The recipe can wait..

She followed them into the "Employees Only" area—a narrow, dimly lit corridor that smelled of damp cardboard and stale sweat. They entered a small room filled with sacks of sugar and heavy wooden crates. The moment the door clicked shut, the facade vanished. Jimmy turned to the dummy, his eyes darkening. He let out a long, shuddering breath that sounded like a leaking bellows.

"I didn't think you'd come back," he groaned, his voice dripping with a thick, oily lust.

"I spent every night since you left thinking about it. That tight, little, virgin heat... the way you just took it all without a single word. I've had a plenty of gals back in my time, but none of them... none of them felt like you girlie.."

Sally froze in the shadow of a sugar sack. Her cotton limbs trembled.

"You're a dream, girlie. A little, blonde, plump dream."

They seem to be standing in a tight closet area with stocks of candies of every sort and variety. It was a tight space but that's mostly due to the shopkeeper's unnatural body weight. Jimmy reached down and unfastened his trousers. The fabric dropped with a heavy thud, revealing his grotesque, pale girth. His cock sprang forward, a thick, vein-streaked organ with an excessive amount of foreskin that made it look like a bloated, blind worm.

He didn't move toward her immediately. Instead, he sank to the floor, his massive back hitting the wall with a thud that shook the room. He lay there, legs splayed, his stomach heaving.

"Now,"

Jimmy commanded, his voice a low growl.

"The shelves on the lower half are a mess wouldn't you agree? I want em' reorganized.. BUT! It's far too hot in here for those heavy clothes, isn't it that right girlie? Be a cupcake and take off the overalls.."

The dummy didn't hesitate. Its movements were fluid, following the command embedded by Mary. Sally watched from the shadows, her eyes wide. Her real body reached up to the heart-shaped clasp. With a metallic click, the strap fell. Then the other. The denim bib slid down, revealing her breasts. They sprang free with a soft, audible bounce, two magnificent, pale mounds of flesh that seemed to glow in the dim light of the back room. They were perfectly rounded, the tips a delicate, budding pink, straining for attention. As the overalls pooled around her ankles, her body stood there in nothing but the tiny bear-print panties, which sliced deep into the plush curves of her hips.

"Look at em.."

Jimmy whimpered, his voice breaking..

"Perfect.. mm so perfect.. now come here you lil slut. Get to work.."

The dummy sank to its knees. It leaned forward to begin stacking the crates on the bottom shelf, its movements rhythmic and mindless. Because she was leaning over, her breasts hung low, swaying with every movement, the heavy weight of them pulling the skin taut. The shopkeeper was lying flat on his back while underneath her, his obese, sweaty body was as flat as it could make itself to be so that Sally could be leaning just over him as she worked diligently.

Jimmy, however.. didn't wait. He reached up, his fat, calloused fingers wrapping around one of the pale globes. He squeezed hard, his nails digging into the soft, luminous flesh.

"Mmm... so soft. Like those chewy marshmallows i got out there to sell.."

He pulled her breast slowly down toward his mouth and began to suck, his wet, slurping sounds suddenly filled the room. He treated her like a piece of fruit, kneading the other breast with his hand while he gorged himself on the first. Quietly the man enjoyed his feast, sucking and nibbling her defenseless breast like some rabid animal.

Sally, the doll, felt a wave of nausea. She wanted to scream, to run, to tear the man apart with her tiny cotton hands, but she was a prisoner in a toy's body. She could only watch as this man treat her body like a feast. Slowly the minutes pass and he was there, drinking from her breast as if already pregnant with milk.

"Mmh.. ssffhh.. mm.. sluuuuurp.. you're just a doll aint'cha?"

Jimmy whispered, his voice muffled by her flesh.

"Mm.. mmmh.. mm.. y-yeah.. just a pretty— mmmshhff.. quiet little thing for me to play with."

He grew bolder. His hands slid down from her breasts, roaming over the smooth, unblemished expanse of her stomach, feeling the slight curve of her waist. He gripped the waistband of her panties and tugged. The fabric, already too small, gave way easily, sliding down her thighs until she was completely naked. The sight was breathtaking and horrific. Her bubble butt was fully exposed, the two rounded cheeks shimmering like polished marble.

Jimmy let out a guttural groan. He stopped feeding on her breasts and shifted his weight, positioning his engorged cock just inches away from her hips.

"Now," he commanded, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

"Lower yourself. Slowly. I want to feel every single ridge of you swallowing me."

The dummy quietly obeyed.. It shifted its weight, lowering her hips with a mechanical precision. Sally watched as her own body descended. The tip of Jimmy's thick, bumpy cock met the entrance of her tight, once-virgin folds. There was no lubricant, no preparation—only the raw, demanding pressure of his size.

As the dummy sank, the skin of her entrance stretched to the breaking point. The pale flesh turned white, then a deep, angry red as it was **** to accommodate the girth. Jimmy’s head arched back, his eyes rolling into his skull.

"Oh, god... yes... swallow it... take it all, you little bitch..."

The dummy didn't moan. It didn't flinch. It simply continued to sink until the base of his pelvis slammed against her plush rear. He was buried deep, filling her completely, stretching her internal walls until they were thin as parchment. The dummy returned to its task, stacking the crates, but now it did so while impaled. Her round, juicy ass cheeks deformed and pressed deliciously against the fat man's hairy thighs. It was such a sight to behold, a beautiful well developed body being used by such an obscene beast with fat rolls coming out of either side.

Jimmy than began to move.. he didn't thrust violently though! Instead, he used his hands to grip the juicy mounds of her buttocks, lifting her hips up and then driving her back down. His fat, grubby palms would almost disappear when squeezing her plush rear, such an irresistible bubble butt with so much tight young meat that would drive any man insane.

Squelch. Squelch. Squelch.

The sound of their friction was wet and rhythmic..

"I can feel you grippin me.. Ooouhhh!"

Jimmy groaned, his voice a mixture of agony and ecstasy.

"Soooo tight... Mmmh.. it's like you're trying to squeeze the life out of me. I want to stay in here forever. To fill you up until you can't walk. I want you to bear my children, you little blonde doll. I want a whole house full of little things just like you, born from this perfect, tight hole."

His words were vile, a torrent of perversion that made Doll Sally shiver. She watched as his fat, hairy chest heaved with every light thrust. The contrast between them grotesque. He was a mountain of decaying flesh while she was a vision of prime youth and purity. Jimmy’s pace increased. His breaths became short, sharp huffs. He reached up again, grabbing her breasts and pulling them together, squeezing them into a tight cleavage that he pressed his face into. He was panting, his saliva slicking her skin.

"Nghh.. a-almost... Nn.. almost there... ta-take it... take it all!"

He delivered a series of hard, jarring thrusts, his entire body shaking with the effort. His buttocks tensed, and his face contorted into a mask of pure, primal lust. With one final, deep surge, he froze. A low, guttural scream escaped his throat.

Sally watched as his body shuddered. She could almost feel it—the pulsing, the rhythmic explosion of hot, thick seed flooding into her depths. He remained locked inside her, his weight pressing her down, his breath hot against her shoulder. For several minutes, there was silence, save for the sound of his recovering breath.

"Haah.. haah.. g-good girl.." he whispered, his voice now soft, almost affectionate in a predatory way.

"Such a good— Ooouh..!"

It would seem like a little more of that thick syrup-like cum would still be pumping out, his filthy seed simply stirring inside her stomach. Slowly though, he withdrew. The sound of his exit a wet, sliding pop. His body would remain on the ground for a good amount of time, simply relishing on the afterglow as he felt his thick seed leak out from Sally's entrance. After a short while he stood up, his movements sluggish, and looked down at the dummy.

"Keep that seed of mine nice an' deep for me. And.. put your clothes back on. Be seeing ya tomorrow I reckon."

The dummy stood. It reached down, retrieved its panties, and slid them back on. Then the overalls. The heart-shaped clasp clicked back into place. The body turned and marched out of the room, returning to the front of the shop to lock the door for the final time..

Doll Sally didn't move for a long time. She stayed in the shadows, staring at the spot on the floor where the act had occurred. However she didn't have much time to process what happened when seeing her body make its way back to the front. In a panic, Doll Sally scrambled forward leaping and clinging to the leather boot once more, her cotton arms wrapping tight around the laces. As they walked back through the village square toward Mary’s shop, the sun had set, leaving the world in a bruised purple twilight.

Sally clung to the boot, her gaze fixed on the ground. She felt a strange, hollow sensation. She knew that when she returned to her body, she would feel that same heavy, leaking warmth. She knew she would feel the ache in her bones and the stain on her soul. But as the dummy marched forward, steady and mindless, Doll Sally closed her eyes and held on tight. Tonight will be a long night..