This choice: She knows you aren't the original doll, so she returns you to the flower girls! • Go Back...Chapter #5She knows you aren't the original doll, so ... by: emx2064   The clearly tired chef took a final glance over her cake before her eyes settled on your tiny frozen form, comparing you to the equally still actual topping version of your fiancee you were placed beside with a puzzeled expression.
You breifly jubilated, thinking that you would finnaly be freed from this cruel torment and could be returned just in time for your wedding with Emma.
The pretty chef then plucked you off the cake with cold gloved hands, bringing you up to her face so she could analyse you more clearly. Her eyes squiniting as she examined your now plastic-like body.
"Gosh I must be exahausted" the chef sighed "how could have I placed this cheap kid's toy onto the cake instead of the topping, imagine if the brides found out"
You felt as if your heart had shattered into a thousand pieces, you tried to correct her and insist you were actually one of the brides and not some 'cheap kid's toy', but your face had been stuck contorted into the permenant happy grin that Ashile had left you with.
"Luckily, I brought a spare" the pretty chef smiled, opening up her fanny pack and pulling out a bare plastic topping that resembled you, altough its figure was a bit more... um... generous around the curves.
"Now then..." the chef muttered, placing you and the topping onto the nearby counter, you could only stare up at her massive lazer-focused countenence "lets get this dress off"
Honestly, you were slightly relieved to get this itchy paper dress off you, but even that respite was dashed as she began peeling off the glued-on dress with reckless abandon. After all, to her you were just some kid's toy.
To you it felt like a brutal wax session, and what little bodyhair there was on your tiny form, was ripped off without so much of a notice from your unaware tormenter.
Finally, once she had gotten the dress off, leaving you naked as the day you were born on the cold countertop, she began surgically dressing the real topping in the dress. You hate to admit it but the fake plastic version of you wore that dress far better, its curves filling it out much better than your washboard physique.
Delighted at her handiwork, she placed the real topping besides the equally stunning topping version of Emma, you noticing the irony in the two of you being depicted as equal in size.
She then turned back to countertop to observe your lifeless nude body lying there. "Now about that doll..." she said, picking you up with her gloved fingers and once again bringing you up to her cute face.
"I must admit for some cheap plastic toy, the artisanry on the face is quite nice" she said, her big hazel eyes eying your blank smile "but the plastic body gives it away" she says, fiddling with your body as she absentmindedly gropes you with her fingertips. "The nipples were painted on
Your face would normally flush red in such humilliation, not to mention the arousal of such a hot lady fondling you. Nevertheless, you plasticy form couldn't even do that.
You mentally cursed Ashile for putting you in this position on your big day, and vowed to get revenge.
You were snapped out of your thoughts as the chef stopped feeling you up, suddenly remembering what she was here to do.
"Guess I can return this to those little girls I saw in a bit" she said, lowering you down into her fanny pack where you were greeted by various other supplies and dismembered plastic topping parts, before being enveloped in darkness as she zipped the bag shut.
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As the chef wheeled out the cake to the dining area you were jostled around blindly in the bag, being prodded by pins and scissors. You heard vauge murmers of conversation between her and various other catering staff, before she quickly darted off the the guest area, shaking you about the place and ruining the hairdo that Ashile had forcibly stylised you in.
"Great, now Im naked, frozen, *and* my hair is ruined! This day cant possibly get any worse" you thought.
Your jostling soon came to an abrupt stop, and yout surroundings were illuminated by blinding light as your captor unziped her pack and pulled your dishevled body out.
"Here you go girlies!" The chef smiled "I'm not sure how, but your little dolly here got mixed up with some kitchen supplies, anyway here you go!" She said, before you were whisked away by the grubby hands of your worst nightmares.
"Dolly! You came back!" squeeled your old tormenters as you were once again face to face with the grinning faces of the two flower girls.
The younger girl who had snatched you up in her fist giggled as the chef departed back to the dining area. "You better not run away this time dolly she said" before unleashing a painful flick to your behind.
Nevertheless, your face remained frozen, and your ass didnt even turn red.
"Dolly?" The girl questioned to your ever-frozen smiling face. "Thats weird, she didnt move this time" she remarked, before unleashing a barrage of flicks and pinches in a now excrusiatingly painful attempt to get you to talk.
Despite the torturous pain, your face remained smiling in the same expression and your ass remained as hard as plastic. "I think its broken!" The younger girl said, slightly dejected.
"Here lemme try" said the older one, taking you into her fist before shaking you up and down wildly "WAKE UP DOLLY!" she yelled.
You felt your insides doing somersaults in what felt like the worlds worst rollercoaster ride. If you could, you would've barfed out your breakfast by now.
Luckily for you, the little girl's yelling and erratic movement alterted some of the nearby adults of their antics and your ears were graced by the most wonderful sound you heard all day.
"Hey girlies, um what've you got there that you're playing with" was the heavenly voice of your wife-to-be, sounding slightly panicked, likely from looking for you before you were set to be married in a few minutes.
"Nothing, just some lame broken dolly" the younger one responded
"Can I see it?" Your wife asked
"Sure" said the older one, unclasping her grubby fist and placing you in the smooth palm of Emma. Her hands were moisturized and smooth, and faintly smelled of lavender.
You were greeted by her angelic visage, as her practically glistening long blonde hair draped down her shoulders and onto her dress. A dress that was practically bursting from the massive creamy bust exploding from the bodice. You knew it was bad luck to see the bride before you got married but at this point you didnt care, you just wanted to leap up to her plump red lips and envelop yourself in her company. Unfortunatly for you, you were stuck paralysed as some disheveled plastic-like doll smiling blankly back at her studying expression.
You prayed silently that she would save you from this hellish experience, as you gazed at her big blue eyes looking you up and down.
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