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The Doll Emporium

Post by bb-kiwi » Tue May 17, 2022 2:49 am

NOTE: This story contains adult language and in-depth lesbian sex scene descriptions. Reader Discretion Advised. Inspired by the books written by Amber Collins.

PART ONE


“This has to rate high in the definition of Irony”, I thought to myself as I pushed the doorbell button and waited.


This establishment had advertised in the local newspaper about a job opening as an ‘administrative assistant’, and given my ‘attributes’, plus the fact that I really did need a steady job, decided to apply. I was here for my interview.


I had come here after a string of previous jobs I had had fallen through. Not because I was a bad worker, but because my co-workers hadn’t exactly been treating me as a peer. More like an object to be leered at… or worse.


My name is Denise Starkey, but I’m usually called by my nickname of ‘Babs”. And if you saw me in the flesh, you’d understand why. I’m sure that you have all heard about the famous Barbie doll. While my waist and feet size would not be as small-proportioned as the actual doll if one was scaled up to my size, I had a pretty thin waist, a noticeably taller neck than most girls, and long blonde hair. In short, I looked a lot like that famous doll, and that of course got a lot of comments about it heading my way.


Being regarded as a ‘Living Barbie’ was kind of fun at first, but as time wore on it became more and more annoying, particularly by boorish males who wanted me to call them ‘Ken’ – along with the various ‘suggestions’ that want along with it. But despite this, I still refused to alter my appearance. I liked to keep my blonde hair long, wear form-fitting skirts and heels, and to maintain my 38-21-34 figure. It wasn’t hard for me as (a) I had a good metabolism and (b) I loved to exercise. So, my eating a piece of chocolate cake for lunch meant a few extra minutes on the treadmill. It worked out nicely.


Nicely – as in personal appearance, that is. But finding a steady job wasn’t so easy. I had a degree in business administration, but the paternalistic attitude prevalent in the workplace worked against me, particularly with the ‘Barbie’ look. The end result were secretarial jobs in which I didn’t stay long owing to the lack of challenge, the rejection of any advice I had from my employers, and of course the endless number of passes and lewd comments.


I had considered trying modelling, but some of my college friends who had tried that kind of career had advised me against it as they had been pressured to try pornographic modelling, and I was certainly not going to contemplate doing anything of that type! I knew that my Barbie-doll looks would make me a target for that type of thing, and that could not only ruin one's future, but it could also make me a target for legal action by Mattel.


For a while, I tried my hand at waitressing. While the tips were pretty good, the attitude from not only customers but employers made my staying at any one place for too long very unpalatable. That, plus on more than one occasion customers who wanted to make their acquaintances with me more ‘up close and personal’ would hang around and try to ‘persuade’ me to be go out with them. I ended up on more than one occasion having to leave by the back way and quickly get to my car before anyone would see me. It was on a personal level very embarrassing.


In any case, I had found out that my sexual preferences were not for men, but for women. Oh, I had dated men, and had sex with them as well, but the first time that I had dated a woman – a fellow waitress from one of the restaurants I had worked at – it really brought out my sexual ‘inner beast’. Being a lesbian was something that I was not ashamed of, but I still kept my ‘Barbie’ look because I just couldn’t imagine myself being comfortable in anything else.


Anyway, I had been in my apartment looking at the employment section of the local newspaper and I came across this ad:


WANTED: PERSON TO ASSIST IN OFFICE ADMINISTRATION AND CUSTOMER SERVICE AT COLLECTOR’S DOLL EMPORIUM. COLLEGE DEGREE PREFERRED. IF INTERESTED CALL JESSICA MATTHEWS AT 555-110-1018. SERIOUS APPLICATIONS ONLY.


I rolled my eyes at the name of the company but given that I had had enough of being a secretary and a waitress, I decided to call the number.


“Hello”, the voice at the other end of the phone had said, “Collector’s Doll Emporium”.


“Hello”, I replied, “I would like to speak to Ms. Matthews, please”.


“This is she”, the voice replied, “How may I help you?”


“I had read your advertisement for a position in your company”, I replied, “and I’d like to apply for it”.


“Okay”, Ms. Matthews said, “May I ask why would you like to work at the emporium? This facility only deals in collector’s dolls, store dolls, and accessories for both types”.


“Well, Ms. Matthews”, I replied, “I have a college degree in Business Administration, but the only jobs I have been able to land since graduation were either secretarial or waitressing. Your position sounds more to my liking”.


“Tending shop while I work on my collectables is primarily what you would be doing, so customer relations are going to be important. Waitressing may not be quite the experience I’m looking for in that regard”, Ms. Matthews said next.


“Well”, I replied as I looked at myself in the wall mirror, “I may have something that would complement your business nicely”.


“And what is that Ms…?”, Ms. Matthews asked.


“My name is Denise Starkey, Ms. Matthews”, I replied, “but people call me ‘Babs’. That’s because they say that I look like a real-life Barbie doll. That might be a good draw for your business”.


I felt a little bit ashamed at having to use my ‘attributes’ to have a shot at landing the job, but I wanted to give this woman a reason to give me a proper interview. I wanted to show her that I could work as well as I looked. After a few seconds of silence, she spoke again:


“Were you working at the Red Coast Bar and Grill a few weeks ago, Miss Starkey?” she asked.

“Yes, that’s right”, I replied, “Were you there?”


“Yes, I saw your waitressing when I had dinner there, and I remarked to myself that you did indeed look like a Barbie doll. Not so ridiculously proportioned as the actual doll of course, but I was very impressed all the same”.


“Well thank you very much, Ms. Matthews”, I replied.


“I can see your reasoning in regards to customer service, and as you said that you have a degree in business admin, perhaps you are the person that I’m looking for”, she said, “Can you make it for an interview today? Say around three?”


“Yes, I can do that”, I replied. I was not due to go on my waitressing shift until six PM.


“The address is 1313 Peach Creek Boulevard”, she said, “Just ring the doorbell and I’ll let you in. It’s not open on Mondays, so you won’t be interfering with business. We can talk about the job requirements in more detail. All right?”


“Thank you, Ms. Matthews”, I replied.


“See you at three”, Miss Starkey said. “Until then”, she said before hanging up the phone.


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So here I am, three o’clock sharp. I had rung the doorbell, then I heard a ‘click’ as the door opened up. The woman who opened the door was a very pretty brunette about twenty-four years old. She smiled as she looked me over.


“Miss Starkey, I presume”, she said with a smile.


“Yes, Ma’am”, I replied politely. It never hurt to show polite deference to a potential boss.


“You make me sound so old with that title”, she said as she opened the door wider and gestured for me to enter the store, “I prefer informality, so please call me Jessica. I manage this emporium”.


I looked at her as she closed the door. She really was a friendly person.


“In that case, you can call me Babs”, I said as I offered her my hand.


When she touched my hand, I felt like a weird shock had gone through me. It wasn’t an electrical shock, but all the same, it gave me an unexpected jolt. My eyes widened some. I saw that hers had widened as well.


“Are you all right?” she asked me as she let go of my hand.


“Oh, no”, I replied, “I was just taken by your um, friendliness”, I finished with a blush.


“Let’s go into my office”, she gestured, “but first, take a look at the various items that are sold here. That will give you an idea for the clientele we cater for”.


I looked at a number of shelves that had doll displays. These dolls were mostly of the 1/6 scale size associated with Ken and Barbie. But these dolls had beautifully detailed clothes adorning them. Suits, casual clothes, formal dresses, gowns, even bikinis. I was extremely impressed with the intricate detail of the clothing. The shoes and high heels were also highly detailed.


The dolls themselves looked very well-made and their hair looked so fine compared with the hair on the stock Barbie and Ken dolls. A lot of work went into these dolls and their clothes, I realized.


“Those dolls as you can see are mounted on circular plastic bases and protected by the glass tubes, which are treated with a chemical to filter out certain light wavelengths. They are also hermetically sealed and helium gas is pumped in to ensure that the clothes and doll do not deteriorate with age”, Jessica explained.


I nodded at that. Helium was an inert gas and would serve as a counter to the effects of age. The treated glass would also protect the doll’s clothing from fading.


The glass tubes resembled grain silos as they were ‘capped’ with a glass hemisphere. Each of the bases had a serial number. I looked at the prices on the tags and silently whistled.


“You have a market for these?” I asked, “These prices are not for the faint-hearted”.


“There are a lot of serious collectors who buy these types of dolls”, Jessica explained, “The quality of manufacture – not just of the dolls themselves, but the clothing that they wear – makes them well sought-after pieces”.


I nodded at that. The dolls were so variably dressed: casual wear, sportswear, formal wear, wedding attire, swimwear… Nothing was the same. All were unique. And the detailing and quality of the fabric really impressed me. How could so much detailing and precision be put into the clothes, I thought. She must have a lot of state-of-the-art precision tools to do the job.


I was especially taken by a female doll dressed in tennis attire. The tennis racquet it was holding was incredibly detailed. Not just the strings on the racquet itself, but also the brand name on the handle. The tennis ball in the doll’s other hand looked so real in its texture, yet it was the size of a marble. The clothing attire was similarly finely detailed: right down to the buttons and the embroidered tennis club logo on the shirt.


“Yes, I’m particularly proud of that one”, Jessica said.


“It must have been a very small kitten for the catgut used in the racquet strings”, I joked.

She laughed with me, but I thought that I caught something else in her expression when I said, ‘small kitten’. I hoped that she didn’t think I hated cats. She then pointed to another part of the shop.


“That room is devoted to ‘stock’ pieces. You know: like what one would buy at a department store and the like”.


I looked in. There were shelves lined with Barbie dolls, Ken Dolls, Cindy Dolls, and other popular dolls. Even G.I. Joe, I noticed. There were also shelves lined with accessories like clothing, furniture, plastic horses, plastic bicycles, miniature cars. There was also a large doll’s house sitting on the floor with a railing surrounding it. The doll’s house had its roof off so that people could look inside it. I could see that it had doll’s furniture in the various rooms.


“So, you cater for the casual shopper as well”, I commented. She nodded.


“I try to make it appealing for the casual shopper as well as the discerning collector”, she explained, “I get a fair number of customers from both categories”.


After a quick look in the ‘stock’ room, she led me over to a closed door, which she opened.

“Here’s my office”, she said, “please take a seat and we’ll talk about the job”.


The office was well-appointed with an oak desk, a large office chair behind it and two smaller chairs in front of it. There was a bookcase filled with books on one side of the room and a display case with other sealed dolls on display.


Jessica gestured to one of the smaller chairs as she went behind her desk and sat down. I did likewise.


“What I am looking for is a person to tend to the customers whilst I do my work in the workshop out back”, she started to say, “and the person tending shop must be good at balancing the books and keeping inventory at the end of each day, plus helping get the on-line ordered items packed, addressed, and ready to be picked up by the courier the following morning”.


“I’ve got an Accounting minor as well as my Business Admin major, so that shouldn’t be a problem, Ma’am”, I replied as I handed her my college transcript.


“Jessica, please!”, she corrected, “’Ma’am’ makes me sound so old”.


“I was brought up to respect my superiors, and if I was employed here, you’d be my boss.

Calling my boss by her first name seems weird to me”, I confessed.


“Well, Babs”, Jessica said, “I’m using the name you like to be called, so I’d expect you to do the same for me. Okay?”


“All right… Jessica”, I replied. She smiled.


“Much better”, she said, “I allow more or less a free hand here, but the only restrictions that you would have to be aware of is that you do not go into the workshop, nor my apartment upstairs without my express approval”.


I nodded at that. The latter because it was her personal space, and the former because her ‘secrets of the trade’ was something she’d want to protect.


She asked me about my past jobs and why I didn’t stay there. I replied candidly about the work environment I had to endure and my need to get away from it in order to show what I was capable of.


“You could have changed your look, Babs”, she pointed out, “given the Barbie resemblance, one could be forgiven for thinking that you were encouraging such behavior”.


“I’ve always felt comfortable about the way I look, Jessica”, I responded, “and I would be compromising my inner self if I had to change my looks to suit other people”.


I did sound overly defensive, but Jessica nodded approvingly.


“You show integrity by that answer, Babs”, she replied, “and I value that quality highly. Do you think you can start work tomorrow?”


I was surprised, but also happy. The interview lasted for only a few minutes, but she was already offering me a job!


“Yes, I could, Jessica”, I replied with a nod, “what time do I come in tomorrow, and what do I wear?”


She told me what time to come in, what attire would be expected – she did want me to maintain the Barbie look – and she offered me a pretty good starting wage.


“This emporium opens at nine, but I would like you here at eight so that I can go over with you how to work the computer and till, plus get your paperwork done for Mister Taxman. We can’t forget him”.


“If the till works like the ones I used at the restaurants, it should be okay”, I assured her.


“Excellent!” she said, “Well, Babs: welcome to the Collector’s Doll Emporium!”


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And that’s how I started work at the emporium. I had worked the waitressing shift that night and turned in my resignation when the shift ended. When Jessica asked me why I looked so tired when I reported in, I told her that I couldn’t just quit without finishing the shift. Jessica nodded approvingly as it reinforced my work ethic and basic integrity.


I quickly got up to speed in the new job. While Jessica did her work mostly in the workshop, I tended the front counter and assisted customers in their browsing and purchases. My Barbie look got quite a few stares and compliments from people, especially the children who accompanied a number of the adult buyers and I ended up posing in quite a few selfie shots. According to Jessica, I really did great advertising for the place by my simply being there.


Around noon, Jessica and I would close shop for an hour and drive to a café for lunch, unless it was busier than normal, in which one of us would go and get food from a takeout joint and bring it back to eat together in her office. We’d sit and chat about various things and talk about what kind of doll ideas we’d have. Jessica and I were becoming fast friends. She really was a great person to work for.


She told me a little about her past. Her mother had died before she was six, her father had recently died after being in managed health care for some years, and that she was an only child. I told her a little about my family past. I could tell that she liked opening up to me some about her past, though I was careful not to ask too many questions. Things like discussing family matters were best volunteered…


At the end of each day, I closed and locked the front door, quickly tallied up the daily take, then placed the cash in the office safe with checks for depositing in the bank the following morning. Then I worked in a side room used for packaging online orders. I’d put the ordered items in padded styrene molds, boxed them up, wrapped and addressed them, then put them out in the lobby for the daily courier pickup. I was quite surprised by the amount of business that the emporium generated.


When all of that was done, then I’d say goodnight to Jessica and head back to my apartment for dinner. It was quite a pleasant little monotony working Tuesday to Saturday in the shop lobby, and Mondays helping Jessica getting things ready for the new work week. Putting out new dolls for sale, taking care of online orders that took place over the weekend, ensuring that the books were balanced, tidying up around the emporium, etc.


“You’ve really been a godsend, Babs”, Jessica said one morning while quickly getting the lobby swept and dusted before opening the emporium for customers, “I don’t how I could have done it without you”.


“Well, given all of the work that you do in the workshop making those collector dolls, I have to be sure that you don’t get distracted by other things. So far, so good”, I concluded.


I made sure that Jessica knew that I would not break my promise not to go into the workshop or up to her upstairs apartment. One time when she went out to lunch, she deliberately left the workshop door unlocked. I had plenty of opportunity while she was out to go in and take a look, but a promise is a promise and I kept myself in check. When she got back, she looked at the workshop door, then me.


“You truly have integrity, Babs”, she said simply, “I’m lucky to have you working here”.


There were a number of curious things though that did arrive at the emporium during the work week. Things like a number of laundered and dry-cleaned clothes, shoes and jewelry, and also large boxes – as tall as a person, but narrow – that were delivered out back. Jessica took receipt of those items and took them into the workshop herself. I did wonder what she needed them for, but I figured that if Jessica wanted me to know, she’d let me know. I respected her authority as my boss, and I was not going to be a snoop.


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A few weeks after I started working there, it was Jessica’s turn to go and get lunch. There were a number of customers in the store, which meant I couldn’t chase them out just so we could go to the café down the street. So, I tended to the customers while Jessica went out for food. By the time she got back, the store was empty of customers, so after I put the ‘out to lunch’ sign up on the door window and locked the front door, I followed her into her office, which doubled as the de-facto lunch room. She had gotten me an egg-salad sandwich, an apple, and a cup of coffee. The latter was in one of those indented trays that stops them from spilling in a car.


“Here you go, Babs”, Jessica said as she passed over to me the indented tray holding my Styrofoam cup of coffee, “Cream and two sugars, as requested”.


“Thanks, Jessica”, I said as I reached over her desk to get the offered cup. I took the coffee off the tray, then sat back in the chair in order to drink it, but then I was aware of something wet and very warm on my dress.


“Oh damn!”, I exclaimed as I saw that it was coffee dribbling onto my dress, “I only got this dry-cleaned too! I can’t go out serving customers looking like this!”


The coffee had been dripping out from a hole in the bottom of the cup. While it was sitting in the tray, it was not noticeable.


Jessica – who had been watching – said, “Don’t worry, Babs. I’ve got some clothes that will fit you in the workshop. Since I bought the coffee, it’s my fault and I’ll get your clothes to the cleaners for you”.


“That would be wonderful, Jessica”, I said, “I don’t want to be serving customers with a coffee stain on my skirt and it would take too long in my getting home and changing”.


Nodding, she quickly got my coffee and put it back in the tray, then – as she got a coffee mug out of her office drawer – she stood up. She then took the tray over to the office bathroom, where she poured my coffee from the leaking Styrofoam cup into the mug. She brought the mug back out to me.


“I’ll go get those clothes, Babs”, she said, “enjoy your lunch”.


At that, she left the office and headed over to the workshop. I sat back down and started to eat my egg salad sandwich. At least the sandwich didn’t get soaked, I thought…


After a couple of minutes, Jessica brought out a green dress, somewhat lower cut than the pink dress that I was wearing, but it looked the right size, it would cover my bra and bra straps, and it would be something a Barbie doll would wear. My looking the role of a giant Barbie was helping business…


“Here you go, Babs”, she said, “you go into the bathroom and change. I’ll make sure your pink dress gets out to the cleaners this evening. Okay?”


“Thank you, Jessica”, I replied as I took her offered clothing and headed to the bathroom.

In about five minutes, I changed into the green dress. I did wonder why Jessica would have something like this in the workshop. I thought that perhaps she was using this dress as a reference for her making doll clothes. It would certainly explain why a lot of various clothing types had been delivered from the cleaners to the emporium, but I thought that it would surely be easier to use doll clothing patterns and bolts of cloth, none of which I ever saw delivered with the other items…


After exiting the bathroom, Jessica looked me up and down and smiled approvingly. I pirouetted around like a fashion model, stopping to face her with one of my legs bent and my hands on my hips.


“Thanks for the clothes, Jessica”, I said once again, “My stained ones are folded up in the bathroom”.


“I’ll take care of those for you, Babs”, she replied as she gestured back to the chair that I was sitting in.


I sat down and we both resumed eating our lunch. That gave me a thought.


“Jessica”, I said, “I wonder if you’d like to come over to my apartment for dinner tonight? You’ve been a great boss and friend and with you helping me out with my clothes and all, well… it would be a way of saying thanks”.


“Actually, Babs”, she said, “I would like that very much!”


“Then it’s a date!”, I said with a broad smile. She smiled back at me. She reached over the dress and held my hand. I squeezed back…


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That evening at my apartment was when everything changed for both of us, though I wasn’t immediately cognizant of that. Jessica had arrived at Seven PM – nicely dressed, and I let her in and asked her to relax in the living room. My apartment was a two-bedroom dwelling, pleasantly furnished. The second bedroom served as my office/study.


"Very nice digs, Babs", she said as she passed me a large plastic bowl. As I took the bowl into the kitchen, I called back to her:


“What would you like to drink, Jessica?” I asked, “I have some white wine, or hard cider”.


“Wine would be nice, Dear”, she replied as she looked at the various pictures hanging on the wall.


I poured her a glass of wine and I carried it out to her. I had a glass of wine in my hand as well.

As she took the offered glass, she raised it in a toast.


“To you, Babs”, she said, “the best employee I could have ever hoped for”.


“To you Jessica”, I replied, “the best boss I could have ever hoped for”.


Clicking our glasses together, we sipped our wine and then we sat down in the sofa.


“Dinner will be ready in about ten minutes”, I said, “I hope you like pot roast, boiled cabbage, and red potatoes. The slow cooker really does wonders for me while I'm at work. I usually make enough for several helpings, so this invite is not a problem”, I added by way of explanation.


“Sounds grand, Babs”, she replied, “it certainly makes a change from eating out or eating fast food”.


“You don’t get time to cook for yourself?” I asked. She took another sip of her wine and looked at me.


“I don’t get much spare time to do that, Babs”, she replied, “Sundays and Mondays are spent catching up on things in the emporium. Owning a business can really ruin one’s social life”.


“Well, the way it’s making money will surely mean that you will be able to hire more people to help you out”, I said as I took another sip of my wine.


“I don’t want to have any others working for me”, Jessica said, “I like things the way that they are”.


With that, she winked at me and raised her glass to me in a silent toast. I blushed at what she had said.


She then turned to me and reached out her right hand to my right hand – we were holding our wine glasses in our left hands – and said, “You’ve been so good as both a dependable employee, and as a friend, Babs. You have no idea how much this dinner invitation meant to me”.


“You have no idea as to what my working for you there meant to me, Jessica”, I replied, “you treat me like I am a person, not an object of lust or condescension. I’m proud to be working for you”.


At that, she took her hand away from mine and put it on my knee. Her smile was warm. I smiled back at her.


We quickly finished our wine, then I stood up and went into the kitchen to prepare the food. The plastic bowl that Jessica had brought along was a salad she had picked up from a local deli, so we enjoyed first her salad with thousand island dressing, then the main course. Washed down of course with more wine.


As we ate, we chatted about various items of interest. I told her something about my college days and she told me a little more about her interests outside of the emporium. The way she was talking about them gave me the impression that she did not have much spare time outside her business concerns. I hoped that my working there at the emporium with her was allowing some extra time for her to enjoy herself. I got the feeling that she had been lonely for quite a while...


“You know, it’s been so long since I’ve been in another person’s place”, Jessica said after finishing the main course, “and you are one heck of a good cook, I must add”.


“Well, I appreciate that very much”, I replied, “would you like some dessert?” I asked. Jessica shook her head.


“How about some coffee?” I asked next. She shook her head again.


“Well, is there anything else that you would like, Jessica?” I asked. She sipped her wine and looked at me intently.


“Just one thing, Babs”, she said softly as she stood up and put down her wine glass. I stood up as well.


She walked over to me, then without further ado, she put her arms around me and softly kissed me on the lips.


I found myself hugging her as I passionately returned her kiss. I don’t know if the wine had anything to do with it, but before I knew it, I was guiding her over to my bedroom, where we were quickly shedding our clothes. We were both nude in a very short amount of time. I was admiring her body while at the same time she was admiring mine.


“Shall we?” I huskily asked her.


“Please do”, she replied.


Pushing her down onto my bed, I then straddled her, passionately kissing first her lips, then her breasts. She was breathing hard as I continued to fondle her boobs whilst kissing her neck and licking her ear lobes.


“Oh, Babs!” she exclaimed as I moved off her, then started running my tongue first around her breasts, then working my way down to her vulva.


She maneuvered her hands so that she could part her pussy lips for me. I put my tongue right on her clitoris and started to lick it. She was stiffening and moaning in reaction. Still using my tongue, I moved my hands down and started adding my fingers to stimulating – then penetrating – her vagina.


“Oh… My… Word…”, she said as I continued my pussy-licking. The smell and taste of her was making me very wet, and very horny! She was enraptured by what I was doing to her.


Suddenly, with an “Ohhhh!”, I felt my face get wet as she orgasmed. She shuddered, then took deep breaths.


I took my face away from her pussy and said, “I’m wet in more places than one, I think”, I said playfully as I reached to a side table and grabbed a wet-wipe.


“You know exactly how to make a girl feel good, Babs!”, she sighed as I finished wiping my face, then her vulva.


“You realize that now I have to do the same to you, my Dear”, she said next.


“Don’t move”, I said with a smile, “I’ll let the mountain come to you instead”.


With that I straddled her again, but this time I straddled her with her face directly below my vulva. Jessica took the hint and started licking my pussy. I noticed that my nipples went rock-hard from what she was doing. My already wet vulva was getting wetter by the second.


“Oh, Jessica”, I cried, “your magic tongue is turning me into your slave. I am losing my free will!”


She took her tongue away from her licking long enough to say, “then be a good slave and take what what your mistress is giving to you!”


With that, she resumed her licking, and in the process adding her fingers to her lovemaking. I found myself lifting my boobs to my mouth and licking my nipples as the pleasuring became more intense.


“Look out, here it comes!” I gasped as I shuddered, then climaxed.


Her face got soaked with my orgasmic juices as it gushed out. I felt faint in the after-climax euphoria and I quickly moved off her and laid on the bed beside her.


Jessica reached over to the wet wipes and grabbed a few to wipe her soaked face. She said, “I must have been good to get a flow out of you like that!”


“I have never reacted that way to anyone making love to me before tonight”, I replied sincerely, “You are a wonderful lover, Jessica!”


“You were no slouch in the lovemaking department either, Babs”, she replied.


After a few minutes of quietly lying beside each other, Jessica said, “when our hands touched for the first time at the interview, I knew that there was something special between us, Babs. The feeling I got from the touch was that of love”.


“I got that same feeling from you too, Jessica”, I replied, “I knew that you were someone special, and now I know why. I’m in love with you”.


“I’m in love with you too”, she sighed back, “I think I’ve been in love with you since that first touch”.


Realizing that we were both in love was something really lovely, but then I realized that there was probably going to be something that could stand in the way of our love…


I sat up in the bed and looked over at her with a worried expression. Jessica saw the expression on my face.


“I now know that you love me just as much as I love you, Babs”, Jessica said as she sat up, “but I see that you’re troubled by this. What is wrong? Please tell me”, she implored.


“I love you so much, Jessica”, I said, “but you are my employer. How could we be able to work professionally at the emporium with such an intense personal bond of affection between us? I hate to say it, but I think that if we want to stay friends and lovers, I’m going to have to resign as your employee. I don’t want to do any harm to your business”.


Jessica looked heartbroken. I was not happy at having to tell her about the conflict of interest, but I also saw that she understood where I was coming from. She got out of bed and started to get dressed.


“When I interviewed you, I could tell you had integrity”, Jessica said quietly as she finished dressing and turned towards the front door of my apartment, “but I think you’re taking it too far in this case, Babs”, she finished with tears running down her face.


“Loving you is so right, Jessica”, I said as I got out of bed and hugged her, “you don’t have to leave. Please stay here with me tonight”.


Jessica returned the hug, then she kissed me for several seconds.


“I’d love to”, Jessica said after breaking the kiss, “but I really think that you need alone time in order for you to think carefully about what you said. I honestly don’t see a conflict of interest between our love and our work. Please don’t sell yourself short”.


I could not trust myself to reply as I knew that I would choke on my words. She walked to the door, then paused as if thinking about something. She then turned to face me.


“Please do me a favor and come in to work tomorrow morning at Eight”, she said next, “I’d like to show you something that I hope will make you reconsider resigning. Remember to close and lock the door behind you when you enter as we must not be disturbed”.


Nodding, I let her hug me once more and kiss me on the cheek.


“Good night, My Love”, she said. She then left the apartment.


After she left, I cleaned up the dinner dishes, then went to my study and started to type out the letter of resignation. I felt empty as I did so, but I just could not hurt her business by our love for each other. I loved working with her, but in the emporium, she was first and foremost my boss. That demanded a degree of separation from her employees. I felt that she could have me as a lover or as an employee, but not both. I preferred her as my lover, but I was thinking about how my resignation would affect that as I typed it out…

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Re: The Doll Emporium

Post by bb-kiwi » Tue May 17, 2022 2:50 am

PART TWO


The following morning, I quickly showered, dressed, and ate breakfast. I was annoyed that I couldn’t find my watch. The letter I had typed out last night was already sealed in an envelope.


I cleaned up my breakfast dishes, left the apartment and got into my car. Starting it up, I left the apartment complex and drove over to the emporium. Parking my car, I pulled out my keys as I walked up to the front door of the emporium. I noticed a sign saying CLOSED FOR INVENTORY already hanging in the window.


After closing the front door and locking it behind me – as Jessica had requested the previous evening – I walked into the lobby. Holding the envelope containing my formal notice of resignation, I knew that she would ask me to reconsider my decision, but I knew that for her to ensure her integrity as a boss, I could not stay employed under her. It hurt me, and I knew that it hurt her, but what else could I do?


“Jessica?” I called out, “It’s Babs. I’m here with the letter”.


“Babs”, Jessica’s voice came out from seemingly nowhere, “please come into my office, I have to show you something”.


I could not see her, but her voice sounded so close. Where was she speaking to me from, I wondered?


Walking past the sealed doll displays, I entered her office. It was empty. I could not see her in the office at all. Certainly, she was not sitting behind her desk, but I saw what looked at first glance to be a Barbie doll on the desk. It was one of the 11.5-inch-high dolls that was the standard size for the high-end priced dolls. It was standing on its plastic base, but it wasn’t yet sealed in its glass tube. I then saw that the doll was dressed in the same style of clothing that I had worn – and stained with coffee – yesterday. There was a magnifying glass sitting beside the doll.


“Babs”, Jessica’s voice said to me – again seemingly out of nowhere – “please pick up the magnifying glass and look closely at the doll on the desk”.


“Jessica”, I called out, “what is this? Where are you? Is this a going-away gift or something?”


“Please do as I ask. Trust me, Babs”, her voice replied.


I put the letter of resignation on her desk then picked up the magnifying glass and looked closely at the doll. The doll had blonde hair – styled the same way as mine – and I noticed that the facial features resembled mine. The dress it had on was the same design and color that I had worn yesterday. But I then noticed that the dress – so intricately detailed – had the same coffee stain from last night adorning the front of it! I gasped. How could Jessica have made this dress so quickly, yet so accurately?


“Now I want you to take a close look at the watch on the doll’s left hand, Babs”, Jessica’s voice said next.


As I looked through the magnifying glass, I focused on the watch. It was the same type of watch that I had misplaced last night, but then I gasped as I saw the second hand on the miniature watch face moving. The watch was keeping perfect time.


“A doll looking like me, dressed in clothing identical to what I wore yesterday, with a miniature working watch!”, I breathed, “how is this possible? How can you do work this precise and this quickly?”


“I will show you”, Jessica’s voice came back to me, “Please put down the magnifying glass and sit down in the chair in front of the desk”.


I did so, and then said: “Okay, Jessica. What is this all about?”


“Take a look at the desk”, Jessica’s voice said, “Please do not get up abruptly”.


“If this is some trick to make me reconsider, Jessica”, I said, “I don’t think that it will….”


I broke off speaking as I saw something get up on the desk from behind. My jaw dropped as I saw Jessica standing up on the desk. She was less than a foot tall! She had gotten up from an open drawer on her side of the desk and was now looking up at me. She waved.


“Pick up the magnifying glass and look at me, Babs”, Jessica’s voice said, “but please be precise in your movements. At this size, I’m somewhat more fragile. More than last night in your bed!”, she finished with a giggle.


I leaned over to the desk, picked up the magnifying glass and proceeded to look at Jessica’s shrunken figure carefully. She was wearing her work clothes, but she was also wearing what looked like a pilot’s headset with built-in microphone.


“Yes”, Jessica’s voice said. I saw her lips move in sync, though the sound came from all around, “at this size, hearing a full-sized person’s voice speak would be very loud, and you would not be able to hear me very well. This headset makes your voice bearable to my ears, and the headset microphone amplifies my voice to various sound amplifiers set up throughout the shop, enabling me to speak to you normally”.


“So, all of these dolls with their detailed clothes are not dolls, but shrunken mannequins wearing shrunken clothes?” I asked.


“That is correct, Babs”, Jessica replied, “You deduced it correctly. The doll here is wearing your actual clothes and watch”.


“But how is this all possible, Jessica?” I asked, still amazed at seeing my friend and lover shrunken down to one-sixth her normal size, standing beside the doll wearing my clothes and watch.


“Let’s talk”, Jessica replied, “but first, put down the magnifying glass, then place your right hand on the table – palm up”.


Nodding, I gently put the magnifying glass down on the desk and put my hand down on the desk beside it with my hand open and my palm up. Jessica then walked over to my hand and stood on it.


“Now, use your left hand to hold me and then take me over to the sofa”, Jessica said, “Please don’t squeeze me too tight”.


“I don’t want to hurt you, Jessica”, I said with some concern as I used my left hand to gently hold her at her waist.


“I trust you, Babs, like I trust you as my employee, and when you made love to me last night”, she replied, “So let’s go over to the sofa. Once seated, put me on your knee so that we can talk”.


I carefully stood, then – while holding Jessica – headed over to the leather sofa that sat in the corner of the office. Carefully sitting down in the sofa, I crossed my legs, then carefully set Jessica down on my knee. She looked up at me.


“See, it wasn’t too bad, right?” she asked. I nodded, unable to take my eyes off her. My lover and boss the size of a Barbie doll perched on my knee!


“As a little girl, I used to sit for hours talking to my Barbie doll sitting on my lap. It’s an interesting perspective from where I’m looking sitting on the lap of a giant Barbie”, she said with another giggle. I laughed as well.


“So please explain at the beginning”, I said, “I’d like to know how all of this came about”.


“My father was an engineer who also worked in genetics”, she began, “After my mother died – before I was five years old – he immersed himself in his work in order to deal with his grief. He eventually made breakthroughs in resequencing DNA, as well as trans-dimensional science. A lot of what he did I cannot even pretend to understand, but over the years, he developed technologies that boggled the mind. Shrinking both inanimate objects and living things was one of them”.


“So how long have you been doing this?” I asked next.


“My father became infirm several years ago and money from a family trust which had kept us fed and his research going ran out. He was emphatic that neither the government nor any corporations should have access to his discoveries given the high likelihood of misuse, so we didn’t sell it, but I suggested our using the shrinking technology to create items that could be sold to the public”, she explained.


“So, you came up with this collector doll emporium in order to keep money coming in”, I surmised. Jessica nodded.


“It was a simple matter to get enough mannequins to start – my father had contacts with a friend whose company made them – and I managed to get various clothes from thrift shops and the like. I tailored the clothes to fit, dressed the mannequins, put wigs on them, then shrank the clothed mannequins down”, she explained, “Collectors bought them up, and the monies that came in from those purchases enabled us to keep the emporium going”.


“So, mannequins are what’s in those man-sized boxes”, I said.


“That’s right”, she replied, I do work on them like putting in glass eyes and wigs, then I put clothes on them – making sewing adjustments to make the clothes fit better on them - add jewelry and footwear, then once done, I shrink ‘em down in size”.


“So that explains why they are so intricately detailed”, I said, “and given how fragile that the clothes would be when shrunken down, dressing them full-sized, then shrinking them makes perfect sense”.


Jessica nodded and smiled. I smiled back at her.


“So, after your father died, you kept on with the job?”, I asked next.


“That’s right”, Jessica said, “but as the online sales increased, I needed to find someone to help me from being overwhelmed. Someone I could eventually trust. And that’s where you came in”, she finished, “You were intelligent, you even looked like a Barbie doll – which made for a perfect front person for both in-person customers and advertising – and you had the knack for picking things up quickly”.


“But our falling in love with each other kind of complicated things”, I added, “and now you’ve confided to me your secret. Why?” I asked.


“I really want you to stay, Denise”, Jessica said, using my given name, “because you have fulfilled both my professional expectations, and filled a void in my heart. I promise you that I can separate the professional from the personal, so please reconsider”.


“I think that given the circumstances”, I replied, “I certainly will reconsider”.


Jessica smiled, saying, “once I get back up to normal size, I will certainly show my appreciation to you for that!”


“But why shrink yourself?” I asked, “and isn’t that dangerous?”


“It’s about as dangerous as taking a shower, Babs”, she replied, “It’s actually a lot of fun. And I can set the shrinkage time for finite periods. The default short-term time is two hours, which is the duration that I shrunk myself for. It’s almost time up for me, so I’ll very soon grow back to normal size”.


“Oh, should I set you back on the desk?” I asked. Jessica shook her head.


“No”, she replied, “I kind of like the idea of growing back to normal size on your lap”. I was surprised, but then I smiled as I thought about that.


“Sounds rather kinky”, I replied, “but I thought I had lost my watch. You swiped it last night and put it on that desk doll, didn’t you? You also didn’t drop my clothes off at the dry cleaners, as you promised. Right?”


“I wanted to show you exactly what the shrinking technology was capable of”, Jessica said, “which is why I ‘borrowed’ the watch from you last night before I went home. I dressed the doll in your clothes and watch earlier this morning and shrank it down, before shrinking myself”.


I nodded my understanding, then I smirked as an idea struck me. I gently put my left hand around her waist, picked her up off my knee and brought her up close to my face.


“You know”, I said playfully, “back when I was a kid, one of the first things I learned was that naughty little girls who take things from big girls without permission have to get punished. You took my watch without asking, so I guess I’ll have to punish you for that, as well as for fibbing about taking my clothes to the dry cleaners”.


Jessica smiled. She knew what I was thinking.


“Oh no! What are you going to do to me as I was so naughty?” she asked in a mock-plaintive tone.


“The usual punishment that big girls do to little girls who fib and take things”, I said as I put her back on my knee, though with her tummy down and her butt facing up. I had my right hand on her back, holding her in place.


I then proceeded to playfully – and lightly - spank her butt with my left hand. She giggled, then made mock ‘ouch’ sounds.


“Naughty little girls have to take the consequences of their actions”, I said with a giggle as I continued to play-spank her.


“Oh-no-I-am-so-naughty”, she said playfully, “I-deserve-to-be-spanked”, she said.


Just then, I felt her becoming heavier. I saw that she was starting to grow.


“Time’s up”, Jessica said, “you’d best uncross your legs, Babs. I don’t want to hurt you as I get bigger”.


I uncrossed my legs and sat her back up on my knees as she continued to grow back to normal size. After about two minutes, Jessica was restored to full size. She first took off her headset, then leaned over to my face and kissed me on the lips.


“That was so darn arousing, my growing back while on your knee, Babs”, she said, “It made me glad to wear pads with my panties!”


“I should have”, I replied, “because watching you grow back was a real turn-on!” Jessica giggled, then she hugged me again.


“You know”, she whispered in my ear, “I don’t get mad, but I do get even. So, if I ever find an excuse to spank you back, your butt and my hand have an appointment!”


With that, she stood up and held out her hand. I took her hand and stood up. We then hugged each other and passionately kissed.


“Thank you for deciding to stay, Babs”, she said with tears of joy in her eyes.


“Thank you for confiding in me your secret to your success, Jessica”, I replied.


“So, do you want to see what makes it all possible?” she asked. I nodded enthusiastically.


Taking my hand, she led me over to the workshop. For the first time, I walked inside and saw various work benches containing glass tubes and stands, several full-sized mannequins, and clothed ones shrunken down awaiting their being mounted on their stands and sealed in the glass tubes. There were shelves and racks filled with various clothes next to a workbench that had a sewing machine. Jessica evidently used it to tailor-fit clothes to the mannequins before shrinking them.


Following Jessica, I walked up to a work bench, where I noticed a funky-looking device resembling a gun straight out of an SF movie sitting in a cradle mount. She picked it up and handed it to me.


“This shrinking ray gun is what my father made”, she said, “it can be set for short-term, or long-term shrinkage. If it’s for the latter, another zap of this gun on the ‘restore’ setting would be needed to return what’s shrunken to normal size. There is a small switch under the firing button that enables you to do so if you’re already shrunk down”.


She pointed to one of the dials that was set above the pistol grip. That dial had two settings: SHORT TERM and LONG TERM. It was set on SHORT TERM. There was another dial with a digital readout. The readout read “0.1667”.


“That is for the size for the object to be shrunken to. In this case it means 16.667 percent or 1/6th scale”, she explained.


“What’s the power source?” I asked.


“That I don’t know”, Jessica confessed, “Dad told me that the source it draws power from is inexhaustible. He also told me that the gun itself is almost indestructible”.


“So, you can zap yourself small with this”, I said next, “what’s it like?”


“It’s awesome! You want to try it out?” she asked.


I nodded, but said, “Shrinking myself sounds kind of fun, but my getting spanked by you in retaliation for your ‘justified punishment’ in swiping my watch and clothes isn’t what I want to set myself up for”.


“Spoilsport! Then we’ll do it together”, Jessica said with a mock-pout as she took the gun.


Putting it back on its cradle mount, she pressed a switch that started a countdown timer. She then waved me over to join her, facing the gun which was now pointed at her.


“It’s on the same short-term time setting, Babs”, Jessica said I walked up to her, “Two hours only. It won’t hurt, I promise!”


I looked at her – a little nervously – then nodded. She smiled. Just then a ‘buzz’ came from the gun and what looked like an intense – though very brief - burst of light washed over us. I felt a tingling sensation all over me.


“The shrinking will start in a minute or so. That delay’s what gave me the time to get to my office and on my desk before you came in”, she explained. I nodded my understanding.


“Here we go!”, Jessica said as I felt my feet start to splay apart. I – we – were getting smaller.

“Run on the spot so that you won’t fall down”, she suggested as she started to spot-jog.


I followed her example as the workshop seemed to grow bigger and bigger around us. Of course, at the same time we were glancing at each other’s boobs watching them jiggle as we jogged…


After a couple of minutes, I felt the tingle go away and stopped jogging-in-place. Jessica looked at me and then said with an arm-sweeping gesture, “Well Babs, welcome to the realm of the giants!”


I looked around at the immense size of the workshop. I gasped as I absorbed the fact that I was now the size of a doll. Jessica smiled and hugged me.


“We’ve got two hours to kill at this size, so let me show you something that I like to make use of while like this”, she said as she took my hand.


We both walked out of the workshop – being one sixth normal size meant it took a while longer to reach the doorway – and we walked back into the lobby.


Looking up at the shelves from my new vantage point of being a doll-sized midget, they looked like skyscrapers looming over us. I could understand now why Jessica had asked me to make sure that the front door was closed and locked: the prospect of unexpected visitors or animals dropping in on our shrunken selves would have caused problems, to say the least.


Walking through the lobby, we eventually came to the room where the ‘stock’ pieces were for sale. The shelves holding Barbie, Ken, and Cindy doll clothes and accessories towered above us, but Jessica ignored them as she guided me over to the Barbie doll’s house that was sitting on the floor at the center of the room.


The doll’s house – one of the largest accessories built by Mattel for the Barbie doll – stood a little over four feet tall. To our size perspective however, the doll’s house looked more-or-less like a normal sized two-story dwelling. Normally, the roof would be off and the front façade opened up at its hinge so that customers could look in at its interior, but today, though the roof was still off, the front façade was closed.


Jessica opened the front door and we walked inside. Thanks to the lighting in the ‘stock’ room and the roof’s removal, the interior of the doll’s house was illuminated okay. Looking in a couple of the ground floor rooms, I could see the plastic furniture that came with the house.


“Some Sundays, I shrink myself down for a day and sleep in here”, she explained as she guided me up the stairs and into one of second floor rooms, “it makes for an uninterrupted place to relax”.


I nodded as I saw a king-sized bed and bedroom furniture in the room. It was obvious that this wasn’t doll house furniture. The bed, dresser, and other furnishings had been shrunken down and placed here by Jessica. The pillows, sheets, and covers on the bed were also shrunken. I could see end tables on either side of the head of the bed. There was also something else…


“Is that a shrink ray gun on that end table?” I asked. Like the one in the workshop, it was sitting on a cradle mount.


“Yes”, Jessica replied, “Dad made more than one. When I shank myself down not long after starting the business, I had this other gun on me. That way, I could shrink stuff further while at a shrunken size”.


“Well, it really puts a new meaning to the term ‘home away from home’, Jessica”, I said with a chuckle.


“It’s the first time I’ve been here with another person, Babs”, Jessica said as she walked up to me, hugged me, and kissed me.


Breaking the kiss just long enough for her to guide me over to the bed, we both got onto the bed and proceeded to make out passionately with each other.


“You know”, I said playfully after we paused kissing each other, “I’m glad that we have this house alone. I’d hate to have peeping Toms looking in on us”.


“Oh, like those dolls outside?” she replied with a giggle as she pointed at the roofless opening above us looking out into the ‘stock’ room.


I looked out and saw a stack of Ken dolls in their clear plastic boxes ‘looking’ at the doll’s house. I looked back at her and we both laughed.


“Well, I don’t think they’ll be getting a hard-on looking at us”, I said with a chuckle, “so no worries there!”


“So, I guess we can ‘christen’ this bed then, if you have no objection, Babs”, Jessica said with a sly smile as she started to undress.


“I couldn’t have put it better myself, Jessica”, I replied as I started to take off my clothing.


We both quickly peeled off our clothes, then jumped onto the bed. She took the laying down position on her back with her legs spread and her vulva exposed. She used her hands to widen her pussy lips. I took the hint, then used my tongue to first lick the lips, then the clitoris whilst using my fingers to enter her vagina.


“Oooohhh!” Jessica sighed as she reacted to my touch and tongue, “Don’t stop!” she shouted.


I paused a little at her rather loud exclamation, but Jessica said, “Who is going to hear us, Babs! Keep going!”


At that, I resumed my oral and digital stimulation. She was moaning – her moans increasing in volume – as I continued my work. She was also rubbing and squeezing her erect nipples as the lovemaking continued. Just then, I felt moist warmth cover my tongue and fingers as she climaxed. She shuddered and briefly tensed before relaxing, breathing heavily. I withdrew my face from her vulva and grabbed a (shrunken) wet wipe from a packet on the side table next to the shrink ray gun.


As I wiped my face, Jessica leaned over to the side table on the opposite side of the bed and grabbed a bottle of water. She took a swig, then passed it to me.


“Thirsty work”, she commented as I took a couple of swallows.


“It’s not quite over yet”, I replied as I took another wet wipe and used it to wipe her vulva. She sighed as I quickly cleaned her up from her orgasm.


“Thank you for that, Babs”, she said after I finished cleaning her. I got out of the bed and put the used wet wipes into a shrunken trash can that was sitting by the door. After doing so, she waved me back over with her right index finger.


“It’s my turn now, Babs”, Jessica said, “so please take your position. This bed’s only been half-christened, and I’d like to get the ‘ceremony’ fully completed”.


“Well, this is technically my place of employment and you’re the boss, so I guess I better do as you say”, I said with a smile as I got onto the bed and laid down in the same position that Jessica had been in when I made love to her.


“You got that right, Babs”, she replied, “so as a number of guys would quaintly say: spread ‘em!”.


As I spread my legs, she kissed my lips, then she started to kiss my left nipple, which got rock-hard as a result. At the same time – while she was playing with my right nipple with her left hand - she moved her right hand down to my vulva. She ran her fingers along my pussy lips and smiled.


“Oh, so you’re already wet, Babs”, Jessica said playfully, “That’s nice”.


“Well”, I said with a giggle, “my making love to you earlier wasn’t exactly all business you know. I did kind of get some excitement out of it!”


“In that case, I’d better get some more excitement out of you!”, she said as she penetrated my vagina with her fingers. I gasped in response.


My body was reacting intensely to her touch. She was literally playing me like an instrument. First with her fingers, then with her tongue. As she stimulated my clitoris, my body seemed to melt like putty in her hands. The wetness increased and the intense feelings of pleasure seemed to multiply exponentially with every few seconds.


“Oh, my goodness, Jessica!”, I cried, “You are making me die of pleasure! The rapture can’t compare to this!”


At that moment, I climaxed. I felt the flow erupt from within me as my body quivered. I was breathing heavily as the post orgasmic drowsiness took over. Jessica withdrew her now-soaked face from my vulva, then she sat up, grabbed a wet-wipe, cleaned her face, then took another wet-wipe to clean my pleasured vulva. I purred at her cleaning me.


After she had completed the cleaning, she got out of the bed, put the used wet wipes in the trash can, then walked up to the end table with the water bottles on it and took a swallow. She handed the bottle to me and then went to leave the room.


“Where are you going, Jessica?” I asked.


“The bathroom”, she replied, “I had shrunk a porta-potty and placed it in one of the rooms on the ground floor. This doll’s house doesn’t have plumbing, so that was the next best thing”.


“Good thinking”, I replied as I continued to relax in the afterglow of her lovemaking.


After about three minutes, Jessica re-entered the room. She went up to the bed and laid down on it beside me. She leaned over and kissed me.


“Thank you for that, Babs”, she said, “Making love to you here meant so much to me. It was a dream come true”.


“It was so much fun, I agree”, I replied, “being doll-sized making love to another doll-sized person in a doll’s house with a bunch of dolls looking in from outside really makes for a unique experience, that’s for sure!”


“Oh, Babs!”, Jessica sighed, “I feel like the luckiest woman in the world having you experience all of this with me!”


“Pity our shrinkage is on short-term”, I commented, “because otherwise, I’d have you use the shrink ray here to make me smaller. I’d have liked to work on your pussy being doll-sized to your scale!”


Jessica’s eyes widened at that. She grinned as she thought about that idea.


“You know, that might just be worth trying for the next time we’re down here”, she replied, “I should have thought about that earlier!”


“How much longer do we have before we start growing back?” I asked her. Jessica looked at her watch.


“Less than an hour”, she replied, “if I used the gun here on you now, it would mess things up some in regards to the timing. So, I guess we’ll save that idea for next time. Okay?”


“Okay”, I replied with a mock-pout, “but you gotta admit that the idea of being a human dildo is one heck of a turn-on!”


“I agree, but let’s not lose track of time, Babs”, Jessica reminded me, “or else we’ll be sharing an interesting experience of growing and busting out of this doll’s house when the effects of the shrink ray wears off!”


“Well then”, I said, “let’s get dressed. I’d like to see a few more things in this store at this size before growing back”.


“Sounds like a plan”, Jessica replied as she got out of bed and started getting dressed.


I did likewise. After we got our clothes back on, we exited the doll’s house. I walked over to one of the ‘stock’ pieces on display in the store. It was an infant’s table and chairs set used for children to play ‘tea party’ with. I climbed into one of the chairs. Jessica did likewise. Even though the chairs were much smaller than ‘normal’ furniture, to our shrunken size they were still huge. Standing up in the chair, I reached over and grabbed one of the plastic teacups that were sitting on the table.


“I remember playing ‘Mother’ on a table set like this when I was a kid, Jessica”, I remarked, “I had my dolls sitting at the various chairs and I would formally serve them ‘tea’. I was dressed up as well. It really brings back a lot of memories”.


“There’s a lot in our childhoods to remember and cherish, Babs”, Jessica said as she stood up in her chair, “but also a lot that had been missed. My not having my mother was pretty tough. I’d have liked to have gone out with her to parks or playgrounds, or to go shopping with her, or even help cook”.


“Your dad didn’t do a lot with you?” I asked.


“No, not really. He was so immersed in his work. He didn’t neglect me, but it was so lonely at times”, Jessica replied, “sometimes my being here like this brings back those feelings of loneliness”.


"It must have been hard seeing his health deteriorate", I commented.


"Yes", Jessica said, "Him having to go into full-time managed home care hit me pretty hard. He got a stroke not long after that, then he passed away".


“Well, I’m here with you now, Jessica”, I replied as I stepped back down onto the floor and walked over to her, “and not only are we going to keep the emporium profitable, we’re going to have a lot of fun together with the shrink gun. You’re right about it not being given or sold to the government or business interests. It’s a special thing for us to enjoy together”.


“And enjoy it together we will, Babs”, Jessica replied as she stepped off her chair, “I love you so much!”


“And I love you too, Jessica”, I replied as I hugged and kissed her once more.


After breaking the kiss, we both walked around the ‘stock’ room. I pointed over to the battery powered pink mini-convertible that children could get in and drive and giggled.


“What’s so funny, Babs?” Jessica asked.


“Maybe we can just shrink ourselves down to about three feet tall sometime so we can use that to go driving around”, I suggested, “The thought of you and I cruising along in a pink convertible is quite a pleasant one!”


“I don’t think we would be able to go outside – let alone on the open road - in that, Babs!”, she replied with a smile as she playfully slapped my arm, “and I have actually done it, by the way. Drove it inside the emporium as a three-foot tall midget, that is. Fun thing to do, I have to tell you”.


“So instead, why not enlarge it to the size of a real car and drive around in the neighborhood instead?” I suggested next.


“Well, I hate to disappoint you, Babs, but the shrinking ray does not enlarge things from its original size”, she replied, “and even if it did, little things like having no registration and insurance for it would probably attract unwelcome attention from law enforcement”, she added.


“I suppose”, I said with a pout, “We can’t compromise the secret of the shrinking ray’s existence, can we?”


“I’m glad you understand, Babs”, Jessica replied, “but in the abstract sense, it would have been fun to do. So, we’ll just have to keep it for ‘local’ driving”, she finished, gesturing to the interior of the emporium.


“If those ‘stock’ clothes didn’t look so uncomfortable, Jessica”, I said as I pointed to the shelf holding clothes accessories for Barbie, Cindy, and Ken dolls, we could play dress-up”.


“They can be uncomfortable to wear, given how coarse the fabric is at our size”, Jessica replied, “but it’s also uncomfortable after you dress up in them, then you start growing back to normal size before you can take them off. Kind of like ‘The Incredible Hulk’”.


“Happen to you, did it?” I asked. She nodded.


“Yeah, I nearly choked, so I would not advise you doing so if you’re not watching the time”, she advised.


Just then, I felt a tingling over my body. I looked over at Jessica and she nodded.


“Looks like the time’s up, Babs”, she said, “we’re growing!”


I moved my feet as we both started to grow. The store seemed to shrink around us as we increased in size. After a couple of minutes, the tingling faded, and I knew we were both back to our normal sizes.


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So, in this manner, our relationship blossomed. We’d work during the day – keeping things professional – then most evenings, we’d shrink ourselves down and engage in a lot of passionate lovemaking in the doll’s house. We’d also shrink some food with us so that we could snack and drink between our sex sessions.


On those times of the month when one or both of us would be having our periods, we’d share each other’s apartment – Jessica showed me where she lived upstairs and invited me to stay over, and of course I’d reciprocate and invite her over to my digs. She loved my cooking, as well as my lovemaking, and things really went well.


One day, I proposed to her, and she accepted. We were going to get married in a few months and take a long honeymoon. The fact that we were now betrothed meant that I was now her business partner rather than an employee, and the betrothal also made things all the more passionate. Both full-sized, and as midgets…


Some shrink sessions were a little bit different. One night, we only shrank ourselves down to three feet tall so that we could drive around the emporium in the Children’s Barbie convertible. That was a lot of fun. Other times, only one of us would be shrunk so that the little one would be pleasuring the giant one from an interesting perspective…


I have to tell you: the first time I – as a shrunken midget – approached Jessica’s full-sized vulva as she lay on her bed, it looked like a giant maw ready to swallow me. That time, I had been shrunken to 1/12thscale, or six inches tall. She was using her hands to keep the pussy lips apart for me. I could actually enter my entire body into her, and I did.


Jessica did her best not to close her legs given my fragility at that size, but my moving about inside her vagina really made her convulse in pleasure. To me, it was like being in a warm wet washing machine! Her orgasmic gushes worked to ‘flush’ me out unharmed.


After ‘ejection’, she gently wiped me with a wet-wipe, then give me a quick lick before putting me on the side table where there was a soup bowl filled with soapy water, which I used to bathe in and clean myself off.


Needless to say, when it was her turn to be the ‘human dildo’ to me, she made sure that I was really gushing as a result of her body’s stimuli. Eroticism was taken to a whole new level by what we were doing with each other, as well as to each other. There was also an element of humor in some of the things that we did too…


One day, I decided to give Jessica something to chuckle about when I used the shrinking ray on myself that evening. Jessica was doing some mannequin dressing in the workshop at the time and I had placed on the bed in the doll’s house earlier in the day a nude Ken doll laying on its back. I had positioned the doll’s arms so that the hands were behind the head.


After the emporium had closed for the day, I quickly did my accounting tasks and made a notation on the sales log of today’s online purchases so that they could be packed and shipped out in tomorrow’s courier pickup. After that, I went into the workshop and gave Jessica the daily figures. She nodded. It was a good day for sales – both online and in-store.


Dropping off the days’ sales sheet on her office desk, I went into the packaging room with the shipping list. I spent several minutes packing the on-line purchased items in their shipping boxes and addressing them, then putting them on the counter in the lobby for the morning pickup.


Walking back into the workshop, I looked over at Jessica, who was finishing up detailing the faces of the next bunch of mannequins to be dressed and shrunk down. I quickly informed her about the completion of the packaging of the outgoing orders.


“Great. I’m almost done. The clothes slated for these mannequins haven’t come back from the cleaners yet so I won’t need you to help me dress them tonight”.


“So, are we going to have our little overnight interlude then?” I asked slyly. Jessica nodded.


“But of course! I’ll see you in the doll’s house in a couple of minutes, so you might as well start getting small now”, Jessica said as I picked up the shrinking ray gun from the work bench.


Nodding, I turned the gun on myself and after checking the scale size was set to 1/6th and the time duration set for ten hours, pressed the trigger button. Even with my eyes closed, I was still aware of the flash of light.


I took advantage of the delay to first put the gun back down on the work bench, then to walk on over to the ‘stock’ room before the shrinking process started. The closer I got before I became doll-sized, the less of a long walk I’d have to take. Logical, huh?


I was wearing the communications headset and after the shrinking process had completed, I went over to the doll’s house and up to the bedroom. Quickly stripping off my clothes, I then climbed onto the bed, then climbed on top of the Ken doll, straddling it like a woman intending to make love to a man ‘cowgirl style’.


I then started making rhythmic moaning and groaning sounds into the headset microphone, which of course was transmitted to the sound amplifiers throughout the emporium.


“Oh, Ken! Give it to me! Ooh, you’re so big!”, I said in a sexy gasping tone as Jessica walked into the ‘stock’ room and looked down at my shrunken figure on the bed going up and down on top of the Ken doll. She burst into laughter at the sight. I stopped my ‘fake fucking’ and looked up at her.


“So, you’re a peeping Tom are you, Jess?” I playfully asked, “can’t a girl get some privacy when having sex with somebody else behind her fiancé’s back?”


She finally stopped laughing and was about to say something, but paused, then she smirked. Oh-oh, I thought, what’s she thinking?


She reached down and gently picked me up off the bed with her left hand and brought me up close to her face.


“Having fun screwing Ken, Babs?” she asked me with a not-at-all-convincing glare.


“Well, to be honest, he was about as exciting as some of the guys I used to date back in college”, I replied with a giggle, “You know: you can’t really feel him inside you, but still having to exaggerate the sounds so that he could feel good about it”.


She giggled at that, but then that mock glare of disapproval came back.


“So, you’re seeing someone behind my back, are you? And in my own store at that! You dirty two-timing little minx!”, she playfully said, “Well, I’m going to have to let you know that I’m not exactly enamored by my fiancé fucking other people in my emporium… especially Ken!”


With that, she walked over to her office – still carrying me in her left hand – and once in the office, sat down in the sofa. She then put me over her knee the same way that I did to her when she was shrunken down in front of me for the first time.


“Time for payback, you naughty little wench”, she said with a giggle as she began to play-spank me.


“Ooh, ahh”, I said in an exaggerated tone, “I love being punished by you! Keep spanking me!”


“Reverse psychology doesn’t work on me, Babs”, she replied with a giggle as she continued to play-spank.


After about twenty seconds of that, she sat me up so that I was sitting on her knee. She smiled and continued to giggle some. I joined in the laughter.


“I thought you’d get a laugh out of that one”, I said with a broad smile, “I was getting wet most of the day just thinking about it!”.


“Well, you could have gotten some real fun out of Ken by fastening a strap-on dildo to him”, Jessica said, “but God, that was worth seeing nonetheless!”


“Hey, anything to make my wife-to-be smile”, I replied, “and you got your spanking payback promise fulfilled as well. Looks like win-win to me”, I added.


Smiling, she lifted me off her knee and brought me up close to her mouth. She puckered her lips and kissed me on the cheek.


“Oh, Babs”, she said as she stood up and carried me back to the doll’s house, “I have never had so much fun as what I’m having with you at the moment. I’ll let you ‘finish up’ with Ken, then I’ll shrink myself down and join you”.


“Don’t take too long”, I reminded her, “I prefer you to Ken any day!”


She gently put me back in the doll’s house bedroom, then she left the ‘stock’ room in order to get back to the workshop and use the shrinking ray gun on herself.


I looked at the Ken doll laying on the bed and thought about the best way to get him off it while shrunken down. Perhaps I could use the headset to ask Jessica to remove it before the shrinking process did its work on her, but then I remembered the other shrink ray by the side table. I decided to wait until Jessica came in and see what she wanted to do.


A couple of minutes later, Jessica – now shrunken down to my size – walked into the bedroom carrying a large paper bag. She was not wearing any clothing, except a strap-on dildo. I looked at her wide-eyed.


“Hey, I’ve got something Ken don’t have”, she sang playfully as she walked up to me and kissed me.


I laughed after we broke the kiss. I reached down to the dildo and playfully stroked it.


“Now you’ll have me to be a Cowgirl with”, she said with a smile as she took the headset off my head.


“Well, before we ride off into the sunset, Jess”, I said, “do you want to help me get Ken off the bed, or shall we use the shrinking ray gun here to cut him down to size?”


“The gun sounds good, Babs”, she replied, “and by the way, I’ve got some food and wine for us to enjoy. I’ve a feeling that we’ll be working up an appetite tonight!”


At that, I used the shrinking ray gun to make Ken doll-sized to our scale. Picking the doll up, I said to it, “Sorry, Ken, but I’m afraid that you’re just not big enough for me anymore!”


Jessica took the Ken doll off me and put it in the side table drawer. She then put the paper bag of food on the dresser, along with the headset. I put the ray gun in the drawer with the Ken doll.


“Time for me to get into position, Babs”, Jessica said as she got into the bed and laid down, “I’m looking forward to playing horsey!”.


“Well, in that case, time for me to do some more riding”, I replied with a giggle, “though it makes me wish I had one of those Barbie doll cowboy hats to wear while doing it!”


“Cowgirl please, not Cowboy!”, Jessica corrected, “Your mount awaits!”


So, I ended up making love to Jessica the same way I had pretended to with Ken. However, the sensation of the dildo within me made this cowgirl session far more pleasurable…


After I orgasmed from her dildo, I had her remove it from her person. I then put it on myself, then proceeded to use it to make love to her ‘doggy-style’. She certainly didn’t seem to mind me fucking her in this fashion.


After she orgasmed and we cleaned ourselves off, we both had some food and wine, and got ready to go to bed in the bedroom. Jessica explained that her shrinkage had been set to nine hours, so she would be growing back an hour ahead of me.


“Why’s that, Love?” I asked her.


“It’s a surprise”, she said, “not quite the surprise I got from your screwing Ken, but I think that you’ll find it fun”.


“Far be it for me to argue with my fiancé”, I said, “so let’s get some sleep. I love you, Jessica”, I said.


“I love you too, Babs!”, she replied as she laid down beside me. Drifting off to sleep in her arms, I felt truly contented, though I did wonder about the surprise she alluded to…


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“Good Morning, Sleepy-head!” she said as I stirred. She was already awake and out of bed.


“Good Morning, my Love”, I replied, “the combination of your lovemaking, plus the wine always makes for a sound sleep”.


“According to my watch, I’ll be growing back to normal size in about ten minutes. I’d better get out of the doll’s house. You’ve got about another hour or so before you grow back, so why don’t you get dressed and wait for me at the doll tea party table?”


“All right”, I said as I got up and started dressing, “I’ll see you there. I’m looking forward to the surprise”, I added.


“I think you’ll like it, Babs”, she said with a smile and a wink. With that, she headed out of the bedroom and out of the doll’s house.


One of the things about overnight shrinking was that I did not have a shower that I could immediately use. Our lovemaking was so passionate, but it did make us sweaty and having to put on my shrunken clothes so that they did not damage the doll’s house when they grew back, then growing back, and only then being able to go to the shower was a little tedious. Thank goodness that now Jessica and I were engaged, I had several changes of clothes and toiletries here at her apartment – and vice versa.


After dressing, I put on the headset and left the doll’s house. I walked on over to the children’s doll tea party table and chairs. I climbed up into one of the chairs and waited for my fiancé.


“Jessica”, I said into the headset, “I’m at the table and I’m seated”. There was no reply.


“Jessica?” I called out again.


Just then, I heard the familiar ‘whirr’ sound of the pink convertible. Oh, I thought: She re-shrank herself to 3 feet tall. Oh well, since today is a public holiday and we’re closed. We can have some semi-shrunken fun.


What I didn’t expect as the convertible drove into the ‘stock’ room was that it was being driven by a little girl! Well, little to a normal person’s size. This girl – who looked about six years old – still towered above me. She was wearing a yellow sun dress and had on a pair of Barbie flip-flops.


“Oohhh”, the little girl said, “Barbie is ready for breakfast with me!”


“Jessica!”, I called out on the headset, “I need help now!”


I stood up and got down from the chair as the girl got out of the convertible and walked on over to me. I was slowly backing away, but she quickly grabbed me by the waist and picked me up. She brought me close to her face…


“Surprise, Babs!”, she said to me with a giggle, “I make a pretty good little girl, don’t I?”


My eyes widened as I realized who the little girl was.


“Jessica?” I said with my mouth and eyes wide open. She nodded and then put me back down on the little chair on which I had been sitting. I looked at the sight of my fiancé and lover, now a cute-looking little girl.


“I told you that Dad made a number of inventions”, she said as she walked back to the convertible and pulled out a paper bag that was sitting in the passenger seat, “The shrinking ray-gun was only one of them!”


“So, he has a youth ray as well?” I asked.


“What I used to make myself young is a booth. Not a ray gun like the shrink ray”, Jessica replied as she brought the paper bag over to the table, “but since we have a public holiday to enjoy, we don’t have to play dolls. Instead, once you grow back, we could go out to the county fair and you can be my mommy and I’ll be your daughter!”


I thought about that and smiled. That was a wonderful idea. I nodded enthusiastically.


“Well then, let’s have out little girl-to-doll breakfast first”, she said, as she pulled out from the paper bag some food and some fruit juice, “because I think it’s gonna be an exciting day for us both!”


“I think that our lives together are going to be exciting times, Jessica”, I replied with a smile…

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