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"Actually Tony, could you give me a hand with something in my room? It's a little too heavy for me to lift." Maggie asked.
"Sure, happy to." You said, willing to do anything if it would help make sure you and Maggie got along better. "If I don't see you guys before you leave, have a good holiday!" You said to Brittany and Kayla, who both waved goodbye as you followed Maggie out of their room and into Maggie's.
"So what did you need help with exactly?" You asked, looking around the room. You didn't see anything obviously out of place. But you also failed to notice Maggie sneaking up behind you, only to poke you in the back with some kind of needle.
"Hey, what the hell?" You asked, spinning around to look at her. While you stopped spinning, the room didn't, everything going blurry while the red head just smiled and gave you a little wave as you passed out.....
"Wakey wakey Tony." You awoke to Maggie's voice echoing loudly in your ears, apparently quite close to you. Had she drugged you? You tried to climb to your feet, but the surface you were on was soft and not flat, making things tricky. It only got more troubling when you realized what it was: Maggie's palm. And above you, her giant grinning face, smiling down at the boy she now literally had in the palm of her hand.
"What the hell Maggie?" You asked, confused. "Why am I so small?"
"Well, my soccer team is doing a Secret Santa exchange today, and I haven't been able to figure out the right present. And I was assigned to buy a gift for Sydney, the team captain, so there's a lot of pressure to do a good job." Maggie explained.
"So what? You want me to come to the mall with you and help you find a gift? You didn't have to shrink me, I would have just come along if you asked!"
Maggie laughed, as though this was a ridiculous thing for you to say. "No I don't want your opinion, that wouldn't help. I shrunk you so you could BE the gift."
You were speechless as you processed what she was saying. She was GIVING you to some stranger as a gift?! She had to be joking right?
"Don't worry, Sydney's pretty hot, and I have a feeling she won't be shy with you." Maggie said, pulling out a small gift box that looked like it had probably contained jewelry in the past. She opened it, then dropped you inside, letting you land on the tiny cushion inside it.
"It doesn't matter what she looks like! I am not a toy, you can't just give me away to some random-"
SNAP
Maggie closed the lid of the box, cutting off your objections. As she looked down at the box, there was absolutely no sign that it contained a tiny person. "Apparently I can just give you away." Maggie said, lightly shaking the tiny box. "Anyway, I really appreciate you helping me out with this. It's really important that Sydney likes me so try and be a good gift for her."
And that was that apparently. Maggie either couldn't hear or chose not to respond to your shouted objections, and she didn't talk to you again. Your only connection to the outside world was your box shaking and bouncing whenever you were handled by someone, presumably Maggie. The box left you no feasible way to escape, so your only option was to wait for someone to open it.
Eventually, the occasional jolting of the box became a consistent swaying, presumably as Maggie carried it to her Christmas party. You tried shouting for help, hoping a passerby would hear you, but you had no such luck, as not even Maggie could hear you through the box. Eventually you heard the mix of music and chatter that you associated with a party as Maggie arrived. Then with an unceremonious thump, your box was placed down, presumably in a pile of other gifts. There you sat, listening to the sound of the party around you, hearing only women. Seemed the party was soccer team members only. At least, that was the policy for full sized people.
Eventually, you were knocked over by the sudden jolt of movement as someone grabbed your box.
"This one's for you Sydney." Maggie said, and your box was transferred from one set of hands to another. Then, finally, it was opened, revealing the face of your recipient.
True to Maggie's word, Sydney was hot. She had a Mediterranean look, with olive skin and long brown hair framing one of the most beautiful faces you'd ever seen. Her brown eyes were wide, clearly surprised by you.
"You got me a tiny person?" Sydney asked, shocked.
"Yeah, he was my neighbor. Very annoying, always following me and my friends around. I thought if I shrunk him you'd be able to find a use for him." Maggie said casually.
Was that really how she felt about you? Just a nuisance? She was always a little cold to you but this still surprised you. Then again, actions spoke louder than words, and she had shown no hesitation to turn you into a trinket for some silly gift exchange.
Sydney wasted no time reaching into the box and plucking you out for a better look. This also let you get a better look at her. It seemed the girls were in someone's dorm room, all dressed in pajama sets with matching tops and bottoms. The one Sydney was wearing was red and patterned with pictures of snowmen. You could see her body by how the fabric clung to her. Her arms and legs were clearly muscular, unsurprising from the captain of a soccer team. The shirt clung tightly around her chest, then loosened beneath, as her taut stomach didn't take up much room. And while you couldn't see her backside, between the width of her hips and the tone on her quads, you'd be shocked to find anything other than an impressively muscular pair of glutes if she did turn around.
Meanwhile, Sydney was looking down at you, smiling with glee. Clearly you'd been a better present than she had anticipated. "This is awesome! Thanks Maggie. And I know just what to do with him..."
1. "You girls want to play a game?" Sydney suggests a party game focused on you, involving the entire team in playing with her new toy.
2. "I think he'll make a great cushion for the drive home." Sydney is driving home for Christmas tomorrow morning, a 4 hour drive in traffic in her old car. The seat is a little worn down at this point, and Sydney thinks you'll make great padding.
3. "My right foot has been killing me after that last practice. I bet he'd make a great insole."
4. "He's squirming around an awful lot, might as well put that to good use." Sydney pulls open the front of her pants and drops him in, wanting to feel him squirm against her pussy.
5. "Do you like candy canes little guy?" Sydney ties him to a candy cane and sucks on it and him as she enjoys the party.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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