| Shelly's Talking Doll (Creepy Carla) *Hello, Kiddies, It's me, Creepy Carla! And it's time for a special eerie-otic tale for my favorite time of year... Halloween! -And it's me, Naughty Nancy, her kid sister! We're now going to present a tale... *What do you mean, 'we?' baby sis! This is for big kids! This is MY tale! Now run along! -No! I wanna watch this one too! (Sticks out tongue) *Hmph! Kid sisters! Can't live with 'em... can't spank 'em! -Yeah you can! Besides, maybe I'm not wearing panties under my costume! *You've had it, brat! You've so had it! And now, we present to you a tale that's freaky, weird, and sexy! -(singing) "These are a few of my favorite things!" *Hush you! You're already in for a whipping! -Can't wait! *Uh, yeah! And now kiddies, for a spooky evening, we introduce a girl named Shelly who always wanted the talking "My Betty" doll! Well, she got plenty more in a tale we shall call... "Shelly's Talking Doll" Young Shelly Watson had always wanted a 'My Betty' doll, the greatest toy craze among all the young girls of the town. It seemed as if every girl she ran into had one. And it had been popular for years. The 'My Betty' doll was a realistic-looking technical marvel that stood about two-feet tall (half a meter) and crafted to look like a 8-10 year-old-girl. She was packaged wearing a school uniform ensemble, with the skirt quite short and silky panties underneath. The flesh was a realistically-textured polymer and soft to touch. Moreover, she had a rather advanced (for the time) internal chip where she would say many phrases with the push of a button! And naturally, the toy corporation had many accessories 'sold separately,' such as other outfits to dress her in. You could get her a backpack, roller skates, soccer ball... anything. And the manufacturer temped kids further by flooding the airwaves with advertising campaigns on every channel and every kiddie show! 'My Betty' was everywhere... even in story books! And naturally, poor Shelly was no exception. For everywhere she turned, there before her eyes was another endorsement. And she had asked her mother on several occasions for one, yet she would always reply, "After the bills are paid!" And for poor little Shelly, it seemed that day never came. Each month, her mother would get nervous as she wrote out the checks as Shelly would stare with pleading eyes for that toy. And her mother would look back with much sorrow. "Honey, I'd love to get you that doll but they're so expensive and we've got to pay our bills so we don't get our electricity cut off, our car taken, or even worse... lose our home!" And little Shelly did her best to understand. But her longing to have that doll never waned. But the world turned and the days passed by into months. The air grew colder and autumn leaves blew across the lawns of their humble bedroom community as October came. And it so happened one afternoon she was out on the driveway jumping rope, her dress flying up to reveal her panties with every leap into the air. But, it also happened that a beautiful young teen girl came down the sidewalk, clad in a cheerleader uniform. Now this girl had rather perky breasts and the most delicious suntanned legs you ever saw beneath her pleated micro-miniskirt! And upon seeing Shelly jumping rope, she paused and let flee a giggle as she watched the wind whip up the dress to show those pretty pink panties and cute little bare legs. Shelly's flopping pigtails nearly mesmerized her as she went up and down over that rope. Finally, the youth spoke. "Hi there, little girl!" she said with a smile. Instantly, Shelly stopped jumping. "I'm NOT a little girl!" she protested. "I'm eight!" "Oh! Eight! Well, I'm sorry! I guess I was all wrong! You're almost grown up, aren't you!" "What'd ya mean, grown up?!" said Shelly. "I don't have boobs yet!" At this, the buxom cheerleader burst into laughter. "Awww, you're soooo cute!" she said. "Don't worry. Mother nature will visit you soon and then... look out!" She gave Shelly the most beautiful smile. "I see you're pretty handy with that jump rope!" she continued as the breeze picked up, blowing both her own skirt up to reveal her red cheer briefs as well as Shelly's panties. "Oh, summer's definitely over," she said. "And Halloween is almost here! You know what you wanna be?" "Oh yeah!" replied Shelly. "I'm gonna be 'My Betty!'" "Betty! Good choice! You'll make a good one!" said the cheerleader with a smile. "Say, I bet you have one of those talking 'My Betty' dolls too!" "Nuh-uh," lamented Shelly. "Mommy says they're too expensive and she has to pay those stupid bills!" "Aaaaww!" replied the cheerleader. "But I'm sure you make good grades and never get into trouble. You should really have one!" At that, poor Shelly nearly shed a tear. "Well... I make OK grades. But sometimes I get into trouble and Mommy spanks me!" "S... spanks!" stammered the cheerleader as she began to tremble at the very thought of a bare-bottomed Shelly getting a whipping over her mother's knee... or her own for that matter! "Well, I'm sure your mommy knows best," she continued. "Say, I bet I could get you a 'My Betty' doll!" Suddenly, Shelly's eyes bulged as if they would pop out! "What? Really? How? We don't have the money!" The cheerleader smiled with glowing white teeth and silvery-shimmering braces. "Money isn't everything, dear," she said. "Besides, uh... I don't play with mine anymore. But it's still just as good as the day I opened it for my birthday years ago!" "Y... you had a 'My Betty' doll?" "Uh huh!" replied the cheerleader. "And because you're such a sweet and adorable little girl... oh... I mean, not-so-little girl, I'll let you have mine!" Shelly nearly fainted! "Oh gee. You're the nicest teenager in the whole wild world!" she cried. "And to think my mommy said high school cheerleaders were, uh... slux! Yeah, she said they were slux! What's a slux anyway?" At this, the cheerleader turned rather pale. "Don't worry about it kid!" she said as she patted Shelly on the head. "Now don't go away, I'll be right back!" And with that, the cheerleader ran like the wind down the sidewalk, her skirt bouncing high above her waist, revealing both her cheer briefs hugging her bottom tightly, and those buxom tanned bare legs! And Shelly must have jumped rope for only a few minutes when the youth returned with a large sack in each hand. "Well, here you go, dear! Here's 'My Betty' and in the other sack is all the extra clothes and stuff I had for her. So have fun!" Shelly was so happy that a few tears leaked from her eyes as she took the sacks. "What's your name anyway?" she asked. "I've seen you walk down the street for years and never knew your name!" "Oh! Well, my name is...Kalie! Just call me Kalie!" "'Kay! I'm Shelly!" "Shelly! Oh what a pretty name! It fits you perfectly!" And so Shelly began to open the sack when Kalie stopped her. "Ah-ah! Not 'til you get to your room! This 'My Betty' doll is very special, and you don't want to loose all the stuff that goes with her!" "OK, Kalie! And does she come with a cheerleader costume? I always wanted to be a cheerleader! I can't wait to be a teenage cheerleader and drive, and go to malls and stuff!" "Of course, dear," replied Kalie. "And now that you have the doll, why don't you dress as a... er... witch for Halloween?" "I don't have a witch costume," replied Shelly. "Or a black hat! Or green makeup!" "Mmmm, not all witches wear black hats and have green skin and warts," said Kalie. "Some are young and very beautiful!" "Oh really? How'd you know?" "Well, when you're in high school, you uh... learn some things!" "I can't wait!" "Well, I better get on home, Shel! Have fun with your doll!" "Oh I shall!" And so Shelly waited on the driveway as Kalie once again raced off with the wind, her beautiful bare legs carrying her swiftly down the sidewalk.
But as her fingers gently touched the panty-clad crotch, there came un unexpected sound that startled her! "I'm Betty! And you're my best friend!" said the doll. "Oh!" said Shelly with a start! "You're soooo cool! And I love the uniform!" "Thank you!" replied the Betty doll. "Wow! This is so cool," beamed Shelly. And so she went through all the clothing outfits in the other sack. There seemed to be a million of doll clothes packed into a tight ball. She wondered where the 'rock star' outfit was in the chaotic pile, but as she dug through, she pulled out a small pair of denim shorts, hardly bigger than a pair of panties! Then she found a thong bikini swimsuit for her. And then there was a pink, micro-mini! "Hmmm, I never saw these in the commercials... or the stores... or with my friends' dolls," she mumbled to herself. "Oh, but they're sooo cute!" And as she looked through the clothes, it would seem as if it would take a year to try everything on her.
Late that afternoon, her joy turned to temporary shame when her mother came home, only to find that she had eaten the cookies she was not to touch until after dinner. And so Shelly found herself over her mother's knee with skirt hiked, panties around her knees, and her mother's hand slapping away at that bare bottom. "If you can't follow Mommy's rules when she's away, you'll be going back to after-school daycare!" "Whaaaaah!" bawled Shelly. "I'll be good!" "I hope so! If you're gonna be a latchkey kid, then you've got to obey your mommy!" And with that, her mother gave one final swat before letting her up and hugging her. "If I didn't love you, I wouldn't spank you," said her mother as she kissed her on the forehead. But Shelly raced to her room in tears. She sat down on the soft carpet to massage her sore bottom and to finish crying. Boy did she regret the cookie caper! But soon her crying faded into a few sniffles. Once her eyes were dry, she spied her Betty doll, sitting in her privileged place on the bed. She seized upon her and looked her over again. And once again, she began to go through the accessories. She found a small hairbrush and began to slowly brush that long silky hair. "Such pretty hair!" mumbled Shelly. "I'm Betty! I like having my hair styled!" said the doll. And so Shelly continued to comb the hair for a few more moments. Yet her bottom still stung a little, like a lingering tingle as she sat on the carpet. And soon she took the brush and turned Betty over. She lifted up the skirt. "You've been naughty Betty!" she said. "I'm sorry, but you're gonna get a spankin' to teach you to be good!" "Nooo!" pled the doll. "Please don't spank me! I don't wanna spanking!" Shelly grinned at the realism as she lowered the little pink panties. And there was an anatomically correct bottom, shaped as realistically as the factory could make it. And there was even a little puckered bum hole to boot! And so Shelly gave one quick spank with the brush. "Ooowieee!" cried the doll. Shelly smiled and gave a few more spanks. "Waaaaah! Please don't spank me! I'll be good!" said the Betty doll. "Promise?" said Shelly, as if conversing with a live human. "Promise!" replied Betty. And so, she pulled the panties back up and gave the doll a hug. "If I didn't love you, I wouldn't spank you, Betty!" And with that, she kissed her doll on the forehead. "I love you!" the doll said. But soon, her mother called her for dinner and so she brought Betty with her and set her down on the couch in the living room. After supper, she did her homework, pretending to teach Betty all the math that her work was about. And then as bedtime neared, she took Betty back to her room. That night after her mother tucked her in and turned out the light, Shelly snuggled Betty under her arms. However, she just couldn't sleep. For some reason, she felt a slight twinge of guilt for spanking her, yet at the same time, she found it quite thrilling. She also felt silly, for it was just a plastic toy... was it not?! She could not get over how real the bottom looked as she had spanked it. Finally, she rolled over and turned on the small lamp by her bed. She sat up and looked at her doll, which she had now dressed in a skimpy nightgown and lacy panties from the sack. She rolled her over and slid down the panties once again to stare at the realistic bare bottom. A twinge of guilt and naughtiness once again came over her. Yet she once again felt a tingle of thrill. She quietly got out of bed to look through the sack again, for there were still some accessories she had yet to discover. As she sifted through the various plastic items, she was quite taken aback when she found what looked like a thermometer in her little doctor kit. And so she climbed back on the bed and studied the doll's bare bottom, taking note of the 'bum-hole' in the middle of the crack. "Now just to make sure you're not sick, I'm gonna take your temperature," she said quietly. And so she poked at the little hole, before sliding the toy thermometer in. "Oooh! That tickles!" Betty suddenly said, causing Shelly to jolt. Then came an impressive realistic muffled giggle from within her. Yet such a response from the doll only made Shelly tingle down in her privates... the sensation she still had yet to fully comprehend! And without even being aware, her instinctive hand wandered down and began to squeeze her tingling privates through her panties. "Shhh! My mom will hear!" said Shelly. And so she pushed the thermometer in a little farther. "Now hold still! This won't hurt!" "That tickles!" said Betty again with a slight giggle. Upon hearing the doll's 'approval' of such an intimate invasion, Shelly only rubbed her crotch harder, hardly aware she was doing it. But a few minutes later, she slowly pulled it out and curiously patted and rubbed the doll's soft bare bottom. "Now, I have to take your temperature a lot to make sure you're always well and not sick," she said softly. "Oh goody!" replied the doll. "Goody," mumbled Shelly with a grin as she leaned close to the doll. "And tomorrow night you get another temp-taking... in the same place!" she said softly. "Yay!" replied Betty. Of course, Shelly wondered if the mysterious mechanics within were simply playing random sayings. Nevertheless, she pulled Betty's little silky panties back up, turned out the lamp, and went to sleep cuddling with her doll.
"Gee, that's cute!" said Shelly with a smile. "I hope you like showing off some bare leg! Now everyone will whistle at you!" And so she kissed her Betty on the forehead. But suddenly, there came another vocalization. "I wear short-shorts!" she sang in a little girly voice, followed by a giggle. Naturally, Shelly giggled too! "They actually look good and comfy!" she said. "I wish I had some short-shorts! Then we could wear 'em together!" Suddenly, the doll sang again, "We like short-shorts!" Shelly giggled, yet had to run off for the bus. And so she left her Betty perched up on the pillows. Later that day, Shelly was very tempted to tell all her friends about the life-like rectum of her doll and the toy thermometer. Yet as she sat in the lunchroom table, she decided to keep that quiet. For she feared that enjoying such a thing might render her abnormal. Meanwhile, Mrs. Watson, Shelly's mother spent her day off cleaning the house. Eventually she wandered into Shelly's room to gather the dirty clothes when she spied Betty reclining against the pillows, the most privileged place for all her toys. And there she sat like a lifeless toy, staring into space in her tube top and short-shorts, which caught her mother off guard. "Well well! Aren't you cute!" she said. "Slutty, but cute!" She dropped the laundry, picked up the doll and sat down on the bed. She curiously looked the doll over to marvel at the engineering that went into making it look and feel as realistically as possible. "No wonder you're so expensive!" And suddenly, as if forgetting she were a grown woman, she picked up the little hairbrush and began to comb the silky hair. "Gee, reminds me of when Shelly was just a little girl. She has such nice pretty hair! I could comb it all day! And she just sits there, so quiet and still!" She continued to comb the hair, now recalling her own childhood with her own dolls. "I guess right after I had Shelly, I felt as if she were my own living doll! Funny thing is, when I'd nurse her, I used to get... well, y'know... a little moist down there as those little baby lips would suckle my nurturing breasts! And more than once when I gave her a bath, I would get sooooo horny! If that bum ex-husband of mine wasn't around, I'd have to go and rub myself after I put her down to..." suddenly, she gasped! "Why am I telling all my dirty secrets to a damned doll?" she said as she returned to reality. "Oh well, dolls never tell secrets! No wonder they're a girl's best friend!" And with that, she set the doll down. "And yes, you look really hot in those shorts, missy!" And with that she gathered the laundry and left the room. But time passed and the school day ended. And after Shelly returned home, she went in to play with Betty for a few moments before watching TV and then doing homework. That night when she retired for the evening, Shelly once again fetched the toy thermometer and lowered those little silky panties. "Time for your temperature," she sang. "Hold still, Betty! This won't hurt!" And as soon as she poked it into that little hole, Betty giggled again. "Oooh! That tickles!" she said. "I know," replied Shelly. "My mommy used to do it that way and it tickled! I never told her that! And I never will in a jillion years! It's a secret! But I'll never tell your secrets!" And so she sat there for a few moments, before pulling out the thermometer again. "Oh, goodie! You're not sick!" And she was about to pull the panties back up, yet curiosity took her once again. Instead, she slid them all the way off. Then, she rolled her over, to look for the first time just how anatomically correct her crotch would be. Shelly gasped! She couldn't believe it! Where other dolls just had a mound, Betty had two small lips with a deep slit. She stared for a few moments, wondering just why they thought it so necessary to give her realistic private parts. "Oh my!" mumbled Shelly. Then, she curiously let her finger touch those soft plastic nether lips. She slowly began to rub them, using her other hand to rub herself! And once again, the doll giggled. "Oooo! That feels good!" she said. Shelly only chuckled as she rubbed, for it seems the doll readily admitted everything she kept secret. Then, she picked up the little thermometer. "Now, what if I took your temperature here?!" she said with a grin. "It's probably tickle even more!" And so she slowly stuck the thermometer between those lips as if it were a dildo. "Oooo! That feels good!" repeated the Betty doll. "I'm gonna tickle you!" whispered Shelly. "Oooo! That feels so good! Don't stop!" said the doll. By now, Shelly was so caught up in the fantasy play that she 'teased' that little doll twat for many minutes before she turned off the lamp. Once she lay down, she snuggled the doll once again, this time being naked from the waist down! "Oh, that felt good!" said the doll in the darkness. "Shhh!" whispered Shelly. "Nighty-night!" "You made me cum!" the doll said suddenly! "Huh?" mumbled Shelly. "Come? Come where? What's that mean?" Nevertheless, Shelly fell asleep with her hand down on her crotch slowly rubbing to sooth the throbbing ache down there. And although she was tired and knew she needed her sleep, something woke her up in the middle of the night! A mighty tingling sensation was tickling her crotch, occasionally sending electric shocks up her back. As if waking from an erotic dream, she opened her eyes and threw off her blankets. There to her surprise was her Betty doll, teasing her nether lips with one arm. Shelly gasped in shock! "It moves!" She seized upon Betty and held her up, her left arm still rhythmically moving with a faint electrical sound. "I didn't know your arms and legs could move!" she said. "Where's the switch? I must have hit some button while I was sleeping and turned you on!" She rolled the doll over and lifted the nightgown she had dressed her in. "I never saw any buttons before," she mumbled. She kept moving her arm up and down as if it were made to do so, but in the darkness, she couldn't find the switch. "Well, your batteries will drain if I don't turn you off, but I can't find it. I hope Mommy doesn't get mad over me using a lot of batteries." And thus unable to 'turn her off', she simply turned her back over. "Did I put you down there by my naughty parts?" Suddenly, the doll said, "I'm Betty! And I can make you feel good!" "Oh," mumbled Shelly. And so, she placed her back down at her crotch, but not before sliding down her panties to present her naked tingling little cunny! Soon the moving arm was caressing her all around. "Oooh! Ooooh!" mumbled Shelly. "That DOES feel good!" she confessed as she squirmed on her bed. "Oooooh! Aaaaaah! I hope your batteries last a long time!" And thus she kept moaning and squirming, slowly rocking her hips up and down as the doll's arm caressed her wet slit. And suddenly the doll spoke again. "I'm Betty! I love you! I can make you cum!" "Come? But I'm already here!" mumbled Shelly between her moans. "Cum for me! Cum for me!" said the doll. "Ooooh, ooooh!" moaned Shelly as the tingling grew more intense. Soon, a strange warm flush filled her body. "Oooooh! Ooooh-yesss! Yeessss!" And a few seconds later, she felt an unexpected explosion in her throbbing cunny that quickly filled her entire body. By the doll's hand, she burst into her very first orgasm of her life! "Aaaaaaaah!" she shrieked in a high girlish falsetto as she beat her fists on the bed and rocked her head from side to side. She raised her hips up high, lifting her bottom off the bed as her lengthy orgasm pulsated over and over again. After many moments, she finally calmed down, having been taken by surprise. She seized upon her doll who strangely stopped moving. "I'm Betty! I love you!" it said as Shelly returned it to the pillow.
"Oh, hi, Kalie!" "So, I see you're really enjoying your 'My Betty' doll!" "Oh yes! Thank you, thank you! She's soooo cool!" "Well trust me, the pleasure was all mine!" she said. "And I see you like the clothes she came with!" "Oh yes! And none of my friends have the clothes she has!" "Well, as I said, this one is a... uh... very special 'My Betty!' She's not like most!" "Yeah, I sorta noticed," stammered Shelly, not wishing in the least to reveal her discovery of orgasm by way of Betty. "Well, soon it will be dark and it will be Halloween night! And it's my time to go on the prowl!" said Kalie with a playful smile. "You still trick-or-treat?" asked Shelly. "What are you gonna be?" "Well, as usual, I'm gonna be a witch!" said Shelly with another sly grin. "I like to dress up to pass out candy at my house!" "Cool! I'll definitely come by later on!"
And amidst the ghosts, witches, goblins and vampires, the girls walked up and down each block until their sacks were bulging. However, there was one house Shelly just had to visit. Down the next street from hers, there sat Kalie's house. It was lightly decorated with spooky décor, along with the megaphone with her name to boast of her participation in cheerleading. Several glowing jack-o-lanterns lit the way to her front door, which was decorated with the Celtic thorn rune. The other girls had gone on to return home and her mother called her from a distance. "Shelly! C'mon, it's late!" "Just a minute Mommy! This is Kalie's house! Just wanted to say hi!" "OK dear, but not to long!" And so she rang the doorbell! And not five seconds passed when it was flung open by a very gorgeous sixteen year old in a black micro-miniskirt, red and white striped knee socks, a black tube-top, and completed with a pointy hat. "Welcome, welcome! Want some candy!" For some reason, her sexy costume made Shelly tremble at the knees and tingle in her panties! She looked down at the pointy black shoes, up the socks at her pretty knees, buxom curvy tanned thighs, perky breasts, and finally her pretty face that no costume makeup could hide. "Gee, you really look great, Kalie! I wish I were a pretty teenager!" "Aaaah, patience my dear!" she said. "And as I said before, not all witches are ugly old ladies! Come in! I've gotta surprise for you!" And without a thought, Shelly entered the house. For who could be less threatening to her than a pretty cheerleader in such a mouth-watering dress-up?! She followed Kalie into the living room and invited her to sit down on the couch. "Y'know, Shelly, you're a very pretty girl! I mean, I nearly fell in love with you when I saw you out jumping rope! You looked so sweet and adorable! I mean... I just wanted to cuddle you! And I figured if anyone deserved a special 'My Betty' doll, it would be you!" "Oooh!" replied Shelly, not sure what to think. Yet her eyes remained fixated on the up-skirt view she was giving her as she sat sideways on the couch. But Kalie only motioned to her as she held up the 'My Betty' doll. "C'mon! Show me how you play with her!" Shelly only chuckled. "Well, I just... do!" "Do what?" "Play with her!" "Oh! And do you take her to bed at nights?" "Well... yeah! She's my favorite toy!" "And... what do you do to her at nights?" asked Kalie with a rather sly tone. Shelly blushed many shades of crimson, feeling quite naked before her older friend. "Well, I just sorta... tuck her in!" "Oh c'mon! You can be honest with me! I know when you're lying!" warned Kalie. Shelly gasped. "How do you know?" "Well, you know why I'm dressed as a witch tonight?" asked Kalie. "Why?" Kalie swallowed hard and then leaned close to whisper. "Because I AM a witch!" she suddenly declared. "Like I said, not all witches are old hags!" Shelly nervously chuckled. "You're not a witch! Witches are only in storybooks!" "And where do you think the story books got their ideas?" replied Kalie. "Here, take the doll! I'll show you!" And thus Shelly seized upon the seemingly lifeless doll and held her up again. Suddenly, Kalie closed her eyes and broke into some chants as she slowly began to pat her gorgeous legs. "Al-kabahl! Tet-a-teth! Ach-pwyll!" she cried out as she rubbed an amulet about her neck. Shelly watched in awe as Kalie slowly swayed her head about in circles, making all her mystical chats of bizarre words. Suddenly, the gem on her necklace began to glow for a few seconds. But moments later, Kalie fell silent and limp, as if in a deep sleep. "Kalie?" said a nervous Shelly. "Kalie! What's going on?!" But the beautiful Kalie did not move. Instead, the 'My Betty' doll began to twitch about in her hands. "Hi! I'm Betty! And I love you!" said the doll. "I like it when you touch my privates! It feels good!" Shelly gasped as she held the doll, which once again seemed to have a life of it's own. "You're my best friend!" said the doll. "Let's cuddle! I can make you feel good!" And so Shelly nervously held the doll close to her. She began to rock and sway as she sat on the couch. "Are... are you real?" she dared to ask! "Of course I'm real!" replied the doll. "I'm an enchanted doll!" "Oh my!" gasped Shelly. "Take off your panties!" said the doll. "I wanna make you feel good!" Without a thought, Shelly lifted her skirt and slid her panties down to her knees. She slowly placed the doll down to her crotch. "You are pretty!" said the doll. "I like touching your privates!" And soon, the arm began to move, stroking away once again at her hairless little slit. "Oooh! Oooooh!" moaned Shelly. "That feels really good!" "My name's Betty! I love you!" said the Betty doll as her rubbing grew more intense. And just like the night before, the feeling grew until she had that warm flush fill her body. "Oooooh! Ooooh! Oh yes! Oh Betty! Don't stop! Don't stop!" "My name's Betty! And I'm gonna make you cum!" said the doll. "OOooh! OOOOH!" Shelly cried out as she passed the point of no return. Soon, a spine-tingling orgasm overcame her, shaking the very foundations of the Earth from her perspective. Her vision blurred, her head spun, and her body broke out into convulsions. "Aaaaaaaah!" she shrieked uncontrollably as her orgasm seemed to go on forever. And after the spastic pulsations subsided, she felt all her energy drained. She simply passed ot on the couch of Kalie's living room into a deep sleep.
Shelly felt a hand shake her. And thus she rolled over, only to find herself in a strange bed, staring into the eyes of a woman she had only known to be Kalie's mother. As soon as it all came back, she shrank back with a start! "How'd I get here?" she asked. "Kalie dear! Wake up! Hurry! Get dressed and get to school!" Shelly leapt out of the bed, trying to recall what had happened. Yet she could make no sense of the strange bedroom she had awoken to. She ran to a door that led to the bathroom. But once she turned on the light, she stared into the reflection of Kalie in the mirror! She looked down to realize just how tall she was and that large perky breasts were in the way of seeing her feet. And thus she let out an ear-shattering scream of terror! Kalie's mother raced into the bathroom. "What is it now?! Don't tell me... a zit! Gee, you're so obsessed with your looks! Geesh, that's gonna get you in trouble. Now hurry!" Not knowing what else to do, she put on the cheerleader uniform. But for once in her life, she felt like a goddess as she realized just how much flesh she was showing, all to be admired by the world. The snug, bun-hugging briefs under the skirt seemed to massage her crotch as she walked. Then, it all came to her. The last thing she remembered before her massive orgasm last night was Kalie claiming to be a witch! She took one more look in the mirror at her beautiful pubescent form. The very sight of that gorgeous body on display nearly made her orgasm again. However, she simply grabbed Kalie's book bag and raced through the house. "Here! Don't forget your keys!" said Kalie's mom. "And drive carefully!" Driving! Ah, the privilege of teen-hood. Once she unlocked the old Chevrolet in the driveway with the pink dice hanging from the mirror, she felt as if all the world were at her fingertips. Yet there was one small problem. She knew not how to drive, other than watching her own mother drive. She knew one peddle was for going and the other for stopping! And though she was the right size to drive the car, everything felt awkward in her hand. And thus as she pulled out of the driveway, she slammed the breaks once she reached the street, and then over-accelerated. And thus down the street she drove with a 'screeeetch- vroooom! Screeeetch-vrooooom!' She nearly crashed when she passed by a corner where she saw herself standing waiting for the bus! Well, it was her body anyway. But whoever was within waived back with the most wicked of smiles! "Kalie!" she shouted as she rolled down the window. "Stop this! Change everything back!" But the image of herself only smiled and waived. "Enjoy your life as a sexy cheerleader!" replied the childish voice. And so the old Chevy continued down the street with a 'screeeetch- vroooom! Screeeetch-vrooooom!' And all the way to school, a long line of cars honked and cursed her as she rolled along the main thoroughfare at 20 mile per hour! Meanwhile, the teen witch gloated to herself at how well her seductive spell had worked. She savored every minute of the day, returning to elementary school in an eight-year-old body, free of all the stress of adolescent life. "No more periods for me!" she would mumble to herself over and over. That afternoon, she let herself into the Watson house with the key she had worn on her necklace as Shelly had always done. She threw herself on Shelly's bed, recalling the time they had made love while her spirit had inhabited the My Betty doll. "I'm the best witch in the whole damned world!" she said aloud in her eight-year-old voice. And finally, 'her' mother returned home from work to fix dinner. "Oh Shelly, honey!" she said as she set the table. "Yes Mommy!" replied Kalie, ever so proud that Mrs. Watson suspected not a thing. "Mommy's got a meeting tonight! So I've hired a babysitter to watch you." "Aaaw, Mommy!" protested Kalie. "I can take care of myself!" "Sorry dear, you're not old enough! Now please be good for her tonight!" Kalie sighed, realizing that not everything was wonderful about being eight years old again. "Now, hurry and finish your supper dear so I can wash your plate before I go. Oh, and just in case you think about giving your sitter a hard time, I'm putting the spanking paddle right were she can get to it!" "Aw Mommy! I'll be good!" "I'm sure you will, but still... Mommy knows her daughter!" And ten minutes later, the doorbell rang. "Oh, I bet she's here!" said Mrs. Watson as she ran to answer the door. "Oh, hello! You're right on time!" And so Kalie looked up as her mother returned. "By, sweetie, I gotta go!" And next to her mother stood... herself! Or shall we say, her old self, or at least the body she used to inhabit. But she knew too well it was Shelly! For she stood staring her down with a face of sly vengeance. "Now get to bed on time or else Kalie's been told to paddle your bare bottom red!" With that, she bent down to kiss her on her forehead before racing out of the house. Poor Kalie gulped as she stared at Shelly in her former buxom body. "Well, hello... 'Shelly!'" said an irate Shelly in Kalie's old voice. She slowly made way for the kitchen, right for the paddle hanging on the wall. She removed it and began to slap her hand with it. "First I'm gonna spank your bare bottom! Then, I'm gonna take your temperature! Then, I'm gonna spank you again! Then, I'm gonna give you a bath... and then spank you again! Oh, and then another temperature taking in your bottom! And... maybe put diapers on you! Oh, and before bedtime... another spanking!" Poor Kalie dropped the spoon she was holding. She began to chant again as she reached for her amulet about her neck. Yet it was not there! She had forgotten it! "Looking for this!" said Shelly as she held it up. "That's mine!" cried Kalie. "Give it to me!" "Finders keepers; losers weepers!" said Shelly in her childish way, albeit with Kalie's former voice. And so, Kalie leapt from the table. "I'm outta here!" But the body in which she now dwelt was hardly capable of outrunning her former voluptuous sexy legs. Shelly caught her almost instantly. She dragged her off to the living room, pulled her over her knee, and lifted up the little skirt that she herself had been wearing only yesterday. And finally, pulled down those panties. And so, with a swing of the paddle, she stung that bare bottom red! "Ooooowie!" cried Kalie as she thrashed about. "C'mon now! Be a good doll!" -Smack!- "Make me feel good after this spanking!" -Smack!- "And maybe I'll make you feel good!" -Smack!- "Oooowieee! I'll be good!" cried Kalie. "Please don't spank me!" But Shelly swung the paddle, each swat making her all the more tingly in her panties. And with each stinging swat that landed on her bottom, Kalie learned too late the dangers of practicing witchcraft! However, she felt her immature privates grow tingle as she rubbed against those buxom cheerleader's legs that were once her own! * * * * * *Well kiddies! Guess you'll never look at a toy doll the same way again! But I don't fell too sorry for Kalie! -Yeah! Imagine getting spanked by a cute cheerleader like that! *Hey! I thought I told you to go to bed! -You did! And I said, "Nnnnooooo!" *Alright you brat! Well see just how lucky you think Kalie is once I'm finished with you over my knee! -Oh goodie! *Well kiddies! That's our Halloweeen story for this year. Just remember! Be careful what you wish for! And toys aren't everything! Sweet dreams! -Yeah! *C'mon you! You've got a date with my paddle! Goodnight Kiddies! |