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Vivienne vs Voodoo

“Lets see, I got eggs and bread, next is the milk…” Vivienne mumbled softly as she glided smoothly through the aisle with her trolley leading the way.

A man also standing in the aisle watched, slack jawed as she strolled by. Vivienne wasn’t off-put by it though. She was used to turning heads. She was wearing a short skirt and a tight top, not for the benefit of the men who would undoubtedly ogle her, but because it made her feel confident. Also it was summer and she wanted to work on her tan whilst she was out and about by exposing as much of her skin as possible. She smiled quietly every time someone’s eyes lingered a little too long on her, though she wasn’t some kind of slut. She had no interest in hooking up with some stranger, especially not one she met in the supermarket.

Of course, this particular shop would be quite the surprise for Vivienne. It started as she reached for a pint of milk. A sudden tingling across her left breast, as if it had just been stroked by an invisible hand. She froze for a second and shivered, before shrugging off the odd sensation and placing the small bottle of milk into her trolley. Yet she was stunned once more when she felt that same phantom touch caressing her right breast. It grazed her nipple in just the right way to make a distinct throng of pleasure shoot through her chest as she quickly shut her mouth to stifle a low moan.

‘What’s happening to me?’ she asked herself as the caressing continued, now targeting both breasts at once. She could feel her nipples stiffening and her cheeks growing flush as the torment went on, with no obvious cause or logic to it. She could swear something was prodding and kneading her soft flesh, and yet as she turned around and glanced anxiously around the aisle, she saw only the man she had passed earlier. He was standing at the other end and seemed utterly engrossed in perusing the shelves, wholly unaware of Vivienne’s inexplicable situation unfolding itself at the other end. Unsure what to do, Vivienne pushed her trolley around the corner and tried to focus on the task at hand.

“What’s next? Nnng…uh…cereal…” she struggled to focus on her shopping list as the supernatural assault on her tender tits didn’t let up.

She wandered along a long stretch of boxes of sugary breakfast cereal as her breasts seemed to sway and move on their own. She couldn’t be imagining this…and yet there was clearly no one here but her. She did her best to remain calm as she stared at the selection of cereal, utterly unable to concentrate on choosing. After several moments of soft moaning, she noticed another shopper walking closer and decided she didn’t want to risk standing near anyone else right now. In a rush, she grabbed the nearest box and quickly dashed past the other shopper, who gave her a quick glance but ultimately returned to their own shopping.

Once Vivienne was in a more secluded section, she finally breathed a sigh of relief that she hadn’t been caught. Not that she knew what was happening exactly, but the last thing she needed was someone hearing her trembling breathing as it turned into soft moans. Her breath was hot and she was slumped into her trolley now, her own hand wandered to her breasts. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to try to stop it or to join in, fondling her own tits right here in public. The redness in her cheeks was intense now and her whole body felt flush. Her tits were more sensitive than ever and despite the fear and the embarrassment, her arousal was only growing.

Soon she heard footsteps approaching and she realized that she couldn’t just stop here. But as she turned to move the other way she saw someone else coming from the other direction. She was trapped here, how was she supposed to escape?

Of course she couldn’t. But what happened as the two shoppers converged on her location was totally unexpected. The groping sensation in her breasts faded and the blushing Vivienne caught her breath for a moment. Was it over? Had she just been overtaken by some kind of sensory hallucination? If she straightened herself out and acted natural these people might not notice she was so desperately flustered.

Then she felt it. Not on her breasts this time, but along her crotch. A slow and deliberate stroke across her already damp slit, timed almost precisely as the other shoppers were passing her by. Instantly Vivienne slapped her hand to her mouth to muffle the groaning sound which she couldn’t gelp but make. This was nuts! And yet here she was, feeling her pussy being rubbed and teased right here in public and there was nothing she could do. She couldn’t even understand.

She stumbled away, glancing desperately in every direction as she did what she could to steer away from people. Her movements were slow and clumsy as she was trying to walk normally despite having her crotch stroked invisibly. The pleasure was strong, and she couldn’t even stand up straight as she used her trolley to support herself. Her breasts were still tender and aching and as she found her way to a new and secluded corner of the store, her hands were once again on her chest. She pulled her top up and unclasped her bra, then let it flop into the basket as she exposed her chest here. Soon she was pinching and tugging her nipples whilst her crotch humped the air. She knew she must look like a pathetic and filthy slut, but she couldn’t help it! This was maddening! She was at the mercy of her non-existent attacker and the very real pleasure it was giving her. Soon she was sweating and drooling and audibly moaning as she lost control of herself. She cared less and less about not being caught and more and more about getting off as her rational thought crumbled to the onslaught of lust.

Then suddenly, the phantom sensations on her crotch just stopped. Vivienne was left massaging her tits absentmindedly for a moment, before she noticed someone standing behind her.

“Excuse me miss.” she heard a man’s voice.

Vivienne gasped and turned, eyes wide in shock as she saw the supermarket security officer staring back at her. She blushed and quickly dragged her top back down and wiped some drool from her chin.

“I am afraid I am going to have to ask you to come to my office. You know this kind of behaviour is not appropriate in our store.” he said sternly.

Vivienne lowered her head and meekly complied, following the man to the security office at the back of the supermarket.

“I…I can explain…well I can’t but its not my fault I swear! Something just…came over me…” she pleaded as they entered the office and he shut the door behind them.

“Oh no, nothing ‘came over you’…yet.” he chuckled in a sadistic tone as she stepped back in confusion.

“What..what are you saying?”

The security officer pulled something out of his back pocket and for a moment Vivienne was unsure what she was even looking at. Soon, however, she started to understand. It was a stuffed doll, maybe 7” in length, and its likeness was astounding. It not only had the same hair and eyes as Vivienne, even its lips were the same shade as the lipstick she was wearing and the outfit looked similar to her own.

“What is that?” she asked, extremely creeped out.

“Its you. It doesn’t just look like you. You’re connected. Linked. Its a sort of spell…”

“A fucking Voodoo doll? Are you nuts?” she yelled.

“I wasn’t sure it would work either…until I watched you on the security cameras.” he said, giving the doll’s breasts a lazy stroke.

Vivienne reacted by moaning softly as she felt that touch transferred to her and her already sensitive breasts were once again assaulted by that pleasure which swept through her chest and numbed her mind.

“Stop…” she whimpered between ragged breaths.

This only made him fondle the doll harder as he went on. “You enjoy this. I can tell. You were probably close to cumming back there before I picked you up.”

He was right. Vivienne was close. Yet now that she knew what was happening, she had to fight. Had to stop this man from taking advantage of her.

“Why are you doing this?” she asked defiantly.

“Oh, Vivienne. You come here every week. Always wearing such revealing outfits. We have even greeted each other a few times. You don’t know how hard you make me, teasing me in those skimpy clothes of yours. Showing off your gorgeous thighs…waving those perky tits in my face…I’ve wanted to fuck you for a while.”

Vivienne was disgusted, and at the same time her pleasure was increasing and her will to fight was slipping. She was so horny and overstimulated now. She didn’t want to fuck this guy, but her pussy was drooling and every inch of her body was screaming that it needed to be touched, just like her tits.

“I…I won’t…please…”

“You will do what I want. Your body is my doll already, its just that annoying head of yours that still thinks it can deny me.”

Vivienne wasn’t sure what he was saying, until she saw him pull a stray thread along the stuffed doll’s head and watched it come open.

“You know, as nice as your tits are, they could stand to be a bit bigger. But there’s only so much wool to work with.” he mused as he tugged a similar thread to the side of the doll’s chest which came open just the same.

“Wha-what are you talking about?”

Then she watched him reach inside the doll’s head and pull a wisp of fluffy cotton out. She blinked a few times as she felt it. It was beyond strange, feeling her head lighten. Her thoughts slowed and she felt a bit dizzy, as if drunk.

Then she saw him gradually push the cotton into the doll’s chest and she gasped as she felt her own breasts swell. Suddenly her chest was heavier and it only served to make her tender breasts ache more. She bit her lip and groaned. She knew she should be trying to stop him, and yet her head was already hazy and she wanted to touch herself. She needed to touch herself.

As she slipped her top off and tossed it aside, she began to play with her nipples and softly mutter and whine as she watched the man continue. He pulled another wisp of cotton from her head and she cooed as she felt her head lighten and the drunken dizziness intensify. Then she felt her own chest swell in her hands as that same cotton was stuffed into the doll’s ever growing tits.

He didn’t stop. Each piece of cotton removed leaving Vivienne’s head hollower and her intellect lesser. Soon she forgot what she was doing here entirely. All she could focus on was rubbing and moaning and playing with her ever expanding tits. They felt so heavy and so soft now.

“Well, those look much better! Do you feel more agreeable now, Vivienne?”

Vivienne was swaying on the spot, a massive titty in one hand as the other worked her clenching cunt. “Um…yeah…totally…I don’t…think I can…uh…think right anymore…so like…I guess I should agree…” the dazed and dopey woman said as she continued to masturbate right there.

“Huh, time for the fun part then. Do you want to feel my cock inside you?”

Vivienne smiled dreamily. “Yesssss pleeeaaasssssseee…”

The next thing she knew, the man had his cock out and she saw him place the doll over it.

“Like…what are you…” she managed before he pushed the tiny doll over his cock forcefully.

Vivienne’s knees buckled and she sank to the floor. She could feel it. She could feel every inch of his cock. It was so big it was stretching her insides like crazy! It was tearing her apart! She couldn’t take it, and yet she was so pathetic and desperate now. “Fuck me!” she begged.

And he did. He began to move the doll up and down on his cock like a fleshlight as he watched Vivienne bounce and shiver on the floor. Her eyes were rolling back and she looked like she was being fucked senseless. Not that she had much in her head now anyway, he had already hollowed it out, but still her expression seemed more vacant than ever as he pumped his cock into the ragged doll.

By the time he was ready to cum, Vivienne was a sweaty and brainless mess on the floor. Being split apart by a cock almost the size of her body, even if it wasn’t really happening, just the sensation was enough to make her succumb. She came, writhing and moaning as she felt so impossibly full. Her enormous chest heaving and squashing against the floor as she quivered and clenched around his phantom cock.

Finally satisfied, he pulled his still throbbing cock out of the doll and shuffled over to the mess of a woman on the floor. He held the doll up to his cock as he stood over Vivienne and grunted as he sprayed several large bursts of cum across the disheveled toy. Any semen that missed its target fell to the real one who was now quivering on the ground. But Vivienne didn’t notice those small spatterings. What she felt was the copious amounts of cum that slathered the doll. Soon she could feel the cum, all over her body. Oozing down her skin as if a giant cock had genuinely coated her head to toe in it.

“Now I have ‘cum over you’.” he commented with a laugh. “I guess you can finish your shopping now. And make sure you come back here for your next shop. I would like to play with my new doll in a more hands-on way next time.” he told her.

Vivienne, the fat-titted, hollow-headed, cum soaked mess eventually crawled out of his office and back to her trolley. No one could see the cum that she could still feel soiling her every pore, but her massive tits were barely covered now by her top. Plus she was still dizzy and stupid. She forgot the rest of her shopping and left, but she knew she would be coming back soon.

She was still his doll. Even if she didn’t return she would get fucked and filled with cum. This Voodoo magic was too powerful for her to fight. Vivienne had lost. And she loved every second of it.