Sabrina's Dolls - Alternate Ending (Patron Reward) (Patreon)

[The following story was written as a reward for a patron. Thank you so much for the support!

The following is a Pokemon fanfiction, featuring Sabrina shrinking/transforming other women. The story includes themes of transformation (dolls and food); psychic powers; captivity; vore; nudity/bathing; breast/breastcrush; stoic dom.]

Sabrina examined the cookie with the same cold gaze as always, keen to turn the treat around in her fingers so that Lulu could comprehend. “If existing as my doll is so unbearable, it makes the most sense to convert their being into nutrients for myself,” Sabrina continued, her words keeping Lulu in suspense. Though her handling of the Jaclyn cookie was delicate, she teased putting the head against her lip, as soft as a kiss, but a warning of something more. It drove Lulu into twitches to see her friend brought close to that mouth -- to being devoured. “Jaclyn stood against me and dared to challenge my power. This should be a suitable use for her then… Digested, turned into fuel that will only make me stronger…”

Lulu shivered to her knees, bowing her head low but never able to break away from what she observed. She prayed that Sabrina might hesitate, reconsider, but when the psychic revealed her front teeth, with her head turned upwards into a dominant angle, her breaths blowing away dust of crumbs-- Lulu’s arms sprung forward, “Don’t! D-Don’t eat her, Sabrina, pl-please–”

An invisible energy spiked in the room, a sensation like a breath taken away from Lulu. Sabrina’s stare was heart-piercing; “You will not tell me what to do,” she stated flatly. “No one can tell me what to do…”

If that intensity had not paused Lulu before, then Sabrina’s tone instantly would have. Always had Lulu known her classmate, through rumors and experience, to be eerily calm and in control of her emotions. It was just a flicker of anger, but the moment left a deep impression in Lulu, a glimpse of what lay underneath that glacial surface of a personality. Truly, Lulu thought it was almost embarrassing to hear Sabrina act out – a hint of a tantrum, from someone spoiled not getting their way.

Immature or not, Lulu realized both herself and Jaclyn were at the mercy of that behavior. She choked and stiffened according to Sabrina, but the psychic’s judgment had been determined, and after easing her glare from Lulu, her mouth opened again. Without hesitation, the head of the Jaclyn cookie was placed onto her tongue, her neck bitten by soft lips. Lulu flinched, and like a trigger– crrk! Sabrina snapped the confection, holding the headless half while she mildly chewed that in her mouth.

Lulu gasped, nearly falling faint over what she saw. Though the act of eating appeared innocent in passing, she was burdened with the grim knowledge that what she witnessed was a true loss of life. Her friend’s story, infamously upstart and eager, had been humiliatingly concluded, her existence diminished to a miserable shape and sentenced to a demeaning end. By the time the depth of the situation struck Lulu, she was then watching the rest of Jaclyn be devoured, her frosted body disappearing behind emotionless lips; from one cheek to the next, Jaclyn was broken apart and made into mush, machine-like teeth processing her into a near-liquid state from which she was then effortless to swallow. In her despair, Lulu keenly sought the remnants of her friend, only to see Sabrina dully erasing even those details with her tongue: no crumb left speckled on her lips, no paste left unswallowed in her teeth.

Yet, after seemingly sating her appetite, Sabrina then scowled. “Look at what you’ve made me do,” she said disappointedly. Lulu staggered backwards, but her body was allowed no farther; she fell to her knees and hands, as if pushed from behind, made to look up at Sabrina. “A precious piece of my collection is gone – so I will have you replace it.”

Where Lulu would have pleaded, she found herself voiceless and the world expanding around her. Dimly, she remembered Jaclyn, dwelling on how she let her down – lulled into a false sense of confidence, falling prey to the same powers that claimed her companion. Her body stiffened and shrunk, transforming into the properties of a plastic doll, unable to resist the supernatural phenomenon. Within seconds, the world around her had warped into nightmarish proportions, but most striking of all was the league of Sabrina’s height, as supreme as her character. Lulu panicked with the urge to run, but her doll body was lifeless – motionless, until Sabrina willed her into the air by mind alone.

“Tch… Not as cute as the other,” Sabrina scoffed, her tone notably indirect – spoken to herself, as if no one was longer in the room. It was her only comment towards what she mentally dragged from off the floor, stoically scanning the limp figure that she had made of Lulu – an exact replica, down to her trendy clothes and winded hair. The toy was then taken by the waist into an uncaring fist, turned and tilted while Sabrina left the bedroom to return to her routine.

Though the household had become emptily quiet again, Lulu’s head raged with her worries, unspared the mercy of being a mindless shell. She was fully aware of her little body being brought along with Sabrina, able to feel the vibrations of each footstep’s impact; her thoughts screamed, This can’t be happening! I-I don’t deserve this…! Pl-Please, turn me back, Sabrina! Where are we going?! S-Sabrina, I’m scared, please…!

Sabrina intentionally left her in the unknown, as there was nothing nefarious of where they were headed: a spacious bathing room, pre-heated as scheduled. Nothing would interrupt that tranquil part of her day, even when hosting company; more than usual did she desire that relief, for she had caught herself acting impulsively out of anger. Sabrina’s glare was particularly sharp as it needled through Lulu and her dollish features, blaming her for raising her temper. Some additional punishment was warranted, the psychic decided, but for the meantime, she wanted to press the powerlessness of her guest, to make Lulu comprehend her abysmal place beneath her.

Lulu continued to cry with questions as she was seated atop a shelf, situated between stacks of clean towels. Learning that she was in a bathing room did not ease her anxiety, still faced with the cryptic presence of a towering Sabrina. She begged the psychic for a second chance, but her plight went entirely ignored. Sabrina instead proceeded to undress, unfastening the buttons of her clothes and the laces of her boots; one article at a time, she stripped into unabashed nudity, always in view of her guest’s paralyzed perspective but never addressing her. With each layer removed, she successfully belittled Lulu’s weary mind, taunting her with a magnificent body that she had no choice but to stare into.

After a moment of contemplation, Sabrina turned to the bath, bending low to stroke the surface; her naked ass pointed mockingly at Lulu, leaving her to guess if the gesture was purposeful or merely passively insulting. Sabrina then stepped into the warm water, gently kneeling into her allotted place, where the curvature of the tub welcomed her back and shoulders. Her straight hair pooled evenly atop the surface as she reclined, gradually untensing her muscles and monitoring her breathing – a long inhale, followed by a long exhale, a breath that steadily pushed aside steam. The past week had been particularly exhaustive with her psychic training, and thus why she had so little patience for Jaclyn and Lulu. Those confrontations were evidence of instability; the hot bath was meant to rebalance her emotions, a chance to reset.

For some few minutes, Sabrina achieved that elation, soaking in the water and allowing her mind to settle. Though Lulu raged and fumed, the psychic could selectively pick when she heard her victim, and thus chose to ignore her; as far as it mattered to her, Lulu was just a plain doll sitting on the towel rack, a motionless observer with nowhere else to look. Stuck with a plastic smile and limp limbs, there was a certain peace that Sabrina inferred from the toy, but when tested her curiosity by opening her mind, she was alarmed by the incessant crying – her name being yelled by Lulu, demands of being returned to normal, threats that she would not get away with what she had done. Rather than dismiss the voice with just a thought, another impulse jumped inside of Sabrina, a reaction to dole punishment onto whoever underestimated her power.

Telekinesis grabbed Lulu without warning, jolting her up off the towel rack, her limbs dangling down without strength. The soul within the toy gasped and stuttered, S-Sabrina, no– I’m sorry, sorry, pl-please forgive me! She drifted across the room at a crawling pace, her perspective tilted and unable to adjust, but Lulu sensed well that she was being taken to where the psychic bathed. I-I’ll be quiet, she begged, just d-don’t hurt me!! I-I can’t move, Sabrina, th-this isn’t funny…!

Whims of force postured the doll up-right, with her hands and feet pulled out in an X shape. Sabrina was completely unmoving, even her glare held solidly forward while her mind worked to manipulate the object – an intricate act that she had honed into an effortless expression of will. As huge as she appeared to Lulu, her stillness came across as majestic; like a temple in a lake, Sabrina exerted significance, seated like a monument that Lulu felt compelled to kneel to, regardless that it was a woman’s body in bath water. She thought to pray for her forgiveness, but when her voice peeped–

“Enough,” Sabrina demanded cuttingly, spoken both aloud and telepathically. The water that was level with her breasts rippled evenly from the effect of her tone; “Your pathetic mewling to be changed back is preventing me from relaxing. I had assumed you would be grateful to live as a doll, after what I did to Jaclyn, but it appears my generosity was wasted – clearly your wish to be reunited with your friend goes beyond rationality.”

N-N-No, Sabrina! Don’t! Lulu panicked, quiet at first, then rambling into loudness. I-I’ll be your doll! I’ll be a quiet doll, st-starting now…! I didn’t know, Sabrina, I-I’m sorry–

“Don’t apologize,” Sabrina asserted; her glare narrowed even tighter, pupils glowing with energy. “I shouldn’t have expected better from someone so weak. Now,” her eyes closed fully, “become… useful.”

Lulu groaned as a strange sensation took over, more obtuse than her transformation into a plastic doll. Her voice cracked into an aimless scream as her existence was changed once more, becoming something with even less autonomy, less humanity. The characteristics that defined Lulu as a doll were flattened and simplified, her size shrunken even smaller than she was; she was more fragile than before, suddenly with more reason to be terrified of the water she was levitated above. The transformation had reduced her to the miserable existence of a baked cookie, just as had been the fate of Jaclyn.

Sabrina’s expression had undarkened slightly, tilted up from its focused angle so that she could observe the treat she had created. Lulu’s shrieking had dwindled to baffled stammers; rather than irk the esper like it had, she found herself enthused with the miserable noises. Sabrina exhaled, savoring the results of another impulsive verdict, the consequence of letting her emotions loose – a dangerous path to tempt herself with, but the reward was deliciously gratifying. If the interloper before her was the cause of such impulses, then it was decided that she deserved to suffer accordingly.

A rare sight flashed in front of Lulu: a smile from someone who never did. It was the last cohesive image to linger in her mind, for in that next moment, the psychic grasp around her cookie body was released, and her perspective plunged dizzyingly down. Sabrina! Noo–!

The sound was dull, that of the crisp treat splashing in the bath, first smacking the surface with its face and then slowly sinking from that point. Lulu was victim to an unfamiliar feeling: her dough body becoming logged with water, gradually deteriorating into a muck-like state. She had no means to change course, only the consciousness to know what was happening to her and her mental ability to scream. Worse than drowning, Lulu was being dissolved, denied the opportunity to exist even as a delectable, decorated cookie. Her frosting-lined features thinned, her color drained, and her structure slumped – she became a disgusting paste, and the torment was not yet over.

Lulu was taken, cupped into a hand and moved through the water. Before she could become totally sludge-like in the bath, Sabrina claimed her one last time, beaching her wet remains onto her body – between her breasts, where the slopes of skin would hold the cookie material steady. Though intending to catch all of Lulu as one messy piece, there was no helping Lulu’s limbs as they dissolved away in the movement, leaving a lesser amount of  cookie washed up onto her chest with a head and face that was barely identifiable.

Slender fingers dug and swirled into the sandy mess as Sabrina explored the results of the transformation. Her plaything had fallen quiet after bubbling out of the water, but a touch up her cookie-spine caused her mental voice to spike. It was almost impressive that she had survived so long, but not enough to get even a blink out of Sabrina, whose cold stare studied Lulu’s condition and compared her to the exact sounds of her screams. There was begging in there, too, but Sabrina had since resolved herself to muting Lulu – permanently. She adjusted herself in the water, careful to not loosen the cookie’s shape any more than it had, crooking her chest so that it was uplifted above the surface. Each breast was cupped into a hand and slowly kneaded, but despite her sensitive approach, the squishing of her fat choked Lulu into protest, her edible body painfully thinned and elongated around the shape of her captor’s cleavage.

I can’t take it…! This can’t be happening…! Lulu wailed, enduring the twisted sensation of her limbs bending unbearably, her torso crushed until it was just about to tear. Beneath her own shrieks, Lulu could only hear Sabrina’s heart pounding with excitement and her lungs filling with amusement – subtle expressions that were never so apparent to anyone else. On the verge of collapse, she begged one final time, hoping to touch Sabrina’s humanity; We were classmates, Sabrina, she reasoned, you don’t have to do this…! I-I can keep it a secret, no one will ever–

The mental voice broke into a formless wail, crumbling apart like the body itself. Sabrina had brought her breasts together, squishing the matter between them into an even weaker, wetter dough. The soul inside was smothered into fading whimpers, her body chewed and dissolved between the psychic’s boobs; Lulu gave a dying breath, but it was blown away by a sigh of satisfaction. Sabrina kneaded and groped, glaring with great enthusiasm at the crumbs and smudges in her cleavage, the paste Lulu had become, splattered not-so-evenly across the two globes. Fingers spread the clay over her nipples, swirled into those points until it was washed away. Gradually, there was less and less of Lulu to savor, but her essence was not lost – it was absorbed by Sabrina, fed into her sexuality. Her stoicism loosened, if only for a moment, to express a trembling lip, twitching fingers, and stimulated eyes; there was a rare smile, tickled when she squeezed her breasts together another time.

Arousal drove Sabrina into a lustful spiral over those soggy remains. From her breasts, she scooped a melted piece of Lulu onto her fingers; her tongue had oozed from her lips, readily laid out to accept the offering. The Academy classmate dissolved under a washing of saliva, her flavor cherished for as little as it lasted, slathered along her teeth and against her cheeks, until the bite was liquid enough to swallow effortlessly. Following that gulp was a moan that surprised even Sabrina, then a bubbly giggle – only that much personality leaked from her before her concentration quieted her, focused on prying all the pleasure she could from the situation. While those same fingers lurked to her cleavage to take another sample of Lulu, others were tasked to her crotch, submerged in the bath water and between her legs; the digits danced and swirled while the cookie mush was processed in her mouth, bizarre rituals of Sabrina’s shameless masturbation.

After some restless minutes to herself, Sabrina stirred in the bath, chirping with reserved moans that built up into a well-earned sigh. With that exhale, she sunk deeper into the tub, tingling with electric lingerings of her arousal; despite the supernatural stunts that allowed her to transform a classmate into a cookie, what was most miraculous to Sabrina was her persistent smile, an expression that lived longer than it ever had in her adult life. Her fingertips, stained with frosting colors, reached out of the water to trace that grin, small as it may have been between her blushed cheeks – it was a real smile, evidence that she could be happy after all.

For so long, I’ve warded myself from temptation, Sabrina meditated, spinning thoughts of her philosophy while she dug crumbs out from under her nails. Have I been hiding myself from something incredible…? Have I been taught to restrict myself for the sake of others…? Her giggle skimmed the surface of her bath. Perhaps I should tap into these impulses more often… and discover what more within me can be unlocked…~