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 come back to look for something she might have forgotten, 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 next time. When he picked it up, the Wendy doll started to breath. Other than this, it showed no sign of life or consciousness. It kept it's eyes closed as if it were sleeping, it felt heavier than 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 a sense of security and some assurance that it wouldn't happen for reasons he couldn't quite comprehend. It seemed quieter in here. Quiet enough to hear the doll breathing it's faint tiny breaths. 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. Nothing fancy. 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 wondered 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 grabbed her legs, spreading and lifting them up. He 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. The real Wendy was relieved when the force removed itself from her mouth, but it was quickly followed by something invisible grabbing onto her legs and pulling them up, lifting her waist off the bed.  In a panic, Wendy tried calling out for help. Her cries were drowned out by the blaring of her radio and her family's television downstairs. She tried to kick and twist her torso to crawl away, but whatever was grabbing onto her had her firmly in place. Wendy's struggling was interrupted by a sudden, wet sensation pressing into her crotch. It felt strange yet oddly familiar when it ran over her loins. Over and over again until it switched to grinding against her nub.

 	The doll's pussy felt so unimaginably soft against Dipper's tongue, it was driving him crazy. It tasted so strange but he couldn't bring himself to stop until he felt the enchanted toy jolt against him unexpectedly. Pulling back, he saw that "Wendy's" was starting to sweat, and everything from her pussy to her bellybutton was covered in Dipper's saliva. It was just a mindless thing, but Dipper imagined Wendy was really there, was really looking at him with pleading eyes, was really begging to be loved by him.

	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 real Wendy.

	Gasping, Wendy grabbed the sheets, gripping onto them as she felt an orgasm washing over her.      A mix of relief and joy overcame her. She almost expected it when she felt a heavy weight wrapping around her torso, and lifting her into the air. Slowly, she descended, and hit something she couldn't see but could certainly feel and could definitely recognize. She cried out when she felt herself being shoved down, jamming the cock into her.

	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 practically 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. He pulled the doll off of him, laying it back on his back and spreading it's legs apart before Dipper laid on top of her. He quickly pushed himself back into her, furiously pounding his hips against the toys until he felt himself seize up. The doll's vagina tightened around Dipper's boycock, driving it to fill it to the brim with milky sperm.  "I love you, Wendy," Dipper sighed blissfully as he pulled out of his newly broken in toy.

	Wendy stopped trying to call for help. She stopped trying to escape. She 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, and she was loving every moment of it. The redhead grabbed onto the bars of her bed's headboard in a desperate attempt to brace herself. Wendy could feel her eyes rolling to the back of her head, and she screamed when she hit her orgasm. Her tongue splayed out lewdly, and she tried to wrap her legs against whatever was on top of her, but all she felt was air. Suddenly and intensely, a warm sensation filled her lower belly, before the presence pulled out of her and left altogether, leaving her truly alone.

	After getting himself cleaned up, Dipper returned to his bed. Pulling off the covers, he discovered the toy had turned back into it's original cloth state. After taking a quick peek out the window to make sure Mabel hadn't returned yet, Dipper returned the Wendy doll back to the closet.

	Fully spent, the actual Wendy practically melted onto her bed. The exhausted teenager panted while her mind tried to comprehend what her body went through. 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