Cat’s Dolls: A Ted’s Doll Bonus Story

Ted's Dolls was meant to be an anthology series of doll transformations. But the continuity has become very important. Please read them in the suggested order as found in this gallery on deviantArt or as listed on my Patreon.

Cat is Ted’s younger sister, only by a year. She loves turning herself into a doll but has been told she needs to practice her craft more. This story takes place mostly over Winter break.

“Can you do that to me?” Melanie said.

“Are you sure?” Cat said.

“Sure. You did it to yourself at the Halloween party a few weeks ago. It was cool how you were just plastic the whole time.”

“Cool?” Patrine said.

“It’s boring, Mel,” Heidi said.

“It is,” Patrine said.

“You both have done it?”

“Yeah, I’m surprised Cat hasn’t asked you to be her practice dummy.”

“Practice doll! And I can’t help it if I need volunteers to practice my magic.”

“It wouldn’t be so bad if someone were doing something with us,” Patrine said.

“Or to us,” Heidi said.

“Doing what?” Mel said.

“Merigold told me your brother would turn folks into…,” Patrine’s voice dropped to a whisper, “Sex dolls.”

“No way?” Heidi said.

“Did he?” Melanie said.

Cat nodded almost imperceptibly.

“OH EM GEE!”

People at the school cafeteria tables surrounding the ladies were staring after Melanie’s outburst.

“Why didn’t you do that to us?” Heidi said.

“I… did,” Cat said. “But, I didn’t think you’d appreciate if I played with you.”

“Carl Sanders could do me.”

The other girls just stared at Patrine.

“If he were there,” she continued.

“You want to be a doll offered to Carl for… use?”

“Now that would be so cool.”

“Your brother does this? To who?”

“Whom?”

“Don’t correct my grammar needlessly.”

“The women he goes to college with. He charges money to whomever is renting the doll.”

“He’s a pimp?” Heidi said.

“As he says, doll aren’t people. No people, no prostitutes.”

“We should do this,” Melanie said.

“Do what?”

“Have a doll party. Invite some guys.”

“You dirty girl,” Patrine said.

“You can’t wait,” Heidi said.

“Didn’t say I wasn’t a dirty girl.”

“Whoa, you’re asking me to turn you into dolls so guys can….”

“Fuck us,” Patrine said.

“Fuck us,” Heidi said and nodded vehemently.

“I’m down,” Melanie said.

“Of course.”

“Why would this be a bad idea?” Patrine said.

“We’re all eighteen.”

“Okay, okay. My Mom would…” Cat started and stopped. “No, she hasn’t said anything to Ted about it. Dad is probably bothered by the idea far more than Mom is.”

“This weekend. We can probably get more women to join us as dolls.”

“Where?”

“Once we tell Stewart, he’ll offer his house, I’m sure. There are parties there every other weekend.”

“Slow down, girls,” Cat said. “I can’t do it this weekend. There’s no way I can cast the spell for all four of us in less than an hour’s time. I need to build up more stamina and that means I need more practice. And you want to add more dolls?”

“You need to git guud,” Patrine said.

“That was why I asked you in the first place. Now, you’re putting me on the spot.”

“Sorry. So, next weekend?”

“How about over winter break? And you all have to promise to let me doll you several times a week before we ever go public with the idea. I need to practice turning multiple people in rapid succession.”

“Okay.”

“Fine.”

“We’re in.”

“Do us after school today.”

Heidi giggled. Under her breath she said, “Do us.”

“I don’t know if I can do you all at once,” Cat said. “And stop giggling at the phrase ‘do us’.”

“It’s funny. And a little dirty,” Heidi said.

“You need to find out, Cat. Quick.”

“And the answer has to be you can.”

“Yeah. The answer has to be ‘You can do us.’” More giggles.

* * *

Over the next several weeks, Cat practiced the two things she needed to get good at in order to have a party: spells that automatically dismiss themselves and casting multiple spells in a short period of time. Cat’s friends would gather at someone’s home and be turned into dolls by Cat. Setting an automatic dismissal was far more draining than casting a transformation into a doll and a second transformation to restore human form. As December began, she was able to transform two of her friends within a few minutes of one another without knocking herself out. But, automatics restoration still held her back.

They were practicing at Cat’s home a week after Thanksgiving. Libby, Cat’s seven years old sister, watched from the doorway as Cat transformed Heidi into a life-sized doll. Melanie saw Libby at the doorway. “Can you cast spells?”

“I’m not allowed to.”

“What’s up, Lib?”

“How about turning her into a doll for me like Ted showed you?”

“For you?”

“Doll sized,” Libby said, hold her hands about a foot apart.

“Doll sized? For real?” Melanie said. “You can do that, too?”

“I only learned that a week ago. I’ve only ever cast that on myself,” Cat said.

“Do me,” Melanie said. “I’d like to spend a couple hours with Libby.”

“Yay!”

“You have to take your clothes off.”

“I’ll be right back,” Libby said and ran off to her room.

“I do?”

“Yeah, I can’t shrink the clothes. You okay with ending up naked?”

“Sure. I’ll be a doll. And the whole point of this is sex, isn’t it?”

“You sure?” Patrine said.

Libby was standing in the doorway again.

“I’m sure Libby knows how to play nice with a doll.”

“Do you want to wear this or this?” She held up a faux-sequined gown in one hand and a slinky, faux-velvet red dress in the other.”

“That has to be the best part. If I’m going to gala, the silver dress. Otherwise the red one.”

She handed both dresses to Patrine. “Okay. I’ll come back when you’re ready.” She left.

Melanie took her clothes off.

Cat said, “This is a more difficult spell. So, it might be a good thing. I should shrink Melanie and then you, Patrine.”

“I’m gonna be a small doll, too?”

“It would be better for my practice if you ended up as a small doll.”

“Fine. Let me disrobe.”

Cat cast the spell on Melanie. Melanie froze in place. As she began shrinking in size, Patrine finished getting undressed. “Can you do it to me now?”

“I think so.”

With effort, the spell took effect on Patrine.

Libby returned shortly. Cat was putting the sequinned dress on Patrine. “You should do yourself, too, if you’re trying to improve your stamina.”

“You’ve been listening to Ted?” Cat said.

“Dad. Last week when you learned how to do this from Ted, Dad gave you a lecture on stamina.”

“Were you listening in?”

“It’s the only way I get any magic instruction.”

“You can’t cast spells yet, Libby. You don’t need instruction.”

“I just like to know.” Cat didn’t notice Libby rolling her eyes. “Are you going to do yourself? What about Heidi?”

“I should try to shrink her.”

“You should.”

“You just want to play with the four of us.”

“So?”

Cat broke out in a sweat. “I…”

“Are you okay?”

The doll that was Heidi began to shrink.

“I need to lie down. When the girls are finished changing you can play with them. They should automatically restore in a few hours. I should have known better than to do both the shrinking and the auto-restoration.”

“Yay. Oh?” Libby rushed over to the bed and kissed her sister’s forehead. “Thanks, Cat. You rest up. You’ll be doing all four of you in no time.”

* * *

Libby spent many future afternoons playing with her four part-time dolls. One afternoon, her mother entered her room. “Did you forget you have to go to the pediatrician today?”

“Oh, poo.”

“Language.”

“I just got my dolls.”

“Are those Cat and her friends?”

“Yes.”

“Why are all those girls your dolls?”

“Cat is learning stamina.”

“And she convinced her friends to let you play with them?”

“Shrinking takes her more effect, from what I understand. Shrinking and dolling help her build up her strength. And since being a doll for most people is boring, getting played with makes it more fun for them and for me.”

“Did you put that idea in Cat’s head?”

“Not at first. I think Melanie did.” She held up one of the dolls. “I wasn’t going to complain.”

“Does Cat have to turn back to turn them back?”

“No, she’s been practicing ottorestration. Otto…”

“Auto-restoration?”

“That. The spell turns them back by itself.”

“I’m not a wizard. But, I am surrounded by them. Well, I’m sorry girls. I have to take away your source of fun. Libby, put the dolls on Cat’s bed and let’s go.”

“Okay.”

As she set each doll down a safe distance apart for when their spells dismissed themselves, she squeezed each of their hands. In turn, they each said. “Hi, my name is…” and their name. Another squeeze made them say, “I’m Libby’s favorite toy.”

  *

The girls were disappointed when they found out Cat was going to be a Christmas tree for a few weeks. Libby was also disappointed because she had expected to get to play with Cat and Paris while Ted was home for Winter break.

Cat had told the girls they’d resume practice when high school classes resumed the first week of January. Two weeks after returning to school, Cat was surprised when a guy called out to her while students were moving between classes. “Hey, Cat.”

She turned around and was face-to-face with Stewart. He was the coolest guy in school and he wasn’t dating anyone currently. She wasn’t immune to the social power that radiated from him.

“Patrine and Heidi tell me you’re almost ready to do the doll orgy.”

“Orgy?”

“Well, yeah, what else would you call it?”

“No, you’re right. I just hadn’t used that word for it.”

“Great word. Old as the Romans at least. Anyway. I have two dozen guys and a dozen girls lined up for a party this Saturday night. If you can do it then, that would be perfect. I just need to know what you need. I will move mountains to make you have the minimal effort.”

“That’s… that’s nice, I guess.”

“I aim to please.”

“Why more guys than girls?”

“A few of the self-righteous ladies of this high school find the entire concept crass. I’m hoping things go well and when, not if, we do it a second time, the split will be more even. Besides, the guys will need downtime between...”

“Does that dozen number include my friends?”

“I didn’t include you in my count. I’ve heard from Melanie, Patrine, Heidi, Laura, other Laura, Brit, Serena, Erica, Olive, Grace, Jo, Marita, and Arwen. They’re all on board. Oh, and Mark.”

“Mark?”

“Yeah, Mark Hidleman. I have no problems with him being a doll. I’m just not going to be the one who asks you. If he wants it, he can ask himself.”

“Okay. Knowing about Mark, I’m disappointed it’s only him among the guys.”

“Not me. So, can you do it Saturday? Or will we put it off until the party three weeks from now?”

“I couldn’t do that many dolls in one shot. I would need some time between them.”

“How much time?”

“Um… Twenty or thirty minutes at least.”

“Let’s say the party starts at eight,” he said. “At nine, I send you two or three early girls. You can do two or three at once, right?”

“Yeah, maybe four at the beginning, fewer later.”

“Okay, so four girls at nine. How long until I send the next three?”

“Maybe nine thirty.”

“So, then ten, ten-thirty, by eleven, you’d have four plus three or four plus three plus two or three plus you done and perhaps a couple more?”

“That sounds doable.”

“Great. This Saturday, three days from now.”

“I’ll be there and ready.”

He held his hand up for a high five.

She put her arms around his neck and gave him a kiss.

He adapted quickly, kissing her back. “Would you like me to start with you at eleven?”

“Yes,” she whispered.

“You are cute. Done and done. See you Saturday.”

* * *

“What’s up, Cat? You seem very distracted.” Paris said that Friday night. She and Ted were getting ready to go back to the university Saturday. Cat was helping her pack but she spent much of the time wool gazing.

“I just have stuff on my mind.”

“If you want to talk, I’m here.”

“You have to promise you won’t tell Ted. And I don’t mean you tell him and tell him to pretend you didn’t tell him.”

“Okay. I promise.”

She told Paris about the orgy planned for tomorrow night.

“Is this how you convinced your friends to let you practice changing them so often?”

“It wasn’t my idea. Patrine had learned about similar parties Ted had done last year. They convinced me.”

“And now you have stage fright jitters?”

“I guess. What if I can’t do everyone who asks?”

“Oh well. You need to remember that party only happens at your convenience. This is why Ted is so bold. Some say he’s overconfident but as a wizard, he can back it up. And so can you.”

“That helped. Thanks.”

“One last thing. This Stewart fellow, make sure he likes you for you and not because you can change folks. You get all starry-eyed when you talk about him. He may be dreamy. But make sure you’re grounded.”

“I’ll pay attention to that.”

  *

The foursome spent the late afternoon Saturday getting each other dolled up, in the more common meaning, for the party: great hair, great makeup, easily removable attire. Cat had pointed out that according to Ted’s girlfriend, the dolls he rented left his dorm room naked.

They arrived at Stewart’s place on time. The house already felt busy. Music thundered throughout the house. There must have been thirty people there. Some people were there as couples but most people were there stag. There was a buzz in the room when Cat first arrived. People were expecting magic.

She was talking with a friend when she felt herself spun around and a kiss planted on her lips.

“You’re good, right?” Stewart said.

She was lightheaded. She wasn’t sure if it was the spin or the beautiful kiss. “Yeah. What time is it?”

“Quarter to nine. When you’re ready, go up to the master bedroom, you can’t miss it upstairs. I’ll send the first batch of dolls-to-be up.”

“Okay.”

“I left the boxes and a couple markers on the bed. What are they for?”

“Dolls don’t wear clothes,” she said with a wink.

She was alone in the master bedroom twenty minutes later when three girls she didn’t know arrived along with Misty Edwards. Misty was the high school’s head cheerleader the year before and had graduated in Ted’s class.

“This better be good,” one of the girls said.

“Hi, Misty. Are you girls from out of town?”

“We go to college with Misty.”

“You can turn us into sex dolls? Do you know that guy Ted from the app?”

“He’s my brother.”

“She’s the real deal?”

“We’ll find out.”

“You probably want to take your clothes off. Put them in one of the boxes and write you name on the box.”

“Seriously?”

“What’s with the attitude, Misty?”

“Yeah, she’s a wizard. Don’t make her mad.”

“I went to high school with Ted. I could never get an invite to parties like this.”

“Maybe because you were a bitch,” her friends said and laughed.

“Fine. Are you going to do this?”

“You aren’t undressed. Although, maybe I should call Ted and ask him about you.”

“No, no. I’ll get undressed.”

“There’s a story there,” one of her friends said.

“I’ll start with Misty,” Cat said.

“Thanks.”

“She’s just shutting you up.”

Misty froze in place and could not respond.

“She doesn’t look like a doll.”

“It takes a few minutes for the transformation to finish. Who’s next?”

“Before you hit me, I’m Briana, by the way, give me your number,” the girl said holding out her phone. “You’re name is Cat, right? We’ll get her story and you get your brother’s story. We’ll compare notes by text.”

“Sounds good. I know she dated Ted for a little while. I have no idea why she didn’t go to whatever parties Ted had.”

“Now I really want to know the story.”

“Me next,” the other two girls said as Briana fiddled with her phone. Once their transformations were underway, Briana had put her phone back in her purse in one of the boxes.

“Okay. I’m last I guess.”

“But, not least,” Cat said as the spell took hold of Briana.

Cat was relieved that doing these four so quickly hadn’t made her feel tired at all. She left to go have some fun before the next batch.

After the next batch was finished, she was met coming down the stairs by Mark Hidleman coming up. “Can I ask you something, Cat? Privately?”

“Oh, I tried to reach you during the week but I thought you were avoiding me.”

“I kind of was. I figured if I asked at the party, I couldn’t chicken out. And here I am.” He led her into an empty bedroom.

“Okay, ask.”

“Can you turn me into a doll exactly like those girls in the bedroom?”

“Well, yes. But what do you mean by ‘exactly like’?”

“With boobs and an inviting hole down there.”

“You want to be a female doll?”

“Yes. And make my face look different so no one knows it’s me.”

“Sure. I can do that. What’s in it for me?”

“Aw, geeze. What would you want?”

“I don’t know. A favor or two.”

“A favor? What kind of favor?”

“You’ll find out.”

He considered it for less than a second. “Okay. Great. What do I have to do?”

“Strip.”

“Naked?”

“The dolls you saw, were they wearing clothes?”

“I guess not,” he said, reaching to grab his shirt by the waist hem.

“Ma-a-a-arrrk,” she said in a sing-song fashion. “I said strip. Make it interesting.”

He laughed. “And this isn’t the favor?”

“Of course not. There’s music. Do a little dance.”

He did his best. She managed not to laugh at him too much. Once he was naked she was surprised at how big he was. She said, “Damn, you sure you want me to remove that thing?”

“It’ll come back, right?”

She laughed. “I can only take it away from the doll. Anyone you want to look like?”

“Yeah,” he fumbled with his phone and pulled up an image.

“Is she a porn star?”

“She has a ForMyFans site. So, maybe.”

“Okay. Here goes.”

By eleven, she had done fifteen dolls, including her friends. Several women and their partners caught up to her in the hallway and asked to have the girlfriend, or the boyfriend, turned into dolls, too. She did a handful of them as well. When she found Stewart talking to a few of his friends, the party was just a bunch of guys and a couple women hanging out. “Anyone else?”

“Just you.”

“Okay, good. I was starting to get a little tired.”

He put his arm over her shoulder and they kissed. “My room is at the end on the right. I’ll be there in fifteen minutes.”

“Okay.”

He kissed her again and she concentrated on not going weak in the knees as she enjoyed it.

He arrived in the bedroom when he said he would, laughing. She was a doll laying on his bed. “You can hear me, right? I just saw Mark. He’s in love with that chick, Ludmila Kerchenko. Doesn’t shut up about her. It’s a good likeness. Well done.”

He got undressed. “But, I should be paying attention to you. You are a beautiful woman, Cat. And a beautiful doll. Time to pop your doll cherry, I assume.”

He was a bit rough. Cat had no frame of reference for whether he was inexperienced or just not being careful handling her as a doll. She didn’t care either. Once he was inside her, she felt nothing but pleasure from whatever he was doing. Technique was less important than variable friction.

She orgasmed hard before he was done and it lasted for a while. The next thing she knew he had vanished. Had she blissed? Paris and Zoey had told her about that. But she hadn’t realized she would experience it here.

She allowed her mind to drift and was surprised to find another guy, Ralf, already on top of her. As soon as he entered her, she was struck by a wave of pleasure. His quick short thrusts into her caused that wave to become a tsunami of pleasure. She blissed again, once again unaware of when Ralf had left.

Several more guys and one of the women took turns with her. She lost track after losing the ability to count.

When she became aware again, the sun was in her eyes. She wasn’t sure how morning had come so soon. An arm was draped across her chest. She felt amazing. Then she remembered she had over a dozen dolls to restore. She needed to get up. She started her own reverse transformation.

As she transformed she was aware of Stewart’s large hand wrapped around her breast. He squeezed her as her boobs became more real. She slipped out of the bed and started to get dressed. He stirred as she was finishing.

“Hey, great party, Cat.”

“I hope all the dolls say they enjoyed it.”

“You still have to restore them, right?”

“Yeah. I should get started.”

“Go ahead. I’ll follow in a few minutes. I’m a bit spent.”

“I forgot one thing,” she said. “I should have had you make the guys clean us out before restoration.”

“Oh, are you on the pill?”

“Yes. But, we don’t know if all the other dolls are.”

“Okay. Give me a few minutes and we’ll setup a cleaning assembly line.” He got up. She enjoyed the view of his naked body. He noticed her gaze and struck a pose. “You like?”

She laughed. “Focus on the task at hand. Do you think it’ll be hard to get some of the guys to clean the dolls out.”

“Not if they want to attend a party like this again.”

* * *

For days, everyone who was there would ask her when the next party was. All the girls had decided not to tell the guys about blissing. It became a running joke that girls would talk about it and hush up if a guy approached.

Cat was just glad none of the dolls disappeared. More than once, Mark came to her house asking if she could turn him into a doll and deliver it to Ivan’s house. She ended up charging him so he could spend several hours a week as a doll at Ivan’s house.

Stewart asked her out to dinner and a movie the following Friday. It had been a pleasing date and they made out for a while before it ended. She couldn’t decide if making out was better than just being a doll. To find out, she dolled for him the next night after a long make out session. More research was in order, she felt. She was no longer in awe of Stewart. She wasn’t sure yet if she wanted to continue dating him.

The biggest surprise after the party was getting a phone call from Ted on Thursday. Ted had gone back to school the same weekend the party had been held.

“Hey, Cat.”

“Hi, Ted. You never call.”

“Because you’re usually a plastic doll in Libby’s room when I have time to call you.”

“Then why did you call now?”

“Because Mom said Libby complained to her about you not being her doll recently.”

“My friend Melanie is her doll three times a week.” Cat believed Melanie would be Libby’s toy far more often if she wasn’t worried Patrine would make fun of her. And that Heidi would tell jokes about it and giggle at her.

“Usually you also join her. I heard there was a party over the weekend I left for college.”

“You know I don’t go to parties.”

“You went to this one. You were the star of the party.”

“You’re not going to tell Mom, are you?”

“Mom? She won’t care. You should be worried about me telling Dad about you facilitating an orgy.”

“Oh, right. Mom’s cool about it. He’d flip,” Cat said. “Is she like Paris?”

“And you?”

“Me?”

“You don’t enjoy being a doll a lot, Miss Christmas Tree?”

“I do.”

“Sounds like your friend Melanie does, too.”

“She’s far worse than me about it. But, how do you know Mom really likes it?”

“You’ve been a doll that was fucked. Think about how that feels? Mom is probably ten times worse. It’s amazing she’s been human with Dad the three times necessary for us to exist.”

“Ewww.”

“Part of growing up, Catherine, is accepting that your parents have sex. You are living proof of it.”

“Ewww. But, who’s ass did you pull ten times worse from?”

“You haven’t been practicing your attunement skills.”

“Yes, I have,” she said sarcastically.

“How often does Dad cast a dolling spell when he and Mom are alone in their bedroom?”

“How would I know that?”

“You would know if your attunement skill was at the proper level.”

“Fine. I’ll practice.”

“If you need help ask Libby.”

“Libby?”

“She can both attune and block almost without thinking about it. She even knows the answer to my question. Though I don’t know if she truly understands what Mom and Dad do after he casts that spell. She asked Paris why she likes being dolled.”

“How many times do Mom and Dad...?”

“I thought that was ewww.”

“It is but if Libby knows.”

“Then you can find out for yourself and check your answer against hers.”

“That isn’t fair.”

“Learn your craft. Life isn’t fair,” he said. He paused before continuing. “Now, tell me everything about the party.”

“Okay, but first, I need to ask you about Misty Edwards.”

Ted laughed. “Was she at the party? Oh, god, that’s funny. Tell me her friend, what’s her name, Briana? was there, too.”

“Yes. She thinks there more to the story between you and Misty than you two dated.”

“I suppose I can tell you…”