Sweat Bath with Aunt Mia
Tiny Tutor (Re-Upload)
chapter 6
by
Bobob1
Unfortunately, any movement you were able to muster was viciously squeezed out of you as your aunt’s grip tightened, scrunching you up into a smaller mass as she brought you to the dripping expanse of her armpit. If you had thought the initial wave of stench had been bad, it was nothing compared to the assault on your senses from such close proximity, the thick miasma bringing tears to your crushed eyes as the first few drops of sweat struck your form. For a moment that seemed to stretch into eternity you were held just before the putrid flesh, almost as if you were being taunted before the final plunge. In reality the delay only lasted a couple of seconds at most, as Mia casually adjusted her hold for the best angle of attack, before unknowingly sending her nephew into her pits.
Blissfully oblivious to the horrors she was inflicting on her tiny relative, the blonde happily started to rub her new rag into her sweaty armpit, really pushing it in deep to make sure she cleaned out all of her accumulated sweat. After just a couple of seconds she could already feel the difference as your squishy body soaked up the moisture like a sponge but she kept going, keen to scrub free every inch of grime from her heated flesh. Ironically, she was in part doing this for you, since Shannon had told her how sensitive you could be to strong body odours, and Mia wanted to make sure to not to make her favourite nephew uncomfortable. You would have thanked her for the thought, if it weren’t for the fact that you were currently being liberally soaked in the aforementioned sweat and grime, the odour of it overwhelming as it imprinted itself deep within your body, clinging tightly to your skin.
While you suffered, Mia turned back to her daughter, paying little heed to the broad smile on the redhead’s face as she continued to scrub away. “Jeez, I really worked up a good lather just from some yoga huh? Though, it was a shame no-one else could join us.” She paused for a moment, and Charlotte briefly feared she was going to recall your presence, yet her fears were put at ease as the blonde continued with a mischievous smile. “Maybe it’s better that Sammy didn’t work out with us though. With his size and luck he’d probably have ended up crushed to one of our sweaty bodies.” Your aunt laughed at her ‘joke’, not knowing how close to the truth she had landed as she briefly pulled you away from her body only to plunge you into her right armpit instead. A fresh wave of sweat and grime assaulted you, mixing with the existing muck and darkening your entire form.
It was all Charlotte could do not to bounce on her heels in excitement as she realised that Mia had indeed completely forgotten your presence, watching with glee as you were ground into the sweaty flesh of her mother’s armpit. “Hah, I know what you mean. It seems like the little guy can’t go more than a few minutes without getting squished.” She grinned wickedly, unable to resist pushing her luck a little. “Especially by you mum. I mean the first thing you did this morning was sit on him.” Your cruel cousin happily reminisced over that memory, such a perfect way to start the day. There had definitely been a temptation then to leave you beneath Mia’s booty, but unfortunately Chloe had seen as well. Still, the result had been the current situation so Charlotte couldn’t exactly complain.
Though she was embarrassed at the memory of what she had done, Mia couldn’t help but laugh a little at her daughter’s comment, a light blush staining her cheeks. “Oh, don’t remind me, I still feel bad about that.” The blonde sighed ruefully as she finally pulled you free from her armpits, though it was accompanied by a small chuckle that belied her contrition. “I swear it’s like my body is just a big sexy magnet for that boy. It seems like every time we visit he finds a way to get under my feet, or my butt, or my breasts… or anywhere really. Even Shannon doesn’t seem to squish him as much as I do, and from what Stacy says Sammy’s life is pretty much a constant cycle of getting squashed by her.” Disoriented, in pain, and just barely able to hear the words booming above, you wanted to cry out in protest at the suggestion that any of this was your fault, but weren’t even given the chance to try before your aunt’s grip readjusted and you were sent plunging towards the open neck of her top.
Her armpits finally feeling sufficiently clean, Mia casually shifting her attention to her chest as she continued to look at her daughter, plunging the unfortunate rag under her top to deal with the pools of sweat that had accumulated across the surface of her breasts. Her mind wandered a little as she reflected on your past interactions. “I mean, do you remember when we came to visit to celebrate his eighteenth birthday? We arrived the day before so we could all go out to breakfast first thing in the morning, but no-one could find Sammy and we spent hours looking for him before going out to enjoy the day by ourselves. I ended up getting hammered and collapsed into bed. Then I went out for a jog first thing in the morning. It was only when I was changing afterwards that Chloe spotted him adhered to the inside of my bra cup. The poor thing had been there the whole time.” Your aunt blushed a little bit harder at the memory, rubbing your body against her breasts with a bit more force than strictly necessary as you traversed their entire expanse, before plunging into the cleavage.
Just barely able to make out the words spoken above as you went spelunking deep between Mia’s breasts, you groaned internally, remembering all too well how you’d spent the first day of your adult life, and most of the next morning, being pounded to mush beneath the blonde’s massive bosom. It was an experience that was all too easy to recall as you soaked up the copious sweat that lay deep within your aunt’s cleavage, sucking up more liquid that you would have thought possible. Charlotte meanwhile seemed to find the recollection hilarious, laughing loud enough for you to hear even buried in flesh, and making you furious at the knowledge that she had deliberately left you to be tortured, and that no doubt her laughter was only boosted by watching your current predicament.
Indeed, your redheaded cousin was having the time of her life as she watched you suffer while happily recalling your previous experiences with her mother, not to mention what she herself had done to you and what she had witnessed befall you at the ‘hands’ of her sister, aunt and cousin. She hadn’t missed the blush on Mia’s cheeks either, and her heart thrilled at the idea that her mother, despite her protests, may not be as opposed to your past misfortunes as she would like the rest of the family to believe. Finally getting her laughter under control, Charlotte bit her lip for a moment as she considered her next words, wondering what she should say to make sure that your suffering continued to bring her joy. Reaching a decision, her lips curled into a wicked smile as she spoke.
Blissfully oblivious to the horrors she was inflicting on her tiny relative, the blonde happily started to rub her new rag into her sweaty armpit, really pushing it in deep to make sure she cleaned out all of her accumulated sweat. After just a couple of seconds she could already feel the difference as your squishy body soaked up the moisture like a sponge but she kept going, keen to scrub free every inch of grime from her heated flesh. Ironically, she was in part doing this for you, since Shannon had told her how sensitive you could be to strong body odours, and Mia wanted to make sure to not to make her favourite nephew uncomfortable. You would have thanked her for the thought, if it weren’t for the fact that you were currently being liberally soaked in the aforementioned sweat and grime, the odour of it overwhelming as it imprinted itself deep within your body, clinging tightly to your skin.
While you suffered, Mia turned back to her daughter, paying little heed to the broad smile on the redhead’s face as she continued to scrub away. “Jeez, I really worked up a good lather just from some yoga huh? Though, it was a shame no-one else could join us.” She paused for a moment, and Charlotte briefly feared she was going to recall your presence, yet her fears were put at ease as the blonde continued with a mischievous smile. “Maybe it’s better that Sammy didn’t work out with us though. With his size and luck he’d probably have ended up crushed to one of our sweaty bodies.” Your aunt laughed at her ‘joke’, not knowing how close to the truth she had landed as she briefly pulled you away from her body only to plunge you into her right armpit instead. A fresh wave of sweat and grime assaulted you, mixing with the existing muck and darkening your entire form.
It was all Charlotte could do not to bounce on her heels in excitement as she realised that Mia had indeed completely forgotten your presence, watching with glee as you were ground into the sweaty flesh of her mother’s armpit. “Hah, I know what you mean. It seems like the little guy can’t go more than a few minutes without getting squished.” She grinned wickedly, unable to resist pushing her luck a little. “Especially by you mum. I mean the first thing you did this morning was sit on him.” Your cruel cousin happily reminisced over that memory, such a perfect way to start the day. There had definitely been a temptation then to leave you beneath Mia’s booty, but unfortunately Chloe had seen as well. Still, the result had been the current situation so Charlotte couldn’t exactly complain.
Though she was embarrassed at the memory of what she had done, Mia couldn’t help but laugh a little at her daughter’s comment, a light blush staining her cheeks. “Oh, don’t remind me, I still feel bad about that.” The blonde sighed ruefully as she finally pulled you free from her armpits, though it was accompanied by a small chuckle that belied her contrition. “I swear it’s like my body is just a big sexy magnet for that boy. It seems like every time we visit he finds a way to get under my feet, or my butt, or my breasts… or anywhere really. Even Shannon doesn’t seem to squish him as much as I do, and from what Stacy says Sammy’s life is pretty much a constant cycle of getting squashed by her.” Disoriented, in pain, and just barely able to hear the words booming above, you wanted to cry out in protest at the suggestion that any of this was your fault, but weren’t even given the chance to try before your aunt’s grip readjusted and you were sent plunging towards the open neck of her top.
Her armpits finally feeling sufficiently clean, Mia casually shifting her attention to her chest as she continued to look at her daughter, plunging the unfortunate rag under her top to deal with the pools of sweat that had accumulated across the surface of her breasts. Her mind wandered a little as she reflected on your past interactions. “I mean, do you remember when we came to visit to celebrate his eighteenth birthday? We arrived the day before so we could all go out to breakfast first thing in the morning, but no-one could find Sammy and we spent hours looking for him before going out to enjoy the day by ourselves. I ended up getting hammered and collapsed into bed. Then I went out for a jog first thing in the morning. It was only when I was changing afterwards that Chloe spotted him adhered to the inside of my bra cup. The poor thing had been there the whole time.” Your aunt blushed a little bit harder at the memory, rubbing your body against her breasts with a bit more force than strictly necessary as you traversed their entire expanse, before plunging into the cleavage.
Just barely able to make out the words spoken above as you went spelunking deep between Mia’s breasts, you groaned internally, remembering all too well how you’d spent the first day of your adult life, and most of the next morning, being pounded to mush beneath the blonde’s massive bosom. It was an experience that was all too easy to recall as you soaked up the copious sweat that lay deep within your aunt’s cleavage, sucking up more liquid that you would have thought possible. Charlotte meanwhile seemed to find the recollection hilarious, laughing loud enough for you to hear even buried in flesh, and making you furious at the knowledge that she had deliberately left you to be tortured, and that no doubt her laughter was only boosted by watching your current predicament.
Indeed, your redheaded cousin was having the time of her life as she watched you suffer while happily recalling your previous experiences with her mother, not to mention what she herself had done to you and what she had witnessed befall you at the ‘hands’ of her sister, aunt and cousin. She hadn’t missed the blush on Mia’s cheeks either, and her heart thrilled at the idea that her mother, despite her protests, may not be as opposed to your past misfortunes as she would like the rest of the family to believe. Finally getting her laughter under control, Charlotte bit her lip for a moment as she considered her next words, wondering what she should say to make sure that your suffering continued to bring her joy. Reaching a decision, her lips curled into a wicked smile as she spoke.
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