The Mannequin Situation

"Would you mind taking my closing shift? I've gotta wake up early to take my kids to school tomorrow." Megan said to Jessie.

"Yeah, no prob Meg," Jessie said, "Although I've never actually closed the store before, do I just activate the alarm and lock the door?"

"Yep and you have do a sweep of the store. So, making sure there isn't anyone still there, that all the clothes are folded and that the mannequins are tidy." Meg said, "You are a real life saver."

This was Jessie's second week working a Dalman's clothing store and he desperately needed this job. Thankfully a friend had told him about this gig and how they were having trouble finding people to work there. Jessie didn't get it, the pay was pretty good and honestly, the job wasn't that bad, compared to his old one at Smoothie hut. The Mannequins were a little creepy, but money solved a lot of his problems.

After a long day of dealing with other people complaining about not being able to find anything and complaining about how expensive things were, it was finally closing time. Jessie locked the door and began doing some light cleaning up. He put in some music and tuned out the world as he did so. However, in his zoned-out state, he didn't notice the unfolded shirt on the slick tile ground and slipped, falling hard on the tile floor.

His head was throbbing and his whole body was stiff, so much he felt like he couldn't move. He opened his eyes slowly the bright light making it hard to see anything. But why were the lights on so bright and... why was in such a bizarre pose? Although he could only see his arms from his pose, he recognized the shirt he was wearing. He had only folded it a million times that day. Why was he in the store's clothes? As he looked around, that was the least of his concerns as he saw all of the mannequins were alive and running the store, selling to other mannequin customers. Jessie tried to scream, but his voice was stuck in his throat.

"Oh those pants suit you so well," a mannequin clerk said to a shopper as they tried on a suit. The mannequin's face didn't have a mouth, yet the face shifted as it said.

A store clerk mannequin strutted up to Jessie, its plastic face expressionless. Without warning, the mannequin began changing him, stripping him naked. Jessie felt a rush of panic and humiliation. The mannequin's cold plastic hands moving over his body made him feel so exposed and helpless. The mannequin's hands began unbuckling Jessie's pants, sliding the belt through the pant loops. Pulling the pants down Jessie's knees. That's when he realized he was commando, his cock suddenly exposed to the cold air. The mannequin however paused, staring at Jessie's genitals in confusion. "What the heck is this?" it said, putting a hand on Jessie's cock. "Did they send me a defective one? God, I need to get a better job," he said, picking Jessie up and carrying him into the back room, exposed ass up in the air.

"Where you taking that one?" another clerk asked.

"It's defective, need to fix it." the mannequin carrying Jessie said gruffly. The mannequin plopped Jessie on the table in the maintenance room, looking at the shelves for something. Jessie's heart was pounding in his chest as the mannequin pulled out a box cutter. The mannequin leaned over Jessie, extending the box cutter blade to it's full length, ready to cut. But as the box cutter neared his skin, Jessie felt a rush of adrenaline as his penis began to grow hard in the mannequin's hand. The mannequin paused. "How are you doing that?" as he moved his hand off, a bit of pre-cum began dribbling out. The mannequin was now intrigued, and began to stroke Jessie's dick, fascinated by this new sensation. "Is it like a pump? Why is there a pump on the model?" The mannequin began moving faster, Jacking off Jessie at an alarming rate. "Come on model, show me how much you got in you." Even though Jessie's body was rigid, it trembled as Jessie shot his load, spraying the mannequin's face.

Jessie was terrified and confused, unable to move or speak. The mannequin seemed to have no concept of what sex was. Likely due to having no mouth, dick, or asshole. It simply stared blankly at Jessie. It wiped a finger over its face, playing with Jessie's sperm in his plastic fingers.