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"Sarah, My New Baby Doll"
If I see something which I think is cute, pretty, or
sweet, then I have to have it, I have to make it mine. I
don't know exactly how, or where, I developed this
power, but it seems to have been with me for as long as
I can remember. My pocket dimension is filled with an
assortment of dolls, frocks, and pretty things of every
variety, a collection which I've been amassing ever
since I was a little girl.
It was when I noticed Sarah one day, that I realised
that I was yet to have collected a person. I was
eighteen now, and the thought had never really crossed
my mind. In the past I'd been easily distracted due to
being able to make my dolls and various toys come to
life at a whim, and so had never really thought very
much about owning an actual living breathing possession
- after all, how can a person match the prettiness of a
fully animated doll? But Sarah caught my eye, wandering
through the city centre in the early morning, a handbag
strung over her shoulder, peering into display windows
of various expensive shops before continuing on. I bit
my lower lip, and began moving in for a closer look,
knowing only a vague hint of what I yet intended, but
feeling the telltale sign.
Even though Sarah faced away as she stood in front of
windows and then the next, I couldn't help but hide
behind anything which was available nearby - diving
behind poles, building corners, and plants, while
glancing at her like an obsessed stalker, which I guess
I was, from the other side of the large outdoor street
mall. I stretched out with the power of my mind,
querying for the information which I wanted, and not
quite realising that I was wearing a focused glare on my
face from the intent.
"Sarah", I whispered. The name came to me, and a
smile flashed across my face, before I bit my lip again
and refocused my intent. I took a deep breath, and
stared hard at her, waiting and watching until she began
walking into the doorway of an electronics shop -
somewhere where no eyes were currently upon her. She
froze, and looked down, sensing that something was
wrong, running her hands nervously over her slightly
translucent sparkling body. Within a few seconds, there
was a pop, and air rushed to replace where she had been
standing. She was gone.
I let out a stupid giggle, gurgling a little with my
stupid raw excitement and the goofy large grin which I
wore across my face. Stepping back into shadow, I also
made sure that no eyes were upon me, and still grinning,
I disappeared from one world, and appeared in my own.
Sarah must have tripped and fallen forward as she
stepped into my domain, for she was half buried from her
head to waist in a pile of stuffed dolls which I kept in
the area, clumsily trying to climb out backwards. Her
skirt was flipped up, and I couldn't help but laugh at
the sight of her white panties on display. She
floundered while backing out of the pile of cute
softness, and eventually managed to right herself,
furiously spinning to face me - apparently angry at my
having laughed at her. I no longer was paying direct
attention, instead my mind had wandered. Adult panties,
those would not do, no not at all. I was looking around
at my enormous collection of pretty things, wondering
exactly what I wanted for this occasion.
"Excuse me" she huffed, glaring and storming towards
me with clenched fists, "I don't suppose it crossed your
mind to help me out of there, or is seeing my bottom so
funny to you?". She was angry, it was adorable, she was
obviously embarrassed at having been seen that way. She
stopped to gasp and look at her surroundings, a
seemingly endlessly wide and tall room, with endless
piles of all sorts and sizes, made up of cute and
adorable things, seemingly going in every direction.
I smiled with a wide grin, which seemingly only made
her angrier, and stated "I was just thinking how silly
you looked in that grown-up underwear, but you won't
have to worry about those soon, I have much better which
you can wear here - Sarah."
The mention of her name stopped her immediately in
her tracks, and she stood half-gaping, trying to make
some sense of everything that had just happened.
My grin spread even wider, I was enjoying this so
much - why hadn't I done it sooner!
"Yes. Sarah. My magic can let me know your name, if I
She looked stunned, and her faced fixated on me as I
begun walking past her. She was half incredulous, half
dumbstruck, obviously she had never thought that magic
was real, but there'd be no denying any of it now.
I was past her now, and she had to turn to face me,
still rooted in the spot and yet unable to think of
anything to say. I picked up one of my favourite dolls,
a porcelain thing in a red frock and black strap on
shoes called Mary-Ann. I smiled at my little sweetie,
and turned to face Sarah, using my free hand to gesture
about the endless room. "This is my personal magic
plane" I explained. "When I want something, when I think
that something is cute, or pretty, then I bring it here
- it is my power." Placing Mary-Ann back on the pile
where I had retrieved her, I lifted my free hand to
point at Sarah, "And now, I have decided that you are
pretty. So I have brought you here, to be my very own
real life doll. But first we need to find you something
better to wear, you are going to be sooo cute!" A look
of comprehension spread across Sarah's bedazzled face,
and she took a nervous step back, raising her forearm in
front of her as if that might stop me.
I ignored her, instead looking around again at all
the dolls which I kept in this area - some set up in tea
parties, some lying as if napping in prams - and I
carefully pondered on what exactly I wanted. Footfalls
rang out on the tiled floor, and I realised that Sarah
was running, pelting away from me the fastest she could
go. I rolled my eyes, and lazily waved a hand in a small
circle. In a moment, she was off the floor and flying
back towards me, bottom first, yelping the whole way.
Her butt arrived before my face, and I held a finger
upright and spun it in a tiny circle, causing her whole
body to rotate in the air so that her face quickly came
before me. Taking her by the cheeks in a stern grip, I
looked into her now moistening eyes with a cross glare
in my own. "You -will- obey Mama, do you understand
Sarah? Naughty dollies get punished by their owners, and
here I am able to do anything that I want." With that I
sent her spinning up into the air until she rested about
two meters above the ground, and I began thinking out
"Now we have to find you something more appropriate
to wear. First we need to do away with those," I said,
gesturing at her clothes, the hand movement causing the
clothes to take on a life of their own, as buttons
started undoing themselves, zips began pulling down, and
then finally clothes started sliding off, one layer at a
time. "N-NO!" Sarah yelled, furiously, but I was barely
paying attention. I'd picked up another doll, Emma-May,
and with a satisfied nod had decided upon what I wanted.
In the air, Sarah was struggling against nothingness,
as her arms and legs were pinned out in a star pattern
above and below. Her top slipped off first, and then her
skirt below her. They shot into my left hand where I
grasped them, while I watched her underwear and bra
begin their journey as well. She was furious, I'd never
seen anything like it, and was enormously amused at the
futility of her silly anger. She would be a fun doll.
She even managed to pull against her invisible bonds,
and reach towards her panties to hold them up, but with
a wave of my hand her arms were yanked back above her
head, and in a moment the panties were off, followed by
the bra seconds later. Those similarly zoomed into my
hand, and I inspected her, naked. I'd already known that
she was perfect, I'd been able to sense it, but still it
was fun to look at my new possession in her undressed
state - it was very important for knowing how to dress
her best after all.
She was wild, thrashing about, yelling at me to let
her go. A frown crossed my face, and I dropped the
clothes into a small cardboard box which was waiting
beside my feet. The lid of the box folded up and closed
in on itself, and with a small nudge with my foot, I
sent the box travelling away at a great speed, the small
thing automatically navigating my many piles of toys and
possessions. Sarah saw her clothes careening away, and
visibly despaired, but then her fury returned to her
face unabated, and she began cursing at me. Frowning, I
crossly waved my fingers in another circle, and nearby,
a large wooden hairbrush quickly levitated up from an
exquisite dresser table.
"You let me down RIGHT now or -" She was cut off as
the floating brush delivered a hard smack to her
similarly levitating bottom. She let out an angry
shriek, and turned her furious attention back to me.
"You let me go RIGHT now little girl, or -" another
smack rang down on her bottom, the loud slap echoed
throughout the area. "LITTLE GIRL?" I said furiously.
"LITTLE GIRL?!" I was eighteen, hardly a little girl. Oh
I knew I dressed in a sort of gothic lolita style,
currently made up of dark purple and ruffled clothes
with black stripes, but still, I was no "little girl".
"No, girl, *I* am your Mama! *You* are the little
girl here" I said furiously. I was cross, heaven help
Sarah, she had just gotten herself into far deeper than
she otherwise would have been. I curled my lip and gave
a large swipe with my hand, and the hairbrush started
raining down upon her backside mercilessly.
"Little girl?" I spat, holding the dress which I had
planned for her. I turned and gave another angry wipe,
this time at a nearby elegant high-backed chair, and it
rushed over to place itself before me. Turning again in
a huff, I lowered my bottom onto the chair, and then
glared up at Sarah, who was now howling as the spanking
rained down. I gave an angry point to my lap, and she
began sailing through the air towards me. The hairbrush
followed, paddling her on the way, and in a moment she
was over my knee. I yanked the hairbrush out of the air
with my right hand, and with my left grabbed her ear,
leaning in close to the now bawling girl. "You are now
going to learn who is the *little girl* here."
I began spanking, hard, I was so upset - really, for
a mama to be spoken to by her dolly that way, it was
scandalous. There was only one way to deal with such
naughtiness. Glaring hard at Sarah's form, I willed that
which I wanted to occur, and with each spank, she began
to grow smaller. She retained her adult form, but her
size smoothly decreased at a rate which was renewed with
each spank, and she soon realised that the world was
getting bigger, or more so that she was getting smaller
in the small time after each spank.
Sarah began to cry out, yelling no, and struggling to
get off my lap, but I held her firmly around the waist,
and continued, until she was the size that I wanted. She
was bawling now, kicking and cursing, and I kept going
until she wised up to the fact that she had to stop her
bad behaviour. Finally, when she was a sobbing
toddler-sized woman over my knee, I took a break,
breathing deeply and placing down the brush. Placing two
hands at her sides, and reaching up under her arms, I
lifted her to turn her around on my lap, until she was
on her knees atop my thighs. My fingers brushed against
her now tiny but soft boobs, and felt slightly amused at
my dolly's unique live features, and some of the anger
ebbed out of me.
"Look at me." I commanded, glaring at her face.
Sobbing, silent, and still pouting a little, she lifted
a mostly obedient face up to look at mine.
"Now, who is your Mama?" I asked, my face showing
that I would tolerate no more disobedience on this one.
She blinked out a small tear, and squeakishly
replied, "Y-You are."
"You're.. my M-Mama"
I sighed, relieved. "Good girl" I said, and pulled
her in for a hug, holding her tight against my own
bosom. I thought about the stiff gothic bras which I
often wore, and pondered for a moment, before willing
for my underthings to grow softer, so that she could get
closer to her Mama's source of love and life. I felt the
material weaken, and then her head sunk in further, and
I smiled, holding her there for a good minute in near
silence, only occasionally hearing sniffs escaping from
Pulling her back out to look at me once again, I
looked sternly at her again - she wasn't to get this one
wrong or we'd have to start all over again. "And who is
the little girl?"
She bit her lower lip and glanced away, looking if
she'd perhaps cry if she hadn't exhausted herself
already. I gave her an angry jolt by adjusting my hands
under her arms, and she fearfully responded, her face
shooting back to look at mine. "I-I am!"
"You are what?"
"I'm the little girl!"
"Yes you are" I smiled, then beamed. "The cutest,
most absolute adorable, most loved, little girl, in the
whole wide world."
I beamed at her, and then kissed on the forehead.
"Sleep now" I commanded, it would make it easier to
prepare her this way.
--- 5 Months Later ---
Having found what I was looking for, I smiled,
collecting a whole armful of the baby food from the
shopping centre shelf, and then jolted, arriving back in
my realm. It'd been a whole day since I'd been here, and
I couldn't wait to see Sarah again. I checked in the
nursery first, though the crib was empty. The small
mobile which spun above the pillow still played a quiet
nursery rhyme, so it couldn't have been empty for too
long. I smiled, no bother. Glancing at the light blue
bin which stood besides the changing table, I noticed
that it was nearly overflowing with soiled diapers, each
packed tightly within themselves, and reminded myself
that I needed to empty that, though it was good to see
that the Nanny was taking regular care of her.
I wandered with my collection of baby food into the
nursery kitchen and smiled - there they were. Sarah was
sitting in her highchair, well strapped in, with peas,
prunes, and porridge all over her face. Sarah's own
dolly, which I'd given her, rested in the crook of her
arm, and I beamed at how adorable she looked, in a light
pink dress with white ruffles, a bib over her chest, and
her legs held wide by the thick baby-white underwear
over her crotch, an obvious diaper. The Nanny laughed
and coaxed as she fought the uphill battle of getting
Sarah to take spoonful after spoonful of her high-fibre
lunch. Really, Sarah could still be so difficult
sometimes. She looked as though she was about to have
one of her tantrums too, when the Nanny beamed at her
and declared that they were all done - that the bowl was
While the Nanny wiped the grime off Sarah's face with
a cloth, I began packing the food into the nearest
cupboard. In a worst case scenario, the cupboard could
magically create anything that was needed, but I liked
the act of shopping for baby supplies. It made the whole
experience feel all the more real, bordering on where I
liked to play with my dollies without the rigours of
real life becoming a bore.
Sarah was unstrapped and the tray removed from the
highchair, and in a moment the Nanny was approaching
with the girl over her shoulder, one hand well rested
under her bulky diapered butt, and the other patting her
from behind in an attempt to burp her. "Look what your
Mama got you Sarah, isn't that wonderful! What do you
Sarah nervously glanced downwards at the floor,
trying to avoid the humiliation required of her, but the
Nanny gave her a good bounce, which also served a
reminder for what could yet happen to her bottom if she
was naughty today.
"T-Thankyou Mama" Sarah squeaked, with poorly masked
The Nanny's eyes narrowed, and then she sighed.
Looking to me, she explained "She's had a bit of an
attitude problem since playtime this morning, I hoped to
solve it with a little nap earlier, but she really is a
naughty girl. I've very nearly spanked her several
times, except that her diaper is only wet, and I didn't
want to waste it by taking it off for now." Looking
crossly at Sarah, she added "If it wasn't for that, we'd
fix that attitude problem the old fashioned way." Sarah,
for her part, only suddenly looked nervous, and cast her
gaze back to the floor in silent obedience.
I laughed, following the Nanny into the next room and
replying "It's all right, dollies are sometimes meant to
be a little bit cranky - it completes the realisticness
which otherwise wouldn't be there if they only wee'd,
poo'd, and cried."
I looked down at Sarah in the Nanny's arms, and added
"And Sarah is my favourite dolly", while I tickled her a
little under her chin. Despite the pouting, Sarah loved
the attention, I could tell - it was part of the reason
that I had chosen her. She loved being my favourite, she
loved being responsibility-free, even if she didn't show
it on the outside.
With a whoosh I sunk into one of the lounge chairs,
letting out a comfortable moan and summoning one of the
latest dolly magazines. There was always new merch to
look for, more and more every year, it was thrilling.
Across from me, Nanny was on the couch, and I glanced
over my book to see her guiding Sarah to the nipple of
her exposed breast, her top and bra unclasped to reveal
the warm milking teat. Content, I lay back, smiling and
listening to the steady suckling as I read my book. The
Nanny cooed to the girl, who for her part occasionally
let out a little moan of indignance, but there was
nothing she could do - I'd summoned the Nanny out of my
own imagination, and those enormous breasts could
deliver great quantities of milk, enough to fill several
pre-prepared bottles in the fridge for Sarah's naptimes.
Eventually, Sarah was being burped, and I put my
magazine onto a magical shelf which would reappear
whenever I wanted it. As usual, the milk made Sarah
drowsy, and we had to put her down for a nap, which was
fine with me. As we moved into the nursery, the Nanny
checked her diaper, and declared that it was still
hardly used, and added another diaper atop for good
I helped dress Sarah in one of the most adorable
onesies I'd ever found, which had a small row of
ballerina-like ruffles around the hips, and bulged out
enormously over her double thick diapers. I'd been so
excited when I'd taken Sarah to the store to try it on.
She'd lain in a pram, and from there I had begun
multiple trips to everywhere, from parks to sandpits to
toystores to clothing outlets of every variety. It only
required a small spell to keep her from talking, and
another so that nobody would notice anything unusual
about her unless they were looking very closely.
She was almost asleep when the Nanny put her into her
crib. She laid drowsily on her back with her legs held
wide by her diapers, and watched sleepily as Nanny began
winding the small mobile again. I leaned over the edge
of the crib myself, and gave Sarah a good kiss on the
forehead. Rubbing and tickling her tummy a little, I
cooed "Mama loves you, Mama loves you, you are Mama's
favourite dolly in the world!" And, wouldn't you have
it, she smiled. It was a small gesture, and only for the
briefest moment before she drifted off to sleep, but I
had seen it, I had known, and my insides were shining
with love. I took the pacifier dummy which had been
abandoned in her crib, and plopped it in her mouth,
watching as the rhythmic suckling began, before leaving
stealthily with the Nanny.
We exited the nursery, and teleported far away, to
another section of my realm. Far away from gently
sleeping Sarah, where there was set up another house in
the giantness of the endless room.
"You really like playing mama with your dollies,
don't you?" the Nanny asked, her tone cooing to me as if
I were just a cute child playing with toys.
I blushed, knowing what was coming. When I'd created
the Nanny, it seemed that she had just known what her
extra responsibilities were, something which I'd been
too shy to have asked. "Y-Yes Nanna," I replied shyly.
As soon as we were inside, she flipped up my black
goth skirt, and easily hooked her two thumbs into the
sides of my pink underwear. They came down with a tug,
and I bit my lip, holding a deep breath.
She hoisted me onto a padded surface, laying me on my
back and spreading my legs wide, causing a shiver of
excitement to run through me as she got to work, rubbing
powder into my nethers and all over my tookus with her
bare hands. I pinkened a little when she produced a
large glass thermometer to check my temperature from
behind, and was in ecstasy when she produced three thick
cloth diapers, and a thick liner pad which ran all the
way from back to front in the middle, and pinned me
tightly into the lot. I was undressed and redressed into
a blooming purple baby doll dress, and matching
waterproof panties came up over my diapers, with three
rows of ruffles across the back and similarly ringed
frills around each leg hole.
I had to act like such a big girl when playing with
my dollies, for their sake as I was their Mama, but
Nanna knew that I was feeling guilty, a slight case of
being fraud, ultimately a child playing with her toys.
She made sure to punish me for it - I'd probably be
getting a spanking later, would be forced to write
lines, or put on a proper little girl tea party with
some of my old dolls. As I was lead through the kitchen
and past the highchair, I looked at the ducky potty and
whimpered, hoping that Nanny would at least let me try
that again today. But I doubted it, with how thickly
diapered I was, she'd probably put me down for an
uncomfortable wet nap just like Sarah.
For now though, it seems she had something different
in mind, and lead me towards an invention which I barely
remembered that I had. It was something that I had found
cute, a mechanical trapezoidal swing set made for
babies, which I had enlarged to adult size. She sat me
in, and I blushed, knowing that soon as it was turned
on, I'd begin to lose myself. Once it was activated, she
left me there, to do something or other that Nannies do
in another room, while the swing went back and forth,
working and rubbing at my nethers, until finally I let
out a gasp, and exploded into my diaper with an enormous
The swing kept at it, and I went again, slightly worn
out and even more compliant by the time that Nana
returned. She cooed and led me gently through the house,
for my part, I was waddling stupidly behind her while
both my wrists were pinned in the strong grip of her
right hand. She turned and sat on the couch, and pulled
me closer until I was laying on her lap. To my surprise
she began to unbuckle her top, and I watched in
wide-eyed fascination as the enormous breast heaved out
upon being freed. For myself I'd never done this - I'd
always been an older girl in Nanny's care and hadn't
needed to be fed this way - but I was exhausted, and
right now it seemed somehow oddly appropriate. She
guided my nervous face to her nipple, and then pushed
until I took to it with my mouth. The warm strange
liquid began to flow as I sucked, and I found myself
surprised yet oddly comforted. Tears formed in my eyes,
tears of appreciation and love, and I looked up at
Nanny, and knew that from now on when I wasn't playing
the Mama to my toys, I'd be treated as a complete baby
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