Erased From Existence
Tiny Tutor (Re-Upload)
chapter 11
by
Bobob1
Still frowning, Zaya couldn’t possibly think of anything that the strange mark on the back of her friend’s thigh could possibly be except for some stray ink marking. The slightly smeared mark almost looked like the outline of a human being, but there was no way it was a tattoo. If Zaya didn’t know any better, she’d think that the very same vaguely human-shaped splotch on Michelle’s otherwise pristine skin was alive, but that was clearly a silly thought.
Finally, it dawned on Zaya, and her brain completed the horrible misunderstanding (after all, having no idea you even existed, her brain needed to explain your existence somehow). Zaya remembered that Michelle often had to babysit her next-door neighbors. Therefore, it made perfect sense that the little kids she had been hanging out with had doodled a little man on Michelle’s thigh, whether secretly or with her consent.
Now (falsely) enlightened to the reality behind your existence, Zaya noticed how smudged your face and body were, due mostly to her own actions. Realizing that continuing with her massage, and certainly a few more hours of sweat and crushing, would reduce you to nothing, she simply decided to remove you here and now, and hope that Michelle wouldn’t miss her silly little memoir from her neighbors when she woke up.
Licking her index finger in what she figured would be a helpful step, Zaya slammed her finger down onto your body, slapping her now lubricated digit into your miniscule form. Willing with every remaining fiber of your being to reform and scream up to this oblivious titaness, you could do nothing as Zaya began to forcibly rub her finger back and forth across you, dragging your squishy body around.
Moving her finger erratically, Zaya smudged more and more of your body, your squishy features deteriorating to the point of unrecognizability. First, she smeared your arms and legs away, and then the rest of your body followed suit. Soon, only your head remained, and you looked up at the beautiful giantess with pleading eyes, praying for a last second miracle to rescue you from this fate, but none came. With a few last pressures of her finger, Zaya ground your face back and forth, smudging and rubbing your facial features into one solid, tan glob.
Your vision vanished as everything faded into darkness. Removing her finger to check her work, Zaya smiled seeing that the little drawing was all gone. With your tan squishy body smeared so badly, you now appeared as nothing more than a tan blotch on Michelle’s skin. However, since your skin tone was the same shade as Michelle’s, that meant you were practically invisible now! You doubted if anyone could even tell you were still there, even if they looked exceptionally close!
“Huh.” Zaya quietly mused, observing her finger. “…the ink didn’t leave any marks on my finger. Weird.” Shrugging, the athletic girl simply returned her attention to massaging the sleeping Michelle, who responded with another quiet moan as Zaya pressed her palms into her rather jiggly butt cheeks and began working them.
Smeared and smudged into a perfectly camouflaged blob, you could do nothing but silently weep this horrible, cruel twist of fate. Your vision had been ruined, you couldn’t speak, you couldn’t move, and you could barely even hear with your ears so mangled. You knew that your body would not regain its human shape while crushed flat. You would be stuck as this nearly-unnoticeable tan splotch until Michelle either rescued you…or the day you died.
Zaya wrapped up the massage after another fifteen minutes, and then hoisted Michelle into her arms with any hesitation. Michelle was easily bigger than Zaya (in more ways than one), yet the full weight of her best friend barely strained the exercise-crazed girl. Michelle, being an incredibly heavy sleeper, merely sighed happily in her sleep as Zaya carried her up to her room and set her down in her bed on her back.
Michelle’s thigh dropped down onto the bed, once more introducing you to the uncomfortable pain of the constant pressure of being crushed between her flesh and the mattress. Sadly, there wasn’t a thing you could do about it, and with each passing moment, it looked more and more like there would never be anything you could do about it.
As Michelle slept peacefully, Zaya wrote a note about getting together soon for their next exercise session, and then headed home, blissfully unaware of the poor, tiny soul she had sentenced to unimaginable imprisonment. Michelle, too, didn’t have a clue in the world of what had transpired, and you remained firmly squashed beneath her thigh for two more hours as she napped, a buildup of sweat binding you even more to her skin.
***
Michelle finally awoke, yawning and stretching as she crawled out of bed. It didn’t even dawn on her until a few minutes had passed that Zaya had carried her up to her room, and the beautiful redhead smiled at her friend’s consideration. Staying in just her underwear for the moment, Michelle casually walked downstairs to the kitchen, stomach grumbling for a filling lunch.
Entering the kitchen, Michelle spotted Zaya’s note about continuing their exercise sessions. While she read, the tiny little passenger riding on the back of her thigh was met with the grim realization that yet another hours long crushing by Michelle had finally begun to do the unthinkable. Your own flesh was beginning to bond with her own, your bodies becoming one. Her very pores were starting to suck your squishy body in, and the danger of becoming a permanent addition to her thigh was an ever-approaching reality.
Just then, Michelle screamed and dropped the note. “OHGODOHGOD! SAMMY!” She exclaimed hysterically, running into the nearest bathroom in a panic. Her thigh quivered a bit as she ran, your body unwillingly but dutifully quivering along with her flesh as she moved.
Jumping in front of the mirror, Michelle peered at the spot on her thigh where you had been last, and her heart skipped a beat. Her eyes widened in terror as she noticed you were nowhere to be seen. Beginning to hyperventilate, Michelle’s brain kicked into overdrive. Had you reformed and fallen off somewhere? Where? Had Zaya managed to peel you free? What then? Had she thrown you in the trash or kept you for herself? Maybe you had simply ran away back home?
Struggling to breath, Michelle ran her hands through her gorgeous hair and desperately thought of what to do next. Unable to do anything but remain nearly invisible on her flawless skin and act like any other human thigh flesh would, you could do nothing to alert Michelle to your presence. Your fate was entirely in her (very shaky) hands now. Only the girl you had come here to help could help you now.
What happens next?
Finally, it dawned on Zaya, and her brain completed the horrible misunderstanding (after all, having no idea you even existed, her brain needed to explain your existence somehow). Zaya remembered that Michelle often had to babysit her next-door neighbors. Therefore, it made perfect sense that the little kids she had been hanging out with had doodled a little man on Michelle’s thigh, whether secretly or with her consent.
Now (falsely) enlightened to the reality behind your existence, Zaya noticed how smudged your face and body were, due mostly to her own actions. Realizing that continuing with her massage, and certainly a few more hours of sweat and crushing, would reduce you to nothing, she simply decided to remove you here and now, and hope that Michelle wouldn’t miss her silly little memoir from her neighbors when she woke up.
Licking her index finger in what she figured would be a helpful step, Zaya slammed her finger down onto your body, slapping her now lubricated digit into your miniscule form. Willing with every remaining fiber of your being to reform and scream up to this oblivious titaness, you could do nothing as Zaya began to forcibly rub her finger back and forth across you, dragging your squishy body around.
Moving her finger erratically, Zaya smudged more and more of your body, your squishy features deteriorating to the point of unrecognizability. First, she smeared your arms and legs away, and then the rest of your body followed suit. Soon, only your head remained, and you looked up at the beautiful giantess with pleading eyes, praying for a last second miracle to rescue you from this fate, but none came. With a few last pressures of her finger, Zaya ground your face back and forth, smudging and rubbing your facial features into one solid, tan glob.
Your vision vanished as everything faded into darkness. Removing her finger to check her work, Zaya smiled seeing that the little drawing was all gone. With your tan squishy body smeared so badly, you now appeared as nothing more than a tan blotch on Michelle’s skin. However, since your skin tone was the same shade as Michelle’s, that meant you were practically invisible now! You doubted if anyone could even tell you were still there, even if they looked exceptionally close!
“Huh.” Zaya quietly mused, observing her finger. “…the ink didn’t leave any marks on my finger. Weird.” Shrugging, the athletic girl simply returned her attention to massaging the sleeping Michelle, who responded with another quiet moan as Zaya pressed her palms into her rather jiggly butt cheeks and began working them.
Smeared and smudged into a perfectly camouflaged blob, you could do nothing but silently weep this horrible, cruel twist of fate. Your vision had been ruined, you couldn’t speak, you couldn’t move, and you could barely even hear with your ears so mangled. You knew that your body would not regain its human shape while crushed flat. You would be stuck as this nearly-unnoticeable tan splotch until Michelle either rescued you…or the day you died.
Zaya wrapped up the massage after another fifteen minutes, and then hoisted Michelle into her arms with any hesitation. Michelle was easily bigger than Zaya (in more ways than one), yet the full weight of her best friend barely strained the exercise-crazed girl. Michelle, being an incredibly heavy sleeper, merely sighed happily in her sleep as Zaya carried her up to her room and set her down in her bed on her back.
Michelle’s thigh dropped down onto the bed, once more introducing you to the uncomfortable pain of the constant pressure of being crushed between her flesh and the mattress. Sadly, there wasn’t a thing you could do about it, and with each passing moment, it looked more and more like there would never be anything you could do about it.
As Michelle slept peacefully, Zaya wrote a note about getting together soon for their next exercise session, and then headed home, blissfully unaware of the poor, tiny soul she had sentenced to unimaginable imprisonment. Michelle, too, didn’t have a clue in the world of what had transpired, and you remained firmly squashed beneath her thigh for two more hours as she napped, a buildup of sweat binding you even more to her skin.
***
Michelle finally awoke, yawning and stretching as she crawled out of bed. It didn’t even dawn on her until a few minutes had passed that Zaya had carried her up to her room, and the beautiful redhead smiled at her friend’s consideration. Staying in just her underwear for the moment, Michelle casually walked downstairs to the kitchen, stomach grumbling for a filling lunch.
Entering the kitchen, Michelle spotted Zaya’s note about continuing their exercise sessions. While she read, the tiny little passenger riding on the back of her thigh was met with the grim realization that yet another hours long crushing by Michelle had finally begun to do the unthinkable. Your own flesh was beginning to bond with her own, your bodies becoming one. Her very pores were starting to suck your squishy body in, and the danger of becoming a permanent addition to her thigh was an ever-approaching reality.
Just then, Michelle screamed and dropped the note. “OHGODOHGOD! SAMMY!” She exclaimed hysterically, running into the nearest bathroom in a panic. Her thigh quivered a bit as she ran, your body unwillingly but dutifully quivering along with her flesh as she moved.
Jumping in front of the mirror, Michelle peered at the spot on her thigh where you had been last, and her heart skipped a beat. Her eyes widened in terror as she noticed you were nowhere to be seen. Beginning to hyperventilate, Michelle’s brain kicked into overdrive. Had you reformed and fallen off somewhere? Where? Had Zaya managed to peel you free? What then? Had she thrown you in the trash or kept you for herself? Maybe you had simply ran away back home?
Struggling to breath, Michelle ran her hands through her gorgeous hair and desperately thought of what to do next. Unable to do anything but remain nearly invisible on her flawless skin and act like any other human thigh flesh would, you could do nothing to alert Michelle to your presence. Your fate was entirely in her (very shaky) hands now. Only the girl you had come here to help could help you now.
What happens next?
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April 23, 2025
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