James “Big Jim” Talbert struggled to open his eyes after, once again, too much hard partying last night. Finally managing to pry them open, he looked around as much as he could without moving his head too much. His mind was a furious cloud of flying puzzle pieces that refused to assemble themselves into a coherent picture. And what he was seeing around him wasn’t helping at all.

He was in a small, unfamiliar bedroom. That was hardly the first time this had ever happened. The white walls were bare. And besides the bed, all he saw was a small dresser. The morning sun was poking its way around the thin curtains of the small window.

None of that answered any questions for him. The only unusual fact was that, contrary to most times when this happened, he was actually feeling quite good, despite the effort to open the eyes. Really good, as a matter of fact, except for feeling that he hadn’t gotten enough sleep for what must have been a wild last night. The only thing missing was the expected hangover. That was MIA.

Expecting that he wouldn’t have come here alone, he turned his head enough to look beside him and saw a short naked female figure lying on her back next to him. One who was most definitely not his type.

As the top defensive tackle and co-captain of the college football team, Big Jim very much had his choice of co-eds, of which he took full advantage. In his senior year now on a team that hadn’t had a losing season since he’d joined them, the all-conference player three years running was already being touted as a solid mid third round pick. And while he had nothing against all women of all sizes from the five-foot-three cheerleaders who were lifted and tossed around so easily by strong male members of the squad, to the tall athletic women’s volleyball and basketball team members, to the sexy sorority girls who came in-between, even Big Jim had his particulars. Blonde always worked so well that several of the women had bleached their hair just to catch his attention. Not that a stunning dark brunette didn’t stand a chance with him, because many had. And there have been a couple of gingers who ... well, best not to say too much there. They were all women, to be sure. But if not athletic, Jim liked them busty. So much so that it was rumored that a couple of the co-eds had gotten breast implants just to catch his eye. Others denied that this was at all true, but who knew for sure? Whatever Jim liked however, this wasn’t it.

She was short. A couple inches shorter than even the cheerleaders. And more skinny than curvy. Her breasts were small mounds on her chest with small erect nipples perfectly placed. Down below she was smooth, which he liked. Women who shaved were just inviting his kind of attention. Back up again she had a pleasant, if small, face, an innocent shade of red lipstick, open medium blue eyes, which was a bit disconcerting if he thought about it, and a mane of mouse brown hair—just about the worst color possible for him. Lying there motionless she could be confused for a small adult sized doll, which was an impossible thought for him to have ever ended up with. Jim never needed ersatz substitutes for his love life thank you very much. Even if he still hadn’t put last night together yet, Jim knew that he would never find himself in a situation like that. Nor would he be with any child—ever. Despite her short statue, there was no doubt that she was of legal age.

But as he looked at her lying there motionless in the early morning light, the doubts started creeping in. Was she really, you know, a...? Jim couldn’t even say the word. All of the right parts where there, right down to an especially cute navel. But her skin was a very even pale tone. He could see painted toenails matching her lipstick. But...? But what?

Jim stirred, about to reach over and touch her breast just to verify its reality, when the young woman turned her head to face him, just as he realized that he was nude too.

She smiled at him. Then said in a sweet voice that echoed through his mind with an uncanny informality, “How about it big boy? Is that all that you’ve got?”

She followed up those words with an unexpected familiarity as she reached over to place her small hand on his penis, stroking it once from base to tip—which exploded it into a full tingling erection in moments.

“I’ll show you,” he growled, without even knowing why he had chosen those particular words to answer her.

“Show me,” she said, opening her legs wide in invitation as Jim levered himself up and moved over between her legs without really realizing why this was his automatic response.

But then he suddenly hesitated. Without being braggadocios, Big Jim wasn’t called Big Jim for nothing. He was quite well endowed. And she was quite small.

She instantly realized what his concern was and told him, “We already went over this last night. A woman my size can birth a full term baby. And as lovely as you are, you’re not that big.”

“I just wanted to be sure.”

“That’s very sweet of you. But sex isn’t harmful to us. We’re made for it.”

She then opened her legs wider, opening up her vulva fully to accept him. And boldly reached up to touch him there once more—at which point Jim totally lost control.

He didn’t need her help to find his way into her. He was like a homing missile that precisely knew its target. And when he slid into her like a hand into a glove, she thrust her pelvis up against him strongly to take him in as deeply possible, sighing in great pleasure as she did so.

The next few minutes were spent solving his sudden lust. A lust that he couldn’t ever remember having one quite like it before. With her encouraging him with words, sighs, and stroking his body with her small hands, keeping him fired up until he finally collapsed on her, fully spent. And for once, fully satiated. Sex the way sex was supposed to be—and so often didn’t always live up to. She was a perfect fit for him, and was smiling like the cat who just ate the canary.

Jim was a very considerate lover. Women were always special to him. Despite feeling exhausted of all of his energy of just minutes before, he quickly rolled off of her so that his considerable weight of solid muscle wouldn’t weigh down on her. She then cuddled up next to him, taking his hand and placing it firmly on her small breast—where he was quite happy to let it remain.

They both rested in the golden afterglow, as the sun outside rose and brightened in what had started off as one of the best mornings ever.

There seemed to be nothing that needed to be said, and nothing was said. And while his mind still hadn’t put together the pieces of what had happened leading to here, the urgency of that receded to not being a nagging question in need of immediate answer. This was perfect just as it was.

The morning wended on until suddenly the female stirred. Jim immediately removed his hand, but that wasn’t what she wanted.

“How about it big boy? Is that all that you’ve got?”

Jim’s body had already started reacting to her words before she even reached for him again. But this time he quickly caught her wrist in the air.

“Ohhh,” she said in good-natured disappointment with a pretty little moue. “Are we stopping at seven?”

Rather than directly answering her, he asked, “What happened?”

“What happened is that I just had the best night of my life,” she replied with a smile.

“No. I mean to me?” he clarified. “What happened last night?”

Shifting instantly to match his suddenly serious tone, “You don’t know?”

The woman pulled back from him a couple inches, looked directly at him with her blue eyes, and asked him, “Okay. What do you remember?”

“It’s all a mess in my mind. Some of it doesn’t make any sense at all.”

“Tell me the first thing that comes to mind. And be honest. It will help a lot.”

Jim struggled with that for a moment, thoughts spinning because the fragments of his memories just didn’t fit with his worldview. Nothing was making any sense. And then suddenly, one puzzle piece paused to let him see it clearly.”

“There was a woman.”

“Isn’t there always?”

“This one was dressed like a witch. A very sexy witch.”

“That would be Tansey. She’s our resident witch. So what did she do?”

“I remember her looking at me intently. And then reaching into her bag and handing me a small bottle. She told me, ‘This will give you the best night of your life.’”

“And you drank it?”

“Yes.”

“So you drank something at a party without knowing what it was?”

“Well, yes.”

“Given to you by someone you’d never met before?”

That got another quite sheepish, “Yes.”

“Do you do this often?”

“Well ... it has happened before.”

“And you think this is a wise thing to do?”

“All of my friends do it.”

“And how does it turn out for them?”

“Um ... not always great.”

“And for you?”

“From what I remember, last night was really ... great ... I think.”

“Let me guess. It was a small dark bottle with a bright red cap?”

“Uh ... yes. So?”

“I figured as much. Tansey is a talented witch. Her potions are wicked strong.”

Jim looked at her like she was joking. And realized that she wasn’t. And realized one other thing as well.

“I don’t know your name.”

“I’m Katy.”

“Nice to meet you, Katy,” he replied, trying awkwardly to shake her hand while lying down. “And I’m...”

“James Talbert,” she replied. “Big Jim, to your friends.”

“You can just call me Jim,” he replied self-consciously. “So just what did I drink?”

“That’s her Lust potion.”

“Lust potion?”

“Yes.”

“What does a Lust potion do?”

“Exactly what you think that it does. It releases your libido, and enables you to fully experience it. And at your age,” Katy said, looking at Jim critically, “You have a lot of libido.”

“I’m not understanding any of this.”

“You will. There are no aftereffects. But I think if we’re going to make any sense of this, we need to go back to the beginning. Think back and tell me how yesterday evening started out.”

“Just one thing before I start. Who ... what ... are you?”

“I’m a Doll. A life-sized silicon love-doll. Sex-doll, if you want to get pedantic about it.”

Jim thought about that for a moment, and then decided that it just didn’t matter. What was one more crazy thing? Instead he focused on last night. After a few moments of gathering his thoughts, he started his recitation.

“The three of us...”

“Which three?” Katy interrupted. “So that I get the whole picture.”

“Well, besides me there’s Kevin “Scalper” McIver. He plays running back on the team and we’ve been best friends since the first day we showed up to play. And then there’s Mighty Tim...”

“Mighty Tim?” she asked to confirm the name.

“Tim Tony Ryan. He was a walk-on who wanted to tryout for the team. He was told that he was too small for collegiate football, but when he showed an encyclopedic knowledge of the game, they immediately brought him on as a student coach. He insisted on the name Mighty Tim, to avoid being called Tiny Tim. And challenged anyone who doubted it to come out on the field with him and try to block him. Only one person was foolish enough to try that.”

“And who was that person,” Katy asked archly.

“Uh ... that would be me.”

“Okay. Go on. What happened last night?”

“Halloween is my favorite night of the year. The parties are wonderful. The girls all try to outdo each other in the sexy department. Lots of booze. And everybody has a great time.”

“I know that you dressed up as a football player.”

“How? Oh, right. That’s an easy one for me.”

“So go on.”

“We got a late start. Scalper had to finish a paper to meet his academic requirements. And Mighty Tim had to do some team paperwork. So we didn’t get over to the Deltas until after eight.”

“Deltas?”

“Delta house. The most popular sorority because their president’s father is the local liquor distributor for our small college town. The women are friendly and the drinks are always top-shelf.”

“Okay, got it. And then?”

“I thought that things were going great. We’d been there about twenty minutes and I was making great progress with this gorgeous dark-haired woman I’d never seen before. Her name is Doreen, and she has chest that just...!”

Jim suddenly looked over to Katy saying, “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. I know where you ended up, and I’m not sorry at all about that at all.”

Jim gave a wry smile, before continuing.

“Well I was right at the point of escorting her upstairs for some private ... conversation ... when suddenly the three of us are being thrown out of the house. How was I supposed to know that Doreen was the president’s new girlfriend? I mean, really?”

“You might have inquired of a couple of the other sisters about her first,” Katy suggested helpfully.

“Well, yeah, in hindsight. But anyway...”

“What next?”

“Well the Deltas aren’t the only sorority who can throw a great party, so we headed over to the Kappa’s. They only rush the hottest women. Only to be met at the door with a firm, ‘Not after last year.’ Hell, they still remember that?”

“Apparently. Don’t stop now.”

“Tim knew of a house party being thrown by one of the women’s volleyball players while her parents were away, and said for sure he could get us in. I looked at him in surprise. There were clearly things about him that I hadn’t realized. Anyway, we trudged across town, only to find them being shut down by the local cops. We don’t have too many of them, and it seemed like half of the force was there.”

Jim paused, until Katy prompted him, “Okay. Somehow you got from there to here.”

“Yeah. After that I guess that we were just kind of partied out. I mean this is our fourth year of Halloween and even once a year, well...”

“I understand,” Katy said empathetically, placing her hand on Jim’s arm in support. He flinched for a moment, then smiled a better smile than his last one.

“You’re very nice,” he said, placing his hand over hers.

“Thanks. I do my best.”

“Your best is very good.”

“Now you’ve got me all happy,” she said, suddenly moving to give Jim a quick kiss. A kiss that became much longer when he wrapped his arms around her and held her tightly for a much longer snogging.

When he finally released her, Katy immediately commented, “I can do that for as long as you want. However, your story is getting better by the moment. Please continue.”

“Well after that, no one really felt like trying to track down another party. We could hear them quite well in the cool night air, and just didn’t have the enthusiasm to chase down another one. Scalper had kyped a bottle of the good stuff from the Deltas and we just kind of wandered through the streets taking swigs of it until we ended up the slope on the east edge of town.”

“What’s there?”

“They started a new housing development going up the hill. They got in streets, sidewalks, some streetlights, and several model homes set randomly across the blocks there before they ran out of money. It’s a great place to look over the town and not be bothered. So we ended up standing on the corner under a streetlight finishing Scalper’s bottle, while listening to the distant sounds from the town and trying to figure out what to do next. Too late to go to another party. Too early to go to bed. I’m finding too many of my days are like that now.”

Katy nodded silently in understanding, perhaps thinking of her own life.

Jim continued, “And then everything got weird.”

“Now I’m fascinated,” Katy said, rolling onto her stomach, propping her head up with her hands, looking at him intently the way a man wants his woman to always look at him.

Jim didn’t seem to notice. He was caught in the memory of that, and what came next. After a moment of reflection, he started speaking again as if he was just talking to himself.

“So we’re standing there, nobody knowing what they want to do now, when we hear the click-clack of a woman walking in high heels. The sound comes closer and closer, until this statuesque blonde woman in a white sheath dress covered in crystals with a large side slit and black stilettoes, steps into our circle of light. One that I know that I’ve never seen before. I would have remembered. Anyway, she looks us over with an appraising gaze like I’ve never seen a woman do before. It’s the way that I look at women myself. They seem to like it. And then, in this low cultured English voice that I could listen to forever, she asks us if we’re going to the party? I say what party, since it is as deserted and quiet as a tomb out here, and she says, ‘Dolloween’. And I thought that I misheard her. Perhaps because of her accent, it sounded like she said Doll-o-ween. And while I wanted to ask if she’d really said what I thought that I heard, I didn’t want to upset her by not seeming to know what she was talking about. So I decided to just go with it since a party is a party.”

“That sounds like Ava,” Katy said. “She always makes it to Dolloween.”

“Okay, Dolloween. Got it. And I think that she did say that was her name. Or someone told me that. It doesn’t matter. She only gave us a few of seconds to decide before stepping off saying, ‘Let’s go, if you’re coming.’ At that moment we were ready to follow her anywhere, so we hurried up and fell in line behind her, mostly following the sound of her heels in the light of the rising Moon. And this is where the high strangeness started to happen.”

Jim paused, but Katy didn’t say a word to interrupt him. She looked enraptured just by listening to his story. Maybe she didn’t get out much.

“Anyway we didn’t go far. She led us to an empty model home in the middle of the next block and right up to the front door. The house was dark and silent and didn’t seem like any party to me. But she just used the ornate knocker to knock on the door twice, and then opened the door and stepped into the house. She looked back saying, ‘Well are you coming, or not?’ I was kind of on the not side. This just didn’t look right. But suddenly Scalper just pushed past me and stepped in to follow her. Mighty Tim followed. Unless I wanted to break up the group, I had to follow too. She walked past the stairway in the near darkness and down a hallway towards the back of the house, her heels muted by the carpet, until I saw light ahead. And when I stepped into the kitchen there were all kinds of colored lights pouring in through the back windows showing a huge party area in full swing in the back yard. The woman—Ava—then slid open the sliding glass back door and a riot of music and sound poured in. She said, ‘Have a nice time. I’m sure that you will,’ before stepping out and disappearing into the crowd on a large circular dance floor with music blaring and colored spotlights overhead swinging all directions over the crowd. It was definitely a party.

“As much as I like a good party, and am in my element there, we only slowly edged out of the doorway to stand under the patio cover, before timidly venturing further out towards it. The dance floor was huge, maybe fifty feet across, with low walls surrounding it except for wide entrances at the four cardinal points. And on this side just outside the wall were several tables full of food and drink—along with a couple beautiful young women dressed up as German Kellner—biergarten women—with exceptionally low-cut fronts that barely covered their exceptionally large chests when they were standing up straight. When they bent over, as they seemed to take any excuse to do, the view was ... indescribable.”

Jim stopped again at describing other women by their large chests. But Katy just smiled and nodded encouragingly at him. She clearly wasn’t concerned that some other females had large chests.

Jim took a deep breath before continuing.

“Anyway, we’d only stood there for a couple of minutes when they waved us over to the tables and offered our choice of refreshments. There was a huge punch bowl and I wished that we hadn’t finished Scalper’s bottle because we had nothing to spike the punch with.”

Katy made an inquisitive expression.

“We always spike the punch. It’s what we do. But when I tasted it after one of the young women handed me a glass of it, it tasted like someone had already beaten me to it—and done a perfect job of it. Then the other one, who kept bending over to show us different treats, and giving us unforgettable full views in the process, asked, ‘First Dolloween?’ We all nodded mutely. ‘Well,’ she said, ‘The rules are simple. Have fun. All of the Dolls out there,’ by which I thought that she meant these women costumed as dolls for Halloween because they sure looked the part, or maybe dolls as in guys and dolls, ‘Will say yes to you. Just ask nicely for anything you want. And everything is allowed.’ Sounded like my kind of party. I’d already noticed that the women seemed to be outnumbering the men by about five to one, and everyone was out showing off their best moves on the dance floor. And one other thing. There wasn’t an unattractive woman in the bunch. It was a rich target environment. ‘Now shoo,’ she said. ‘Get out there and party.’ Kevin and Tim nodded and started moving to the nearest entrance. I held behind, however. Things too good to be true you know yada yada. The hostess gave me a closer look, much like the one Ava had given me. Then she said, ‘See the one out there in the tall black peaked hat?’ The hat was easy to spot, towering above the dancers as she stood in the middle of the floor. ‘She has what you need. Now scoot,’ she said, giving me a slap in the butt in that direction.

“Bemused, so say the least, and already half loaded from earlier this evening, I made a slightly unsteady walk towards the hat dancing above the crowd in front of me. I remained focused, not paying attention to what was going on around me, which was apparently a dance-party-cum-slow-motion-orgy. Anyway I get to the middle and there’s a space around the woman wearing the hat, and the top half of a dress. The bottom half was just thin strips of black fabric that swayed and seemed to show that there was nothing underneath them. I didn’t know what to do, so I stood there, watching her hand out little bottles with different colored caps, to people coming up to her. She did that several times, until she turned and saw me.”

Jim paused again, trying to remember exactly what happened next. Apparently that memory popped in just in time to continue.

“The moment she saw me she came right over. She was beautiful, with exotic green eyes, skillful eyeshadow, dark red lips, shapely legs, elegant heels, and no fear of the sort I’ve seen in too many truly beautiful women who have learned not to attract unwanted attention. She confidently walked right up to me and looked me straight in the eyes in a way that would have intimidated most men.”

“But not you?” Katy asked.

“No. Not any more anyway.”

“Good,” Katy said smiling. “So she looked at you and...?”

“And she spoke to me. She said, ‘And you’re here because...?’ I told her because the woman back at the table had told me to come to her. She gave me that same bold up and down appraising look that told me that these women are different. They aren’t afraid of me, or themselves. After a moment, she reached into her bag, searched around, pulled out the dark bottle with the fiery red screw cap, and pressed it into my hand. She said that this would give me the best night of my life. I remember so well the black choker she was wearing with the glowing emerald green jewel in it, and easily felt that she was giving me the straight scoop. That she was so good at whatever it is that she does that she didn’t need to lie to me about it.”

“We never lie,” Katy said. “A Doll is 100% truthful every time she speaks.”

“Whatever. Anyway she took a couple steps back to give me room, while not taking her eyes off of me. I don’t know how to refuse such an attractive woman, so without really thinking about it my hands, acting on their own, unscrewed the cap and I drank it in one gulp.”

“How was it?”

“Taste-wise it was like ... was like ... like a rich caramel, with a touch of bourbon in it. And spicy. Definitely spicy. Like nothing I’ve ever tasted before. It filled my head with the aroma of adult candy, and slid down my throat like warm milk. Then it hit my stomach and exploded into a ball of fire that moved down to my loins. And suddenly my pants were way too tight. And suddenly I needed a woman like I’ve never needed a woman before. The feeling was absolutely delicious—and absolutely urgent. Tansey, you said her name was, watched me until I reached that point, and then parted the strands of her dress to reveal her shaved ... uh...”

“Vaginal insert,” Katy helped me.

“Yeah, that. Okay. And a moment later I was taking her right there in the middle of the dance floor. With her height and those heels she was just the right height for me. And ... and...”

“And nobody cared.”

“Yeah, nobody cared. The party went on right around me. I’d never had an urge before that strong. Or had such a willing a person right there so available. While there was no romantic connection to it, a lot of my sex has no romantic association. We’d just not known each other long enough to create one. But this was like the ultimate experience for just clean, wonderful, no worries sex. And then, when it couldn’t possibly get weirder, it did.”

Katy just smiled and nodded. She knew what was coming next now.

“I thanked Tansey—I didn’t know her name yet—profusely and she planted a nice kiss on my lips before turning to help out other people waiting for her potions. Is there more than one kind of potion?”

“Yes. There are a dozen common ones, and some very rare ones. Last night Tansey would have just brought her party collection. So don’t stop now.”

“Funny that you put it that way, because I didn’t stop at all. I thought that I was done. Completely fulfilled. After a climax like that, I was done for the night. I was going to need hours to recover. But it was totally worth it. Then I barely started walking forward when a ... doll ... you say?”

“Capital-D Doll.”

“Okay, a very attractive capital D Doll stepped into my path, smiled, pulled up her skirt showing she was totally commando, and my pants exploded again. I did her right there on the floor. And after that, it was just a line of one after another. They saw me coming and were waiting. And every one was just as fantastic as the last one. All different fun sexy costumes. A couple completely nude, except for sexy high-heels. One of them had the most amazing costume yet. She was dressed up like an old blow-up doll, right down to the pneumatic breasts, simple face, and O-shaped mouth. I have no idea know how she managed to pull off that look so convincingly.”

“She was a blow-up Doll. We call them Air Dolls. And they have a couple of unique abilities that no other Dolls have.”

“I think that I discovered one of them. She knelt down in front of me, opened my pants, and gave me a BJ that I am going to remember for the rest of my life. Now that I remember it, that is.”

“Yes,” Katy responded. “That’s what they’re often made for, and they do it the best. And then?” she prompted.

“I’d finally reached the far side of the dance floor. I had no idea where Mighty Tim or Scalper were. I felt bad abandoning them, but hoped that they must be okay because it seemed that you can’t get in trouble here.”

“Not easily, at least,” Katy responded.

“And right outside of the exit through the low wall, stood a mousy young woman. She had mouse brown hair, a white blouse, short grey skirt, and kitten heels, looking like a junior cheerleader there all by herself.”

“And what did she do?”

“You mean besides change my world?”

“Yeah, besides that.”

“She looked at me for a moment. Then she pulled off her top, showing me her small perfect breasts. She lifted her skirt, showing me her hairless uh ... vaginal insert. She smiled and said, ‘How about it big boy? Is that all that you’ve got?’ And yet again my pants were impossibly tight. And that was you,” James said in amazement, as if just now realizing that little detail.

“That was me,” Katy confirmed.

“And what did I say back to you?”

“You said, ‘I’ll show you.’ And how did I reply?”

“You said, ‘Show me.’”

“And that’s where you showed me that you were a very special person,” Katy said with an introspective smile at her own memories.

“What did I do?” Jim wanted to know.

“You looked at me, and hesitated. Despite the urgency I knew that you were feeling, you looked me in the eye and said, ‘I’m not sure that this is a good idea.’”

“And that was special?”

“It was. Despite your urgency, you showed concern for me first. And when I asked you what wasn’t a good idea, you said that you might be too big for a small girl like me.”

“And you said something back to me that made it all okay. What was it you said?”

“I told you that a female my size can birth a full-term baby. And did you think that you were larger than a full-term baby? You came to the right decision, and then asked me where? And when I pointed to a flat stone bench just outside the dance floor wall as out closest choice, you showed your concern for me first again.”