Bethany the Doll, Part 6 (Patreon)

When Bethany finally crawled out from under Madison's bed, she could tell by the slant of light from the window that the sun was starting to set. She had just spent hours on the bridge of that imaginary spaceship, talking, crying, laughing, opening up. She had been on an emotional roller-coaster ride today, and judging by the sounds of music, laughter and general merriment coming from downstairs, she could only guess that more guests had begun to trickle in while she and her two new friends had been playing make-believe.

Their clothing returned to normal (for a given value thereof) the instant they crawled through the pink curtain of blankets that hung over the sides of Madison's bed. The sleek futuristic uniforms were gone, and Bethany was back in her yellow dolly dress and black Mary-Janes. Madison followed her, once again dressed in her pink tee shirt with the shooting star logo and corduroy jeans. Finally came Cindy, wearing nothing but the bikini top that struggled to contain her breasts, her thick diaper, and a happy, vacuous smile. It was pretty clear that her eloquence and intellect had not survived the transition. Her rear had shrunk from ludicrous down to merely implausible during the interim, but it was clear from one look at her face that she was back in Bimbo mode: happy, horny, and thick as clotted cream.

Bethany could not have described her feelings about what was about to unfold. Her heart was thumping in her chest, her face was glowing softly, and she found that she could not make her feet sit still on the floor. Excitement and terror are just slightly different flavors of the same emotion. When you've made the decision to dive, the view of from the top of the diving board doesn't look any more comforting.

“Yayyy!” squealed Cindy, clapping her hands. “The party is starting! The party is starting! Let's go! Let's go, letsgo, letso!”

She began jumping up and down and tugging on Madison's shirt. Her breasts joyfully bobbed up and down, ever threatening to break loose from their flimsy blue container.

“Shhh...” whispered Madison, tapping her index finger to her lips. Cindy returned the gesture and compliantly lowered her voice to a soft whisper, but the “Let's Go!” chant kept going, getting faster and faster. Cindy was like a whistling tea kettle: she would make noise or she would explode.

Bethany felt her owner's hands on her hips. She was effortlessly lifted into the air and positioned on Madison's hip. Bethany hugged her back, no longer caring whether she had a choice to do so or not. Madison gently patted her back as she whispered:

“Are you ready to meet all my other friends, Bethany? Are you ready to have a party?” she asked.

Bethany knew that this was the closest that Madison could come to giving her one last chance to chicken out, now that her little girl persona had reasserted itself. In truth, she was tempted. Most of her brain was screaming at her to take the offer. Her ego, her dignity, her sense of decorum, and all her status-consciousness was violently opposed to this idea. But she nodded her head. She knew this was an opportunity that she could not afford to miss. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to make herself relax.

“Ready?” said Madison, over the increasingly intrusive sound of Cindy whispering.

Bethany chuckled, surprising herself. It felt good to release some of the tension. “I'm never gonna be ready for this.”

Madison smirked and shook her head in agreement. She pushed open the door with her butt and carried Bethany out.

From her place on Madison's hip, Bethany could see that a crowd was forming at the bottom of the stairs. The guests were all woman, all smiling and chatting among themselves, and all were dressed for the occasion. Several women were dressed in blue and yellow cheerleader's outfits with pleated skirts, neckerchiefs, and bare midriffs. There were two clowns, one with a pink Afro and a tutu around her waist, and the other with blue pigtails and striped overalls. A nurse, three maids, a pirate, and several more busty woman in bikinis completed the festive gathering. Clara was doing the rounds like a practiced hostess, carrying a tray of canapes and make sure that everyone was properly introduced to everyone else.

The woman in the old-fashioned British maid's uniform spotted the group at the top of the stairs and pointed. “Hey! There they are!”

The entire crowd turned to look. Conversation was abandoned as the collective gaze of the crowd fell on Bethany like a pile of bricks. Madison lifted her up by her hips, so that her feet were about level with Madison's waist. Her head was less than a foot from the ceiling. Her heart skipped a beat.

Cheers went up. Most of the crowd began jumping up and down in excitement.

“Oh my gawd! She's so cute!” screamed one of the Bimbos. A cascade of Oohs and Ahs signaled a general consensus on this point. Everyone was staring at Bethany, and despite the rush of embarrassment and fear that followed, Bethany was amazed to see that everyone liked what they saw. Bethany had never imagined that so many people could be so excited just to see her.

“Hi Everybody!” said Madison. “This is my new Dolly. Her name is Bethany! She wants to meet all of you!”

With that, Madison launched her over the stairs and down into the crowd. Back in the real world, a crane or possibly a catapult would have been necessary, but here, Bethany seemed to weigh no more than half a pound. She soured through the air and landed in the arms of one of the cheerleaders. And just like that, her nerves retreated in shame as the excitement of the evening took her. The guests began passing her around. Everyone wanted a turn holding her, and when they were done they wanted another turn. She was hugged, squeezed, fondled, thrown up in the air, caught, turned upside down, and then hugged some more. Everyone wanted to shake her hand and introduce themselves, and as is traditional at parties such as this, she heard one name after another, and they all flew through her brain and out again without touching the sides. Her embarrassment settled into a warm haze as the ritual continued. The violation of her personal space was repeated until it simply ceased to be. She wasn't a person tonight. She was an adorable new dolly, and anyone and everyone could hold her and touch her as much as they wanted. If someone felt like blowing a raspberry on her flabby tummy or jiggling her butt through her lacey panties, they just would, and that was all there was to it. She had never felt such freedom, such unconditional acceptance before. She found herself grinning and giggling along with the guests as she was tossed lightly from hand to hand.

Eventually, the frantic passing back and forth began to die down, and Bethany found herself once again safe in her owner's arms. The party began to distribute itself across the house as the guests naturally formed into several loose cliques. A knot of conversation formed around Madison, with guests flitting in and out. Hardly anyone addressed Bethany directly. They mostly asked her owner about her. Their favorite topics of conversation were their stories of doing good deeds and meeting the fairy, as well as how they had arrived in this world, and what they had discovered about themselves. It was a relief to hear so many people recount how nervous and frightened they had been when they first arrived here. Many had known exactly what they were into and were delighted to have their various bizarre fantasies realized, but even more had been just like Bethany herself, unaware of how many deep emotional needs and urges were waiting below the surface of their conscious minds, needing only the right stimulus to bring them to the surface. Bethany had started out thinking of the other women who inhabited this strange realm as weirdos, but she was becoming increasingly aware that she was among her own kind here.

Apropos of nothing that had been said, Cindy suddenly ran up and shook Bethany by the arm. “Hey Bethany!” said Cindy excitedly . “My brain is getting too big! Can you play with my boobies so I can just be a dumb, horny, slut some more?”

Bethany gave an exasperated sigh, but she cupped the already sizable breasts in her hands and began bopping them back an forth, up and down, feeling their weight slowly increase as more of Cindy's mind was turned back into soft, jiggly flesh. She didn't stop until a thin trail of drool began seeping from the corner of Cindy's mouth.

“There!” said Bethany. It almost felt like someone else was talking through her.“Now, go be a good little moron!”

That was something that she would never have said in her normal life. She didn't enjoy being mean, but it felt good to say something so clearly inappropriate out loud. She felt like she was dreaming, floating through a world where consequences didn't exist. For her part, Cindy just stood and stared at her own expanded cleavage, so Madison took the liberty of turning her around and giving her an affectionate slap on her diapered rear. She wandered off in the direction of the couch, where several of her fellow Bimbos had begun making out with reckless abandon. They let her join in of course, but not before a good round of laughing at her for being in diapers. She laughed along with them, although she was clearly too dumb now to comprehend what was so funny.

Some guests arrived late. A woman in Daisy Dukes with platform sandals and sunglasses in her poofy hair came strutting through the door just as the party was starting to slow down. On a pink leash she led a woman who was walking on all fours. She had doggy ears on her headband, her nose was painted black, and her tongue hung over her chin as she panted. Her collar clearly marked her as Fido. The woman pulled a large lollipop from her mouth and announced to the room: “Sooooo sorry I'm late, you guys! Fido took a tinkle right on my brand new rug, and then I was like, trying to keep it from staining, and I heard baking soda is supposed to, like...like, you know what? Never mind. Where's that new dolly?” Bethany was then treated to a fresh round of cuddling. Tiffany, as her name turned out to be, seemed to enjoy tickling Bethany, while Fido sniffed curiously at her rear. Bethany simply laughed uproariously until they were satisfied. She could feel herself starting to truly relax and enjoy the attention.

Later, another cheerleader, apparently from the same squad, came in the door. Behind her, she dragged a fully-uniformed police officer, who was hanging her head in shame. Her hands were cuffed behind her, presumably by her own handcuffs, her cheeks were full, and a small piece of paper was peeking out of her mouth. The other cheerleaders gathered around to find out what had happened.

“Can you believe this little bitch had the nerve to write ME a speeding ticket? Here, open your mouth and show all the nice ladies, Officer Bitchypants!”

The officer reluctantly opened her mouth to show off the document in question. The group took her to the kitchen table to take turns spanking her and giving her wedgies. Bethany almost felt sorry for her, before remembering that this was her fantasy as well. There were no victims here, just people with complimentary desires. The copper badge she wore even read “Officer Bitchypants”.

Finally, once the conversation had begun to slow, the Bimbos had settled into a gently heaving pile, and the cheerleaders had begun forcing the police officer to smoke a large joint, Clara stood on the stairs and clapped her hands. The music turned down (Bethany could not guess whether magic or electronics were responsible), and the crowd turned to look at her.

“Friends, neighbors, honored guests! It is time for the main event!”