Tiffany Ray-Valentine

April 25th, 2013

Chicago, Illinois

"Yeah. Yeah, look, d-don't worry, Cat, I'll be able to make it." You told your sister over the phone, while also trying to ring up an increasingly impatient customer. The woman on the other side of the register tapping her long, fake nails against the counter as you rang up her latest batch of hair dyes. She opened her mouth, likely to start complaining again. Taking your mouth away from the receiver, you said "Give me a minute." Back to the phone, you continued. "Hey, Fiona's still into dolls, right? No, no! I got a gift for her; I was just making sure." Your niece's birthday was in a couple of days, and despite what you just told your sister, you did not in fact have a gift for her just yet. Again, the wined-up soccer mom in front of you angrily started to complain. "I said give me a minute." You repeated, admittedly a bit snappishly. Apparently, the woman felt that she didn't have a minute to give. Instead, she angrily stormed off, taking her items with her.

You let out a frustrated groan, knowing she was likely heading off to find your manager to complain to. "Motherfucker," you muttered, only to jolt slightly as Cat's confused rambling in your ear. "Nonono! Not-not you, Cat, just work stuff. L-look, I'll have to call you back, alright. Love ya, tell Fiona I said hi." With that, you clicked the end call button on your phone and hastily stuffed it back into your pocket.

"So, how's Cat doing? I'm guessing that you still don't have a gift for Fiona yet?" Your friend Brad asked as he wandered up to your register, a shit-eating grin on his face.

"You know I don't. I don't get paid for another week." You retorted.

Brad shrugged. "Well, why not ask for an advance then?"

You snorted. "Do you honestly think Nikki is going to give me an advance?" 'Nikki' was your immediate superior, an overbearing micro-manager that often had you working extra shifts. The chance of her giving you your money early so you could buy your six-year old niece a birthday gift was minimal, to say the least. Despite this, Brad seemed confident in the idea of Nikki spontaneous generosity.

"Hey, the worst she can say is no, right?" Brad asked. You rolled your eyes and asked if he had any more cliché setups he wanted to get out before the store closed. "Just go talk to her, wiseass."

You hung back as the store war closing up, Brad at your back for moral support as the two of you headed over the Nikki's office. As per usual, she was hard at work at her computer, oblivious to the world around her. With the air of someone being sent to their death, you risked knocking on the frame of her door, getting her attention. Her head snapped up almost immediately, her eyes coldly locking onto yours from behind a pair of horn-rimmed glasses. You weakly smiled at her, trying to bury the growing feeling that this was a horrible idea. "Er-hello, ms. Nikki." You tried, only for her to cut through your bullshit.

"What do you want?" Was her short, to the point, response as she returned to working on whatever it was she was doing before you interrupted her.

Biting back a wince, and with Brad's unspoken support, you continued. "I, well, I was hoping that maybe you could give me and advance on my next paycheck?" As soon as the words left your lips, Nikki froze.

Closing her laptop sharply, your manager turned her eyes back onto you, icy glare in full effect. Oh shit, you thought, dread creeping up your spine as she slowly stood up from her desk. "You know," she began in a falsely calm way. "I've been having more than a few complaints from our customers about you. You understand this is a place of business, right? Not somewhere for you to be on your phone?'

"I-I just… my niece is having her birthday later this week and-" You weakly tried to continue only for Nikki to once again cut you off.

"And now you have the temerity to ask for an advance for your subpar behavior? Tell me, do you enjoy being employed?" She coldly continued.

You lowered your gaze and started to mumble out an apology only for Brad to thankfully come to your rescue. "Hey, chill out, Nikki." he said, clasping a reassuring hand on your shoulder. Nikki glared at him, but he stood his ground.

Huffing indignantly, Nikki turned back to you. "Tomorrow, you will have double shifts on the register, am I understood?"

The honest answer would have been 'stuff it up your ass, you ice bitch' but that would have been an express ticket to the unemployment line. So, you gave her the correct answer instead. "Yes, ma'am."

-

After you left Nikki's office, you and Brad started heading for the bus stop. "'The worst she can say is no', huh?" You bitterly remarked as you and Brad walked down the streets of Chicago, still stressing over your niece's upcoming birthday.

"Look, it's not my fault that your boss hates you." Brad said unhelpfully.

"Thanks. Thanks, Brad." You muttered. The two of you walked past a group of bums in an alleyway, bartering over whatever they could scrounge out of the shopping carts. "If I don't find something, Cat's gonna hate me too." As you said this, your eyes darted this way and that, almost hoping to stumble on anything that might save you from your sister's wrath and your niece's everlasting disappointment. You didn't actually expect to find anything, so imagine the surprise you felt when you did.

Lying inside one of the bums' shopping carts was a doll. A pretty big one too from the looks of the box, about the same size as those Good Guy dolls that were all the rage back in the 80s. "Oh dude, don't talk to the hobos. Goddammit." Brad called out when he saw you start to rush down the alleyway to where the bums were huddled up.

You ignored him and instead walked up to the bum with the doll in his cart. This was stupid and possibly dangerous, but screw it, so was upsetting you sister. "Hey! Hey, mister, hold up!" You called out to the bum. The man jumped slightly, looking at you wide eyes as you ran up to him.

"Huh? Wuzzat?" He muttered, even from where you were standing, you could smell the stink of old whiskey on his breath.

"Listen, that doll you got, I'll give you twenty bucks for it right here." you hurriedly said.

"Huh? Oh! Oh, yeah sure." The bum thankfully agreed quickly, greedily snatching the twenty dollar bill out of your hand. He hunched over it, eyeing the other bums suspiciously when they turned to see what was going on. Brad caught up to you just as you were leaving the alley.

"Hey wait! Hey! How do we know this damn thing isn't stolen?" He demanded of the bum.

"Eh, steal this!" The bum rudely shouted back, crudely grabbing at his crotch.

You pulled Brad back out of the alley, dragging him back along the route to the bus stop. "What does it matter even if it is stolen?" You asked him, doll tucked under your arm. "It's better than nothing. As long as Fiona goes nuts for it, that's all that matters."

-

After leaving the bus and saying bye to Brad, you headed up the elevator to your apartment, poignantly ignoring the weird looks some of your fellow tenants sent you and the doll under your arm. Once you were finally within the relative privacy and safety of your own apartment, you decided to get a good look at your niece's future birthday gift. Upon closer inspection, you found that it was a little blonde bride doll, complete with wedding ring dangling from a necklace around its neck. A little 'Try me!' note on the box said that it could speak. Squeezing the doll's hand as instructed, you were pleasantly surprised when the doll – in a breathy voice that was strangely familiar – said "With this ring, I do wed".

"Sweet, batteries included." Fiona was gonna love this.

With the ominous specters of both your sister's unbridled wrath and your niece's crushing disappointment no longer looming over you, you allowed yourself a rare and precious moment of relaxation. You cherished these all too brief periods away from the constant nagging presence of Nikki and the obnoxious and inane demands of entitled customers. Despite this, and though you tried your best not to think about it, the slowly encroaching doom of the dreaded double shift that came with the morning continued to gnaw at you.

Well, nothing a little early evening television can't cure. Stuffing the bride doll away in your broom closet, you settled on the couch, ready for a few hours of mindless televised distractions.

Hmm, maybe Bound was on?

As you perused the channels, however, you didn't see that within your dark closet, the bride doll's blue eyes suddenly glowed green.

-

"Fucking Nikki." You quietly seethed to yourself as the elevator came to a stop on your floor. You had just gotten back home late in the evening after a grueling double shift, now thoroughly annoyed at your boss and everything she stood for. You shut the door to your apartment a bit harder than was strictly necessary, but you didn't care. You were too eager to end this exhausting day. At the same, you weren't so eager as to not notice that your tv was on.

The tv you were very certain that you turned off this morning…

Frowning curiously, you cautiously made you way over to the television, only to receive a second and even bigger surprise. Sitting there on your couch was the bride doll you got last night, only not only was it out of its box, but someone had apparently given it quite the extensive make-over. Its dress had been torn at the skirt, leaving the hem just under the doll's thighs. A small black leather jacket was now worn over the top of the dress and the doll's face had been decorated with deep purple lipstick and dark eyeshadow.

The doll was sat right in front of the tv. Looking at the screen, you saw that it was turned to a documentary on a serial killer from the 80s. Charles 'Chucky' Lee Ray, the Lakeshore Strangler. According to the documentary, Ray had been killed at a toy store not too far from where you worked, shot dead by one detective Mike Norris.

A quiet feeling of dread creeped up your spine at the idea that not only had someone broken into your apartment, but was possibly still there. You quietly slipped into the kitchen and snatched up a big butcher's knife, mentally preparing yourself to check every corner of your apartment. As you checked throughout your apartment, a part of you was wondering what might have happened. Maybe you should have listened to Brad. What if that bum put followed you last night and found out where you lived? It was a wild theory, but it was the first one to start swimming through your mind.

After thoroughly checking the majority of your apartment, the only place left to search was the same broom closet where you stored the doll. Opening it up revealed the now empty box. You hesitantly picked up the box, only to nearly jump out of your skin as something fell from within and landed on the floor with a thunk. Reaching down, you picked up the offending item in question only for your heart to stop beating for a solid minute as you realized just what you were holding. In your hand were a pair of batteries, still sealed in their little plastic baggie.

Before you even had time to process what you were seeing, a familiar breathy voice giggled from right behind you. "Surprise!" WHACK!

A sudden sharp pain to your shin sent you tumbling to the ground with a grunt. You tried to right yourself only for a small weight to suddenly leap onto your back, knocking you back down to the floor. You saw a brief glimpse of something glimmering in the closet light. Thinking it must have been a knife, you panicked and flipped over as fast as you could, sending the figure off of you and you onto your back. You scrambled upright, pressing you back against the wall as you sat on the floor. You finally got a good look at your attacker and what you saw shocked you. It wasn't a person, but the doll itself. As the doll struggled to right itself, grumbling all the way, you spotted the bat she used to whack you with. While it was distracted, you grabbed the bat and slammed it into the doll! Sending the living toy flying back into the living room with a yelp.

"What the fuck are you?" You demanded of the doll, bat still in hand.

"I'm a who, jerk! Not a what! The doll shot back as she struggled to her feet.

"Fine, who the fuck are you?" You 'asked', bat still in hand. "And why are in my apartment?"

"Name's Tiffany Valentine." The doll said, brushing off dust from the front of her altered wedding dress. "As for why I'm in this dump? You brought me here, dumbass. Remember?"

Right. "Well get the fuck out then." You demanded, wanting nothing more than to wash you hands of all this weirdness.

The doll – Tiffany – smirked. "And go where exactly? My asshole ex threw me out. Ain't exactly got a lot of places to crash and better this place then out in the city."

"Not my problem." You retorted. "Now get out!"

"Make me!" The doll said brattily with her tiny fists parked on her wide hips. You didn't realize it until now, but Tiffany was a sexy little shortstack. Her dress included a tight, white shirt that stretched painfully around her excessive chest, and a skirt that conformed with similar ardor to the shape of her ass. Her huge boobs would have been oversized on a regular woman, but for a woman who stood 3'10" in heels, they were simply ridiculous, jutting proudly before her.

In any case, you took her up on her offer and rushed the tiny doll. The move must have taken her by surprise, because other than a quick yelp, she made no effort to evade you. You grabbed her by the front of her dress, distantly aware of how the back of your hand pressed into her soft, cavernous cleavage. You dragged the doll off the ground and threw her bodily at the couch. Schripp!!! The sound of tearing fabric reached your ears, shortly followed by an indignant screech from the doll. Looking down, you saw the tattered remains of white fabric dangling in your hand.

Turning to the couch, you saw that Tiffany was now topless, her massive tits bouncing on her tiny frame. The lewd sight finally broke your already deteriorating restraint. While the doll was busy complaining about her now ruined dress, you quietly pulled your throbbing cock out of your pants. Tiffany turned to you, ready to vocally tear you a new one, only for her voice to fail her when faced with you throbbing cock pointed at her plump painted lips.

"W-wait, wh-what are you going to Mmnph!" The doll just barely managed to squeak out as you pulled Tiffany's head forward, slamming your meaty cock down the doll's tight throat. Her nose was bashed against your waist as her throat flexes around the burly cock rampaging in her throat.

"Hulkg! Mmphcglk~! Hnghglk~!" Tiffany lurched and gagged as you were slamming down her mouth so hard and fast that her large tits swung up and smacked her in the chin. Drool and spit coated her lips and face as she was barely even conscious. Her thoughts faded in and out as her ruinous choking filled the apartment.

"Ngh! Swallow cum dump!" you bellowed as Tiffany's gagging was enough to send you over the edge. Your cock flexed and massive blast of spunk came roaring out of her member and flooded Tiffany's mouth. The semen gushed out of her nose and oozed out of her stuffed cheeks. The force of it sent her pussy a blaze with lust as it drooled on the ground under her.

With her mouth so quickly filled with the single shot of semen, you pulled her cock out the blonde's throat as it was still pumping gooey rope after rope of spunk over Tiffany's face. Smacking the cum drunk doll in the face with heavy, wet slaps that dripped and drooled down onto her body. Her breasts getting stained white as you held you cock in one hand, the other groping Tiffany's huge tits.

"Yeah, that's an-mm- good look for you~." You sighed as you pumped the rest of your load on the coughing doll's face. Rivulets of cum dripped out of Tiffany's drooling mouth along with some in her nose as she panted for air. Her body shook and shiver in undeniable lust.

You licked your lips as at the sight as your cock only grew harder. Swiftly you turned Tiffany around, getting a good view of the doll's expansive ass. Your hand sunk in, vanishing in the firm thick rear as you groped and abused it. Tiffany, her mind a haze of lust, could only moan at the roughness of her assailant's hands buried in her rear. Her cum stained face mewling at the feeling until a sharp spank on her rear, bouncing off the walls of the apartment and getting a delightful ping in her pussy, brought her out of her daze. Just in time to feel a heavy, meaty object press against her dripping cunt.

"Wha-what-ngh!?" Tiffany's cry of protest was ruined by another sharp slap on her ass causing her to moan unintentionally. With a single thrust, you placed you cock right at the entrance to Tiffany's dripping pussy and slammed his hips forward, tearing the flimsy fabric of her panties apart as his cock tunneled up into her tight pussy. Tiffany's mouth opened in a perfect circle, letting out a silent scream, even as her entire body felt overloaded by the sheer sensory assault beating at her brain.

Wham! Wham! Wham!

"Ah…oooh, ahh fuck! Holy…fughnnn…You, puh-please, m-muh-mohrreee!" Tiffany was a mess, screaming out as your cock rammed deeper and deeper inside of her. Barely a full minute into the doggystyle pounding and Tiffany came, having already been worked up to the absolute edge with every minute that passed. She howled like a banshee, wordless, high-pitched shrieks as her fingernails tore shallow rents in the cushion, her hands desperate for some kind of grip to hold onto her sanity. Your thrusts threatened to knock the doll over with each push of your hips, digging that dick deeper and deeper inside her. You were thrusting like a mad beast, a frothing bull unleashed on a tight little piece of ass that would have driven even a monk mad with lust. Your hips smashed against her ass, balls smacking against her pussy lips like a metal door knocker, every inch of power in your body being unleashed onto her tiny frame.

"That's it you little slut! Take it nice and deep, that's right, grip me with your fucking pussy, Tiffany!" You used every ounce of power in his body to drive that cock deep into Tiffany's snatch, causing her juices to splatter all over the bed as he rutted inside her. For the little doll shortstack who was barely taller than five feet, it was almost enough to put a dent in the mattress with her face and tits.

Slap! Slap! Slap!

You smacked that ass over and over again, grunting like an animal as you drove down, clearly trying to break Tiffany's mind in half, if not also her body. Each spank turned her fat ass a deeper shade of red, and wrung strangled, overjoyed cries and strangled squeaks from Tiffany's throat, needful sounds that made you nearly vibrate with arousal. You were rutting into her like she was nothing more than a broodmare, gritting your teeth as her pussy nearly frothed up from your jackhammer-fast thrusts.

"Ah, yes! Oh god, not again, not already, oh gawd, oh fuck, oh, oo-wahhh!" Tiffany's face was almost unrecognizable from her usual put-together self. Makeup was streaking down her cheeks, her entire face was a deep, warm shade of red, and her tits were swinging high and fast enough to clap her on the bottom of the chin, and with a few particularly hard slams deep into her pussy, Tiffany was worried that she'd practically have her tits bouncing up next to her ears, her entire body seeming to expand and contract as that cock bottomed out inside of her. Feeling your balls smack against her pussy, realizing that you were all the way inside her, that she was full of dick, that Tiffany had been used completely and totally gave her a nasty, lewd sense of accomplishment. She lost all track of time, of anything in the room outside of her and you, your bodies joined as one. You were growling in her hair, complimenting her on taking cock like a good slut, groping her full chest and making her now fully hard nipples pulse with pleasure as you tweaked and tugged on them, showing her absolutely no mercy. She belonged to you now, in ways she was only beginning to fully understand, and you knew exactly how to cement that idea once for and for all in her rattled, dick-drunk mind.

"Ahh, fuck Tiffany, your pussy is so tight! I can feel you trying to milk my cock, you little skank! I'm gonna fucking come right inside your tight little pussy….get ready! Hrrrrg!"

You growled as you picked up the pace, something Tiffany didn't think was possible. Her body was thrashing around as you fucked her harder and faster, face bouncing off the couch as her ass rippled and clapped from the impact. What little bit of sense Tiffany had left in her head was used to shake her ass for you. Moans and gasps sounded from the doll, barely audible under the squeaking springs, your almost angry grunts, and the sheer force making the whole couch shake and rock against the wall, with clear thump-thump-thumps.

Spllrt! Spllrt! Spllrch!

Tiffany let out a lewd, gasping cry as she orgasmed again, cumming herself stupid even as you filled up her unprotected womb. Even that part of her body squeezed and writhed around your dick, hugging him and clearly desperate for more of your spunk. Her womb expanded like a living condom around your dick, and once again Tiffany's midsection bulged out, all that jizz she'd swallowed feeling like a light snack compared to how much you were pounding into her pussy now. It was bliss, eating away at Tiffany's sanity as that cock shuddered inside her, actually growing a bit thicker from the volume of jizz being pumped through it, while the sounds of her own cries and you grunting in her ears.

"Good bitch, Tiffany. Just lay there and take it, that's it…ah, rock back on my dick slut, like that, make that ass clap for me."

"Ahhh…oooh…yes sir. Thank you, sir." Tiffany said, her voice strained like she was going to lose consciousness at any moment, though right now that was the absolute last thing she wanted, happy to have the most sacred and untouched spot of her body be used as a dumping ground for your spunk, now that you'd dug a trench in her pussy. The idea that she might be pregnant made Tiffany swoon, and she reached back with her weak, trembling hands, spreading her fat ass to give you a better view.

-

You leaned back, slowly dragging your now-limp cock out of the aheagoed doll. You collapsed back onto the couch with an exhausted groan. Strangely, only one thought was running through your head at the moment.

What the fuck am I going to give Fiona next week?