Small Packages
by Sol Oliver aka solovn

Why I picked the doll up off the sidewalk in the first place, I don't know. Well, yes I do. I'd just been dumped by my girlfriend of ten months, and the doll sort of looked like her, in a slutty kind of way. Dressed like a high-dollar hooker and sporting a head out of proportion to its body, I spotted it just outside the coffee shop where I usually went for my morning cup. It had a cocky smiling face that seemed to mock me, as if to say "I'll do whatever I want whenever I want, and fuck you if you don't like it." This also reminded me of my ex. Unlike her, however, the doll had outrageously outsized lips and was made up with more lipstick, blush, and eyeliner than anyone would wear with the possible exception of drag queens. Its big eyes were set in a permanent "come hither" gaze, and I grabbed it up by its long brown tresses after checking to make sure no one was around to see me--a grown man--picking up the loquacious foot-tall plaything.

Doll in my jacket, on the way home I decided that its name was Heather which was, of course, also the name of my ex. I kept thinking about Heather (the human one) as I walked home, and by the time I reached my front door I was feeling pretty angry. 

That's probably why I did it. I'm not proud of my next actions (and in light of later developments I'm very, very sorry), but have to say that it felt really, really good at the time.

"Want to see other people, huh? Already spent a little time with Roger, huh?" 

I was standing over the doll, which I'd set the doll on the couch. Imagining that it was Real Heather, I was telling her everything I really wanted to say but didn't when she left. And, of course, I had my pants down and was jerking myself off at the slutty doll.

"Well that's fine," I said, starting to really get off on it despite feeling a bit foolish. The doll's expression seemed to egg me on, daring me to continue. Well, I'd show HER! "But before you go, I have a little GIFT for you!"

I came all over the doll. White ooze slicked her big slutty head, seeping into her hair and soaking her trampy faux-fur vest and mini skirt. A flush of fatigue fell over me, as much emotional as physical, and I retreated to my bedroom to have a little nap.

I woke to the sound of running water coming from the kitchen. My heart leapt--maybe Heather had decided to come back and was fixing me dinner! I sprang out of bed, mussed my hair into place, and walked out to greet her as casually as I could manage. Even having just come, I still had plenty left in the tank.

"I'm glad you came back" I said as I rounded the corner into the kitchen. Except that no one was there. Water was running in the sink, but there was no sign of Heather. And then as I walked over to shut off the water, I had the shock of my life.

Down in the sink was the bratty little doll, buck naked and showering. Its clothes were in the corner of the basin covered in a small pile of suds. My mouth fell open as I watched its little hands scrub at its plastic jointed body. Then it looked up at me with an expression of utter contempt.

"What the fuck are you looking at, you goddamn pervert!" it said as it continued to wash. It looked away, not at all ashamed or worried that I was there, and I couldn't help staring at her. Although still certainly a doll, its tits were rather large for its body and jiggled quite naturally. It was hard to tell from the soap suds, but it seemed like it even had a small, well-manicured bush. It turned its head up at me again as it pointed at the soggy clothes.

"Look, asshole," she said. Now she was cleaning her crotch with one hand...yep, she had a close-cropped muff. "HEY! Why don't you do something useful, like cleaning your cum out of my god damned clothes!"

At that moment I felt even smaller than the doll. It wasn't her fault that she looked like my girlfriend, and splooging all over her wasn't a nice thing to do. I grabbed the little garments and began to rub them in the soap suds.

"Not in HERE!" said the doll. "Can't a girl get a little fucking PRIVACY!" 

My sense of shame disappeared quickly. Why should I be taking orders from this snotty fucking doll? Then I noticed that her hand had been "cleaning" down in her crotch for a rather long time. "Are you diddling yourself?" I asked, accusingly.

"None of your fucking business, jerk-off!" she spat, hand still in crotch. "Now go wash my fucking clothes!"

I decided I'd play along. Odd as the situation was, I had a feeling that it could work out well for me if I handled things right. I picked up the clothes and brought them into the bathroom sink. As I extracted my ejaculate from the items, I could hear the little doll moaning in the kitchen. That horny little plastic slut! She'd probably ENJOYED being cum-coated, and wasn't angry at all. At last the water shut off.

"Bring me a fucking towel or something to wear!" she shouted, panting. 

I laid her clothes out to dry and found a small hand towel that looked large enough for the doll. Back in the kitchen, the doll was sitting on the edge of the sink, wringing out her long brown hair. I held out the towel for her, unable to stop watching the way her tits bobbed as her body moved. Looking up at me in disgust again, she snagged the towel from my hand. Sneering, she looked at it up and down.

"Do you expect me to wear that piece of shit?" she said. I could hardly believe it! While certainly not a mink stole, I'd handed her a perfectly good, clean blue towel.

"Jesus!" I shouted. "Why would anyone put up with a little bitch like you?"

I was expecting a tirade from the tiny diva, but instead she stood up, smiled, and wrapped the towel around her. Somehow she managed to fold and arrange it in such a way as to make it look good on her. At the very least, it didn't look like a bath towel.

"Hold out your hand. Palm up," she said in a disarmingly polite tone of voice. Taken off guard, I did as she asked, and she stepped onto my hand and sat down. She was heavier than I expected. "Take me to the TV. My favorite show is on." 

"Um...okay," I replied. Now it seemed she was being more reasonable. As I turned to carry her to the living room, she adjusted herself in my hand and the towel loosened. I stumbled slightly, causing the doll to flinch, and felt a small warm spot against my finger. My baser reflexes took over, and I rubbed her bush with my pinky finger as I walked to the couch. It was getting slick...

"What the FUCK are you doing?" Busted! The doll clambered out of my hand and onto the couch, readjusting her "dress" as she went. But I *knew* she was turned on.

"What do you THINK I was doing?"

"I think I KNOW you were being a PERVERT," she said, sneering. But I noticed that she was looking at my hand, licking her lips.

"Pervert, huh?" I said, wiggling my fingers at her. "You'd like this, wouldn't you?" I said, flexing my pinkie in her face and then smoothing her cheek with it. The doll slapped it away, but she was starting to squirm.

"Shut UP," she said, looking away. "I've had bigger. MUCH bigger."

 "Well, I've got something bigger."

"Not big enough for your ex-girlfriend, though, huh?" My heart sank. How did she know? Maybe she was just bluffing. "Oh, I know all about you and Heather." Maybe not. I drew my hand away, thinking about what had gone wrong.

I had been Heather's first. We'd been friends all through high school; she was the pretty, smart girl who didn't know how to handle her own beauty and kept all the boys at bay . I was the non-threatening "let's just be friends" guy, a little bit nerdy but always hopeful. We went our separate ways for college, but not long after graduation we ran into each other again. I had managed to get my act together and had done quite a bit of dating in those years. She was more gorgeous than ever and had also done some dating, but confessed to me that she'd never let anyone sleep with her. It had never felt "special" enough.

But on our fourth date, after I told her how badly I'd always wanted her--and after she admitted that she'd been too shallow in rejecting me as a possible boyfriend--we kissed. And fondled. And teased. And in the early hours of morning she gave herself to me completely.

The next six months were a dream. She was so eager and loving--absolutely everything I'd ever wanted. I still wonder if it was a mistake telling her that I loved her. She didn't answered right away, but I thought it was only because we'd just finished making love. But she became more distant after that.

In hindsight I suppose she tried her best to make it work, staying with me another four months before letting me go. She gave me all of the clichés: it's not you it's me; I just need a little time; we moved into it too fast. But I knew that she'd always had countless suitors calling out to her, and she'd always just been afraid of sex. I'd cured her of that, but given the types of guys she was seeing now, I guess I should count myself lucky to have even been with her at all. 

"Awwww...poor baby!" said the doll, mocking me with a big, pouty face. "Did she hurt your feelings?" That little bitch of a doll! 

"You just shut up!" I shouted. "Or I'll...I'll..."

"Or you'll WHAT?" 

The doll's snotty expression was back, and she began strutting back and forth on the sofa cushion. Truth was I didn't have any particular action in mind, but I had to say something.

"I'll throw you in the trash where you belong!"

"Oooooh, I'm soooo scaaared!" she mocked. "No wonder she left you." Now my blood really was starting to boil.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"I think you know," she said. She was staring at my hand again, hungrily. "You know I couldn't stop you, if you wanted to..y'know...." The doll let the towel dress drop, turned around and bent over. Her body was a miniature caricature of adult sex, curves shaped to excite. In between the joints where her legs met her well-sculpted ass, I saw her little hand stretching out her tiny muff. It glistened. The doll looked back around, eye lids half-lowered. "Come on. Give it to me. You owe me."

That was too much. I was NOT going to let this little toy take advantage of my emotional state--I would not be led to pleasuring her with my pinkie or any other digit. Still, it was strangely alluring. What did she feel like? My pinkie would be HUGE to her...

I moved my pinkie up to her ass, slowly. With the lightest touch I grazed at her slick little opening. She gasped and quivered. 

No. This was sick, and I wasn't going to be manipulated this way.

"I don't think so," I said, picking up the blue towel and throwing it over her. "I don't need a little slut like you."

At that point the doll let out a stream of obscenity like I'd never heard before. But the more she cursed, threatened, pouted and pleaded, the more amused I became. Finally she ran out of steam, finishing off with "limp-dicked loser."

"Are you done?" I said, looking down at her. "Because if you are, I'd like to make myself a drink. Here's the remote."

The doll composed herself as best she could, but would not look me in the eye. As I fixed myself a rum and Coke I heard the TV switch on, and then the doll's voice called out. "I'd like my bag, please. It's on the kitchen counter."

I spotted the oversized handbag and grabbed it, surprised she'd said "please." I must have really gotten to her. Back in the living room, the doll freshened her makeup as I downed my drink. Pouring myself a fresh one, I set it on the coffe table before heading to the bathroom to give some water back. When I returned, the doll hurriedly pulled her hands away from the handbag--I'd caught her doing something.

"What were you up to just now?" I asked. The doll looked at her bag. "What's in there?"

"Nothing."

"Come on," I said insistently. I was beginning to feel paranoid. "Show me or I'll throw the damned thing out!"

"No! It's a Coach!" she said, clutching the bag to her. Even under her makeup I could see that she was blushing. Finally she reached into the bag and pulled out...

"A little dildo!" I laughed. The doll looked mortified.

"Well, so what?" she said. "I need to do something since YOU aren't going to do anything for me."

"Right you are," I said, swallowing half my drink in one gulp. It tasted strange. Bitter. And a bit chalky. I looked at the doll. Her expression was triumphant. "What did you put in my drink?"

"Wouldn't you like to know?" she said, standing up with hands on hips. I started to curse at her, but before I could complete a sentence I passed out, tumbling out of my seat and onto the floor.

When I awoke I was still on the floor, but the view had changed. I was on the floor on my back with my arms stretched out behind me. And they wouldn't move. Handcuffed to the sleeper sofa. Looking down my body I saw that I'd been stripped naked. But my legs were free--at least that was something. I also felt a discomfort around my penis. Adjusting my body to view the area, I saw that a rubber band had been placed around my balls. My head hurt like hell.

"Finally awake, huh?" said the doll's voice from above. Looking up I saw her sitting on the edge of the couch, once more wearing her slutty outfit. A single lamp lit the room low, and it was completely dark outside. The TV was off and one of the components read 3:30 AM. 

"Let me go," I said, lamely.

"Not until I'm satisfied," she said, jumping off the couch and onto my chest. Her miniature high heel clogs stung as she landed. As I lay there, helpless and aching, the doll grabbed her dildo from her bag and lightly teased herself with it in front of me. Her cunt made slick little sounds, and she gave out gasps as she tested the head.

"So you're going to masturbate in front of me?" I said, rolling my eyes. The doll sneered her big red lips.

"I'm going to do whatever the fuck I want," she said, throwing the dildo at me. It bounced off my nose and caromed away. Then the doll sprang forward, landing on my mouth. "Tongue. Stick it out. NOW." I could smell her, pungent and sweet. Her crotch, unencumbered by panties, was pressed against my lips, and her hands grasped my nostrils like handles. "If you want to keep your nuts, I recommend you do what I say."

I let my tongue slip out and I tasted her. The doll moaned as she began to press herself up and back against my tongue. She widened with each grind until as much as an inch of the tip of my tongue would squeeze inside her. Strange doll fluid trickled down and flowed off my lips. 

"Come on. Give it to me," she said, panting and gripping my nostrils tighter. With some effort I pushed my tongue outward and was amazed at how her cunt expanded to hug it inside. I was finding it hard to breath, and decided that the sooner I got her off, the sooner she'd let go. I began to slide my tongue in and out of her, finding it easier with each tongue stroke. Her little ass ground forward with each thrust as she moaned and yelled out "YES!" and "Deeper!" and "Fuck yeah!"

But just as she seemed to be reaching climax, she backed off of me, panting. Giving a loving hand stroke to my lips, she turned and walked, weak kneed, down my torso towards my crotch.

"I think...you deserve...a small reward," she said, stripping off her clothes completely when she reached my abdomen. Finishing her trip to my cock, which was quite swollen, she swung around on it and was then behind my penis, hugging it as she facing me. Her naked body felt great against my skin, her soft but firm tits squeezed against my head. "You like that, don't you?" she said, moving herself up and down.

I nodded, though at the same time it made my balls ache. After rubbing me a few times, she wrapped her arms around my swollen head, closed her eyes and hugged my penis close. "Oh, yes, I love you too!" she said before opening her eyes agian to give me a cruel smile.

"That doesn't make me feel very rewarded," I said. For an answer, the doll put its pouty lips on the tip of my cock. It felt nice, but she was still laughably small. "I don't want to seem unappreciative, but--OH!"

Her tongue had darted into my little hole, rimming it before retreating. Then as I watched, her lips began to expand around my head until it was inside her hot mouth. It was unnatural the way her mouth stretched to accommodate me, but it felt so good that I got over it. Inside her, I could feel her tongue polishing me.

"Oh, FUCK that's good!" I said, and the doll's eyes smiled at me mischievously as she continued to suck on my penis. Smacking and slurping, I was amazed as she took my whole cock inside,  her large eyes looking up at me. The pressure from my constricted testicles was becoming painful, but still I felt great pleasure as my penis felt the warm wetness. Her tongue played all along my shaft. Although her head wasn't much bigger than a baseball, her tongue was at least as large as a grown woman's. "Let me come..let me come..." I moaned, the peak my body demanded just out of reach.

The doll pulled her head up, releasing my penis with a smack. Rubbing my cock a couple of times with her hands, she reached down and pet my balls, which throbbed with her touch. "What's my name?" she said.

Up until that point, I'd thought of her as a little version of my ex, so I said, "Heather?" 

"Wrong!" The doll kicked one of my nuts with her little foot, sending pain shooting through me. "Do you think I'm your slut ex-girlfriend? Is that why you wouldn't fuck me?"

"I'll fuck you, I'll fuck you!" I said. "I don't think you're like her at all, really. So if you'll just uncuff one of my hands--"

"Too fucking late, asshole," she said, pushing my cock and making it sway back and forth. "That train left the station a long time ago. Now shut up and sit still or I'll really give you something to complain about."

The doll's stare was absolutely venomous, and I didn't dare move a muscle or even breath. She smiled with smug satisfaction, lowered herself to stand on her knees, and then wrapped her arms around my penis like it her slow dance partner. Back and forth she swayed, eyes closed as if hearing music.

"Oh, baby, I knew you'd come back to me!" she said, hugging my cock close, petting its head. "You're going to make me very, very happy now."

The little doll began to grind her cunt against my shaft, whose veins were bulging nearly to bursting. As gyrated she kissed the tip of my head, drawing out some precum. Spreading it around, the doll locked her legs around my shaft and slid herself up until she sat on top, tiny cunt on my tip, legs to either side. 

"There's no way!" I said as I watched her balance on the tip of my dick. She diddled herself a few times, took a deep breath, and then my world turned upside-down again.

The little doll began opening up to accommodate me, her face a mix of intense pain, pleasure, and concentration. As my head parted her ring completely, it was so tight--I thought my dickhead might actually pop off inside. But her strange, pliable body adjusted to its size, and she began to lower herself. I could see the contours of my penis as it widened her wasp waist, pressing up into her chest. If felt like my whole body was inside of her, and her moans began to die down as she adjusted to my girth. 

At long last she leveled her eyes at me, smug satisfaction on her face once again. As overwhelming as the sensations were, it struck me as humorous the way it appeared like my dick had been replaced by a slutty doll. I groaned, body screaming for release.

"Please...let me come..."

"No way, retard!" she said. "I'm not done with you." 

I let the little doll fuck me that way for I don't know how long. Every time she slid, gyrated, squeezed, or bumped, great shocks of agony and thrills of pleasure bombarded me at once. The doll cried out as she took her pleasure, the sound occasionally choked short as my penis jabbed up into her neck. Finally she began to ride up and down incredibly fast, and then I felt squeezing like a vice.

"Yes...Yes...YES!"

The doll's wide eyes rolled back in her head and she slumped over, panting. I was certain my balls were purple from the strain but didn't dare move to look lest I cause even more pain. With some effort the doll pulled her body up my penis with a long, sticky slurping sound, and then my cock popped free. 

"Awwwww yeaaaaah..." she sighed, looking positively intoxicated. Curling up around my penis, she kissed it lightly on a particularly veiny spot.

"Excuse me?" I said, worried that she would fall asleep there. The pain was ebbing somewhat, but I knew that it couldn't be healthy to have my balls squeezed for so long.

"What do YOU want?" she slurred. "Can't you see I'm with a lover right now?"

"Well, I think your...lover...may be feeling a bit, um, frustrated," I said, trying to get my point across without triggering her. It didn't work. At least not the part about not setting her off.

"So I didn't fuck you good enough?" she said indignantly, standing up and pushing my cock again. I groaned, feeling certain that I would spend the rest of my life a eunuch. "Well, I'm glad. Because I'm still not through with you."

Jumping off of me, the doll soon came back with her little dildo in one hand and some kind of harness in the other. With a few efficient motions she affixed the strap-on getup to her crotch area. It was only as thick as a pencil and not even two inches long, but she hefted it once or twice with great satisfaction. I couldn't help laughing.

"You think it's funny?" she said, walking down towards my crotch again. 

"Well, yes," I said. "My ass isn't exactly trembling at the sight."

"Who said I was going to fuck you in the ass?"

With horror it dawned on me what the little doll was going to do with her strap-on. Standing over my cock, she put the dildo head against my tip. Her face had a look of lust and smug superiority, and she tossed her long brown hair in triumph.

"Still think it's funny?" she said. I felt the tip of her penis pushing down, and a new panic welled up in my gut. That thing could do an awful lot of damage to my pee hole, and I had no idea what I'd tell the doctor.

"NoNoNO!" I shouted, eyes wide. The doll paused and looked me hard in the eye.

"Promise to do exactly as I tell you and I'll make everything work out fine for you," she said. She gave a light tap on my balls with her foot, and I took her meaning--she'd not only refrain from raping my penis, but she'd also let me come.

"Yes, yes...anything."

The doll smiled slyly, moved off of my penis, and hopped to the ground. Hands on hips and little cock waving, she stood with one hand under her chin, considering me. 

"Are you comfortable?" she asked. It was a stupid question, considering I'd been lying with my arms apart and above my head for who knows how long. Not to mention that my nuts were in an elastic vice. "Probably not, huh?"

"No, I'm not."

"Then here's the deal," she said, skipping over to the easy chair, reaching under the cushion, and grabbing the handcuff key. "I'm going to unlock ONE of the cuffs. I'll give you five minutes to stretch, and then I'm going to cuff you again--face down."

"What about my balls?"

"Touch them and the deal's off."

"When will you let me go?"

"After I'm through with you."

It was clear to me that the terms were fixed, and at that moment the doll held all the cards. She stood stroking her little toy strap-on, licking her lips. What was the harm in letting her act out her little fantasy? It made sense to me that a foot-high slutty doll might get off on fucking a huge grown man with her strap-on pencil dick. I'd barely feel it. "Okay. It's a deal."

"You'd better not be fucking with me," she said, warily approaching my left hand. "Because if you try anything, you're really going to get it." I held still as she unlocked the cuff, and she jumped away as I pulled my hand down onto my chest. There was a red ring around most of my wrist, but it felt good to move my arm. 

"Enjoy your five minutes," scoffed the doll, who disappeared out of view. I stretched as best I could while she was away, and barely resisted the temptation to loosen the rubber band around my nuts. I didn't know what the doll would do if I broke our deal, but given how unnatural she was, it didn't seem wise to take any chances. I heard her rummaging around in the bedroom, and then around the bend came the doll, dragging my exe's overnight bag behind her. I'd forgotten about that bag completely--after the first month, we'd just started keeping clothes at each other's places. And while we'd given each other our clothes back, we'd both forgotten about the bag, which must have been under the bed. 

"Time's up. Turn over, put your hand back up to the couch, and get on your knees," commanded the doll. Her little strap-on was greased up, and a little trickle of drool came from the corner of her mouth. This really was a trip for her!

"Okay, okay," I said, moving into the required position. But as I did, something alarming caught my eye. Something peeking out of my exe's bag. Something that looked a lot like a penis. The doll turned around, reached into the bag, and picked up a very realistic-looking dildo, which must have been ten inches long and complete with balls. There was something tangled up with the dildo, but I was more concerned with the latex monster. The doll saw my fear and her eyes lit up.

"Hold still," she said. 

I panicked. A little Tootsie Roll dick was one thing, but a 10-inch dildo was quite another!

"No fucking way!" I yelled, swinging a leg over and knocking the doll down. The dildo fell out of her hands and bounced off the carpet. I pulled myself back to a seated position against the couch, ready to defend my ass.

"You ASSHOLE!" screamed the doll, eyes filled with tears of rage. "We had a fucking DEAL!"

"Not a very fair one!" I shot back. "Not with my exe's huge dildo involved!"

"I didn't grab the bag for the dildo," said the doll, pulling a mini skirt free from the dildo. "I was going to have you wear this."

I felt completely stupid. How could the doll possibly do anything to me with a dildo that large? It was practically as big as her. I knew I'd fucked up.

"Shit, I'm sorry," I said, really meaning it. She may have been a little bitch, but she'd been honest about what she was going to do. "Really. I won't do that again. I swear."

"Too fucking LATE!" she screamed with venom, face contorted in rage. "Now you're going to GET IT!" 

Any good feeling I had towards the doll evaporated. I'd given her an honest apology, and she slapped it down. "Yeah, what are you going to do? Rub your muff on my toes until I laugh? You can't do ANYTHING to me, you little shit." I reached down and pulled the rubber band off my nuts. Almost immediately I felt the back pressure surge forward, and I just had time to aim my cock at the doll. A hot stream shot out of me in great pulses, hitting the doll square on. "Feel familiar?!"

The doll stood perfectly still, and even though the pain in my nuts was ebbing, I knew that I'd fucked up again. Big time. The doll didn't say anything. It wiped the cum off its face, climbed up onto the coffee table, and sat there looking down at me. I knew better than to say anything. At least for the first five minutes. She growled at me when I opened my mouth after the second five minutes. After about fifteen minutes of being stared at, I got my courage back up.

"What's your name?" I asked. Maybe I could still salvage the situation.

"Sassie," she said in a monotone voice. I waited for her to say more, but she didn't. After another minute, I decided I'd press a little.

"I'm sorry I called you by my exe's name before, Sassie," I said. Still no response. "Look, I really am sorry. To tell you the truth, I was kind of turned on when you wore that strap-on of yours."

Her expression softened just a little. "Really?"

"Yeah," I said, and it was true. Maybe it was because of how turned on she was by it, but I imagined it would have been very exciting for me, too. "I didn't mean to demean you like that."

Sassie's face went blank again. But a minute later, to my surprise she walked over and undid my other cuff. Then she headed to the kitchen, and in another minute I heard the water flowing in the sink once again. I needed a shower, too, but more than that I needed to get the blood flowing through my body properly again. That, and sleep. So after doing some stretches I headed for bed, falling asleep face down and naked as soon as my head hit the pillow.

I awoke to a pleasant sensation. Something warm and wet lapping at my ass. I knew right away that the little doll had her head buried between my cheeks and was teasing me with her outsized tongue.

"Oh...mmm..." I moaned, encouraging her. It did feel good, and I still felt bad about shutting her down eariler. Her tongue pressed in hard, and I resisted the urge to jump up. I let her fuck me with her tongue, and then she hit a spot that sent shockwaves through me. I didn't have to think about moaning to embolden Sassie--the sounds flew out of me.

"Do you like it?" she asked, head ducking out of me. 

"Yes, dammit!" 

"Sit up," she said, stepping off of me. I did as commanded and found the doll standing at the end of the bed, buck naked and wearing the little strap-on, overnight bag behind her. Reaching into it, she pulled out my exe's miniskirt. "Put it on." I fit it around me, the elastic waistband just able to stretch to fit. Next she pulled out a rubber band and threw it to me. Taking a deep breath, I did what I knew she wanted and confined my nuts. Finally she pulled out rope and handcuffs. "Stand on your knees, facing away from me, and put your hands behind your back.

"You won't need the cuffs," I said as I obeyed. I felt cold steel click around one of my wrists.

"I know," she said, clicking the cuff around my other wrist. "Because if you don't do exactly as I say, I'm going to hang you with this fucking rope." I felt the rope scratch against my feet. I didn't know exactly how she would manage it, but I believed her. My stomach felt leaden as I awaited Sassie's next command. "Turn around."

Sassie stood on the bed below me, a look of smug satisfaction on her face. I tried not to smile as I looked down at the doll, but it was funny the way she stood there with her little strap-on dick. The corner of my mouth ticked up a bit, and a laugh escaped from me. To my surprise, the doll also smiled and began laughing. I began chuckling harder, and Sassie did too.

"It's pretty funny, isn't it?" she laughed, looking down at her penis. "Like, just imagine! Me, this little doll, trying to fuck you, this big man, in the ass with this tiny thing! Is it funny to you, too?"

I felt relieved that she seemed to have gotten over her anger. "It is kind of funny," I answered. Sassie kept laughing as she walked back to the overnight bag, pulling out the dildo that had scared me so much before.

"I mean, it would take something like THIS to really bang you hard, right," she said, struggling to lift the dildo. The sight of it made me laugh anew. Sassie let it drop to the bed, and then amusement in her face fled. "Shut UP."

I quieted immediately. Sassie began to stroke her little penis, and to my surprise it began to rise up until it was parallel to the ground. It was still less than two inches long, but it was definitely erect. My stomach twitched. "Turn around and bend the hell over."

No sooner had I bent over than I felt the doll leap onto me. Holding on to the elastic band of the skirt I wore, she hung down so that her little penis slid between my cheeks. I felt her little bit slipping in and out of my cheeks, just barely dabbling at my hole. She was grunting as she thrust--it must have felt very good to her.

"...come all over ME, huh?...ungh!...ungh!...well how do you like THISSSSS...."

I felt hot goo shoot into my crack, coating me. It was a bit humiliating, but I was relieved that she hadn't been able to get the thing inside of me. I reached back to clean the ooze away, but Sassie swatted my hand.

"NO!" she shouted, and my sense of relief disappeared. It wasn't over yet. "It's for your own good--and it's more than you deserve." She jumped off of me and I heard her take a few steps on the bed. I heard tiny buckles rattle, and knew she was taking off the strap-on. "Turn around," she said.

Sassie was naked and standing behind Heather's dildo, whose head pointed at me. Stepping forward, she knelt down and pressed her crotch against the dildo's testicle base. Her large, sexy eyes went wide and she gasped, and then a look of supreme confidence came over her. Sassie stood up straight, and as she did the penis rose with her like it was a natural part of her body. And although it was nearly as big as her body, she carried it as if it didn't weigh anything at all.  I suddenly became very aware of the handcuffs around my wrists. Sassie looked down at her manly womanhood and licked her lips. The nipples on her little tits were rock-hard, and the dildo began to throb.

"Doggie position. NOW," she commanded, but I was frozen in place. The doll sneered as I stood on my knees, frozen. She grabbed the nearby rope and in a blur of motion tied one end into a noose. "Look up."

Attached to the ceiling was some kind of metal hook that looked large enough to support a rope with a couple of hundred pounds attached to it. "How did you...?"

"Never mind that," she said, throwing the other end of the rope up with uncanny accuracy. The rope went through the hook and dangled back down to the bed. Before I could react, Sassie tossed the noose around my neck, grabbed the other end, and PULLED. The rope closed around my neck, not too tight, but enough for me to realize I was in serious trouble. Sassie raced to the wall, where she'd somehow managed to install an anchor hook for the rope that was just as beefy as the hook in the ceiling. She gave it a little tug, her strength incredible for her size, and I had to stand up straight on my knees to keep comfortable.

"Sassie, please..."

"Too late, asshole," she said, jumping back onto the bed, cock bobbing in front of her. My mind raced. Sassie stood in front of me stroking herself as best she could manage, no doubt savoring the moment before fucking me. At that moment I realized that I was only on my knees, and that if I moved fast enough, I could stand up, grab the noose with my cuffed hands, and get it off of my head. Sassie's eyes were rolling back in her head a little, and I sprang into action.

The doll was caught by surprise, and even though I wobbled a little, I managed to jump up onto my feet. Reaching the noose was another story. No matter how I struggled, I couldn't bring my arms up. Tiny applause came from below.

"Nice going, champ," said Sassie. In a flash, the doll climbed straight up me, loosened the rope, and tossed it away. "I can always put it back." She climbed up my face, and now my exe's dildo, alive and attached to the doll, throbbed against my cheek. She slid it about until the head rested against my lips. I looked up to see Sassie staring back down at me over her tits. Her eyes were wide. "Pucker 'em tight as you can--you won't be able to stop me."

Despite knowing what she was going to do, I closed my lips together hard. Although the doll didn't appear to have any visible leverage, the dildo head began pushing painfully against my lips. Sassie pushed up and back a few times, smashing my lips against my teeth, which seemed to please her.

"I can do this all day," she said, smacking that cock of hers across my nose. "And after I've pulverized you lips, I'll knock your fucking teeth out. And THEN I'll come inside your mouth until you choke." The penis head appeared against my lips again, firmly. I understood the message--do what I want and it'll be better for you. As the penis pushed again, I allowed it to slip into my mouth. I almost retched. Although it tasted and smelled like latex, it throbbed and pulsed like flesh. I let Sassie fuck my mouth that way, gagging often as she slid her thing along my tongue and down the back of my throat. All the while she sneered down at me, muttering -- "my little bitch"..."my girl-cock rules your precious mouth"..."cocksucking whore"...

After an especially deep thrust down my throat, Sassie's penis retreated all the way out, and she then detached herself from my head and landed on the bed. I coughed and spat, relieved that the doll's dick was no longer abusing my gums and throat. I lowered myself onto the bed, muscles aching. Now Sassie was slightly above my eye level, and I could see that the latex testicles had loosened up somewhat were expanding. She sucked on her own cock head, and then stepped up to within a foot of me.

"Do you remember our first date?" she said, penis bobbing out in front of her outrageously proportioned feminine body.

"Date?" I said, realizing a moment too late what she meant.

"You could have at least brought me flowers, you dickhead!"

Hot fluid hit my face, ejected from Sassie's dildo. The little doll wailed as she pumped herself, coating my entire head, neck and shoulders with her goo. With a funny little screech she shot out one more thick wad, and then fell back onto the bed, panting. Thoroughly disgusted, I dry-heaved a few times as I wiped my face against the sheets to try and remove the doll cum from my face. Sassie had a huge smile on her face as she lay on her back, hugging her cock close. I began to slide myself towards the far edge of the bed. If I could just sneak onto the floor while she relished the afterglow...

"Oh no you don't!" 

I felt the rope close around my ankle, and then my body was pulled backward. With my hands still cuffed behind my back, I landed face first on the bed which, despite the cushioning, still hurt. The rope slackened again and Sassie appeared in front of me, dragging her dildo dick with her.

"I'm not done playing," she said. Her tongue flicked out of her mouth and licked some of the cum from my face. "How long does it usually take for it to get hard again? You don't have to answer that--I already know. I'm just going to have have to entertain myself until it does."

Sassie stepped up onto my head, letting her cock slide along me as she went. I felt her drag it all the way down my back, and then she was between my legs. Her little arms pried apart my ass cheeks, and I felt her tongue at my hole again.

"You're going to have to admit that you like this," she said, pushing her tongue into me and spreading her lubricating cum. I felt a jolt of pleasure as she nicked my prostate, and then she was back out. "Come on, bitch. Tell me you like it." It did feel good. But I wasn't going to give her the satisfaction of hearing it from me. And I was tired of being the doll's toy.

"Fuck you, you slutty little doll," I said, no longer caring what would happen. I squeezed my legs together with all the strength I could muster, and I could feel her plastic head crushing between them.

"AAH! You shithead!" she yelled, but I kept squeezing. Her little arms scraped and pushed, but her supernatural strength seemed to have taken a vacation. I squeezed until her head was nearly flat, and her yelling subsided. Then she stopped moving.

After another minute I released my legs, exhausted. Sitting up, I looked down at the bed and saw what my legs had done to the doll. Not only was her face contorted into a grotesque expression, but her arms and legs were twisted in different directions. The dildo, no longer fused to her, lay next to her. Hurriedly, I got up and searched the room, found the handcuff keys, and freed my wrists. But as I rubbed them, I heard I sound from the bed. 

Crying.

Despite how I'd treated her, I felt ashamed and even horrified at how I'd acted. After all, it was me who mistreated the doll first. I walked to the bed and looked down. The doll that now only sort of looked like Sassie was trying to stand up, but was so misshapen that it kept tumbling back down onto the bed. Little tears trickled from her crushed head.

"Oh, god, I'm so sorry," I said, reaching down. Was she in pain? Maybe I could fix her...
 
"Get...the...fuck AWAY FROM ME!" shouted Sassie, breaking into new hysterics. I backed off, feeling like a monster. Sassie managed to sit up, and she felt at her head with the one hand that could reach it. "Now you've done it. NOW YOU'VE DONE IT!"

Her twisted lips closed around her thumb, and then her head started to expand again. It was like she was forcing air into herself, and slowly her head began to regain its shape. So too did her body began to twist back to form, though like her face it didn't return to perfect shape. Only one of her eyes appeared to be focusing properly, and it fixed on me with the deepest rage.

"I--I didn't realize I could actually hurt you," I said, drawing no response from the doll.  I had hurt her, all right. Something inside me told me I should run, and I don't know if it was guilt or curiosity, but I stayed right where I was, watching as Sassie blew herself back to size.

Except that she didn't stop growing when she got to her original size--she kept growing. Thumb still in her mouth and cheeks puffed out, Sassie was expanding. First her head would swell, and then her tits, arms, and legs would catch up....now she was the size of a five-year-old...I backed away from the bed...now a half-human-sized doll lay there...her curves were still exaggerated, her head freakishly large...

Until she was just as large as me.

Sassie took her thumb out of her mouth, and with deliberate motions slid off of the bed and stood up next to it, facing me. Her face was still slightly misshapen, and her bratty expression had a menacing quality to it. Sassie looked her body over, noting every crease, dent, and wrinkle that shouldn't have been there. I was amazed by the living plastic creature in front of me, and by how naturally her body moved. Her hips and tits were alluring, and nearly twice the size of a normal woman's. She looked up at me.

Sadness was on her face now, like she was realizing that she'd never be the same again. She looked away. Even though her oversized head was rather creepy, my heart went out to her, and I walked up, put my arms around her as best I could, and hugged her. She began to weep, her huge head against my shoulder. I couldn't help being a bit turned on as she hugged into me. Her breasts practically surrounded me, and I ran my fingers through her very long brown hair.

"It's going to be okay," I said, running my hand up and down her back soothingly. Sassie's crying died down. "I'm sorry, Sassie...everything will be fine."

"I know it will," she said, running her hand down my back. Her touch was more erotic than mine had been, and my penis rose up, ready to seal the deal. "Because I won't let you do anything like that again."

Sassie's hands were feeling me up now, roughly. I squirmed in what became her grasp, and she took her head off my shoulder to face me. The huge, puffy lips were smirking in a "you can never hope to stop me" expression. She began squeezing me against her hard, my head falling into her tits. 

"How do YOU like it, you little shit!" she said as I struggled for breath. Sassie released me and I reeled back from her, breathing hard. The gigantic doll was panting too, but for different reasons. She began to play with herself, diddling at her cunt. "Now then, I think we have unfinished business."

Without looking, Sassie reached over to the bed and grabbed my exe's dildo. All I could manage to say as she hefted it was, "Oh, fuck."

"Oh, fuck is right," she said, placing the penis down onto her crotch. With a slurp, the large dong affixed to her, and she gave a little gasp. "Ohhhh, it feels goooood..." Her eyes were almost completely closed as she stroked her new dick. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth, and a string of drool escaped from one corner of her lips. A glistening string of something else escaped from her dildo dick, which I could see was throbbing.

I began to back away from her towards the door, hoping she was distracted by the feelings being generated by her new maleness. But her eyes popped open, large and wide with animal desire, after I'd taken only two steps. I saw her latex scrotum relax, lower down, and begin to plump up. I glanced back at the door. Sassie flinched as if she was going to jump forward at me, and I jumped back, banging into the door jamb. It hurt. Sassie laughed, cock nodding up and down as her slim but rounded little belly moved with the laughter.

"Go ahead, you piece of shit. RUN!" she snarled. "It'll make it even sweeter for me when I plunge my meat into you."

I was frozen in place. It seemed like she really did want me to make a break for it. Why shouldn't I? If I didn't, she'd definitely have her way with me. But maybe if I didn't resist her...

"I really would run if I were you," she said, massaging one tit. "It might be your only chance to live." She thrust her hips violently, and I pictured the effect it would have on my insides. 

I turned and ran out of the room, hitting my ankle against the door. I was only able to hop once down the hall before she was on me. She shoved me, and as I fell forward she grabbed my arm and swung me into the bathroom. Reeling, I crashed into the vanity but managed to keep my feet. In the wall-length mirror in front of me I saw Sassie appear behind me in all of her splendor: Big, lustful face...Amazonian tits...narrow waist...throbbing cock.

"Don't move," she said, and I knew not to disobey. She just stood there in the doorway for a moment, soaking up my fear. Keeping her eyes fixed on mine in the mirror, she sauntered forward towards me. I braced myself. Her body was against me now, her tits against my back and pushing me to bend over. As I did, I felt her penis slip in between my legs, pulsing. 

"I could have been soooo good to you, baby" said Sassie, sneering. She thrust her hips forward, pressing me uncomfortably against the vanity. Her arms reached forward, pinning me down over the sink. With her left hand she grabbed a tube of toothpaste, and then I felt her squeeze it down into my crack. The dildo-cock's head slid around, spreading the gel paste, coming to rest at my entrance. "What's this?...I think I found a cavity."

My vision went white as Sassie pushed herself inside of me rudely. The toothpaste wasn't an ideal lubricant, and the doll had to thrust several times, jaggedly, to really made it sink in. My senses began to return, and I remember many layers of pain: a searing, burning, ripping feeling...an impossible pressure, like I needed to shit a head of cabbage...and a burning in my throat, probably from the screaming I must have done. 

"Didn't pass out, did you, little bitch?" said Sassie, who now registered in my vision through the mirror. "Don't get me wrong--I'm glad you're awake." Just as I was beginning to get used to her inside me, and a tingling warm pleasure spread through my gut, the penis moved into me even more. This time I was aware of my yelling as a huge pleasure welled up alongside the pain. My cock went rigid. Sassie noticed, and the penis stopped moving.

"Just fucking get on with it!" I yelled. I was ashamed to be at her mercy, and more ashamed that it was giving me pleasure. Sassie pulled me upright by my head. As she did, her cock first rocked back and then pushed in deeper. Pain overwhelmed the pleasure in a fast stab and then settled back down again.

"I'll do whatever the fuck I want," she said. We were both standing straight now, facing the mirror, linked together by her cock. "So maybe it's time for you to SHUT THE HELL UP." 

I watched as Sassie's unnatural tongue slid out from her mouth, and felt it swab roughly at my ear. She washed my whole face with it, sloppily, and I could see every moment as her tongue lined up in front of my mouth, paused, and then darted forward. At the same time, she began fucking my ass, my cries of mixed pleasure and pain muffled by her tongue as it violated my mouth and down my throat.

Sassie grunted and moaned as she fucked me. On one of her longer back strokes I tried to slip away, but she was ready. She pulled out, dropped me face down flat on the floor, and mounted me again. Her tongue slipped out of my mouth, and I had just enough time to gulp in some air before it curled around my neck.

"Nith tly," she said, and I yelled out once more as her thick meat violated me at double speed, slurping and slapping. As her cries of pleasure grew more urgent, her tongue constricted tighter.

"Sassie...please...." was all I could manage to say, face purple, the weight of her on top of me conspiring to choke out my breath. The world began to go dark, and just as I began to ponder eternity, the tongue relaxed as Sassie let out a triumphant, primal yell.

"AAAAAUUUUUGGGGGHHHHHH!"

Inside me she pulsed and spasmed, a sensation combined with new heat that sent me over the edge. I came against my own belly, pressed to the floor, even as I felt Sassie's goo flowing out of my ass. Like a sword out of a scabbard she withdrew, and I felt her hands flip me onto my back. Immediately I felt a hot stream hit my face. Wiping my eyes clear I watched as the oversized doll's penis pumped thick globs all over my naked body. Her large tits bounced around wildly as her entire body was engulfed in orgasm.

And it kept coming. Wave after wave of ejaculate coated me, and I noticed that she was shrinking down with each volley. At last she was back to her normal size, and with one final squeal she fell backwards onto my cum-coated stomach. The dildo detached from her with a loud *pop*,

I lay there panting and sore, coated in the doll's goo but happy to be alive. At long last I sat up against the vanity, and Sassie sat up with me, using my deflated penis as a perch. I didn't know how or why everything had happened, but at that moment I felt completely at ease and unburdened.

"Sassie?"

"Yes?"

"I really am sorry about the way I treated you before."

"I know you are," she said, petting my dick head before hopping off onto the cum-slick bathroom floor. "But if you ever cross me again, I really will kill you."

Something in the way she glared at me, mouth open and bitchy, told me she meant it. After fingering herself twice, she turned and began walking towards the bathroom door. Her little ass and hips swayed like they were bragging.

"Where are you going?" I asked. Turning her head over her shoulder, she smirked.

"I'll give you one guess."

Now we were both smiling wickedly. There was only one person in the world who I'd want to wish Sassie on.

Heather was going to have a grand time.