The Shirt's New Logo
Tiny Tutor (Re-Upload)
chapter 8
by
Bobob1
Rina and Stacy stepped away from each other, sharing a shy smile. You had momentarily slipped both of their minds, as they were too preoccupied blushing and smiling awkwardly. Because of this, neither of the two curvy giantesses had realized what twisted fate had befallen you, nor the embarrassingly uncomfortable position you were now in.
You had been squashed between the massive chests of Rina and Stacy while falling, sandwiched between their big boobs like a poor, trapped bug. Your squishy body had been flattened instantaneously, and the pressure on you was enough to stick your body in place. While your face had been shoved against Rina’s warm flesh, you found yourself sticking to your sister instead when the two girls stepped apart.
Now, you were left flattened and stuck to the fabric of your sister’s shirt. Your face was frozen in a goofy expression, and your stretchy body had been elongated due to your sister’s expansive breasts. Stretched across her chest, you looked for all the world like a silly little logo on your sister’s shirt. Pulled taut across her breasts, it appeared as if you had belonged there on her shirt your entire life.
To complicate the matter further, you felt a few loose strands of fabric from your sister’s shirt had wrapped around your arms, preventing you from reforming and falling loose to the floor. Until your sister and her new crush finally noticed and freed you, you would be hanging here for a while. Your sister’s body heat emanated over your body, and you could faintly hear her heartbeat.
After a moment, Stacy finally managed to tear her eyes away from Rina and stammered out a sentence. “W-well…anyway…l-let’s g-go do some…thing. Right Sammy?” Stacy looked to her palm for a response from you, only to cry out in surprise when she realized you had vanished. Rina, startled by her new friend’s cry, watched as she checked her hands and shoulders for you, the usual places she carried you.
Blushing, Stacy even checked in her cleavage for you, but turned up no results. She looked over her entire body for any trace of you, but found none. Unfortunately, she didn’t see the new “logo” on her shirt, because you were positioned on and partly below her breasts. As her breasts jutted out a bit, Stacy was unable to see under them, and completely missed you.
Beginning to get frantic, your sister begged Rina to join the hunt, and Rina respectfully searched her own curvaceous body for any sight of you, secretly hoping to find you snuggling between her boobs. Plainly put, she found both you and your sister to be irresistibly adorable. But of course, she turned up no results, neither her nor Stacy knowing just how close you really were.
It occurred to you at that moment that it was entirely possible that neither girl would notice you, and you would be stuck in this awkward and uncomfortable position for an extended period of time. This train of thought terrified you, and you frantically tried to reform or squirm for attention, though neither action was possible in your currently flattened and strung up state.
Stacy bent down and began scanning the ground for any sign of you, the slightest trace of tears beginning to well up in her eyes over having lost you while attempting to care for you. Rina followed suit, wanting to do everything she could to stop her cute new friend from breaking down into tears. The two girls searched fruitlessly for the better part of ten minutes, while you could only remain stuck to Stacy’s shirt, unable to help the duo in any way.
Eventually, Rina’s eyes were drawn to the silly logo on Stacy’s shirt, and she smiled wryly at the cartoonishly goofy face stretched across Stacy’s chest. Her smile faded just a bit, and the bubbly girl’s brain kicked into overdrive. Rina desperately tried to recall if Stacy had always had a face on her shirt. Rina pondered whether she was just imagining things, or if there was something more to this train of thought.
Lost in thought, Stacy caught Rina staring at her, and wrongfully assumed the pink-haired girl was eyeing her up. Blushing bashfully, Stacy turned away from Rina and crossed her arms over her chest, unintentionally hiding you from view and further pressing you against her shirt. Your lingering image in Rina’s brain still bothered her though, so she spoke up.
“Hey…uh…Stacy.” Rina laughed, suddenly feeling foolish. It was obviously just a logo, right? Pointing it out would only make her look silly, and get Stacy’s hopes up for nothing. Still, Rina would feel even worse if she said nothing, only to find out she was right hours later.
Oblivious to the fact that she was about to decide your fate, what does Rina say?
You had been squashed between the massive chests of Rina and Stacy while falling, sandwiched between their big boobs like a poor, trapped bug. Your squishy body had been flattened instantaneously, and the pressure on you was enough to stick your body in place. While your face had been shoved against Rina’s warm flesh, you found yourself sticking to your sister instead when the two girls stepped apart.
Now, you were left flattened and stuck to the fabric of your sister’s shirt. Your face was frozen in a goofy expression, and your stretchy body had been elongated due to your sister’s expansive breasts. Stretched across her chest, you looked for all the world like a silly little logo on your sister’s shirt. Pulled taut across her breasts, it appeared as if you had belonged there on her shirt your entire life.
To complicate the matter further, you felt a few loose strands of fabric from your sister’s shirt had wrapped around your arms, preventing you from reforming and falling loose to the floor. Until your sister and her new crush finally noticed and freed you, you would be hanging here for a while. Your sister’s body heat emanated over your body, and you could faintly hear her heartbeat.
After a moment, Stacy finally managed to tear her eyes away from Rina and stammered out a sentence. “W-well…anyway…l-let’s g-go do some…thing. Right Sammy?” Stacy looked to her palm for a response from you, only to cry out in surprise when she realized you had vanished. Rina, startled by her new friend’s cry, watched as she checked her hands and shoulders for you, the usual places she carried you.
Blushing, Stacy even checked in her cleavage for you, but turned up no results. She looked over her entire body for any trace of you, but found none. Unfortunately, she didn’t see the new “logo” on her shirt, because you were positioned on and partly below her breasts. As her breasts jutted out a bit, Stacy was unable to see under them, and completely missed you.
Beginning to get frantic, your sister begged Rina to join the hunt, and Rina respectfully searched her own curvaceous body for any sight of you, secretly hoping to find you snuggling between her boobs. Plainly put, she found both you and your sister to be irresistibly adorable. But of course, she turned up no results, neither her nor Stacy knowing just how close you really were.
It occurred to you at that moment that it was entirely possible that neither girl would notice you, and you would be stuck in this awkward and uncomfortable position for an extended period of time. This train of thought terrified you, and you frantically tried to reform or squirm for attention, though neither action was possible in your currently flattened and strung up state.
Stacy bent down and began scanning the ground for any sign of you, the slightest trace of tears beginning to well up in her eyes over having lost you while attempting to care for you. Rina followed suit, wanting to do everything she could to stop her cute new friend from breaking down into tears. The two girls searched fruitlessly for the better part of ten minutes, while you could only remain stuck to Stacy’s shirt, unable to help the duo in any way.
Eventually, Rina’s eyes were drawn to the silly logo on Stacy’s shirt, and she smiled wryly at the cartoonishly goofy face stretched across Stacy’s chest. Her smile faded just a bit, and the bubbly girl’s brain kicked into overdrive. Rina desperately tried to recall if Stacy had always had a face on her shirt. Rina pondered whether she was just imagining things, or if there was something more to this train of thought.
Lost in thought, Stacy caught Rina staring at her, and wrongfully assumed the pink-haired girl was eyeing her up. Blushing bashfully, Stacy turned away from Rina and crossed her arms over her chest, unintentionally hiding you from view and further pressing you against her shirt. Your lingering image in Rina’s brain still bothered her though, so she spoke up.
“Hey…uh…Stacy.” Rina laughed, suddenly feeling foolish. It was obviously just a logo, right? Pointing it out would only make her look silly, and get Stacy’s hopes up for nothing. Still, Rina would feel even worse if she said nothing, only to find out she was right hours later.
Oblivious to the fact that she was about to decide your fate, what does Rina say?
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April 23, 2025
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