Breakfast for Two
Tiny Tutor (Re-Upload)
chapter 13
by
Bobob1
Grabbing a large plateful of homemade pancakes, Mia took a seat at the kitchen table. The rest of the family followed suit, and soon they were happily chatting as they ate their breakfast, unaware that you were stuck stewing in your aunt's filth right beside them. Shannon was the first to strike up the conversation, "So, Mia, what are you up to today?"
"Well, since we're having our little family vacation, I figured I'd just relax today with a little yoga. Nothing serious!"
Charlotte and Chloe met eyes from across the table, both unsurprised that their mother would decide to unwind from her job as a yoga instructor by doing more yoga.
"What about you, Chloe?" Shannon continued asking around the table, curious what her extended family liked to do for fun.
"Today's an event day for FGO, so I think I'm gonna grind that for a while."
"A what?"
"It's a... phone game."
"Oh! That sounds nice, then. Now, Charlotte..."
Each member of the family took turns detailing their plans for the day, with several small side conversations breaking out here and there. For your part, you were at least glad to hear your family having a good time, though it was bittersweet knowing you were missing out on it. Listening intently to Stacy as she talked about where she'd be meeting her friends this afternoon, you were unable to brace yourself before Mia let out a long puff of gas into your face. It hissed slowly as it went, subtle in sound but certainly not in smell. As no one had been talking to her at that moment, she secretively turned her head, looking around the table to see if anyone had noticed, at least among the relatives she was trying to be polite for. She felt no need to be modest around her daughters. They already knew fully well how gross she could be behind closed doors, and she didn't mind that they did.
To her glee, the stink from her butt bomb remained firmly trapped within her yoga pants, and she smiled knowing she had her ingenious thong invention to thank for that. Just another one of its many uses!
The conversation eventually wound down, everyone having already cleaned their plate long ago. Chloe wasted no time in getting up, immediately slinking off to the bedroom she had chosen the previous night, and it wasn't long before the others dispersed to enjoy the many activities they had just discussed. Mia herself headed straight for the shower, finally deciding that she had put it off long enough. Thankfully, even she wasn't crazy enough to shower with her clothes on, and you soon found yourself sliding down and around her massive buttcheeks as she took you and the yoga pants surrounding you off in one smooth motion. She kicked you and the rest of her clothes into the corner of the room, leaving you to contemplate your fate as she stepped into the shower.
Without her big round butt filling up the space around you, it became immediately easier for you to breathe, though the scent from inside of her dirty, musky yoga pants was only slightly better without her ass in them. More importantly, this meant that you finally had a chance to focus on reforming, and so you poured every ounce of willpower you could manage into regaining your human shape. You started with just one hand, though it was a little difficult to tell where your hand even was with how jumbled up your body had gotten. Your brain sent a signal to your fingers, trying to get them to splay out, or wiggle, but you got no response. Must still be too early in the process for that, you figured. Remembering that you could still vibrate, you elected to do that instead, hoping it would eventually force your body back out of the thong you were entangled deeply within. There was no mistaking it this time, though. Your ability to buzz your body was definitely getting weaker as Mia's ass subjected you to more and more pressure.
Running the scenario through in your head, you figured your two best options at this point were Stacy trying to check up on you, or your family realizing you weren't with a client once you'd been missing longer than a week. Neither sounded especially promising. You knew that no matter what happened, you'd need to keep up your strength and hold out against the horrors of Mia's butt until you could be rescued. If things continued at their current pace, within a few days you'd be so obliterated by the sheer dominating force of your oblivious aunt's rear that you would be functionally indistinguishable from a regular thong, except for your body's abnormally high absorbency. If that happened, you were as good as dead. Actually, worse, probably. Not wanting to dwell on that thought, you redoubled your vibrating for as long as you could.
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Mia stepped out of the shower with a slight haste to her motions, sloppily drying off her soaking body with a nearby towel before rushing over to the toilet and plopping her still damp butt firmly onto the seat. "Figures! I never have to go before I get in the shower... Oh well." Sitting across the room from your aunt, you heard all too clearly as she proceeded to violently evacuate her bowels into the toilet below. Definitely not a sound you ever wanted to experience, you thought. After a short time, she got up just as quickly as she had sat down, grabbing her towel off the floor and wrapping it around her torso. She then walked over to you and scooped up your clothes pile, carrying everything back to your bedroom. As you sat cradled in her arms, her sizeable chest smushing up against you, you realized with dismay that she hadn't wiped. From the looks of it, in fact, she never had any intention of doing so.
She soon arrived at your room, gently shutting the door behind her before dumping you and the other clothes all over the floor. She reached into her suitcase, presumably looking for a change of clothes, but instead you saw the cover of a paperback book. "101 Daily Wisdoms for Yoga Lovers"? Still clad only in a towel, she flopped onto your bed, apparently deciding that getting dressed could wait. You were grateful, though, as this meant you had a wider window to loosen the thong's hold on your body. You wiggled with all your might, hoping that something would come of it, while a few feet away Mia chuckled to herself, occasionally exclaiming things like "That's so true! I love it!"
After only about fifteen minutes, however, Mia's stomach grumbled. "Mmh... Thought I got all this out earlier..." Her mind wandered to several poses that were great for relieving indigestion, but as she thought about it, she wasn't quite ready to put down her book just yet. She lowered her eyes back to her reading, half-aware as she ripped a loud fart into her towel. The fart that soon followed the first proved to be a bit wetter than she had anticipated, and she paused what she was doing to check behind her and make sure she hadn't ruined her sister's clean towel. Thankfully, she hadn't gotten anything on it, but you watched her expression cloud as the gears turned in her head. She glanced around the room as she pondered, her eyes slowly coming to a stop right as they met yours. Your heart stopped as she sprung up from the bed and walked to where you had fallen on the carpet. "Silly me! Should have done this in the first place. Duh."
Mia scooted you back up her thighs, your only break thus far coming to an abrupt end. To your intense chagrin, this was an all-new, fresh hell. You could see right away the horrifying aftermath of her neglectful anal hygiene. You spotted several small bits of shit clinging to her pucker as she brought you up to face it, and you could already guess exactly how this was going to pan out.
Exactly as your rotten luck would have it, Mia hopped right back onto your bed after you were securely in place, now sitting back against your headboard with only a scanty thong to cover herself. As she bounced into place, your tongue, flatter than before but still distinct from the rest of you, slingshotted right to her asshole, almost magnetically. You were forced to drag your tongue along the inside of her crack, licking up some of the waste she had left behind. Feeling this, your unassuming aunt twisted her hips, angling herself to get her thong to absorb all of her anal residue as she continued her casual reading. This was quickly followed by another fart, this one much wetter than the two earlier ones. With a loud SPLORT, you felt a fresh layer of shit coat your tongue, which you had no choice but to lick up as well. This proved to be too much for you, and you broke down sobbing in your head even as you continued to swallow the waste that Mia force-fed you.
Once she felt satisfied with her latest bowel movement, and had reached a good stopping point in her book, Mia looked down over her shoulder, snapping open the waistband of her thong to get a look at the inside of it. You shriveled in fear under her gaze, her relaxed, casual expression seeming like the cold stare of an uncaring goddess. If only she had known that she had just used her own nephew as living toilet paper, perhaps things would be different. Though considering how she had been talking to you yesterday, maybe not. One thing was for certain, and that was that you had to get away from this woman as soon as you possibly could. Though as she slid a clean pair of leggings over you and wandered off with you firmly nestled around her hips, you weren't confident you'd ever get the chance.
What happens over the course of the week?
"Well, since we're having our little family vacation, I figured I'd just relax today with a little yoga. Nothing serious!"
Charlotte and Chloe met eyes from across the table, both unsurprised that their mother would decide to unwind from her job as a yoga instructor by doing more yoga.
"What about you, Chloe?" Shannon continued asking around the table, curious what her extended family liked to do for fun.
"Today's an event day for FGO, so I think I'm gonna grind that for a while."
"A what?"
"It's a... phone game."
"Oh! That sounds nice, then. Now, Charlotte..."
Each member of the family took turns detailing their plans for the day, with several small side conversations breaking out here and there. For your part, you were at least glad to hear your family having a good time, though it was bittersweet knowing you were missing out on it. Listening intently to Stacy as she talked about where she'd be meeting her friends this afternoon, you were unable to brace yourself before Mia let out a long puff of gas into your face. It hissed slowly as it went, subtle in sound but certainly not in smell. As no one had been talking to her at that moment, she secretively turned her head, looking around the table to see if anyone had noticed, at least among the relatives she was trying to be polite for. She felt no need to be modest around her daughters. They already knew fully well how gross she could be behind closed doors, and she didn't mind that they did.
To her glee, the stink from her butt bomb remained firmly trapped within her yoga pants, and she smiled knowing she had her ingenious thong invention to thank for that. Just another one of its many uses!
The conversation eventually wound down, everyone having already cleaned their plate long ago. Chloe wasted no time in getting up, immediately slinking off to the bedroom she had chosen the previous night, and it wasn't long before the others dispersed to enjoy the many activities they had just discussed. Mia herself headed straight for the shower, finally deciding that she had put it off long enough. Thankfully, even she wasn't crazy enough to shower with her clothes on, and you soon found yourself sliding down and around her massive buttcheeks as she took you and the yoga pants surrounding you off in one smooth motion. She kicked you and the rest of her clothes into the corner of the room, leaving you to contemplate your fate as she stepped into the shower.
Without her big round butt filling up the space around you, it became immediately easier for you to breathe, though the scent from inside of her dirty, musky yoga pants was only slightly better without her ass in them. More importantly, this meant that you finally had a chance to focus on reforming, and so you poured every ounce of willpower you could manage into regaining your human shape. You started with just one hand, though it was a little difficult to tell where your hand even was with how jumbled up your body had gotten. Your brain sent a signal to your fingers, trying to get them to splay out, or wiggle, but you got no response. Must still be too early in the process for that, you figured. Remembering that you could still vibrate, you elected to do that instead, hoping it would eventually force your body back out of the thong you were entangled deeply within. There was no mistaking it this time, though. Your ability to buzz your body was definitely getting weaker as Mia's ass subjected you to more and more pressure.
Running the scenario through in your head, you figured your two best options at this point were Stacy trying to check up on you, or your family realizing you weren't with a client once you'd been missing longer than a week. Neither sounded especially promising. You knew that no matter what happened, you'd need to keep up your strength and hold out against the horrors of Mia's butt until you could be rescued. If things continued at their current pace, within a few days you'd be so obliterated by the sheer dominating force of your oblivious aunt's rear that you would be functionally indistinguishable from a regular thong, except for your body's abnormally high absorbency. If that happened, you were as good as dead. Actually, worse, probably. Not wanting to dwell on that thought, you redoubled your vibrating for as long as you could.
---
Mia stepped out of the shower with a slight haste to her motions, sloppily drying off her soaking body with a nearby towel before rushing over to the toilet and plopping her still damp butt firmly onto the seat. "Figures! I never have to go before I get in the shower... Oh well." Sitting across the room from your aunt, you heard all too clearly as she proceeded to violently evacuate her bowels into the toilet below. Definitely not a sound you ever wanted to experience, you thought. After a short time, she got up just as quickly as she had sat down, grabbing her towel off the floor and wrapping it around her torso. She then walked over to you and scooped up your clothes pile, carrying everything back to your bedroom. As you sat cradled in her arms, her sizeable chest smushing up against you, you realized with dismay that she hadn't wiped. From the looks of it, in fact, she never had any intention of doing so.
She soon arrived at your room, gently shutting the door behind her before dumping you and the other clothes all over the floor. She reached into her suitcase, presumably looking for a change of clothes, but instead you saw the cover of a paperback book. "101 Daily Wisdoms for Yoga Lovers"? Still clad only in a towel, she flopped onto your bed, apparently deciding that getting dressed could wait. You were grateful, though, as this meant you had a wider window to loosen the thong's hold on your body. You wiggled with all your might, hoping that something would come of it, while a few feet away Mia chuckled to herself, occasionally exclaiming things like "That's so true! I love it!"
After only about fifteen minutes, however, Mia's stomach grumbled. "Mmh... Thought I got all this out earlier..." Her mind wandered to several poses that were great for relieving indigestion, but as she thought about it, she wasn't quite ready to put down her book just yet. She lowered her eyes back to her reading, half-aware as she ripped a loud fart into her towel. The fart that soon followed the first proved to be a bit wetter than she had anticipated, and she paused what she was doing to check behind her and make sure she hadn't ruined her sister's clean towel. Thankfully, she hadn't gotten anything on it, but you watched her expression cloud as the gears turned in her head. She glanced around the room as she pondered, her eyes slowly coming to a stop right as they met yours. Your heart stopped as she sprung up from the bed and walked to where you had fallen on the carpet. "Silly me! Should have done this in the first place. Duh."
Mia scooted you back up her thighs, your only break thus far coming to an abrupt end. To your intense chagrin, this was an all-new, fresh hell. You could see right away the horrifying aftermath of her neglectful anal hygiene. You spotted several small bits of shit clinging to her pucker as she brought you up to face it, and you could already guess exactly how this was going to pan out.
Exactly as your rotten luck would have it, Mia hopped right back onto your bed after you were securely in place, now sitting back against your headboard with only a scanty thong to cover herself. As she bounced into place, your tongue, flatter than before but still distinct from the rest of you, slingshotted right to her asshole, almost magnetically. You were forced to drag your tongue along the inside of her crack, licking up some of the waste she had left behind. Feeling this, your unassuming aunt twisted her hips, angling herself to get her thong to absorb all of her anal residue as she continued her casual reading. This was quickly followed by another fart, this one much wetter than the two earlier ones. With a loud SPLORT, you felt a fresh layer of shit coat your tongue, which you had no choice but to lick up as well. This proved to be too much for you, and you broke down sobbing in your head even as you continued to swallow the waste that Mia force-fed you.
Once she felt satisfied with her latest bowel movement, and had reached a good stopping point in her book, Mia looked down over her shoulder, snapping open the waistband of her thong to get a look at the inside of it. You shriveled in fear under her gaze, her relaxed, casual expression seeming like the cold stare of an uncaring goddess. If only she had known that she had just used her own nephew as living toilet paper, perhaps things would be different. Though considering how she had been talking to you yesterday, maybe not. One thing was for certain, and that was that you had to get away from this woman as soon as you possibly could. Though as she slid a clean pair of leggings over you and wandered off with you firmly nestled around her hips, you weren't confident you'd ever get the chance.
What happens over the course of the week?
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April 23, 2025
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