"You know Sylvain, Dorothea's birthday is coming up, and I have been wondering what to get her. But now I think you'd be the perfect present." Ingrid explained.
Sylvain's mind immediately filled with visions of the gorgeous Dorothea, the beautiful singer with tremendous boobs. He allowed his mind to drift to a vision of his tiny form tucked between her boobs, like two smooth soft pillows...
"Sylvain, snap out of it!" Ingrid admonished.
But even in his dreams, Ingrid ruined everything. Dream Ingrid came up and hugged Dorothea, and his beautiful pillows were pressed flat against Ingrid's boobs, pulverising him to a bloody spot on the opera singers light skin.
"You were daydreaming about Dorothea's boobs weren't you?" Ingrid asked in annoyance.
"Maybe..." Sylvain replied, shook from his daydream.
This only strengthened Ingrid's conviction. "Oh yeah, this is definitely the right call. If anyone can teach you a lesson, it'll be Dorothea." Ingrid smiled as she remembered her conversation with Dorothea the other day, where Dorothea had told her about something she really wanted to buy. And the thought that she could use Sylvain for that made Ingrid grin even wider. This boy had no idea what he was getting himself into.
Ingrid placed Sylvain down on her dresser, before opening a drawer and beginning to rummage through it. He felt the entire dresser shake as she opened and slammed drawers, looking for something, until finally...
"Aha! I knew I still had these!" Ingrid exclaimed, displaying a pink ribbon and a ring box. Sylvain looked confused, so she explained: "The ribbon is from Dorothea when she was trying to help me make my hair fancy for the Opera she was putting on. And the ring box is left over from some noble or another sending me marriage propositions. Already sold the ring."
Sylvain was no less confused. "Alright Ingrid, but what does any of this have to do with me?"
Ingrid just smiled and brandished the ribbon, bringing the pink strip towards him.
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"Oh Ingrid you shouldn't have!" Dorothea said, feigning flattery. "Of course I'll marry you!"
"I'm not marrying you Dorothea!" Ingrid said, annoyed but amused by her friend's constant flirting. "It's not a ring, it's just a birthday present!"
"Oh I'm just teasing Ingrid! Though the offer is always open." Dorothea said with a wink as she snatched the box from her friend. "Though I can't imagine what you could have gotten me that fits in such a small box if it's not a ring."
"Just open it! I promise you won't be able to guess." Ingrid replied.
Dorothea popped open the box, and her jaw dropped at the sight of her present. On the little pillow inside the box was a tiny, hogtied Sylvain, struggling desperately against the pink ribbon that bound him up, which was tied off with a delicate bow.
"Took me a few tries to get the bow right. Hard to get it like that without breaking his legs or anything." Ingrid said nonchalantly.
"Sylvain?" Dorothea stammered, astonished at the sight of the tiny ginger. "How'd you get so small?"
Ingrid answered for him: "A witch shrunk him for hitting on her, of course. And he won't grow back until he learns what it's like to be 'Used by women', and since you were talking the other day about that thing you desperately needed, I thought Sylvain would be a perfect substitute."
Dorothea's eyes widened as she realized what Ingrid was referring to. "Oh Ingrid this is an amazing gift! And you're right, I do think Sylvain would make a great...
1. Pendant (Dorothea ties a string to both of his arms, making a necklace and leaving him hanging between her giant boobs)
2. Cushion in class (Dorothea is tired of the hard classroom seats, and either puts Sylvain on the seat or inside her panties to cushion her ass)
3. Sex toy (Dorothea is very horny after a series of bad dates, and decides to use Sylvain to get off. Given his small size, she could shove him in her pussy or decide he'd be better as a butt plug and put him up her ass)