You blindly stumbled closer and closer to Elsa, drawn to her in some kind of infatuated stupor. It wasn’t until you felt your body begin to tilt that you realized you were walking right off the edge of her desk. Crying out in surprise, you threw your arms behind you and managed to stop your momentum. You fell backwards onto the desk, groaning. At least you had snapped out of your lusty trance.
Elsa finished grabbing the pen and pencil she had been looking for and slid back into her seat. She felt her breasts press down against the edge of her desk as she sat down, but didn’t pay the feeling much mind. She sat up straight, pushed a strand of hair out of her eyes, and smiled shyly down at the tiny tutor waiting for her…but he was nowhere to be seen.
This was because you were no longer on Elsa’s desk at all. When she had sat down, her breasts had pressed down against the edge of the table and slid backwards. Your miniscule body had been crushed beneath her absolutely massive boobs, flattening in an instant. The motion of her breasts sliding across the desk had also ground you quite thoroughly against the fabric of her sweater top.
Once Elsa had sat up, you realized that your paper-thin form was stuck tight to the fabric of Elsa’s sweater. You were also crushed underneath her left breast, hidden from plain sight. You cursed yourself for being so stupid earlier, and putting yourself in a position of danger. Instead of helping this nice girl with her English practice, you were stuck underneath her fleshy breasts, helplessly adhered to her sweater.
“Vad? Vart tog du vägen?” Elsa’s sweet voice rang out from above you. Her voice was slightly muffled, as your head was pressed firmly into her sweater covered breast. Elsa looked all over her desk, pushing her books aside and scanning the desk for any sign of you.
When this proved to be unsuccessful, Elsa pushed back her chair and crawled under her desk. Her breasts hung beneath, swaying back and forth as she crawled around on the floor. You could only helplessly jiggle and bounce along with her movements, unable to do a single thing to alert the Swedish giantess to your presence.
Elsa emerged from under her desk, and paced around her room, keeping her eyes firmly trained on the carpet. For about ten minutes she walked around her room, nervously trying to find where her tiny, cute little tutor had disappeared to. It was only after she had thoroughly picked through every inch of her room that she came to the realization that you might be somewhere on her own body.
Blushing, Elsa looked at her breasts, checking the top and sides of her boobs. Unfortunately, she didn’t even think that you might be stuck to the underside of her breasts, and so you went undiscovered. Elsa proceeded to check her stomach, thighs, ass, and even her feet, but obviously to no avail.
While all of this searching was going on, your papery body had begun to slowly peel more and more off of the sweater, and you were seconds away from falling free. However, fate decided to slap you in the face, as Elsa folded her arms under her chest in a mix of frustration and defeat. Her arms pressed firmly against the bottom of her chest, keeping you pinned in place to the underside of her left boob.
“Vad gjorde jag?” Elsa moaned, sitting on the edge of her bed in exhaustion. She had come to the incorrect conclusion that you had run away, for some reason or another. She could hardly fathom why her new tutor would abandon her so suddenly. Of course, you were much closer to her (and much more intimate) than she ever would’ve imagined. At the same time, Elsa had not understood a word your sister had said about your squishy, malleable nature.
At that moment, the door swung open, and Elsa’s house mother Cassandra walked into the room. She spotted Elsa on the verge of tears, and rushed over to her side.
“Elsa? Vad är fel?” Cassandra cried, asking her what was wrong. Elsa opened her mouth to explain, but instead collapsed into a fit of sobs. Cassandra pulled her close for a warm, comforting hug. Unfortunately, the two titanic giantess’ chests smushed together as they embraced. Mounds of flesh crushed against your tiny body with massive pressure, causing you to mentally groan.
Elsa calmed down after about thirty minutes and explained to Cassandra that her new tutor had shown up, but then left without warning. Unfortunately, Elsa left out the rather critical point that you were only one inch tall. Cassandra jumped to the conclusion that you were just some heartless jerk, and consoled Elsa by telling her that they would find a better tutor sometime in the future.
Cassandra left the room, leaving Elsa to herself. The gorgeous Swedish girl flopped backwards onto her bed, pulling out her cell phone. She plugged in her headphones and turned on her favorite music, trying to cheer herself up after her cruel tutor had abandoned her. Her eyes began to flutter closed, and she began to fall asleep.
While she was lying on her back, there was minimal pressure on your body, and you could truly focus on reforming and setting everything straight with Elsa.
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