Cushioning the Swedish Booty
Tiny Tutor (Re-Upload)
chapter 6
by
Bobob1
You were so enraptured by Elsa’s appearance that you didn’t even notice your mistake until you were already falling. Your left foot stepped out into open space and a moment later your sense of balance was gone and your body was tumbling through the air. You only just barely had time to register what had happened before you slammed down on an unknown but solid surface. Face-first, you flattened out against the hard plastic, groaning both at the pain and your own foolishness as you struggled to reform, already wondering how you were going to explain this to your new student.
It would probably be best if you just tried to pass it off as clumsiness. While you didn’t want to be seen as an excessively clumsy person, especially not in front of the girl you were already crushing on, it was undoubtedly better than being seen as a little pervert. The last thing you wanted was to be kicked out before the tutoring could even begin. Not only would you not get paid, and possibly loose business if Elsa left a scathing review, but it would mean less time with this incredible beauty. Less time to think of ways to maybe, just maybe, find some way to take your relationship further.
Mind made up, you finally managed to turn your still mildly squished body over and prepare to explain yourself, only belatedly realising that you’d have to figure out where you landed first. You’d half expected to see Elsa staring down at you with an amused expression, but the first thing you saw was the edge of the desk from which you had fallen, followed by a tall wall of dark plastic rising up behind you, blocking most of the light from the nearby window. It was immediately apparent that you had not fallen to the floor, which was good, but that did raise the question of where else you may have landed. Something that was quickly answered as the gigantic Swedish girl came into view.
You’d been hoping to catch Elsa’s eyes, and had been preparing to wave your arms to get her attention, but the instant you saw her you knew that wasn’t going to happen, and at the same moment realised exactly where you were. For those blue eyes that you’d hoped would be your salvation weren’t looking down at all, instead being trained on the textbooks now spread out across the desk above, while your own view was quickly filled by the white-haired woman’s ass as it hovered threateningly above you. There was only one explanation for this picture. You had fallen onto the hard plastic office chair before the desk. The chair that Elsa was about to sit down on.
With your stupor gone and a burst of adrenaline filling your system, you tried to scramble away, yelling out a wordless cry as you stumbled backwards towards the back of the chair. But there was no time for you to escape as the huge rear began to fall, the mountainous backside filling your whole field of vision as it blotted out the light and cast you in its seemingly endless shadow. You’d seen views similar to this often enough to know that you were done for, yet your will to fight against fate had not yet been lost completely and there was some small part of you which still believed that escape was possible. Unfortunately, that part of you was quickly flattened with the rest of your body.
Elsa’s right butt cheek had fallen upon you without pause or remorse, giving you just enough time to raise your hands in a pointless defence before slamming down into the chair. Your tiny body offered no resistance whatsoever to the Swedish girl’s descent, and you quickly found yourself flattened face-first against the tight fabric of her sweat pants, caught between the warm but crushing mass of her booty and the unforgiving surface of the chair beneath. Worse, even if you were unfelt, Elsa still shifted to get as comfortable as possible, and in so doing smeared you painfully across her cheek.
Of course your student did eventually notice your absence. When you had first been crushed you could just hear a few muttered words from above, which had presumably been intended for your ears, only to have those words cut off suddenly as your disappearance came to light. The soft voice of your captor returned soon after, but now sounded notably more distressed, a repeated call for “Herr. handledare” reaching your ears as she fruitlessly searched the desk above.
While the buxom woman searched, you experienced your own distress beneath the unrelenting mass of her rear. While warm, the heat was manageable, and the smell was actually kind of pleasant, but the sheer weight of the fleshy mounds above was crushing both your spirit and your body. Worse, once it became apparent that you weren’t on the desk Elsa started to shift around to look at other locations, her butt sliding and twisting across the chair and smearing you worse than ever. For the moment at least you were managing to maintain your general shape as a human, but you could feel the edges of your body beginning to blur, your distinctiveness being steadily worn down.
Horrifying thoughts crossed your mind as you considered what might happen to you. This wouldn’t be the first time you’d been smeared to an ass this badly, but always in the past it had been with either your mother or sister, and while they, particularly your mother, might lose you for a period, they would always know what to look for when the time came to recover you. But Elsa knew practically nothing about you, so if things continued like this you might find yourself in a situation you would not be able to escape, with a future visit from Stacy perhaps your only possible salvation. Yet that all depended on whether Elsa would be able to find you now, or if you were to remain lost.
It would probably be best if you just tried to pass it off as clumsiness. While you didn’t want to be seen as an excessively clumsy person, especially not in front of the girl you were already crushing on, it was undoubtedly better than being seen as a little pervert. The last thing you wanted was to be kicked out before the tutoring could even begin. Not only would you not get paid, and possibly loose business if Elsa left a scathing review, but it would mean less time with this incredible beauty. Less time to think of ways to maybe, just maybe, find some way to take your relationship further.
Mind made up, you finally managed to turn your still mildly squished body over and prepare to explain yourself, only belatedly realising that you’d have to figure out where you landed first. You’d half expected to see Elsa staring down at you with an amused expression, but the first thing you saw was the edge of the desk from which you had fallen, followed by a tall wall of dark plastic rising up behind you, blocking most of the light from the nearby window. It was immediately apparent that you had not fallen to the floor, which was good, but that did raise the question of where else you may have landed. Something that was quickly answered as the gigantic Swedish girl came into view.
You’d been hoping to catch Elsa’s eyes, and had been preparing to wave your arms to get her attention, but the instant you saw her you knew that wasn’t going to happen, and at the same moment realised exactly where you were. For those blue eyes that you’d hoped would be your salvation weren’t looking down at all, instead being trained on the textbooks now spread out across the desk above, while your own view was quickly filled by the white-haired woman’s ass as it hovered threateningly above you. There was only one explanation for this picture. You had fallen onto the hard plastic office chair before the desk. The chair that Elsa was about to sit down on.
With your stupor gone and a burst of adrenaline filling your system, you tried to scramble away, yelling out a wordless cry as you stumbled backwards towards the back of the chair. But there was no time for you to escape as the huge rear began to fall, the mountainous backside filling your whole field of vision as it blotted out the light and cast you in its seemingly endless shadow. You’d seen views similar to this often enough to know that you were done for, yet your will to fight against fate had not yet been lost completely and there was some small part of you which still believed that escape was possible. Unfortunately, that part of you was quickly flattened with the rest of your body.
Elsa’s right butt cheek had fallen upon you without pause or remorse, giving you just enough time to raise your hands in a pointless defence before slamming down into the chair. Your tiny body offered no resistance whatsoever to the Swedish girl’s descent, and you quickly found yourself flattened face-first against the tight fabric of her sweat pants, caught between the warm but crushing mass of her booty and the unforgiving surface of the chair beneath. Worse, even if you were unfelt, Elsa still shifted to get as comfortable as possible, and in so doing smeared you painfully across her cheek.
Of course your student did eventually notice your absence. When you had first been crushed you could just hear a few muttered words from above, which had presumably been intended for your ears, only to have those words cut off suddenly as your disappearance came to light. The soft voice of your captor returned soon after, but now sounded notably more distressed, a repeated call for “Herr. handledare” reaching your ears as she fruitlessly searched the desk above.
While the buxom woman searched, you experienced your own distress beneath the unrelenting mass of her rear. While warm, the heat was manageable, and the smell was actually kind of pleasant, but the sheer weight of the fleshy mounds above was crushing both your spirit and your body. Worse, once it became apparent that you weren’t on the desk Elsa started to shift around to look at other locations, her butt sliding and twisting across the chair and smearing you worse than ever. For the moment at least you were managing to maintain your general shape as a human, but you could feel the edges of your body beginning to blur, your distinctiveness being steadily worn down.
Horrifying thoughts crossed your mind as you considered what might happen to you. This wouldn’t be the first time you’d been smeared to an ass this badly, but always in the past it had been with either your mother or sister, and while they, particularly your mother, might lose you for a period, they would always know what to look for when the time came to recover you. But Elsa knew practically nothing about you, so if things continued like this you might find yourself in a situation you would not be able to escape, with a future visit from Stacy perhaps your only possible salvation. Yet that all depended on whether Elsa would be able to find you now, or if you were to remain lost.
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April 23, 2025
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