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Dibs: Doll House (Part Two)
🕑 Added 2023-05-29 15:00:01 +0000 UTC“Aww!” Becky coos. “You don’t have to be shy, little dolly!” She reaches down to him and prods him with her finger, pushing him up against the wall of the dollhouse and then gently stroking his body. When her finger reaches his groin he tries with all his strength to push it away, but she easily overpowers him and starts touching his penis.
“Stop it!”
“You are just too cute!” Becky says.
He looks around for somewhere to storm off to but the way they're sitting, their huge legs wall him off almost entirely from running away.
“Look, can I have some clothes please?”
They both burst out laughing.
“Why do you think Becky’s here!” says Amy.
“What…? What do you…”
Suddenly Becky’s huge hand stops harassing him and she turns around to rummage for something behind her. He barely has time to think before Amy snatches him up in her hand, her huge fingers curling around his body and lifting him up to her smirking face. She looks him up and down and licks her lips, her eyes gleaming like she’s about to savour some tasty snack. Why do they both keep looking at him like that?
“Becky’s right, you’re like, super adorable now!”
“I… What are you gonna do to me?!” he says with alarm.
She giggles. “We’re gonna play dress up with you, silly! That’s what little dollies are for!”
“Okay, found it!” says Becky. She scooches closer to Amy, holding an old shoebox labeled “Becky’s Doll Clothes.”
“Yay!” Amy squeals with excitement. “You ready for a little fashion show, cutie?”
“What…! You can’t do this to me!”
“Ooh,” Becky giggles, rifling through the box. “So many cute little outfits to choose from!”
“Let me see,” says Amy, looking over. “Oh this little ballerina outfit is cute!”
“Where the hell is your mom?!” Dan demands, fighting uselessly against Amy’s grip.
“What about this princess dress?” Becky suggests cheerfully.
“Oh my god, cute! But I think that’s from a Barbie.”
“Oh yeah I forgot, our little dolly is a couple of inches too small for Barbie clothes!” Becky ruffles Dan’ hair playfully as she says this. “Poor little dolly! Don’t worry, we’ll find you something super cute to wear!”
“I don’t want to do this!” he shouts.
Neither of them even looks up but Amy says, “Well that’s just too bad, little dolly. Mom put me in charge of you.”
“What!”
They both giggle.
“I… I…” he stammers, speechless.
“Oh my god, what if we make him a little cheerleader?”
Amy squeals excitedly. “That’s perfect! Here, put it on him.”
She drops his struggling body into Becky’s upturned palm.
“You excited, cutie?” Becky nuzzles his tiny body against her nose. “You’re gonna be our little cheerleader! You wanna look pretty in your little skirt just like us?”
“No! Put me down, I…!”
Becky completely ignores his protests, grabbing his ankles between her thumb and forefinger and easily holding his struggling legs together as she slides the tiny pleated skirt onto him.
“What cheer should we make him do?” Amy giggles.
“Ooh, I don’t know…”
He struggles against Becky’s finger but she easily slides the little crop top over his head and arms, then pins each flailing leg in turn to put on bright pink tube socks and little cheer shoes with glittering sparkles. The plastic shoes are slightly too small and far too hard to be comfortable and he winces with pain every time his feet touch down on her palm.
“Oh my god, he’s adorable!” Becky squeals. She picks up his hands between her thumbs and forefingers and makes him dance like a puppet on Amy’s lap.
“Don’t forget your pom poms, little dolly!” Amy says, grabbing tiny pom poms out of the box and holding them up in front of him.
“Hey I’m not some doll for you two brats to play with okay!”
The girls burst out laughing.
“You sure look like a little doll!” says Becky, still holding his hands and making him dance again at the hem of Amy’s skirt.
With his hands trapped above him between Becky’s fingers, he makes a big gesture of using his head to push the pom poms in Amy’s hands away, but her huge fingers don’t even budge. “I’m not doing some stupid cheer for you!”
“What do you think Becky?” Amy says, smirking. “I think our new toy needs a little encouragement.”
“Yeah I think so too.”
“Gimme him for a sec.”
Becky drops him but Amy’s still holding the pom poms. He falls down into the ravine between Amy’s enormous thighs, trying and failing to scramble up their smooth surfaces on his way down.
“Oopsie!” Becky giggles.
He looks up from where he lands and he feels like he’s at the entrance to a warm, humid cave. Amy’s legs tower on either side of him like the walls of a canyon and before him is the all encompassing darkness beneath her skirt. Where her sculpted thighs meet, the smooth ridges of Amy’s pussy lips just barely peek out from the edges of her skimpy pink panties.
He looks up after too long to see her smiling lecherously down at him. “Don’t worry little dolly, we’ll get to that.”
“What? No, I don’t…”
“But first it’s time to play with our new cheerleader doll!”
She reaches for him and he panics and starts running away, wincing with pain because of the glittery plastic cheer shoes but not wanting to waste time by stopping to pry them off. He makes it past her knees and then aims for the door, but hesitates for a second upon seeing Becky’s huge figure in that direction.
