Dibs: Doll House (Part Four)

Amy raises her eyebrows expectantly, a hint of warning in her voice. “Alright little dolly, any time now, unless you want to be punished again!”

He hesitates again, embarrassingly nervous.

Amy sighs and starts reaching for him. He panics and just starts doing the stupid cheer they made him do before. His feet are killing him with every jumping jack but he knows he’ll be punished if he takes the stupid doll shoes off.

“Gimme a D… Gimme an O….”

They giggle infuriatingly at him, his face burning bright red.

“That’s not how you do that, silly!” says Becky, and she grabs his tiny hands to force him into a particular move.

When she lets him go, he hesitates, not sure what to do.

“Well?” says Amy, tapping him on the nose playfully with her huge pinky finger. It feels like being punched. “Keep going silly!”

He sighs and carries on. They make him do the cheer so many times that he loses count.

Finally, when he’s so exhausted from doing their routine and from their continuous playful prodding, Becky gets a buzz on her phone.

“Oh shoot, we gotta go to cheer practice soon.”

“Aww, okay,” says Amy. “I guess we gotta put our little dolly away. Can I keep your doll clothes?” She giggles mischievously. “I might want to play with him some more later.”

“Aww, without me?” Becky pouts.

“Well like, you can always borrow him!”

Amy picks Dan up and puts him in the dollhouse, carelessly choosing a different bedroom than the one he woke up in. He gets irrationally annoyed, not knowing which rooms he’ll have access to from this room once the dollhouse is closed, not that it matters. Then he snaps out of his exhaustion and remembers the real problem.

“Wait. you’re just gonna leave me in here?”

The girls laugh. Becky has already stood up, and she bends down to tap him playfully on the nose. “Yeah of course, silly! That’s where you live now!”

“Wait… what?! I can’t live in here… What the hell did your mom say?” he demands of Amy, putting his little hands on his hips.

They both laugh again. “I told you, I called mom when you shrank!” Amy says, playfully pushing him down on the plastic bed with a little poke.

He gulps, knowing that Amy’s mom doesn’t care for him much.

“I volunteered to take care of you, little guy! I told her I have a nice little doll house for you in my room and she thought that was a great idea. So basically you’re like, my doll now.”

“What?! No, that can’t be!” he pleads. “This isn’t even a real house! It doesn’t have water, or…” He falters, watching the girls’ faces smiling down at him as his words completely fail to sway them.

“Ooh, I forgot!” Becky chimes in excitedly. She reaches into her box of doll clothes and pulls out a barbie, which is wearing a short pink dress. She leans it against the wall next to him in the little plastic bedroom. “I have another little dolly to keep you company while we’re gone!”

At his size the barbie towers about two feet above him. The sight of it is unnerving, its pretty but unmoving face staring down at him with the same cheerful expression as Amy and Becky. He finds himself shuddering at the idea that even once they finally leave him alone, Barbie will be here to remind him that he’s a toy, even among toys.

“You can’t do this to me!”

Amy shrugs and starts closing the doll house with him inside it, slowly enclosing him in darkness. “Well anyway, we gotta go to cheer so, like, yeah. But I promise I’ll play with you two later.” She says this with a mischievous glint in her eyes.  “See ya little dollies!”

“Everything is made of fucking plastic!” he protests, panicking as the doll house’s walls close in. “This… this bed doesn’t even have blankets! I mean…”

“Aww! Are you gonna be chilly, little guy?”

“Ooh, I have an idea!” Becky chimes in.

He watches with a sinking stomach as Becky slides her bright pink silk panties down her long legs and takes them off. She tosses them onto him.

“These should keep you warm, cutie!”

To him the patch of fabric is enormous and he struggles for an embarrassingly long time to get out from the edge. The girls giggle down at him like they’re watching a kitten try to get out from under a blanket.

He’s had enough. He stands up, hands on his hips, and lets them have it. “You know what, fuck you two!” he shouts, infuriated even further by their complete lack of concern for his anger. “You can’t do this to me! You little brats! How dare you lock me in this fucking doll house and…”

“Hey Becky,” Amy says, easily overpowering his tiny voice with infuriating casualness. “I think our new toy needs to be punished again. Remember how I said you can always borrow my toys?”

Becky giggles down at him. “Yep!”

She squats down and reaches towards him. He scrambles to get away but there’s nowhere to go.

“Aww, it’s okay little guy! I’m gonna take good care of you! Come here!”

To his surprise, her enormous fingers don’t grab him but the edges of her panties. By the time he realizes what she’s doing, it’s too late. She swiftly scoops him up out of the doll house, swept up in the soft silky fabric of her panties.

She holds him up in front of her, just below the hem of her skirt. Amy smiles down at him too, watching him struggle to figure out if he can jump out of the hammock-like fabric. But he looks over the edge and it’s terrifyingly high.

“Why don’t you come to cheer with me, little dolly?”

“I gotta say,” Amy says, smirking down at him. “His routine was pretty sloppy.”

“Yeah, exactly!” Becky says. “Maybe you can learn a few things. Of course, you won’t be able to see much.”

They both giggle as Becky lifts her huge foot and inserts it into the opening to his left, the smooth skin of her leg sliding against him.

“Wait, no! You can’t be serious!”

They giggle down at him as Becky lifts her other foot.

“We’re not serious, silly! We’re just having fun! With our new toy.”

For a moment the way she phrases this gives him hope that they’re just kidding about what they’re about to do. But as Becky’s enormous leg slides past him on the other side, slowly enclosing him as he slides up like a sickening elevator, she giggles.

“This is gonna make cheer practice so much more fun!”

“Oh my god I know, I bet it’s gonna feel amazing.”

Pausing before she pulls her panties all the way on, her pussy looming just above him, Becky looks down at him and says “If you’re a good boy and I can feel your little tongue working, maybe I won’t make you sleep in there tonight.”

Amy smirks down at him. “Honestly I think it’s gonna feel really good either way with his cute little body struggling to get out. Tomorrow when you give him back, he’s gonna spend the day in my butt.”

“Ooh, I wanna try that too!”

“Well like, wait your turn! I’m already letting you keep him for the first night,” Amy says, giving Becky a playful shove.

Becky shrugs, smiling down at her little captive between her legs. “True. Okay cutie! See you tomorrow!”

“Wait, wait! Please, you can’t…”

His protests are muffled as Becky pulls her panties all the way up, trapping him against her soaking wet lips. They seem to embrace him with a gentle suction as if trying to slurp his tiny body in.

He struggles and fights to try and get free but this only seems to make her more wet.

Above him, slightly muffled by her panties, he hears the girls giggling and chatting as they walk downstairs to the car to go to cheer. Infuriatingly, they’re not even talking about him; chatting about something completely unrelated. The worst thing that ever happened to him is just another fun thing they did today.