Multi-Purpose Panties?!
Tiny Tutor (Re-Upload)
chapter 12
by
Bobob1
Mia soon arrived at her destination, the spare room she had converted into a makeshift yoga studio the previous day. As she began her warmup stretches in preparation for her morning yoga routine, you were jostled wildly, your captor's jiggly cheeks chewing you up with each movement of her body. Knowing you were in for more torture if you didn't somehow make your escape, you tried desperately once again to get Mia's attention. You couldn't believe she had already forgotten you in just a single day!
"Mia!! Down here!!" you tried to yell, but with only your tongue functional, you could do little more than vibrate. To make matters worse, unless you were mistaken, the vibrations you produced were even weaker than they were last night. Was Mia's ass doing such a number on you that your body was just giving up on reforming altogether?? You had to hold out hope that this wasn't the case, as Mia was the only one who knew where you really were right now. Or at least, she would be if it hadn't slipped her mind.
"Mmh, I'm getting kind of itchy down there..." Mia said aloud, to no one in particular. "I wonder if I can just..." Just as you were about to shout again, trying to get her to remove her thong and look for you, an enormous gust of air fluttered out from between her cheeks, flapping your body around as it went. Forced to take the full brunt of the blast with your outstretched tongue, you coughed and gagged, unable to keep up your buzzing.
"It worked! I can be so clever sometimes." Mia giggled to herself, before launching into her first pose of the day. You, meanwhile, were just about ready to give up on the buzzing idea. It seemed every time you vibrated, it only prompted Mia to mash your tongue up against her hole, or simply fart on you until you stopped. You were getting quite tired of both results.
Mia took you through pose after pose, at times sticking you straight up into the air (the gravity of which wedged you deeper into her crack), and other times bearing down on you with her entire body weight. You were getting so mangled, you knew at this point that you'd never be free of this terrible thong unless you had outside help. You could only hope your family would be able to put the pieces together before something worse happened...
After an entire hour of sweaty, not to mention gassy, stretching, Mia finally laid back against the wall, satisfied with her workout. Leaning over and reaching into the gym bag she had brought with her from home, she rummaged around for a sweat rag, but couldn't seem to find any of the three she had packed. What she didn't realize is that Charlotte, in her previous gambit to trick her mother into using you as a sweat towel, had taken the towels out of her bag and hidden them somewhere else, in order to make sure you got thoroughly used.
"Ah, rats. What happened to all my towels? I almost always remember to bring them with me!" Mia knew she was already planning on taking a shower right after this, but what was she going to do for her evening yoga? Or the next day? She certainly couldn't be expected to take a shower every time, she had more important things to be doing! Placing her hands on her hips as she got up to a kneeling position, she had a sudden realization. "Weird, my rear is a lot drier than it usually is... Oh wait, that's right! It's these new panties I've been wearing, they soaked up all the sweat for me! These things are great! ...Where did I get them again?"
Just then, as if answering her question, Charlotte walked by the doorway, on her way to breakfast. Seeing her mother, she stopped and poked her head back into the room. "Oh, Mom, Aunt Shannon made breakfast for us, you should get ready to eat. It's pancakes, I think."
"Ooh, pancakes! Be right there, honey." Wanting to waste no time, Mia decided that her shower could wait until after breakfast. She had already waited this long, right? She didn't want to be too smelly in front of her relatives, though, so she reached over for her sweat towel, and... "Oh, right. Still no towel."
Suddenly, something clicked in her brain, bringing memories of the previous day rushing back. "Wait, Charlotte! That's right! Charlotte gave me her sweat towel, and then I sat on it and squished it into my thong! That's why it's so absorbent!" She flashed a proud smile, satisfied that she'd solved the mystery she'd been wondering about. As she stood up, this realization was quickly followed by another idea. "Well, since this thong is part sweat rag, I wonder...?"
Mia looked around to see if anyone was watching, then walked over and closed the door to give herself some privacy. She then removed her yoga pants and her panties, and brought the underwear up to her face. You cowered in fear as you saw her enormous features up close for the second time that day. This couldn't mean anything good. Once again she looked all along your body, though you were so tightly pressed into the fibers of the thong that your only distinguishing feature was your tongue. That itself was difficult to make out, as all of the dirt and grime from Mia's disgusting asscrack had stained it a dark color that somewhat blended in against the backdrop of the black thong. You felt a gust of wind along your body, though this one was quite different from the ones Mia usually subjected you to. It seemed she was taking a deep breath inwards.
"Wow, this thing really works! No scent at all! I'll have to thank Charlotte later." You thought this might be the end of your misery for now, but what Mia did next shocked you deeply. Instead of tossing you to the ground and getting a new change of clothes, she took the thong you were trapped in and began to wipe it across her forehead! You got another full tour of the sweatiest parts of your aunt's body as she proceeded to reuse the thong she had just been wearing, and farted into dozens of times, as a rag to wipe herself off. Just how disgusting was this woman?! Satisfied with her cleaning job, she then stepped back into you, covering you up with her yoga pants once again as you nestled back into place between her cheeks. As soon as you were in position, her anus let out a small toot, Mia herself barely paying any attention to the action. She was already focused on heading down the hall for a delicious pancake breakfast. You prayed silently that the rest of your family could piece together the circumstances of your disappearance, as Mia's memory seemed to have somehow completely skipped over Charlotte telling her you were her sweat towel. You had a bad feeling that if something didn't happen soon, you'd be tasting these pancakes too... after they had already gone through Mia first.
At breakfast, where does the conversation end up going?
"Mia!! Down here!!" you tried to yell, but with only your tongue functional, you could do little more than vibrate. To make matters worse, unless you were mistaken, the vibrations you produced were even weaker than they were last night. Was Mia's ass doing such a number on you that your body was just giving up on reforming altogether?? You had to hold out hope that this wasn't the case, as Mia was the only one who knew where you really were right now. Or at least, she would be if it hadn't slipped her mind.
"Mmh, I'm getting kind of itchy down there..." Mia said aloud, to no one in particular. "I wonder if I can just..." Just as you were about to shout again, trying to get her to remove her thong and look for you, an enormous gust of air fluttered out from between her cheeks, flapping your body around as it went. Forced to take the full brunt of the blast with your outstretched tongue, you coughed and gagged, unable to keep up your buzzing.
"It worked! I can be so clever sometimes." Mia giggled to herself, before launching into her first pose of the day. You, meanwhile, were just about ready to give up on the buzzing idea. It seemed every time you vibrated, it only prompted Mia to mash your tongue up against her hole, or simply fart on you until you stopped. You were getting quite tired of both results.
Mia took you through pose after pose, at times sticking you straight up into the air (the gravity of which wedged you deeper into her crack), and other times bearing down on you with her entire body weight. You were getting so mangled, you knew at this point that you'd never be free of this terrible thong unless you had outside help. You could only hope your family would be able to put the pieces together before something worse happened...
After an entire hour of sweaty, not to mention gassy, stretching, Mia finally laid back against the wall, satisfied with her workout. Leaning over and reaching into the gym bag she had brought with her from home, she rummaged around for a sweat rag, but couldn't seem to find any of the three she had packed. What she didn't realize is that Charlotte, in her previous gambit to trick her mother into using you as a sweat towel, had taken the towels out of her bag and hidden them somewhere else, in order to make sure you got thoroughly used.
"Ah, rats. What happened to all my towels? I almost always remember to bring them with me!" Mia knew she was already planning on taking a shower right after this, but what was she going to do for her evening yoga? Or the next day? She certainly couldn't be expected to take a shower every time, she had more important things to be doing! Placing her hands on her hips as she got up to a kneeling position, she had a sudden realization. "Weird, my rear is a lot drier than it usually is... Oh wait, that's right! It's these new panties I've been wearing, they soaked up all the sweat for me! These things are great! ...Where did I get them again?"
Just then, as if answering her question, Charlotte walked by the doorway, on her way to breakfast. Seeing her mother, she stopped and poked her head back into the room. "Oh, Mom, Aunt Shannon made breakfast for us, you should get ready to eat. It's pancakes, I think."
"Ooh, pancakes! Be right there, honey." Wanting to waste no time, Mia decided that her shower could wait until after breakfast. She had already waited this long, right? She didn't want to be too smelly in front of her relatives, though, so she reached over for her sweat towel, and... "Oh, right. Still no towel."
Suddenly, something clicked in her brain, bringing memories of the previous day rushing back. "Wait, Charlotte! That's right! Charlotte gave me her sweat towel, and then I sat on it and squished it into my thong! That's why it's so absorbent!" She flashed a proud smile, satisfied that she'd solved the mystery she'd been wondering about. As she stood up, this realization was quickly followed by another idea. "Well, since this thong is part sweat rag, I wonder...?"
Mia looked around to see if anyone was watching, then walked over and closed the door to give herself some privacy. She then removed her yoga pants and her panties, and brought the underwear up to her face. You cowered in fear as you saw her enormous features up close for the second time that day. This couldn't mean anything good. Once again she looked all along your body, though you were so tightly pressed into the fibers of the thong that your only distinguishing feature was your tongue. That itself was difficult to make out, as all of the dirt and grime from Mia's disgusting asscrack had stained it a dark color that somewhat blended in against the backdrop of the black thong. You felt a gust of wind along your body, though this one was quite different from the ones Mia usually subjected you to. It seemed she was taking a deep breath inwards.
"Wow, this thing really works! No scent at all! I'll have to thank Charlotte later." You thought this might be the end of your misery for now, but what Mia did next shocked you deeply. Instead of tossing you to the ground and getting a new change of clothes, she took the thong you were trapped in and began to wipe it across her forehead! You got another full tour of the sweatiest parts of your aunt's body as she proceeded to reuse the thong she had just been wearing, and farted into dozens of times, as a rag to wipe herself off. Just how disgusting was this woman?! Satisfied with her cleaning job, she then stepped back into you, covering you up with her yoga pants once again as you nestled back into place between her cheeks. As soon as you were in position, her anus let out a small toot, Mia herself barely paying any attention to the action. She was already focused on heading down the hall for a delicious pancake breakfast. You prayed silently that the rest of your family could piece together the circumstances of your disappearance, as Mia's memory seemed to have somehow completely skipped over Charlotte telling her you were her sweat towel. You had a bad feeling that if something didn't happen soon, you'd be tasting these pancakes too... after they had already gone through Mia first.
At breakfast, where does the conversation end up going?
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April 23, 2025
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