Life as Mia's Favorite Thong, Part 2
Tiny Tutor (Re-Upload)
chapter 14
by
Bobob1
"Aunt Mia, did Sammy tell you the name of the student he left to go tutor? He's not answering his phone..."
Caught off guard by Stacy's out of the blue question, Mia racked her brain for details of your whereabouts.
"That's funny... I'm positive he's off tutoring, but I don't remember the conversation we had before he left at all! Sorry, Stacy."
Stacy held back clear frustration with Mia's unhelpful reply. "Please try to remember anything you can, okay? It's not like him to just take off suddenly like that! I'm worried something might have happened..."
"I'll give it some more thought, dear, but I'm sure Sammy is fine, whoever he's tutoring. Shannon tells me he goes missing all the time, and he always comes back sooner or later, right? This should go the same way!"
"I suppose..." Stacy wandered off into another room, her complexion clouded with worry. You wished desperately that she'd search her family members' bodies before she missed the chance, but thanks to Mia's lie, her mind was on completely the wrong track. She wasn't even considering the possibility that you could still be at home. Mia, for her part, quickly shrugged off the concerns Stacy had brought up, getting distracted almost instantly. She felt like she hadn't spoken to Shannon much that day, and spending time with her sister was the whole reason for her visit! Setting off in search of her sibling, she took a brief moment to scratch an itch through her leggings.
You groaned weakly as Mia's fingernails drove you face first deeper into her sweaty asscheeks. It had been five days now since Mia had imprisoned you in her panties and forgotten about you, and the whole experience had certainly not gotten any easier with time. The constant barrage of butt sweat and farts, along with the skid marks she continually left on you, had well and truly worn you down.
You had been in some nasty situations before, but this side of your aunt barely seemed human. Faced with such dire circumstances, it was extremely difficult to focus on anything else. Your only reprieve in the last several days was the occasional few minutes where she would pull you down to use the bathroom, which was hardly any consolation considering what usually followed. Hours upon hours of being sat on and mashed around her ample rear had taken a physical toll, too, and almost nothing now remained of your tongue, the last vestige of your human form.
You felt your world swoop down as Mia lowered herself onto the living room couch for an afternoon chat, but the weight of her ass barely registered. The pressure of her sitting on you had practically become second nature. After all, that's what you do with underwear, and that's all you really were to your aunt now...
---
Eventually, the day of reckoning had arrived. Mia stood in your room, naked from the waist down except for you as she gathered her loose piles of belongings and stuffed them back into her suitcase. You felt a foreboding sense of finality from the glimpses of your bedroom that you caught from between Mia's cheeks, as though you were saying goodbye to the place you had called home all your life. You knew Stacy would check everybody before they left, though, so surely she'd find you and everything would be okay, right? You tried to wiggle and shake, to see if you could give Stacy a better chance of spotting you when she looked, but by this point you couldn't manage any motion at all. Your fate would have to come down to her attentive eye, and nothing more.
---
Finding nothing amiss with Chloe, Stacy straightened back up. "Okay, you can put your shoes back on, now. Sorry, you know I have to do this just in case."
Chloe remained silent, but her uncomfortable expression displayed quite clearly how she felt about the Sammy Search. Why did her cousin have to be so weird about this stuff?
Hearing this, you knew that meant it was Mia's turn to be frisked. You waited in deep trepidation as Stacy slowly worked her way around Mia's upper body, not finding anything out of the ordinary on or in her clothing. She then came to you, first stretching out the waistband in the front, then moving to the back. You looked right into her eyes, her face mere inches from yours, and focused every last bit of your mental power towards sending her a signal. She looked you up and down, and then... the waistband snapped you back between Mia's cheeks as Stacy moved on to check her legs and feet.
"I knew it was unlikely, but part of me was really hoping he'd be stuck to one of you somewhere. I guess he really is tutoring somebody."
"His contracts are usually just for the week, right? So he should be coming home any day now!" Shannon offered helpfully.
"Oh, right, I haven't looked you over yet, Mom. I'll wait 'til after we send everybody off, though, since you're not going anywhere."
"If you insist, dear. I haven't seen him on me, though."
-----
A loud fart from Mia's rear woke you from your restless slumber. Feeling gravity holding you snugly against her anus, you could tell that she must have her ass up in the air as part of some yoga routine.
"Oh! Excuse me. As you can see, this pose is wonderful for the stomach, as it..."
You heard Mia rambling on to her students about something banal. You had heard every part of her daily class many times by now, so it all kind of blended together. You hated to admit it, but after several months, you had gotten used to most parts of your new life as Mia's thong. Even the reeking scent of her ass and the gas it produced didn't bother you too much now. It at least kept things sort of interesting.
Mia soon brought her class to a close, and you jiggled inside of her ass as she made her way to the public restrooms down the hall. As she took you off and let you fall to her ankles, you took in as much as you could of the outside world while you had the chance. You could still remember pretty clearly what the world looked like outside of bathroom stalls and the inside of Mia's shorts, but you rarely got to experience anything else anymore. You looked up at the towering form of your aunt as she struggled with her latest bowel movement, not able to see much beyond her legs and the tops of her knees. You sighed, remembering fondly a time when she had just been your eccentric aunt who occasionally came to visit. A time when you got to mingle and converse with other people, instead of only catching bits and pieces of others' conversations. But that time had ended long ago, as you would soon be reminded.
"Out of paper again? What do we pay these janitors for?? ...Good thing I'm always wearing my genius invention!"
Mia stood up, then stooped over to grab you in her hands. She pulled you up around her butt as she would normally do, but then stretched out your fabric as wide as it would go, and rubbed you all along her crack. Your tongue, melded seamlessly into the fabric of the thong but still fully functional, lapped away as Mia carefully ensured every inch of her ass was free of shit. You weren't sure if this was better or worse than the days when she didn't try to wipe at all. It all seemed to end up in your mouth anyways.
Having finished the task at hand, Mia once again returned you to your permanent home, shrouding you in darkness as she pulled her workout shorts back up over you.
"Really should get around to patenting this thing. Best idea I ever had!" Giggling to herself, Mia headed off towards the next class she was scheduled to teach, looking forward to another day of doing what she loved.
-----
Stacy and the others had tried desperately to find you after several days since Mia's fateful visit, but there was simply nothing left of you to find. Even Charlotte, who would have loved knowing about your secret torture, was under the impression that you had gone missing tutoring a client and never returned. As time passed, Mia's unfortunate lie became reality to everyone but yourself, and after a year of searching, all your family could do was try to move on, and hope that someday you'd turn up somehow. You still got to hear their voices from time to time whenever Mia would come over to your old house, though it was getting more difficult to remember what their faces looked like. Even Mia's face was a hazy memory, as you only ever caught a fleeting glimpse of it when she'd step in and out of you to take a shower. To the entire world, your identity and your role was truly nothing more than a plain black thong, one that your captor never took off.
-----
You happily soaked up fart after fart as your owner relentlessly unleashed them into you. It wasn't much, but you were glad you could make her life better in this small way. Mopping up her ass sweat, making sure to inhale all her gas so it wouldn't leak out, you took pride in knowing that you were the best pair of panties a woman could ask for. You were a little disappointed that you were no longer unique, after your owner had successfully developed a line of workout underwear with absorbent pads modeled after you, but at least you helped inspire her! And even after she had many other thongs just like you to choose from, she still wore you every day. You were eternally grateful to her for that. You knew someday your fabric would wear out and she'd have to throw you away, but until then you were glad you could serve her ass, as you were always meant to.
It had been a few hours since your last proper meal... You hoped she'd feed you soon.
Caught off guard by Stacy's out of the blue question, Mia racked her brain for details of your whereabouts.
"That's funny... I'm positive he's off tutoring, but I don't remember the conversation we had before he left at all! Sorry, Stacy."
Stacy held back clear frustration with Mia's unhelpful reply. "Please try to remember anything you can, okay? It's not like him to just take off suddenly like that! I'm worried something might have happened..."
"I'll give it some more thought, dear, but I'm sure Sammy is fine, whoever he's tutoring. Shannon tells me he goes missing all the time, and he always comes back sooner or later, right? This should go the same way!"
"I suppose..." Stacy wandered off into another room, her complexion clouded with worry. You wished desperately that she'd search her family members' bodies before she missed the chance, but thanks to Mia's lie, her mind was on completely the wrong track. She wasn't even considering the possibility that you could still be at home. Mia, for her part, quickly shrugged off the concerns Stacy had brought up, getting distracted almost instantly. She felt like she hadn't spoken to Shannon much that day, and spending time with her sister was the whole reason for her visit! Setting off in search of her sibling, she took a brief moment to scratch an itch through her leggings.
You groaned weakly as Mia's fingernails drove you face first deeper into her sweaty asscheeks. It had been five days now since Mia had imprisoned you in her panties and forgotten about you, and the whole experience had certainly not gotten any easier with time. The constant barrage of butt sweat and farts, along with the skid marks she continually left on you, had well and truly worn you down.
You had been in some nasty situations before, but this side of your aunt barely seemed human. Faced with such dire circumstances, it was extremely difficult to focus on anything else. Your only reprieve in the last several days was the occasional few minutes where she would pull you down to use the bathroom, which was hardly any consolation considering what usually followed. Hours upon hours of being sat on and mashed around her ample rear had taken a physical toll, too, and almost nothing now remained of your tongue, the last vestige of your human form.
You felt your world swoop down as Mia lowered herself onto the living room couch for an afternoon chat, but the weight of her ass barely registered. The pressure of her sitting on you had practically become second nature. After all, that's what you do with underwear, and that's all you really were to your aunt now...
---
Eventually, the day of reckoning had arrived. Mia stood in your room, naked from the waist down except for you as she gathered her loose piles of belongings and stuffed them back into her suitcase. You felt a foreboding sense of finality from the glimpses of your bedroom that you caught from between Mia's cheeks, as though you were saying goodbye to the place you had called home all your life. You knew Stacy would check everybody before they left, though, so surely she'd find you and everything would be okay, right? You tried to wiggle and shake, to see if you could give Stacy a better chance of spotting you when she looked, but by this point you couldn't manage any motion at all. Your fate would have to come down to her attentive eye, and nothing more.
---
Finding nothing amiss with Chloe, Stacy straightened back up. "Okay, you can put your shoes back on, now. Sorry, you know I have to do this just in case."
Chloe remained silent, but her uncomfortable expression displayed quite clearly how she felt about the Sammy Search. Why did her cousin have to be so weird about this stuff?
Hearing this, you knew that meant it was Mia's turn to be frisked. You waited in deep trepidation as Stacy slowly worked her way around Mia's upper body, not finding anything out of the ordinary on or in her clothing. She then came to you, first stretching out the waistband in the front, then moving to the back. You looked right into her eyes, her face mere inches from yours, and focused every last bit of your mental power towards sending her a signal. She looked you up and down, and then... the waistband snapped you back between Mia's cheeks as Stacy moved on to check her legs and feet.
"I knew it was unlikely, but part of me was really hoping he'd be stuck to one of you somewhere. I guess he really is tutoring somebody."
"His contracts are usually just for the week, right? So he should be coming home any day now!" Shannon offered helpfully.
"Oh, right, I haven't looked you over yet, Mom. I'll wait 'til after we send everybody off, though, since you're not going anywhere."
"If you insist, dear. I haven't seen him on me, though."
-----
A loud fart from Mia's rear woke you from your restless slumber. Feeling gravity holding you snugly against her anus, you could tell that she must have her ass up in the air as part of some yoga routine.
"Oh! Excuse me. As you can see, this pose is wonderful for the stomach, as it..."
You heard Mia rambling on to her students about something banal. You had heard every part of her daily class many times by now, so it all kind of blended together. You hated to admit it, but after several months, you had gotten used to most parts of your new life as Mia's thong. Even the reeking scent of her ass and the gas it produced didn't bother you too much now. It at least kept things sort of interesting.
Mia soon brought her class to a close, and you jiggled inside of her ass as she made her way to the public restrooms down the hall. As she took you off and let you fall to her ankles, you took in as much as you could of the outside world while you had the chance. You could still remember pretty clearly what the world looked like outside of bathroom stalls and the inside of Mia's shorts, but you rarely got to experience anything else anymore. You looked up at the towering form of your aunt as she struggled with her latest bowel movement, not able to see much beyond her legs and the tops of her knees. You sighed, remembering fondly a time when she had just been your eccentric aunt who occasionally came to visit. A time when you got to mingle and converse with other people, instead of only catching bits and pieces of others' conversations. But that time had ended long ago, as you would soon be reminded.
"Out of paper again? What do we pay these janitors for?? ...Good thing I'm always wearing my genius invention!"
Mia stood up, then stooped over to grab you in her hands. She pulled you up around her butt as she would normally do, but then stretched out your fabric as wide as it would go, and rubbed you all along her crack. Your tongue, melded seamlessly into the fabric of the thong but still fully functional, lapped away as Mia carefully ensured every inch of her ass was free of shit. You weren't sure if this was better or worse than the days when she didn't try to wipe at all. It all seemed to end up in your mouth anyways.
Having finished the task at hand, Mia once again returned you to your permanent home, shrouding you in darkness as she pulled her workout shorts back up over you.
"Really should get around to patenting this thing. Best idea I ever had!" Giggling to herself, Mia headed off towards the next class she was scheduled to teach, looking forward to another day of doing what she loved.
-----
Stacy and the others had tried desperately to find you after several days since Mia's fateful visit, but there was simply nothing left of you to find. Even Charlotte, who would have loved knowing about your secret torture, was under the impression that you had gone missing tutoring a client and never returned. As time passed, Mia's unfortunate lie became reality to everyone but yourself, and after a year of searching, all your family could do was try to move on, and hope that someday you'd turn up somehow. You still got to hear their voices from time to time whenever Mia would come over to your old house, though it was getting more difficult to remember what their faces looked like. Even Mia's face was a hazy memory, as you only ever caught a fleeting glimpse of it when she'd step in and out of you to take a shower. To the entire world, your identity and your role was truly nothing more than a plain black thong, one that your captor never took off.
-----
You happily soaked up fart after fart as your owner relentlessly unleashed them into you. It wasn't much, but you were glad you could make her life better in this small way. Mopping up her ass sweat, making sure to inhale all her gas so it wouldn't leak out, you took pride in knowing that you were the best pair of panties a woman could ask for. You were a little disappointed that you were no longer unique, after your owner had successfully developed a line of workout underwear with absorbent pads modeled after you, but at least you helped inspire her! And even after she had many other thongs just like you to choose from, she still wore you every day. You were eternally grateful to her for that. You knew someday your fabric would wear out and she'd have to throw you away, but until then you were glad you could serve her ass, as you were always meant to.
It had been a few hours since your last proper meal... You hoped she'd feed you soon.
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