Anna wakes up from a weird dream

Anna's eyes open with a loud gasp, to meet with the mattress pressed against her face. She lifts herself up on shaky tired limbs and sees that she's in the same clothes she went to bed, and spent most of her day, in. She goes over to the bathroom, glad she managed to put away her morning routine supplies first.

As she strips down to have a shower, she tries to recall the nightmare she had. In the dream she was assaulted by a weird feeling like a mass of worms climbing over her. she was frozen in place, unable to escape the almost viscous sensations of the tangle of black writhing. Though she can hear something in the blackness, a weird humming. She feels chills as what feels like waves of water splashing across her back, pushing her forward towards the growing sound of girlish humming.

After that, it all becomes a pink blur, and gives Anna a headache trying to recall. After a nice shower, she comes out in her towel, going to the box in the bedroom containing her clean clothing. But, to Anna's surprise, there's three other large boxes surrounding her box marked 'Clothes'. She's pretty sure she only had the clothing box there alone, how'd the box get buried?

Susan is sitting at her creepy desk, finishing off her breakfast, licking the frosting of the cake off her fingers before rubbing them together to begin her 'work'. "Alright now," She says to herself, "Now that I dealt with mom and placed her in the front lawn, now to play with my new toy."

The doll is sitting on the side of the desk, so Susan gave it front-row center in front of her, laying passively as ever with its vacant smile, although is actually naked, and somewhat shiny, like it has been dipped in water. Susan wipes her palm against the black mirror vanity, and the face ripples, replaced by the image of a towel-covered naked Anna looking confusedly at the new boxes in her new room. "let's start with some motor skills, shall we cutie?" Susan said while lifting the doll, talking more to it than Anna in the mirror.

Susan takes the arms of the doll and...

Anna feels a weird sensation in her arms, almost a prickly feeling. Then suddenly, both hands shoot up into the air, suspending her arms above her head. Naturally, Anna is confused by this, she didn't tell her hands to do that. though as she does, the towel falls away, showing off her body to the empty room. Her perky boobs stick out lewdly from her posture, showing off how truly large they were. Anna always had an issue with them, but has a phobia of surgery so she didn't want to try getting them reduced. So she was stuck to stuffing the large DD-cups into a sports bra, for exercise purposes, they didn't exactly need any lift support sticking out from her chest the way her creamy globes do.

Her butt gets uncovered, her own personal shame, and the reason she went into the sports business in the first place. She was born with genetics that gave her a nice round bubble butt, and no matter what exercises she does, it only made it more firm, making it hard for her to find any actual decent pants that weren't baggy or showed off any 'ass cleavage'.

The rest of her body actually benefitted from such a hated posterior, as her effort to get rid of it also heightened the rest of her trim body; A flat stomach, with a hint of ab muscles, toned smooth legs, wide hips (comes with the wide load, unfortunately), slender yet strong arms, and very good muscle control...down there. She had fun in college once or twice, she heard nothing but compliments about her *ahem* muscle control.

Anna tries hard to wrench her arms down, but her body is telling her no. It actually feels like she wants them to stay up, and no matter how hard she tries, she can't 'want' them down again. Her arms then start to move again, moving down to her boobs. Her fiendish hands lift up her bosom, then start playing with them, fast and eagerly, showing them off to nobody in particular. Juggling each one up in turn, slapping them together, jiggling them by her nipples. Anna moans especially at that one. She hates to admit it, but her pink nipples are one of her few most sensitive areas, making her thighs start turning slick with liquid arousal. "Stop it, why can't I control myself?!" Anna shouts at her boobs, directed at her hands. The hands stop after about a minute or two. Then they proceed to change position, one resting on a wide hip, and another tangling into her long blond hair. Then she feels the same sensation shudder through her body from the neck down.

Anna's legs spread out, giving a great view of her shaven pussy, wet from her exertions to her boobs. Suddenly, she feels her hips start moving, first at a slow pace, swinging from side to side, then quickly gyrating, then into a rapid humping motion. Anna burns up in embarrassment from being **** into such a perverse action, trying once again in vain to move her hands, or even the rest of her body.

As quickly as it came, though, the strange hold on her left, making her fall limp onto the floor. Anna just laid on the carpeting there for a moment, wondering what the hell just happened. She picks herself up, thanking to the open air on the ability to move again, and stands up straight, looking around suspiciously, and wondering where the faint smell of cake frosting was coming from.

Susan was laughing to herself, putting the doll back into a neutral position after making the poor woman do a humiliating dance. "Oh, the movement test went great! Now,"Susan gestures over to the far wall behind her, where a garishly colored box sits, sickening the stomachs of anyone whom gazes on the horrible cartoony colors and sinister looking clown plastered on the front. the box shakes a second, and giant white gloves spring out of the box on impossibly long metal tubes, zipping and twirling towards her with small boxes in their mitts. a cartoonish braking sound is heard as they eerily stop in an instant that they meet her reach as she spins to face them on her black office swivel chair... (Um...An eeeevil office swivel chaaiir...?) "We can move on to fix that dress-sense of yours, my dolly-wolly~" she finishes.

she opens one of the boxes, and from inside looks to be a neatly assorted set of doll clothing, just the one she wanted to put on Anna. She snatches the tiny box, and the hands crank back into the 'Toybox' as it says on the top. Susan pulls out the first piece to the new wardrobe and begins dressing the doll.

Anna, starting to feel modest after humping the air in her birthday suit, runs over to the box of clothing. Her body feels the prickles again, this time in her brain, and weird thoughts start coming through to her. She continues anyway, opening the box on top of the clothing box, to reveal a large array of various costumes. All of them ranging towards the slutty variety, and very inappropriate to wear...except one. there was one costume in the pile that screams out to her, making her squeal with delight, and wanting to wear it forever. She takes it out of the box, and starts putting it on...