Fingers and Fuzz Putting the Toy in Story chapter 4 by TinyLesbo

It had been a solid while since Jessie was allowed to move. Sure, Hana had left her alone for twenty minutes or so when the girls went downstairs to eat their dinner, and Jessie could hear the shrieking from a floor above, but she couldn't move with the condition her legs were in during that time, and since then, she hadn't left Hana's sight. 

 

The older sister's room was a huge contrast. Gone were the toys, the cartoon posters, the colour. Aside from a single rainbow flag above the bed, Hana's room showed no life at all. It was all just... books, and not fun ones neither. School books, math books, dictionaries. All the things a kid wouldn't want. 

 

But then again, Hana made that clear. She wasn't a kid any more. She was a teen. One who didn't like toys. 

 

And yet, this teen seemed interested in her for some reason. Legs splayed outwards, with a giant teenager inquisitively peering in between them, that was a mystery's mystery.

 

For what it was worth though, getting 'fixed' by Hana was a novel experience. The sensation of Hana's massive index finger, slowly and gently poking exposed stuffing back into the hole between her legs, was a difficult one to describe. Certainly not one she was used to. But then there was the love and attention in Hana's eyes as her finger disappeared inside of Jessie, all the way up to the first knuckle. She'd never had anything inside of her before, at least not as far as she could remember. Little nicks and tears had happened over the years, but never anywhere so central, or so deserving of such particular attention.

 

With her finger gently running along the inside of Jessie's thigh, sinking into the gap, Hana smiled with every nudge, and while Jessie had never felt so full, she had to admit, the sensation was interesting, and there was clear love in what Hana was doing. For someone who apparently didn't play with toys any more, it was a perplexing experience. 

 

Once the stuffing was back where it belonged though, Jessie had a front row seat to the next stage of her 'fixing'. Armed with a needle and thread, Hana looked desperately focused as she trembled with a needle in hands. Said needle was wobbling ever closer to the tear between Jessie's legs, and she reckoned she just had to sit there, motionless, pinned against the wall as that needle pierced her thighs. 

 

Clumsy, hesitant, but determined, the needle went into her, spearing out the other side, and Jessie had no choice but to watch this, unblinking, in visceral detail. Thanks to Hana's attentive fingers, her legs were gradually pulled back together. A jagged red line scarred the crotch of her jeans, but if that meant functioning like a toy again, Jessie could sure put up with it. 

 

"There you go..." Hana smiled, stowing her needle away safely on the desk. "I'm sorry I broke you."

 

Bringing Jessie into a tentative hug, the little cowgirl doll could finally express herself for a split second. Head tipping over Hana's shoulder, she managed a smile, and a sigh of relief, before Hana took another close look at her. 

 

Gently falling back onto her bed, she sat Jessie on her chest, splayed the cowgirl's legs outwards, and started examining the jagged fabric between. She ran her thumb along the bumps, and another bizarre sensation rippled through Jessie, but she was in no position to express it. Seemingly satisfied with her handiwork, Hana placed Jessie's tiny hands on her cheeks, marvelling at the sight above her. 

 

"You're so pretty, Alex." Hana smiled up at her, and confusion whirred within Jessie's expressionless visage;

 

Alex? Who was Alex? Was she Alex now? That was going to take some getting used to. Would she have to tell everyone else?

 

But her bewilderment was interrupted by plump, pink lips reaching up towards her. Unable to move, Jessie's vision was swallowed by lip, followed by the momentary, searing hot pinprick of a tongue coating her face. This wasn't like any playtime she'd ever had, and she wouldn't consider it bad by any means, but if she knew what was happening at all, that'd be a start.

 

Was this how teens played with their toys? By kissing and licking them instead of rustling and lassoing? 

 

Jessie could get used to it eventually. It was a little slimy and smelly, but nothing that wouldn't wash out. 

 

"Oh really? Y-you like me too?" Hana mumbled, a blush dusting her cheeks. Jessie had no idea what she was supposed to do here, but she couldn't dislike someone who fixed her so attentively, could she?

 

Sure, that same person also ripped her legs apart, but bygones were bygones. The kid was ready and willing to make up for her mistakes. That was better than any of the previous owners she'd had. Jessie was sat on Hana's chest now, her hands resting gently under Hana's careful guidance. Blushing furiously, she barely made eye contact with Jessie as tiny bumps started surfacing against Jessie's hands.

 

Staring forward, Jessie could just put two and two together. Of course, that was a major difference between kids and teens, wasn't it? Teens grew older, grew curves in weird places. And the pinprick of soft pressure under each of Jessie's hands was proof of this. Hana was growing up, and it looked like she needed someone to feel for that growth as it happened. As Jessie's hands were run along every curve this girl possessed, however minor, suddenly it all fell into place as her body was slowly nudged farther down. 

 

Slipping into the gap between Hana's crossed legs, Jessie just looked up at the teen surrounding her. Whatever her plans were, she was absolutely loving the result. Biting one lip, writhing slowly as she held Jessie in place between her legs, there was definitely some purpose to her play-

 

"Hana!" Her door swung open, and Aiko stormed in. "I want Cowgirl ba-"

 

Aiko stopped mid sentence as Hana threw her hands over Jessie, pinning the cowgirl to her lap.

 

"...what're you doing?" Aiko frowned. 

 

"Nothing...!" Hana raged back. "I was just done fixing her, so I was checking her!"

 

"Why's she there!"

 

"She just is! What're you doing, bursting into my room like that? It's rude!"

 

"I want Cowgirl back!"

 

"Well she's mine now, you can't have her."

 

"I'll get mom!"

 

There was the sound of Aiko taking in a deep breath, and suddenly Jessie saw daylight again, if only for a moment.

 

"Fine, take her!" Hana raged, and Jessie was thrown across the room. Her vision disappearing into blurs, she tumbled through the air before Aiko could clumsily catch her. Upside down, clutched against the younger sister's belly, her existence was darkness again as Aiko gasped loudly. 

 

"She's all red now!" 

 

"Yeah, well I didn't have any blue. Sue me." Hana grumbled. 

 

Aiko shook Jessie about, her legs flopping everywhere as she hmm'd and huh'd for a few moments. "It's nice actually. Thanks for fixing her!"

 

"I still want her back!" Hana yelled, as Aiko ran out of her sister's room. Back in her real owner's hands, internally flinching as she was almost kicked in the face with every manic step, Jessie's last hour or so sure had been... interesting.