side, biting it cutely in determination to feel you.
Placing a particular amount of pressure on her left side, Mia's eyes lit up as she announced "Ah! I think I...darn wait no that's not...Oh wait is that? Damnit that's not him either". You screamed into sopping wet, smelly spandex material as Mia continued to grind and slide all over you, your complete torture nothing more than a goofy game to her. Mia hopped up in place a few times, trying to confirm if she had located you, only to lose your feel entirely as soon as she did so. Each jump expunged more sweat from the over-engorged leggings, eager to get some of the heavy fluid out of itself and unfortunately, pool all around you with each plop of her booty.
"Here get up and let me try, I think my ass is a bit more sensitive or something because I always feel Samuel under there" You had no idea where Shannon was getting that idea from, considering that just a month ago you'd spent an entire week trapped to her left cheek after she had "wanted to carry you in her back pocket" but didn't actually have any! After slipping you into her waistband, the dumb blonde had completely forgotten she'd put you there and you spent a week as an ass tattoo until Stacy was lucky enough to find you while searching Shannon's body!
You were thankful you could at least look out at the world rather than get a face full of Mia booty, as Mia stood up you could actually see despite being shaken around like crazy as Mia's ass wobbled with each step. Shannon peered at the sweat print Mia had left on her chair before noticing you weren't there, moaning in annoyance as she once again noted, "Ugh, it's stuck to your ass again!"
Seeing the gross blotch of sweat the tiny toy was submerged in, Shannon crinkled her nose in disgust before her air-head came up with another brilliant idea. "Here, just stand still, I'll try like this." Having Mia move up against the wall and bend over a bit, you had no idea what was coming as Shannon turned her back to her sis, showcasing her rotund ass before you.
'Oh. God. Please don't...' You couldn't do anything to defend yourself as Shannon collided her jiggly rump right into her sister's, squashing it all around in a similar style of trying to feel you out. It was like four jelloey planetoids came crashing together, each with it's own gravitational pull trying to capture you for itself. You took desperate gasps for breath as you were consumed by the nonstop grinding of ass flesh, each attempt at getting some air burning your lungs as you got nothing more than searing hot fumes of post-workout booty, all filtered through workout spandex straining to contain the round booties that lay beneath.
Each smear was like a crashing wave slamming you back into Mia's thick rear only for Mia to curiously push back, forcing you to get a face full of Shannon's shorts. The barrage of ass was so severe it actually lodged your mouth open, causing you to scream out a cry for help, only for Mia to feel it as nothing more than a light itch, prompting her to cease feeling you out and rub her butt against her sister's a bit harder right where you were.
This nudge from Mia silenced your scream by slamming your face right into Shannon's right cheek, your exposed mouth quickly regretting ever having opened as you got a mouthful of sour fabric that dribbled some of Shannon's hard-earned sweat right down your throat. You chocked back the salty fluid, tears welling in your frozen still eyes as the curvy ladies played 'feel-out-the-Sammy' with their new plasticy toy, each one having a real blast with the new silly game.
"Is that it on the left?" Shannon called back, pressing her ass out a bit harder into her sister's plush rear.
"Ummmm, your left or my left?" Mia giggled back, distracted by a light tickle but really enjoying the makeshift massage Shannon's pillowy butt was giving her.
The two broads went at it for another five minutes, all while you were rolled, squashed, and squeezed between the wet and wild mounds. The whole grind had been almost like another exercise, as the two women parted, each panting in exhaustion and coated in a fresh slather of sweat.
"Huh, still nothing?" Shannon called....
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