Doll-Napped
Shrinking in excitement
chapter 7
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tramplefantasy
“Now, some of these dolls are new and some are old,” Mrs. Rodger began, waving her doll as she gestured her pupils. “So I’m still going to advise that you be careful with these dolls. Despite their name, they are not merely toys: they are educational tools. I’d advise that you all take extreme caution handling these things.”
With that, Mrs. Rodger gave the usual awkward sexual education lesson as expected in high schools. Naturally, she had to tailor her words and phrases as to not incite the predicted wave of giggles and snorts from erupting among the horde of immature children she had to educate. Throughout the lecture, the students were instructed about the various parts of the male body, such as the man’s lack of breasts. A lot of eloquent information was given by Mrs. Rodger about the composition of a man compared to a woman, like the development of a scrotum and penis compared to a woman’s vagina, the formation of a man’s breasts, and other useful bits of knowledge. This was lost to (as she predicted) the incessant giggles of the girls as they poked and prodded their dolls in unnatural and harmful ways.
With the lecture, Jack was thrown into a maelstrom of pleasure and pain; mostly pain. Stacey had the maturity of a five year old given a shiny bouncy ball when she handled the Jack doll, as seen by the careless slamming into her desk and her intrusive prodding of his sensitive areas. She was even cruel enough to take her pen and had wrote “2small” on Jack’s shaft, adding more to Jack’s pleasure and immobility in an ironic twist. Tears were forming from his unblinking eyes as he was forming bruises all over his body.
Thankfully for Jack, the lecture had ended, following the tone of the final rings of the school bell for the day: classes were over. Through the haze of sexual arousal and indescribable amounts of agonizing pain, he had been cobbling together an escape plan once he was safely deposited into the doll box. He’d wait an hour to recuperate from his wounds, make sure a good majority of the students had left the building, and possibly find his way home. Unfortunately for him, his plans would, as usual, never come to fruition. Stacey had developed an unusual interest in her doll. He was so lifelike, unlike any other doll in the classroom. She wanted him for herself. When she went to drop Jack into Mrs. Rodger’s doll box, she quickly hid it up her sleeve, leaving Mrs. Rodger ignorant to her sleight of hand technique. Jack was pressed firm against Stacey’s warm and inviting arm in a spooning position, much to his dismay. Stacey had drop Jack into her backpack as she left the classroom.
With that, Mrs. Rodger gave the usual awkward sexual education lesson as expected in high schools. Naturally, she had to tailor her words and phrases as to not incite the predicted wave of giggles and snorts from erupting among the horde of immature children she had to educate. Throughout the lecture, the students were instructed about the various parts of the male body, such as the man’s lack of breasts. A lot of eloquent information was given by Mrs. Rodger about the composition of a man compared to a woman, like the development of a scrotum and penis compared to a woman’s vagina, the formation of a man’s breasts, and other useful bits of knowledge. This was lost to (as she predicted) the incessant giggles of the girls as they poked and prodded their dolls in unnatural and harmful ways.
With the lecture, Jack was thrown into a maelstrom of pleasure and pain; mostly pain. Stacey had the maturity of a five year old given a shiny bouncy ball when she handled the Jack doll, as seen by the careless slamming into her desk and her intrusive prodding of his sensitive areas. She was even cruel enough to take her pen and had wrote “2small” on Jack’s shaft, adding more to Jack’s pleasure and immobility in an ironic twist. Tears were forming from his unblinking eyes as he was forming bruises all over his body.
Thankfully for Jack, the lecture had ended, following the tone of the final rings of the school bell for the day: classes were over. Through the haze of sexual arousal and indescribable amounts of agonizing pain, he had been cobbling together an escape plan once he was safely deposited into the doll box. He’d wait an hour to recuperate from his wounds, make sure a good majority of the students had left the building, and possibly find his way home. Unfortunately for him, his plans would, as usual, never come to fruition. Stacey had developed an unusual interest in her doll. He was so lifelike, unlike any other doll in the classroom. She wanted him for herself. When she went to drop Jack into Mrs. Rodger’s doll box, she quickly hid it up her sleeve, leaving Mrs. Rodger ignorant to her sleight of hand technique. Jack was pressed firm against Stacey’s warm and inviting arm in a spooning position, much to his dismay. Stacey had drop Jack into her backpack as she left the classroom.
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