Gone Without a Trace
Tiny Tutor (Re-Upload)
chapter 7
by
Bobob1
Of course, your miscommunications with Elsa had been entirely because of language difficulties, and there was certainly nothing lacking in her intelligence. Once she was unable to locate you on the desk or its traversable surroundings, she immediately began to consider other possibilities for your disappearance. At first this had little impact on you, as she began to sort through the textbooks and other supplies she had dumped on the desk, checking to see if she had somehow accidentally crushed you beneath them. When you remained unfound, she then moved to the possibility of you having fallen, the pressure on your body temporarily increasing as she pushed the chair away from the desk and looked at the carpet beneath, even taking the time to check her socks as well.
Finally, and to your immense, if temporary, relief, the Swedish girl rose from the seat, the intense pressure that had crushed you vanishing in an instant as the colossal booty lifted away. But even as the pain ebbed the darkness that filled your vision remained, and you knew from experience what this meant, the rush of vertigo that accompanied your ascent just confirming your suspicions. Though you were unable to see yourself from this position, you would have been unsurprised to know that your body had been reduced to little more than a smeared logo on the right buttock of Elsa’s pants, vaguely resembling a tiny man plastered face-first against the cheek. To anyone who didn’t know any better, you’d appear nothing more than a strange and whimsical decoration.
To her credit, Elsa did consider the possibility that you fallen onto her chair, and while she didn’t want to think about the possibility of having crushed you in such a way, she dutifully turned to check the seat, your whole world moving rapidly as you were swung around and left to jiggle. You weren’t there of course, and a moment later the pressure on you painfully increased as a hand passed over you, rubbing to check for any sign of your presence but quickly moving away. Had your student known of your squishy nature she may have thought to remove her pants for a visual inspection, but with no knowledge she was just looking for a bump and, failing to find one, she moved on.
From your new position the Swedish girl’s voice was slightly less muffled, but it didn’t do you much good as you were still in no position to respond to her increasingly distressed calls as she dropped to her hands and knees, pulling you tighter against her rear as she scanned the floor, her too-small pants struggling to contain the shifting booty as it undulated beneath you. You tried to struggle and yell into the pants, and may have even attempted to bite her if your jaw had strength enough to work. Unfortunately, all that you were able to produce was a minor irritation, little more than the kind of vibration a bug might produce, and which was easily dismissed out of hand by Elsa.
Among the white-haired woman’s mumblings the words “Jag ger upp” rang through and you tried to scream at the realisation that you were losing your chance to be found. You did manage to produce a slightly greater irritation, but by now Elsa had stopped looking and the force of her standing sent tremors through her rear that easily erased your own movements. You were reminded of those times you’d found yourself ironed to Shannon’s pants, or just directly to her skin, and while this new booty was somewhat smaller, you couldn’t shake the feeling that the peril you faced was greater still. After all, there would be no sudden appearance of Stacy to save you today, or anytime soon at that.
When the force of gravity made itself known again you didn’t even try to resist, just bracing yourself for the inevitable impact with the chair as Elsa collapsed back into her seat, pushing it back a couple of inches with the force of the collision and lifting both of her feet off the ground as she groaned in frustration. You would have liked to groan as well, but you were currently dealing with the fabric of the pants that had been forced into your mouth, noting with some distress that a new scent was starting to make itself known beneath the smell of Elsa’s body wash, as nervous sweat started to emerge from the rear above, gradually and relentlessly working its way towards your location. By the time your student’s feet touched the ground again, the damage had been done and you were stuck worse than ever with a wet patch closing in and a distinctly unpleasant smell wafting towards you. It only got worse as the ass above dragged itself across the chair, tugging the piece of furniture forward a couple of inches to return it to its original position and nearly burning you in the process.
High above, Elsa was staring down at her textbooks with a nervous frown, not knowing where you had gone or what she was meant to do in these circumstances. She’d only turned her back for a few moments and now you were no-where to be seen, almost like you’d never been there at all. Your sister hadn’t left any means to contact your family either, so she was utterly lost. Was she supposed to continue her studying without you, or should she do something else with her time.
Finally, and to your immense, if temporary, relief, the Swedish girl rose from the seat, the intense pressure that had crushed you vanishing in an instant as the colossal booty lifted away. But even as the pain ebbed the darkness that filled your vision remained, and you knew from experience what this meant, the rush of vertigo that accompanied your ascent just confirming your suspicions. Though you were unable to see yourself from this position, you would have been unsurprised to know that your body had been reduced to little more than a smeared logo on the right buttock of Elsa’s pants, vaguely resembling a tiny man plastered face-first against the cheek. To anyone who didn’t know any better, you’d appear nothing more than a strange and whimsical decoration.
To her credit, Elsa did consider the possibility that you fallen onto her chair, and while she didn’t want to think about the possibility of having crushed you in such a way, she dutifully turned to check the seat, your whole world moving rapidly as you were swung around and left to jiggle. You weren’t there of course, and a moment later the pressure on you painfully increased as a hand passed over you, rubbing to check for any sign of your presence but quickly moving away. Had your student known of your squishy nature she may have thought to remove her pants for a visual inspection, but with no knowledge she was just looking for a bump and, failing to find one, she moved on.
From your new position the Swedish girl’s voice was slightly less muffled, but it didn’t do you much good as you were still in no position to respond to her increasingly distressed calls as she dropped to her hands and knees, pulling you tighter against her rear as she scanned the floor, her too-small pants struggling to contain the shifting booty as it undulated beneath you. You tried to struggle and yell into the pants, and may have even attempted to bite her if your jaw had strength enough to work. Unfortunately, all that you were able to produce was a minor irritation, little more than the kind of vibration a bug might produce, and which was easily dismissed out of hand by Elsa.
Among the white-haired woman’s mumblings the words “Jag ger upp” rang through and you tried to scream at the realisation that you were losing your chance to be found. You did manage to produce a slightly greater irritation, but by now Elsa had stopped looking and the force of her standing sent tremors through her rear that easily erased your own movements. You were reminded of those times you’d found yourself ironed to Shannon’s pants, or just directly to her skin, and while this new booty was somewhat smaller, you couldn’t shake the feeling that the peril you faced was greater still. After all, there would be no sudden appearance of Stacy to save you today, or anytime soon at that.
When the force of gravity made itself known again you didn’t even try to resist, just bracing yourself for the inevitable impact with the chair as Elsa collapsed back into her seat, pushing it back a couple of inches with the force of the collision and lifting both of her feet off the ground as she groaned in frustration. You would have liked to groan as well, but you were currently dealing with the fabric of the pants that had been forced into your mouth, noting with some distress that a new scent was starting to make itself known beneath the smell of Elsa’s body wash, as nervous sweat started to emerge from the rear above, gradually and relentlessly working its way towards your location. By the time your student’s feet touched the ground again, the damage had been done and you were stuck worse than ever with a wet patch closing in and a distinctly unpleasant smell wafting towards you. It only got worse as the ass above dragged itself across the chair, tugging the piece of furniture forward a couple of inches to return it to its original position and nearly burning you in the process.
High above, Elsa was staring down at her textbooks with a nervous frown, not knowing where you had gone or what she was meant to do in these circumstances. She’d only turned her back for a few moments and now you were no-where to be seen, almost like you’d never been there at all. Your sister hadn’t left any means to contact your family either, so she was utterly lost. Was she supposed to continue her studying without you, or should she do something else with her time.
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April 23, 2025
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