“Oh my god, Jenny, it’s a fucking Doll,” Rosie hissed.

Jenny blinked away her shock and rested her drink down on the table.

“Where?” she whispered back.

“Right behind you, at the bar. In the blue dress.” She discreetly pointed to it over Jenny’s shoulder.

The figure was clad, just like Rosie said, in a sleeveless, deep blue dress, with a plain white belt wrapped around its impossibly-tiny waist. It wore tall, loose socks and black Mary Janes on its dainty feet, and a beret rested atop its head of synthetic brunette hair. It rested a ball-jointed elbow on the bar, sipping a colorful daiquiri.

“Jesus! You’re right,” Jenny said. “Is this your first time seeing one in person?”

“Yeah, you?”

Jenny shook her head. “I saw one a couple of years ago. It was right after people started turning into them. There was a girl in my high school who showed up to graduation with wool hair. And it had, like…fabric mittens instead of hands.”

“Holy shiiiiiiiiit,” Rosie sighed. “That’s creepy as fuck. Did it act different? You’re supposed to…act different once you’re a Doll.”

Jenny just shrugged. “I couldn’t say. I didn’t know it super well before. But it did sort of…giggle when they gave it the diploma.”

“Crazy. Do you—“

“Hey, it loves your dress! It’s so stylish!”

Rosie jumped as she noticed the Doll standing over them, holding its drink between its jointed plastic fingers. Its uncanny glass eyes were a deep, rich brown that matched its hair. It had addressed Jenny.

“U-um…” she sputtered. “Thanks, I guess?” She didn’t dare show it in front of Rosie, but she appreciated the compliment. The floral sundress she wore was a new favorite of hers, and her friend hadn’t even acknowledged it.

It smelled nice, too, now that it was up close. She could smell its perfume—soft lavender, with a hint of…something she didn’t recognize. But it was nice. An intrusive thought commanded her to ask the Doll if she could sniff it, but it was quickly dismissed.

“So…what brings you over here?” Rosie asked cautiously—though her face and tone said “what the fuck do you want with us?”

The Doll cocked its head, slowly blinking its brown glass eyes. “Dollie thought you two were cute and wanted to introduce itself. It hopes it’s not bothering you.”

Rosie opened her mouth, probably to tell the “plastic freak” off, but the words didn’t come out. She pursed her lips and glanced at Jenny, wordlessly begging her to save them.

“No, it’s—it’s fine,” Jenny stammered out. It wasn’t fine, but she instinctively felt the Doll was acting in good faith for some reason, and didn’t want to turn it away harshly. “We’ve just…we haven’t met a Doll in person before.”

“Dollie’s not a person,” it said with a vacant smile. “But it understands what you mean.” It held out its hand for a shake. “Its name is Annie.”

She cautiously took it. “I’m Jenny. This is my friend, Rosie.”

“It’s a pleasure,” Annie said with a strange smile. “Do you mind if I sit with you two?”

“Um…” Jenny said, looking to Rosie. Her friend opened her mouth to speak.

“We were…really hoping for…” She paused, gritting her teeth, struggling to find a polite rejection. But Annie inched closer to her, and her nostrils flared.

“…that’s a nice scent…” she mumbled, her eyes fluttering. The empty glass in her hand must have been getting to her. It was getting to Jenny, too. She was feeling a little light and a little woozy for just one drink. Maybe the whiskey was just extra-strong here.

The Doll giggled. “Thank you! It’s special—just like this one! But that’s a story for when Dollie’s gotten to know you cuties better.” It slid into the seat next to Rosie, apparently having taken her absentminded compliment as an invitation. “What do you think of this place? This one likes the decor a lot, but the choice of music?” It made an exaggerated face. “It’s so…human.”

“Um,” Jenny said. “This—I mean—most bargoers are human, aren’t they?” Her eyes gravitated towards the space where Annie’s upper arm pressed against its ample chest. For some reason, she wondered about the little plastic hole hiding underneath its shoulder. The Doll equivalent of an armpit, right?

She blinked. What? She—she wasn’t a freak, she didn’t even like human pits, why was she…

“How the hell are you drinking that, anyway?” Rosie asked, gesturing to Annie’s daiquiri. “Aren’t you made of plastic?”

It just giggled. “Haven’t you ever heard Run Run Rudolph?” it said, its dull glass eyes glimmering in the barlight. “‘A little baby doll that can cry, drink, sleep, and wet?’ That’s me~” It punctuated this revelation by finishing its drink and placing it on the table with a clink!

“Anyway, Dollie just had to check out this place, considering it’s within walking distance of its apartment,” Annie said.

“Oh, cool,” Rosie lied. Or—did she? It was hard to tell with how intoxicated she seemed. Her face was flushed, and she kept stopping herself from leaning against Annie and resting her face in its pi—on its shoulder. God, those stupid intrusive thoughts again. Why? Jenny wasn’t…she didn’t have the same disgust for Dolls that she tolerated in her friend, but she wasn’t some—Doll fetishist.

“Sorry, I—I need to use the bathroom,” she excused herself, stepping away from the table.

In the harsh fluorescent light of the bathroom, Jenny splashed frigid water over her face. Breathing deeply, she stared at herself in the mirror, her head slowly clearing and settling into a pleasant one-drink haze.

Ok, if getting away from the table dispelled the strange feelings and odd intrusive thoughts, then it probably wasn’t a roofie. Although what kind of roofie could reprogram her brain into craving Dollpits, she didn’t know.

She also didn’t know why the hell her brain phrased it that way, or why the mirror image of her eyes went half-lidded at the phrase “Dollpits.” They were probably very pretty. They probably smelled even nicer up close. She wanted to sniff them. She wanted to put her face up against that plastic hole and—

Jenny inhaled deeply, pushing her crotch against the ceramic counter. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she imagined Annie’s unsettling smile looming above her. A jointed palm pressing against her hair as she SHOVED her face into those pits—

A knock on the bathroom door jolted her awake. What the fuck?? WHAT THE FUCK?? Shit, shit, she had been humping the sink through her dress while fantasizing about a perso—a Doll she just met. What the hell was wrong with her?

Blushing bright red, she left the bathroom to its new hopeful and bashfully hurried back to the table.

Jenny nearly screamed.

Rosie was wedged into Annie’s underarm, nose pressed directly into its pit. She was quietly sniffing with a blissful, peaceful expression on her face. Jenny felt sick with envy. She needed to sniff pits sniff pits sniff Dolly pits sniff smelly Dollpits obey Dollpits worship Dollpits—

She caught Annie’s eye. The Doll giggled and gently removed Rosie’s scentdrunk face from its skin. She kept sniffing the empty air, dazed and crosseyed.

“Sorry you had to see that,” Annie giggled, not sounding very sorry at all. “But it has a feeling you want the same experience Rosie here had—right?”

Jenny nodded. Drool was pooling in her mouth—she could faintly smell Annie from where she stood. The cloying mix of lavender, musk, and a touch of something indescribable and narcotic beckoned her closer. Seeing Rosie succumb had activated her, and it took all her strength to hold herself back from grabbing Annie, pinning its arms above its head, and sniffling both pits one after another like a dog in heat.

“Then let’s head back to Dollie’s place. It’ll pay for your drinks.” The Doll winked and stepped away for a second to pay at the bar. Its scent faded from the air, and the lustful fog cleared from Jenny’s head.

“Holy shit. Holy shit,” she gasped—almost moaned. “Rosie, we need to—we need to get out of here. That thing—it’s controlling us, somehow.”

Rosie didn’t respond. She just stared, glassy-eyed, at Annie, nose up in the air like a bloodhound.

“Rosie? Rosie, please wake up…” Jenny pleaded, her eyes beginning to water. “Rosie, please, you hate Dolls, don’t—“

“Awawawawa,” Annie intoned, pressing a finger against its cheek. It had returned.

“You,” Jenny whimpered. “What did…what did you do to us?”

The Dollie giggled and cocked its head. “This one was just flirting with you! It’s not Dollie’s fault humans get so affected by its Essence.”

Essence. The word was sharp, pungent. Like the stench of Annie’s lavender musk. The thought that there was something special in its intoxicating Dollstink made Jenny wet, in spite of her conscious mind’s protests.

“Well, it’s going home, and both of you are invited to come with Dollie,” Annie said, so glib and carefree. “If the idea really bothers you that much, don’t feel obligated to come. Just let it streeeeeetch its joints for a sec…”

The Doll raised its arms over its head. And just like that, it was over.

A wave of cloying Dollsmell smothered Jenny’s face as she finally got a good look at Annie’s pits. The notch in the ball joint sang to her like a black hole, luring her in with promises of smelly scents that would warm her skin and make her toes curl with pleasure. She tried to think of anything other than that enticing void, but her mind was full of stink. Dollsmell. Smelly Dollpits. Stinky Dollscent. She mindlessly mouthed each word as Annie grinned and made its way towards the door, leaving a trail of the scent that Jenny craved so badly in its wake. She hurriedly gathered her purse and followed, nothing in her mind but that irresistible aroma.

Both women shambled after the Doll as if it was the Pied Piper, luring them away to the river to drown. Just as Annie said, its apartment building was less than a block away. It scanned its keycard and led them into the elevator.

“It’s a bit of a ride,” it said, pressing the button for the 13th floor.

Inside the enclosed space, the faint scent grew to unbearable levels. It was all Jenny could do to stop herself from masturbating right in the middle of the elevator. She was far from lucid, but she noticed the stink getting stronger, even though Annie’s arms were at its sides.

Rosie stood stiffly next to her, drooling and blank, regularly sniffing the musk-thick air. She looked…different? Her eyes. They were glassy and unfocused, yes—Jenny was sure hers were, too. But she could have sworn they were a duller shade of brown before. And her hair was darkening from dirty blonde to a bright, rich brown.

The elevator dinged, and Jenny instinctively stood at attention, like a hypnosis subject triggered with a snap. Annie beckoned them out of the elevator and into its apartment.

Annie had the living space you would have expected from a Doll. The furniture was slight, twee, and cartoonish. The walls were painted a baby blue that complimented the darker, rich blue of its dress. It looked like a dollhouse. And in effect, it was.

“Sit down, please,” Annie said, gesturing to its bed. Rosie and Jenny sat down without a second thought. The Doll giggled and doffed its beret, hanging it on a hatrack by the door, full of berets and bonnets of different colors and styles. It unbuckled its shoes next, stepping out of them as it wriggled out of its dress.

“Smell…” Jenny moaned, trying to resist its power over her mind. “Why is…why is it so much stronger…?”

“Oh, a Doll’s Essence gets stronger when it’s aroused,” Annie explained, tossing the dress on the floor. “This one’s Essence just happens to be smelly, fragrant pits~” it cooed.

“Smelly pits…?” Jenny repeated in a daze.

Annie leaned forward and crossed its arms behind its head, exposing the girls to both pits. “Smelly. Fragrant. Pits~”

Jenny tried to fight through the wooziness to assert herself in whatever way she could, but the only thing that came out was “M-may I touch myself, Dollie?”

Annie shrugged. “Sure, why not? It’s your last opportunity to, after all.”

“H-huh?” Jenny questioned as she lifted up her dress and slid her fingers into her panties. The scent got stronger and stronger and stronger. The smelly Dollstink. The pitscent. The scent of Annie’s Dollpits. She just kept coming up with new phrases to describe the incredible, eyewatering musk that was absolutely filling the room.

Annie beckoned Rosie forward. She marched like a zombie up to the Doll. “Kneel,” it commanded. Rosie obeyed, staring up at it reverently. Annie lifted up its right arm, and Rosie was facefirst in its pit in half a second. Bracing its arm against its head, its left hand moved toward its own crotch. Jenny, furiously jilling off to stinky Dolly armpits, was able to tear her eyes off those delicious pits for just long enough to noticing the smooth, plastic where a cock or pussy would be on a human. Instead, Annie had a short, hard bulge with a faint design of a lock symbol printed on it.

“What…” Jenny asked, interrupting herself with a loud moan. “What is that?”

Annie giggled. “Did you think that Dollies had normal parts? Don’t be silly. We have nullges—or null patches, everyone’s is a different size and shape. But they all have one thing in common.”

It gently rubbed its bulge and gave a dignified moan, letting its pretty glass eyes roll up in its plastic headpiece.

“We can never cum from them. The closest we can get is to edge ourselves, over and over and over again.”

Annie sighed. “But most Dollies lose interest in physical sex. Our nullges aren’t good for that. And why would you ever try to fuck…” It grinned innocently as it continued. “…when Spreading is even better?”

“Sp—spreading?” Jenny asked. Or tried to, at least. What came out of her mouth was a sweet “Awawawa?” It felt so niiiiice to say…a shiver of warmth and euphoria spreading across its body—her body, it meant. She meant! Dammit, what was—

“Awawawa!” Rosie cheerfully responded, greedily sniffing Annie’s pit. Her movements were starting to grow stiff, and artificial, and Jenny gasped as her hair restyled itself into a bob before its eyes. Annie whimpered, despite not laying a single finger on its nullge.

“Spreading!” it declared. “It’s the only way us Dollies can orgasm—by infecting a human with our Essence and feeling them transform into a new Doll~ Of course, this one’s Essence is extra-special. The humans this one infect don’t just turn into any Doll. Isn’t that right, Annie?”

Rosie started shivering. Jenny watched as a smooth, plastic sheen spread over its skin, from its shoulder to its elbows to its hands. It flexed each joint in its body, and one by one, they POPPED into plastic ball joints. With each pop, Rosie and Annie moaned in perfect unison. The pops grew louder, and closer together, the moans doing the same as Annie’s eyes rolled back and it gasped, squealing as the unmistakable shiver of an orgasm shuddered through its body. “Rosie” stumbled backwards from Annie’s pit, slowly lifting its face towards Jenny.

Its face was identical to Annie’s, as was its Doll body. As was the smell emanating from its pits.

“Awawawawa!” it joyfully said. “Dollie!”

Jenny was dizzy. So fucking dizzy. All it could do was finger itself harder. Watching that transformation erase its friend and spit out a new copy of Annie was…pornographic to it. It…it…

“D-dollie wants to Spread toooooooooo~!” it whined loudly, falling back onto the bed. Furiously fingerfucking itself to completion as the sweet stink of two smelly Dollies surrounded it. “Ahhh—awawawawawawa~!” 

It breathed heavily, sliding its sticky fingers out of its…uhh…it couldn’t think of the word for it. Pussy? Cunt? Vagina? None of them felt like it. Its deep brown eyes rolled up in the afterglow as the problem of what to call its hole was solved—the skin turned to plastic and sealed itself over, leaving only a hard bulge. Locked up and numb.

The Doll lifted its head to see that the Annie that used to be Rosie had stripped naked, and the original Annie had removed its stockings. The two were completely identical now—two naked Dolls, stinking of lavender and sweet musk. They crept towards it, each lifting an arm to reveal those wonderful, smelly voids.

“Sniff,” they ordered in unison.

It couldn’t resist. It wedged its nose into one slot, then the other. It was assaulted with two blasts of strong, eyewatering pitstink that shivered through its body. It felt warm waves of cool plastic trickle down from its head to its toes, transforming it from bone to muscle to dermis to epidermis. Its mind, too, changed—fragment after fragment of psyche and ego rewritten, memories losing their import as it became Annie. It felt soooo wonderful, each layer of Jenny disappearing with a SPIKE of pleasure in mind and in her brand-new nullge. Building, building up to a wonderful climax, eyes rolling back in its head as three identical voices orgasmed in harmony.

“AWAWAWAWAWAWAAAAAAAAA~!”

The three Annies collapsed onto the bed, exhausted from the double climaxes. The cloying lavender stink hung in the air for a moment, before fading as their arousals disappeared in a sweet afterglow.

Annie felt a little strange. It was like ego death—like experiencing a drug trip and waking up as someone new. Every memory of its time as Jenny remained, from childhood to the first whiff she got of Annie’s delicious scent, but none of them seemed as profound as the few minutes it spent as itself.

“Awawawa,” it said.

“Awawawawa,” Annie replied.

It giggled. “This one likes being Dollie.”

“This one doesn’t know why Rosie ever disliked Dollies,” remarked Annie.

“It should help those ones get a new wardrobe,” Annie said. “But Annie, that dress? Still very stylish.”

Annie just giggled.

“Awawawawa~”