This choice: Cushioning Dorothea's Ass • Go Back... "Cushion in class!" Dorothea beamed, looking at her blonde friend with a sparkle in her eye. Sylvain struggled against the ribbon he was tied up in, but had no luck. He couldn't protest either, because Ingrid ensured that the ribbon went through his mouth after all the noise he made while struggling to not be tied up.
Ingrid's brow furrowed, a clear look of confusion on her face. Dorothea noticed, and felt a small pang of guilt. "What's wrong Do you think that's a bad idea? I don't want you to be upset with how I use this wonderful gift you've given me."
Ingrid considered her friend's words. "I guess it does fit the theme of 'being used', I just didn't even consider that that's what you would want to do. I thought you would have him do chores for you, or put him on your desk and have him retrieve things from you. I do worry that you might hurt him at his size though."
Dorothea raised her hand to her mouth and feigned a shocked expression. "Ingrid! what exactly are you trying to imply with that comment?" She had to stifle a laugh as her friend's face contorted into a shocked expression. Backpedaling, Ingrid responded with, "No! No! I didn't mean to imply anything like that at all! I just mean, he's so small, and..."
Ingrid was cut off by a mirthful laugh. "You do have a point though. Maybe we should give him a stress test first. Let's try something with a little more give than those hard classroom chairs." Dorothea placed Sylvain onto his back on her bed, smiled at him sadistically, and slowly turned around. Teasingly, she began lowering herself down very slowly, until she was within an inch of sitting on her new present. With the shadow of his friend cast over him, Sylvain pushed down his fear, and braced himself for contact. What he did not expect was for the giantess above him to suddenly leap back to her feet.
"I've got a better idea." Dorothea remarked looking at a morbidly curious Ingrid. "You're smaller than me, and you can move so gracefully and nimbly that you could react fast enough if you felt like you were crushing him. I think it's safer if you sit on him instead. Plus, the witch said he needed to know what it was like to be used by women, not just one. It would be unfortunate if our friend never grew because only I used him."
Ingrid suspected that the woman across from her had ulterior motives, but she couldn't deny her reasoning was sound. "Okay, I'll sit on him for a brief moment, but if anything feels off, you have to find some other way to use him."
Dorothea was shocked that Ingrid actually agreed with her, but managed to hide it. She pulled Ingrid to where she had been standing, and knelt in front of her bed, looking at Sylvain. "I'll watch to make sure he looks like he's doing okay."
Ingrid looked over her shoulder at Sylvain, sighed, and slowly bent her knees. Dorothea was in bliss watching the panicked look on her present's face as Ingrid's ass started getting closer. That will serve that no good women-using royal!. Ingrid smoothed down her skirt to make sure Sylvain wouldn't see anything, and continued lowering herself. She paused when her skirt made contact with Sylvain's body. "I'm going to start putting my weight down, please be on watch Dorothea."
"Of course dear! It wouldn't do for my present to break so soon."
Dorothea watched as Ingrid carefully, and oh-so slowly shifted more onto the bed until all of her weight was on Sylvain. "Great news Ingrid! He was totally fine! You didn't notice anything wrong?" Sylvain noticed something wrong. He was being crushed, and it was very difficult to breathe.
Ingrid looked at the brunette speaking to her, still seated on Sylvain. "He's fine, I can feel him trying to squirm under me. It feels so strange. He's so...comfortable" She couldn't place why, and sat for a moment contemplating.
Dorothea let a few more second pass until she decided she wanted to have her fun. "Uh, sweetie? I thought you said you were only going to sit for a brief moment."
Upon hearing this, Ingrid immediately hopped up. "Oh no! I'm so sorry Sylvain! It was like my body didn't want me to get up."
Dorothea looked at Ingrid, who was red-faced in embarrassment, and then at Sylvain, who was red-faced for...other reasons. "That was a great stress test. I think as long as I'm careful, it should be perfectly safe to use him as a cushion. Maybe the witch that cursed him made it so that whoever used him would really enjoy it, to make sure he wouldn't be forgotten."
Ingrid considered this. "That does seem reasonable. Well, I've got to go, but enjoy your uh...new cushion."
Dorothea smiled as she watched her bestie leave. As soon as was out and the door was closed, Dorothea gave Sylvain a mischievous look and walked over to him. She put her face right next to his and whispered "Class is in about two hours, but maybe I should start training you a little bit for you first job." With that, she stood up, spun on her feet, and looked over her shoulder with a wicked grin...
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Dorothea walked to class with a pep in her step. Everyone she passed could see that she was especially happy today, but what they couldn't see was the significantly less happy person she carried with her. She found her classroom, and quickly made her way to her seat. She checked to make sure no one was watching her, carefully laid her new cushion onto her chair, and then seated herself, trying not to be suspicious. As she sat down, her skirt rode up, and Sylvain came face to face with her panties. Dorothea then raised herself a little bit, Sylvain smushed to her backside, and then fixed her skirt. Now, no one would be able to see her captive, no matter how she moved.
The last two hours for Sylvain were rough, but this new situation was dreadful. He had to endure the full weight of his tormentress, and the skirt under his back provided almost no cushion for him. Why would a cushion need a cushion? He thought to himself grimly. He settled into his dank, less-than-wonderful smelling prison, and prayed for a miracle.
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