Ted's Dolls 32: Ted 4 (Patreon)

If you haven't read any of the Ted's Dolls stories before, you should start with Ted's Dolls 1: Jane.

Ted watched Jane and Emily head back to their own dorm. He said to Richard, “How was it fucking for three days?”

“I don’t really remember much of it. It was a blur. I had never blissed before.”

“Did you bliss immediately?”

“No, at first I was confused and then I could feel the ecstasy coming from Emily and it overwhelmed me.”

“You could feel her ecstasy?”

“Yeah, like we were sharing feelings. I hope she gets better control. I really want to feel that again.”

Ted’s phone indicated a text message had arrived. He ignored it.

“Well, right now, she’s playing with fire. And my casual attitude has not prepared her for life as a wizard. I should probably give her some tutelage.”

“I’ll push her in that direction.”

Ted looked at his phone. “I should respond to this text. See you later, Richard.”

“Take care.”

Ted left Richard’s room and was not fully surprised by who had sent him a text.

* * *

Ted entered Professor Tiddle’s office. She stood as he entered. “You wanted to see me?” He said. He sat down in the chair opposite her desk.

“Ted. Yes, I was told by some of my students that you hired them to paint some mural pieces for your exhibition.” She closed the door to her office and sat down at her desk.

“When you told me you were disappointed none of your students received the grant, the least I could do was employ them to work on my exhibit.”

“Employ?”

“Yes, I’m paying them part of the grant money.”

“That’s fabulous. It’s awfully generous of you to share that money with other students.”

“I have another source of income. Besides, the exhibition would suck without those murals.”

“I would suggest you could share your design with me if you needed a second opinion. I’m sure you know that and since you haven’t shared, you don’t need me.”

“Well, don’t make it sound like I’m tossing you away like an old shoe. That’s the kind of thing they do in the Drama department.”

She laughed. “I was hoping to get a sneak peak.”

“I would ask you to participate but I’m sure you need to be available during Alumni Weekend.”

“No. I don’t. Not really. If you wanted to ask me to participate I would be glad to make myself available…”

“To be turned into a doll and displayed to the campus like a piece of artwork.”

She shuddered. “Yes.” After a moment, she opened her eyes to find the biggest Cheshire grin on Ted’s face. “You’re going to make me ask you.”

“Yes. I am.”

“Ted, I would be indebted to you deeply if you were so kind as to include me in your Exhibition three days from now.”

“Close enough. Although three days isn’t a lot of lead time. Maybe you should have asked me sooner.”

“You could turn me into a doll and use my mouth however you like. Would that sweeten the deal?”

“You would have sex with a student?”

“Certainly not. I would also prefer that students not have sex with dolls in my office. But, I could make an exception for the latter this once.”

“What would Mr. Tiddle say to that?”

“That cuck? He’d probably want to watch.”

“Really? How about you and Mr. Tiddle be my dolls sunset to sunrise on weekdays and all day on weekends for a couple weeks? I can do anything with you both during those times. Fuck you, rent you, ignore you, etc.”

“Only if Mr. Tiddle always has a vagina during those times. And sometimes I have a cock.”

“You don’t get to dictate anything about how you are treated. But, you are welcome to decide how Mr. Tiddle – Steve, isn’t it? – how Steve is treated.”

“You won’t let me bone my cuck? What if you could have us for all of winter break?”

“I will allow you to bone Steve and you both will be mine until February.”

“Deal.”

“Be at my dorm room Monday by five. Sundown starts early this late in the year.”

“Monday?”

“I’m too busy this week for other shenanigans. You’ll spend the weekend in the exhibit.”

* * *

Ted wasn’t sure what he had just done. Nor did he have time to really think about it. He returned to his dorm and made a video call to his grandmother.

“Is that you, Teddy?

“It is, Nana. How are you feeling?”

“I’m fit as fiddle. I was just going to go visit Tilly.”

“Bring me along.”

“Oh, right. I can do that. Let’s go.” She got up and left the house. The garden behind her home was vast. “To whom do I owe a favor for getting you to call?”

“I called you before Thanksgiving and I saw you on Thanksgiving.”

“True, you do reach out to me more than Henry.”

“But, you do owe a woman named Emily for this call.”

“Oh.”

“She turned herself into a doll.”

“She’s a wizard.”

“She is now. She probably doesn’t descend from the Ionescu line. But she doesn’t know any other wizards but me.”

“Good afternoon, Tilly,” Nana said, looking away from the phone. Tilly’s stony visage appeared on Ted’s phone. The left corner of her mouth was turned up to give her face a playful smile and Ted always thought he could see a twinkle in her eyes. “Can you see her, Teddy?”

“I can. Good Day, Aunt Tilly. I promise to stop by before New Years. It’s December sixth today.”

“Did you hear him, Tilly? I’ll just have to hope you did. How does she look, Teddy?”

“Aside from her childhood photographs, she looks the only way I’ve ever known her, Nana.”

“I suppose that’s true.” She sat down in a chair set not far from the statue. “So, about this Emily. What’s her last name and can you get any information about where her family hails from?”

“Scarborough. That’s really all I know. I’ll ask her and get back to you.”

“Scarborough? That name is in one of my books. I’ll find it before you get back to me.”

“It’s a race then, Nana. Good luck.”

“Oh, you. Not everything is a game.”

“It can be.”

“You get that from my brother Bart. He would bet on anything and he’d usually win. People stopped betting with him I think it drove him to drink.”

“You’ve told me about Bart before.”

“And I’ll tell you again many more times. Eventually I won’t be able to and you’ll have to settle with telling the stories yourself.”

“I could ask Tilly.”

“Like she’ll tell you anything.”

* * *

Friday night, Ted was in the gymnasium directing traffic. He had audio technicians from the communications department trying to install a temporary sound system. Carpenters and seamstresses from the set design group of the Drama department were installing backgrounds. The artists from the Art department were making sure the mural panels were laid out in the proper order and right side up.

As each section was completed, Ted had people wheel in the paid volunteers who had been transformed the night before to conserve his not-truly-boundless energy reserves. They were all covered in sheets and once they were set in place, he had the section evacuated so he could take the sheets off. He had closer friends there to help. Friends he knew would not reveal anything about the transformations.

As the last few sections were ready, the volunteers who had not already been transformed were brought in one by one to take their place among the other set pieces. Mr. and Mrs. Tiddle arrived and were brought into a room where nothing else was set up.

“This room is bare,” Professor Tiddle said.

“I didn’t want to ruin the surprise. Stand over there. And you there, Mr. Tiddle.”

“How should we pose?”

“3… 2… 1…  Doesn’t matter.” And they began a transformation process that would take nearly half an hour. These were not simple doll transformations.

As the setup neared completion and many of the production crew were leaving, Ted saw Tamara.

“You look like hell,” she said.

“Pleased to see you, too.”

“You asked me to come here tonight.”

“Yes. The exhibit is ready. I’d like you to go through it and photograph it in its pristine condition. I can trust you not leak any photos to the Internet between now and Sunday, I think.”

“Of course.”

Ted was tired when he finished. Standing by the exit was a maintenance worker. “Ready to lock up?”

“Waitin’ on you, Kid.” They stepped outside and the man put a key in the lock. “That is some impressive shit in there. You make all that?”

“I designed it. Had a lot of help making it.”

“Cool. There you go. Aside from your crew, no one’s getting into the gym until I unlock the doors at ten tomorrow.”

“Thanks a lot.”

* * *

Ted headed over to the auditorium. The show had just ended and the Alumni were slowly exiting. He stood near an exit until he spotted his father. “Dad?”

They met in the middle of the slow tide of people leaving the building. His mother hugged him. “How are you, Theodore?”

“I’m a bit tired. I just finished my exhibit and came to catch you before you went back to the hotel.”

“I heard you called Nana a couple days ago.”

“I’m sure she told you why,” he said as he embraced Catherine.

“Is Emily around?” She said.

“She’s in the exhibit hall at the moment.”

“Of course. How about Jane? I’m guessing she’s part of the exhibit as well.”

“She is.”

“We saw Paris earlier. She said she had to be human this weekend.”

“Yes. We haven’t really seen each other this week. Next week won’t be crazy.”

“Just studying for exams.”

“Just that. Yes.”

* * *

The door to Ted’s dorm room opened slowly. Candles were lit on his desk and along the shelf where the milk crates were stacked. All the crates were empty. The volunteers had stored their clothing in the gymnasium lockers. Smooth, slow jazz played softly in the background.

Paris was on his bed, her face illuminated by her phone. Her body mostly in darkness. White lingerie was easily visible against her unlit skin. She put her phone down on the shelf and gave Ted a come hither gesture with one index finger.

Ted unbuttoned his shirt and let it fall off behind him as he dropped his jeans to the floor. He slipped into bed beside her. Her lips were warm as they pressed against his. Her nipples poked his chest through the thin demi-bra she wore.

His hands ran up her thigh and squeezed her as she pressed herself against him. The kiss turned sloppy and his mouth escaped to suck gently down her neck.

Her hand reached into his boxers and pulled him free of them. She wore stockings and a garter belt, but not panties. She guided him between her thighs. His tip pressed gently against the walls of her womanhood. He didn’t immediately push inside, instead rubbing against the entrance playfully. His teasing stroke ended when she pushed him down and inside her.

They continued in relative silence, the occasional moan or squeak of flesh weaving into the rhythm of the smooth jazz.