Wendy Voodoo Doll

Based on this request:

>mmmmmm Dipper playing with a Wendy doll Mabel has stitched together, unaware that it works like a voodoo doll?

And this image:

http://gravityfalls.booru.org/index.php?page=post&s=view&id=16615

 

       

 

        Dipper gazed out the window of his bedroom, watching Mabel giddily run off into town with her friends. She said she was going to swimming at the lake, so she'll probably be there all afternoon, Dipper reasoned. This was a rare window of time Dipper could spend alone, and he knew just what to do with it.

        He stepped in front of the drawers and pulled out a shelf. Mabel's shelf. With the precision of a surgeon, Dipper stuck his hands into the disorganized mess Mabel kept in there. Careful not to disturb any of the other items, he pulled out his sister's beloved scrapbook. Flipping though it, Dipper started scanning though the pages. Earlier in the month, Mabel had taken his first chest hair for her book, and decided to collect hair samples of everyone in Gravity Falls.

        "Jackpot," Dipper thought to himself, grabbing a lock of Wendy's hair taped to one of the pages. This was something he has wanted to do for quite a while, and now was the perfect time. In journal #3, Dipper came across a page detailing how to build a magical doll. You made it in the likeness of someone, and as long as you used something from that person's body in it's construction, it became just like the person.

        Opening the closet, Dipper pulled out a small doll, about half his size, of Wendy he put together and hid in the corner. The boy wasn't exactly a master with fabric like his sister was, and he didn't want to ask for Mabel's help after she blabbed about the Wendy kissing-practice-pillow, but it was a passable likeness. Taking another peek out the window and into the hallway to make sure Mabel didn't have to come back, Dipper locked his bedroom door and made a circle into the ground with some chalk from Mabel's art supplies. Within the circle was a star, and within the star was sleepy eye, almost fully shut. Dipper dropped the doll and the hair in the center. The ritual was almost complete.  

        A deep breath.

        And a magic incantation.

        "Lvodp lv wkh oljkw," Dipper whispered.  

        The room filled with a blinding flash of white light. Dipper squeezed his eyes shut and rubbed them though the eyelids. The book didn't mention anything about that happening. He opened his eyes and looked down on the summoning circle.

        Success! Dipper picked up the doll, which was now a remarkably lifelike likeness of Wendy.   In retrospect, Dipper wished he made it a little bigger, but he could always make a bigger one as a secret project. When he picked it up, the Wendy doll started to breath. Other than this, it showed no sign of life. It kept it's eyes closed as if it were sleeping, it was as light as it was before, and it's limbs hung like limp noodles.

        Dipper took off his shoes and excitedly climbed into bed with his new toy and a flashlight. He sat up and pulled the blanket over his head, and leered at the doll in the claustrophobic secrecy of the blanket. It was still possible that Mabel could come back, or Stan might to try to come in the door for whatever reason. The thought scared him. But being under the blanket gave him some assurance that it wouldn't happen for reasons he could comprehend. It seemed quieter in here. Quiet enough to hear the doll breathing. Turning on the flashlight, he decided to examine the Wendy doll a little bit closer.

        Off came the shirt. Off came the boots. Off came the pants. The hat stayed.

        He felt his breath caught in his throat. He didn't make a bra or panties for the doll, but the lifelike version had them. A set of simple plain white underwear. Maybe this is what Wendy is wearing right now? Dipper fumbled with the clasp of the bra. It wasn't coming off as easily as he thought it would. He turned the doll around and fumbled with the bra for a couple of minutes until he could unhook it and set it aside. The young boy spun the doll back to face him. Just seeing Wendy's round, pale freckled tits swinging and jiggling from the momentum made all this trouble worth it, but Dipper had much more in mind.

       

 

        Meanwhile, Wendy was lazing about in her bedroom; spending her Saturday idly laying on her back and reading a magazine article about her favorite indie bands. The rest of her family was downstairs, watching some strongman competition on tv, cheering rambunctiously for athletes who couldn't hear them. Nothing cranking up the radio couldn't fix. Suddenly, she felt a strange sensation. Something was pressing against her mouth, followed by something jutting between her lips, forcing them open. Something big, thick, smooth and wet that proceeded to wriggle about over her tongue. There was barely any room in her mouth to move her tongue, and trying to force the intruder out didn't do much good.

 

        Throwing the magazine in a panic, Wendy sat up and stuck a pair of fingers in her mouth to fish out whatever was trying to force it's way down her throat. Despite the sensation of something keeping her mouth forced open and sliding over his teeth and tongue, her fingers didn't feel anything but thin air. Weird.

 

        Before she could get out of bed to try to find some means to help herself, an invisible force enveloped her breasts. Wendy unbuttoned her plaid shirt and discovered unseen tendrils pressing down on her fun pillows, squeezing and contorting her boobs as if they were being seized by a pair of gigantic hands. Maybe Tambry would know what to to do. She couldn't exactly talk to her family in this condition, being fondled by some phantom force and with her mouth gaping open like a blowup doll.

        Back in the shack, Dipper was passionately making out with his new toy. It was certainly a step up from the pillow. Even this tiny replica of Wendy had generous tits, and Dipper showed no hesitation in man-handling and groping the soft mounds. It only encouraged the young boy when he felt "Wendy's" tiny pink nipples harden in his grasp. 'That's a good thing right?' he thought to himself.  

 

        Eager to explore the rest of Wendy's boy, Dipper pried himself away from her upper mouth and decided to focus on her lower mouth. Resting it's lower half on a pillow facing him, Dipper carefully spread her legs, lowered his head to meet her honeypot, and stuck out his tongue though his lips. When he started licking her lower lips Dipper found they were...surprisingly soft, save for the strip of red hair above them. He was used to Wendy towering over him, but she felt so tiny and delicate like this.

 

        He opened his mouth to push Wendy's hips deeper into his mouth, and suckle on her crotch.

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        By now, Dipper's erection was almost achingly painful and he desperately needed relief. He sat up, wiped the drool and sex juices from his mouth with the back of his hand, and picked up the fake Wendy by the waist. It's legs were spread and it's entrance was positioned at the head of his boycock, ready to be stuffed like the fucktoy it was. Dipper brought it down upon him. There was significant resistance at first, but Dipper gritted his teeth and forced his entire length into the doll, completely unaware of what he was doing to the poor real Wendy.

       

        It took of all Dipper's effort will to not to cum right away from the tightness of the tiny thing impaled on his dick almost trying to push him back out. "O-oh god," Dipper panted, tightening his grip on the doll's waist. His new toy remained as impassive as ever. Must be made of tough stuff.

       

        Ready to continue, Dipper slowly pulled up the toy until it's strained pussy until it was just at the head of his dick, before slamming it back down onto him, grinding it around on the base until pulling her back up and repeating it. Again. And again. Each time, Dipper abused the poor doll that could barely contain him. He could feel himself edging closer to climax as he frantically pumped the toy up and down his shaft...      

 

"Hello?"

"Hey?"

"Wends r u there?"

"No? C u l8r ok bye :)"

Tambry's texts went unread. Wendy was too busy being fucked into a stupor. Something was inside her, stretching her cunt like no man ever had before, pounding her with crippling force. Gasping for air, the redhead grabbed onto the bars of her bed's headboard in a desperate attempt to brace herself

 

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Fully spent, the exhausted teenager practically melted onto her bed. Wendy panted while the pressure from whatever was inside her gradually weakened and finally pulled out of her. She let her head flop to the side onto her pillow and exhaled sharply though pursed lips.

"Phew...

...

...

What the hell just happened?"

 

THE END