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The Tiny Counselor's Unusual Visitor

A Schoolgirl's Confession

As the sun dipped below the horizon, a petite figure made its way to the office of the Tiny Counselor. Dressed in a tight-fitting schoolgirl uniform, she hesitated before knocking on the door. It swung open to reveal the diminutive figure of the counselor, clad in an impeccably tailored suit.

"Hello, you have an appointment?" he asked, peering up at her through his spectacles.

"Yes, I'm here to see you," she replied nervously, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "My name is Emily."

The Tiny Counselor rose from his seat and gestured for her to take a seat across from him. He couldn't help but notice how out of place she looked in his office, like a dandelion dancing in the breeze. As she took a seat, he took a moment to study her closely, trying to discern what could possibly bring such a young and innocent-looking girl to his office.

A Weighty Concern

"So, Emily," he began softly, "what brings you here today?"

She took a deep breath and let it out slowly, her chest rising and falling beneath her tight uniform. "Well, I've been seeing you for a while now, and I thought maybe you could help me with something... personal."

The Tiny Counselor leaned forward, his curiosity piqued. "And what might that be, Emily?"

"I've gained a lot of weight over the past year," she blurted out, her cheeks reddening even further. "And I don't know how to stop."

The Tiny Counselor's eyebrows shot up in surprise. This was not the usual confession he heard in his office. But then again, he reminded himself, everyone's problems were unique.

A Strange Hobby

As they delved deeper into her issue, Emily revealed another aspect of her life that she had kept hidden: a strange hobby she had taken up recently. She confessed that she found solace in squeezing things with her butt - small objects like toys or food - and watching them flatten beneath her power.

The Tiny Counselor listened intently, his mind whirling with questions. He had never encountered anything like this before, but he couldn't deny the raw emotion in her confession. He could see the desire for control and the pleasure she derived from it, hidden behind her innocent facade.

A Tiny Solution

As their session drew to a close, the Tiny Counselor sat back in his chair, deep in thought. He knew he couldn't offer her a conventional solution to her problem, but perhaps he could find a way to channel her desires in a more productive manner.

"Emily," he began, his voice barely above a whisper, "do you think you could trust me enough to try something new?"

She looked up at him, hope shining in her eyes. "I don't know, Counselor," she replied, her voice trembling slightly. "What do you have in mind?"

The Tiny Counselor leaned forward again, his gaze locked on hers. "I think it's time we delved deeper into your hobby," he said, a mischievous glint in his eye. "And maybe I can help you find a better outlet for your... unique talents."

And with that, he rose from his chair and walked around the desk, kneeling down before her. He reached out and took her petite hand in his, feeling the warmth and softness of her skin. "Are you ready to explore this new frontier with me, Emily?" he asked softly, his voice barely more than a whisper.

She swallowed hard, her heart racing with anticipation. "Yes, Counselor," she replied, her voice trembling with excitement. "I'm ready."

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