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The Sex Doll II
Kelly Dongle has a new friend, Daniel Blackwell. He’s all hard muscle with a big cock, but he didn’t just walk into her life one day. He appeared out of a doll. Now, she has to help him find a new life after a more than 50 year gap. She can do it! If she can stay focused and out of his lap
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Chapter 2
Breakfast
(Chapter 1 is not suitable for a general audience)
Kelly filled the coffee maker with grounds and water before turning it on. Daniel was still in the shower. That was fine. He could take his time. Kelly figured she needed to make a huge breakfast. Daniel hadn't eaten in fifty-two years, and he now had two or three times the muscle to feed.
Kelly started by putting a pound of bacon in a large skillet and covering it with a lid. Then, she cracked a dozen eggs into the blender to make scrambled eggs. She pulled out a bag of country potatoes with onions and peppers and put them in another large non-stick skillet and stuck a lid on that skillet. By the time she finished putting everything but the scrambled eggs into a skillet, the coffee was finished.
Kelly grabbed two large coffee mugs and made both coffees with cream, sugar and vanilla extract. She turned around just in time to see Daniel walk into the kitchen semi-dry with a towel wrapped around his waist.
"You know... I wasn't really thinking when I took a shower. I don't have any clothes," Daniel said.
"It's not a problem." Kelly walked him to the guest bedroom and opened a closet. "My ex left all his clothes here, and I haven't gotten around to throwing them out. I don't know if they'll fit, but try on whatever you like."
"How long ago did he leave?" Daniel asked as he turned on the closet light and stepped inside to view the items.
"Two or three months ago," Kelly said.
"That explains a lot. Well, it does if you aren't keen on one-night stands,” Daniel said as he pulled down an extra-large t-shirt. "Was he a big dude?"
"He liked his clothes big," Kelly said. "And no, I don't typically go for one-night stands. Although, I've made a few exceptions recently. A girl can only wait so long."
Daniel laughed as he put on the t-shirt. He walked out of the closet. "No pants in there." He walked over to the dresser.
"That looks amazing on you," Kelly said. The t-shirt was long enough but it stretched around his upper arms.
"It almost fits. I'd prefer it a little looser in the arms," Daniel said as he pulled out a pair of boxers.
"Wait till you look in a mirror," Kelly said. "But shit. I better keep my eyes on breakfast. Take your time." She walked out of the guest bedroom and back into the kitchen where she flipped the bacon and stirred the country potatoes.
"What do you think?" Daniel asked as he walked into the room. "I don't think you were kidding about liking well-built men. Most of that stuff is my new size."
Kelly turned around. "Holy shit. I can't decide if you look better dressed or naked." She looked at his black t-shirt, dark blue jeans, black belt and dress shoes before bringing her eyes up to his face.
Daniel laughed. "I think I know what women feel like now."
"I wasn't looking at your chest," Kelly said. She laughed.
"You were looking significantly lower," Daniel said as he took a seat at the kitchen table. "Do these clothes give you flashbacks?"
"Not at all. I'm not sure I remember those exact clothes, but he never looked like you do in them," Kelly said. She turned to flip the bacon and stir the potatoes again. Then, she grabbed a large skillet for the eggs and tossed in half a stick of butter. "Oh. I made you a coffee." She picked it up and walked it over to him.
"Thanks. Been a long time since anyone made me coffee," Daniel said.
"Fifty-three years," Kelly said.
"I left so early the day I was imprisoned in that doll that my wife didn't even make me a coffee that morning. I stopped at a gas station."
"What the hell happened?" Kelly asked as she turned off the burners. She grabbed some plates out of the cabinets as he talked.
Daniel shook his head. He took a drink of his coffee. "That piece of shit used to have a Coke machine. I took orders and filled them. Drove a truck. It was a whole route. I did that guy's shop last. I'd like to say I had some sort of premonition, but no. That's just where it fell on the list. I could do it first or last. I did it last. I loaded the machine and took a new order. I was finished early that day so just started browsing the antiques. Caught sight of this old porcelain doll. Thought my wife would like it. I walked up to the counter, and he told me it wasn't for sale. He then walked me back to the aisle and recommended another doll. I said I wasn't interested. He was insistent, but the doll was ratty. It was antique but would have cost more to restore it than it was worth. Anyway, he keeps giving me this spiel about how I really need that damned doll. I was furious by that point and turned to leave. All of a sudden he tells me he has a twin to the doll I initially wanted, and he made a mistake when he put that doll on the shelf."
"And it was in the backroom," Kelly said as she finished plating their food. She walked the plates over to the table along with silverware.
"I should have ran right then and refused to fill that place ever again," Daniel said as he picked up his fork. "Anyway, I thought it'd be a nice surprise. I worked long hours. Got up too damned early. Worked too damned late. She deserved a present and the prices were pretty good. I shrugged and followed him to the back room. Well, this is nothing new for me. I'm in the backrooms of stores all the time, looking for their old Coke stock so I can out it out before it expires.
Kelly sat down at the table. "Shit..."
"Exactly," Daniel said. "I get back there, and I swear the walls are covered in pentagrams drawn in blood. More candles than I can count, and I swear to God, Kelly, they were not lit when I walked into that room. He picked up the doll he wanted me to buy, and they all lit. He never touched them, and I didn't see anyone else in that room." He took a bite of his food. "It was the doll you bought."
Kelly stopped chewing. She swallowed her food. "So, not the doll's twin..."
"Not even close. It had a wooden head. At least, it looked wooden," Daniel said. "Looked like it was termite riddled too."
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The Venery of Bigfoot III
The gene Institute has their Bigfoot DNA samples, but Kitty is stuck in the forest during a blizzard. Thankfully, bigfoot is big, hairy and warm. He knows how to survive the harsh conditions, but Kitty would like to move Bigfoot into a new home near the city. Can she convince him to move with her so she can ride his cock without traveling six hours to his forest?
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The Venery of Bigfoot II
Kitty found Bigfoot, got to ride his bestial cock and got her samples for the Betaism serum. Now, she's just waiting for the Gene Institute to give her the massive bonuses she's owed, so she can buy her mansion and live her true life. Unfortunately, none of the new alpha males have as huge a cock as Bigfoot, and it's a problem. She loved riding his cock. She'd have to find a way to get back to the forest - sooner rather than later, especially since she's sick with something she acquired in the forest, and she thinks Bigfoot has the answers.
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Back in the City
They arrived back in the city on a Friday. Levi went straight to the institute to drop off the samples for the serum engineering team. Kitty decided to take some time off, until Monday, anyway.
By Monday evening, the engineering team was working with Bigfoot’s blood, extracting the DNA and RNA from the blood samples and working on a more powerful Betaism serum. They agreed that this was just the alpha male DNA they needed to complete the cure for Betaism.
Almost immediately, the team was given $30,000 bonuses for finding the samples.
Kitty banked hers. It wasn’t enough to buy her mansion or staff, so she’d wait before making any big purchases. She wanted her entire lifestyle changed, and thirty-thousand wouldn’t do it. It was barely a drop in the bucket compared to what she truly needed, and Kitty had done the math fifty ways over the last five years. She needed millions not thousands.
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She arrived at her office and lab Monday morning. Her email was full, and she spent the morning reading through serum updates. They were making great progress and getting ready to start the next testing phase. It was Kitty’s job to review the findings from the last failed study. The side-effects were off the rails. The ones she knew about weren’t even a tenth of the full list.
She was ten pages in when Levi walked into her office.
“Happy to be back?” he asked.
“It’s nice to have heat and a real roof over my head,” Kitty said. “It looks like this last serum was hell in a handbasket.”
“It was bad for some. Great for others,” Levi said.
“Was there a correlation to the degree of betaism and the number of side-effects experienced?” Kitty asked.
“It’s all in there. If there is, you’ll find it,” Levi said.
“True. How many trials did they run?”
“So far? Three. The second trial was the worst. They adjusted the dosage on the third,” Levi said. “they said it’s working, but they want this new serum before they do any more.”
“Are they going to run another set of full trials for the new serum?” Kitty asked.
“They haven’t decided,” Levi said. “It depends on how fast they want to get this to production. Right now, they want this on the market in four to six months.”
“Is that enough time to run another full set of trials?” Kitty asked.
“I doubt it,” Levi said. “So, go over that initial data with a fine-tooth comb.”
“Did they get all those memories wiped?” Kitty asked.
“They finally finished that. They sent that group home a few days ago,” Levi said.
“How’s the penile enhancement injection coming?” Kitty asked.
“We’re making it stronger,” Levi said. “I just tried some.” He stroked his cock through his pants.
Kitty grinned. “I love big cocks.” She slid her chair back from her desk.
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The Venery of Bigfoot 1
In an effort to solve the health crisis of Betaism in male humans, Kitty Adroit is on the hunt for Bigfoot, who is presumed to be the most alpha male on the planet. She thinks an infusion of bigfoot DNA will complete her serum and turn beta males into ultra-productive, big-dicked alpha males, who are ready to be super-providers and keep their women *satisfied*. And she can't wait to feel those big alpha dicks pumping inside her.
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Betaism
When the light turned green, Kitty Adroit stepped on the gas. She was a mile from the Gene Institute where she’d been researching a newly coined genetic flaw – Betaism. It was slated to be the worst problem since Ditsy Syndrome, which they’d solved nearly five years ago. The Institute could now say they’d successfully treated over a million women between the ages of 20 and 40. The injections were priced between $1,500 and $20,000, depending on who was ordering and the name of their medical insurance company. It was a billion-dollar industry, but it’d also created a new problem.
These newly intelligent, career-minded women couldn’t find mates, and if they were married, they were now divorced. Kitty didn’t feel bad about it. The injections stopped these women from being hair-flippy, flashy boobs that only cared about when the next Louie Vedot handbag was going to be released.
They now owned businesses, or if they were working for someone else, they were achieving promotions at an astonishing rate. The arts and crafts scene was thriving. Another benefit of the Ditsy Syndrome injections. The women that weren’t in business were crafting and creating art, doing their own projects.
The economy was now thriving with all these new women entrepreneurs, but the dinner conversations were terrible. These women would go home, greet their husbands or boyfriends, sit down at the dinner table and start talking about their latest projects, only to have their male complain about how hard they were being worked and how they just couldn’t get ahead because of X, Y or Z. The worst excuse she’d heard was a woman describing her new boyfriend’s terrible day at work. His digital pencil broke, and after that, he couldn’t be bothered to do anything. Eventually, he complained of a stomach ache and got sent home for the day.
Kitty had rolled her eyes. This was classic Betaism, and fixing Ditsy Syndrome had exasperated the problem. Kitty had the same problem, but it wasn’t because she was recently cured of Ditsy Syndrome. She’d never had it. She’d always been goal-oriented, and she’d always had trouble finding a male that was worthy of her. Or at least, not a complete pansy-ass with a limp dick.
Kitty had just thrown her last boyfriend out a week ago. This car had broken down. She’d managed to get it to the side of the road. It automatically called for a tow truck, and she called Jim to pick her up.
Well, he just couldn’t. He was in the middle of an intense World of Fritters battle with his ‘Bros’ and couldn’t leave the game. They were counting on him to throw the hot oil so they could advance into the flour-atorium and take the coveted cream cheese mix. He’d quickly told her to ride to the shop with the tow truck driver. Then, drive home once the car was fixed, oh, and he had to go. His Bros needed him. A jelly monster had just appeared, and he was running low on powdered sugar.
Kitty had blown a gasket. She did ride to the mechanic’s shop with the tow truck driver. Then, she’d called a Super Ride to take her home. Instead, of letting the Super Ride driver leave, she tipped him extra to wait while she threw her beta male out on the curb. The benefit to calling Super Ride was that they all had extended bed trucks. It was a requirement to drive with the service.
Then, Kelly proceeded to throw all of Jim’s shit, including his coveted computer, onto the front lawn. She was done. Of course, he cried and screamed and wailed, thinking that would change her mind. It only made her more angry, and she told him that if he kept that shit up, she’d grab the sledgehammer out of the garage and smash his precious computer to bits.
He left.
The next morning, Kitty had the locks changed on the house.
That hadn’t been her initial plan. She wanted to test the Betaism serum on him, but it wasn’t ready, and the last trial has caused some very unwanted side effects. Ear and nose hair growth. Terrible body odor and erections that lasted for two weeks. It was the last side-effect that concerned them. The erections didn’t just form. They kept growing, causing the men to pass out. It had required an emergency genetic flush to rinse the serum from their cells.
The serum was out of their systems, and now The Gene Institute’s doctors were working around the clock to erase over a thousand men’s memories of the research trial, medication and after-effects. The higher-ups were not pleased, but it had resulted in Kitty getting the OK to continue her Bigfoot research. And, if she found him, she was cleared to travel.
Kitty firmly believed that what they needed was the addition of super alpha male genes, and since Bigfoot was slated to be a male of the neolithic period or a holdover from it, he was the biggest, baddest male on the planet. They just needed to find him.
