Before you could even think about opening your mouth to introduce yourself to your new client, the very ground you stood on quaked violently, and you fell face first onto Elsa’s palm. Panicking, you twisted around in time to see Elsa’s thumb curl back and slam down onto your body, squashing your chest flat in one quick movement that completely halted your attempt at communication.
You glanced up at Elsa, a horrified expression on your face, only to see a terrifying glint in Elsa’s eyes, noting she was looking at you not as a person but more as an…object. You attempted to thrash against her thumb, which still pinned you to her palm, but could barely move before the titanic Swedish girl slid her thumb up and down your squishy body, flattening out your legs, feet, arms, and head in a matter of seconds.
Peeling you from her palm, Elsa dangled you between her thumb and index finger, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. Her lips curled into an “O” shape, and she loosed a cool breath of minty air towards your body, softly giggling as your papery form fluttered between her fingers. Face frozen in a look of surprise, you could only helplessly gaze at the girl who know toyed happily with you, and wonder what went wrong.
In fact, the answer was quite simple, and fairly predictable. You had underestimated just how limited Elsa’s English was, and Stacy’s entire speech to her earlier had gone completely over her head. All she had understood was her name, and the general idea that a one-inch tall little guy was being given to her. Beyond that, she was totally clueless, and so had reached her own conclusion.
By pressing her thumb along your body and squishing you flat, the first thought was that you were some sort of stress toy, or something along those lines. Why a cute girl was going door-to-door and giving out free, tiny man shaped stress toys was beyond her, but seeing how adorable her new little toy looked put any other questions out of her mind for the moment. She simply assumed it was a common American experience she was unfamiliar with.
Elsa began heading back up to her room, noting how the little toy between her fingers was slowly reflating itself, the comical expression on its face returning to a semblance of normality. As for you, you were incredibly ecstatic that Elsa was (rather unintentionally) giving you time to reform, and you were already preparing your hasty speech to get your true identity through to her.
Sadly, right as you popped back to normal, Elsa enclosed her fist around your body, trapping you up to your neck. You were slightly strangled by her smooth fingers, but not completely, so you launched into a crazy rant, screaming up at Elsa that you were her English tutor, and not some strange little toy for her to play with. Of course, in a moment of unbelievable stupidity on your part, you yelled out to her English, and not Swedish.
Elsa gasped at your sudden outburst, pausing on her way upstairs to her room. She hadn’t expected the free sample toy to be capable of speech, but quickly put two and two together (in her mind, at least) that squeezing you had triggered a prerecorded response from inside of you. She was mildly sad her new toy only spoke in English and that she couldn’t comprehend a word, but it hardly mattered when she was having this much fun.
Testing a theory on whether she could silence her toy’s noises by squashing its head, Elsa rather unceremoniously pressed down on your head, crushing your gummy-like face into your neck, your cries dying off pathetically. You were beyond panicking now and had moved into full-on terror at this situation spiraling out of control, especially as you noted the happy grin on Elsa’s face after the pain she had just caused you.
Elsa was an angelic, sweet girl at heart, and would never have done this hurtful things to you if she knew that you were truly a living human being like her, and not a tiny toy for her amusement. But as it was, Elsa didn’t have any reason to consider your feelings or well-being, as you were only a tiny toy to her. As it was, she fully intended to enjoy every bit of your squishy, stress toy nature.
Entering her room, Elsa carelessly tossed you onto her bed, which you limply bounced on twice before coming to a stop. The white-haired giantesses shut her door behind her and grabbed her phone from her desk, walking backwards over to her bed while she checked for any texts from her best friend Stella back in Sweden. The exact position of her little toy had already slipped her mind.
You could only stare straight up, still crumpled from Elsa’s earlier crushing, eyes widening to the size of dinner plates of her massive, perfectly sculpted ass shuffled into view. Her big rear end bounced ever-so-slightly with each small step backwards, the constricting fabric of the sweatpants highlighting her supermodel-quality ass in pristine detail. You were almost aroused, if you didn’t know what was coming next.
Elsa flopped backwards onto her bed with a cute sigh, though you barely heard said sigh as her thick ass crashed onto you immediately, flattening you like a pancake under all of her weight. For a brief second you feared that this was to be your fate, years of suffering beneath your oblivious mom’s hefty derriere conditioning you to think so. However, fate had different plans.
Your body, partially reformed, produced a barely perceptible “squish” noise upon impact, and Elsa actually heard you. Frowning, she stood back up, releasing the pressure from your squashed form, though you still stuck to her sweatpants, stretched against her butt. Using a mirror to gaze at her prodigious ass, Elsa swept a hand to her mouth upon seeing her tiny toy plastered to her backside.
Blushing, the Swedish giantess quickly peeled you free, awkwardly fiddling you around between her fingers as she sat back down. Once more prevented from reforming by the giant girl’s subconscious playing with your squishy form, you could at least breathe happy that a future as a butt tattoo was not your destiny…hopefully.
Elsa looked down at her toy, the blush still red in her cheeks. She was embarrassed about forgetting where her toy was and sitting on it…but also embarrassed about how she felt seeing it squished to her butt. There was something…cute about it. Something that caused a mildly foreign flutter in her chest. She knew it was only a toy, but the idea of playing with her free sample stress toy in an intimate manner was…pleasing.
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