Magic Shoppe - All Dolled Up (Patreon)

"Welcome to the Magic Shoppe," the tall, thin proprietor announced. "How may I help you today?"

The young woman took a moment to look around the shop in fascination before replying, “I'm wondering if you can.”

“I am sure I have something that will solve whatever dilemma you may have,” the proprietor claimed.

“Well, I'm not sure where to start,” the woman continued in a slightly hushed conspiratorial tone. “My husband has an unusual, um, desire that is impossible for me to satisfy fully.”

“You are referring to some desire in the bedroom, I presume.”

“Yes,” she blushed. “Sometimes he likes for me to pretend to be a, um, an inflatable sex toy during sex. And I find it hard to remain let's call it 'in character' once we reach a certain, um, level of intensity.”

“You are loud in bed, and perhaps rather physical,” the proprietor stated flatly.

“Exactly, yes,” she admitted turning slightly a shade more red.

“But you otherwise don't mind playing along as your husband's blowup doll: basically a thing?”

“At first I thought the idea was a bit insulting. But once I gave it a try – his participation level previous to my giving it a try was somewhat perfunctory. But whenever I pretend to be inanimate for him, he becomes ten times more attentive to my needs. I get really turned on by it now. So, yeah, as strange as it is to say, I'm kind of hoping you can help me become more of a thing when my husband and I are intimate.”

The proprietor nodded. “I have just the thing for you.” He bent down and mumbled a few words she could not hear and stood up holding a cardboard box. It was white, about a foot square and eight inches deep. The top had an oval shaped cellophane covered opening. Printed on the box were the words “Life-like Inflatable Sasha Doll” “Self-Inflating/Self-Storing” “Auto-suction with variable speed control” and other marketing phrases.

“Why do you have an empty box with my name on it?”'

“I just personalized it as I picked it up,” the proprietor explained. “Let me explain how it works.”

* * *

Kevin was surprised when Sasha met him at the door.

“How was your day, Dear?” she asked, taking his coat.

Kevin, though confused, decided to play along, “Good. We should land the Brockbury account by Friday. You seem to be in a good mood.”

“I have a surprise for you upstairs. But I want us to eat dinner before I share it with you.”

“A surprise upstairs?” he asked. “What kind of surprise is it?”

She leaned in close to him and in a sultry voice said, “You'll have to wait.” She punctuated the sentence with a kiss slightly too brief in duration for his liking. Then she turned and sauntered into the kitchen.

He followed her quickly into the kitchen where they ate dinner quickly.

“Clean up the dishes and follow me upstairs in about five minutes.” Sasha requested as she turned to leave the room. Hurrying upstairs, she removed her clothes and put them in the hamper. She quickly applied more eyeshadow, rouge, and lipstick than she usually wore. She opened the box she got from the store earlier and put the box bottom on the hope chest at the foot of their bed. She climbed up next to it, and waited until she could hear him on the staircase. When she could, she stepped into the box bottom and placed the box top on her head.

For a split second she felt very silly until she felt a sinking feeling in her stomach. It was like she was falling for a second and then everything went black.

The next thing she knew, she saw her husband through a piece of cellophane being pulled away from her face. She guessed she was lying down since she could see the ceiling above him. There was a feeling of motion and her body felt like it was unrolling somehow.

“Looks just like you, Dear,” he said looking around the room. He was holding the deflated doll by the neck. He ran a finger across the polyvinyl face.

She would have swooned at the gentleness of that touch if she were three dimensional.

He found a small button on the lower back of the doll and pressed it.

Sasha was surprised how erotic filling with air felt. She would have moaned with pleasure if she could speak.

Kevin balanced the doll on one of its feet. “Rather life-like,” he admitted. He touched the mouth and it easily dropped open revealing the sort of orifice one typically finds in these dolls. Even the other orifices seemed more life-like than typically found in a blowup doll.

“Where are you hiding, Dear?” He called out as he let the doll drop onto the bed.

Sasha wanted to laugh. She also wanted him to get on with it, she was feeling surprisingly turned on by him just tossing her onto the bed like a thing. She thought to herself she should scold him later for just tossing an obviously expensive “toy” around.

Kevin was sure she could not have gotten downstairs without him noticing but he could not find her anywhere upstairs. He returned to the bedroom and as his eyes fell on the doll he wondered to himself, “What if that was actually her?” Almost immediately his cock was erect and trying do all the thinking for him.

As he pulled his pants down he noticed something orange on the doll's left hand. Turning it over, there was a circular, orange sticker with the words “Squeeze me” written on it. Seeing no reason not too, he squeezed the doll's hand.

Sasha's voice started speaking from a hidden speaker in the head of the doll, the doll's mouth remained still. “Kevin, I'm sure you want to have fun with me. Just remember, when you are done grab the big toe on each of my feet and squeeze them at the same time so I can join in your fun.”

While listening to the prerecorded message Kevin lifted the doll's head so he could look at it. From behind the eyes, Sasha saw his hand absentmindedly touching his cock and she longed to touch it, to feel it inside her. What was he waiting for?

He pressed the hand again. This time it spoke in a far more sultry voice, “I only get all dolled up like this for you, Kevin.”

Kevin laughed at the pun and decided he had heard enough. His finger slid down her stomach to her pussy. “She must have had a mold made as this looks exactly like her snatch,” he thought. As he teased its pussy he was surprised when it began to get moist. He pulled his finger out and was amazed to find it smelled just like his wife. The only real difference he could tell between fingering the doll and fingering his wife was the doll did not squirm like his wife did, even if she was pretending to be a sex doll.

By this time his erection was rock hard and he needed release. He stood up by the side of the bed and pushed his cock into the doll's pussy. It was incredibly tight and felt uncannily realistic. He easily pumped in and out of the doll, holding its hips

Sasha was floored by the feeling of his cock in her pussy. It was pure pleasure. Normally the feeling of a cock inside her was thrilling, filling and fulfilling but occasional there would be the slight discomfort of misapplied friction or improper angle. There was no discomfort at all. Everywhere his cock touched her and slid against her was pleasure in her mind. Everywhere his hands touched her skin was pure pleasure too.

He came within a few moments. The intensity of the orgasm surprised him. He pulled out of the doll and was about to set it down on the bed when he accidentally squeezed its left hand.

“If you need that cleaned off, you can put it in my mouth,” flatly intoned the recorded voice.

It shocked Sasha to hear though since she had not recorded a response like that one.

“Oh, really?” He asked. He turned the doll around and rested his dick on the mouth. The mouth dropped open and he pushed his cock inside. The feeling of suction surprised him as did the sense that there was a tongue rubbing against his cock.

Sasha enjoyed having her mouth filled with cock as much as having her pussy filled. But here she could taste his cum and it was like ambrosia, she wanted him to cum so she could taste more of it. And again it was pure pleasure, no discomforting feelings of pressure on her jaw, no gagging sensations. Just pure flavorsome pleasure.

He moaned as he came again because it felt like the doll was sucking it all down, milking him for every last drop of cum. He pulled the head off his cock and put the doll down. He turned and flopped down on the bed next to it, his hand smacking the doll's boob by accident.

Sasha wanted to squeal with pleasure at being smacked in the boob. She realized she wanted him to just squeeze and mash her boobs with his hands, that it would feel awesome. She hadn’t wanted a titfucking so much as she did right now.

Kevin sat up on the bed, looking around, “Where are you hiding Sasha?” He picked up the doll and kissed it on the lips. “Don't you want me to do this to you?” He massages its boobs. “Or this?” He fingered its pussy. “Or maybe that?” He picked the doll up so his mouth was even with the doll's pussy and licked it. “I know you'd like that. Come out from hiding.” He licked it a few more times before putting the doll down. “How does it taste just like her?” he wondered. He got up and went to the bathroom.

Oh, no, don't stop licking me, Sasha wanted to scream out. This was the horniest she had ever felt after sex. She wanted to feel his tongue in her mouth and hers in his mouth. She wanted to jump on top of him and ride him like a bull. She wanted anything but to be laying here unable to do anything.

He returned to the room and picked up the box. There were instructions on it. Squeezing the left hand would give random statements appropriate to the situation. The box also said to squeeze both big toes when finished. He rubbed a finger across her pussy and then squeezed her left hand out of curiosity.

“I'd prefer your tongue down there.”

Oh, yes, yes, I would prefer that, Sasha wanted to tell him.

He lay down next to the doll and wondered, how had it known his finger was not his tongue touching its pussy already. As he thought about this he fell asleep.

Sasha spent the night rather horny with no way to change that feeling. She could not fall asleep no matter how hard she tried to ignore the heightened awareness created by her heightened libido. The night dragged on and on: long periods of frustrated boredom followed by sudden bursts of pleasure caused by him rolling over and knocking into her. As dawn's first light entered the room she was having second thoughts about ever wanting to do this again.

When the alarm went off, he pressed the snooze button a few times before rolling over. Spotting the doll, he picked it up and pushed his morning erection deep into its pussy hole. He slid it up and down on his cock rigorously before cumming inside it.

“Do you know where Sasha is hiding?” he asked the doll. For laughs he squeezed the left hand.

“You should squeeze both my toes.” the doll flatly replied.

He picked the doll up off his cock and flipped it around, grabbed both toes and squeezed them.

Instantly the doll transformed into his wife, her body awkwardly and now heavily sprawled across his body. Before she could speak she emitted a piercing moan as an orgasm wracked her body. She coiled like a spring and the orgasm seemed to rip her in two and then in four and then in eight. It was longer and stronger than any orgasm she had ever experienced.

“Sasha?” He inquired.

“Oh my fucking god,” she finally exclaimed, breathing heavily. “That was so worth it.”

“W-W-What? How?” he stammered.

Sasha kissed him passionately. “Did you like your surprise?”

“I thought I understood my surprise but now I'm confused.” He admitted. “That was you the whole time?”

“Yes, that was me you left hanging all night. You bad boy,” she teased him.

“B-but, I didn't know it was you,” he protested. “I still can't believe it was you.” He grabbed the box. “You were really in this box?”

Sasha laughed as she began telling Kevin about her visit to the Magic Shoppe.

When she finished, he just sat there somewhat stunned. “So if you stepped into the box again, you'd turn into a blow up doll again?”

“You'd like me to do that again, wouldn't you?” she cooed.

“Whenever you are willing,” he admitted.

She got off him and stood up. “Well, I don't think I'd be very effective at work today as a blow up doll. But who knows what will happen tonight,” she said as she closed the bathroom door behind her.

* * *

When Sasha got home from work she found Kevin's car already in the garage. He rarely got home before she did. She parked the car and went inside. She did not find him in the living room, den, or kitchen. She went upstairs and saw the doll box at the end of the bed. It looked different, bigger for some reason.

As she got closer it was obvious something was in the box. Kevin's face was in window atop the box. That knucklehead, she thought. May as well rescue him. Before she opened the box she noticed a sticker on the cover which read: New, voice responses. Squeeze left hand for details.

She opened the box: it was definitely bigger; and removed the deflated Kevin doll. She pressed the button on his neck and he inflated rather quickly. He looked rather the same as he normally did aside from the lack of body hair. His cock was stiff. She touched it and it did not feel inflated so much as it is felt like a dildo.

She was surprised by her pussy reacting positively to the feel of the dildo in her hands. She took off her panties and mounted the doll. She rode the hard cock like a bull rider on a bull. It filled her pussy perfectly, almost better than Kevin normally did. She moaned with each of her thrusts until she felt the orgasm coming. Then she sped up shouting “Yes” with each thrust. As the orgasm rushed over her she could feel something wet flooding into her pussy from the doll.

“You came, too?” She asked. She scooted forward and placed her dripping pussy over his mouth. She lowered his jaw to drip some of the juices into his mouth. She was shocked when what felt like a tongue swept across her pussy. “Oh, that's nice,” she cooed, grinding her pussy against his face. “Not as good as you usually do, but certainly pleasing.”

She casually reached over and squeezed his left hand.

“You taste divine, Sasha,” his voice flatly intoned.

“I still don't understand where these statements I didn't record are coming from,” she announced. After a pause, she squeezed his hand again.

“I had the proprietor make it possible for the doll to talk,” came another flat statement.

“And he made the box bigger so you could fit in it?” she asked then squeezed his hand.

“Yes, my feet are too big for the first box.”

“Are you enjoying being the doll?” she asked. It took her a moment to realize she had not squeezed his hand. “Oops,” she added as she squeezed the hand.

“If my dick were doing something, I'd enjoy it more.”

“Would it have to be doing something?” she teased. She turned around and with her pussy still covering his mouth she took the doll's cock into her mouth. She sucked it for a bit but found the experience ultimately unsatisfying: nothing she did could cause her husband to catch his breath or moan with delight while he was a doll. She tried squeezing his hand while sucking the dildo cock but his monotone pleas of “More” and “Don't stop” were more comical than sensual. Frustrated, she squeezed both his feet and quickly held his dick to her face

Instantly he returned to flesh. He came. And came some more. His cum covered her face in an instant and was running down her chin onto her breasts. “Hope that's what you wanted,” he said grabbing a box of tissues and handing some to her.

She scooped off most of the cum around her mouth and said, “I was going to say that I didn't think I enjoyed having you as a doll as much you enjoyed having me as a doll. But feeling you turn back into a man was hot.” She stopped cleaning her face when it was no longer in danger of getting in her eyes or up her nose. She then rubbed some of it around her breasts then squeezed them together rudely. “I wouldn't mind a good titty fuck if you're up for it.” She got into bed, holding her breasts together.

Kevin's cock twitched to attention and he climbed up over her, straddling her body, pushing his cock in between her boobs. “So sex performed by two breathing humans? How decadent!” He joked.