(Multi-Doll Story) Big-titted anime waifu / High school bully

”Oh my God! No no no!”

The class couldn’t keep a straight face anymore. After Mark Haines came in, and saw that huge, enlarged photo on the blackboard…

Well, it was priceless.

Every single one of us just burst into laughter as he desperately tried to take it down. Good luck. That thing was glued on tight.

The fatso became **** as he was clawing it down with his sweaty palms. What’s the point? All of us saw it already. There was no more face for him to save.

A picture of him hugging his big-titted anime bodypillow while smiling seductively at the camera.

A work of art, if I do say so myself.

“What’s the matter, Mark? Don’t you love her anymore? …Sweetiepie?”

That got his attention. Yes. Sweetiepie.

A nickname I gave him while I was catfishing him. What a stupid moron. Did he really think any girl would be interested in this fat nerd? Oh man he was so ****. It probably took only like a week until he trusted me completely. After that, the rest was easy. As he was telling me about his anime obsession, I just straight up texted “I think bodypillows are so hot!”.

The next thing I knew, that beautiful picture was in my inbox.

Considering I had bullied Mark for years now, and had already made him cry on several occasions, this was a true masterpiece of epic proprtions. The little bitch would probably cry about this for years and develop a complex or something. Haha.

What I did here was so freaking cool, I was bound to become the queen bitch of this whole high school now. That’s right, me, Karen Wayans. Karen the Queen Bitch. I liked the sound of that.

As I was high-fiving my gal pals and everyone kept pointing, mocking and laughing at Mark, he never took his eyes off me.

It was almost scary the way he was focusing on me. The creep.

“Honestly, the mall sucks these days. Shouldn’t we go-“

“Hey, I think the mall is awesome now. The new stores are way better than the old ones. It’s like they get me or something.”

“Oh come on, anybody can get you.”

Malia looked embarrassed. As she should be. Everyone knew she was the school slut.

“No, I say the mall sucks right now. So it sucks, okay?”

Good. Nobody was putting up a fight anymore. It was always cool to see that none of my gal pals didn’t have the guts to challenge my status. Yeah. I had earned the top spot.

The lollipop I was sucking on was starting to lose flavor. It was a cheap one, anway.

“So, I heard Scott is having a party this weekend?” Jaimie asked.

“Ugh. Scott. I’m done with that jock. Let’s ditch his party so it’ll automatically be the lamest in existence!” I snarled, and everybody laughed and agreed. I had the power to make and break everyone in this school now.

What the fuck? Was that Mark the dweeb spying on us around the corner?

“Mark! You fucking perv! Fuck off! Go wank off to your cartoons or something!”

That got him moving. We all laughed again. Man. Making fun of him was still the best pasttime anybody could think of.

Huh. Yeah, the lollipop was all sucked dry now. Time to take it out of my mouth and-

Something happened.

I was somewhere else.

What the fuck? Why was I staring at a ceiling all of a sudden?

Then, a face appeared in my field of vision.

Not a normal face by any means. It was a woman. A ridiculously sexy woman, with purple hair, thick, puffy lips and…

Were those huge things… eyes? Oh my God! What the fuck was going on?

“Welcome to existence, Anko, number 357.” The woman said almost mechanically.

A terrible panic gripped me. I wanted to get up, shout or do something, but I couldn’t! I wasn’t able to do antything! Really? What the Hell was going on here? Was I in an accident or something?

“I’m sure you are panicking right now. We always are. However, I don’t feel like chasing you around the room again as you come to terms with reality. So I’m installing this panic inhibitor into your body. It won’t lessen the feelings, but you’ll act more sensibly.”

What the in the name of fuck was she talking about? I didn’t understand any of that gibberish. And what in God’s name was she? She almost looked like a supermodel if it weren’t for those freaky eyes…

Now she had some sort of technical gadget on her hand, and she lowered herself close to my face. It was really fucking weird, like she was trying to fit it on the back of my head or something. While she did that, her gargantuan boobs kept squishing against my face.

This was horrifying. I don’t know where I was exactly, but I definitely didn’t deserve to get treated like this!

But really? Where was I? Did I black out? Was I hit by a car? I was really scared, I just wanted to cry and…

CLICK

Huh. I didn’t need to cry anymore. I mean I was still freaked out, but… well I guess crying wasn’t that productive? Yeah… Somehow I felt I could keep myself together now.

Finally she got her boobs out of my face and lifted herself up again. Thank Christ. It almost felt like the were glued to my cheek or something.

“I’m granting you access to your limbs now. Stand up.”

All of a sudden, the feeling returned to my arms and legs. Like magic. I still couldn’t speak, but at least this was something.

Did it happen just because she let it happen? But… how?

The first thing I had to do was feel around my body. Was I okay? How did I end up here?

…Wait.

…This wasn’t my body.

My hands stopped as soon as they reached my breasts. These were not breasts. These were fucking huge tit-melons. Like comically huge.

I managed to bend my head a little bit, and the megatits filled my whole field of vision.

I squeezed them in disbelief. What the fuck were these things? Oddly, they felt like they were a part of my body. I mean I could feel them? Did some sick bastard do surgery on me or something? I mean I wasn’t fond of my B-sized tits but didn’t mean I wanted K-sized tits of whatever size these monstrosities were!

Oh and besides that, they were incredibly… sensitive…

Wait! I was naked! Why the fuck was I naked?!

“I don’t want to say it again. Stand up. Now.”

I felt the urgent need to stand up now.

As I did, I grabbed the side of wooden box I was in. Wooden box?

I pulled myself up surprisingly fast, and saw the tiny room I was in. It was filled with other wooden boxes too. Nothing else here, practically speaking. Oh unless you want to talk about the living wet dream standing in front of me.

Now I could see her completely. Her body was molded like the most juvenile fantasy you could think of. Those were probably K-sized tits too. The… same as mine? And her hips were so huge, it’s like they begged to be child-bearing or something. Like a perfect fucking timeglass figure. And those legs… So smooth and dainty. Like I was 0 percent lesbian, but there wasn’t a single person on earth who couldn’t get some sexual pleasure out of staring at her.

And she wore nothing but tiny pink microbikinis and tiny pink thong, couple with pink stilettoes. She was pure porn. No that wasn’t accurate. With that hair and those eyes… It’s like she was…

What’s the word that dweeb always used…

Hentai?

Like she was a living sexcartoon?

“Alright then, number 357. Before we go any further, let me give you the spiel. Number one. The last thing you remember was talking with your girlfriends about dissing Scott Bakerton’s party, right?”

I nodded.

“Do you remember licking a lollipop?”

I nodded. Why? Was that thing poisoned?

“There’s never an easy way to say this. When you threw away that used lollipop stick, Master picked it up. It was full of your DNA. He then sent that DNA to the Love-Doll company, and ordered a doll whose body was his favorite anime character, Anko, and whose mind was yours. So here you are.”

….Um, wait…

“That isn’t the end of it, however. That was 30 years ago. It is now year 2050. During these 30 years, he became a billionaire by successful online trading. During these 30 years, he has made the same love-doll order 357 times now. So you are in fact the 357th Anko with Karen’s mind.”

…

…I was feeling sick all of a sudden…

“So let me give you a tour of his mansion. Always nice to meet my younger, innocent self. I’m the 5th Anko, by the way.”